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amjustagirl · 4 years ago

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi's heart has always pointed north. He wonders if it's broken when it starts to point inexorably towards her.

Set in the aftermath of The Astrophile, in the same universe as Storm Chaser.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi / f! reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, romance

Wordcount: 7.8k

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A/N: Dedicated first and foremost to Ami @softsakusa, one of the first people to convince that my writing isn’t shit and that I should keep creating fics.

This fic is also for all the readers who wanted a happy ending for the reader in The Astrophile (which sets out the backstory of the reader, Iwaizumi and Oikawa), and also follows the events of Storm Chaser (which follows the turbulent relationship of Miya Atsumu and now wife - I named her Kaiyo in this fic to avoid confusion!).

Hope you like it - reblogs and comments are always dearly appreciated <3

It must be the worst meet cute of all time.

That is – if he’s using that phrase correctly. It keeps appearing in the god-awful English movies Bokuto and Miya keep playing during team movie nights that makes him want to tear his hair out.

But yes, he meets her at Miya Shino’s seventh birthday party, the birthday girl the apple of Miya Atsumu’s eye, the princess of his castle, the most perfect angel in the entire heavens - the list of pet names growing longer and longer the more the obnoxious setter prattles on about his daughter.

And apparently Miya Shino is a chip off the old block, and is as obsessed with volleyball as her father. Which means that he, one Sakusa Kiyoomi, is forced to turn up on a Saturday afternoon for a birthday party to teach a group of children roughly about the same height as his kneecaps how to play volleyball.

There are plenty of other MSBY players that Miya Atsumu could have rounded up to fritter away a Saturday afternoon. Hinata, for instance - the sunny, fiery headed opposite hitter a perennial favourite with young fans. Or Inunaki - the liberio has an amiable personality that he certainly wouldn’t mind snot nosed children hanging off his arms like a walking, talking monkey bar. But no, Hinata is apparently busy on a weekend meditation retreat, and Inunaki is at his sister’s wedding party, so both of them managed to escape this travesty of a birthday party.

That leaves him with Bokuto who’s practically a child himself, beaming, bumping balls at screaming children with one hand, the other hand lifting another child above his head. Meian’s here too but his own kid is somewhere in this gaggle of monsters anyway, so he’s here to carry out his parental duties – hopefully his presence might balance the sheer chaos he’s sure he’s about to face.

‘Omi-omi you made it!’ Atsumu greets him with a slap to the back.

Sakusa resists the urge to bare his teeth. Is this what hell is? Screeching gremlins underfoot, the nauseating smell of fried food permeating the air.

And it’s probably because he’s still in a horrified daze at the situation he’s put himself in (which Atsumu is either too dense to pick up on or already immune due to the series of similar expressions he pulls at him on a daily basis), Atsumu manages to snap a party hat on his head, before he prances off in victory.

Sakusa snarls, ripping off the red paper hat off his head.

Why on earth did he agree to this again?

‘Sakusa-san! Thank you so much for coming!’

His glare softens by a fraction.

Miya Kaiyo, Atsumu’s long suffering wife approaches him, careful not to touch him, waving at him instead. He appreciates her thoughtfulness, so he thaws a little, giving her a slight nod in greeting.

Right, she’s the reason why he’s here.

He’s always been fond of her - competent, patient, intelligent, far too good for her idiot of a husband. Approximately a year ago, he sought her professional help with his accounts. He graduated with a business degree from Chuo University, so he can tell there is obviously something fishy that his manager is pulling with his finances, but the accounting courses he took weren’t in depth to pinpoint the problem. Miya Kaiyo, on the other hand, a trained forensic accountant with a nose like a bloodhound for fraudulent accounts, nailed down the problem within a week. So when she asked him after a game whether he’d be free to attend her daughter's birthday party, he hadn’t been able to turn her down.

‘It was no problem’, he says stiffly, already itching to spray the whole place down with disinfectant. ‘I’m glad to be here.’

Kaiyo laughs at his obvious lie, tugging at his sleeve to seat him in a corner. ‘You don’t have to go play with the kids if you didn’t want to! I invited you so we could catch up, and besides, I did want to introduce you to someone.’

‘Hm.’

He doesn’t try to mask his reluctance this time. Kaiyo means well, he knows, but between her and his mother, he’s tired of having to fend off match making attempts. It’s not like he can’t get a date – he can and he has, it’s just difficult to find someone willing to put up with his prickly personality and busy schedule.

‘Well she’s not here yet, so you’ll have to wait. And while we’re waiting, tell me how’ve things been, Sakusa-san?’

Grateful that he’s not going to be forced into shepherding children into playing anything remotely resembling an actual volleyball match (he suspects he might have more luck teaching cats how to do the conga), he settles into his seat, mouth stretching into something resembling a smile. He lets her chatter about work, and they’re deep in a discussion about his plans post-volleyball (because he can feel the countdown on his career in his creaking bones, his aching sinews) when Atsumu swoops in on him again, like a vulture seeking easy prey.

‘What’cha doin’ with my wife, Omi-omi’, he slips a hand around Kaiyo’s waist mock possessively.

She swats at him. He ducks, raising his hands in surrender.

‘I enjoy talking to an actual adult sometimes, ‘Tsumu!’

‘Oh come on, I already have to share you with ‘Samu most of the time, now you’re leaving me for Omi-kun?!’

‘Dramatic ass.’

‘Please, you chose to marry me.’ He crows, flipping his hair. He looks ridiculous, he always does. Kaiyo seems to agree -

‘And I wonder why sometimes.’ She retorts, Atsumu squawking indignantly at her response, hair ruffling like an offended chick. But Kaiyo ruins the effect of her words by laughing, leaning over to affectionately peck her husband on the cheek.

Sakusa should be annoyed by this display of childishness, but for some inexplicable reason, a frisson of longing bubbles in his chest instead. It’s strange. Marriage or even serious relationships have never been something he’s actively sought. After all, it always seemed horrendously illogical to put all your eggs in one basket and hope nothing trips up – but his heart pays his mind no mind, and the strange sensation continues to trickle down his throat into his chest.

He makes up an excuse to slip to the bathroom for a tactical retreat from this madness.

Then he takes a breath.

Rinse. Lather hands with soap. Rinse. Repeat again .

Familiar motions, bred out of a desire to do things right, transformed into an unbreakable habit. Cold water, washing away soap bubbles.

Right. Now he’s ready for another plunge off the deep end .

He’s a foot past the threshold of the community hall where the party is being held when Miya Shino darts towards him. She’s very clearly her father’s daughter with his penchant for mischief because she dives between his legs, making him stumble in confusion. Then Meian Shugo’s eldest son Makoto barrels towards him, intent on reaching the ball held aloft in Shino’s hands.

Athletic reflexes be damned in the face of a pair of hell-spawn.

‘Shino!’. Kaiyo shouts.

‘Makoto!’ Meian thunders.

Sakusa flails, decidedly without grace, and in his attempt at not squashing the two little devils, he manages to do something even worse .

Much, much worse.

He manages to trip over his feet and bump right into the woman Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to (this, he finds out later). It’s a lost cause – he’s six foot two of pure muscle, dwarfing her by a mile, and she’s carrying a huge box in her hand.

He ends up face planting directly into her chest.

His brain short circuits at the feeling of plush softness and vanilla and – ,

‘Woah - Omi-omi, never thought I’d have to defend the honour of my cousin in law’, Atsumu laughs.

The sudden flare of irritation at Atsumu’s words kickstarts his brain back into gear. Rearing back in alarm, he promptly topples over onto his butt.

‘Uncle ‘kusa, I’m sorry’ Shino screeches, distraught. Makoto merely snivels. Kaiyo is evidently the only one with working brain cells, because she rushes over to help them up.

The-woman-with-the-mysterious-box makes Kaiyo take the box first. It holds precious cargo - Shino’s birthday cake, he later finds out, but because she manages to cling on to it with admirable tenacity, it emerges more or less intact. Then she turns to him, still sprawled on the floor. He scoots away, still dazed.

She offers him a steady hand. ‘Hello’, she says. ‘It seems we’ve gotten off to rather a bad start.’

There is a hint of mirth in her voice, but her eyes are kind.

He takes her hand with a rare smile.

Miya Kaiyo grins behind the cake box. It turns out her daughter is a better matchmaker than either her or (heaven forbid) her husband.

It turns out that Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to her cousin, newly moved to Osaka from Tokyo. She’s a sports journalist, used to cover volleyball even, but for some reason their paths never crossed. She too, is tired of her cousin’s well intentioned meddling, but asks him if he’d like to meet her for dinner one day ‘if only to get Kaiyo off her back, because she’s persistent’, and funnily enough, he agrees.

He doesn’t mind making a new friend, he reasons. She seems decent enough.

They go out for dinner on a Tuesday night. She doesn’t complain when he tells her that due to his diet planned by MSBY’s nutritionist, most restaurants are off limits. Instead, she asks intelligent questions about whether the sources of protein and fibre he’s relying on are varied enough, even suggesting alternatives like tempeh, a Southeast Asian soy product.

He appreciates that.

She doesn’t also fawn over the fact that he’s a professional athlete. That makes sense, considering she’s probably interviewed dozens, if not hundreds of individuals who are just like him. It’s nice - he’s tired of groupies who start dates off by staring at him starry eyed, but ending it with disappointment in their eyes when they discover that he’s just a guy who practices hitting balls enough to do it for a living. And best of all, she doesn’t mind that their conversation sometimes wanes into silence. She doesn’t seem to feel the need to fill empty spaces with inane drivel, nor expect him to entertain her like a circus animal.

He likes that.

So when the night ends, he asks her whether she’d like to have dinner with him again. ‘Just as friends’, he’s quick to clarify.

‘Sure’, she nods, and they bid each other goodnight.

They start having dinner every Tuesday night, subject to their erratic schedules.

He enjoys her company. She’s thoughtful, bringing him home made baked goods like zucchini cake (low sugar, of course), sneaking him chocolate scones for his cheat days after she discovers his hidden sweet tooth. She’s considerate too, never blinking an eye at his compulsive need to make sure everything is just in order, even if the waitress stands behind them aghast when he insists on using disinfectant to wipe down their table. She doesn’t even call him paranoid when he passes her a bottle of sanitizer.

Slowly, he finds himself confiding in her about things he’d maybe only tell his cousin, Motoya. Or at least, the things he would tell Motoya if the guy would only pick up his calls.

‘Sorry’, Motoya texts back after a couple of missed calls. ‘ Practice has been brutal recently.

In a remarkable display of restraint, Sakusa does not point out that EJP Raijin is below MSBY in this season’s rankings.

So he tells her instead about how he’s contemplating retirement, how he’s trying to chart out his next steps career wise. She surprises him by listening to him gravely, pointing out that he can lean on his business degree to possibly land an office job in event management or with sports associations, putting him in touch with one overly excited Kuroo Tetsuro. He tucks her suggestions away carefully at the back of his mind.

It’s nice to have a friend, he tells himself, his lips quirking ever so slightly when her hand grazes his as they walk down the street together.

He invites her to the monthly gatherings that the MSBY players take turns to host for their family and friends, making the excuse that he needs a human shield in any event hosted by Miya Atsumu. She agrees easily, perking up at the chance to spend a Sunday afternoon with her cousin and niece - ‘ and Kaiyo’ll need help, especially since she’s pregnant’, bringing far too many cupcakes topped with the lightest, fluffiest cream cheese frosting he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. Even Miya Osamu gives her a nod of respect after stuffing his face full of her cupcakes. He, unlike his twin, has good taste.

Her brow furls into a concerned frown when he quietly sneaks himself a second cupcake. ‘You don’t have to force yourself to eat it just to be polite! I made it, so I know it has so much sugar and butter it would make your nutritionist weep. If you want, I snuck some zucchini cake in my handbag for you instead.’

He stubbornly shovels a large bite into his mouth. ‘I won’t tell if you don’t.’

She bursts into laughter, leaning forward to wipe away the smudge of frosting on the tip of his nose with her thumb.

Miya Kaiyo shoots him a knowing look across the room, waggling her eyebrows in an eerie imitation of her husband. He fights to keep his face blank, refusing to feed her satisfaction, but fails, a hot flush rising in his cheeks.

‘Traitor’ he mouths at her. Her smirk only deepens.

Fortunately, the gathering ends with no further mishaps, either to his physical well-being or his dignity. Makoto is packed off with Meian, the little boy whining for more time to play with Shino. Hinata and Bokuto prance off for some ridiculous buffet on the other side of town.

As for himself, he hangs back with her to help the Miyas put their house back in order, expelling an amused puff of a laugh from his nose when she forces the very pregnant Kaiyo to ‘stay still, for goodness sake!’ on the couch, dancing around the house with a mop, Shino trailing after her waving a feather duster with gusto. He refrains from telling the little girl that she’s more likely to spread the dust than to actually clear it – at least she’s not causing more havoc this way.

‘I can’t believe I could’ve ever taken this for granted, y’know’, Atsumu comments from behind him, mouth wide in a tender smile. ‘It’s the best feeling in the world to have a wife and kid who loves ya to the moon and back, welcoming ya home after a long day at work. They make everything worth it.’

He’s thrown for a loop at this rare display of emotional vulnerability from the usually obnoxious setter and for once, does not resort to hostility, choosing instead to acknowledge the blonde setter’s words with a tacticum nod.

The Miyas’ apartment is far too chaotic for his tastes, with colourful toys scattered on the floor, mismatched picture frames of the little family on the walls, but laughter hangs in the air, and light spills from the windows, illuminating the warmth and love and fondness in every look and word the Miyas gift each other.

His father gave him a compass when he was a child, as a present to celebrate his first match. His mother clucked her tongue because it’s a strange gift for a child - delicate, fiddly, its gold exterior tarnished with age. But his father chuckled and told him that he’s old enough to appreciate that the compass is his father’s, and his father’s father before that, an heirloom to remind their sons to work hard at everything they do, and to keep their hearts on course, pointing north.

And Sakusa thinks he’s done that. He’s worked and worked and worked at perfecting his skills in his chosen sport. He’s accepted his solo course, so laser focused on carving out a career in professional sports leaves little time or space for intimate relationships. Not to mention the fact that watching the disaster of Atsumu’s early years of marriage from the sidelines, made him swear off similar heartbreak for himself.

But there are times when he can’t help but feel a little lonely - when he has to struggle to find a date for MSBY events, when he has no one to celebrate the holidays with, when he goes home every day to his neat, cold apartment with space for only one occupant.

The compass in his heart creaks. It starts to turn a few degrees just off-course.

‘Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to get married?’ he asks her as he’s walking her home that night.

‘I did, once upon a time’, she shrugs carelessly. He misses the sudden strain in her smile. ‘Why do you ask?’

He stays silent for a while, the length of the quiet street giving him time to properly ferment his response. He considers the effects of adding splashes of colour to his dull life, weighs it against his long cultivated instinct to avoid the potential chaos of any emotional entanglements. He finds himself suddenly craving the sweetness of cream cheese frosting, and wonders how it’d be like to come home to light, fluffy cakes baked by her hands.

When they reach her apartment block, she tilts her head at him curiously, obviously awaiting his answer. He tugs his words together, strings his swirling thoughts into a decipherable sentence.

‘Because Atsumu and Kaiyo seem happy together. And I wondered if we’d be happy together too.’

He watches her puzzle over his words, her brow furling into a confused frown. ‘And I wasn’t proposing, by the way’, he feels the need to clarify.

She snorts. ‘I didn’t think so.’ With a directness that he very much appreciates, she looks at him squarely and asks - ‘Are you asking me out, Sakusa Kiyoomi?’

He meets her gaze. ‘Yes, I am. We’ve known each other for a decently long time for me to conclude our personalities are well matched, and we’re both mature adults who respect each other’s work schedules and commitments. And if you don’t mind that I can be overly blunt and quiet sometimes - ‘

‘ - which I don’t’, she interjects, with a chuckle.

‘I think we might be happy together’, he concludes, with a small smile that’s becoming more common in her presence.

He allows her the space to turn his proposition over in her mind.

‘Alright’, she finally says. ‘I guess we can give it a go’.

So much for Atsumu accusing him of having a heart made out of tin. Flesh and muscle works overtime to pump blood into his cheeks as she slots her fingers between his and gives his hand a squeeze.

Being in a relationship isn’t too different from what they had before.

They still keep to their standing date to meet every Tuesday (schedules permitting, of course). But now he doesn’t have to make up excuses to ask her out on outings that aren’t food related. At first he tries his best to adhere to dating norms, arranging for romantic dates at candlelit restaurants, buying her massive bouquets that make her sneeze.

‘It’s fine, Omi’, she tells him gently after they spend another uncomfortable evening in a dimly lit restaurant eating off plates too large for the laughably tiny food portions. ‘I’m happy just hanging out with you. You don’t have to go out of your way to impress me, I’m not holding on to any ridiculous expectations of you’. He stops after that, glad he doesn’t have to suffer another night trying to decipher which utensil to be used at which course, or having to put on starched formal wear to yet another stuffy restaurant.

She’s noticeably happier when they accompany each other on trips to the supermarket, each holding a stack of coupons to take advantage of the latest deals. She shields him from any overly zealous obaa-sans with gusto, throwing elbows and using her grocery basket as a makeshift battering ram before they crowd close enough to him to trigger his anxiety. He helps her reach for things on the top shelf ‘to prevent her from scaling the grocery shelves like an overgrown teenager’ , he snarks. He’s worried his attempt at teasing lands wrong, but she snorts and thanks him good naturedly anyways.

On the weekends, they develop a habit of meal prepping for the rest of the week at her apartment. His kitchen lacks the fancy mixers and blenders that she has, and in all honesty, his dark, spartan apartment lacks the sunlight and warmth that spills into her apartment from the windows, so it’s only logical that they should spend the bulk of their time there. It’s an oasis of calm for him, chopping vegetables and chicken into small cubes, sautéing them for the week ahead, while she bustles around whipping eggs and flour and milk together to form another delectable cake that they always end up sharing at the end of the day.

He starts to dread matches away from home a little more than he used to. While hotel rooms are as spartan as his own apartment, he doesn’t have the option of heading over to her apartment to bask in her quiet warmth. His meals come in styrofoam boxes instead of the glass tupperware she stacks on her kitchen counter, and he turns up his nose at store bought cakes that his teammates offer him, only craving for those baked in her oven. He even starts looking up to the stands for a glimpse of her, only to remember that she can’t be there to cheer the team on.

‘Cheer up, Omi-omi! We’ll have a home match next week’, Atsumu tells him jovially.

‘It doesn’t matter either way to me’, he mutters resentfully, but the setter only grins.

‘Trust me, it matters a great deal to have the girl ya love cheering ya on, y’know?’

He stalks off to the changing room, ignoring the peals of laughter from the blonde annoyance he leaves in his wake.

The tight coil of loneliness only loosens when he sees her waiting for him at the station when he returns. She ignores his protests to snag his suitcase away from him, the case looking comically large against her small frame, but she uses it effectively as a tank to force a path through the crowd, and drag him back to her apartment in no time.

‘You need a home cooked dinner to make up for all those industrially prepared food you must’ve been eating this entire week’, she tells him, bustling around the kitchen, only stilling when he takes her shoulders in his hands.

‘Are you happy?’ he asks, when he cups her face to carefully brush the dusting of flour on her cheek away.

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ She laughs, the sound fond.

‘Just checking in’, he tells her, closing his eyes as she pulls him down towards her for a kiss.

All in all, it’s a happy, uncomplicated relationship. He likes it that way.

If his heart were a compass, he’d suspect it’s broken because instead of pointing north, it starts to inch inexorably towards her.

But there are strange quirks he notices about her that niggles at his brain.

She refuses point blank to check out the planetarium when she attends an event held at the adjacent Art Museum as his date, professing to have an irrational dislike for stars.

‘They’re just balls of burning gas and light ’ , he points out. ‘What could you possibly have against them?’

There’s a flicker of irritation in her eyes that he does not miss. ‘I know it’s stupid but just humour me, ok?’ Her tone verges on a snarl, before she storms away, ostensibly to the bathroom to freshen herself up.

She returns later with an apology for her behaviour. Though he’s confused, he respects her privacy and does not push for an answer.

He’s at her apartment preparing meals for the week ahead when the doorbell rings and an enormous bouquet of white lilies are deposited into her arms. She stares dumbly at the flowers, their sickly sweet scent permeating the air.

His brow furls. ‘Today isn’t your birthday, is it?’

His words jolt her out of her trance. ‘No’, she answers, before inexplicably storming to the living room and dumping the bouquet with a vengeance on the coffee table. Pollen flutters to the floor, delicate white petals crushed in her hands.

‘It’s nothing’, she tells him as he shoots her a questioning look.

When she disappears to the washroom, he peeks at the card. There’s no name on it, just a simple message - ‘consider it, please?’

He doesn’t question her about it when she returns to the kitchen. She doesn’t offer him any answers either.

He finds himself wondering about them.

It was refreshing at first to have a relationship free of any expectations. She never asks for more than he’s willing to give, seems happy enough to slot herself into the pockets of time he offers, only attends his games when he gives her tickets, doesn’t get upset with him when he inevitably forgets to text.

But therein lies the issue, doesn’t it?

If she truly likes him, wants to pursue a relationship seriously with him, shouldn’t she be demanding more than the crumbs of affection and attention he shows her? They’re both past the age of thirty, shouldn’t she be looking to get married and settle down, maybe spawn a demon child or two?

He’s tried raising it with her once, but she responded with confusion.

‘I don’t have any expectations of you, Omi’, she’d replied. ‘We both have busy lives, so whatever you’re willing to give, I’m happy to take’.

There’s technically nothing wrong about her answer. It’s wholly considerate and kind - very much her.

Still, it makes him wonder - if her heart were a compass, would it point towards him?

He manages to hold his tongue until she gets another delivery of flowers.

This time he opens the door when the doorbell rings, assaulted by the heady scent of lillies, pollen smeared on his sleeves. This time, there’s a name on the card.

Oikawa Tooru .

It takes a couple of seconds for him to realise why the name is so familiar. It’s the same name Hinata and Kageyama used to buzz about every Olympics - the famous Argentinian setter who started his career as a schoolboy from Miyagi, a prodigious setter who never made it to Nationals in high school, refused to give up and forged his way to success in a whole new land, continents away.

‘How do you know Oikawa’? He asks her. ‘And why does he keep sending your flowers?’

‘He’s just an old acquaintance,’ she admits. ‘He’s just sending the flowers to persuade me to attend his wedding.’

His forehead crinkles in confusion, and he tries his best not to leap to conclusions, but since she doesn’t seem to be forthcoming with further clarification, he presses her further.

‘And why won’t you attend his wedding?’

Her shoulders slouch in obvious reluctance as she turns away, focusing her attention on the mixing bowl. But Kiyoomi isn’t easily deterred, so he firmly takes the mixing bowl from her and sets it on the countertop. He raises an eyebrow at her, clearly seeking an answer.

She huffs a sigh through her nose. ‘Because he’s getting married to my ex-boyfriend, ok?’

He blinks. That was unexpected.

‘It happened half a decade ago. Ancient history. I’m over it.’ She mutters to the floor.

‘Why didn’t you tell me about it?’

‘Because it’s none of your business’, she snaps, grabbing the mixing bowl again, beating the batter with a vengeance.

‘You’re going to ruin the texture if you whisk it too hard’, he tugs the bowl away from her again. She refuses to relinquish her grip.

‘Leave me alone!’ she snarls, yanking the bowl back. Confused by her sudden fury, he lets go of the bowl, only for her to stumble back, eyes wide as she loses her balance, knocking her head against the countertop.

He drops down onto his knees, not even noticing the batter soaking into his pants, combing through her hair, scouring the back of her neck for any sign of injury. It’s only when he’s satisfied that her fall has resulted in nothing more than a bruise that should go away by tomorrow that he notices her tears soaking the front of his shirt.

‘Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?’ he asks, wiping her tears away with a batter splattered thumb.

She hangs her head, body still shaking from her sobs. ‘I’ve already made such a mess of things – don’t want you to have to listen to my nonsense – am just bein’ stupid, that’s all - ’.

He patiently waits until her sobs dissolves into mere sniffles before speaking. ‘I want you to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re up to it.’

So through more broken sobs and hiccups, he listens to the tale of Iwaizumi Hajime, a boy who was her world, who only realised he was always in love with Oikawa Tooru, a fortnight before she and he were to wed. Her voice wavers as she tells him the full story of the white lilies, explains that her irrational dislike for stars stems from the reminder that she chose to give her world up to a boy-king burning brighter than the stars in the night sky combined.

He waits until her words run out, and she’s leaning against him, broken and pliant in a way that makes his heart ache.

‘I wish you told me about it earlier’, he tells her, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear. ‘That you would trust me enough to tell me about the things that hurt you in the past. And I wonder about the state of our relationship if you don’t even trust me enough for that’.

‘That’s unfair. You never asked - ‘

‘How could I ask about something I didn’t even know about?’ He takes hold of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. Hurt and anger and shock simmer in her eyes, each swirl of emotion fighting for dominance.

‘I didn’t want to expect anything more from this relationship than you were willing to give’, she admits after a pause.

She’s scared of being hurt again. He doesn’t miss the subtext.

‘Shall I tell you what I want from you then? I have a list, if you’re willing to hear me out’ he asks, with a smile that’s growing more common the more time he spends around her.

She nods, but keeps her gaze stubbornly on the ground.

He takes his time to choose his words. He’s never been verbose - not like Atsumu or Bokuto or even easygoing Motoya, choosing to only say what is strictly necessary, using the precise amount of words, nothing more, nothing less. But this is a situation that requires more emotion rather than precision, so he inhales a shaky breath, letting it fuel the sentiment in his heart as he exhales.

‘First. I want you to trust that I’ll never hurt you like he did’, he says, and with a self-deprecating smile he adds - ‘I don’t have any childhood friends to be secretly in love with besides Motoya, and I’m hardly going to be pining after my flake of a cousin’.

That triggers the corners of her lips to tilt upwards, and encouraged, he carries on.

‘Second. I want you to be open with me about what you want - your dreams, your expectations of me. I want to hear them all because you’re important to me.’

That makes her flush pink, and she sneaks a glance up towards him.

‘Third. I want to wake up each morning with you by my side and come home to you every night. I want to watch you fight cranky old ladies in the supermarket in my honour, be the first person to taste test all your baking experiments - even the failed ones that are only fit to feed Atsumu. I want us to be happy together. Forever, if possible.’

He lifts her bodily into his lap, brushes his nose against her cheek. ‘Now that I’ve told you what I’m willing to give, is that too much for you to take?’ he murmurs against her lips.

Her blush blossoms into a deep scarlet, but her eyes are iridescent pools of startled delight. She doesn’t speak, sealing her answer instead with her lips.

His heart’s compass is irretrievably broken, the needle melted into place. It doesn’t point north any longer, no – it’s always going to point towards her.

They move in together after that.

He gives up his apartment, professing to prefer the warmth and light of hers. The Miyas help him move in even when he tries to refuse their help, Atsumu helping him to lug cardboard boxes up the stairs, Kaiyo helping him sort out his belongings, sorting them into his allocated cupboards.

When they’re done, they order pizza and she bakes a cake to celebrate. ‘An impromptu housewarming’ she says, toasting Miya Kaiyo with a slice of pepperoni pizza with a laugh.

Kiyoomi shares a slice of chocolate cake with Atsumu in complete defiance of their nutritionist’s advice, jostling forks over the very last bite. She and Kaiyo scold them teasingly, telling them to behave like they’re actually thirty and not teenagers on the cusp of adulthood. Atsumu pulls at Kaiyo’s ponytail in retaliation. He refuses to engage in similar tomfoolery, reddening instead when she reaches over to ruffle his curls.

‘This is nice’, he remarks to Atsumu later, when their significant others are out of earshot, gossiping and giggling about something or other.

‘It is, isn’t it’, Atsumu replies, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at his wife.

It truly is , Kiyoomi thinks, staring at her.

He takes over most of the cleaning, it clears his mind, he tells her. So to split the chores evenly, she insists on doing their laundry and cooking, and he doesn’t even nag her too much when she forgets to split the white and coloured clothes and stains some of his shirts once in a while.

Wedding invites printed on expensive cream paper and bouquets of white lilies start to litter their doorstep every day. He tries his best to dispose of them before they reach her sight, but every so often, he comes home too late, catches her wilt as she brushes white petals from their doorstep.

‘I don’t blame either of them’, she tells him, after he asks if she’d like him to call Iwaizumi and tell him to drown himself in a vat of batter, thank you very much.

‘You’re too kind to both of them’ he says plainly, as they share a pot of tea, his head pillowed in her lap. ‘I would’ve just set them both on fire and left them to rot.’

‘Hajime loved Tooru for almost all his life - I just wanted to see him happy in the end. Argh - I sound so stupid and sentimental like an old grandma, just laugh at me already’ she complains, hiding her burning cheeks in her hands.

‘You aren’t stupid for being kind.’ He hums, quiet and low. ‘It’s why I love you so.’

He relishes the soft light dawning in her eyes, captures her whispered affection with careful fingers, spins them into gold.

He has to turn off the stove to answer the door when some rude lout bangs on their front door far too early on a Sunday morning.

With his coldest sneer and thinking resentfully about his breakfast, Kiyoomi swings the door open, fully intent on looming over the disturbance with his full height, but takes a step back instead when he finds one Iwaizumi Hajime hanging off the door knob.

‘Hello’, Iwaizumi looks up at him confusedly.

‘Hi’, he nods a greeting back at his old Olympic team trainer. They stare at each other.

‘Eh - I think I’ve got the wrong house’, Iwaizumi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Sorry about that, Sakusa-san.’

He’s about to close the door in Iwaizumi’s face when her voice chimes in, clear as a bell.

‘Who’s at the door, Omi?’

The shorter man shoots him a look of barely contained rage as he uses his bulk to push his way through the doorway towards her. Kiyoomi tries to stop him, protesting that he can’t barge into someone’s private property without an invitation like that, but it’s as futile an endeavour as trying to block the path of a raging storm.

Iwaizumi reaches her first, raising a hand as if to cup her face by instinct, before letting it fall back limply by his side. ‘You weren’t answering any of my messages or calls’, he says. ‘I was worried about you.’

She stares at him blankly for a moment. Then fire sparks in her eyes.

‘Well, as you can see, I’m completely fine’, she replies, jaw and fists clenched. ‘You don’t need to do a welfare check on me, we’re not involved anymore.’

The scorching pain in Iwaizumi’s eyes is evident, even from a distance away. ‘Yeah. Well. I thought we were friends. You didn’t even tell me you were dating again’. He shoves his hands in his pockets, tossing another heated glance in Kiyoomi’s way.

‘I didn’t think I needed to update my ex-fiance about my love life, especially not when he’s trying to drag me to attend his wedding that I already said I’m not going to attend’, she bites back.

Iwaizumi opens his mouth, then closes it with a resounding snap. ‘I’m sorry’, he says, with heartbreaking honesty. ‘I told Tooru that you probably didn’t want to hear from us, but he insisted and I got worried when I didn’t hear from you for months’.

Kiyoomi can see her glare soften into molten sympathy. The tension in the air crackles with electricity. He’s neither blind nor stupid – he can sense the years of longing and love not quite lost between them.

He thinks she loves him, Sakusa Kiyoomi – weird habits, cold disposition and all, but the doubt clogging up his arteries and veins is enough to make his heart seize – and if she’s going to break his heart, he’d much rather she not do it in front of Iwaizumi.

‘Hajime - ‘ she begins to say, and at this point he jumps in -

‘I’ll excuse myself so you both have the chance to catch up’, he says, waving aside her protests as he slips on his shoes. Even in his haste to leave the house, he clicks his tongue at the mess Iwaizumi left behind at their genkan , kneeling down to arrange their shoes, only standing up when he’s satisfied they’re neatly arranged back in place.

‘Omi, you don’t have to leave’, she says, holding the door open.

He shrugs his shoulders at her, nose and mouth already obscured by his usual face mask. ‘Let me know when you’d like me to come back’.

If she’d like him to come back. She doesn’t chase after him, after all.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, but the golden sunshine feels more like a taunt rather than a balm to his mood. His stomach growls, making him long for the scrambled eggs he was in the middle of frying before he was so rudely interrupted, but his growing sense of nausea keeps him from seeking out an alternative meal.

Instead, he makes his way to the park, sits on a relatively clean bench. There are couples a-plenty, strolling around hand in hand, families picnicking merrily around him, compounding the growing chasm of loneliness in his chest. He tries to count the seconds by his breaths, tries not to let the minutes expand the insecurities crawling, inch by inch up his throat.

He sits alone. Poised, yet short of breath.

He wonders if Iwaizumi Hajime has finally figured out that stars, for all their brilliance, cannot compensate for their lack of human kindness. And if so, he wonders which direction her heart would point towards if it were a compass - whether it’s as broken as his, and whether it points towards Iwaizumi or him.

He waits.

Then his phone buzzes.

Ah.

She’s asking him to come home. He does not dare to overthink the meaning of that single word. But he does not hide that his steps back home are lighter than when he left, though the key in his hand shakes so hard it takes him three tries to fit it into the keyhole. He does not try to suffocate the seed of hope budding in the soft earth of his heart when he realises Iwaizumi’s shoes have vanished without a trace.

“Omi?”

She’s waiting for him, slipping warm arms around his waist, tangling her fingers in his curls, ignoring his complaints about letting himself wash his hands first.

‘Am I silly for missing you, even though it’s only been an hour?’

He refuses to be distracted by the affection in her voice.

‘But what about Iwaizumi?’ he frowns, hesitation still poisoning the well of thoughts in his mind.

Perhaps it’s a testament to how well they’ve grown to know each other that she doesn’t need to read the silent subtext of his statement. She smiles, bringing his palm flat against her chest, does not answer until his pulse matches the steady beat of her heart.

‘I love you , Omi’, she tells him. Her heartbeat does not quicken, her smile does not waver. ‘You told me not to long ago to always be upfront with you about what I want so I’m going to be honest with you now - Iwaizumi is only ever going to be my past, and I want you from now on’.

If her heart were a compass, the steady beat of her heart tells him, it would point only towards him.

‘That is – if you’ll have me’, she adds, a shadow of doubt suddenly appearing on her face.

‘Don’t be ridiculous’, he scoffs, burying his nose to breathe in the familiar scent of vanilla in her hair. ‘Who else would I rather have than you?’

Who else would he be lucky enough to call his home – a woman with a heart large enough to fit a whole ocean within its depths, with kindness in her eyes and mirth in her smiles.

She laughs in spite of the salt in her throat and water in her eyes, leaning on her toes in a vain attempt to reach his face. He lifts her into her arms, laughs when she squeals indignantly as her feet only find air, toppling them both onto the couch where he can seat her between his legs, press kisses to her cheeks.

She’ll tell him later that Iwaizumi came looking for her because he’s never outgrown his overprotective streak, and he’s truly happy for her - for them, because they’ve both moved on with their separate lives. And she ended up agreeing to attend his and Oikawa’s wedding on one condition – that an invitation is extended to him, Sakusa Kiyoomi, to attend with her as his date.

He’ll tell her later that he’s happy to attend the wedding with her, just not to expect him to smile in any wedding pictures. And more importantly, he’ll tell her in his plain way that the list of expectations he has of their relationship has expanded yet again.

He’ll lay out his dreams of a pair of matching golden rings to bind them to lifelong companionship, of hellspawn of their own and a dog, maybe two.

He’ll ask her if it’s too much for him to ask of her.

She’ll tell him that she’s willing to give him everything he asks for and more.

It’s Miya Shino’s ninth birthday party.

He’s retired from volleyball proper, and is thankful he insisted on getting a business degree from Chuo University before going pro, because it comes in handy working alongside Kuroo Tetsuro at the volleyball association.

Miya Atsumu insists on inviting him to the party, though he supposes he’s invited not by virtue of being a former teammate, but because he’s also Shino’s uncle by marriage now. The thought that he’s related to Miya Atsumu, however distant and most definitely not by blood, still fills him with dread.

The birthday girl is a little less imbued with her father’s chaotic energy this time, though she still squeals when her birthday cake is unveiled – though to be fair it’s less a cake, more a tower of cupcakes with cream cheese frosting spelling out her name.

‘Thank you Auntie!’ Shino cries, flinging her arms around her. Kiyoomi flinches at the sight of anyone, even his nine year old niece, coming in close contact with his extremely pregnant wife, but a sharp glare from her subdues any complaint he dares to make.

He fusses over her the minute he has the chance to corral her away from the clutches of Miya Shino. ‘Are your feet hurting? What about your back? I don’t know why you insist on walking so much when you know the doctor said you should be on bed rest soon’.

‘Stop fussing, Omi! The baby and I will be fine’, she replies, exasperated. ‘This is the last social event scheduled before I pop and I’m determined to enjoy it while I can.’ Then she scuttles off faster than he imagines her frame allows, leaving him floundering in her wake.

‘Just let her be’, Miya Atsumu laughs, slapping his back. Kiyoomi is on the verge of pointing out - pot, meet kettle, reminding Atsumu that the last time Kaiyo was pregnant, Atsumu didn’t stop fretting until she went into labour and delivered a healthy baby boy. But then he remembers the grief etched into Atsumu’s face when Kaiyo miscarried in the stands during a game, so he holds his tongue and rolls his eyes instead.

‘I’m just worried she’s pushing herself too hard’, he admits in a rare bout of vulnerability.

Atsumu smiles, genuine for once. ‘Those crazy women, eh? They’re always gonna drive us up the wall, but they’re worth every minute of it.’

He looks at her, belly swollen with their first child, peach blossoms blooming in her cheeks. His past self would never imagine that he’d find this much joy and contentment in being a husband and a father, but then again his past self was satisfied coming home alone day after day to a cold apartment. He knows better now - life is so better when he has her, sharing stories of their day of over steaming mugs of tea at their kitchen countertop, listening to her hum as she bakes treats for the weekend, warmth and laughter and love abound in their cosy apartment for two, soon to be three.

So feeling vaguely drunk though he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol in the months since she whispered during their anniversary dinner that they were expecting, Kiyoomi laughs aloud.

Atsumu lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

‘She really, really is’, Kiyoomi says, breaking into an unguarded smile.

If you wanna know more about the backstory of the reader - check out The Astrophile, and if you wanna know more about Miya Atsumu’s relationship with his wife, check out Storm Chaser.

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beann-e · 4 years ago

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-tried to make it a bit long so you could enjoy , happy birthday I hope you have a fun day 🥺

Celebrating your birthday

Goshiki

- you always praised goshiki ever since youd been dating you would tell him how amazing he was , how he was the best player on his team , encourage the way he talked badly about his opposing teams ace saying his was much better and he’d be even more awesome when he took ushijimas spot as ace

- goshiki has never felt like he’s done enough to be awarded your praise though he won’t tell you

- no not when you place kisses all over his face and on his red stained hands from hitting the ball so hard that night, applying moisturizer on his callouses he’d gotten from the constant beat down at practice or even just kissing him softly and whispering you got this in his ear the night before a game.

- For weeks youd been telling goshiki your birthday was coming up but why had he suddenly gone missing ? your boyfriend was MIA everyday since youd told him. He was always working late and coming home at 2 am walking through the house only to fall into bed and ignore the hugs you tried to provide for his tired body Him falling asleep as soon as you sighed and took it on your own accord to wrap your arms around his waist and pull him back into you

-It was enevitable that he would have a game on your birthday him explaining that he felt horrible and could happily ditch it your brain knowing that he would only be sad the whole day if you let him. No matter how much volleyball came in between you two for the last few weeks you’d still been adamant about wanting the best for him. You telling him with a smile you didn’t care what you did for your birthday as long as you spent it with him. though you did ask for your present to be what he always teased you about telling you that one day he would get you a seat on his teams bench so you could see him play up close.

- you never actually thought he’d do it. You thanking everyone as they walked past you on the bench gifting you your small happy birthdays before the match began

- your heart swelling everytime you saw your boyfriend make a point and it wasn’t until the last few seconds of the match that you felt something was off

The air swirled around you as your body felt a chill run through it your eyes making contact with your boyfriends as he looked away and jumped in the air his serious face focused on nothing other than that moment as the whistle sounded. His teammates eyes widened in shock as they held their mouths open goshikis eyes falling to his hands looking in amazement before he looked down and realized there was a body clinging to him yelling into his chest

Your loud cries falling from your mouth before you or anyone else could speak

“ YOU MADE THE LAST SHOT —A CROSS SHOT BABY — YOU WON THE GAME “

You’d never thought this is what would have made your day. Him blinking twice before he ran off the court trying to get you as far away from the cheers of his team and coach as he could

ignoring the protest from the referees that stated he couldn’t do it screaming at him that he had to say his thanks firsts.

he scooped you up in his arms kissing you harshly before pulling back to breathe heavily him half expecting to see a smile when he looked down at you only to see your face concentrated on the floor trying to understand all these past weeks him explaining it for you

“I was working —- working so hard on perfecting the cross shot for you baby “ his sweaty jersey clinging to him as he smiled widely at you who was spluttering nothing but small praises for him

“ every night after practice —I spent perfecting it so you could come here tonight and see i’m not a loser — that’s what I wanted to give you for your birthday I didn’t know what else to give you “

he felt his eyes trying to water as he wiped his wet jersey over his face “ your always saying how you want me to master what I love to do and I— i did it and I — I gifted it to you — and I just I love you so much — your so dedicated to me that you came here on your birthday and I “

“ I wanted nothing else all I wanted was to be with you — that’s all I wanted to do and seeing you perfect something that you’ve been trying to do since I met you is just “ you planted your head on his chest “ it’s amazing your so cool goshiki “

Your boyfriends head spinning rapidly when all your praises suddenly hit him now knowing the only thing that could make this better would be to show off that he’d just scored the last point and won the game for his team

He felt on top of the world right now he had his fine ass s/o wrapped around him like a teddy bear and he was being praised and told there was no one as cool as him in the world

His brain short circuited as the team tried to pull you away to stop feeding his ego until they just sighed and let goshiki tell them how much better of an ace he was gonna be than ushijima your eyes going hard on ushijima as you mumbled “ birthday “

your boyfriend not seeing the shake that ran through the taller males body at the one word that had been laced with so much malice and just a slight teasing to it as if daring him to diagree and as brutally honest as ushijima was he was not stupid

he shook his head up and down quickly only agreeing that goshiki did have a chance with a reassuring yes slipping out after. His hand immediately grabbing tendous arm to walk away in fear of you

Your birthday being made as you saw the male in front of you happy that’s all that mattered to you right now. This is what made your day your boyfriend working hard on something not only because of himself but because he wanted to impress you that was when you felt loved.

That was the best birthday present knowing you’d always be engraved in someone’s mind as the simple push — the person that helped them better what they couldn’t do on their own.

sakusa

-sakusa honestly didn’t know what to do for your birthday he knew anything you’d come up with he’d have to go out of his comfort zone so he was trying to mentally prepare himself for that fact alone 2 months prior to your birthday

- he wasn’t that surprised when you said that all you wanted for your birthday was to go out to eat lunch with your boyfriend at least once. Him rolling his eyes asking why you two couldnt just order takeout and he could buy you some dollar decorations and could pop a happy birthday pin on you and call it a day

- you only answering with a straight faced and voice monotoned “ we’ve had takeout 2 weeks in a row ‘kusa “

-“ and it was good—no ? we enjoyed our own house atmosphere and being alone yes ? “

-“ and it was cold because you made us clean off the table then switch the plates that the food came in then wash our hands then for the last step watch as we reheated it. His eyes rolling as he plopped on the couch agreeing to go out but only with setting rules and boundaries for himself on this small birthday party between you two

- you two would only go somewhere he knew they cleaned and wore gloves to cook. or even at least might wipe down the tables and somehwrr he would be comfortable with by knowing the owners

- which is how you two ended up at onigiri miya with osuma giving you guys a discount off -- which wasn’t that much may I say —- atsuma siting with suna while he snapped pictures posting them to the group chat with the caption ‘ our germbabies first day out ‘

- you sighing happily as you looked to your left and right oh yeah his other rule was the two tables next to you had to be pushed as far away from yours as possible because he wouldn’t go if you two were just going to be packed and seated in the middle of the restaurant with people he didn’t know

“ I hope your happy “ his tone was snappy and accusing as he gripped his mask away from his face directing his spoon under the mask slowly

“ ‘kusa come on take off your mask “

he grunted rolling his eyes at you “ havent you gotten enough “

“ please wanna see your pretty face “ he felt heat spread throughout his body and spread across his face as he muttered small protests and profanities at your words

the mask being pulled off and crumbled in his right hand looking at you heavily “ god anything else you want —want to take away my sanity too huh “ he laughed “ you’ve stripped away all my other safety precautions whats next “

you smiled happily voice slipping out excitedly knowing you’d scare him with your next request “ let’s go to the pool after lunch “ he felt his body tighten at your claim he hated to tell you he wasn’t going to do something on your birthday or to tell you no but

“ no “ he spat as his your brows furrowed “ havent you gotten enough — ive put myself close to — and directly in the line of death enough for you today “ he said staring at you from across the table

his own body jumping a bit when a person tried to walk over to him for a picture shaking his head and face made up in disgust at their maskless face and how they simply looked like they’d gotten dressed in the dark

“ god —look at this i’m ready to go—I can’t do this much longer my love your days over “

“ babe seriously you didn’t even give me a present“

he laughed as he stood up putting his mask back on and tucking the money for your lunch into the receipt given to him before raising his hand halfheartedly waving the waiter down and nodding his head at them before walking behind you hand placed on the small of your back directing you through the loud and rather messy crowd

“ you’ve gotten your present from me already “ he whispered “ you’ve gotten to see me maskless — in a crowded environment if I may add and you didn’t get sick so yay “

you laughed as he spoke again “ enjoy it cause you won’t get it again “ he tore his mask off smiling softly at you as you studied his face

it wasnt the fact that he wasn’t wearing his mask you’d already seen him maskless when you two were alone. What made your birthday was the fact he was willing to go so far out of his comfort zone for you.

He never would have just went out to a resteraunt and ate his food around others and allow others to cook his food without him seeing it done physically himself and making sure nothing bad was happening. much less him taking his mask off around other people — people he didn’t know

you couldn’t help but feel a flutter as you looked through the car window he was right you were enjoying this because you knew you would never get it again not until another birthday when you would have sukusa go out of his comfort zone time and time again just to remind you how much he truly loved you and would do anything to make your birthday a special day for you

lev

- lev is a child he likes doing fun things you were no different yourself and if you were you could always calm him down and assume the role of parenting but then again if you weren’t someone of maturity that could maybe explain why you two were in jail on your birthday.

- Kenma and kuroo outside your cell dressed up in pajamas kenmas game boy clicking away as the two stared into the cell kuroos eyes boring into your boyfriends kenma occasionally eyeing you a bit intrigued with this side of you he’d never seen before

-Kuroo taking the dad role while kenma whispered behind him about how lev was an idiot and you — he couldn’t say anything about you

-he just assumed that idiot lev here was the one who decided to go in an abandoned house and wreck the whole thing only to find out that you were the one who came up with it

-the original idea was for you two to do what you saw on a movie where a woman destroyed an old house no one used for fun and to let all her fustratuons out and since it was your birthday —not that it would have mattered if it wasn’t —lev would have still done it with you birthday or not but now since it was your birthday this gave him even more reason to show little to no hesitation to follow behind you

-Which is not what you two really needed from each other

-when you both went to town on the house even breaking the outer walls of the dirty building levs arms reaching the ceiling with every pull back of the hammer to the wall he made. You and lev looking at each other happily when you turned to see the woman at the screwed up houses threshold

-“ oh hey you must be here —we must of had the same idea “ you smiled even harder when she returned it only for your smile to drop when you watched her call 911 with a laugh telling them how she was gonna get so much money and be able to buy a new house and get out of this rundown neighborhood because of two stupid kids

-your body sweating and looking away when kuroo beat into him about it saying how he now had to talk the lady out of suing

-your eyes darting to kenmas all knowing ones when lev screamed that you came up with the idea earlier and really lev just didn’t want you to be sad on your birthday so he just simply followed behind kuroos claims because he loves you and honestly it originally sounded fun before the arrest

“ god y/n —legs here is an idiot but never expected him to bring you into this “ kenmas voice challenged you as he smirked softly at his game” huh always felt like it would have been the other way around when it came to who influenced who “ your body stiffened as a cough leaked out

“ huh “ kuroo looked dumbfounded at his friends words

“ nothing kuroo just perfect a match a—perfect match “

The ride home was long as you two thanked kuroo and kenma before you ran down the sidewalk looking back at lev “ there’s still an hour to my birthday “

lev smiled as he watched you get further into the distance “ which means “

“ tag “ you screamed him following “ Y/N WE JUST GOT ARRESTTED “

“ AND SOMEONE IN CANDA JUST PUKED UP RED BEANS — COME ON “ he found himself laughing you suited him so well he always loved having fun and everyday was fun with you

his body finally catching up to yours as he tagged you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his own body panting softly yours leaning back against his chest and looking up “ babe you see the stars “

you nodded at him smiling “ so pretty “

“ yeah really they are“

“ they always look so happy and beautiful and just bright—- they always make me feel calm at peace and just they settle my nerves “

he turned you to face him looking into your eyes as he smiled kissing you softly mouths moving to the tune of a song as he you smiled into the kiss head falling to his chest while he sighed in content in this moment

“ couldnt have described you better—“ your face went up in surprise that he thought those things about you “ happy birthday y/n”

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #11:

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A/N: welcome to the final post tonight!!!!!! Thanks for staying for this marathon everybody🥱🖤 I told y’all to get ready right? Lehgo:

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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A 1-Year Anniversary For The Books 😳....🎡❄️🌃

over the next 6 months, you and Aone have had a remarkable relationship 💗

He’s beyond caring, attentive and sweet to you: even when you are moody on your period and dont want to talk to him he would drop off a basket at your house filled with a heating pad, your favourite treats, DVDs of your favourite movies and a note that explained how he felt about you

Your sex life was amazing, sex was insanely passionate and few and far between because you were both busy + Aone wanted you to know he wasn’t here for sex, though he loved it, of course

Takanobu listened to every story of yours, filled in at your cheer practices when you needed him, brought your team to competitions whenever some people didn’t have rides, and he attended the popular kids parties with you and let you do your own thing...

In addition, of course he was the best tutor you’ve ever had, letting you know before you started that you weren’t allowed to mess with his hormones to get out of it:

“Y/N. we have to study. No seduction tricks. They’re not fair.”

“Okay—!” You smiled.

“No cute-duction tricks either.”

You pouted.

“Want me to leave?” He asked, getting bold because he knew you were getting clingy, and even though he’d love to be balls deep between your heavenly legs, School came first. He needed you to graduate with him. It wasn’t an option.

“No no no baby please I’m sorry.” You pleaded.

He kissed your cheek. “Good.”

you attended baby’s intense volleyball games, so you saw his losses and it broke your heart

But you knew just how to comfort him: have him lay his head on you as you stroked his hair....give him lots of kisses and go to the pet store and spend hours the turtle section 💕

You got super close to his friends which was obviously incredible to Aone

And he’d been trying to get you to meet his family for a while, but you were too nervous

One day at the movies when Koganegawa was complaining yet again about how much his parents the other 2 members of the iron wall treated him like a baby, you interjected in the line for tickets. Aone had his arms around you from behind, making you feel safe

“Hey, wait a second. If Aone is ‘mom’ and Futakuchi is ‘dad,’ what does that make me???” You whined.

Kanji looked down at you like that was the most obvious question in the world. “You’re the hot side chick that Aone cheated on Futakuchi-senpai with.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—“

“Wrong.” Aone stated, glaring at Kanji. “Don’t ever associate cheating with me and Y/N. I would NEVER.”

Futakuchi rolled his eyes. “We know. Learn to take a joke,”

You turned around in Aone’s arms and got on your toes straining for a kiss. Aone smiled and leaned down to press his lips on yours. He tried to pull away but you held onto the collar of his hoodie and pulled him down again, prohibiting him from ending the kiss.

“Y/N, you better keep the same energy.” Futakuchi mumbled under his breath, walking forward as the line moved. “If my best friend ends up heartbroken I know someone else’s Cheer captain best friend who can end up being hurt just as bad in return🙃..........” he sung.

Without breaking your fantastic kiss, you stuck out your foot in the direction you knew Kenji was walking, making him trip.

“Ouch, fuck! Why do you invite her, Aone-san?!”

You smiled into the kiss.

Tbh: your relationship was..........perfect💘

........too perfect, you sometimes thought.

It kept you up at night sometimes .... the fact that you couldn’t really pin point anything wrong with him , even months later

How is it possible that while all your friends went through trials and tribulations.....ups and downs in their relationships and crushes ... and weird squares (*cough cough* Kenji, Katana, Koganegawa, Kusa 🤧 *cough cough*....but that’s for another outtake time) while you didn’t have to endure anything

Aone was protecting you from going through any pain . Proving to you his worth

Your boyfriend surprised you everyday making you happier than the last

Not to mention you have an adoptive son named Perdu that you adore 🐢💚

But you couldn’t shake the feeling deep within that told you that you didn’t deserve this

Yes, you have come to love Aone with all of your heart—he is literally an angel

But that conversation that Aone was so reluctant to have 6 months ago about how much he pined after you........it really affected you in various ways....

For one thing, why did someone so beautiful and pure and perfect have to fall for someone like you?

You had faults. You didn’t even notice him for years while he suffered in silence in the background, for God’s sake

It was as if, only after he defended you against the Class Snitch and did something for you, that’s when you noticed him—and then he just jumped at the opportunity

You could’ve played him, used him, and you’re pretty sure that he would let you. 😞

He was Not realizing how selfish the whole thing seemed

And then there’s the whole fact that Aone has liked you for 2 years..... and no one else? Even when you didn’t notice him?

Yeah, you couldn’t even lie about that one to yourself. He really only liked you and only had eyes for you. Even though you hadn’t even known he was even an option for you.

It broke your heart—

Yes, you loved him now.

But that conversation 6 months ago...... it made you understand how much of an amazing, absolutely unbelievable human being he is, even before you two started dating = you haven’t been able to shake this feeling of unfairness....

The feeling that you do not deserve him

Maybe you wanted him for the sex that felt so good it made you cry every time?

Or all the things he does for you because he was so whipped?

Meanwhile he endured relentless cockteasing from you because he tried not to give into his urge so you wouldn’t think he wanted you for that ...always putting you first..... what hormonal male DOES that?

He’s perfect

But Maybe that was the big pull...you know?

perhaps it was just a pull and this isn’t how it is supposed to be

Aone deserves someone as amazing and selfless as him, no?

What if he deserved better? As long as you were in the way he’d only accept you and shut out any girl who could be even better for him.

A girl that wouldn’t have ignored him for 2 years .

When you started expressing your concerns, Katana, your best friend knew this point would come.

“Do not self destruct, Y/N. Just because you get scared when y’all are getting serious. That man is crazy about you.” Katana pleaded with you at your locker one day as you shuffled through your messy locker.

“I’m not self destructing, and I know he is..... but maybe that’s the problem? I get a perfect boyfriend and what does Aone get? I just hope that this is, a fair transaction in the Universe.....”

“You love that man too. I know you do! Besides, everyone can see the way his entire demeanour has lit up and changed since you two got together. He’s like a new person and it’s almost been a whole year.... look at him.”

You found your pencil case and closed your locker, looking over in the direction Katana called your attention to. Aone was talking to Koganegawa and Kusa, laughing loudly...something no one had ever seen him do a year before now. Your heart sunk because you were the cause of that happiness. He was a new man, and he was so happy to be with you. It made your heart hurt.

Aone glanced over in your direction just then, making eye contact with you and instantly smiling brightly. He said some form of goodbye to his friends like he always did when he spotted you, dropping everything to greet you and hold your books.

What made you so special... to deserve such a man?

If you asked Aone, he’d have a list of ways he could answer that question, but, for you, you forced yourself to believe he was just taken away with your looks....and that he just convinced himself he liked you deeper because of how pretty you were. He loves sex but tries not to have it, maybe it’s because you’d catch on to him being like every other guy that just wants you and the rest of the cheerleaders for your bodies? I mean, even his best friend Futakuchi is like that!

No, he was a terrible liar.

Aone is gorgeous, tall, muscular, handsome....... girl after girl check him out and want him. Maybe one of them deserved him more than you do....

Thoughts like that whirled through your mind all the time from summer to winter...

Tonight, on the night of your 1 year anniversary, it was no different. Aone had made it clear for months to his team that he wouldn’t be attending practice on this date

🥺

Instead, he treated you to a luxurious dinner on a yacht and then you both went one of the highest Ferris wheels in the world that gave a great view of the city night lights of Japan:

It was so romantic, and Aone was just the happiest man on earth holding you closer as you leaned into his side because you loved Ferris wheels but you were chilly in this temperature.

Your boyfriend pulled your hat down for you so it was covering your ears

He took your hands in his and blew hot air on them to keep you warm, spreading the heated blanket he’d bought so it covered more of you than him.

“Still cold? Want my jacket?”

“I’m good.” You grinned.

His heart warmed.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at your boyfriend, hearing the sudden change to seriousness in his tone. Aone sported that blush that he had the first time you’d kissed him on the cheek. He was still nervous around you even after an entire year and it had to do with his strong feelings of love toward you. He was sure they’d never go away.

Takanobu dug into his pocket and pulled out two small individually wrapped boxes. One square and one rectangular. The silver boxes were wrapped in little yellow bows, yellow-your favourite colour.

“More gifts, Aone?” You asked softly, you couldn’t help but frown. He was always spoiling you beyond belief. “You promised the dinner was your only gift,”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Happy 1-year anniversary. You make me so happy and I really hope you’ll be so kind as to bless me with more years.”

You took off your mittens and took the boxes from him, your stomach in knots the entire time.

You felt so different. Your heart hurt.

You placed the boxes in your lap and Aone tried not to smile. You delicately untied both bows, removing the lids before gasping.

“Aone..........” you said quietly. “Oh, Aone, they are beautiful.”

Mountain man smiled. “You don’t have to wear them.....I just really wanted to gift them to you because—“

You interrupted him. “You don’t think I’d wear them?” You asked, hurt. Hurt for him because you could tell that he still felt that you were too good to be true.

“Well the promise ring m-might be too flashy, or the turtle might be seen as a little juvenile by your teammates, so—“

That did it.

Your heart broke.

It couldn’t be any more clear now.

You didn’t deserve this man.

“Aone.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. You willed yourself not to cry.

But this time it wasn’t tears of joy that almost fell the day he confessed, these were the truest of all types tears..... tears of sorrow.

Aone leaned down and brushed your hair out of your face so he could see your face. “Y/N? What’s wrong? I-I can always return them if you don’t like them.... it-it’s not a problem in the slightest—“

“—We need to break up, Aone.”

Freezing, Takanobu thought he hadn’t heard that.

He paused for a good ten seconds.

“W-what?” He asked, his voice cracking.

You refused to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you could say without bursting into tears. “I can explain more on a later date, but I’ve thought about it for a while, and that’s my decision.”

Aone’s heart shattered, instantly feeling like the world had been turned upside down on him. I mean sure, Aone thought maybe one day you’d realize you deserved better—but that’s why he spent every day devoting his time to treating you well so maybe you’d choose him.

He guessed he hadn’t been trying hard enough.

“I-is it something I did?” He took a deep breath. “Something I can change? Please,”

You shook your head, feeling the cold breeze of this winter night in your core. “Nothing you did. You’re amazing, Aone-san.“

“The-Then can you please reconsider—“

“No,” you choked. “Can we get off now? Please?”

Always listening to you, Aone shakingly pressed the button that let the Ferris Wheel operator know you wanted one final spin.

Which meant Aone had about 1 minute to change your mind while his whole world fell apart. He felt dizzy. He didn’t even know how he was still functioning, running on pure adrenaline, no doubt. He felt like this was another dream—no, a nightmare.

“If-if it’s something I did, Y/N, I sincerely apologize—“ He felt stupid to think you were actually enjoying yourself in a relationship with him.

You looked out into the skyline, directing your attention to the Japan night lights. The cold air quickly dried the single tear that escaped your eye.

“It’s nothing you did............” yet. Not until you realize you deserve so much better, You wanted to say.

“Then can I have one more chance? Please?”

Your boyfriend....no, ex-boyfriend threw everything he’s every heard from Futakuchi about being cool around his crush and begged for you. You were basically his world, the reason he’s truly lived a life of happiness and not just remained quiet and stoic like he used to be before you entered his life.

Aone stayed silent for a second and raked his brain for things he might have done to upset you. He couldn’t find one, but you wouldn’t do this for no reason, so he hated himself for not figuring it out.

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

All too soon, the ride came to an end and you handed the gifts back to him before quickly scrambling out of the Ferris wheel.

Aone took a second to stare at the necklace and ring before stumbling out after you, feeling like there was an extra thousand pounds on his chest as you walked away from him in the dark night. You two were in the empty parking lot of the Ferris wheel.

“Y/N..... at least let me drive you home!” He yelled, dropping the heated blanket and gifts on the snow. He was in so much pain he couldn’t hold onto anything.

“I texted Kusa. She’s coming.” You called back, not daring to turn around because if you did you would just jump into his arms.

Aone couldn’t stop the tears that welled up behind his eyes. He’d never felt this level of pain before. He would choose to endure going through the pain of losing his last volleyball game in 3rd year everyday if it meant he didn’t have to feel what he was feeling now.

Before he started crying—something he hasn’t done since he was maybe 7 years old—Aone ran over to you, stepping in front of you to beg one last time.

“Y/N. Can I at least still be in your life? As fr-friends, even?” He asked heartbrokenly, unable to cope with not being anything to you anymore and going back to loving you from afar. He wouldn’t be able to handle that.

You walked around him, wiping your face of cold tears that luckily blended in with the pelting downfall of snow. “Okay.” You had to say, unable to refuse such a broken man. “Friends.”

The word friend stopped Aone where he stood. It was the last word he heard you say before he confessed to you at the bowling alley exactly a year ago, and now it was the last word he heard you say after you crushed his heart in front of a Ferris Wheel...

You kept walking further and further away from this mountain man that was so internally destroyed, he couldn’t take another step.

❄️ ❄️

It was 40 minutes later when Kenji had reached the empty Ferris Wheel lot. He saw a mountainous figure drenched in snow, its head slung down and shoulders dropped as if he was at a funeral. Kenji ran over and threw a blanket over his best friend’s shoulders, basically pushing him toward his car because he could barely move himself. On the drive, Kenji turned all of the hot air vents toward Aone so that the heat was blasting on him. The shell of a man just stared out the window like he had no purpose. Futakuchi couldn’t help but go in best-friend-protective-mode, tossing questions at him:

“I had to GPS your location after Kusa texted me! What happened?! Did Y/N break up with you, on your anniversary?! Really?! Ughhhh I knew this would happen. Aone, I’m here for you, big guy. Okay? It was me, you and the team before her, and it will be us after her, even though our season is over. I’m here. Okay? Can you please talk to me so that I know you’re okay?”

Aone didn’t answer his best friend that night, and Kenji knew it would be that way. As we all know, he is great at predicting things.

But what Kenji didn’t predict, however, was that it would be two and a half weeks until Aone would speak to anyone.... again.

❄️

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A/N: I cried several times. Would love to hear y’alls thoughts

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writer168 · 5 years ago

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If you had to give a colour to everyone/MC in eight, what colours would they be? And flowers if you’re interested in that! 🌸🔸🔹🔻▪️◽️

Hmmm, that’s a really interesting question actually!

(long post, i got really into it lmao)

Sakura: King Protea and Purple

The King Protea symbolizes change and transformation, daring and resourcefulness, courage and diversity. It has a lot to do with Sakura and her journey from the Akatsuki to Konoha and back again, and a lot of Sakura’s issues stem from being brave enough to stand up for everyone she loves and being brave enough to change from what she was raised to be. Proteas were also named after Proteus, the son of the sea god Poseidon, so that’s extremely fitting considering who her father is. Purple is the color of royalty and also a sign of transformation, but also of mystery and cruelty. Sakura is a lot of things, and sometimes mysterious and cruel fit her perfectly.

Kiba: Gladiolus and Red

The Gladiolus flower is named for the shape of its leaves and symbolizes strength and moral integrity. Kiba is most definitely the most morally upstanding of his pack and the one who gets hit the hardest in the general sense. His outbursts in Orochimaru’s Lab and when they found out the truth of the Uchiha Massacre were proof of that, and it took all his strength to walk away from the Inuzuka when he picked pack over them. Red is anger and passion and aggression, and Kiba is easily controlled by his emotions and his drive to do the right thing.

Shino: Edelweiss and Brown

Edelweiss was the flower to give to your loved ones, though it wasn’t an easy flower to obtain. There were stories of men falling from icy ledges and snowy peaks trying to collect them and bring them back to the ones they loved. These flowers represent strength, bravery, and love, and there’s nothing Shino wouldn’t do for the pack he loves. It’s most notable when he stood up for his team during the Chuunin Exams, standing in front of Orochimaru and telling the man he would do anything for Sakura and Kiba and Akamaru. And he’d lost an eye for it, but he doesn’t hold any regret. Brown is more of the color symbolizing what Shino wants in life: warmth, foundation, wholesomeness, security. It’s what he strives for and what he desires most, for him and all of his loved ones to stay safe and warm.

Akamaru: Lavender and Orange

Lavender is the flower of silence, devotion, caution, grace. There’s the obvious language barrier between Akamaru and most of his pack even though he can understand every word that they say, but it doesn’t matter to him that they can’t understand him. Dogs, I think, are those companions that are always filled with love. And as long as they know you know that, there’s not a lot that they ask for. Orange is the color of energy and balance and warmth and a demand of attention; like I said, Akamaru is a dog. Even if he’s intelligent and trained and learned fear and revulsion from his month and a half at the Coliseum, at the end of the day, its pack that matters to him.

Tenzo: Anemone and Indigo

The Anemone is sort of a tragic flower. Its darker tones are ones of fading hope and the feeling of being forsaken, and hadn’t that been most of Tenzo’s life? He was an experiment who’d forgotten his name and the only one of his batch to survive. He was a tool for Orochimaru, for Danzo, for the village, and didn’t think much more than that. But Anemones also symbolize anticipation and excitement, and that’s pinpointed the moment Team Eight stepped into his life. These were kids who would remember his name and who he would come to care for; these kids had seen the truth and extended their hand, and he’d taken it. Not to mention the love he’d come to share with Kurenai because of this chance meeting. Indigo is the color of devotion, justice, and wisdom. He was first introduced as a character who justice forgot, and came to be someone wholly devoted to Team Eight.

Kurenai: Moss and Pink

Moss most certainly isn’t a flower, but that doesn’t mean it has any less meaning. Moss is symbolic of maternal love, and Kurenai is a strong kunoichi who time and time again had been shown to see Team Eight as her own kids. Of course she’s not infallible and her biggest mistake had been when she walked away because she couldn’t bare to see her own children die, but could you blame her? Everything she’d ever known had been turned on its head when these fresh-faced genin found out truths that weren’t meant to be known, and she was scared. But she’s slowly making up for that because just because she left doesn’t mean she’d loved them any less and this time, she’d made that decision to go with them this time. Pink is the color of love first and foremost, and in that inn room in Kusa, all she had was love for every single one in that room. A love that would have to expand after learning what Shino discovered from her health assessment.

Kisame: Purple Hyacinth and Blue

The Purple Hyacinth is regret. “I’m sorry,” and “Please forgive me,” are what these flowers would say if they could speak. Kisame isn’t a happy character in this story, not since the beginning of Hoshigaki, and certainly not now. He loves Sakura more than life itself, but every day he lives with the guilt of ruining her life. To him, Sakura lost her chance at any semblance of a normal life the moment he cursed her to the Akatsuki, and especially without her civilian mother as the last thread that could possibly hold her down to something normal, he’d unwittingly subjected her to all the horrors Akatsuki had to offer before he gave her up in hopes of her finding a better life. (And we all know how that went, so...) Blue is the color of peace, loyalty, skies, water, and depression. Kisame is level-headed, brutal, and a shinobi to be reckoned with. But he’s kind, and he’s guilty, and he loves Sakura so, so much, and he’ll never forgive himself.

#asks

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frywen-babbles · 7 years ago

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Would you consider doing a sequel to the Shingen jealousy piece? Not necessarily a romantic one, just one where Kenshin has the MC spirited away to Echigo, and she is slowly getting used to a life where she is surrounded by people who are kind to her and where she doesn't have to keep on her toes to avoid setting somebody off?

Continuation to this.

It takes a while for Hotaru to recognise the woman Lord Kenshin described to him. Not because Lord Kenshin couldn’t describe her but because the demure, timid woman he sees is so far from anything Lord Kenshin told him.

He visits at the pretence of seeing his brother. But seeing her proves to be far more difficult. She avoids him like she seems to avoid almost everyone else. She spends most of her time in Lord Shingen’s room, doing menial tasks like sewing.

The one time she seems to truly come alive is when he sees her in the kitchen. Suddenly, she has a bright smile on her face and the way she talks and laughs seems natural, happy, carefree.

He tells Lord Kenshin what he saw and his lord purses his lips together. He can’t quite place the emotion, it seems to be somewhere between anger and sadness. Lord Kenshin gives him a letter to deliver to her but doesn’t tell him what it says.

When he visits Kai and delivers the letter, she looks frightened. She thrusts the letter back at him without opening it and flees the room.

Lord Kenshin asks him to take her more letters but all of them are returned unopened. Until one time, she takes the letter with shaky hands and opens it. She scans the letter silently before giving it back to him. Her expression is guarded but he spies a sliver of hope before she speaks.

“Please tell Lord Kenshin I cannot accept his offer.”

It isn’t until many letters later, when he catches her crying, she reads the letter, trying and failing at stifling her sniffles, she hands him the letter and tells him to read it. At the end of the letter, there are a few words for him from Lord Kenshin, telling him exactly what to do.

She’s waiting for him in the place they agreed on. Her whole posture is rigid with nervousness and the thin, pressed smile she offers him does nothing to convince him otherwise.

The walk to their destination is long and hard, especially for someone who’s not used to travel. And when they reach the house they’re supposed to, she almost collapses at the doorway.

He makes sure she’s resting comfortably before he tries to leave. But she stops him, her voice filled with barely concealed worry.

“He won’t find me here, right?”

It’s the gentlest he has ever seen Kanetsugu being with anyone but Ai. He seems to be made of endless patience, something he never shows to Lord Kenshin, when she clings to his clothes, burying her face in his chest, voice filled with regret. She never manages to end her sentence, before Kanetsugu shushes her, holding her tight.

She binds her chest and dresses in men’s clothes like it’s something she’s done countless of times before. She ties her hair up in a high ponytail, her lips a determined thin line and when she’s done, there’s no sign of the vulnerable woman from moments before.

The new cook of Kasugayama castle is serious, quiet, never talking to anyone out of her own volition. She slips easily into her new life, performing her duties meticulously, retiring in her room as soon as her work is over.

The only ones who know of her true identity as a woman and as the lover of Takeda Shingen are Hotaru himself, Lord Kenshin and Kanetsugu. The later seems fond of her, the rest of the castle figuring the two serious, dedicated workers finally finding a kindred soul in each other.

At times she seems filled with regret, other times she’s filled with silent determination, filling her days with work from dawn to sunset. Some seem more bothered with it than others, especially Yochichi. Others tease him that maybe the new cook just doesn’t like him, but he looks crestfallen every time she avoids his eyes and leaves the room with nothing but a simple excuse.

Hotaru doesn’t understand why no one should know who she is, why she has to stay hidden. But he doesn’t question Lord Kenshin’s judgement. Still, seeing how lonely she must be, isolating herself from the others makes his heart ache and he wishes there was something he could do.

He knows just how lonely isolation can be.

He asks Kanetsugu to teach him how to make tea and Kagetsugu offers him kusa-mochi which he takes to her. She reluctantly lets him join her company on the veranda and sips her tea in silence. In silence, that lasts just until she takes a bite of a kusa-mochi. It makes her yelp and cover her mouth before she bursts out in a laugh. She apologises between fits of giggles but can’t stop laughing, her body trembling with the effort.

Hotaru thinks she looks absolutely stunning. Her laugh lights up her whole being and he wishes nothing more than to make her laugh again. Finally, she dries the tears from her eyes and turns to him, a bright smile on her face.

“These kusa-mochi are absolutely terrible, did you make them?”

Hotaru spies a small smile on her lips more often now. She doesn’t mind Kageie calling her a weirdo or Kagetsugu offering her kusa-mochi. And she spares a few words for Yochichi and for himself as well.

Sometimes, he catches her humming in the kitchen when she cooks, a happy carefree smile on her lips.

One night, he finds her sharing a cup of tea with Kanetsugu. She sips her tea, deep in thought.

“Is it really alright? For me to be here?”

The pain of loneliness is clear in her voice. So clear, Hotaru is sure Kanetsugu can hear it too. She’s pouring her heart out, all of her fears and doubts and Hotaru can’t stop listening.

Kanetsugu stops her. Tells her this is her home, for as long as she needs. That there are people caring for her, being there for her. Hotaru is sure she needs the words as much as he did.

Some time later, a voice, undoubtedly a female one, reaches his ears from the kitchen. It’s not so much the femininity but the desperation in it he pays attention to and he’s listening at the kitchen door before he even knows it.

“Please, don’t make me go back…!”

@enchantress96

#slbp #slbp fanfic #kirigakure hotaru #uesugi kenshin #takeda shingen #frywen writes #Anonymous #frywen asks

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fortheloveofcringe · 7 years ago

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COMPILATION OF KASAMDAN

// H

PREFACE BY THE EDITOR IN CHIEF

The prime purpose of this folio is not to prompt you to sulk and cry all day long, its purpose is to introduce you to the process of healing, and in the process of healing, we need to be aware of our “wounds”, our “KASAMDAN”.

Kasamdan, is a waray word for a collective number of wounds. And we believe we all have this in common.

The inspiration of this work of art roots from the famous line of John Green’s novel about the beautiful art of losing saying, “Pain demands to be felt”.

In the progression of life, we will inevitably stumble upon rocks that would leave us with permanent marks, maybe not in our skin, but in our minds. I’m not saying to keep grudges by reading this folio, grudges are poison by the way. What we want from you, dear reader, is to remember the warning of the difficult times that you may be able to prepare for battles. I want you to stand up and never be afraid of getting wounded, because most wounds, are worth it. I want you to question things and never be complaisant. Be observant. Remember the kind of people who have tried to bring you down, so you may be able to have the courage to stay away from them, because, common sense speaks; they don’t deserve your precious energy and time. Don’t let them steal it.

Remember that this world is never easy; no one promised easy to us. Learn from these wounds, feel the pain while it lasts because this is the only way for us to see ourselves, truly experiencing this version of reality. Always ask HIM to give the proper judgement.

Be human enough that you may be able to feel for others. Empathize but respect yourself enough to feel this work of art. Maybe, in a certain extent, I want to remind you that your pain in life is not unique, so get up, YOU ARE NOT ALONE WITH YOUR BATTLES. Relate and be ready for your healing, your “PAGHILOM”.

(P.S. Secret lang ha, PAGHILOM is the title of the sequel Folio for Kasamdan. HAHA)

-H, a wounded survivor.

1.Punggod

Ako hi Punggod.

Ako hi punggod nga iyo gintamay-tamay.

Ako hi punggod nga diri niyo kilala.

Ako hi punggod nga pirmi niyo gin-mumulay.

Ako hi punggod nga nag tinuok kada gab-i

Ako punggod nga nag-make-up basi bisan guti la maasi

Ako hi punggod nga nawad-an hin gana ha buhay

Kay ini nga kalibutan, para daw la kuno hit maghusay.

Ako hi punggod nga waray gin buhat kun-di magtrinabaho

Ako hi punggod nga sigi la, bisan iyo la gin loloko.

Ako hi punggod nga nagpakadiboto ha “Artistry”

Kay amo nala it nahatag ha akon hin kakusog, bisan duro na kakuri

Ako hi punggod nga waray katurog para mag review

Ako hi punggod nga sige’t surat bisan tak kamot mayda na kalyo

Ako hi punggod nga adi la gehap, na bubuhi pa

Kay ako hi punggod, didi ha tuna, mawawara man, pero ma-ato pa.

2.Mga Sugat (ESSAY)

Mahirap mag-move on. Sa iba, feeling nila, pag nasabi nila sa’yo na “Hoy, magmove-on ka na nga!” eh biglaan nalang mawawala sa isip mo yung mga gabing umiyak ka, yung mga araw na tulala ka, at yung mga panahong nasaktan ka, dahil nag-hope ka na kahit minsan sa buhay mo, mararamdaman mo na man lang yung tunay na pag-ibig.

Nasaktan ako. Marami nang nakasakit sakin. Maraming nang pangyayari ang nakasugat sa isip at puso ko. Mawalan ng ilang kapatid, tatay, mawalan ng trabaho, mawalan pag-asa sa taong mahal, mawalan ng gana sa buhay. Bawat patak ng luha sa mga mata ko ay syang hudyat ng aking nalalapit na pagsuko. Pero pinilit ko parin mabuhay kahit alam kong naglalakad ang aking sugatang kaluluwa sa harap ng iba dala ang ngiting hindi nila alam na may isinisigaw na paghingi ng saklolo.

Dumating rin sa puntong kahit nagbabasa lang ako ay mayroon nang anxiety, dahil kahit napakaliit lamang na bagay ay iniiyakan ko na. Kahit anong nababasa ko, naririnig ko, o nakikita ko ay sadyang kumukurot sa isip at puso ko kapag naaalala ko ang mga taong at pangyayaring nagbigay sa akin ng mga sugat na ito. Hindi ko alam na magiging mahapdi pala ang sugat sa ating kaluluwa.

Masakit kasi isipin na may mga bagay talaga na kahit anong dasal at kahit anong puyat, pagod at effort, eh, di talaga mapapasa’tin. Yun kasi ang buhay. At kailangan nating itatak sa isip natin, na walang nag-promise sa atin, unang-una sa lahat, na magiging madali lang mabuhay, kaya let go of the expectations kung ayaw mong ma disappoint.

Sinabi ko na lamang sa sarili ko na huwag nang mag-isip masyado. Na hayaan ko na lamang na ang mga bagay-bagay ay mangyari. Total alam ko namang hindi ko makokontrol ang kahit ano dito sa mundo, bukod sa isip ko. Nagdasal na lamang ako ng taimtim sa Maykapal at sa ngayon, iba na ang dasal ko. Hindi na ako humingi ng kahit ano paman lalo na ang lovelife, hiningi ko nalang na sana’y bigyan niya pa ako ng lakas at panahon, para maghilom ang mga sugat at ako’y makalaban muli sa buhay.

Hindi man perpekto o plantsado, kahit araw araw ay mayroon paring pagsubok, natutunan ko na ngayong huminga ng maluwag. Nalaman ko na sa bawat sugat na nasa isip, puso at balat ko, na ako’y malakas pala, mas malakas pa sa aking inaakala. Nalaman ko na dapat pinipili ko ang aking mga laban at ako’y nararapat lang na magbigay ng atensyon sa mga bagay na makakapagpabuti sa aking buhay at pagkatao. Nalaman ko na ang pag-ibig ay dadating nalang nang kusa dahil lahat ng bagay na pinipilit ay nakakasakit lamang.

Magdasal ka sa Diyos na bigyan ka ng strength. Yun lang. Wag mo husgahan ang sarili mo. Hayaan mo ang mundo, at gumalaw ka ng naayon sa kagustuhan mo, dala ang kabutihan at pagkakuntento. Wag mong isipin na porket nasugatan ka ay hindi ka na makakalaban pang muli. Hayaan mong maramdaman mo ang sakit at hapdi, dahil ito ang magtuturo sa’yo ng mga mahahalagang bagay na dadalhin mo hanggang sa inyong pagtanda.

3. Songs About You

Dear Love, I’ve made a serene playlist

Made up of nostalgic tunes from the day we first kiss

The love we shared and the love we held so dear

Listen to these my love, now that the blue sky is clear

I stopped crying three moons and three suns ago

Because you’ve made me smile even if you’ve left me with sorrow

I remember the laughter, the coffee, and the anime’ talk

I remember the happy silence when went out for a walk

Dear Love, how’s your job? Are you okay and happy?

I wanted to make you sandwiches, and lemonade with honey

But now, the bed’s cold, I’m alone and you’re gone

I stare at the door, waiting for you to prove me wrong.

That love is temporary, and all things die dry

Even if the earth will be filled with stories, still the heavens cry

Try to remember how it feels to love so deep

I cry with this playlist at night, hoping to get some sleep

4. In the Place of You and Me

Pain like we painted pain

Wounded like we wanted wounds

Skies like the swollen eyes

Tears like we never knew what we fear

In the place of you and me

The stars scream of sad lies

Whispers to myself

Letters to your playful heart

Choices we make,

choices we break

Love in the faced the fake

Till the heart burnt at stake

Running and running

While truth starts hovering

Make me feel better

By making me feel worst

5. To Him

Broke some hearts, but you made up mine;

Eat your damn pride, my love and sunshine;

Needed you then, my summer valentine.

Cheat on hearts, and you’ll probably die;

Enjoy the breeze, my curly haired moon and sky;

Live my love, please live, live like you’ll never ever cry.

Remember your siblings, make an adoring family;

Even if you forget me, Always, here I’ll be;

You thought of me as nothing, but you’re still everything to me.

6. Fill in the Blanks

Crossword minds, talks of scrabble

Fainting broken heart, a running mouth that babbles

First date, first try, please never say a dry goodbye

So I got a picture of both of us, in a rainy dim sky

I gave you a letter and now I want to know what you think

Did I displease or please you? I think my soul is going to sink

You spoke to me of sentences like fill in the blanks

But here, right now, all I can say is my heartfelt trembling “thanks”

Thanks for the summer sun, the summer rain, and the summer fun

Thanks that you cured a lonely heart, that thought happy was gone

Thank you for the ICE CREAM, the little giggle from your wise mouth

It may be so soon, but you’ve change me and I’m done with feeling doubt

And so here we are now, back to life and back to reality

You’re working till 5, and my articles aren’t yet ready

I get reminded of the simple joy, of the love I cannot have

Looked through the glass window, somehow I don’t feel sad.

7. PAASA

Alam kong mali and sobrang pagmamahal

Tiwala’y wala, pakiramdam ba’y parang nasasakdal

Pinilit kong mabuhay, Sa pag-iisa nakikita ang kulay

Ngunit nakita kita, At ang ngiti ng yong mga mata ay buhay

Sinabi ko gabi-gabi, sana’y di ako umibig

Pagkat alam ko’y luha lang ang mananaig

Pero bakit sa tuwing umaga, Karlo ang bukambibig

Parang wala sa katinuan, ikaw na ang aking daigdig.

Ginawa ko ang lahat, mapalapit lang sayo

Pati mga kaibigan ko’y nawalan na sakin ng respeto

O ang pag-ibig ba’y sadyang ganito

Nakakalimutan ang lahat, pati ang sarili ko

Ngunit isang gabi tinapat na kita,

Ano na ba ito?, may patutunguhan pa ba?

Akala ko kasi, sabi mo’y kamahal-mahal ako

Yun pala’y may laman na, ang puso mong bato

Hinayaan mo akong umiyak,

ngumiti ka na para kang pumatay at nakasaksak

Itim na mga bulaklak,

pagmamahal ay nawalan ng halimuyak

Alam kong mali and sobrang pagmamahal

Tiwala’y mas wala, pakiramdam ba’y parang nasasakdal

Sinugat mo Karlo, ang puso at isip ko

At kailanma’y di ko na gustong, umasa ng ganito.

8. Sweet Cruelty

Once a joyous heart running through the wild

Loving every breeze of the wind, seawater’s mild

Wake up in the middle of suns and moons

Life is her piece of diamond teeth, stark and sleepy noons

Let go of the childish things for one day it’s the end

She burned all the dolls and turned pink to black she bend

Enter thousands of doors, signed papers and she scores

But later before she sleeps her tears never gets her bored

Would this be reality? To let go of my inner self

To hide it and suffer for this world to be sane

Can’t let go of the past but future I need to be

Why did I end up facing this sweet cruelty?

9. Is This the Price?

Is this the price of being on Top? Hurtful words from mean people?

Is this the price of being too good? Abused and underestimated like I’m simple?

Is this the price of having an unconditional heart? Broken always?

Is this the price of the life that I wanted to restart? Hard and insane days?

They said to be everything, nothing you should become,

I wanted to please all, and my bosses had me done

I’m still in the office, late and it’s past eight

They say I’m an asset, but is this the price of my fate?

To have no life at all and these papers are my rates?

I messed up once and I said I wanted to sort out my life

I wake up to prepare for them and carry their strife

Every day I let people use me, even if my muscles are tired

I said my love for them, would cover it all

But is this the price to be good and feel short of respect at all?

Graces had been said and love has been given

All I wanted was to do good and always be even

But I’m afraid one day;

these hardships will take my sweetness away

Is this the price of life? Should I waste it away?

10. FEARLESSLY

I have decided that I need to be aware of the fact that every day, I’m dying, little by little, and so along with that decision, was the idea to tell myself every moment, with a brave little whisper, to LIVE FEARLESSLY.

I may not be the very best version of myself right now; I can still change, for better or for worse.

I realized that I could not let any second pass by, spending it with listening to people, who doesn’t help me grow into the light of myself. That I can’t allow the creation of disruption to myself caused by words and people carelessly pulling me down to the black hole of messy misery.

Seems cold, but this is self care. The spiritual journey of a human is never always about being nice, it’s about being truthful and honest, that way you can really conserve your energy and consume it to the experiences worth of your hours as a living human being.

11. Free from your Ghost

Unless I remove your number, I’m never free from your ghost

Unless I delete all the pictures, I’m never free from your ghost

Unless I unfriend you, I’m never free from your ghost

Unless I stop thinkin’ bout you, I’m never free from your ghost

Days and nights spent crying I could fill up a water balloon

Your face unwelcomed, knocking on my mind like the sun and moon

I sleep in silence and remember your smile

I just want to punch myself, this has been a trouble for a while

if I change my mind, I could be free from your ghost

Uif I accept the facts, I could be free from your ghost

Maybe the memories wouldn’t haunt me around anymore

If I just make up my mind, move on, cuz I can’t take this, no more

12. Scratching Scabs

I run fast, summer wind, sunset child heart

Smiles all year, no sorry tears, loving apple pie tarts

I see, I feel, I dream, I draw all my happy screams

Afternoon sleeping, but I feel like a rainbow sunshine beam

Then soon a teen, think fast, solve, and ace the tests

But little heart in my ribs whispers of television kisses when I rest

Looking for the dream one by spring, red balloons glittering had flown

Still driving for these love letters like the road is already known

Got back home one day, seems like winter, letters replied by no’s

I said, “Why and how, when I feel like I did my all”, but it’s a no.

Threw a plate in a wall, pieces flew, cut me open and I bleed a sorry song

“Where’s the child that ran so fast, with the summer wind that’s strong”

I dried tears every night by sleep; an adult waking up in a cold room

See pictures of your face, and the flowers dried up that used to bloom

Its gray and its fall, wondering why my heart, now, feels so small?

It feels like a scab, soon scratched, will bleed, but feels nothing at all.

13. Para kay, Papa(TAY)

Nawala ka noong ako’y bata pa.

Hindi ko alam ang tunay na luha,

Pero ngayon ay nadarama ko na.

Sana lumaki ako ng kasama kita.

Mga araw na walang magtatanggol

Sa mga lait nilang aking iniiyak na lamang na para akong sanggol.

Mga meeting na walang umaattend dahil naghahanap buhay si mama,

At ikaw, ay wala nang talaga.

Minsa’y naiingit, “buti pa sila, may ama” ang laging sambit

Dumaan sa mga pagsubok, sa sarili’y nagagalit

Kailangan ko maging matapang, dala ang iyong pangalan

Dahil baling araw, ika’y aking mapaparangalan.

Mga kaibigan kong katulad ko na wala naring ama,

Sana’y malaman niyo na balang araw sila’y ating makikita.

Nawala man sila noong tayo’y bata pa,

Ngunit, kasama natin sa paglaki natin ang ating mga ama, kahit nawala man sila.

14. HALLUCINATIONS OF PEACE

It’s just Wednesday and I’m already in a spin

My hearts on fire and my mind seems dim

Dreaming of lighthouse views, I want a genuine grin

But life’s real hard, and June skies scream grim

I want to succeed, I want to grow and soar

But this test paper is such a lying gore

All my life, news of hate make me bored

Still people throw bullets and then do deceit roars

Why does peace feel like a weird hallucination?

Will it ever be mine and in my intuition?

Keep them off my mind for my salvation

I want to live fully, without any hesitation.

15. BURNED THE RICE

I was supossed to make you feel something I poured out the unclean waters I was supposed to see everything But the little rocks hid deep in the waters I was supposed to put out the flame Then I saw myself lighting up another match Dinner dish cooked in vain of my name Together with the rice and the fresh fish catch Boiling bubbles, sharp words of deceit I prepare the plates and I see you sit Salad of lies, tossed as you eat The rice has burned and dropped knives to my feet What kind of love it is? If man punches his rose I said to the blood, this is the last dinner I’ll host Suffocation, hatred and bruises led me here Now choke and die, poisoned food for my husband dear.

16. ONE-SIDED LOVE

I have been nothing but good to you I have been dancing in flames just to please you Where will this lead if you let my heart bleed And you sing songs of me being bad for you I wake up each day to make you fully love me babe I think of you more than the times I eat in a day I think of you more than the times I’ve said I’m okay. I can have it all, yet I can never have you at all.

17. HAIKU’S

FACEBOOK FRIENDNIVERSARY

Napaka Saklap

Hanggang Friendniversary

Lang pala tayo

INTERNAL HOMOPHOBIA

Sino ka ba J?

Mang-api pa ba ng gays

Gay ka rin naman.

BUTAS BULSA

Bakit ang sakit

Kapag wala nang pera

Kaysa sa lovelife

CYCLOPS THE CHIKADORA

Magtrabaho ka

Puro ka chismis, miss A

M.Y.O.B. Please.

18. I AM THE KATZENJAMMER

The red and blue sirens scream my silent guilt I hide in the shadows of glass shattered gasps The walls of pain, saying sorry that I built The strangest synonyms of my broken past I cry for the moon and stare at the fiery sun Cracked lines of my dry observations rally and run In my head, in my soul, the rusty dagger goes deep Silence these thoughts so I can get some sleep I kissed the flame of troubles and bad fear For death feels like the only dream thats near Dark blue oceans of flying numbers and words When will I leave this gray cynical world? Now every step I make brings sore, ugly hell To the doors of the lives I can lavishly retell Jagged pieces of memory in the cold lonely rain I wish I wasn’t like this, I hope I’m not insane.

19. CURSED MY CROWN

And so you see me crying and you win

You brought me to my knees and I gave in

Words like knives, you carelessly cast me down

Is this the curse of wearing this damned crown?

All the while I was doing nothing but good

People should mind their own business as they always should

But your mouth and mind just can’t be shut

You keep harrassing me, and keep filling me with doubt

I want to do good, but why are you this mean?

Did you have a rough childhood, and to me you’re lashing it in?

I want peace and wars I shall end

For I am queen and king even if you want me dead and bent

Throw your cannonballs to a mighty shining sun

For light you can’t stand, you evil, drastic, mediocre clown

What I built with love and beauty, you have to ruin with your mouth

We’ll both see one day, who goes down south

It always begins with an unholy tongue

The curse you brought to my crown is what I frown upon

Devilish motives of your heart I forgive

But under the eyes of God, what you deserve you shall recEIve.

20. DECEITFUL LOVER

Bark to the void, you’re a clean heart you say But all that is done are for traps that you lay You believe in human nature, but inside you disagree As you can never give love, to one that’s not pretty Spread the word of Love, for a lover you want to claim But deep in the shadows, your judgments will stay same The paradox is so; you seem to be good, But where does your heart lie, for a creature like me whose made of wood? Count our stars now, and speak that you detest me For you always have and you always will be the silent insanity The farce and the game you play will be done For providence will gobble you up, when the point has come.

21. MGA “WAG” Pag may crush

a. Wag kang masyadong pabibo. May mga taong madaling ma-intimidate beh. Baka isa dun si cras.

b. Wag mo idaan sa sulat ang feelings mo. Kung feeling mong romantic yon, pwes di na gumagana sa mga taong ungrateful yan.

c. Wag kang cliché. Gulatin mo siya. Sabihin mong gago siya. Hindi yung mga cute or gwapo lines. Inaamag na mga linyahang ganyan.

d. Wag kang pabebe. Tang na loob. Di bagay sa’yo

e. Wag kang magkuwento ng kahinaan.

f. Wag kang umasa. Tas maninisi ka na pinaasa ka kahit wala naman. Lul!

g. Wag kang plastic. Sabihin mo kung nahurt ka sa mga salita o kilos niya. Hindi yung, okay lang ng okay kasi crush mo.

h. Wag kang touchy. Creepy yon baliw.

i. Wag kang uminom nang dahil lang sa lalake tas pumasok ng hangover at magpakachaka sa school. Di magandang picture yon frend.

j. Wag kang mangulit. Yaan mo siya. Kung para siya sayo, you don’t have to try hard.

k. Wag kang mag-imagine ng kung ano ano. Chill lang please. Hirap sa’tin mahilig pangunahan lahat eh. Tas iiyak. Logic plz.

l. Wag na wag kang gumawa ng playlist for him. Maalala mo siya mas lalo sa mga songs. Sige ka sayang yung mga fave songs mo mababahiran ng sakit, sugat at hinagpis.

m. Wag mo siya i-drawing kung artistic ka. Di rin yan na-aapreciate (kahit sabihin nila na naapreciate daw, lul!) Pinagod mo lang sarili mo.

n. Wag kang mag-aya lumabas pag umuulan. Connect the dots please.

o. Wag mo siyang masyadong tingnan. Magpokus ka nyeta ka. Sayang ang uno sa klase. Marami na kaming tanga wag ka na dumagdag please.

p. Wag mo alamin lahat ng bagay tungkol sa crush mo. Hindi magiging kayo kung alam mong nagbakasyon sila sa Singapore noong 17 siya at tinuli siya nung summer of 2008. Wag ganon. Ibang kabaliwan na yan.

q. Wag kang bobo sa pag-ibig. Wag magpaka Top-Notcher sa pagpapakatanga, walang lisensya yan.

r. Wag magkunwari. Mas nagugustuhan tayo, kung tayo’y nagpapakatotoo. Bow!

22.LONELY BED

I guess I’ll be spending the rest of my nights in this lonely bed. Nothing but the sound of the rain on this lonely bed. Wishes of mornings with you by my side in this lonely bed. Wish I could stop the tears right now cause my eyes are red. See you smiling like the sun in the gates of summer See you crossing your eyebrows like this world is sweet and sour See you staring at the window watching lonely towers Days gone by and my heart is eaten by the passing hours Where will you go? I wanna know, cuz all of the things just seem so miserable, Where will we be? Do I wanna be? But my mind and heart is not free and baby youre not, ever ever ever for me. Guess I’ll spending all my nights on a sorry sing along With a guitar on my head just to make a emotionally coherent song Wished of mornings by your side in this lonely head Guess I’ll be spending all my nights on this lonely bed.

23. BEAUTIFUL HELL (SHORT STORY)

He woke up on a dim sobbing sky in June and he decided to turn his computer on. He was watching "The Ice Cream Show" then he stares at the foggy window. He fixes himself some food as he sees a mirror of himself through the H-guy, tue protaginist, from the images of a manga on play. He smiles. Days pass and the wheels of vans and jeeps to school from home just seemed so rudimentary. Teachers and papers didn’t seem much exciting. He just wanted to shake up his gray, cold earth that mimicks the life of his "role model". Then he saw "Her". He wasn't sure about what he was about to do. He just kept insisting on his mind that his Ice Cream Show fantasy was about to breath and speaks in flesh. The gamer boy falls in love. He sees Eru through her. The way she smiles. The way she is. The way he felt for her was another dimension. And in a cold summer rain of sobbing skies, he saw sunlight. He approached her. "Hi" he says. And soon enough he has found himself thinking that she needs to be part of him. They needed to be together. Or so he thinks. The streets of Tacloban was filled with walking empty faces. He knew that every after game, he just wanted to be beside his Eru girl That the roads crossed were nothing as long as he gets her presence, he just keeps on following her. The screams of doubt are however, running wild. Love is never ever enough, though. Eru girl had plans. He was too young for her. She was too dedicated with her life that she wanted to give back the love through friendship. He screams and they whisper, she talks and her friends screams. The world shifts and scenes happen. The mess of holding hands, walking together on the dim sky while the love was ready just never painted a good picture. Circles of "I promise" and "I need you" kept walking through lying mouths and filtered ears, up until it was dryly exhausting. So the road diverts and soon the story he ought to tell the world, patterned to Hyouka, just has never conceived anything like dreamt of. It was neither a nightmare nor a sweet dream, the nothingness was his hell, and they became everything to nothing. So he woke up on a dim sobbing sky in June, decided to turn the computer on and played. He played differently but through the same sad soul. He’s smart, he learned. But his knees were kissing. He graduated with hopes both dying and blooming. Days pass and he, now works. Wondering why he never got through and true... with his beautiful hell.

24. Payaso

Isang masayahing katauhan Malayo sa impyerno at sakit ng buhay Pulang labi at ilong na kasing bilog ng buwan Hari ng mga nakakatawang salaysay Ngunit bawat makukulay na ngiti niya’y ikinubling luha Bawat araw na siya’y ngumingiti, kabiyak ay pagluksa Dahil ang kanyang pagkabuhay ay siya rin pagkamatay Ng batang minsang puno ng pagkadalisay Payaso ngayo’y ako, at yaong bata ay ako Iniwan ko ang aking sarili dahil sa malupit na mundo Lahat ng biro ko ay sigaw ng paghingi ng saklolo Dahil hindi na kaaya-aya ang buhay na ito.

25. tomorrow (japan)

I was scared to know, scared to fall When come around, I stand tall I wouldn’t flinch, I couldn’t inch Any move to break my wall I saw you love me, but I couldn’t love you Because I knew in the end, you’ll just leave me too And that day came that i feared My heart cut opened and I was seared The blood of your love, I cry in my heart You got tired of me, for she’s now your revered. A few years lost, My job ends at five I saw your face on the sunset dive It’s when I realized I lost it all The love you gave just couldn’t be revived Then a Facebook message, My heart beats fast It's you since forever, but this was your last You're leaving for Japan tomorrow morning With a wife and a kid, my heart at blast. Why did I ever let you go? I knew I should’ve said I love you so But now it’s all to late, I say "have a safe trip" Forever is real, for forever my heart is ripped.

26. SAMAD

Sana, maibalik ko pa an panahon Adto ka na ha iya, waray na ako higugmaon Kada gab-e, pagtinuok la tak buruhaton Kay gin sayang ko an panahon nga para unta ha aton Napabay-an ko na gud an akon kalugaringon Nawarayan hin gana han tanan na hirimu-on Tak kasing-kasing, samad ngan bagan na lubong Kay sala ko man, kun kay ano nawara, ikaw ha akon. Yana nakikit.an ta ikaw nga malipayon Ngan it mas masakit pa kay diri agi ha akon Sana maklimtan ta ikaw dayon Kay ini nga sakit, diri irilubon.

27. Kill And Ruin Love, Odysseus

You killed me without saying any word. You turned me to a fireball, then into a rock, icy and cold. You’re company made me happy; I thought I lost blue, But it’s painful also, for all I’ve done, was nothing to you. I asked you to kill me, if this is going to be the end, Still you continue to break what’s left, the silence you send, Your Cheshire cat smile, you say you don’t mean to offend, But I know you know I’m broken, yet, you still ignore me and pretend. All I wanted was to always talk to you. I wanted to figure out; I wanted to know you from you. But you treat me like nothing, so nothing I become, If that brought you pleasure, I’d just get up in tears and run. I stop to persist, because I’m frozen in waters, Tomorrow I might drown; tomorrow I will still suffer, The perfect storm is alive; the winds in my wake are throwing me. Into the hallow shell, that you hoped I would be.

28. Sunny Days

Mud Pies, climbing up Mango Trees, Run through the grass fields, breathe and see, Sunshine on my hair, Scratches on my knee, I feel so awake, and I feel more than free. Rainy days were good, I’m a pluviophile, I made Paper Mermaids and let them sink in a while, The Paper angels were acting up too, Burn the demons with match-sticks and glue. Night comes along and My Barbie’s hair is dry, I’m eating the corn from our cornfields ply, My Mama is writing lessons, my brother’s have slept away, I’m still awake, wondering, tomorrow’s another day. I panicked, awake and cold, it’s just another sweet memory, I’m here on this dark room, my shift starts by three, I’m away from my family, I have to get up and work, The actuality kicks in, I'm pierced by a giant pitchfork.

29. Acid and Red

My Little Darling, It’s been a while since we talked, Leave me alone you said, Tonight, I cried and walked, My Little Darling Boy, I might say I’m not over you, Because now, you’re hands are cold, and I’m staring at you. After that night, after I fight, I knew, and knew what was coming through, After I died, after I tried, I knew, it’s new and to end you is what I want to do. See on that side, that’s your girl, lying cold on the floor, Now you’re really a twosome, but I don’t feel so sore, See on the right, that’s a drum of acid, and a heavy metal gore, I’ll fix it together with our memories on the score. I sweat of danger, and black and silent mind, My true self now, I can never ever find, You buried it before I had the chance, Now I rise from my death, now you’re at my last glance. I plant the knife on you’re sorry little heart, My Darling Little Boy, you shouldn’t have broken my heart, Now I love you even more, I wished we’ve had more conversations, But alas! This night, is my night of revelations. And now, it’s morning, in pieces you have melt, With your little whore, whose love you never felt, What have you DONE TO ME, is what I did to you Now I burn off everything, and go to hell with YOU.

30. Dear Big Brother

I’m so sorry, I wasn’t near I was worried, covered in fear But now you’re gone, your sight can’t be found How I wish you’re still around I miss you Big Brother, I miss your cruel jokes The time we laughed so hard and spit out bubbles of coke But now, all I see is a glowing flatline The doctors did everything, they said it’s fine Why aren’t you breathing Your stomach’s not moving I wish your just sleeping Crying now, I miss you smiling I hope you’re okay “there” I still feel you in the house, everywhere Thank you for the memories, I’ll see you one day The tears have dried, but I’ll miss you everyday.

31. Four Walls

All my breathing, I’ve never been so sure If I’ll make it out alive; even there’d be no cure Sad heart I see you crying, I’ll let you be For one day the game ends, there’s no need to see And he bask on the energy he threw me into What I see from my past, a hollow of two People and places never stay the same They take your heart now, but only pain I have claimed The sun arises; it burns all that’s left And the tragedy now, is to ask “what is left?” The rain will scream, the forests will cry For all they have known, is that someday I’ll die I like how I think though, it’s negative and raw They say it’s a bad thing, but what bad does good draw? I see no pleasure in being a conforming prick Wake up now, or you’ll be swallowed by bricks.

32. July Goodbyes

I see your resist, getting gone from me It's like a gum, stuck beneath your tee But I’m just a shadow, they speak about my name I tell you this Mr. K, I can never be tamed. Your ghost haunted me for more than forty days Yet I'm the one who's dead, in tears I restlessly lay I hear your humming, I see you raising your eyebrows You talk to me when I'm sleep, I awake in silent growls You've never done anything, and that's the problem, I deduce that you loathe me, don’t know what you said to them, I never really cared; all I wanted was your presence, Be my calming words, when my storms are insistent. But you never gave me a chance, you don't like risks Maybe that's why; you're living with such lists I never understood, how a being can be scared When he only lives on a silent verve, he can never be spared. Now be a man, as you aver yourself to be You don't need flowers, or chocolates or tea Go perceive the unknown, move out of common mold For I guarantee you, you'll only get jaded when you're old.

33. Wayward Thoughts

All I know is something's different again. It’s just every time you wake up, every single memory is all part of a very unforgivable and permanent yesterday. Everything you remember is now past. I hate sudden changes. Regardless of the fact on how I used to ask for it to occur. Everything for only a while and the rest is unknown. These moments I treasure like someone’s going to take it away from me. It’s been really hard every night there’s no star in sight, I love stars. They make me feel different and directed when I see them, all hanging in front of a vast universe ready to shower me hope in the darkness of this world. It’s like my useless mannerism (talking to the stars) yet very relevant to my drowning system. I have to keep these moments. Just them; Sad and Perfect. They both change me, suddenly.

34. Shades of Clouds

Grey, on a rainy day, grave and treacherous Amid the drops, on foot towards the dangerous Only to feel and feed my sorrow Howling through the streets of red, green and yellow Bright, on a silly blue sky, as happy as a fruity tune Reminds me of Ferris Wheels and the sunshine of June Summer on my skin, Glasses shaped of hearts Sweet soul smiling, like the moment of a fresh start Dark at night, Blind as love It’s the fluffy noir bed, of the stars above Little dream catcher, bring me a play For tonight my reveries will take the pain away Lilac, Pink, and Tangerine creams Sun goes down, forever in my dreams The dusk owns my heart; it’s my love and my view Each end of the day, is a chance for something new Now I see clouds, like my short funny life One day I’m crying, the next day I’m on hype Teach me how to fall, teach me how to feel Shades of clouds, they tell me what’s real.

35. Water Colors

Purple Adoring you felt like a warm blanket during a thunderstorm, sanctuary made of stone. Black & White I always took photographs of you, for I feared that I might lose you, and I'll be all alone. Blue You made me feel bliss, but you also made me sad. Shadow cries of sorrow. Red I cherished you so hard, that I forgot to love myself, and sadness now I know. Orange The morning I let go of you, for I love you, and you need to be free from my ghoul. Yellow That you find the girl with the yellow umbrella, and she'll bring delight to your soul. That will everlastingly, bring me happiness too.

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Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #9 (NSFW)

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A/N: I want everyone to meet my OC Katana drawn by @gothicbitkh 🖤HERE. Next two outtakes are not NSFW, but the drama begins omfff. Explicit smut below!

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From Steamy Hot Tub to The Bedroom With Your Boyfriend 🛁 🔥

“Oh my God it’s soooo hottt,” Kusa groaned as she slipped into the tub, you and Katana following.

Koganegawa and other boys were already sitting in and upon hearing Kusa he leaned in to quietly say to Kenji,

“Yes.... yes you are....” to which Kenji agreed.

Futakuchi couldn’t help but smirk because being the true player that he was he definitely loved seeing smoking hot cheerleaders in bikinis enter his tub.

The music’s volume had lowered and the songs changed to chiller songs like The Weeknd, the tiki lamps turned on. The 30 or so people left were spread out, some chilling on the outdoor couches, some in the pool for night swimming, some by the outdoor fire place, which left you, Kusa and Katana and some other cheerleaders in the giant steaming-hot hot tub.

You had been drinking, not too much as Aone would have stopped you being the perfect boyfriend he is, but just enough to get you happy drunk.

You looked over at your boyfriend who was sitting alone on the far end of the hot tub. He looked angry like he always did, but you knew he was probably just tired from this long day. (Nah he was just horny as shit lol).

You watched him as you slipped your body in the hot water, both of you burning holes into each others figures. While he had finally removed his shirt before coming into the hot tub half an hour ago, you could never get used to seeing your man shirtless. You along with every girl in this party had their tongues wagging when he finally removed his top. But only you could properly admire him.

This chiseled mountain man had the body of Aqua Man: broad shoulders, deized biceps, a chest so hard and muscular it made you dizzy with lust to look at, and of course his legendary 8-pack that any girl was lucky to see once among three years at Date Tech. God, he was so fucking hot. How had you not noticed before?!

a reminder of what zaddy aone looks like shirtless:

As you checked him out, Aone checked you out: his eyes zoning in on where your nipples are supposed to be, seeing the water caress just under your tits. Then when you submerged yourself under and came up with your hair wet, Aone sucked in a small breath.

As the other good looking people began a game of drunk truth or dare that you knew your bf wouldn’t take part in, you played for a bit getting more drunk. Having had a few drinks himself because you wanted him to have a bit, Aone didn’t know the drinks would make him one of those silent-drunks. But he was glad to be so calm. He just chilled and had both arms spread out on either ledge, staring at you openly with lust filled eyes. You wanted him to fuck you so bad, and he wanted to—too. He was enjoying how good the warm water felt on his sore muscles and he was enjoying even more how dead sexy you looked in your bikini. Life was good. Even in the slight darkness you could see the outline of his muscular arms as they were spread, which made you think very very dirty thoughts.

Aone’s arms were spread like:

“Koganegawa, truth or dare.” Katana asked.

Katana:

Kanji’s eyes lit up. “Ummmm dare.”

“I dare you to tell us why you donated to our fundraiser 3 times after Kusa asked?” Katana laughed.

Everyone looked over at Kusa, who was shyly covering her face and smiling nervously. Koganegawa looked mortified, but up for the challenge. “The reason? Duh. She’s smoking hot, and I kind of have a crush on her.” He answered.

“Oh my god!!!” The girls screamed, and from afar, Aone noticed Futakuchi glaring at his setter. Hm, Aone thought Kenji would be proud.

“My turn. Futakuchi-senpai, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Always.” He snapped, seeming to be a little pissed about something.

“I dare you to give Katana two hickies on her neck.”

Kenji smirked. “No problem,”

“I miss Aone,” you pouted to Kusa during the game.

“Aw, baby,” she giggled, tipsy. “He’s over there. He looks like he misses you too.”

“Aone misses you allllll the time, Y/N.” Futakuchi answered, bringing Katana closer to him to kiss her neck for the dare.

“But I can’t leave the game!” You whined, making Aone smirk from afar. Everyone knew how competitive you were and it was just another thing that attracted Mountain Man to you. When you were drunk, your competitiveness and lostiness spiked, which Aone thought was adorable. He had you all to himself once he left this party, so he didn’t mind.

Katana giggled as Kenji left pleasurable kisses on her neck. She knew you were a horny-drunk and she wanted to help. “Why don’t you be a good friend and truth or dare her to do something to him, then?” She offered.

Kenji nuzzled his nose into the cheer captain’s neck, speaking. “Dare or Dare, Y/N?”

You beamed, drunk. “Dare.”

“I dare you to go over to your boyfriend and show him how much you miss him when he’s all the way on the other side of the tub.”

You excitedly swam over to Mountain Man in your drunken state. He didn’t move from his original position, looking like a total bad boy that you shouldn’t approach.

God, he’s so hot, you thought. You just wanted to be near him.

God, shes so hot, Aone thought at the same time, as he watched you come over. While it has gotten easier to not drop everything and stare at you like Aone did when he was crushing big time, he still enjoyed it to be honest. Sitting back and relaxing, he watched his girlfriend speak vibrantly to her friends, your gorgeous lips moving then settling in a pout... looking so kissable....damn. When he heard Kenji’s dare he’d been sightly alarmed but it didn’t show. You were supposed to show him how much you missed him......? Hell yes.

Aone flicked his eyes down to the way the bikini material clung to your body so well that he could tell exactly where your nipples were. Mountain man bit his bottom lip watching them move when you jump-pouted, missing him and excited about the dare. He literally felt like he was in one of his wet dreams.

When you climbed into his lap, feeling the water woosh toward him, his dick reminded him he wasn’t in a dream because your skin felt too real on his. You sat down on his lap normally, facing the same direction as him and Aone felt the pressure of your practically bare ass on his dick. Keeping his hands away from you in fear of what he might do, he leaned his head down to kiss your hair from behind.

“Y/N. You know I’ll need you to get off me soon.” He said huskily, sending shivers down your spine.

“No. I was dared to show you how much I miss you.”

Before Aone could react you turned around and began nibbling on his ear and Aone just sat there, wondering how long it would take for this party to end so he could ravish you—whether that be in real life or in his dreams tonight. You trailed both of your soft hands over his strong arms and then stood on your knees so that Aone’s face was level with your boobs.

He just about fainted. “Uh-ummm...”

“You’re all I can think about when you’re not with me, Aone-san....” you whispered arousingly, stroking his muscular arms.

He wanted to tell you that you haven’t left his mind since he’d first laid eyes on you 2+ years ago, but he was having trouble since your boobs were in his face.

“You are so sexy,” you whispered, sitting back down then running both hands along his hard abs. Aone’s abdominal muscles clenched under your touch.

“.....” he bit his lip as this touch-starved bb leaned into your touch. He’s been waiting for you all day.

“Did you see me staring at you when I was on the bull? The only thing going through my mind was riding your hard cock.” You admitted drunkenly.

Underwater, said cock sprung up, pushing against his swim shorts.

“Me-me t-t-too....” Aone was proud of himself for being able to say something, but the combined heat of the water and your body on his, he knew that would be the last thing for a while.

“Did you like the feeling of my mouth on your birthday?”

Did he ever. Takanobu nodded like his life depended on it.

You chuckled. “And did you like when my pussy lips were around you?”

Aone closed his eyes as he felt a shudder run through him when he thought about the one and only time you two had sex, the shudder giving you your answer. The clock was ticking, his control was going to snap soon. He kept his hands far away from you on the ledges.

You knew your boyfriend was on the edge. You also knew how good it felt when he let lose after you’d teased him past his ranks. You went in for the kill.

“Baby, do you still want me to sit on your........?”

Your words triggered Aone to move then, his eyes opening, his arms splashing as they submerged under water and made you sit down on his hard dick. He could speak now, he had to. He looked into your eyes deeply when you hissed out of pleasure.

“—On my face?” He finished in a low tone that made you squirm. “I want you to sit on my face more than ANYTHING. Right Now? Can you? Please?” He asked lowly but eagerly, as if he was a starving man and you were a dinner made by Gordon Ramsey himself.

You smiled in your horny stupor.

“Maybe I’ll let you.....when we go to your house.” you teased, causing Aone‘s bright eyes to turn midnight black from lust.

“We’re going to my house, then,” he commanded back, getting out the water gracefully and then lifting you out with him.

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.....And that’s how you ended up back on Aone’s bed after the party, on round three, your own shin by your ear, doing the splits on your back as your boyfriend’s hard length pounded deep inside you. (It was like 2am at this point, and there had been a nap in between rounds one and two).

“Fuck, Y/N. Oh my God,”

Mountain Man moaned as he felt your insides grip his length, making him want to cum again even though round two just ended. Aone only wanted you to sit on his face, but you had other plans. He knew you were a cheerleader but when you told him to try this position by lifting your leg over his shoulder, he wasn’t prepared for how fucking deep he’d get inside your slushing pussy. He was in heaven.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop crying tears of joy? Pleasure? As he rammed into you, this position making him hit your g-spot directly over and over.

“Y/N, you are SO fucking sexy...”

“Aone, shhhhhhhh.....” you whispered, using one hand to stroke the back of his head. He was getting so loud and although he lived in a big house you couldn’t risk his mom waking up.

Takanobu leaned in to kiss your tears away as he opted to growl instead as he slowed his pace to slow down his incoming orgasm. How would he ever get used to this level of pleasure? You were made for him. Takanobu reached over to pull some more pillows under your body so that you were more comfortable as he continued thrusting into you.

“Ugh, I can’t believe this is real.”

He moaned on your cheek, brushing his lips there.

Both of your bodies were coated in a layer of sweat, which Aone thought made you look so fucking attractive he couldn’t fucking believe it.

Turning on his dom!side because you’d teased him out, Aone made you keep the monokini on the entire time, only moving it to the side by your crotch so that he could ram into you after preparation. The feel of cloth stroking one side of his dick added to the stimulus.

You still hadn’t sat on his face like you promised which ticked Mountain Man off a bit since that is one of his biggest fantasies: but that just meant he went harder during sex—and fuck if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted from him!

“Oh, baby,” You moaned as he gave you a deep lingering kiss. Aone sucked on your tongue and it neared your orgasm like a mf.

“I’m going to cum again, Aone—“

Aone’s dick twitched inside you just from hearing those words and you cried out because his twitch stroked your g-spot and it felt so good.

Takanobu lifted a bit to hover over you so that you were facing him directly. As he continued to thrust, his eyes scanned your face. When all he could see was an expression of ecstasy set there, your eyes half lidded, tears on your face from pleasure, mouth open........ His dick twitched again. You moaned. He needed to stop doing that!

“Sorry. I can’t help it. You are stunning, Y/N.. and you feel amazing. I love you so so much.” Aone just couldn’t believe this was real. His praise kink was on 1,000 every time you two had sex. The feeling of you taking his dick so well and liking it, did something to him.

While what you two were doing was very raunchy and hot, Aone’s thoughts have never wavered completely from pure fluff. He kept thinking about how much he wanted you to be his wife one day so he could spend more time learning how to pleasure you even better. Being inside you and connecting ones bodies and juices literally made his heart explode with the same fireworks he felt when you first noticed him. Even if it seemed like he was just giving you a good fucking, in his heart he was always making love to you. You could see it in his eyes......in his rough slam but then tender stroke to make sure you were okay........You could see it in the way he kissed your tears away....and asked you if any and all positions worked for you.........You could see it in the way he’d much rather give you oral than receive it......You always came first to him, it was clear even during sex that Mountain Man was devastatingly in love with you. Sex only multiplied those emotions.

Aone removed your leg from his shoulder softly moving it to wrap around his waist. He leaned down to suck on your nipple that was on display because you’d pulled down your bikini for him to go gaga over see your boobs. He sexily bit your hard bud which made you arch your back, massaging it with his tongue right after.

Holy shit you didn’t deserve such a man!

One who made you feel so good but also so cared for during sex? He literally treated you like a fucking Queen, you could feel it when he held doors for you and when he fucked you. You tightened the grip your legs had around his waist. You wanted to keep him there. You loved him so much.

Peeking down at his ripped muscles contracting, you moaned his name: Aone’s weakness.

He looked at you, pondering how he has never seen a prettier person. How the fuck were you his?! Would he wake up soon from a dream? He couldn’t actually be the cause of this flushed erotic expression you’re making? The moans of his name? Fuck, realizing and admitting that he in fact—was, made Aone want to cum, like now. His dick twitched again because seeing your beautiful face and your expressions were a sure-fire way to get him to paint your pussy walls white, even before you’ve had a chance to finish. Ugh, but as bad as he wanted to, he refused to cum first. Mountain Man pulled out of you swiftly.

You whimpered from the loss.

“Y/N, I apologize. Please turn around. I cum way too fast when I see your face, love.”

You did as you were told because you don’t think there exists a better way for a guy to ask you to switch positions. You were happy you affected your man so. You spun onto your knees as Aone stroked his cock with his hand and licked his lips when you presented your ass to him. The ass he’d been watching all day in this bikini and dreaming about, fuck. Those guys talking about you were right, He really is so lucky.

Your soft-heart, hard-dick boyfriend didn’t need to shout at you what position to get in because you were just as good as sex and knew what he’d want as well. Like the flexible cheerleader you are, you leaned your top half down, forming the perfect doggystyle back-arch for your mountain man.

“Oh my God......, Y/N.”

he growled 😩. Seeing you fold the body he worships in half, bringing your entire chest to the bed but your ass sticking up - he almost came just by watching you get into position, you were that good. You decided to tease your hopelessly horny boyfriend a little and shake your ass cheeks a bit. Whereas Aone groaned again and immediately removed his hand from his length to stall his release.

You both were so close to your orgasms the anticipation was palpable!

“Aone, please put it in,” you said softly, missing the way he filled you up so perfectly.

Your boyfriend didn’t need any more instruction. He lined his tip up with your sex and ran it up and down your slick folds before slowly pushing in, placing his hands on your waist as your vagina slowly tried making room for his size again. It always took a while to re-enter because of his girth and length. You both groaned as he pushed in inch by inch, until finally, he was balls deep, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“Yesss, fuck me,” You whined.

Aone pulled a pillow under your stomach so your back wouldn’t hurt you and he was just about to bring you both to your third mind blowing orgasms—when

PING.

He was stopped by his phone ringing loudly on his bedside table.

Your boyfriend stopped moving when he saw his phone and you growled for the first time tonight.

Did Y/N just growl?? Aone thought. So hot! 🥵

“Aone. Don’t you fucking dare.” You ordered.

Aone rubbed your sides comfortingly before using his impressive wing span to lean forward and reach his phone on the nightstand. His best friend would only call him at this late hour if it was emergency. The two of them knew that, which is why Kenji always answered at this time for Aone. It was Aone’s duty as a best friend to return the favour for once.

When Aone leaned forward to grab the phone his dick entered you completely, rubbing against your g spot before he pulled back. You moaned into the pillow in front of you in erotic agony!

“I’m sorry. Just 5-seconds Y/N, he’s my best friend and I need to be there for him. He would do it for me, then we can continue.” Answering his phone while remaining in the same position, Aone heard Futakuchi speak right away.

“You answered,” he panted gratefully.

“What’s wrong?” Aone asked, concern evident in his voice. “It’s not like you to call me at this hour at all, Futakuchi.”

“I know.” He panted. “But I don’t know if I am going fucking crazy over the past few weeks and I need you to tell me if I am or not.”

“I’m here. I’m listening.” Aone reassured.

Meanwhile .....

Down on the bed in a perfect arch cockwarming your boyfriend, you pouted. Was he really answering the phone right now?! Granted, you would have done the same thing if Katana called at this hour, but....... AONE WAS YOURS AND YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO YOUR RELEASE !!!! 😣

“Would you say.... that when you were crushing on Y/N...... you felt.... weird..?” Kenji asked his best friend.

Aone’s was confused. “Weird? Weird like how?”

Frustrated from this cockwarming, you tried your best not to disrupt your boyfriend by rocking ever so gently so that his steady dick that wasn’t moving was still stimulating you. You moaned into the pillow again. Soooo good.

Aone sucked in a deep breath, pinching your side to stop you from rocking like that.

“You okay?” Kenji asked, hearing Aone suck in a short breath.

“Y-yes. Weird like how?”

On his end of the line, Futakuchi let out a long sigh. He sounded like someone who was really going through it. “Weird like......fuck, how do I even phrase this stupid shit: .......When you heard her name, your heart drops? When she, uh, smiles at you, it’s like everything is fine in your life for that split second?.......Um, her scent is like simultaneously something that can make me want to jack-off and write poetry about? It’s hard to explain.”

The silence was deafening for you since you couldn’t hear Futakuchi freaking out. Like the minx you are you started rocking your hips again desperately wanting release, rocking harder this time so that you were sliding your boyfriend in and out of you slightly yourself.

Fucking tight, Aone thought. Your movements feeling remarkable, Aone didn’t have the power to stop you this time. He only bit his lip and tried not to let any of his moans come out.

“Futakuchi, I know this is not what you want to hear but it s-sounds like you might be in love,”

Kenji made a choking sound on his side. “Disgusting. That’s what I was afraid of, I just needed a second opinion, so that I can crawl in a fucking hole and die. I mean.....LOVE?! How could this happen to me!” He practically sobbed as if he’d just been given a life-without-parole jail sentence.

Still meanwhile....

Feeling your orgasm approaching you again, you picked up the pace, beginning to grind on your boyfriends cock long and slow, biting your tongue in order to keep quiet.

Aone threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. You were very skilled in sex—and It was so hot—He was going to fucking cum.

“L-love is a g-good thing, Futakuchi.” A really fucking amazing thing, especially during sex—Aone thought to himself as he felt you slide his cock deep within your heavenly walls again. His balls tightened.

“No it’s not. It turns big guys like us into simps. I don’t even recognize myself ever since I started liking her, it’s gross. I catch myself thinking about when I’ll see her next, and I went to that pool party just to spend time with her and—“

“Oh, right....” Aone bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, recalling the fact that Kenji said there’s a girl he wanted to see at the pool party. But Aone doesn’t recall seeing his friend spending time with anyone particularly new or special the whole day......

“You will come to love love once you two are together, Kenji, I p-promise. but I S-still don’t understand.....why call me now about this? At this hour?”

You had picked up the pace again, your stomach coiling because your orgasm was near. You used the mattress as leverage as you threw your ass back with your boyfriend’s cock deep inside you, driving you both toward the edge.

Kenji let out an exasperated sigh on the other line. “Because I just had a wet dream about her!!!! It’s a third night in a row. I thought they’d go away but they didnt! So now I’m calling you, and I’m freaking out. Fuck I’m as pathetic as Koganegawa!.”

Aone could hear the panic in his friends voice: making him feel awful. It was finally Mountain Man’s turn to give advice because usually Kenji knew everything—just not when it came to love. “

“That’s okay....... I went through everything you are feeling, but the good thing is that you are much more confident than I am, Kenji-san. You will get your girl so much easier...”

Not being able to stand your slow and torturous pace anymore, Aone licked his thumb then used it to stroke your clit. If he was about to cum you were going to come with him. Since you didn’t expect it, you cried out at the pleasurable touch, grinding on him faster to trigger your release.

“What was that?” Futakuchi asked quickly, hearing a distant cry.

“Erm.... nothing. It’s a cat outside. Um—so when are you going to ask her out?”

Good save.

Kenji whined in anguish at the new question. “That’s just the thing, Aone.....”

You rolled your hips at the same time as Kenji tried explaining, causing Aone to have enough.

“—S-sorry. Can you hold for a second, Futakuchi-san? I need to deal with this cat and then I’ll be back. 2 minutes.” He bit back a groan when he felt you clench around him at his cat innuendo. “Actually, 1 minute.” Aone corrected himself, muting his phone and tossing it to the side.

“Oh you are going to be the death of me, Y/N......you feel so g-good.....”

Mountain Man growled deep in his chest before he roughly grabbed your hips in his large hands and thrusted inside you: deep, hard, and fast. The way you love it.

You moaned uncontrollably, tears staining your cheeks as you were thrown over the edge into ecstasy, orgasming harder than the other two times tonight. Your moans of his name took your boyfriend with you, as he emptied out his balls deep into the condom, filling it 3 quarters of the way. Fu-uck. 😩

You both tried catching your breath as the giant collapsed beside you on the bed, you still cockwarming him.

You slipped him out of you and passed him back his phone, getting up to go get cleaned. Aone wiped the sweat off his brow before returning to his phone call.

“You deal with the cat?” Futakuchi asked.

Aone blushed. “Yes. For now..... sorry about that. So what were you saying?”

“You asked me when I’m going to ask my ew.....crush🤢....bleh...... out.”

“Oh yes! When?!”

Kenji paused for a long time.

Now that Aone’s dick wasn’t inside you anymore, he was able to think much more clearly as his blood distribution went back to his brain. Aone realized that whoever Kenji liked was really troubling his best friend. His best friend that NEVER had any issues with girls, EVER. It was strange.

“What’s wrong, Futakuchi-san? I’m here for you, you know that right?”’

Kenji groaned.

“I know I know you are. It’s just that.......when it comes to this girl.........”

“Yes....?” Mountain man pressed.

Kenji sounded defeated when he said what he needed to say next:

“Well you see the thing is......... Koganegawa has a crush on the same girl, and—“

Immediately, Aone sat up on his bed in alarm. There was no way.!

“KUSA?!” Mountain Man shouted into the phone, making Y/N drop her toothbrush out of the her mouth with alarmed eyes too.

Kenji groaned again, obviously distraught.

“Kusa.” He confirmed.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #7.5

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A/N: Part 7 was posted minutes before this one. Love this because of the narrative intricacies! Please note that this was supposed to be posted with outtake 7 but tumblr wouldn’t lowe it smh. Hence why it’s called 7.5!

The SOUND FOR THIS CHAPTER IS HERE. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND listening to it - it makes all the better as I listened to it as I wrote. And yes I teared up a bit cause I’m a sapppp

‼️THIS IS THE 12TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

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6 Weeks Into The Talking Stage - The Official Confession

I, Aone Takanobu, am in love.

The 6’4” beauty finally admitted that to himself for the first time: right now at this very moment. He currently stared at himself in the dirty mirror in the bathroom of the bowling alley he’d taken you to on a second date.

You were waiting for him patiently in your lane, happy, and keeping busy. Even just thinking about how cute you looked trying to pick up the heavy balls meant for the professionals—his heart skipped a beat. (Also recalling how great your ass and legs looked in those tight jeans when you bent over to roll the bowling ball...... Aone had to start looking away whenever you rolled now as to not allow his hormones to get the better of him).

Must be. I’m in love. He told himself again, though I don’t think he had to convince himself.

Or anyone, tbh.

Sure, Kenji-san knew Aone was in love with Y/N about 7 months in to his crush when he made them go to a cheerleading competition of yours even though he was heartbroken that you were seeing someone else.

And sure, Kogenagawa knew Aone was in love with Y/N when he’d seen his mountainous senpai who never showed emotion practically beg him to sneak the cupcake he held on Y/N’s desk on her birthday last year.

And sure, Katana Oulle knew Aone was in love with Y/N when he had been so shockingly in-tune with her best friend that he ran over and caught her just in time before she hit the grass at a cheer practice you invited him to last week. He hadn’t been standing that far from the stunt, so that isn’t what made her realize. It was the look on his face when he caught her: like she was the most important thing in the world.

And sure.... Kusa knew Aone was in love with Y/N when........well......... maybe the 1st day she’s caught him staring at her in class a year and a half ago, she gathered that he was unable to look away whenever Y/N was laughing, but Kusa decided to stay out of it in hopes that Aone would crack out of his shell and you’d stop being so lost.

They all knew.

And maybe Aone always did too, from the first day that he laid eyes on you and automatically pointed......but he just refused to believe it.

Until now.

As he stared at himself in the mirror, Aone knew he was in love with you right now, at this moment because he was willing to let you go.

..............................

For the past six weeks Aone Takanobu has considered himself to be the luckiest man on the planet.

To get the opportunity to spend time with you, to hold your books, to make you smile, to make you laugh, he never knew it was possible to feel such strong levels of happiness.

His heart soared every time you approached him, every time you called his name, and he literally went to school early sometimes because he just couldn’t wait to see you.

To court you was even better.

He was finally able to tell you how pretty you looked each day and to see your face light up slightly when you saw him. He literally thought he’d either faint one day by how much your attention meant to him or that it’d get easier to see you, but it didn’t.

On your dates outside of school you seemed happy to Aone, and he tried to play it as cool as he could, but inside, he just wanted to skip this part already. If he thought it was bad to like you and you not notice him, THIS was worse:

Aone couldn’t stand being in the “in between” with you:

He could make you smile at him on a date but you two weren’t serious enough that he could give you a good night kiss like he so desired. You were serious enough that you grabbed his hand sometimes to lead him somewhere you wanted him to be, but not serious enough that you held his hand absentmindedly like he had to stop himself from reaching to do a dozen times. You were serious enough to tell eachother that you enjoyed each others company, but not serious enough that you wouldn’t stop yourself from asking him if that girl that just walked by was “so pretty! Right, Aone?”

Staring at himself in the mirror in the bowling alley, Aone couldn’t understand how you didn’t know that no one else was pretty to him. At least not in the way you were asking about.

Why?

Because, as all your friends could see, you were IT for him.

And he loved you.

But that was ONLY solidified when you two were just out there in the bowling lanes. It occurred after Aone came behind you after you asked so he could wrap his arms around you to aid you in scoring your first ever strike. 🎳 With his steering and added strength: you did!

Like the cheerleader you are, you screamed and started jumping up and down. Your eyes went as wide as saucers when all the pins dropped and without thinking you jumped into Aone’s arms excitedly, wrapping your legs around his waist and hugging his neck so tightly it almost hurt the muscular man.

“Great job, Y/N.” Aone chuckled, his entire body drowning in exuberance as he held you back tightly, never wanting to let you go. Your scent the only thing he could smell, your embrace the only thing he could feel: it was all he ever wanted.

All he ever needed.

A/N: 😩😩😩😩😩😩

An older couple next to you that Y/N had built a friendly relationship with tonight clapped for her first strike, telling her how she is lucky to have such a bowling pro for a boyfriend.

Aone’s face went bright red and Y/N stilled in his arms. Takanobu reluctantly set you down gently, feeling the mood change to awkward as hell.

“Haha, thank you.” You said to the elderly couple awkwardly. “Aone-san is my just my friend, though.” You added.

Cue the feels again:

Feeling his heart drop worse than it had when you had asked your teacher who on earth he was, Aone swallowed thickly.

Friend?

The older couples’ face dropped too, and they looked up at Aone sympathetically, as they were clearly able to tell throughout watching their date that there were strong feelings on his end, just by the way he looked at Y/N.

Playing it very cool even with a squeezed heart, Aone took his next turn then excused himself to the bathroom.

Now, After splashing water on his face, he was here. Looking at his hurt reflection in the mirror.

Admitting finally to himself that he was in love.

So in love, in fact, that he realized that what he initially thought about just being around you being enough was furthest from the truth. Takanobu couldn’t just be your friend. He wouldn’t be able to handle not showing you the full extent of his feelings, it was hard enough as is. It wasn’t like he was crushing from afar anymore, you were on a date with him right now.

Kenji: ’Aone, Stop torturing yourself,’

Aone could practically hear the sound of his best friend Futakuchi from when he was telling Aone not to stay in a stage he isn’t happy with back when you never noticed him.

Aone nodded at the memory.

Kenji was right then, and he was right now.

Poor lovesick mountain man always let you take the reigns in whichever direction you wanted to go because he didn’t want to ruin things.

Yeah well, nothing could ruin things more than the love of his life referring to him as a friend.

Friends don’t crush on eachother for years, Aone thought earnestly, thinking about the countless nights he wished you’d just return his feelings. ☹️

Enough was enough.

He had to tell you.

Splashing water on his face one last time, Aone wiped his face quickly then stormed out of the men’s bathroom. He look frightening to others, this determined giant strutting toward bowling lane 9 like he had the most important news in the world to share.

But Aone didn’t care.

You looked up from tightening your ugly bowling shoe laces as you were speaking happily to the elderly couple—to finally see your date returning from the bathroom. Feeling butterflies because he was coming, you waved at him.

Aone didn’t wave back. He approached the three of you, towering over y’all, he addressed the couple first.

“Terribly sorry to interrupt.” Takanobu apologized rapidly. Then, he turned all his attention to you. You felt your entire body heat up under his intense (and sexy) gaze.

“Aone? What’s wro-“

“I’m not your friend, Y/N.” Mountain man snapped, interrupting you.

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

You pulled your eyebrows together, awestruck.

“W-what?”

“I said: I’m not your friend.”

Your mouth fell open, feeling very hurt. “Aone, S-sorry I thought you liked my p-personality a-and I just thought—“

“The reason I can’t be your friend is because I like you so much more than a friend Y/N. You have no idea how much more.”

Your jaw dropped wider than ever before, immediately relieved that he didn’t despise you.

The elderly couple hid their smiles behind their hands and slowly stepped back to give you two what little privacy two people could get in the centre of a bowling alley 🤷.

“Everything about you drives me absolutely insane, Y/N. In the best way.” Aone’s eyes softened as he thought about the things he loved about you. “Your spirit, your kindness, the way you support your friends...... the way you look when you don’t understand what the teacher is saying, the way you put your all into simple fundraisers because it would help your team, even the way you can’t notice when a classmate who has been crushing on you for over two years feels heartbroken when you refer to him as a friend.”

A/N: TELL HER BABY!!!!!

You were speechless as he continued.

“I’m not your friend. I don’t want to be. I want to be everything else for you. Everything more. Y/N, I have a confession to make.”

Mountain man chuckled stoically to himself because it was a little too late to announce a confession. Pushing on, Aone took a deep breath first. You looked so cute when you were speechless and it made his stomach flip.

“Y/N-chan, remember when you asked me after our first lunch together if the reason I spoke so much to you was because you might be special to me..? And I responded saying that if you let me take you on a few dates I’ll know for sure....?”

You nodded ever so slightly.

Aone stepped closer to you, wanting his confession to not be misinterpreted. He dipped his head down so that he could say this next part in your ear.

“Honestly, I cannot think of anyone more special to me than you, Y/N. I am absolutely crazy about you. I have been for years.”

The sound of his attractive voice in your ear so serious and unwavering, giving you such a groundbreaking and passionate confession, it made your knees wobble. You reached out to clutch his strong arms for support. Aone put his hands on your waist protectively, feeling you sway.

“Y/N. Are you alright?” There was concern all wrapped up in this beautiful man’s voice in your ear.

How much he cared for you was evident in his voice. Evident in his soft hold of your waist.......

After a few moments, you pulled back to look up at him.

How much he truly wanted to treasure you was especially evident in his eyes.

💡

Like the lightbulb switch of the century, it finally clicked to you that you’d heard that same level of care in his voice before. The back of your brain that throws out memories that are not connected to cheer, specific ones—were brought to the forefront of your brain, flashing in bright lights. You recognized Aone’s voice now, his hold, his look:

His face now showed up in your mind as you remembered glimpses of seeing Aone through the years,

When Aone told Tsume to leave you alone all those weeks ago, the same care for you was evident in his voice. When you raced out of library after slapping Futakuchi across the face, you’d almost bumped into someone and the hold on your waist to steady you with care back then was the same hold Aone held you in now. That was him. And those eyes— the desire in Aone’s eyes were the same eyes that watched you when you slammed a fundraiser flyer on his cafeteria table and smiled at the table dismissively. He was at that table. Desiring you.

All those memories happened; days, weeks, months, even years ago: which meant Aone cared about you even then. He was telling you the truth.

You couldn’t believe it.

You leaned into him for support, into the man that made your heart flutter—something you’ve never felt before—the man you had told your best friends Katana and Kusa that you could happily spend the rest of your life with just this morning. Resting your head on his chest, you nodded in response to his question about whether you were okay or not because your knees had gone weak.

Aone gently moved you so that he could caress your beautiful face as he looked down at you, studying your features.

“You are perfect.....” He said softly. This big, giant, scary mountain man was being so soft....for you. “I wish I could be whatever you wanted me to be and just be platonic. But I can’t shut off these feelings. They just get stronger and stronger. Therefore, I can’t just be your friend, Y/N. It is killing me. I apologize.”

You stared up into the dark but sincere eyes of the athlete, searching for any indication that he didn’t mean all that he just said to you since he’d returned.

Of course, you found none. There was none in your newly clear memories of him staring at you in class either and definitely none now. The boy was as serious as a heart attack.

“Aone,” you whispered, surprised that any sound even came out.

“Hm?” He grunted.

You curled your finger at him again, and Aone automatically bent down so you could whisper in his ear.

You got super close to his ear, feeling heady because this is obviously where he spritzed his heavenly cologne that turned you into putty so it was strongest here.

You took a deep breath of his delicious scent before asking what you had told your girlfriends you would ask him next weekend.

“Aone Takanobu, will you be my boyfriend?”

You ask.

Aone gasps. Freezing his entire body, he looked like:

A/N: ZCSVSPJLUJTAWZASFWJAQPLSY

He didn’t even answer. Just like he didn’t answer when you told him you’d see him later.

Mountain Man just stood there bent to your level, frozen like meat in the freezer—holding that cute just-got-electrocuted expression.

You don’t need me to tell you that this big baby was feeling as dubious as ever. He could not for the life of him speak because he was so in disbelief that this was real.

Feeling needed in this crucial moment, the elderly couple that you two have made friends with quickly shuffled behind you so that they could see Aone.

“Blink twice if the answer is yes!” Offered the elderly man with a smile as he held the waist of his wife of 30+ years.

Aone couldn’t speak but he thanked the older couple infinitely inside, before blinking twice.

🥺🥺🥺🥺😩😩😩

“He said yes, dear!” Called the woman to you as she clutched onto her husbands shirt in excitement.

You smiled into Aone’s shoulder as you hugged your new boyfriend, kissing his cheek over and over.

***

Aone needed a long time to sit down and recover, seeing as this shock was more severe than the first time you kissed his cheek in the hallway. You thought it was so adorable how much you affected him and so you just ended up bowling with the elderly couple until your boyfriend was back to using words instead of blinks to communicate.

Half an hour later when the initial shock had sunk in, Aone called you over.

You happily obeyed, making yourself comfortable in his lap.

“Y/N. Am I dreaming?” He asked seriously. “Or did you really agree to be my girlfriend?”

You laughed loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leaned in to kiss his cheek and a blush from his pale cheeks immediately greeted your lips.

“Actually,” you kissed the same spot again. “You agreed to be my boyfriend. But, yes!”

Aone nodded curtly, looking straight at the bowling pins as his cheek tingled due to your kisses.

“I see.”

He turned his head to lean down and return a kiss to your cheek for the first time ever. Along with him, your entire body felt like it turned to goo when he kissed you, you liked him so much.

“Well, Y/N, I still don’t feel like this is real yet, and for that I apologize, but please don’t get me wrong: I need you to know that this is the happiest day of my life.....” His words melted into your heart. He’s so romantic.

You beamed.

“Mine too, Aone baby... Mine too.”

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #5:

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A/N: I am posting two outtakes today! Please read the voting poll that will be at the end of Outtake #6. As you know I am on a slight writing hiatus except for this story. I love it so much so thank you to the small amount of you who continue to read it - love y’all.

‼️THIS IS THE 9TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

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Aone 1 Year 2 Months Into Crushing On You And Having a Funny Conversation with Kenji, Koganegawa and Katana 💵👮

“Hey! Futakuchi and his friends! Wait up!”

While on the way to volleyball practice, Aone, Kenji & Kanji heard a distant female voice from behind calling them.

The three tall boys turned around, seeing an out-of-breath Katana trying to catch up with them from 20 meters away.

To Aone’s right, Kenji sighed.

“Here we go, He murmured under his breath in annoyance.

Kenji was convinced that he should sign up for the Date Tech talent show and claim that his talent is collecting clingy exes. He wouldn’t even have asked clingy-Katana out if his white-haired best friend didn’t have it crazy bad for her best friend.

Aone grunted and Kanji’s eyes were just wide because the popular cheer captain of the school knew him as Futakuchi’s friend!!!!

“Hi-hi-“ Koganegawa started when she was still way too far away, but Kenji warned him:

“Do not speak again. You’ve already proven you can’t get your shit together around hot cheerleaders and if you don’t want them to label you as the weird first-year for life I suggest you quiet down now.”

Agreeing, Koganegawa shut his mouth and nodded.

Katana finally reached the three giants, taking a moment to catch her breath and fix her hair as she looked up at them.

“Whoa, you guys are huge.”

Kenji nodded nonchalantly. “You needed me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I just left a cheer meeting with Y/N and...”

Aone went on alert to the sound of his crushes name. The two volleyball boys on either side of him felt his cringe and looked at Aone quickly, then back at the cheer captain.

“.....in the meeting we realized we raised way more than we hoped, which is awesome because we can get a more expensive bus and a better hotel and stuff but....”

your best friend was blabbing on, and Kenji was rather annoyed by her it.

“—I don’t want to interrupt, Katana.... but could you maybe hurry it up? We have practice in 10 minutes and we have to run laps if we’re late just like the cheerleaders—“

“Oops! I totally get it. Sorry. Basically I just wanted to say that we calculated our donations and sent out thank you baskets to our highest donors and well....since you’re the captain of Date Tech’s boys volleyball team—I thought I’d ask you directly if your team would even want a gift basket or maybe something else?” She winked at Kenji flirtatiously.

Girl-crazy Koganegawa’s mind went to very dirty places. “Something else??? Something else like what—“

Kenji reaches his arm out to pound his first-year in the chest so that he would stop talking. As Koganegawa coughed, Kenji furrowed his brows at Katana, addled.

“Huh? Why would WE get a gift basket?”

Katana tilted her head, addled as well. “Well.......your team did donate $1,000 (106,128.50 yen) to our fundraiser, which was one of our biggest single donations so—“

“Oh WE DID?” Kenji’s eyes were wide like Bokuto’s an owls when he heard the amount donated. He was trying to contain his big smile from breaking out as he nudged a very frozen and very guilty mountain man next to him.

Katana didn’t understand why Kenji was so surprised with something he did himself.

“Uh............yeah.”

She looked at the faces of all 3 boys, Kenji’s looking amused and suspecting, the hot blonde in the middle looking angry but shaken, and the one with 3 brown spikes in his yellow hair was staring at her boobs.

Katana snapped her fingers in front of his face and Koganegawa looked back into the cheer captains menacing glare.

Futakuchi tried to steer the attention away from his setter who was stupidly playing with fire.

“Katana,”

“Hm?” She smiled at the handsome volleyball captain.

“No gift basket. Thanks for asking. You guys can just cheer extra loud for us at the next game you come to. Okay? That’s thanks enough.” Kenji smiled sweetly.

Katana giggled in return, melting under Futakuchi‘s smile.

“Alright! Sure thing!! Thanks a lot by the way. The cheer team will have the best trip ever and we owe a lot of thanks to your team!” Forgetting the blushing first year on the end that she was going to rip apart, Katana bounced away happily.

Aone turned and started walking briskly to the gym.

“We’re going to be late.” He stated simply, training his eyes forward.

aone!!!! Get your sexy simping ass back here—

The two teammates caught up with him, sandwiching him as they walk.

“Aone Takanobu. You gave that team of bimbo’s 106,000 yen?! And tried to hide it from me—your best friend?!”

Kanji set a hand on his middle blockers shoulder. “Takanobu-senpai. You are whipped, dude!”

Kenji continued. “Look. I know your monthly allowance is twice what you donated to them, but, you can’t just give Y/N 106,000 yen!”

Aone growled in defence. “I didn’t. I gave it to the struggling Date Tech cheer team—“

“Oh cut the shit, Takanobu-san. You wanted Y/N to have a good trip 🙄”

Aone nodded tightly. “I will admit that is a large part of my donation, indeed. But—“

“—Aone senpai, you even disguised it as a donation from all of us? You’re so smart! That way Y/N won’t peg you as a creepy stalkerish guy. That’s like—“ Koganegawa paused, his eyes lighting up. “Wait. If you said it’s from all of us, then that means your donation might work in my ‘date me’ favour with the cute first-year cheerleaders......!” He sported a shit eating grin.

Turning the corner before the other two, Kenji called over to the underclassmen. “Kanji. I do think the 1st year cheerleaders will love you for this, but DIDN’T you already donate to them individually?”

Kanji gasped as he internally cringed. “Shit, I forgot!” He exclaimed. “I did! On three separate occasions 😱!”

Aone shrugged. “That is not my problem, Koganegawa-san.”

“No shit it isn’t your fault...... but I mean I wouldn’t have given them 32,000 yen if I knew you were donating 106,000 on the teams behalf! My allowance is only 43, 000 yen a month!!!”

On the other side of Aone, Kenji smirked. “You still would have done it even if you knew..... big boned setter 😑.” The captain rolled his eyes. It served his underclassman right to let the cheerleaders take advantage of him even though Kenji warned the whole team not to fall for it!. “You’re powerless around hot girls all the time, let alone ones that ask you for help when dressed as sexy mermaids, genies, or cats.”

“Actually, it was just the cop.....” He admitted shamefully. Looking at the ground as he walked, shaking his head. “She just asked me three times and I couldn’t say no.” He bowed his head in embarrassment.

Throwing his head back, Aone let out a loud hearty laugh as the three members of the Iron Wall entered their team’s locker room just in time. Kenji held the door open for his upperclassmen, a little in awe because a laugh from the mountain man was a huge rarity!

“So thaaat’s why you asked me to spot you for lunch!” Kenji laughed too, ruffling the hair of the blushing boy who he now considered to be a little brother.

Aone ruffled his hair too as he walked through the door Kanji held open. “At least I’m not whipped for the entire team, only one girl.” Takanobu teased.

“Oh, fuck you guys.” Grumbled Koganegawa as he fixed his hair that they just attempted to ruin. He was pouting. “You guys are the worst senpai’s ever.”

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You, 1 year And 6 months Into Being A Losty and hear of Aone for the first time? 🙄⏱

“Hey guys, so how much did we raise at the Halloween fundraiser again?”

You called as Katana and yourself left your kitchen to meet all of the pyjama-clad cheerleaders in your den.

You still couldn’t believe that you guys were even able to call it a fundraiser!

As Cheer captain, Katana literally just told the team to wear cute and sexy Halloween costumes every day the week of Halloween in random places like the malls, outside of the grocery stores, the school field...make a few flyers, set up tables with a sign saying CHEERLEADING FUNDRAISER🤸‍♂️ and that’s that. The team gave nothing in return, Katana just told everyone to ask boys everyone but mostly boys politely for donations.

Surprisingly, it worked very well!

Since all of Date Tech’s stupid school funding went to the major sports teams, and your team used the leftover budget on the new uniforms, you had no money for Regionals. Each member was able to pay for most things but travel was too much. The team needed $3,500 to pay for the coach bus to and from regionals.... but they ended up raising around....

“Just over 7K (USD).” Responded one of the cheerleaders as she braided another’s hair.

Katana smiled. “I’m so proud of you girls!”

Kusa, the vice captain nodded as she dug into the s’mores. “Personally, I’m just happy that we got such huge donations from the hottest guys in school!”

Lost, you sat down on the couch and widened your eyes. “We did???”

Katana rolled her eyes at you. “Don’t act surprised, Y/N. You raised the most money....” Katana started clapping for you and the entire team joined in, congratulating you.

Your jaw dropped under the attention you didn’t ask for. “Shut up, Katana! Guys, really—“

“That’s awesome, Y/N! But I mean you did look amazing as a genie! You made me want to donate!” Kusa smiled, shaking your knee encouragingly. “Did any boy even say no to you??”

You looked down and played with your fingers. “Well, no, but...”

Kusa gasped. “Wait. Was it you who got the volleyball team to donate 106 000 yen?!”

The room silenced in anticipation.

“No! I didn’t—maybe Justin Bieber look-a like did it because he wants to get back with Katana I don’t know.....”

Katana scoffed before blowing on her toenails that she started painting.

“Nah. He doesn’t want me back....yet. But he will. That team did it on their own. Without anyone even asking.”

“Either way, they are so hot and they must like our team!!” Kusa squealed, and the other cheerleaders murmured excitedly in agreement.

“Especially Aone Takanobu!” One of them added.

Remembering that you heard that name before, but you forget where, you looked at your teammate. “Who?”

“Only the hottest blonde at the school! He’s in your year. Don’t tell me he’s on the long list of guys you don’t notice, Y/N.”

You covered your face as the girls collectively booooooooooo-ed you, throwing popcorn and pillows at your body jokingly. You giggled and shielded yourself.

“I’m sorry! I have no idea who he is!”

“You don’t know anybody. I swear you’d forget us if we somehow were kicked off this team. Just know that he’s gorgeous. Super tall, really serious and silent, one of the best on the volleyball team........ but most importantly................he has washboard abs. Total hottie.” Kusa explained and the rest of the cheerleaders fanned themselves as she did and pretended to faint.

“Maybe one day I’ll meet him.” You laughed, catching the base who pretended to faint in your lap. You tickled her side.

Uninterested in the conversation because it wasn’t about her favourite Dateteko volleyball boy, Katana took the reigns of the conversation again. “By the way Kusa. I think it was you who convinced the volleyball team to donate so much!”

“What?! Why me?”

“Well, I saw that giant first-year starter donate 3 times to the donation table after you spoke to him. You know the only with the three brunette antennas???”

Kusa blushed furiously. “Oh my God, I didn’t want him to donate three times! The first time I asked and he did, but the other times I just said hi to him because I kept running into him and then he just blurted out that he’d love to donate more money!! Geez, I kind of think he thought I was a real cop or something and that he would go to jail if he didn’t donate.”

You and the team bursted out in laughter until your stomachs hurt, exchanging all of the amusing stories from this fundraiser all night long.

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1 year 11 months into Aone Crushing On You and Kenji Tries To Ship Him With Someone Else 📲💔

“Hey man, look. She’s pretty like Y/N and she’s a cheerleader too. She goes to Karasuno where that short ginger you like goes.”

Aone shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to study in the library. He ignored the Instagram page link Kenji texted to him.

“Will you at least answer her dm? That ginger told me she’s like obsessed with you ever since we last went over there.”

Aone shrugged again.

That was the wrong girl obsessed with him. “Maybe.”

Futakuchi sighed, wishing he could take the pain away from his best friend.

Ever since Aone realized that the girl he loves likes doesn’t even know who he is, he has been in somewhat of a slump.

There have been no more extraordinary games, even if Y/N was there cheering because Aone knew that even if he played extraordinarily well, you’d still probably ask the teacher who he was.......

he thought about that everyday.

Aone’s shoulders slumped a bit at the thought and Kenji noticed.

Aone just didn’t understand how he could like you this much when you two haven’t even had a conversation yet. He guessed it was because he knows almost everything about since you literally expose all of your business in class when Aone is listening. He knows your likes, dislikes, your hobbies, your fears, your favourite foods, etc. Every time he hears you he falls a little bit more because you were so perfect, not to mention pretty.

So, so pretty.

That’s why Kenji has been trying to steer his attention away from you and onto the many girls who do notice Aone, the ones who wish they were riding his dick every night.

a.k.a me 🙋🏾‍♀️

“If not the Karasuno chick what about this other girl from Inarizaki? The distance is further so she won’t expect as much face-to-face time but she really wants to meet you.”

“No thank you, Kenji-chan.”

Kenji frowned, watching Aone stare at the same page in his textbook in sorrow.

“Ok well........,..There are a lot of girls on our Date Tech cheer team who are interested.....” Kenji suggested quietly, trying to pull any emotion from him to know he’s still alive.

Aone looked away from his textbook for the first time since they’ve sat down, meeting his brunette friend’s eyes.

“Why would I want Y/N to think I’d ever date one of her friends, Kenji-san? If she believes I am taken, then she will never want me.” Aone explains with a heavy heart.

Kenji knew he’d say that. 🙇🏽 It definitely wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but at least Aone was still predictable to him. For the past few months Aone has been acting quite different, being extra silent at practices, lunch, and walks home now. He didn’t call Kenji for Y/N advice anymore even though he continued to have occasional wet dreams..... so Kenji was thoroughly concerned for his best friend. Aone must be lovesick, in a depressing way, and for the first time Kenji felt helpless. He hated seeing his friend like this.

“You can’t keep torturing yourself like this, Aone.”

Aone tried to collect himself. “I’m not—“

“You are. Everyday you just sit in your sorrow about Y/N. Meanwhile I can tell your feelings for her are still strengthening every day. You either need to man up and ask Y/N out or take one of these girls on a date to forget about her. You have fan girls, man. Hot ones. And I can’t stand seeing you like this anymore.”

Aone frowned.

“None of them measure up to Y/N.”

Kenji was surprised at his response. “W-well no, but—“

“Futakuchi, I am aware that I have been acting rather pathetic. I am aware that you, my parents, and the team are concerned about me. I apologize for making you all worry. But as of right now, and as much as I do wish it was different — my heart is held by Y/N-chan. She’s the first thing I think about when I wake up, she’s the last thing I think about before I fall asleep...and as you know she’s in my night dreams and day dreams. She is the perfect girl for me and she is right there all the time; she’s in all my classes, at our games, she’s in the caf, the halls, the library...I know that you and Koganegawa want me to ‘shoot my shot’ with her or even another girl but I don’t think you two understand. Before, I’ll admit that I was just shy to pursue Y/N. That is true. But it’s been two years. My feelings have grown so strong for her....and I’m not shy to pursue her, per se. Given the opportunity I strongly believe I would.”

“So what’s stopping you then, Aone-san?”

“.......I’m scared.”

Kenji’s eyes bugged out. “Scared?! Aone, you’re the bravest person I know—“

“Not when it comes to her. Even so, I’m not scared as in the fear of horror movies or heights. I’m scared of how much it might break me if Y/N rejects me.”

☹️☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔💔💔

Kenji frowned, understanding. “I see...”

Kenji thought back to over a year ago how upset Aone was back when Y/N was in a flirtmance with that tool from the baseball team, then he thought of Aone’s dejected face every time you’d walk by him in the halls like he didn’t exist, and the worst and most recent—he thought of Aone’s face a few months ago when he fled the classroom because he realized you had no idea who he was when he was standing right behind you. He had been devastated.

He still is.

Even with Takanobu’s permanent scowl, people a step away from Kenji or his parents (like the team) could tell that he wasn’t the same.

“I know I’m being a coward, Futakuchi. But I don’t think I can handle any more pain—from liking Y/N and her definitely not feeling the same—than this. At least not until the volleyball season ends. That way I can deal with it myself in the summer. But if I knew now I’d ruin the season.”

Internally appreciative to be the only confidant of Aone, Kenji closed the pages of Instagram girls he planned to show his friend, exchanging his phone for his matching Japanese Literature textbook.

“What page were you on?”

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