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HE DATES YOU FOR A BET

As promised, here’s Osamu’s edition of the “dating you for a bet” fic

Atsumu’s and Suna’s part here

As you ring the doorbell to your boyfriend’s house, you’re greeted at the door by his twin. Nodding at you, he lets you in and calls out to Osamu.

“Samu! Yer lovers here to smother ya!” You laughed at Atsumu’s antics while he sent you a sly smile looking at you from the side. “Well, I’ll leave ya to it then,” he says as he makes his way back to his room. As he entered, your boyfriend made his way out, sending his brother a halfhearted glare before his face brightened seeing you.

“Hey babe!” He pulled you into him, placing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing his back.

“Wanna make brownies? I’ve been craving them,” you asked pulling away, forehead meeting his. Nodding he smiled excitedly.

“Heck yeah! We’re not sharing with Tsumu though,” he muttered at the end. Giggling, you dragged him to the kitchen to get started. Just as you both were about to begin cracking the eggs, the doorbell rang again.

“You expecting more company?” You turned to him while he looked at you confused.

“No?” As you were about to open your mouth, Atsumu called from their shared bedroom.

“It’s Suna! Get the door ya dumbass I can’t leave the game!” Rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself, your boyfriend signaled for you to wait a minute before making his way to the door. You heard them exchange quick greetings before Suna is on his way to the bedroom and Osamu returns to the kitchen where you are. Kissing your cheek, he begins to make the batter with you.

An hour of making a mess and getting flour all over each other later, the brownies are in the oven and your hugging Osamu’s waist while he washes the dishes. Pressing kisses to the muscles on his back, you speak up.

“Baby, we’ll be at our six month mark soon,” you sigh contentedly. You feel the vibrations from your hand on his chest as he hums.

“Half a year huh? ‘M glad ya stuck with me, even if it’s only to eat my food,” he teased. You pinched his arm lightly.

“Don’t be mean Samu! You know I love you,” you protested as he chuckled. “I’ve never been serious about someone before. At least not like this,” you mumbled softly into his shirt. Spinning around, he pulls you against his chest, kissing your head.

“Good. The only person ya need to be serious about is me anyway.” Pinching your cheeks, he placed another kiss on your lips. “Can ya grab my phone for me from charging in my room? I’ll finish cleaning up here.” Nodding, you made your way to his bedroom, about to open it when you heard the sound of your name come from the two boys lounging inside.

“Samu’s been bugging me about help for ideas for their 6 months,” you heard Tsumu say. A snort is the only response Suna gives before actually speaking up.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be two months? The bastard falls too easily for his own good,” Suna snickered.

“Yeah, guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘nice one’. If he thinks he’s getting anymore money off of us for the extra months though, he’s got another thing coming,” you could hear the sounds of game controllers being pressed as they play, laughs being exchanged about your relationship.

“Yeah, for real. The bet was to date for two months. I’m not paying anything extra for the other four,” Suna agreed. Backing away from the door, you quickly made your way to the bathroom, tears filling your eyes. Bet was all that was ringing through your head. A bet. Osamu was dating you for a bet. After you’d just told him he was the first person you were serious about, you’d come to the realization that the only thing that led him into your life was a silly little joke at your expense. Gripping the sink tightly, you thought back to all the times you’d thought you were special to him, the times he learned to make a dish he knew you liked, the times he skipped practice to walk around the park with you, the times he gave you his jersey to wear at games so people knew you were there to cheer for him. But they were all a sick show to get you to stick around for two months so he could get extra money and bragging rights. He was only dragging it out to get more cash out of them, or worse, to make you look even more a fool for the laughs. It felt like the world had stopped. With your cheeks wet with tears, you placed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs. Just when things couldn’t get worse, you heard Osamu call your name.

“Y/n? Where are ya babe?” You heard his footsteps as he checked around the house for you, finally stopping in front the bathroom door. Knocking, he called for you again. “Y/n? Ya okay babe! Ya’ve been in there for a while,” he asked, concern lacing his tone. Fake concern you reminded yourself.

“Fuck off Osamu, leave me alone,” you shouted through tears.

“Babe? What’s wrong? What’d I do?” You only sniffled, sliding down the wall and crying into your knees. You couldn’t open the door and face them. All three of them, staring at you with amusement while they laughed, laughed at you for believing he could ever like someone like you, laughed at you for thinking you could have scored someone like him, and laughed at you for being such a lovesick fool. Sobs increasing in volume, you shook with each one. From the other side of the door, you hear Osamu shout. “Hey! What’d ya two dickheads say to y/n? I’ll kill ya both!” Pretty soon, two more fists were pounding on the door.

“Y/n? It’s me Tsumu, what’s going on?”

“Come on out y/n, Samu’s worried sick,” Suna called out after. Lies. They’re lying to you, you told yourself. They couldn’t ever be worried for you. Trying to collect yourself, you stood up, rinsing your face and getting ready to greet the three faces that haunted your thoughts so you could shove past them and go home. The second you opened the door, two muscular arms wrapped around you. But you shoved Osamu off, death glaring him before moving on to his friend and brother.

“Stay away from me. All of you,” you said coldly, eyes narrowed at them. Osamu looked at you in bewilderment, hurt flashing across his face, before you caught a look of understanding flash across Suna’s.

“Wait... y/n, what me and Tsumu were saying, you don’t understand,” but you held a hand up for him to stop.

“I understand perfectly fine Suna, don’t worry about me. You three have your fun and get a good laugh out of me, why don’t you?” Atsumu’s eyes widened, as he began to understand what was going on as well.

“Y/n-”

“Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it!” Osamu looked between all of you, overwhelmed by his confusion.

“Would ya two idiots explain to me what’s going on here? What’d ya do to y/n? I swear I’ll kill ya both,” but you cut him off. Hatred and anger radiating off of you, his heart sank at the look.

“Don’t you dare pin this on them you asshole. I can’t believe you’d waste my time for a quick buck. And laugh at me behind my back. Weren’t you raised better than that you jackass?” He looked at you, panic setting into his features.

“W-wait, y/n! I swear it’s not what ya think!” Osamu tried to reach for you, but you slapped his hands away. He looked at you, expression broken.

“He’s right, we weren’t laughing at ya! Honest!” Atsumu tried to vouch for his brother. Just as Suna opened his mouth to add on, you cut him off.

“I don’t care. I don’t want anything to do with the three of you ever again. Stay away from me. Stay away from my house, stay away from my friends, and stay away from me on all my socials too! I never ever want to see you ever again Miya Osamu,” you spat. Shoving past him, you grabbed your things, walked out the door and slammed it shut, leaving Osamu standing and staring at where you were just a moment ago, tears slipping down his face.

After blowing up your phone nonstop, you’d blocked all three of them on everything, wishing to cry into your pillow in peace. Your family had gone out for the evening, so you were home alone. Just as you had gone back under the blankets after putting your phone down, your door creaked open, revealing your ex boyfriend. He stared down at his feet as you death glared him.

“How are you even in here?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

“Ya told me where your spare key was before,” he whispered.

“Osamu, get out of my house. I don’t wanna see you, okay? I’m done with you,” you spat, venom lacing your tone. His lips trembled as he walked closer to you.

“Y/n, please let me explain? We... we’re about to hit our six month, and I don’t want-”

“I don’t want to hit six months with you. What I want is for you to leave me alone and let me forget about you!”

“No! Please, I don’t want ya to forget! I love ya, I know it looks bad, but I love ya so much, please, we don’t have to end this,” he begged, tears running down his face as he looked at you desperately.

“Oh we don’t? You put a price tag on me, sat through two months with me with the intention to break up with me and break my heart, let your brother and friend laugh at my naivety for god knows how long, and suddenly there’s no reason for us to be over?” Shaking his head, he reached over, but once again, you shoved his hands away. “Don’t touch me,” you spat. He sobbed at your tone.

“No, I swear, I never planned on breaking yer heart. I was being a jerk by accepting the bet, but I really liked ya! I still do, I love ya. I never wanted to break up with ya, and I didn’t take the money. I realized it was a dick move!”

“Oh thank god! Nice guy Miya Osamu realized how much of a dick he was being! I’m so glad you’ve come to your senses Samu, you’re truly such a great guy,” you sarcastically bit back at him. “Do me a favor and go bet on how long it’ll take me to forget I ever loved you in the first place.” Kneeling in front of your bed, he sobbed into his hands.

“Please, please don’t leave me! I don’t want ya to go, I want to be with ya forever. Please just don’t walk out on me, baby please,” he looked at you, eyes glassy and face red.

“Don’t ever call me baby again, you hear? Now get out!”

“No! Not until ya forgive me, and tell me yer staying. I’ll apologize in front of Tsumu and Suna. My whole team if ya want. Just don’t leave me. I can’t handle losing ya, or watching ya move on! It hurts too much to think about,” he grabbed your hand, holding onto it desperately.

“And you don’t think it hurts to hear them laugh that you’ve been planning our six month out like it was some dumb joke? How shallow can you get?” His head found its way into your lap, crying into your blanket as he chanted I’m sorry and please forgive me over and over again.

“I can make it better, I swear. I’ll be perfect, everything ya want me to be, please can ya just give me another chance? I don’t wanna break up, I don’t wanna,” he asked you, lips quivering and tears rolled down his face. He was trying to control his breathing as he waited for your response. You knew you shouldn’t, but it was taking everything in you not to reach over and wipe his tears, heart throbbing at the sight of him so upset. But you couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation you’d overheard.

“Osamu, I’m not letting you use me to get more money, so just forget-”

“It’s not for money! It’s not! Ya can have it, ya can have all of it if ya want. I’ll buy ya gifts too, every day, if that’s what ya want. Hell if I don’t do anything ya want, just say you’ll stay.” You sat there silent, trying to think what you were supposed to do in this situation. You wanted to shove him out your room and tell him to get lost, but at the same time, you couldn’t think about a future that didn’t involve him. Osamu was your sweet boyfriend, who was gentle and soft, always paying attention to details and making you feel seen. You wanted to believe it was real. Staring at you hopelessly, he choked on another sob. “Y-y/n? P-please,” He whispered out. You sighed, mentally kicking yourself for not being able to hold your resolve. Resting a hand on his cheek, you rubbed a thumb over it.

“Why’d you do it Samu? Why’d you accept?” Breath hitching, he clutched the wrist of the hand that lay on his cheek tightly.

“Th-they were saying th-that ya wouldn’t say yes. Th-that ya wouldn’t want me. I-I wanted to prove I could get ya to say yes. B-but not for their damn bet, it’s because I liked ya, so much! I never wanted to break up with ya, please believe me,” he cried. Feeling a small part of your heart shatter, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, causing him to choke on another sob.

“Samu, you can’t hold bets on things that involve peoples feelings, no matter how pure your intentions are,” you said softly.

“I know! I know that now, so please can ya-”

“It’s okay. I’m not gonna break up with you, but I’m not gonna let something else slide again after this okay?” Nodding furiously, he looked up at you. He climbed onto the bed, all but throwing himself onto you. One hand in his hair while the other rubbed up and down his back, you shushed him as he cried.

“I won’t let ya down, I won’t, I promise!” Kissing his head, you pulled the cover over his body, trying to soothe his cries.

“Okay Samu, I believe you. Don’t let people tell you that I wouldn’t want you, you’re a wonderful guy, but you shouldn’t let people persuade you to do things that are low to prove a point okay? I love you baby.”

“I love ya too. I’ll be a better man for ya,” he whispered into your chest. “Are we still gonna celebrate our six month?” Chuckling, you nodded.

“Yeah, we will.” Nodding, he relaxed a little. After a bit, he spoke up again.

“Hey y/n?” Looking down at him, you hummed.

“Yeah baby?”

“The brownies got burnt.” Pouting, you pinched his cheek.

“Well you better make me more because I really wanted some.”

Well this sucked. Anyway I should really finish my homework but I only have one more thing left and I am stalling now.

[keisukeist]

HE DATES YOU FOR A BET

As promised, here’s Osamu’s edition of the “dating you for a bet” fic

Atsumu’s and Suna’s part here

As you ring the doorbell to your boyfriend’s house, you’re greeted at the door by his twin. Nodding at you, he lets you in and calls out to Osamu.

“Samu! Yer lovers here to smother ya!” You laughed at Atsumu’s antics while he sent you a sly smile looking at you from the side. “Well, I’ll leave ya to it then,” he says as he makes his way back to his room. As he entered, your boyfriend made his way out, sending his brother a halfhearted glare before his face brightened seeing you.

“Hey babe!” He pulled you into him, placing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing his back.

“Wanna make brownies? I’ve been craving them,” you asked pulling away, forehead meeting his. Nodding he smiled excitedly.

“Heck yeah! We’re not sharing with Tsumu though,” he muttered at the end. Giggling, you dragged him to the kitchen to get started. Just as you both were about to begin cracking the eggs, the doorbell rang again.

“You expecting more company?” You turned to him while he looked at you confused.

“No?” As you were about to open your mouth, Atsumu called from their shared bedroom.

“It’s Suna! Get the door ya dumbass I can’t leave the game!” Rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself, your boyfriend signaled for you to wait a minute before making his way to the door. You heard them exchange quick greetings before Suna is on his way to the bedroom and Osamu returns to the kitchen where you are. Kissing your cheek, he begins to make the batter with you.

An hour of making a mess and getting flour all over each other later, the brownies are in the oven and your hugging Osamu’s waist while he washes the dishes. Pressing kisses to the muscles on his back, you speak up.

“Baby, we’ll be at our six month mark soon,” you sigh contentedly. You feel the vibrations from your hand on his chest as he hums.

“Half a year huh? ‘M glad ya stuck with me, even if it’s only to eat my food,” he teased. You pinched his arm lightly.

“Don’t be mean Samu! You know I love you,” you protested as he chuckled. “I’ve never been serious about someone before. At least not like this,” you mumbled softly into his shirt. Spinning around, he pulls you against his chest, kissing your head.

“Good. The only person ya need to be serious about is me anyway.” Pinching your cheeks, he placed another kiss on your lips. “Can ya grab my phone for me from charging in my room? I’ll finish cleaning up here.” Nodding, you made your way to his bedroom, about to open it when you heard the sound of your name come from the two boys lounging inside.

“Samu’s been bugging me about help for ideas for their 6 months,” you heard Tsumu say. A snort is the only response Suna gives before actually speaking up.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be two months? The bastard falls too easily for his own good,” Suna snickered.

“Yeah, guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘nice one’. If he thinks he’s getting anymore money off of us for the extra months though, he’s got another thing coming,” you could hear the sounds of game controllers being pressed as they play, laughs being exchanged about your relationship.

“Yeah, for real. The bet was to date for two months. I’m not paying anything extra for the other four,” Suna agreed. Backing away from the door, you quickly made your way to the bathroom, tears filling your eyes. Bet was all that was ringing through your head. A bet. Osamu was dating you for a bet. After you’d just told him he was the first person you were serious about, you’d come to the realization that the only thing that led him into your life was a silly little joke at your expense. Gripping the sink tightly, you thought back to all the times you’d thought you were special to him, the times he learned to make a dish he knew you liked, the times he skipped practice to walk around the park with you, the times he gave you his jersey to wear at games so people knew you were there to cheer for him. But they were all a sick show to get you to stick around for two months so he could get extra money and bragging rights. He was only dragging it out to get more cash out of them, or worse, to make you look even more a fool for the laughs. It felt like the world had stopped. With your cheeks wet with tears, you placed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs. Just when things couldn’t get worse, you heard Osamu call your name.

“Y/n? Where are ya babe?” You heard his footsteps as he checked around the house for you, finally stopping in front the bathroom door. Knocking, he called for you again. “Y/n? Ya okay babe! Ya’ve been in there for a while,” he asked, concern lacing his tone. Fake concern you reminded yourself.

“Fuck off Osamu, leave me alone,” you shouted through tears.

“Babe? What’s wrong? What’d I do?” You only sniffled, sliding down the wall and crying into your knees. You couldn’t open the door and face them. All three of them, staring at you with amusement while they laughed, laughed at you for believing he could ever like someone like you, laughed at you for thinking you could have scored someone like him, and laughed at you for being such a lovesick fool. Sobs increasing in volume, you shook with each one. From the other side of the door, you hear Osamu shout. “Hey! What’d ya two dickheads say to y/n? I’ll kill ya both!” Pretty soon, two more fists were pounding on the door.

“Y/n? It’s me Tsumu, what’s going on?”

“Come on out y/n, Samu’s worried sick,” Suna called out after. Lies. They’re lying to you, you told yourself. They couldn’t ever be worried for you. Trying to collect yourself, you stood up, rinsing your face and getting ready to greet the three faces that haunted your thoughts so you could shove past them and go home. The second you opened the door, two muscular arms wrapped around you. But you shoved Osamu off, death glaring him before moving on to his friend and brother.

“Stay away from me. All of you,” you said coldly, eyes narrowed at them. Osamu looked at you in bewilderment, hurt flashing across his face, before you caught a look of understanding flash across Suna’s.

“Wait... y/n, what me and Tsumu were saying, you don’t understand,” but you held a hand up for him to stop.

“I understand perfectly fine Suna, don’t worry about me. You three have your fun and get a good laugh out of me, why don’t you?” Atsumu’s eyes widened, as he began to understand what was going on as well.

“Y/n-”

“Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it!” Osamu looked between all of you, overwhelmed by his confusion.

“Would ya two idiots explain to me what’s going on here? What’d ya do to y/n? I swear I’ll kill ya both,” but you cut him off. Hatred and anger radiating off of you, his heart sank at the look.

“Don’t you dare pin this on them you asshole. I can’t believe you’d waste my time for a quick buck. And laugh at me behind my back. Weren’t you raised better than that you jackass?” He looked at you, panic setting into his features.

“W-wait, y/n! I swear it’s not what ya think!” Osamu tried to reach for you, but you slapped his hands away. He looked at you, expression broken.

“He’s right, we weren’t laughing at ya! Honest!” Atsumu tried to vouch for his brother. Just as Suna opened his mouth to add on, you cut him off.

“I don’t care. I don’t want anything to do with the three of you ever again. Stay away from me. Stay away from my house, stay away from my friends, and stay away from me on all my socials too! I never ever want to see you ever again Miya Osamu,” you spat. Shoving past him, you grabbed your things, walked out the door and slammed it shut, leaving Osamu standing and staring at where you were just a moment ago, tears slipping down his face.

After blowing up your phone nonstop, you’d blocked all three of them on everything, wishing to cry into your pillow in peace. Your family had gone out for the evening, so you were home alone. Just as you had gone back under the blankets after putting your phone down, your door creaked open, revealing your ex boyfriend. He stared down at his feet as you death glared him.

“How are you even in here?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

“Ya told me where your spare key was before,” he whispered.

“Osamu, get out of my house. I don’t wanna see you, okay? I’m done with you,” you spat, venom lacing your tone. His lips trembled as he walked closer to you.

“Y/n, please let me explain? We... we’re about to hit our six month, and I don’t want-”

“I don’t want to hit six months with you. What I want is for you to leave me alone and let me forget about you!”

“No! Please, I don’t want ya to forget! I love ya, I know it looks bad, but I love ya so much, please, we don’t have to end this,” he begged, tears running down his face as he looked at you desperately.

“Oh we don’t? You put a price tag on me, sat through two months with me with the intention to break up with me and break my heart, let your brother and friend laugh at my naivety for god knows how long, and suddenly there’s no reason for us to be over?” Shaking his head, he reached over, but once again, you shoved his hands away. “Don’t touch me,” you spat. He sobbed at your tone.

“No, I swear, I never planned on breaking yer heart. I was being a jerk by accepting the bet, but I really liked ya! I still do, I love ya. I never wanted to break up with ya, and I didn’t take the money. I realized it was a dick move!”

“Oh thank god! Nice guy Miya Osamu realized how much of a dick he was being! I’m so glad you’ve come to your senses Samu, you’re truly such a great guy,” you sarcastically bit back at him. “Do me a favor and go bet on how long it’ll take me to forget I ever loved you in the first place.” Kneeling in front of your bed, he sobbed into his hands.

“Please, please don’t leave me! I don’t want ya to go, I want to be with ya forever. Please just don’t walk out on me, baby please,” he looked at you, eyes glassy and face red.

“Don’t ever call me baby again, you hear? Now get out!”

“No! Not until ya forgive me, and tell me yer staying. I’ll apologize in front of Tsumu and Suna. My whole team if ya want. Just don’t leave me. I can’t handle losing ya, or watching ya move on! It hurts too much to think about,” he grabbed your hand, holding onto it desperately.

“And you don’t think it hurts to hear them laugh that you’ve been planning our six month out like it was some dumb joke? How shallow can you get?” His head found its way into your lap, crying into your blanket as he chanted I’m sorry and please forgive me over and over again.

“I can make it better, I swear. I’ll be perfect, everything ya want me to be, please can ya just give me another chance? I don’t wanna break up, I don’t wanna,” he asked you, lips quivering and tears rolled down his face. He was trying to control his breathing as he waited for your response. You knew you shouldn’t, but it was taking everything in you not to reach over and wipe his tears, heart throbbing at the sight of him so upset. But you couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation you’d overheard.

“Osamu, I’m not letting you use me to get more money, so just forget-”

“It’s not for money! It’s not! Ya can have it, ya can have all of it if ya want. I’ll buy ya gifts too, every day, if that’s what ya want. Hell if I don’t do anything ya want, just say you’ll stay.” You sat there silent, trying to think what you were supposed to do in this situation. You wanted to shove him out your room and tell him to get lost, but at the same time, you couldn’t think about a future that didn’t involve him. Osamu was your sweet boyfriend, who was gentle and soft, always paying attention to details and making you feel seen. You wanted to believe it was real. Staring at you hopelessly, he choked on another sob. “Y-y/n? P-please,” He whispered out. You sighed, mentally kicking yourself for not being able to hold your resolve. Resting a hand on his cheek, you rubbed a thumb over it.

“Why’d you do it Samu? Why’d you accept?” Breath hitching, he clutched the wrist of the hand that lay on his cheek tightly.

“Th-they were saying th-that ya wouldn’t say yes. Th-that ya wouldn’t want me. I-I wanted to prove I could get ya to say yes. B-but not for their damn bet, it’s because I liked ya, so much! I never wanted to break up with ya, please believe me,” he cried. Feeling a small part of your heart shatter, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, causing him to choke on another sob.

“Samu, you can’t hold bets on things that involve peoples feelings, no matter how pure your intentions are,” you said softly.

“I know! I know that now, so please can ya-”

“It’s okay. I’m not gonna break up with you, but I’m not gonna let something else slide again after this okay?” Nodding furiously, he looked up at you. He climbed onto the bed, all but throwing himself onto you. One hand in his hair while the other rubbed up and down his back, you shushed him as he cried.

“I won’t let ya down, I won’t, I promise!” Kissing his head, you pulled the cover over his body, trying to soothe his cries.

“Okay Samu, I believe you. Don’t let people tell you that I wouldn’t want you, you’re a wonderful guy, but you shouldn’t let people persuade you to do things that are low to prove a point okay? I love you baby.”

“I love ya too. I’ll be a better man for ya,” he whispered into your chest. “Are we still gonna celebrate our six month?” Chuckling, you nodded.

“Yeah, we will.” Nodding, he relaxed a little. After a bit, he spoke up again.

“Hey y/n?” Looking down at him, you hummed.

“Yeah baby?”

“The brownies got burnt.” Pouting, you pinched his cheek.

“Well you better make me more because I really wanted some.”

Well this sucked. Anyway I should really finish my homework but I only have one more thing left and I am stalling now.

[keisukeist]

Prompt: you faint during an argument (bringing back the series that rose my mediocre writing to somewhat popularity) Semi and Osamu edition

Warnings: obviously fainting, some minor hyperventilating, slight mentions of feeling panicked, yelling/arguing

Read Akaashi’s and Iwaizumi’s part here

Read Sakusa’s and Tsukishima’s part here

Read Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s part here

Read Kita’s and Tendou’s part here

Read Kuroo’s and Oikawa’s part here

Osamu

“Samu I’m making dinner soon, what do you want babe?” You looked at Osamu expectantly, but he only grumbled something under his breath as he continued to look over his journal with his earnings of the week. Work at the restaurant had gotten more hectic for Osamu, and while his business growing made you both overjoyed, the stress that came with it was beginning to pile up on your poor boyfriend. Evidently, the stress was beginning to follow him home as well. “Samu? Baby, did you hear—”

“Goddammit y/n, yes I did! Just make whatever ya want,” he snapped, huffing as he continued to total his revenue for the week. Frowning, you quietly made your way to the kitchen, deciding to just make something you knew he liked and let him cool down. But thirty minutes later, dinner plated and ready, he was still just as irritable as before.

“Samu, dinners ready,” you called. He grumbled incoherently, still writing away at his journal. You waited around for a bit before calling out to him once more. “Samu it’ll get cold—”

“Then eat without me,” he glared. Furrowing your eyebrows, you glared back.

“Osamu, there’s no need to be so rude. Your restaurant being stressful isn’t my fault okay?” He narrowed his eyes, jaw clenching tightly.

“Ya wouldn’t understand y/n okay? Let me do my damn work and ya go be annoying someplace else.” This time, the anger rose tenfold at his words.

“Don’t speak to me like that, stop being a dick because you can’t handle a little extra work here and there.”

“A little extra work huh? Ya’d know a lot about that I’m sure,” he spat back.

“Yeah I would actually, who supported the two of us more when you invested all your savings into the restaurant? Didn’t see me snapping at you like a bitch when I worked more hours now did you?” He stood up, hands slamming on the table, eyes cold and distant. They bored into you, so unlike his usual soft expression.

“Did I ask ya to? Don’t act like I was some helpless charity case ya helped stand back to his feet. I was fine without yer help,” he claimed, voice rising in volume with each sentence. Hands pressing themselves to your hips, you grit your teeth.

“Yeah, you were, but I was looking out for you. And I didn’t take the stress out on you when I was. You’re doing your own work and your acting like it’s my fault you have to do so many things. I’m not here for you to take your frustrations out on, okay?” It seemed this was the tipping point for him, as he shoved his chair aside, knocking it over as he stomped his way over to you. With each step he took, you shrunk back a little, his veins popping more and more as he got closer.

“Ya listen here y/n,” he screamed, making you huddle against the wall. But that didn’t stop him from getting louder, yelling as he looked you straight in the eyes. “I’m not about to come home after a long day, hear ya yap away about pointless things, and then hear ya scream about me bein’ frustrated!” His voice booming in your ears from such close proximity made you flinch harshly.

“S-Samu, quiet down, you don’t have to shout—”

“Shut up y/n, everything’s always about ya, ‘Samu this’ and ‘Samu that’ always rambling about yer day as if I haven’t had one too! Shut yer damn trap for once ‘m tired of hearin’ ya!” Eyes filling with tears, you began to breathe heavily at the way he only seemed to be getting louder, almost looming over you as he screamed about your flaws. Your breath began to pick up in pace as you clumsily tried to wipe away the wetness streaming down your cheeks.

“Stop it Samu, you’re being so—”

“Aww what? Am I bein’ to mean to ya? Can’t handle a little sass back when ya hand it out first? Leave then! The doors right there! What’s stoppin’ ya huh?”

“Samu stop!”

“Shut up y/n, shut up!”

“You’re taking this too far!”

“Yer the one who started this! Don’t cry to me cause ya can’t handle it!” You were on the edge of hyperventilating now, trying to compose yourself. But Osamu didn’t seem to care, only continuing his screaming. “Yer sittin’ here cryin’ over a fight ya started! Ya can’t see I wanna be left alone in peace as I work? Leave if ya don’t like it, the doors right there or are ya too stupid to see that too? Nothin’s stoppin’ ya okay? I don’t need ya stressin’ me out even more after a long day!” His words were too much to handle in the moment, the only thought in your head that you needed to get away. But just as you moved to walk past him, his hand came flying against the wall a foot or so away from you, slamming against it in frustration, startling you once again as you flinched harder. Slowly, the corner of your eyes began to go black as you closed them and slid down the wall. Osamu stared at you with wide eyes, unable to process what happened.

Soon enough, you regained consciousness, tucked under the sheets of your bed as Osamu sat beside you. Slowly blinking your eyes open, they widened when they registered he was there before slowly turning away from him.

“Y/n?” He whispered your name gently, hand placing itself on your shoulder. But to his dismay, you flinched, making his heart tear and eyes water.

“Please go away Osamu,” you whispered.

“Baby, how’re ya feelin’?”

“Like I need to be away from you right now.” He exhaled shakily before blinking back his tears.

“Don’t say that baby, please don’t say that.” His tears came back though, once he heard your sniffling.

“You were so awful to me, I just wanted to have dinner with you. I don’t get it, why would you speak to me like that? Your store being stressful is tough, I get it, but I have long days too. We don’t see each other all day, I wanna relax with you. And you sit there and just glare at me and say things under your breath like you don’t wanna be around me. What’re we doing together if we just sit there in separate rooms during our only time to spend together?” His heart stopped for a moment, anxiety creeping in at the thought of you leaving. He couldn’t handle that, not you walking out. You leaving would rip away too much of who he was, leaving him a shell of himself. He wouldn’t lose you, he couldn’t.

“‘M sorry y/n, I shouldn’t ever let my stress get to me like that. Ya don’t deserve to have me snap at ya, yer my sweet baby, I didn’t mean it.” Hugging yourself as you lay with your back to him, you tried to stop the tears that flowed down your face. He waited for a moment for you to say something, but you didn’t seem to have anything to respond. “Y/n? Baby?” His hand found its place on your shoulder again, this time, to his relief, you didn’t flinch. “I’m sorry y/n. I really am. I swear nothin’ like this’ll happen again. I appreciate ya, how ya took care of me when I took a risk with the restaurant. I love ya and how ya ramble on about cute little things, it makes me feel less alone on bad days. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” he said softly, voice cracking at the end. “We’re good together, I promise, it was just a bad fight, it won’t happen again. I promise ya it won’t happen again.”

“You don’t seem to want me around anymore. And I’m tired of feeling lonely. I don’t like the feeling of being treated like I’m someone intruding when I’m in my own home.” His palms began to get clammy at your words, refusing to believe this might mean the end.

“I know baby, and ‘m sorry, I am. I swear—”

“You told me to leave.”

“Ya know I didn’t mean that.” His voice was pleading, begging you to see it was a mistake.

“I just wanna be alone right now—”

“Please no,” he whispered. “I... please don’t leave. I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll be better okay? I’ve been takin’ ya for granted, and I’ll fix it, but we’re still okay, me and ya. We’re okay y/n, tell me we’re okay.” Finally, making his chest lighten considerably, you slowly turned to face him, inching closer to his body.

“You scared me, you know.” A tear slipped past his eye.

“I know. I’ll never forgive myself for it. But it won’t happen again okay? I love ya,” he offered hopefully. You buried yourself into his chest.

“I love you too Samu. I know the restaurants getting kinda hard to manage, but I’m proud of you okay? You’re doing great.” He let out a watery chuckle, sniffling as he buried his face against your head.

“As long as I got ya, I’ll always be great.”

Semi

Semi’s guitar being slammed down could be heard all throughout your apartment, making you snap your head up. Recently, he’d been going through a bit of a block, unable to participate as much in the songwriting process as the rest of his band members. With an upcoming album to be released, and a pushy producer breathing down his neck, he wasn’t exactly doing too well in the stress department. You’d been trying your best to be accommodating for him, heart aching every time you saw his under eyes, feeling bad he was being demanded of so many things left and right. You made dinner more often, took over most of the cleaning, and pushed him to take care of himself more as he’d begun to neglect himself in favor of work. Still, you couldn’t help but miss your boyfriend, wishing he’d take a moment to relax, to take a break and spend some time with you for a change. Quietly making your way over, you peeked into his music room.

“Eita? Everything okay?” Sighing heavily, he buried his face into his hands.

“No, everything’s not okay. In fact, everything’s wrong, isn’t that just great?” Slowly, you walked up to him, hand placing itself onto his hunched shoulders, rubbing the tight muscles tenderly. He groaned, some relief finally soothing over the pain that had formed over the many hours of hunching over a desk or strumming a guitar.

“Maybe you should take a break.”

“I can’t babe,” he said simply, making you deflate.

“Come on Eita, you need a break baby, you’ve worked yourself to the bone. It’ll be good for you. And we haven’t spent much time together either, so it’ll be a good excuse—”

“Of course.” He interrupted you to look up and glare. You shrunk back a little at his gaze. “How am I not surprised? Of course, as I’m sitting here, stressing away for work, you’re worried about us spending time together. There’s a time and a place y/n, ever heard of that concept?” Frowning, you tried to ignore the flash of hurt that his words brought. You hugged yourself as you shrunk back under his glare.

“Eita, I’m not just worried about us spending time together, I just think you should take a break. You’ve been working so much that we haven’t had time to ourselves, and you deserve a minute to just breathe. We can take a nap, it doesn’t have to be us actually engaging—”

“Y/n would you just leave? You’re making things worse.” Frowning, you gave him a dirty look.

“Eita, you’re acting like work’s the only thing that matters. You still have time till the album release and you don’t have to do this all alone, you have band members for a reason. It’s not healthy to sit here hunched over like this.” Tugging at his hair, he stood up, staring you down.

“I suppose you know so much more about my job than me huh? Thank god I have you y/n, why don’t you just take over my manager’s position while you’re at it?” He spoke condescendingly, making the earlier hurt spike into anger.

“Eita watch your tone, I’m trying to take care of my man child of a boyfriend at the moment who seems to forget to eat and shower regularly at this point.” He laughed bitterly, glaring harshly at you. Semi was always one to get a bit more overworked than most, but it seemed today was even easier to get under his skin. He was getting riled up faster than you’d ever seen him.

“Shut the fuck up y/n! You’re not my mother, you don’t have to nag at me to do shit! Get out and let me work now, okay? At least one of us has to,” he spat. You did a double take, shocked at the last part.

“Oh? I don’t work? I don’t wanna hear that from you. You’ve been sitting in this room rotting away while I do everything. Make dinner, bring it to you, take it back, clean the apartment, make sure the bills have been paid on time, do the grocery shopping, not to mention I have my own damn job that I gotta go to! If anyone’s doing anything it’s me! Carry your weight around here before you bitch at me!” Slamming his hands on the table, he walked up to you furiously, fists clenched and teeth gritted.

“I don’t need you to do shit! You don’t wanna do that? Great! Go someplace else and worry about your damn self!” You flinched as he yelled, trying to get away from him, but he kept walking closer and closer, caging you against the wall.

“Eita get away, stop—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you can’t finish what you started! What’s stopping you now huh?”

“What’s gotten into—”

“What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into you? What’s got you so uptight? Do I ask you to make and come shove food down my throat? No! I’ll take a damn shower before I go to bed, what’s it to you if it’s at 3 am, are you losing any sleep? I’m fucking sick and tired of you acting like you hold this shit together when all you do is make it worse!” You couldn’t help the tears that began pouring down your face, making your breathing start to get shaky.

“Move Eita—” but he only got closer.

“Cat got your tongue? You were so insistent on starting this, now you’re gonna chicken out?” You were beginning to panic, the feeling of him caging you against the wall as he screamed beginning to be too much. Trying to collect your breathing, you attempted to shove past him again, but he didn’t let you.

“Eita stop—”

“I’m fucking speaking to you y/n! Don’t try to walk away!” Burying your face into your hands, you sobbed, trying to collect yourself and stop the bubbling panic from overwhelming you. But Semi continued to scream, making your legs wobble and your eyes shut close as you lost consciousness.

Slowly, as you opened your eyes sometime later, you sat up, groaning at the pounding in your head. The bed sunk immediately as Semi sat before you, a glass of water in hand, stretched out for you to take. You only glared, snatching it from him and drinking it quickly.

“Y/n?”

“Don’t speak to me.” His breath came out shaky.

“Okay, look, I know you don’t want to see me right now—”

“Yeah, I don’t, so go away.” He tried to grab your hands, but you swatted his away. Gulping, he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry. Really I am. I know I have a problem with my anger, and I try for you, and this time it got way out of hand, but—”

“Eita, I said to go away. Did you not hear that part?” He slumped, looking at you helplessly. Lips trembling, he blinked back tears.

“Y/n? I-I’m so sorry okay? Please don’t be mad, I... there’s no excuse... I-I hurt you, but I swear I didn’t mean to. Just... just don’t leave okay?” You crossed your arms, looking away as he stared at you with wide eyes. Heart beating faster, this time it was Semi who began to panic. “Y/n?” Sighing, you turned to him, face stone cold.

“Is me looking out for you purely out of love too much for you to handle? Because it seems you’re not ready for someone taking care of you because you matter to them.” Shaking his head, he tried to grab your hand again, this time successfully managing to.

“No, of course not! I love you for being so thoughtful. I’d be a mess without you, I just said those things in the heat of the moment. I love you so much, I don’t know where I’d be without you! I... I’ll be better, I know I’ve been neglecting you, but please—”

“Eita, maybe things aren’t working out as well as I thought—”

“No!” He screamed, shocking you. Eyes wide and red, breath coming out faster, Semi looked utterly devastated. “No please,” he said weakly. “I... I was scared I’d lose you if I didn’t work hard enough. I haven’t been able to bring much to the band recently, and what if they drop me? And then... who’d wanna be with a failed musician? You deserve better than that, so I tried to... I can’t lose you like this, please,” he begged, heart on his sleeve as he looked at you brokenly. “I love you, you’re all I want.” And suddenly, within an instant, in a way only Semi could, your anger faded, leaving only a yearning to hold the man you loved as he stared at you like he was about to lose everything.

“Eita, you’ve been working yourself to the bone. All over this? I love you, you know that. No matter how successful or not you become. You’re doing so well, your careers so promising, they won’t drop you. Not for taking care of yourself a bit more.” Sniffling, he nodded.

“I know. I... I don’t know what came over me. Just... don’t leave.” Nodding, offering him a gentle smile, you opened your arms.

“I won’t, but you have to change things a bit. I can’t just watch you neglect yourself and me like that anymore okay?” Climbing into the bed beside you, he hugged you close, nodding.

“Okay. I promise. I love you y/n.” Leaning in and kissing his jaw, you laced your fingers together.

“I love you too baby.”

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Been watching Kaiju No. 8! I like this guy, he's funny ^^ Also here's him with cat ears, haha

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アニメ期間中のまとめ | えーこ #pixiv

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Till he opens his eyes

hoshinaヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

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There's a post going around Tumblr about how if you're post-menopausal and have bleeding, you should get it checked by your doctor. I brought some minor bleeding I'd had up in a doctor visit earlier this year, prompted by that post, and this week, after a biopsy, I found out I have cancer. It's early stage and the survival odds at 5 years are 99%. I have an oncologist appointment and we may have caught it early enough that surgery alone will be sufficient treatment (no radiation/chemo).

So that post may have saved my life and it may have made my treatment a lot easier too.

If you get into menopause and then start bleeding again, really, get your reproductive innards checked out. The life you save may be your own.

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Everyday I pray to God some really good X reader fic writer gets obsessed with ace like I am

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hoshinaヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

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Whoever did this is gonna get cursed I fear

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please take this as my contribution for nalu week

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It’s actually killing me how canonically kind and sensitive Giyuu is.

He stitched the haori’s of his two loved ones together and wore it for years. He remembered Murata’s name after all this time. He felt so strongly about Sabito’s death he had to repress his feelings entirely to function again. He gave two siblings a chance to try to find a way to cure becoming a demon despite his duty to do otherwise. In the manga he helped Mitsuri up when Tengen accidentally knocked her over at the first pillar meeting we see. He wanted to try and befriend Sanemi by giving him his favorite snack.

The fact that he went from smiling so wide and tearing up over his friend slapping him to showing hardly any emotions at all–just so he wouldn’t succumb to the despair and hopelessness of his grief, just so he could keep living–it’s so heartbreaking.

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sorry i forgot to post these

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girlfriend

summary: Iwaizumi x F!Reader. you might be his girlfriend—but she's his girl.

word count: 2.4k

cw: hurt/comfort. a lot of reader insecurity. fear/mention of emotional cheating but there is none

a/n: this actually fills @akimind's request for my 500 follower event one million years ago but the formatting is tooo hard so. here it is!!! iwaizumi + angst + college au + "that's not what i said." LOVE YOU SORRY HOPE IT HURTS AND IS ALSO ENJOYABLE. <<<<3333333

You didn't mean to fall in love with your boyfriend.

You hadn't gone into this expecting Hajime to become your boyfriend at all, actually. You liked him. Liked how easy it was to be with him. How warm he was when you let your touch linger on him and pretended it was more than a flirty friendship. You hadn't ever predicted it would become so, because Hajime was hung up on his ex-girlfriend.

They'd traveled over oceans to be together, coming to Irvine from the same prefecture in Japan. They had still been together when you met him, her head tucked beneath his chin, his arms wrapped around her waist. Your first thought was "oh, he's beautiful." Your second thought was "they look like they're made for each other." You shoved the first thought deep inside a secret crevice of your brain and stuck out your hand to introduce yourself with a bright smile.

The strain of new adulthood got to them, though, or so you assumed: you were never privy to the gory details of the breakup. They remained friendly, in the same friend group, and it just always seemed obvious to you that they would someday reconcile. It wasn't until two years after their break that you were able to start showing regular, platonic affection to Hajime without feeling like an attempted homewrecker.

It was just before graduation, having dragged him away for a late-night bite to eat so neither of you would starve to death studying for finals, when everything flipped on its head. Your plan to energize the both of you had backfired; you were yawning every other sentence and came close to laying your head on the table before Hajime put his palm down in front of your face.

"Come sit next to me," he'd said, so you maneuvered around into his side of the booth and been promptly pulled into his side. You had looked up at him, murmuring a sleepy question that was more wordless noise than actual English, and that was it. Something you didn't understand softened his gaze, and then he tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips over yours.

It was a perfect first kiss.

In the weeks following it, you had bounced violently between insisting to yourself that he hadn't meant for you to read too far into the kiss and your natural instinct to go after what your heart wanted. And the more he proved that it wasn't a one-off anomaly, that he could kiss you right out of drought into a superbloom, the more you were convinced. Iwaizumi Hajime wouldn't knowingly break your heart.

When Hajime asked you to be official, wildflower bouquet in hand, the lights of the now-empty graduation pavilion shining down on the both of you, you said yes, your whole heart and none of your brain in the matter.

As you entered your apartment hand-in-hand with him, greeting all the friends who had gathered there to celebrate the end of undergraduate school, you remembered that the key modifier in "Iwaizumi Hajime wouldn't knowingly break your heart" was knowingly. He seemed happy enough announcing the development to everyone else, and then she had walked in, carrying a bottle of wine that almost slipped from her grasp when she saw your proximity. He had dropped your hand—just for a second, but it had happened, and then picked it back up like his sentence hadn't died in his mouth at the sight of her.

He'd always gotten a little defensive when people mentioned their relationship, his features shutting down into a blank, tight expression. Though they obviously weren't as close as they had been for most of their lives, they were still both part of your friend group, and he always seemed to laugh just a little harder at her jokes, kept eye contact a little longer, got embarrassed more easily around her. You didn't want to be jealous or insecure or possessive, but it just felt more increasingly obvious that you were a rebound, a cheap, temporary dupe meant to fill in until Hajime realized and returned to the love of his life.

It was hard to be angry at him, though, because you knew with every fiber of your bleeding heart that he wouldn't do this to you on purpose. You knew he thought he cared for you, that he thought he had moved on. He did a good job almost every day coming very close to persuading you of it, enough to keep you from breaking up with him and leaving him behind, but never quite erasing your insecurities for more than a few weeks at a time.

One of the first mornings you woke up in his bed, well rested and sore in all the right places, he was missing. You got up, mourning the softness of his sheets and the scent of him on the pillowcases, and slipped into one of his shirts before leaving his room to explore.

He was cooking, shirtless in the kitchen, and if that wasn't one of the yummiest things you had seen in your life.

"Good morning," you said, leaning against his counter.

"Very," he returned, flipping an egg in the pan. "Looking like that. I think—I mean, it seems like that shirt always gets chosen to be the boyfriend shirt." He had narrowly avoided saying her name, but you had heard it threatening to tumble out of his mouth. You bit back a response, but your smile still dropped, and he spent the next hour making allusive, sorry overtures without either of you actually acknowledging the slip.

You never wore that shirt again. He gave you another one, you accepted it, and life moved on.

Except you had somehow become mired in the past with a relationship that was long over, and without university or a job to distract you—you were starting at the end of September, which felt aeons away—it was eating you alive, especially as Hajime left for a preliminary return trip to Japan.

"Did you hear how Mattsun and Makki greeted him when he landed?" You sit in the car on the way to the airport, packed in with Hajime's ex, successfully hyping yourself up to see him again until she addressed the group.

"Oh, yeah," you laugh. "So funny." You haven't had a conversation with Hajime that had more depth than "how are u? miss u" for the trip's duration. She's your friend, too, though you've never been close, but there's something unbearable about admitting it to her now, when you're so unsure of your relationship's current status. It has to mean something that he was keeping her updated and active in his life, didn't it?

You find solace in knowing that you don't blame her at all. If you could find an ounce of resentment for her in your heart, you would probably have left Hajime by now—isn't that the mark of a truly evil plot-pushing girlfriend?

You cry when you see him again.

"Happy tears," you assure him, and hide your face in his shoulder.

Later, alone in his apartment, you bite your lip when Hajime asks if you want to sleep over.

"Okay, babe, I don't want to pressure you," he says, and you can feel yourself tensing up as he speaks. "But I feel like you've been—off all day. Is everything okay?"

You blanch and focus on the cowlick on the right side of his head, the one that's endeared him so much to you, so you don't have to look him in the eyes. Too much is bubbling up in your throat, your brain thrown into overdrive, and he's staring at you with so much worry in his eyes it's just not right to leave him hanging:

"No."

Hajime makes a noise you don't understand, low in his throat. "Is it because I didn't call enough while I was gone? Because I can explain that, I promise."

"No," you rush to explain. "I don't—it wasn't you, exactly. I've just—ever since we started dating—I think you still love her."

You're picking at your nails, a bad habit you've had since you were small, and he takes your hands in his, smooths his thumbs over the torn cuticles.

"I don't," he says, finally, neutrally, though his face hasn't formed into the cold mask you're used to seeing when she's brought up. "Ever since we started dating?"

"Before," you admit. "I always thought you would get back together. You just seemed so made for each other."

"But we weren't," a little pucker between his eyebrows forms. "So—what did you think when we started dating?"

"When you first kissed me," you say, "I thought maybe it was a one-off. That you wanted something casual. And then it got more serious, and I thought maybe I could just suppress my insecurities until they went away, and I mean, I really thought you liked me."

"I do," his voice grows more agitated, his lips thinning out.

"Yeah, but..." You trail off. "You would do things that made me think, oh, he's just the perfect guy, they just looked so amazing because I was jealous, and then every so often I'd see you interact with her and it wasn't like how we are at all. I know the insecurity is my own fault, that's not on you, but I feel like it's holding both of us back."

"What do you mean holding us back? You don't think you make me happy?" He snaps, and you wince.

"Not like you are with her! Every time she comes in the room you get this look on your face, like you're speechless. Like-like the songs, Haji, I just..."

He lets go of your hands, crosses his arms.

"Do you really think I'd do that to you?"

"No, Haji, I know you'd never cheat. That's why I fell in love with you! You're a good guy, but I don't want you to wake up one day and break both our hearts because she's meant to be your girl and I'm just your fucking girlfriend." Your eyes sting, your chest heaving by the end of the sentence.

"You love me?" He's quieter now, giving you a little more space to breathe.

"What? That's not what I said."

"Yes, it is," he says, a little smile growing at the corners of his mouth, as though he can't control it. "You love me."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand why you're focusing on that," you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. "It's true, I just don't get it."

"Because you make me happier than she ever did," he promises, crowding you up against the counter and motioning for you to jump up to sit on top of it after you can go no further. "I'm weird when she's around because she's my ex, sure, but not because I still want her. It... ended badly. It's a miracle we didn't pull the entire friend group into it, and I never wanted to make her look bad to them, so I'm always trying really hard to look, uh, normal around her. We're on better terms now, but I haven't wanted her in years, honey."

"She knew about what you were doing when I didn't," you mumble, feeling small in the stormy release of emotions. "And she knows so much about you I don't in general."

"We grew up together," Hajime reminds you. "It would have been one of the guys. I know I didn't tell her anything. You can check my call history, my texts."

You shake your head. "I believe you."

"Really?" He arches a brow, and you laugh and push gently at his shoulder.

"Yes, really."

"You know how long I had a crush on you before I did anything about it? I thought you weren't interested, and then you finally started being even more affectionate with me than you were with our other friends, and I took the chance."

"Rookie numbers," you preen under his gaze. "I liked you... pretty much as soon as I met you. But I suppressed it 'cause I didn't want to be a homewrecker."

"You're sweet," he chuckles. "I promise, you have nothing to worry about there. I'm never gonna wake up and not be grateful to see you drooling on my bed."

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," he looks at you fondly, swiping his thumbs under your lower lashes. "You love me, though."

"Oh," your lips part. "And the not calling in Japan?"

He scrunches his nose. "I was trying not to spoil anything. I wanted to, uh, discuss it with you first, but you should know my friends and family are all waiting to embarrass me if I have to turn everything around now."

"Okay? I'll consider your dignity, but I make no promises," you tease. He drops his head to your shoulder for a moment, taking a deep breath, and you wind a hand into his hair, petting him until he straightens.

"So, you know how I have that paid internship opportunity back home?" You nod, not wanting to be reminded. You'll do it for him, but... long distance sucks. "I went to their office and turned it down. I want to go through with my doctorate."

"Oh, that's huge!" You gasp. "That's incredible, I'm so happy for you!"

"So the part that has to do with you is, um," he says, "you're planning to stay here, right?"

"Yeah," you say, "my next step is like a twenty minute commute, thankfully."

"I want to finish my schooling in the States," he tells you, "and then after that, I want to go wherever you go."

"Hajime," you start, but he puts a shaking hand on your knee, and that shuts you up.

"I love you," he says seriously. "It's like I said, okay? You make me happier than anyone else. I know you're the one for me, if you'll have me. If not, I get—"

You grab his face and smash your lips into his, and if that doesn't get the message across? You don't know what will.

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Portgas D Ace

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see honestly i am the easiest person to impress because literally no one has ever really bought me flowers or taken me dancing or on a picnic or any of that romantic junk and i would just melt at any of it