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MASTERLIST PREVIOUS PART

Uptown Girl (Part Five)

Summary: You and Tommy find yourself at a turning point in your relationship. But are your growing feelings for each other already at risk of danger when you learn of your brothers' scheming ways? And what does fate have in store for you when, in the heat of the night, somebody unexpectedly turns up at your house?

Warnings: Language, angst, smut (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 5488

Authors Note: £940 in 1924 was worth £48000 in today's value.

"Fucking hell" Tommy mumbled to himself as he came face to face with your fathers glaring eyes on the walls of Arrow House, following him as he made his way down to the foyer. The grand picture enough to cause a burning paranoia to appear on his cheeks, that your dear father knew of all the filthy thoughts he'd fantasised about his beloved daughter, to relieve himself of tension every night as he painted his stomach white.

Sorry, old man.You've gotta go, Tommy said to himself, passing your father's portrait and the many other suspicious eyes of your family's ancestors. The large gaudy picture of your brother holding a bloody stag's head in one hand, and a cigar in the other, on his top priority of junk destined to find itself used as firewood at Charlie's yard.

But this one, this can stay, his eyes creased with a smile as he came to a stop in front of your portrait. The brushed strokes of an unmistakable furrowed brow, captured in your likeness, causing a small throaty chuckle to leave his lips as the sound of your voice down in the foyer welcomingly entered his ears.

" Thank you, Frances" you replied, leaving her to her daily duties as you turned to see Tommy greeting you with a toying smirk as he stepped off the last slab of wood.

Shooting him a playful smile, you turned on your heel for the secrecy of the library. The sultry sight of your swaying hips beckoning him to follow you as he surveyed the area for any peering eyes before he was hot on your heels behind you.

" Sleep well, darling?" You felt his raspy voice on the back of your neck, puckering your skin with his heated breath. His fingers unable to resist from threading through the rippled fabric of your flowing dress. Itching to feel the curves of your hips in his hands.

" Very well. Yourself?" You flirtatiously span around, walking backwards to the door. When a passing maid with a neatly pilled stack of laundered clothes in her arms had you swiftly swatting his needy touch away from her overseeing eyes.

Not that the entire staff of Arrow House wasn't already aware of your daily make-out sessions behind closed doors. Their discretion and loyalty, something you would both undoubtedly be grateful for if you knew your heavy petting sessions had been noticed. For you were still engaged to another man. The bells of your wedding day ready to be chimed in less than a weeks time.

" No" he grumbled with frustration at another night spent alone in his bed as he waited for her to turn the corner before opening the door of the study behind you. Ushering you and your accompanying giggles into the privacy of the four walls.

" Oh" you smirked coyly as he walked you backwards into the empty room, firmly shutting the door behind him in tune with the loud clicking of the grandfather clock before his wanton lips, craving with need, locked onto yours.

Unable to keep your hands off each other ever since the night you had shared both a passionate kiss and an impromptu dance under the dimly lit patio of your engagement ball. You had also been unconsciously stringing out the next steps in your relationship to the point where every waking moment in the notorious gangsters' day was filled with Tom Cat feelings about you.

As Tommy's tongue dipped eagerly into your mouth, a strangled moan left his lips as your nails raked through the stubble of his buzzed hair.

" Fuck, sweetheart" he left your parted mouth to see your eyes firmly shut with pleasure at the feeling of his fingers ghosting under your dress, eagerly roaming over the straps of your garter.

Teasingly prolonging his touch from venturing any further, you playfully pushed his needy fingers away with a smirk. Only to yelp in pain when Tommy snapped one of the buckled straps against your thigh in frustration.

" Ow!" you pouted, swatting him across the chest as he smiled into your mouth, soothingly rubbing his thumb over the reddening mark.

"Stop being a tease, Y/N. Could kiss it better, if you like?" he smirked as he pulled himself away from your swollen lips to see your full lashes looking up at him through hooded eyes. If butter wouldn't melt, he thought to himself at the prim and proper girl with one leg hooked around his waist in front of him. If only they knew.

As the unbearable ache you felt for each other, fueled further with each love bite, each igniting touch, came to a head. The answer as to whether today was the day the sexual band of tension would finally snap, plagued both your thoughts as your tongues intertwined in wanton need.

" Sissy?" Sissy?" Your brother called your name as Tommy pecked eagerly along your neck. Perhaps not.

"Fuck off" Tommy mumbled between breaths as your eyes flew open, and your distracted sensibility caught up with your flustered thoughts as you attempted to push the strong frame of the man nestled between your legs, and his growing desire pressed against your pelvis off you.

" Tommy, Tommy st..." You whimpered in both desperation for him to cease his explorations and continue until you was a pleading mess.

"I want you..." Tommy moaned breathlessly into your mouth, his hips grinding against you. The sound of you whining his name only creating more feverish need in him to hear you say it with him buried deep inside you. No more, Mr Shelby.

Pushing him off, Tommy grunted in protest, adjusting himself as you patted down your crumpled dress with only seconds to spare before the door flew open, and your brother walked in. Fuck sake. Was it a family thing? He really needed to change the locks.

" Johnathan" you said with flustered cheeks as your fumbling fingers adjusted your dress, trailing over a swelling lump on your neck. Tommy, your eyes flew to the culprit with a proud smirk on his face as you brushed your hair over the red marks of passion he'd left on your neck.

"What do you want?" You cleared your throat, as Tommy's fingers slipped behind you, cupping his hand around your bum. His mischievous roaming touch strategically hidden behind the shield of the large sofa in front of you, but nonetheless swiftly swatted away by your hand. Did he want to get caught?

" A word..." your brother's eyes darted between you and the reflection in the glass cabinet behind. Tommy's intimate relationship with you, not as discretely hidden as you had thought.

Oh, dear god, he thought to himself, swallowing the lump of stress in his throat. If seeing your passionate embrace the other night wasn't enough confirmation of your budding relationship, then this surely was. "...quickly!"

" Right" you furrowed your brow with suspicion at your brother's fidgeting demeanor and pitched voice as you turned to leave.

"Excuse me, Tom...Mr Shelby" you quickly corrected your slip up of name as your eyes widened in embarrassment at Tommy's unrestrained chuckling. His amusement with your small mishap not making the ordeal any easier for you to brush off as you hurried from the room.

" What...what are you doing?Johnathan!" You huffed as he pulled you around the corner, away from any audible ears or peering eyes.

"We have a problem" he stood in front of you, holding your arms in place, bracing you for the mess he had gotten himself into.

" I owe £940 to a man in Camden" your brother blurted out in a rapid ascension of mumbling words. " And if I don't pay it back by Friday...oh dear god..." His lip quivered at the stark warning he'd been given by the burly bearded man of many professions.

"Spit it out, Johnathan!"

"He'll take my family jewels instead" he whimpered with a nervous chuckle of uncertainty.

" We don't have any family jewels" you rolled you eyes, irritated by the grand story you assumed was yet another plan of his to cash in for a trip to the casino tables.

" Not those kind of family jewels, sissy. These!" He looked down at his trousers with a tearful sigh of desperation. " My legacy..." He sniveled as he stared down at his most cherished and soon to be chopped off possession if he didn't find a solution to his money problems.

" I don't have time for this" you pushed past him when he frantically fumbled in his suit pocket. Passing you the losing casino slip with the sum of money he owed to the winning hand scribbled on it.

"You've been gambling again...?" you scoffed in disbelief at you idiot brother now pathetically whimpering in front of you. " After everything Johnathan! Daddy, our home. Why?!"

" It was a sure win. Two aces, two King's. No...nobody ever plays a royal flush"

" But they did, Johnathan! Somebody did!" You shouted, your brain scrambling to find a solution as you paced back and forward in front of him when your brother's fooling words caught up with you.

" Hang, on. How is this my problem too?" You span around to him gulping down the words he couldn't bring himself to say to his dearest sister. " Johnathan?" You said, trying to capture his averting eyes and the impending answer he was reluctant to give. "Johnathan?!"

" Cal promised to pay off my debts with the guarantee you would go through with the wedding. A brotherly gift from him to me, if you needed any...any gentle encouragement" he let the truth of his devious arrangement slip, cowering into himself in preparation for your thundering voice of anger.

" You made a deal with him in return that I walk down the aisle?!" Your face reddened in fury, your pointing finger coming close to finding its way into one of his blubbering eyes.

" You're already planning to walk down the aisle, sissy! Aren't you?" he rose his voice in retaliation, weary of your wavering finger still hovering dangerously close. "This wouldn't even be a topic of conversation if you..."

" If what?" You interrupted him, your glaring eyes enough of a warning to him to tread carefully with his next words.

" Oh come on, don't think I haven't noticed. You and Mr kingpin! You're acting like a hussy" He whispered the latter of his insults, as you mustered all the restraint you possibly could from having to plan another family members funeral.

" Johnathan" you shook his shoulders, avoiding the subject of Tommy and what your feelings for him even were." You're my brother, don't tell me you don't know how I feel about, Cal" your eyes filled with sadness as Jonathan's darted away with a strained sigh. A poor attempt at facing the truth about your and Cal's precarious relationship and the controlling nature of it he and your Grannie had witnessed since the death of your father. " Please don't" a tear trickled from your pleading eyes over the curves of your cheek. Desperate for him to acknowledge the violent fate that awaited you if the news of Arrow House didn't return in your favour, and you would be forced to marry in a few days' time.

" How many times will I have to pay for other people's mistakes, Johnathan? I've given so much of myself already" you rubbed your welling eyes, your skin crawling with the ghostly memory of Cal's fingers kneading your flesh.

" I'm afraid you won't have a choice but to give a little more, baby sister. For all our sakes" he slumped into the chair next to him, relenting to the situation and it's only solution.You.

" For your sake, you mean" your face bubbled with anger, tears streaming down to the marble floor into a puddle at his feet.

"I love you Johnathan, but...you're on your own" you crossed your arms, raising your head away from the second male member of your family that had sold you to secure their own livelihood.

" Wait what?" Your brother's head bolted up to see you walking away. "You... you can't do that! We're family!" his eyes widened with the realisation that you wasn't willing to help him out of his self-inflicted mess.

Babied and pampered. For the first time ever, Johnathan would have to face his own problems. Alone.

"He'll cut me up into tiny pieces, sissy. Sissy!" He shouted after you as you left the vicinity and his pleading calls.

"Shit! Shit, shit, bollocks, balls, bloody shit!" His voice rose with each frustrated profanity as he stomped his foot. " Shit" he added one for good measure as his body slid down the side of the wall, looking at his crotch in defeat." Goodbye old friend"

" Bored" John huffed, tossing a small Grecian statue from hand to hand as he sat on one of the velvet sofas of your living room.

" Why don't you go outside and play, John boy. Leave us adults in peace" Arthur motioned with his hand to the door, with his head lulled back in the large armchair he had shot gunned.

" Shut up, Arthur" he huffed, launching the ornament one last time, before the head snapped off and tumbled onto the plush carpeted floors.

" Pillock" Arthur rolled his eyes, as his younger brother scrambled on all fours in search for the missing head. Ceasing the opportunity to give his second-youngest brother, and inferior in the pecking order a satisfying, big brother kick in the bollocks from behind.

" You ok?" Tommy quietly questioned as he walked behind you, his hands taking the opportunity to subtly trace along the tops of your thighs as his brothers stayed distracted with their bickering.

" Fine" you closed the pages of the book in your hand, settling it on the back of the settee in front of you as you pushed your hair from the flushed heat rising on your neck at the feeling of his hands slowly roaming further up to their final, and most desired destination.

" Ex..excuse me" you cleared your throat tucking the novel against your stomach as you made a beeline for the opposite side of the room, leaving Tommy dumbfounded with a stroppy frown of discontent at your sudden coldness with him.

With no intention of letting another layer of tension settle over the already torturous one currently demanding all the free space in his mind. Tommy strode after you. All under the watchful stare of his eldest brother, whose eyes and ears had perked up at the sight of Tommy's moody pout.

Love sick puppy, Arthur thought to himself, grinning with amusement as he closed his eyes.

" Beer money, champagne taste. Ay, Tom? Arthur chuckled, earning him a sharp punch to the arm as Tommy walked past. " I'll let you 'av that one, baby brother" he smirked as he rested his head back on his comfy cushioned chair, opening one eye to see John licking the head of the figurine in an attempt to stick it back on its owners body. Fucking hell...

" You're gonna have to convince me better than that, sweetheart" he leaned against the wall, taking the book in your hand. His eyes scrolling over the last page you had read as you turned your head to the weathered window beside you. " What did your brother want, Y/N?" His concerned voice probed as he looked up to see you nervously biting your bottom lip.

" Johnathan? Oh, nothing" you darted to a from his squinting eyes. A piercing stare that was as unconvinced about your response as it was that you held any interest in the story you had been reading.

Snapping the book shut, Tommy let out a stifled huff of frustration, deciding not to press you any further on family matters that were not of his concern, further putting pressure on the confusing web of feelings you both found yourselves in. The same feelings and its current status, he wasn't sure he even knew your stance on. Were you his girl?

" Hey" he said, shielding you from his brothers as he moved to stand in front of you. " Are we ok, Y/N?" he voiced with apprehension as he held the curve of your chin in his fingers, gently turning your head to face him. Feeling like a school boy in the throes of a new love, treading carefully not to fuck it up. Shit. Was he fucking it up?

" Yes..." you blinked up at him, resting your hand over his thumb, soothingly brushing against your skin. "...We're ok" your eyes darted to and from the small smile of reassurance on the corner of his lips. Your own giddy glow of excitement, blushing your skin like a rosy-cheeked girl talking to her crush for the first time.

" Right. I'm bored" Arthur bolted up from his seat, the quietness away from the noise and clanger of Small Heath starting to scratch away at his brain.

" Y/N, love. I don't know how you ain't gone stark bloody mad in this place" he said, adjusting his belt before giving a snoring John a sharp slap to the back of his head to wake him up from the doze he'd drifted in to.

If only he knew how close to madness you had truly gotten.

" Come on kids, let's go 'av some fun, ay?"

" So, what d'you think?" Arthur queried, smoothing the stray whiskers of his moustache down, sat in front of you in the passenger seat of Tommy's Bentley as you peered out the window at the sights of Small Heath.

Shifting in his seat, Tommy pulled his eyes away from the road to your reflection in the rear-view mirror as he nervously cleared his throat.

Bloody Arthur, he thought to himself, waiting on your answer as he watched your eyes dart back and forth to the bustle on the streets where he had spent his childhood years. He wanted to impress you, take you out for a night someone of your elegance was deserving of. A trip down to the piss-covered backstreets of Small Heath was not what he had envisioned when Arthur had suggested showing you some real fun.

" It's...its wonderful, Arthur! Your eyes beamed with excitement, engrossed in a muddy brawl taking place outside the safe confines of the car. The entirety of the ride into Birmingham having been spent in awe at the lawless world the Shelby brothers had grown up in. A far cry from that of your own. It's residents free from the burden of high society's scrutinising judgment. Free from the restraints of conformity.

"Wonderful...ay?" Arthurs' cheeks ballooned with laughter, straining to hold in his amusement as John's sputtering giggles escaped his lips in small sniggers until neither of them could refrain themselves any longer and the car filled with a burst of laughter.

"Bloody hell! Miss posh pants here, thinks Small Heath's wonderful! John chuckled in disbelief as Tommy caught your eye in the small mirror as you shrunk into your seat, blushing at your eager display of excitement.

" Just different, eh love? " Tommy shot you a wink as he pulled up outside the Garrison, putting to ease any embarrassment you felt from his bellowing brothers.

" It's definitely something" Arthur sniffed, surveying the area for any trouble before jumping out.

"Come on then, princess. Out you pop" the eldest Shelby held the door open as John scooted out next to you into the sludge of Small Heath, turning back to see you looking down at the muddied ground, thick enough for your pristine shoes to fall ankle deep into.

With the curious viewing party of the three brothers, looking down at you with creased brows and folded arms. Waiting to see if you were too posh to plod through the muddied earth with them. You hovered your laced heels over the thick gunk as a winsome smile of mischievousness etched on the corners of your lips.

Take that you old witch, you thought to yourself as you stepped out to join them in the trenches. Gone were your rearing days when Frances would quickly usher you into the kitchen to wipe away the dirt from your knees before the back of your Governess's ruler found itself bruising them red.

" Boys, shall we?" you raised a brow with a satisfied smirk, turning to each of them and their growing smiles of approval as they watched the mud-splattered bottom half of your dress sweep along the ground as you entered the Garrison.

" She's good'un, Tom" Arthur winked to his brother, giving him a firm slap to his back before following behind you and John into the dimly lit tavern of hearty laughter and piano music.

A good'un, Tommy smiled to himself as the sound of your giggles and Arthur's booming voice shouting drink orders drifted past him as the doors of the Garrison swung shut.

Just when he thought he knew you, you'd reveal yet another layer to your tightly shielded self. Kept hidden by your strong will and sheer determination. A determination Tommy was now adamant on matching. Set on further unraveling until he reached the very bottom layer. Your heart.

Thomas Michael Shelby was smitten. Absolutely, completely head over heals smitten, with you.

"Dance with me, Tommy" you bounded merrily into the foyer of your shared home, high on the many glasses of fizz you had consumed throughout the night as Tommy twirled you around with his finger, his cigarette loosely hanging from the growing smile on his lips.

" I don't dance, love" he spun you towards him until you fell into his arms and was met with his cocky smirk, playfully beaming back at you.

" Well we both know that isn't true, don't we?" You hummed biting your bottom lip as you removed the cigarette from his mouth, letting it drop to the marble flooring. What had gotten into you?

Leaning in, Tommy pressed an urgent kiss to your waiting lips. The lingering taste of the only bottle of champagne the Garrison possessed deliciously igniting his taste buds with every stroke of his tongue.

Fuck. He was desperate for you. Your subtle touches on his thigh throughout the evening under the guise of the table shielding both of your roaming hands, making his tightening trousers only more torturous.

" Y/N" he sighed, rubbing his hand down his face in frustration as you began the trek up the long stairs of your home, having pulled away from his embrace.

" You're enjoying this" he pointed to you, his eyes drifting to your sultry display as your hands glided over the wooden railings. Convinced that this torment you had decided to inflict on him was still in retaliation over his claim to Arrow House.

" Whatever made you think that?" you removed your hair from the confines of the pins delicately holding it in place as you strutted up the stairs, when Tommy made a foolish remark in jest. One he would find himself regretting almost immediately after.

" One man not enough for you to play with, eh?"

" What?" You span around, eyes widening in disbelief.

Shit. How much whiskey had he drunk?

" Was just teasing, darling" he sighed, reaching for your hand. "Y/N, I..."

" You think I'm playing with you?!" You frowned, snapping your head back to him. Swiftly slapping his hand away as your chest heaved with upset. " You think I want...him" you avoided his name, the mere sound of it now inducing a nauseated heaviness to settle in your stomach, having forgotten the dire circumstance you found yourselves in for the entirety of the night.

" Then what do you want, eh?" Tommy questioned in frustration, turning you around on the stairs to face him. "What are we doing, Y/N?" He held you in place, reaching his own limit with the precarious situation you had both created.

" Why did you have to ruin it, Tommy?" you looked up at him, furious at the reminder of the restraints still attached to you. "I just want to forget" your eyes pooled with tears as Tommy's chest filled with guilt, his hand slowly coming up to brush the tears from your cheek. "Make me forget..." your eyes held his longing stare as your fingers hovered over the buttons of his pressed shirt, slowly pushing them through each hole. "...please?"

Within seconds, his lips were pressed against yours, your hands clawing at each other's clothes as you stumbled up the remaining stairs, leaving a trail of garments in your wake.

" Tom..." You moaned, your bodies heatedly pressed against each other as your back hit the wall of the dimly lit hallway. His hands reaching under the frills of your dress, pulling your garter and everything attached to it down your knees until it hit your ankles.

" Not here" he pulled his lips away as his eyes darted to the glaring stares of your family's portraits. Saving you from their judgment before you let what was left of your ladylike reserves go, and finished freeing him from the tight restraints of his trousers.

Pushing the door open, Tommy held you tightly against his body until you thudded into the nearest piece of furniture sturdy enough to take the earnest fuck he was intent on giving you.

" You sure you want this ?" Tommy's voice shuddered as he watched your hand stroke down his torso. His mouth agape with anticipation as you gingerly dipped your hand into his briefs, blushing at the feeling of his hardening cock throbbing in your hand.

"Fuck, enough teasing sweetheart. Tell me" He moaned, desperate to finally feel you sheathed around him.

"I want you, Tommy" your noses bumped together as his hand flew to the wall behind you, steadying himself against the feeling of you stroking his cock within your palm.

Words enough to unleash the desire he had let build for weeks, Tommy crashed his lips onto yours, bundling your dress up around your waist as you propped yourself on the edge of the dresser, releasing his straining erection when the gravelly sound of a car pulled up in front the house and the sound of the bell rang.

" Yes, one moment!" Frances called out from the landing stairs, frantically pulling yours and Tommy's abandoned clothes into the wash basket in her arms as you both stayed oblivious to your unexpected visitors.

Ever the loyal housekeeper, Frances had no intentions of putting the growing relationship she had witnessed flourish in the last week at risk. One she and everyone else who worked at Arrow House, hoped would save you from the man responsible for the battered skin she had tended to countless times.

" One moment" she said as she reached the bottom step, burying the most intimate of your undergarments to the bottom of the woven basket.

" Tommy, Tommy stop!" You grabbed his face, pulling it away from the hardening nipple his lips were softly sucking on. " Oh god..." your head flew to the closed door as the sound of your brother and Cal's voices could be heard calling you name from the foyer.

" Frances. My finance?" Cal demanded to know as he threw his suit jacket into the pile of clothing in her arms.

" Sleeping. Mr Astor" she said as Cal furrowed his brow, pulling his pocket watch from his buttoned waistcoat.

"Nonsense! " he brushed off her response as Frances's panicked eyes darted to Johnathan when your fiance began the climb up the long winding stairs.

" She's such a bore, Cal. Let her sleep and join me for a whiskey, dear friend" Johnathan hollered up at him, attempting to save you from him discovering your love affair with the gangster he loathed.

He was your brother after all, albeit an annoying, insufferable one. But a brother nonetheless. One who under it all, under all his mistakes and stupid decisions, cared deeply for his little sister.

" Shh..." Tommy silenced your worries, pressing his finger to your wetted lips as Cal marched across the hallway, feet away from you.

" Tommy, wait..." You panicked, when a stifled gasp left your throat as the head of his throbbing cock pushed through your silky folds in one slow thrust, stretching you until he was fully enclosed.

" I don't wait for anyone, love" he whispered into your ear, holding the nape of your neck as your head lulled back in pleasure.

Resting his cheek on yours, Tommy gently rocked himself into you. Pupils blown with lust as he looked up to see your eyes firmly shut, basking in the feeling of his hips snapping into you and the shooting surge of pleasure your warmth sent straight to his cock. Fuck. You felt incredible.

" Sweetpea?" You heard Cal's voice call you as both your eyes, hooded heavy with desire, lazily looked to the door keeping him from finding Tommy fucking you with abandon.

"You're mine, Y/N" he whispered into your ear as his pace quickened. His cock twitching with every tightening muscles of you clenching around him. " Mine" he growled with a breathy possession, licking his tongue against yours as a languid moan escaped your swollen lips.

" Y/N?" Cal furrowed his brow. The unmistakable creak of his foot shifting closer alerting Tommy enough to silence your moaning with a hand to your mouth.

Fuck. You were too much for him, he thought to himself, watching you with darkened eyes eagerly sucking his thumb between your lips.

You had never felt as liberated as you did in that very moment. Your sexual awakening freeing itself with every pistoning thrust of his length. You couldn't get enough. You couldn't get enough of him.

" Tommy. I'm, I'm gonna..." you mumbled incoherently into the crook of his neck as you clenched with a warming ache.

" Cum with me, darling. Cum all over my cock" he groaned, his thumb slick with your saliva flying down to the swollen bundle of nerves brushing against him with every stroke.

" Cal, there you are, old chap. Whiskey?" Johnathan patted his back, ushering him away from the door his hand was seconds from opening.

Mouths agape in a delirious surge of pleasure, you breathed heavily into each other's lips as you let go and Tommys hips came to a stuttering stop. Your faces reddening, twisting in a desperate attempt to suppress the moans of ecstasy you mutually felt.

"Fuck..." Tommy gasped for air, looking down between you as his cock pulsed the last of his warm cum into you.

"You ok?" He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against yours as he brushed a lock of hair from you cheek with a smile not only of blissful satisfaction, but of adoration growing on the corner of his lips.

" Did you mean it?" You caught your breath, searching his glistening stare for an answer as he closed his eyes and softly left peppered kisses across your face until leaving a languid kiss on your lips.

" That you're mine?" He opened them, cupping the side of your face in his hand as you shyly nodded your head. Nervous you had misunderstood him, or worse, that his comment was mistakenly made in the heat of the moment.

" Always"

" One whiskey coming right up" Johnathan breathed a sigh of relief as him and Cal stepped into the neutral territory of the foyer.

" Scottish or Irish ?"Johnathan asked, walking into the parlor as your fiance came to a stop.

" Scottish" he said through the cigar sitting between his teeth as he searched in his suit jacket for his lighter on top of the basket of clothing France's distracted list of duties had forgotten to tidy away when the shine of a gold cufflink loosely attached to a man's shirt captured his attention.

T.S, the engraved jewellery read. Undoubtedly belonging to thee Thomas Shelby, he scoffed, flicking them with a finger to test their value. Real gold. What did he do? Steal them, he smirked when another curious item of clothing peaking under the arm of the white fabric caught his eye.

Pulling the lace underwear from within the bundle of men's garments, Cal's eyes widened, his jaw clenching at the unmistakable item of clothing.

His face twisting in fury, he brought the pair of lingerie scrunched tightly in his fist to his reddening face, sharply breathing in the sweet scent as his darkening eyes, deepening with an impending rage for its owner who had betrayed him, darted up to the ceiling. His loving, whoring wife to be. You.

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Trans people in Ukraine: transition process, legislations, healthcare, and social attitudes

Kyiv, 2024. A protest for adopting bill #5488 that defines hate crimes and introduces harsher punishments for them. The author stands second to the left. Photo source

Whether it’s Ukraine, Palestine, or other “third world” countries, the issue of queer rights is often used even by the relatively well-meaning liberals to claim: “We shouldn’t help them, look how badly they treat their queers!”

Of course, the ethical argument against it would be that no one deserves genocide and not that “the situation is not that bad.” But anyone who has argued online at least once knows that’s not how it works. So the argument I'm here to make is:

Trans rights and lives in Ukraine are not that bad.

I’m a trans man living in Kyiv. I’m currently medically and legally transitioning, I have a lot of trans/nb friends and try to involve myself in activism. So I have both first-hand experience and up-to-date info to talk about the issue.

Let me be very clear here: things are not perfect.

We still don’t have a lot of legal protections we need. The human factor and community networks matter a lot. But it’s not the “leave the country if you’re trans” levels of bad, and haven’t been for a while.

Compared to some Western European countries with rights for self-id and third gender markers, Ukraine is obviously not that progressive.

However, after learning more about the UK’s trans issues, as well as the various US states’ anti-trans legislations, I was compelled to write this text because I wanted to say from the bottom of my heart: “Shut the fuck up” to everyone who wants to say something about how backward Ukraine is.

In Ukraine, trans and other queer people can live their lives relatively freely. And what’s even more important: in contrast to a lot of “developed” countries, the situation with trans rights and social acceptance is actually improving.

(Am I afraid that our society and legislators will slide backward with the influence tr*mp will have over the whole world? Yes. But that’s another issue entirely. And historically, even during his first term, our laws actually improved.)

So, if you ever find yourself arguing about Ukraine, here is everything you need to know to also politely ask everyone bemoaning “poor” Ukrainian queers’ fates to shut up.

In the first part, I talk about general vibes, and in the second one, I go into the transition process in way more depth than was necessary. This monstrosity absolutely got out of hand, if I’m honest. Maybe I need to try to shoot a YouTube video so people can use it as background noise.

Read on Medium or keep reading here.

In any case, enjoy!

How do trans people in Ukraine live? Laws, attitudes, and vibes

Kyiv, 2024. A protest for adopting bill #5488. The author stands second to the right. The poster says “Stop violence against transgender people. Adopt 5488.” Photo source

So, you’re transitioning. What life in Ukraine has in store for you?

Ukrainian trans legislations

There’s a clear legal procedure that allows Ukrainian trans people to change their gender marker and all of their legal documents.

In Ukraine, there are some laws to protect against discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity.

There are also laws prohibiting hate speech/discrimination in the media. They don't protect from misgendering, insensitive jokes, and stereotyping. But show me a country where they do.

There are no laws prohibiting trans people from using the right bathrooms.

Unfortunately, you can only transition medically and legally once you turn 18. Minors can get a psychiatric diagnosis (but not F64.0) but they don't have access to puberty blockers.

There are still quite a lot of hate crimes. Police are often not investigating them properly. They get classified as “hooliganism” instead of a hate crime. The good news: more people are reporting them, and NGOs are actively working on these cases. Bad news: the bill to define hate crimes specifically and introduce harsher repercussions for them has been lying in the parliament for more than 2 years. Activists are actively advocating for adopting this bill. In general, there’s an understanding that it might be done in the coming years.

Same-sex marriage is not legal. However, there's a bill to introduce civic partnerships. And there is an explicit understanding in society that queer people will benefit from it the most. Unfortunately, it's also been lying in the parliament for 2+ years. Activists work hard to change that. The main detractor is the council of the churches.

There's some gray legal area around the issues but there's a common understanding that trans people are not allowed to adopt children. They also can't retain custody over their under-18 children if they change their documents.

Society at large

The author presents his painting “A time to plant and a time to uproot” about his experience of transitioning during the full-scale invasion during the Ljubljana Pride events in 2023.

According to recent polls, social attitudes toward LGBT+ people are improving by the year. In 2023 a poll showed that 64% (info in Ukrainian, use Google Translate) of people expressed neutral or positive attitudes towards queer people (compared to 54% in 2022). The number of people who have negative attitudes towards LGBT+ was 33,9%. Contrast this with 60,4% in 2016.

For some trans people, it's hard to find work if their documents do not match their looks. When it comes to hiring practices, the anti-discriminatory laws often don't work because obviously a business can refuse to employ you citing other reasons. However, all of this depends highly on the industry and specific employers. For example, most Ukrainian IT companies are okay with gender-nonconforming and trans people. They, along with NGOs, often have anti-discriminatory company policies. It’s harder to get employed when it comes to customer service jobs. However, I’ve heard positive personal anecdotes there as well. In general, the situation is improving compared to even 5-10 years ago, but there's still room for growth.

The major public force that opposes queer rights, and one with the most influence, is the Council of churches (which includes most major denominations that exist in Ukraine.)

In general, in mainstream liberal circles, it's no longer acceptable to be openly transphobic or homophobic. For example, a lot of large bloggers, who consider themselves nationalists (which used to be synonymous with anti-queerness) are publicly supporting queer rights as a marker of a civilized society and progress regardless of their personal beliefs.

Increasingly more mainstream liberal media is trying to give positive coverage to the queer community, from using the right lexicon to shooting special materials dedicated to queer and trans issues. Still, it’s also quite common even for some of the well-meaning media outlets, and especially bloggers to misgender trans people, use clickbait headings, and so on. The vast majority of media were incredibly confused regarding the right pronouns when covering Nemo’s Eurovision victory.

3rd Forum for Transgender and Nonbinary People, Kyiv, 2024. The slogan reads “TRANS*forming the reality.” The author stands to the right.

Increasingly more queer books are getting published, including those by Ukrainian authors.

There are right-wing organizations that specifically target queer people, harass them online, even attack physically, and threaten queer events. Just yesterday (November 9th, 2024) a bookshop canceled a presentation of two Ukrainian LGBT+ books because they were threatened. However, by year right-wing organizations with explicitly queerphobic agenda are becoming more and more inconsequential in mainstream society. There's an understanding that most of these groups, although claiming to be ethno-nationalists, are actually funded by russians, and they look up to russian "traditional values" as opposed to the "decadent" West even to the detriment of our victory.

TERFs are also not mainstream and don't have any actual political sway. They’re only loud on X and Facebook but they don't have their own organizations and most mainstream feminist NGOs are explicitly queer- and trans-friendly.

Ukrainian queer community

There are a lot of LGBT+ and trans NGOs that promote queer rights, advocate for the community, collaborate with the legislators, and help out the community (including materially).

There are a number of publicly open trans and nonbinary activists.

The hormones are quite costly and there's no way to get them free from the country. However, the NGOs are often offering hormones as humanitarian help for free. Most of the time, I myself get hormones this way.

All in all, since 2010 (and especially 2016) the number of trans organizations grew and their work has become more influential.

Military

Ukrainian LGBT Military NGO. On their website, they state they have a separate online community for 15+ trans people who are currently serving in the military or are veterans.

There are no legal protections or mechanisms to regulate the relationships of trans people with the military. That's also a huge zone for growth the activists are working on.

The state also doesn't provide people in the army with hormones.

There's an NGO for the LGBT military.

There are open trans people in the army. But most trans men I heard of are in stealth.

LGBT+ people, even the open ones, may face some discrimination in the army from their comrades and officers. However, the mainstream idea communicated by lots of military people is “I might not personally like queers but I don't care who you are as long as you're busting your ass for the victory.”

When going through the TCRSS (Territorial Center of Recruitment and Social Support, local military administration) evaluation, except for the good old regular transmisogyny, transfems may face additional scrutiny and negative attitudes from medical professionals and officials because they may be seen as “draft dodgers.”

A personal note: I'm in the process of changing the documents so I haven't communicated with TCRSS yet. I won't dwell upon it but I have to say for the record that I'm absolutely willing to accept not only rights but also responsibilities that come with an “M” gender marker in documents. So, if I'm considered to be fit for the military, I won't try to avoid it. Moreover, my consciousness dictates that I do have to serve. Still, the process of going through the military medical board scares me a lot – way more than the military service itself.

A bit of history: the transition until 2016

The author’s art.

Until 2016, the transition process was frankly all kinds of fucked-up.

To get access to legal recognition and healthcare, a person had to go through a doctor's board evaluation. The doctors (including psychiatrists and sexologists) were predominantly educated in the Soviet Union where all kinds of queer people were considered deviants with psychiatric disorders (and often, in the case of gay men, criminalized.) So, the board was incredibly transphobic and homophobic. It used a questionnaire full of questions relying on the worst kinds of gender stereotypes: “Would you rather be a plumber or an artist? If you were a journalist would you write about sports or art?”

If you didn't look like a very stereotypical version of the gender you're transitioning to, down to the underwear, you were fucked.

If you let them know you're not straight, you were fucked.

And there was only one board for the whole country, in Kyiv, so if you haven't "passed" the assessment the first time, it was way harder to get reevaluated.

Even if you got the psychiatric diagnosis and got access to healthcare, to be able to change your gender marker and documents, you had to get sterilized.

I personally know some people who didn't want to go through this shit so they went on HRT and instead of changing the gender marker just changed their name and surname in their documents (we are allowed to do that for non-trans reasons without any issues.) This way, at least when they are signing documents and so on, they won't see their deadname constantly. They also kinda hoped that people checking their documents would just skip over the gender marker or think it's some kind of mistake.

Side note: both a sad and funny aspect is that you can change your name and surname just because you want to, but you can't change your patronym or drop it altogether. And it's always, always gendered, so if you went this way, from Olexandra Olexandrivna Ivanova you'd become an Olexandr Olexandrivna Ivanov (-ivna being female suffix, the male version would be -ovich.

Thankfully, thanks to the efforts of activists, the legislation around the transition changed, becoming way, way more relaxed. It's been in place since.

Legal and medical transition in Ukraine

Kyiv, 2024. Author at a protest for adopting bill #5488. The hashtags read “human rights,” “inclusivity,” “equality,” “safety.” Photo source.

After some confusion in 2016 around the procedures, they’ve become quite established. I started the medical transition in 2023 and legal – in August of 2024, so the info is as up-to-date as it can be.

#1. Getting a psychiatric diagnosis of “transsexualism”

If you go about your transition the proper way, the first thing you need to do is get a psychiatric diagnosis. Ukraine's healthcare system is still working with ICD-10. The country is committed formally to moving to ICD-11 but there’s a common understanding it’s really unlikely to happen until the war ends.

Under ICD-10, the diagnosis you need to get is F64.0 “transsexualism”. Yeah, yikes.

You need to go to a state psychiatrist, the diagnoses from the private ones are not valid.

De jure, you should either keep in touch with a doctor to be observed for 2 years or spend 2 weeks in a hospital. Most of the time, it's understood to be a day hospital, so you visit every day but don't sleep there. But it’s up to the doctors, so there were cases when a person spent the whole time in a psychiatric hospital. Obviously, the person is kept in the ward of the gender they were assigned at birth. You can imagine that for a lot of peopl,e the experience is quite distressing, especially considering that Ukrainian state psychiatric clinics are really not fun places to be in.

Considering this, a lot of people look for workarounds – and find them.

In some hospitals, you can pay a "voluntary contribution" (a bribe basically). The price tag for this in Kyiv’s main psychiatric hospital is around UAH10.000 ($250).

In some hospitals, fortunately, there are friendly doctors (and/or doctors who themselves belong to the queer community) who can help you out willingly.

In any case, if you can get arrangements in place, you just visit a couple of times and the hospital puts the necessary dates on the documents without actually keeping you there.

How do you get evaluated for F64.0

In a psych hospital, you get the bloodwork and some other physical examinations done (for example, a cardiogram, a lung x-ray, nothing invasive.)

You talk to a psychologist who assesses your general mental state.

And you talk to a psychiatrist and write an auto-biography focusing on your transness specifically.

The evaluation is still often based on strict gender binary and gender stereotypes. It is implicitly understood within the trans community that for example as a trans man you have to present the narrative that you always played with cars and not dolls, preferred the color blue, befriended only the boys etc, etc. Friendly psychiatrists know that this is bullshit but often still ask to narrate your story like this in case some of the higher-ups have any questions.

Correspondingly, even if psychiatrists are aware of the nonbinary spectrum, nonbinary people still have to present a very binary narrative to get the diagnosis.

Being non-straight does no longer automatically mean you don't get the right diagnosis. However, a lot of people still prefer to hide it if possible. I told my psychiatrist I'm bi with a preference for women (which is true) and had no problems because of that.

It is implicitly understood that if you're already on HRT (DYI, found a very friendly private endocrinologist, etc), the whole process is likely to go easier for you. That was my experience: I just emphasized that I've already been on HRT for half a year and so much happier for it.

When getting a diagnosis gets more complicated

Because of the war transfem people now come under more scrutiny and the evaluation has become way more strict than before 2022. Some doctors plainly refuse to do it at all. The reason is that the doctors are afraid that people trying to go through an mtf transition just try to avoid the mobilization.

There are cases, especially in the regions, of doctors refusing to deal with our trans shit. But legally doctors are not allowed to refuse to provide trans healthcare. So if you know your rights you can either press them or file a complaint. In any case, you can just go to the next state hospital and try your luck there.

A lot of psychiatrists refuse to give you F64.0 if you are currently depressed or especially have some more serious psychiatric diagnosis. A lot of them go like "well, go treat your depression and then come back." Obviously, it's absolutely bullshit because a lot of trans people are depressed because of gender dysphoria but it is what it is. Most trans people advise their peers not to disclose their other diagnosis when undergoing this evaluation.

This part is often the most hard and stressful. If you have your diagnosis, the rest is usually easier. Well, mostly.

#2. Endocrinologist, HRT, and the certificate of transing your gender enough

The author after 2 years on HRT.

Once you have your F64.0, you go to an endocrinologist. For HRT, private ones are okay. They make you do a lot of bloodwork and then prescribe HRT.

Most of the time, trans people go to the doctors that other trans people recommend. There's an understanding that there's a high chance a random state doctor won't be educated enough in trans healthcare. Because of this, I haven't heard of cases of mistreatment or refusal to work with a trans patient.

When you're on HRT for some time, you get a medical document from your endo that you've been on hormones for long enough and your secondary sex characteristics are now aligned with your desired gender.

#3. “Sex correction” certificate from a family doctor

With the document from the endo, you go to your family doctor (a GP). They get you a medical document that states you have "corrected your sex". Except for the family doctor, it should have the signature of one other doctor and the head doctor of their hospital.

Most of the time it's just a formality. Legally, family doctors can't not do it. So, if they are refusing to help you, you can file a complaint and pressure them legally.

In my case, I signed a contract with a family doctor who's explicitly queer-friendly and has already helped quite a lot of trans people. I needed to go to her hospital (in Lviv) to be physically present, but everything went quickly. There were no additional examinations or assessments, no questions asked, we just needed to sit in a queue for a bit and the head doctor signed my documents.

#4. Birth certificate change

To change your gender marker, you first go to a civil registration office, and with the documents from the psychiatrist and the family doctor, you file a request to make changes to your birth certificate.

There are cases when the officials try to refuse to do so, quite often out of ignorance. The officials are not legally allowed to refuse to file a gender marker change request if your documents are in order. So, once again, you can file a complaint and pressure them into registering your request.

There are also cases, however, when the document from the family doctor is not done 100% right according to the regulations (most of the time because the doctor didn't know how to do it right, not out of maliciousness), and the officials refuse you because of it. In this case, they are legally right, so most of the time you have to ask the doctor to reissue the certificate.

Because of the war, you can go to any registration office in Ukraine, and they request the info from the registration office where your birth certificate was issued. The downside is, they legally have 3 months to do so.

Side note: I'm at this point now. The registration office made a request to the hospital that issued me the "sex correction" certificate to confirm it, and they haven't gotten a response yet although it's been more than 2 months. This request is not necessary but also not illegal. If my birth certificate is not ready in 3 weeks, I'm likely going to contact the paralegals from a queer NGO and file a complaint.

#5. Changing the national ID and other documents

The sign reads “to the European country – progressive laws.” Photo source.

With your new birth certificate, you go to a center for providing administrative services (just as well, during the war any is okay, not just in the neighborhood you're registered in) to change your national ID. I was shocked to learn that in some countries, including the UK, national IDs are not mandatory. In Ukraine, they are, and they are a primary document you use for identification. Basically, no one ever sees your birth certificate. It takes about 2 weeks. Then you can change the rest of the documents: passport, driver's license, tax documents, educational documents (if you want to), and so on.

#6. Registering with the military office

Regardless of the "direction" of your transition, after changing your ID, you're supposed to go to the Territorial Center of Recruitment and Social Support (TCRSS) – the local military registration organ. That’s where things get tricky once again.

For context: all people with a “Male” gender marker are registered with a TCRSS when they are teenagers. People with “Female” markers are not. They are only registered if they become bound for military service for other reasons (for example, doctors.)

Under the military time law, all people who have an "M" marker have to be assigned to a TCRSS, and have their personal information updated in person or in a special app ("Reserve+"), and go through a medical board’s assessment in a TCRSS. The whole process is quite complicated even for cis men as on the one hand it is highly bureaucratized. There are literally cases when a trans man who had his uterus removed had to go through and have the certificate to confirm it still has to go through an assessment by a state gynecologist to prove he hasn't somehow grown his uterus back in the meantime. And on the other hand, there’s a lot of gray legal areas where decisions depend on the individual official’s assessment.

The main decision dependent on the human factor is: whether a person is considered fit for military service (then they get mobilized effectively immediately), "unfit for military service," or "fit in a limited capacity.” Before the full-scale invasion, “limitedly fit” was equal to "unfit." Now it usually means you either have a temporary delay of mobilization and you have to show up every 6 months to prolong it, or you're mobilized and get assigned to a second-line position pushing the documents instead of being on the front lines.

Most psychiatric diagnosis, including F64.0, is a reason to consider a person either "unfit for military service" or "fit in a limited capacity." So, what does it mean for trans people?

Transfems who changed their gender marker to an "F" have to show up to a TCRSS and get themselves excluded from the military register because now they’re not bound for military service.

Transmasc people with an “M” marker, as it follows logically, have to show up to get registered. They go through a military medical board like cis men.

Most of the time, transmascs are considered permanently "unfit for military service." However, this decision is up to the TCRSS’s head officer.

Communication with the TCRSS is honestly a huge issue trans activists are working on. People transitioning in both directions often face a lot of misunderstanding and outright hostility from the military medical board and officers.

Most trans women want to get excluded from military service and face discriminatory attitudes basically because the state doesn't want to exclude them, and a lot of officials think they are just transitioning to avoid military service. So they can face a lot of hate and contempt.

A lot of trans men on the other hand may be willing to serve in the military but can't do so because of the psychiatric diagnosis. There’s a conundrum because often trans men willing to serve don’t get to, and those unwilling to serve get told “well, you’re a man now so fuck off to the front lines because you’re disposable.”

As I’ve already mentioned, it all comes down to the human factor, and unfortunately in a lot of cases, people working in TCRSS are uneducated and bigoted. And because there are no specific legislations regulating the relationships between trans people and the military, the officials get to exercise their bigotry.

Crossing the border

Besides not getting mobilized while walking down the street, getting your documents right with the TCRSS is important because it defines whether or not you can leave the country.

Transfem people with an "F" gender marker who get the documents done and are excluded from military service can travel outside Ukraine. There are unfortunately quite a lot of cases of trans women having trouble crossing the border if their documents are not crystal right. Recently there was a case of a trans woman who wasn't allowed to cross the border: despite having an "F" in her passport, she skipped the TCRSS step, so officially she still was bound for military service. Unfortunately, the border guards were legally right.

Quite often the border guards are putting under a lot of scrutiny even those trans people who are legally allowed to cross the border (transfems and transmasc with an “F” marker.) That's also an issue activists work hard on.

#7. Gender-affirming surgeries in Ukraine

The author’s art. On Instagram

People are allowed to get gender-affirming surgeries and are not required to get any to change their gender marker.

The context you need to have about Ukrainian medicine: we have free state medicine; insurances exist (but they are not really widespread. Some companies, especially in IT, pay for them, but according to 2019 data only about 9% of the people have them); and there are also lots and lots of private clinics. Those are often quite costly. But they are also well-staffed and well-equipped, and in most cases, you can get an appointment with a doctor for the next day or within a week.

So, gender-affirming surgeries are available, but almost exceptionally at private clinics. This means people have to save up quite a lot and often travel to Kyiv or other large cities to get them. But there are no waitlists and patients can get good healthcare without facing any discrimination.

There are however cases of trans people getting free healthcare at a state clinic. Mostly that happens when the doctors are willing to help them out. In the documentation, they state a diagnosis that qualifies for free healthcare (any trans-related diagnoses are not.) For example, one trans man I know got free top surgery at an institute for cancer research, presumably because in the documents the doctors claimed he was at a high risk of breast cancer. Another trans man got a free hysterectomy at a state hospital. Although he was put in a women's wing he claimed he got treated well.

I got a mastectomy at a private clinic just over a month ago. For that, I had to provide the F64.0 diagnosis and the "sex correction" certificate from my family doctor. Another doctor I consulted with only does the surgery if you've already changed your ID.

The price both doctors asked was UAH75.000 (about USD 1850). (For reference: the median salary in Kyiv is UAH 25.000 (USD625) a month.) My surgeon claimed that in part the price is so high because she has to rent a surgical room only in private hospitals as the state ones don't want to deal with this kind of surgery.

From the initial consultation till the surgery, it took about 2 months and it was mostly because I was gathering the funds.

At a recent trans event for activists, I got the information that there's a group of doctors in Kharkiv that do bottom surgeries for both trans men and women and they are quite good at it. I haven't looked into it more properly yet but still – good for us.

TL;DR

Trans people do face discrimination. There are no opportunities for legal and medical transition for minors. And there are some legal gray areas, especially concerning military service, when the lack of explicit anti-discriminatory laws and proper regulations leads to bigotry from officials.

But the legislation around trans rights is improving, not getting worse, and there are procedures for legal and medical transition.

Social attitudes are also improving steadily – the acceptance of queer people in society grew almost twice since 2016, and more than half of Ukrainian society is neutral or positive towards the LGBT+ community.

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Helga Hairs in The New Hair System.

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7385 or 5488? Those were my old discord tags! (main account and a side account)

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up on tokio hill (msby bj)

masterlist, ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)

upon arriving in tokio hill, a misunderstanding occurs the moment you show up. your new housemates seem like a lot to deal with– and a lot more handsome than you expected. but things will work out, will it not?

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“I swear I’ll call security on ya if ya don’t leave right now!” The blonde man before you shook his phone in the air, ready to fulfil his threat. His orbs were flaming with the fury of a thousand suns and his face was pulled back to a snarl– he looked like he was ready to drop-kick you out of the house itself.

“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. I don’t even know what’s going on!” You held up your hands defensively and stood firmly (as much as you could without shaking).

The urge to take flight in the face of a livid, insanely handsome dude was so strong that you may just leave the country altogether. This was definitely not the way you imagined your first day at the share-house would go.

“Everyone calm down!” Another man begged. Behind the silver haired man is an oven with smoke leaking out of. His hands were held up as well, like the scene in Jurassic World and the raptors.

For the love of the gods, Uncle Tai, what have I gotten myself into…?

(A few hours ago…)

Tokio Hill was a quiet suburb in the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t exactly what it sounded when Uncle Tai had introduced it– you’d imagine it was a bumpy piece of land with tall grass and mice scurrying about. According to Google, it was home to plenty of rich folks, celebrities and some of Japan’s biggest sensations. It used to be a paparazzi hotspot until the local authorities decided to protect the inhabitants by conducting regular security checks. There were even a couple of police outposts in the area.

It was a wonder how a normal person could afford living in such a high end place. If it weren’t for your ‘niece discount’, you would never have moved into the area. Uncle Tai barely told you about the other tenants, but they must have been loaded. With that said…

“How on earth did Uncle Tai bag this place?” You wondered aloud as you stood outside a gated property, a pet carrier in one hand and a luggage bag in another.

This house was unlike the (extravagant) others down the road. An off white coat of paint with a deep, navy blue roof. It had a number of floors, you guessed three altogether. The fence had barely any gaps between them, preventing you from peeking through. It did a splendid job obscuring the ground floor from public view, but the other floors were visible.

A meow came from the carrier. You peered inside; a stubby Sphynx sat comfortably inside, whiskers twitching curiously. You slipped your fingers through the gaps to rub its hairless head.

“Oh Meru, I guess our new life starts today,” you whispered. Its bright blue eyes twinkled with (what you assumed was) curiosity. Your pet mewed back as you returned your focus to the house.

It all starts here. A fresh start. You inhaled deeply then exhaled. It’ll work out– it has to.

You approached a smaller gate that was off to the side of the entrance. A silver intercom was built into the gate. You pressed the biggest button, probably the doorbell. It didn’t take long before you got a response.

Static buzzed from the intercom. A man’s voice crackled, “...Ello? Hey, hello?”

You straightened up, “Hi! I’m new here. Today’s my first day, and–“

“Oh, I know you! Yeah, come on in,” The man interrupted. The crackling stopped and you the gate clunked. Gingerly, you pushed it open and entered the estate.

The front yard was huge, accommodating two shiny cars and a front yard. Concrete seemed to extend around the area, tall enough that you doubted you’d be able to see the other side without a ladder. Lining the walls were hedges; green and freshly trimmed. Off to a corner was a grassy area with an outdoor swing and bird fountain. A fish carved from stone spewed a steady stream of water into the pool.

Your eyes wandered around as you moved towards the main door. Footsteps thudded inside the house before the door swung open. A giant loomed over you and Meru. Your pet cat and you simultaneously tilted your heads up to look at him– a man with silver hair, peppered with grey tips. He was all smiles in a frilly apron.

This guy must be almost two metres tall! Both your cat and you stared in awe. You stared holes at the super girly apron. A magical girl was printed on the front. M-Moe gap…

“I was expecting you! Come on in,” he patted his hands on the apron, “I’m in the middle of something, so you can just do the second floor first.”

“Okay. Wait, what-?”

An alarm sounded inside the house. The man whipped his head towards the source before turning back to you. “Uh oh, we gotta hurry! Come on in already,” Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.

You clambered in, luggage and all, and Meru screeched from its rocking carrier. Full of apologies, you tried to console your pet whilst he shut the door. He noticed Meru, who stood on its haunches at the salt and pepper haired man.

“You can leave your things here first,” He gestured where you stood. When you set Meru on top of the shoe cabinet at the entrance, he reached out to you. His larger hand enveloped your wrist effortlessly and he began pulling you along. His hold was gentle enough so as to not bruise, but secure enough to make sure you couldn’t run. The unwarranted warmth on your wrist gave you goosebumps.

What on earth was going on? This was some sort of misunderstanding, right? Before you could process that thought, he stopped at the end of the hallway, where a closet awaited. He rummaged through it and produced a few items.

“Here’s what you’ll need. This, this– oh, this too…” Without looking, he handed you cleaning tools: bleach, sprays, gloves and more.

As he progressively piled more into your arms, the alarm continued beeping in the background. You practically cradled the load, “Umm, mister, I don’t think I’m who you think I am. I’m actually-”

The man ran off to the kitchen, where a cloud of grey began seeping from an oven. He screeched incoherently and began fussing over whatever it was inside. As he began murmuring to himself, you sighed. There was no way of getting through to him. At least, not now.

You took in the living room slowly. In the corner of the house was a flight of stairs. The rest of the place was split into three areas: the lounge, dining area and kitchen. The lounge was furnished with a massive flat screen television and a long couch. In-between was a paper strewn coffee table and magazines haphazardly stacked. Meanwhile, the kitchen was occupied by none other than the silver haired man, who stood by marble countertops. There was an island table as well, though it seemed counterintuitive when there was a dining table present.

The layout of the place was exactly like the photos Uncle Tai had sent you. And the place was big. As expected of a private estate in a posh area. Again, how did your good for nothing uncle score this place…?

You looked at your cleaning supplies. He said just the second floor, right? Maybe he’d listen to you afterwards. You waved goodbye to Meru and began your way up the flight of stairs, tools in hand.

When you reached the second floor, you peered around the corners to view the hallway. There were three rooms available, two on either side. One of the doors had a little sign that read ‘bath and laundry’. You peeked inside: there was a common area with a sink and mirror that stretched across one wall. Laundry machines and baskets were on the other end, with one of the baskets piled up with off-white sheets. You walked deeper in and into the connected shower room, which had a huge bathtub. On the shelves built into the walls were a mess of different bottles of miscellaneous hygiene items.

There was a lot to be done, you realised as you walked out of the shower room. You approached the laundry and realised there were jars of different powders on the shelves hanging above the laundry machines. There was even a note, a handwritten one with a few annotations. You scrutinised it with a squint.

“For every extra bedsheet, use a third of a cup of detergent. Only use this brand of fabric softener for the sheets. I will come after you if they are not properly washed,” You read aloud. A giggle escaped you, “What the heck? They sound like a troublesome person.”

You eyed the baskets– you could start with this one. The instructions written by the troublesome person could guide you for your first task. The counters and shelves could do some wiping and reorganising as well.

“Guess I better get started,” You left to return downstairs, “I better set these things down first before I drop them.”

While you laid out your cleaning appliances, a man entered the laundry-cum-wash room. The man pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his blonde hair. It fell to the floor, along with the sweatpants he had shimmied out of. He swooped up his clothes and hung them over one of the baskets. Quietly, he closed the bathroom door behind him, forgoing the decision to lock it. After a shower, he stepped into the bathtub for a soak. With a long arm draped over one side, he closed his eyes and began dozing off. Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the door, you had begun to do the laundry.

　The tumbling of laundry filled the room. You watched the sheets toss and turn inside the machines as you squatted, hands on your knees. Thanks to the meticulously written notes, it was easy to figure out the buttons and amount of detergent to use. While they were washing, you wiped down the counters and surfaces. Your cleaning rags were coiled up in the bottom of the pail beside you.

While cleaning, you came to the conclusion that the guy in the kitchen had mistaken you for a cleaner. Uncle Tai must have told the tenants that you’d be here, right? There’s no way that bozo would forget to inform them… right?

“Knowing him, maybe it’s not out of the picture,” you sighed and rested your face in your hands.

You heard footsteps from the hallway and your face lit up. Was he finally free to speak? You turned expectantly but came face to face with another stranger. A half-naked man wrapped in a towel around his torso stood at the doorway of the shower. His hands tried to hide his exposed chest and his face was…

Oh– This isn’t good.

He let out an ear-piercing scream.

. . .

Oh right, so that’s what had led up to this situation.

You blinked at the blonde who droned on about the cops and trespassing. This guy was a broken record, nothing was going through him. His shoulders heaved up and down aggressively. Was it from anxiety or anger? It was hard to tell.

“Tsum-tsum, you gotta chill out! It’s the new maid Taichii hired, remember? He told us about it last week!” the silver haired man clarified. He still adorned the frilly apron with the magical girl.

“The new maid’s only supposed to be here when we ain’t around, ya moron!” The blonde man said, eyes wide. “I can’t believe ya let a stalker into the house, Bo-kun! Besides, it looks like she’s moving in, not cleaning for the day!”

He jabbed a finger in the direction of your luggage. Meru, who had been anxious throughout, flinched. It hissed in the direction of a frowning ‘Tsum-Tsum’.

You blocked his line of sight to Meru, “Woah there, you’ve really got the wrong idea. I’m not your stalker because firstly, I swear to the gods that I don’t even know who you are. And secondly, I’m your new housemate– I have the contract and texts to prove it!”

The blonde raised his brows before returning to his scowl. He seemed to ponder it over.

“Huh? So you aren’t our new housemaid?” The man named ‘Bo-kun’ blinked incessantly.

“Or a stalker?” The blonde folded his arms crossly.

Before you could retort, the main door clicked open.

“I’m home!” You heard a voice call out. Footsteps thumped in the hallway before another man appeared in the scene. This person carried a bag of groceries in one hand, and a cap in another. His bright ginger hair contrasted against the cream walls of the living room.

“I saw another pair of shoes at the entrance. Is (l/n)-san finally-“ He made eye contact with you and the others, “–What’s going on?”

“Hinata! Help–” Apron guy cried as the ginger hurried over. “Tsum-tsum thinks our new maid is a stalker-!”

“For the love of– How many times must I tell you guys that I’m neither!” You threw up your hands in desperation.

The ginger blinked once at you before looking at the others, “Did you guys forget? Taichii-san’s niece is joining us here starting today. Isn’t this (l/n)-san?”

The three men turned their heads to you. A long sigh escaped you. It seemed like they would finally listen. Thank the gods for this man named Hinata.

　Meru roamed freely in the living room, sniffing the kitchen counters. It approached the oven, which was half-open. A tray of burnt cookies sat inside, and your cat ran off after a tentative sniff. Meanwhile, you stared at the men sitting across from you. They had introduced themselves briefly, and the three men across from you were known as Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto.

Uncle Tai forgot to mention that I’ll be living with a bunch of dudes, you side-eyed your sphynx. As if it could hear your thoughts, the hairless cat mewed back.

“I’m so sorry, (l/n)-san,” Bokuto blushed. He sat across you at the dinner table, his forehead practically squished against the surface as he bowed apologetically. His form was shrunken with embarrassment, his broad shoulders drawn in.

Atsumu sipped on his mug of coffee. He appeared indignant over the situation, as much as someone could be after accusing an innocent person of a crime. He would send not so inconspicuous gazes your way too. As you stared pointedly, your eyes met and he averted his gaze. An irk mark formed on your head.

This guy hates to swallow his pride, huh? What an asshole.

Whilst sparks flew between the two of you, Hinata scratched his cheek. He sat in between the others awkwardly. “This vibe makes me feel like I should apologise too…”

“It’s been a while since I heard of the news and I… completely forgot… and mixed up the housecleaning visit with your moving in. I’m terribly sorry for making you clean the place up–!” Bokuto added, still grovelling.

You held up your mug of coffee, “It’s fine now, Bokuto-san. And please, there’s no need for you to do this. It’s okay.”

He lifted his head cautiously and you reassured him with a nod. You took a tentative sip.

“How can we make it up to you?” Hinata spoke up, to which you rubbed your chin.

Meru mewed at the foot of the table. You lit up and turned to the trio, “Oh, I know. How about you show me around the house?”

It didn’t take much convincing for a house tour. Although, a certain blonde had slipped away during the tour, refusing to entertain your questions. The remaining duo properly showed you around the house, including the backyard. They shared that sometimes, they would have barbecues with friends, though rarely. You learned that Atsumu and Bokuto stayed on the second floor, which probably explained how the former had entered the bathroom without you knowing, due to it being right across his room. Meanwhile, Hinata, another tenant and you stayed on the third floor. As for the toilets…

When you enquired about it, the guys exchanged a look before Hinata sheepishly said, “Taichii-san had specifically requested that you use the third floor’s bathroom only… Um, he mentioned that it wouldn’t be right for a lady to share a bathroom with men she had no familial relation with.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m being a bother,” Your eyes widened.

“It’s totes fine. We’re not at home much... Besides, we only have toilet fights when Tsum-tsum’s in the kitchen. Which is rare-” Bokuto rambled before Hinata slapped a hand over his mouth. The man with salt and pepper hair blinked in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it!” The ginger grinned. You raised a brow. That wasn’t reassuring one bit.

They led you to your room and the duo retreated downstairs. You watched them leave with Meru in your arms. You stood outside a room, the only one with a sign hanging on the door. It was your name arranged in hiragana with wooden blocks. A flower was even glued to the end.

Does Uncle Tai think I’m still in preschool? You tried to take it down only to realise it was superglued to the door. An irk mark formed on your head. A certain bozo was about to hear it from me later on the phone…

You closed the door behind you and set Meru down. Its tail trembled curiously as it inspected the floor. Gazing around the room, you noted the stacks of cardboard boxes in a corner. Huh, Uncle Tai really wasn’t lying when he said this place was bigger. You sat down on the bed. The naked mattress was soft yet firm, awaiting to be clothed in sheets. The evaporated stains of cleaning liquid on surfaces notified you of its recent cleaning. And much to your pleasure, the room was modestly furnished the way you had requested it to be. Just a table, wardrobe and cabinet.

Suddenly, you were reminded of your luggage at the door. You had forgotten about it during the chaos. It was the least of your worries when you were dealing with the probability of being arrested. You opened your door and peeked out of the room. Unexpectedly, your luggage bag was waiting outside. You glanced around the hall and at the stairs.

Someone has helped you out! You watched for any movement at the stairs but neither saw nor heard anything. With gratitude, you muttered thanks and wheeled it in.

You spent the rest of your time unboxing and decorating your room. Meru helped by laying on the bed and its new sheets. It dozed off in the warmth that filtered through your windows. You made quick work of unpacking clothes and arranging your decorations and merchandise. As you finished setting up your monitors, you pondered over the earlier argument.

Why did the blonde guy react so explosively earlier? Was he a celebrity of sorts? You were certain that you were up to date with pop culture, but neither his face nor name rang a bell. Though you wouldn’t doubt if he wasn’t famous. He was as prickly as a sea-urchin but undeniably a handsome man. You rummaged through your pop culture schemas but produced nothing.

A thump outside your room broke your train of thought. You peeked past your door to investigate and found yet another giant in the hallway. What did the tenants of this house eat…? This man was dressed in a stylish turtleneck and coat, and he stood across you, fiddling with the keys to his room.

Suddenly, Meru mewed. The man in the coat spun around, keys in hand. Your cat yawned and nuzzled the bed. You met his obsidian eyes nervously.

“Umm, hello…” You started. He stared back.

Despite wearing a mask, he was also quite the looker. Why was this house full of good looking dudes? Was he a celebrity of sorts too? The man had a mop of curly dark hair atop his head and two moles above an eyebrow. Wait, two moles? Your eyes widened in recognition, “Sakusa Kiyoomi!?””

Sakusa knitted his brows together. His mask twitched as he spoke, “Do I know you?”

“Are you for real? We attended class together in highschool . Remember, with your cousin Komori-kun. I was with you for all three years!” You gestured at yourself. He stared hard, as if considering what you had just said.

Heavy footsteps filled the stairway and Bokuto reappeared, “Oh! I see you guys have met already. That’s awesome,” He grinned and gestured over his shoulder, “C’mon, we’re heading out for dinner!”

“Huh? But I just got back,” Sakusa rubbed his temples with a sigh.

Bokuto simply placed his hands on his hips, “It won’t be good if you miss out, Yoomi! Besides, we’re having a welcome party!”

　By the time you set foot, it was already evening. The restaurant they intended to visit was within walking distance, on the outskirts of the city that edged towards the suburbs. Rows of shops were situated on one side of a river, where cherry trees lined along. With spring fleeing from Japan’s grasp, the trees had already lost most of their blossoms. That didn’t stop you from catching a lone fluttering blossom as you stood outside a restaurant. Warm light filtered through the paper screen doors as the sign above read Onigiri Miya.

The guys opened the doors and a windchime rang in the doorway. You peeked past their broad shoulders to take in the place. The interior was a modest mixture of Japanese and modern design, with cream walls and wooden floorboards. Customers dined at the counter that looped around the kitchen or on the floors, at the low tables. The clamour of conversation and oil crackling was almost homely, like the izakayas in back home. As your eyes scanned the place, a waiter with freckles practically bounded towards your group.

“It’s been a while since I last saw you guys!” The boy said. He must have been in high school with his doe-like gaze.

“Sup,” Atsumu grinned. He was surprisingly cheery despite the earlier situation, “Is Samu here?”

“He left earlier for a catering event. The boss has been busy lately!” He noticed you and quickly added, “Oh, who’s this?”

“She’s our new housemate. Taichii’s niece,” Hinata added, gesturing at you with a smile. You nodded shyly and the waiter beamed.

“Arighty! My name is Yuuma and I’ll be your waiter for the day!” He swooped up a few menus and gestured, “Please follow me!”

Yuuma led everyone to the back of the restaurant. This area was partitioned off with screen doors, and it was far quieter here. These rooms must be reserved for special customers. You entered the room last and everyone took their seats, leaving the only open spot next to Atsumu. It wasn’t your intention to sit beside him, so you made it clear by respectfully scooting an inch away from him. After inspecting the menu, and with thoughtful insight from the guys, you decided on a warm bowl of curry udon, with a side of a speciality onigiri.

An awkward silence fell in the room the moment Yuuma left to place the orders. You half-heartedly scratched the fabric of your clothes when Hinata spoke up.

“We haven’t had a proper opportunity to introduce ourselves, so let me start,” the ginger smiled. His amber eyes held a homely warmth that could melt the barriers of anybody’s heart. He gestured at himself, “I’m Hinata Shouyou. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“I’m (l/n) (y/n). The pleasure is mine,” You bowed your head. Mirroring Hinata’s smile, you added, “Uncle Tai and I share the same family name, so feel free to call me (y/n), if you’d like.”

“Can I call you (y/n)-chan? That’s such a pretty name!” Bokuto straightened up and thumbed at his chest, “Ah– And I’m Koutarou Bokuto! It’s real nice to meet ‘cha!”

Bokuto’s gaze arrowed at the blonde beside you. The former seemed to be staring expectantly for him to introduce himself. Maybe because of the awkward incident from earlier. Ah… this awkward introduction gave the vibe of adolescents during a mixer, or something.

“Miya Atsumu,” the blonde practically exhaled. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. He thumped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on it, “Nice to meet ‘cha, I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s nice to meet you, Miya-san,” Your smile wavered. Even if he mistook you for a stalker.

“Atsumu will do just fine.”

A half hearted sigh escaped you internally. Then there was Sakusa, who seemed disinterested in the conversation from the start. He had his gaze fixated on the wall behind you this whole time. Your eyes met for a brief second.

He spoke up softly, “Sakusa Kiyoomi. But you seem to already know that.”

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me. I was the class president in all our years in high school,” You leaned forward a little. Would that be enough to jog his memory?

Sakusa looked up at the ceiling, seemingly disinterested. You sighed with a dejected smile. Figures. It had been a number of years after graduation. So this reaction wasn’t much of a surprise. Your shoulders drooped in defeat.

“Sooo… does that mean you attended Itachiyama Institute?” Hinata spoke up. “What was Sakusa-san like?”

“I’ve attended since middle school all the way to high school. I may be wrong, but Sakusa-san transferred at the start of his first year of high school,” You lit up. Grinning, you cheekily added, “Girls were all over him for the next three years. It was never a boring day.”

“It was annoying,” Sakusa admitted. His focus remained on anything but you, but he indulged in a half-smile. “The only good memories I had were on the court.”

“Somebody’s shy,” the blonde beside you sniggered, “I’m surprised he had chicks when he’s this much of an asshole– Ow!”

Something thumped under the table. You could only assume Sakusa had kicked Atsumu under. A nervous smile creeped up on your face. Beneath his mask of calm he must have been riled up a little by that comment. Who knew he’d grown to be so petty.

Meanwhile, Atsumu grinded his teeth, “Fall over and shrivel up!”

The waiter returned with trays in hand. In a sing-song voice, he said, “Atsumu-san, please keep it down.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes and pouted. What was he, five? While Atsumu hyper-fixated on a dent in the floor, Bokuto helped Yuuma place the dishes on the table while Hinata began distributing cutlery. You took a pair of chopsticks and pulled your meal closer to you. The five of you shared a quiet meal, as much as one could when a blonde was seething beside you.

After some time had passed, you asked, “So are you all from the Kansai region? Except for Atsumu-san, the rest of you don’t sound like it.”

“Yoomi and I are from the capital, but Hinata’s from Miyagi.” Bokuto responded with a mouth full of ebifry. He took a swig of beer before exclaiming, “Woo! This stuff is great!”

Sakusa leaned away from Bokuto, a disgusted expression on his features. He shifted his meal away from the guy, who dropped a shrimp tail from his mouth. Meanwhile, Atsumu nagged at the guy to eat less sloppily.

Hinata chuckled before turning to you, “Yup, I’m from the more rural side of the prefecture. What about (l/n)-san?”

“I also lived in the countryside up until grade school. That’s when I moved to Tokyo,” you took a bite of a potato. It was soft and tender, like the rest of the veggies in the curry.

“I totally get it,” Hinata grinned. I can imagine it was a big change!”

“And now you moved from Tokyo to Osaka.” Bokuto prodded with half another ebifry sticking out from his lips. “Why’s that?”

You stopped mid bite. You raised your head to meet Bokuto’s eyes. The others were preoccupied with their food, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t listening. Like wisps of steam on a hot day, your appetite dissolved. Suddenly your curry udon and speciality onigiri didn’t smell so appetising anymore. With a far off look in your eyes, you managed a timid smile.

“I… guess I needed a change of pace.”

. . .

“And then she said to me… ‘Who do you think you are, asshole?!... And- Oh, I don’t feel sho gud…’” Gurgled Bokuto, who remained limp in Hinata and Sakusa’s grasps. They were practically dragging him at this rate, with how in and out of consciousness he was.

“He’s a goner,” Sakusa announced. He jabbed a finger into Bokuto’s face before clicking his tongue, “I even told him to hold back a little.”

Hinata chuckled. The tips of his ears were dusted pink but not as saturated as Bokuto’s. “He’s the life of a party. You’d know by now that Bokuto-san can’t stop once he starts.”

“I’m well aware of my teammate’s awful drinking habits, but we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. He’s going to whine about his hangover during practice…” Sakusa trailed off.

Night had long fallen upon Osaka, and the way back was arduous with a passed out drunk in your party. You laughed light heartedly as the trio in front of you stumbled over a pebble. A flurry of insults at the unconscious man in the group spewed from Sakusa. Poor Hinata tried to defuse the situation on behalf of a man who was too drunk to care. Frankly, it was hilarious.

“What’s so funny?” Atsumu mumbled beside you. He was also tipsy, but not as bad as Bokuto. The two of you trailed behind the others.

Your smile fell, “Umm, it’s nothing.” You didn’t want him to misunderstand, so you quickly added, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I’m really happy.”

He hummed, seemingly in thought. A few moments of silence passed, and just when you figured that was the end, he muttered.

“Hey, about earlier.”

“Earlier…?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” the blonde said quickly, jamming his fists into the pocket of his hoodie. The warm light emanating from the street lamps cast a gentle glow on the contours of his handsome face. His brows furrowed, “I’ll be honest with ya, I jumped to conclusions and said some pretty awful things, my bad.”

He must not have been used to this– he was chewing on his bottom lip. It looked like it took everything in him to apologise, if you could consider this an apology.

The corners of your lips tilted up, “It’s okay. I would’ve been pretty spooked if some stranger appeared in my bathroom too. I may have done the same.”

“Oh, I mean. It’s not like ya did something wrong. Something like this happened before… sorta.”

This had happened before? Your surprised gaze was missed by Atsumu, who fixated on the path ahead. His eyes were downcast, and you frowned. With a face like his, it wouldn’t be out of the question to have obsessive fans. But stalkers were a different thing, no?

“I think I misjudged you,” you commented. “You seem like an okay guy, Atsumu-san.”

He gave you the side eye, “Hey, just because I apologised doesn’t mean you can make fun of me.”

“You call that an apology?” You chuckled when Hinata called out suddenly.

“(l/n)-san, Atsumu-san! Can you help buy us some painkillers? We ran out and need some for Bokuto-san tomorrow!” He gestured at the FamilyMart nearby.

Atsumu groaned. He flashed an okay-sign to the guys before looking at you. “Boy, yer going to witness an ugly sight tomorrow. We’re going to buy five different types of painkillers only for Bokuto to refuse to eat any.”

He entered the store first. Staring at his back, you looked behind your shoulder at Hinata, Sakura and Bokuto. They were fussing over the guy in the middle whose eyes were barely open.

A smile crept up your face. Who knows? Maybe living with these guys is going to be alright.

“(y/n)-san,” Atsumu called. He stood at the doorway, arms crossed.

“Be there in a second!” You hurried over, shoes clacking on the pavement.

With the trio waiting outside, Atsumu and you searched the aisles for medicine. You took a handful which Atsumu dumped into a basket. As the two of you waited in line, your phone– which you had left behind on your desk– buzzed with notifications.

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