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I was fucking not expecting the end, this was short but so good, I wish this was a whole fanfic with a lot of chapters 😫😫😫

you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.

your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.

you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.

tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.

so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.

you tell him everything you've ever thought about him—how you admire his drive and his passion, how you have looked up to him for years and years. how you have never felt so deeply for someone before knowing him. it comes out in a rushed ramble of words, all those nights of practicing in the mirror doing nothing for you in the actual moment. you stumble a few times, your face getting warmer with every word, and yet as each sentence falls forth you feel a weight lift from your shoulders—the flesh of your lungs clatter against your ribs, anxious and eager.

tooru inhales, gaze darting between your eyes and then flitting downwards. even in the dark of the night, you can see the pinkish hue crawling up his neck, can see the way he fidgets with his own fingers. he stares at you, lips parted as a wide array of emotions flit over his handsome features—they finally settle into a strange combination of apologetic and resigned.

and then he tells you no.

he tells you that volleyball will always take precedence, that he has already mapped out his future, which is too far away from you. he tells you about argentina and how his mind is made up. he tells you that he's flattered, that he's glad you're friends but that's all he can do right now.

“i'm sorry,” he says with a grimace. he studiously avoids looking at you, but you can't stop staring at him—your stomach sinks as he turns to head inside.

it takes you months to muster up the courage to tell him. it takes him two minutes to say no to you.

the rejection stings in a way that is unfamiliar, and you take a shaky breath as you walk down the street to catch up with the others.

the humiliation makes itself known in the form of a painful lump in your throat—unmoving and heavy. when you glance up you see that the third years have hung back, waiting for you. makki is wearing a knowing grin, but it falters when he sees your expression. mattsun, ever observant, seems to immediately understand, and he wordlessly slings an arm over your shoulder.

all you can do is awkwardly chuckle, knowing that it sounds weak and throaty as you shake your head. “i feel stupid,” you admit, voice wobbling as heat burns through your skin—unpleasant and unwelcome.

“you're not stupid,” makki mutters, hands shoved deep in his pockets as his lips slant regretfully. you stare at the ground, nodding slowly under the weight of mattsun's arm. your lungs ache, and you know that if you open your mouth, you will lose it entirely. so all you can manage to do is look up at iwa with glassy eyes and trembling lips and a rueful smile that probably makes you look as pathetic as you feel.

you don't notice the way his fists are clenched at his sides, nails digging indents into his palms. he grits his teeth, gaze flitting to oikawa's house in the background, but he doesn't say anything.

none of them speak as they walk you home, and you try your best to keep the sniffles to a minimum, too embarrassed to look at them.

you've never felt pain like this before, and it's hard to get over it because everything reminds you of tooru. it's like someone has taken a knife and carved into your ribcage, grasping your heart before taking it out crushing it between bloodied fingers. but even despite the gaping hole in your chest you know that there are expectations to be met, things to be done.

that's the strange thing about your silly unrequited love—it hurts and hurts and hurts some more until it stops one day before you can realize it. even though your chest is still bleeding you go on with life—you go to university, you get a job, you pay bills. you get up in the morning and brush your hair and drink water and tie your shoes until the wound closes itself up. you start smiling a little wider and laughing a little freer until oikawa tooru is nothing more than an old name.

and of course there are instances where you are reminded of him and what could've been, whether it's seeing milk bread in a supermarket or passing by children hitting a volleyball over a net out in the sun. you know very well that your friends are occasionally still in contact with their old captain, not that this bothers you. after all, mattsun, makki, and iwa were very careful not to bring him up around you, which you're grateful for. so even hearing the name in passing becomes easier.

it is difficult until it isn't anymore.

you've all but forgotten him now, after years and years and years—nothing more than a distant memory.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread pooling in your stomach when you walk into the restaurant on makki's birthday and see oikawa tooru sitting at the bar, drink in hand. his eyes are alight as he laughs at whatever conversation he's joined, dark hair falling into his eyes messily.

one step forward, ten steps back.

for a second you can't help but stare, breath stolen from your lungs because it feels like the knife is back and twisting itself into your flesh all over again. there is a panic rising in your throat, suffocating and overwhelming and jarring.

tooru lifts his glass to his lips, hiding his grin as his gaze lazily travels over the expanse of the room.

another surge of panic. the familiar sting of humiliation.

he pauses as he's about to take a sip, brown eyes widening when they land on you, and you see the sharp inhale he takes. his stare doesn't waver, too consumed by shock to look away.

and yet that's all you can do—tear your eyes away because you're different now and it's long gone and you know there is no point in going down that rabbit hole again.

it was a lifetime ago—it's done now.

but you will never know how long tooru thought of you after that night back in high school. you will never know that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the way your face fell at his rejection. you will never know that he bit his tongue so hard it bled as he watched you walk away from him. you will never know that he spent countless nights in argentina wondering what you were up to and how you were. you will never know that sacrificing you for his beloved sport was the hardest thing he's ever done.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread tooru feels when he sees the way your eyes light up as you find your way over to iwa's side.

@teddybeartoji this is for you mickey ily hehehehehe

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i finished KnK and I just want to say that i already miss them so much… and Kagami is gon to EUA… maybe they’ll never play all together again and that’s make me so sad

they could have ended the story with Kagami learning that the basket ball from Japan it’s good too, you know? Bc in the movie, the first minutes they show a flashback of a japonese guy saying that he doesn’t think japonese basket it’s good enough like eua basket.

but i guess making him leave was the best choice? bc in the end since the story started this was Kagami dream, playing for NBA

but in my dreams the miracle generation, kuroko and Kagami would play together until the end…

i have other things to talk about, some things that didn’t sit right to me … but i guess could talk about in another time

in the end i loved KnK and already want to rewatch

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this is crazy to me, Kise is the only one who works with fashion stuff BUT IS THE WORSE DRESSED IN THERE!?!?

HOW’S THIS EVEN POSSIBLE???

I need to talk about this:

Like.. Daiki's fit and...

Taiga.. Taiga!!!😱 I'm malfunctioning 🔨

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I love how this actually became my new tt and I’m not even needing it anymore

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if you guys are asking yourselves from where do I post, this is the place…

Orchid Villa (2022) designed by: Thilina Liyanage

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im going sick bc I just remembered that this is not gonna happen bc HE DOESN’T EXIST AAAGGHHHHRR

please please please please please please please just one chance

ushijima finds you knocked out on the living room sofa, clutching a throw pillow to your chest.

“baby?” he says softly. 

he pads over to the sofa as you continue snoozing away peacefully. ushijima crouches down near your head. your mouth is slightly ajar and a trail of drool runs down your cheek. 

“darling.” he touches your shoulder lightly. “wake up. go and sleep on the bed instead, it’s more comfortable.”

you stir. ushijima smiles as you blink yourself awake, still in the haze of your unintentional afternoon nap.

“mmm…” you mumble and lazily rub at your eyes. “carry me, toshi. m’sleepy.”

ushijima kisses your forehead. “okay. hang on.”

he scoops you into his arms, one bracing your shoulders and the other securely under your knees. your half-lidded eyes gaze up at your boyfriend. his body is warm against your own as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“you’re so handsome, toshi.”

his smile grows a little wider. 

“is that so?”

“mhm…”

ushijima nudges the door to your shared bedroom open with elbow. he places you down carefully on your side of the bed, tugging at the pillows, then the comforter to make sure you’re comfortable.

“thank you, toshi,” you slur. “good night.”

he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“good night, baby.”

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that’s me always thinking about ushijima wakatoshi !!

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guys I’m finally watching all knb seasons, and I screaming kicking my feet bc of Kagami, I finally watched and finished season 2 and he looks so goooooood there

HE WAS IN THE FUCKING ZONE 2 FUCKING TIMES

he’s fucking amazing !!!!

I love him so much he so hot and handsome and good at basketball … I would let him do whatever he wants with me … I would let him break me and put my pieces back if he wanted too …

im being fr …

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guys I’m so down bad for ushijima that’s it’s not even healthy…

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I need more. I need more now,. Im addicted.

not a glory hole!

ɞ or, a multichapter fic where a 90kg man crashes through your apartment wall. a short series featuring funny moments between you (journalist and horrified neighbour number 1) and ushijima wakatoshi (athlete and horrified neighbour number 2)

ɞ an | when i said i wanted to write a multichapter fic for ushijima, i didn't mean for this to be the plot. it's kind of funny, though, or so i think. hopefully you enjoy it! likes/comments/rbs/tags appreciated <3 ɞ masterlist under the cut / comment to be added to taglist / mdni (18+)

ɞ chapter 1 ɞ chapter 2 ɞ chapter 3 ɞ chapter 4 ɞ chapter 5 ɞ chapter 6 ɞ chapter 7 ɞ chapter 8 ɞ chapter 9 ɞ chapter 10 ɞ chapter 12 ɞ chapter 13 ɞ chapter 14 ɞ chapter 15 ɞ ...

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he’s coming o home to me guys just wait

pro!ushijima has fan made compilation videos of “ushiwaka treating vball like it’s a 9-5 he can’t wait to clock out of” but it’s purely because he’s the worst at doing interviews and postgame conferences. the one video clip that always makes it in, though, is one where the adlers just won the championship and the interviewer is asking him if he’s excited for the celebration occurring afterwards.

“what celebration? the postgame party?”

“no! they’re hosting a parade to celebrate the victory. aren’t you excited?” the reporter seems more ecstatic than ushi, and everyone notices the way he’s frowning now. he presses the interviewer to tell him when the parade is and ushijima can only let out a long sigh.

he shakes his head. he already doesn’t attend the postgame parties, but he really doesn’t have time for this. “i can’t go to the parade. i told my wife i was coming home after this. my ticket’s already booked.” then he glances at his watch, before excusing himself, getting up from the chair. “i have to be at the airport. thank you for your support.”

(later that evening, you show your husband all the tweets going insane over the interview. he’s clinging to you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i don’t need a parade to celebrate. i want to celebrate with you.”)

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OMG LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS IM GOING TO DIEEE

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guys 😭😭 im rewatching Haikyuu, im still in the first season ep 14 and suddenly they start talking about my fav !!!?!????!! I didn’t remeber that but he looked so good in the magazine …

my fav is ushijima I love him so much, and listening to them talk about how strong he is gets me so giddy 😆😆😆😆 I lov him so much <3 he’s so pretty omg

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I HAD THIS TWO POLAR BEARS, they’re so cute

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I don't want HnK to end