#Nishayuro thoughts

[nishayuro]

Im having so much fun writing Stanley honestly!! Keep 'em coming, im inlove

Also, I have a ton of backlog requests, some from months ago 😭 I'm so sorry if it's taking me so long, school is very taxing 😭 butttt we do have our sem break right now and I've been back into the writing mood! I've posted like 5 works this week, so expect a few more!!

[teamatsumu]

it was you all along. (bokuto koutaro x reader)

summary: you confess to him, and he’s confused because he thinks you’re already dating. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1285

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel

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Careful hands tried to handle the cupcake as delicately as possible. You held your breath, lowering it into the box. When its base hit the cardboard, you finally sighed out in relief. You pulled back to admire your creation, feeling a smile creep up on your face at the sight of the four cupcakes, all decorated to the nines.

No doubt in your head that Bokuto would love this. After all, you knew his every like and dislike very well. You had known him forever.

Bokuto Kotarou had taken you under his ‘wing’ when you were in elementary school. Tiny-you had no confidence and zero capability to make friends, while Bokuto was your exact opposite. He had taken a liking to you and had bravely proclaimed that he would ‘protect’ you, puffing out his tiny chest and grinning wide. Over the years, Bokuto had not let you down even once.

It was no wonder that you slowly fell in love with him. How could you not? You spent every day joined at the hip. The only time you were apart was when he was on the court, and even then you were on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, managing the team while admiring how talented your friend was. So really, how could you not fall in love?

In your defense, Bokuto doted on you like crazy. He knew very little physical boundaries when it came to you, hugging and squeezing the life out of you, laying sloppy kisses on your cheeks, sharing food and stories and…. basically each other’s entire lives.

But today. Today was the day. Today you would tell him that you no longer wanted to be friends. That you wanted more. Your heartbeat sped up at the thought of how he might react. You weren’t an arrogant person by any means but you couldn’t imagine him reacting negatively. There’s no way Bokuto could be as affectionate as he was if he didn’t feel something for you. Hell, how many times had he told you he loved you? Every day. You had lost count.

You were careful with the box as you walked to school. Your very limbs were vibrating, and you were breathing deeply in and out to make sure you remained calm. You were optimistic in taking this step. In fact, all your mutual friends, including the team, had only encouraged you. They were all dead sure he would accept your confession and return your feelings just as enthusiastically. You were more excited than you were nervous. You couldn’t wait to see him.

You found Bokuto with his head buried in his locker, and you had to hold back a snort. He was muttering something under his breath, and you were sure he had lost something else now. His locker was a mess, and you had repeatedly scolded him to clean it up or else he would lose things. Once again, you were right.

You tapped his shoulder, biting back a laugh when he jolted and banged his head against the roof. Curses flew from his mouth before he ducked and pulled his head out, turning to look at you with a glare. You watched fondly when his scowl was replaced by the widest, brightest smile you had ever seen. Bokuto’s smile could give the Sun a run for its money.

He exclaimed your name loudly, opening his arms wide to pull you into a bear hug. You immediately held a hand out to push his chest back.

“Hold it!” You lifted up the box. “I’m holding something delicate.”

Bokuto’s interest was immediately piqued, and you giggled at his childish curiosity, grabbing his wrist and tugging him with you. He hastily slammed his locker shut and let you drag him down the crowded halls and outside, finding an empty bench overlooking the school track.

“What’s going on?” He finally asked, wide golden eyes peering into your own. You sat down and patted the seat beside you for Bokuto to do the same. He obliged, waiting for you to speak. Instead, you handed him the box.

Bokuto opened it up and gasped at the selection of four intricately decorated cupcakes, admiring each one separately. You felt your heart swell at his reactions.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This one looks like a volleyball. And this one has my jersey number!”

Bokuto looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I can’t believe it. This is so awesome!”

You grinned wide, fiddling with your hands a bit. “I made them for a special occasion.”

Bokuto perked up again. “What special occasion?”

You took a deep breath. Finally, the time was here. “I love you, Kou.”

Bokuto blinked before a wide smile overtook his face. “I love ya too, babe.”

You stared at him for a bit. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Now, a small, confused frown formed between the boy’s eyebrows. “I heard you. I love you, too. What’s going on? You’re bein’ weird.”

You gaped at Bokuto, unable to even fathom what he was getting from this. Were you not being clear enough? Was he not understanding what you meant?

“Kotarou, I don’t want to be just friends. This isn’t a ‘friends’ kind of love. I wanna date you. I wanna be your girlfriend.”

Now Bokuto looked flabbergasted, slowly closing the box and placing it to the side. “What are you talking about? You are my girlfriend!”

Silence. “What?”

Bokuto nodded, though he still looked at you like you had grown two heads. “Y-yeah?”

“Kou-” You held up a hand as if calling a timeout, trying, but failing, to understand what he meant. You had anticipated requited feelings. Some part of you had even considered the possibility of rejection. But this? How was this even possible?

Bokuto looked like he was processing things too. He quirked his head to the side, staring quizzically at you. One of his hands ran through his hair, almost in thought. You felt a horrific laugh bubble up inside you at how ridiculous the situation was. This…. this was so on brand for Bokuto. Your confession going awry because this idiot thought you were already dating.

“But what about all the time we’re together? I always hug you and kiss you. We have sleepovers all the time. I sleep in your damn bed!”

“Well yes, but-” You shifted. “We did that as friends!”

Bokuto gave you a look. “You think I act that way with my other friends?”

“I thought I was special.” You mumbled, suddenly rethinking almost every interaction you had with Bokuto.

“You are.” His voice softened. “Because you’re my girlfriend.”

You felt your face burn hot. “But you never-”

He waited for you to continue. You fidgeted.

“We never kissed.”

Now, a shiteating grin was slowly spreading across Bokuto’s face. He wiggled his crazy eyebrows at you. “You wanna?”

You smacked his bicep hard, making him yelp and rub the sore spot with a little pout. Inside your chest, your heart was doing endless flip flops. You still couldn’t believe that all this time, Bokuto had assumed you were dating and not just friends. The very thought of it was both completely expected and also insanely shocking at the same time.

Bokuto was watching you closely, having calmed down a bit. He gave you a little smile.

“Since ya didn’t consider any of our dates as…. dates, can I take you out on a proper one now?”

A smile spread across your face at his words. You nodded jerkily, staring down at your hands. Bokuto clapped his hands in finality.

“Great! Now, I need to eat these cupcakes and talk about how great they are.”

You laughed.

[sunafc]

Caught in the web – 8, friday everyday

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notes:

– suna is a little shit

– tsumu comment abt always being friday for them is very much a reference abt "friday i'm in love" by the cure

– the twins finally got suna to tell them the truth

– the twins definitely teased suna some more abt him holding y/n's hand (y/n definitely thought that was sweet)

– tsumu slipped in the shower but he's fine dw he didn't almost die he's just dramatic

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[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- rintaro suna

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caprese sandwich

suna steps into the now familiar diner, smell of coffee greeting him. he steps up to the host stand, where an unfamiliar host stands. her long black hair is situated in a ponytail. ”hello, just one today?” she asks him as she grabs a menu and silverware for him.

he nods.

“yeah, could i request to not be in y/ns section?” he feels embarrassed asking, and even more embarrassed that he can’t get over this petty feud the two of you are caught up in.

the hostess looks a bit surprised. ”sure, but can i ask why? i’m the manager so i need to know if there is any issues.” she says.

now suna feels really embarrassed, and maybe a bit stressed. he wasn’t trying to get you fired or anything, he was just trying to avoid your slightly off putting stares and cold personality. usually the other hostess just nods, he had no idea this one was the manager.

she starts to lead him to a different corner of the room. ”just feels like she doesn’t really like me, i don’t wanna burden her.” he says, now trying to save your name.

“i’ll talk to her about that.” the manager says, a curious look on her face as she places his menu down on the booth table.

“oh, you really don’t have to.” he says sitting down, but when he looks up the manager is already gone. you are definitely going to hate him even more now.

“are you having problems with that customer?” kiyoko is standing behind you now, and you are caught off guard.

“what?” you say, turning from the toaster to face her.

“the guy? at table three? he asked to not be in your section and said that it was because you didn’t like him.”

no way this guy was claiming that the fighting was your fault.

“no, he’s the one who hates me.” you defend yourself.

kiyoko gives you a look of disappointment. you feel like you are being scolded by your mom for getting your nice clothes dirty.

“don’t you think you’re being a bit childish y/n? ” she asks pointedly.

you pout a bit. then you realize she’s right.

“maybe.”

“how do you know he hates you?” she asks.

“i don’t.”

“ok, then i’m gonna have you serve him today and you two are going to figure it out.” she says, starting to leave the kitchen. ”won’t he be mad?” you call after her.

“no, unless you treat him like you have been.”

then she’s gone and you are left alone in the kitchen with semi, who has been giggling to your conversation this whole time.

“shut up.” you say, rolling your eyes as you fill up sunas drink at the fountain.

“you already know what he wants to drink? enemies to lovers i guess.” semi jokes.

“seriously, shut up.” you leave the kitchen, face red at your coworkers comments.

you set down sunas drink on his table, careful not to spill anything. he looks up, surprised to see you.

“oh, i-” he starts.

“i’m sorry.” you cut in, not making direct eye contact. “i treated you badly because i thought you hated me.” his eyes widen.

“i don’t hate you, i thought you hated me.” he says.

“well i don’t hate you either.” you respond. you finally make eye contact and both of you give each other a smile.

“you kind of look like your mom just yelled at you and made you apologize.” he says, laughing a bit.

“if you change mom for manager then you’d be right.” you laugh with him. “did you want something to eat?”

“yeah, i’ll do the caprese sandwich.” he says.

“sounds good.” you say, scribbling down his order. when you ring it in, kiyoko comes up to you again.

“did you make up?” she asks you.

“yeah, you we’re right” you say, now in a much more cheerful mood. “i guess he doesn’t hate me.”

“funny how that works out.” kiyoko muses, giving you a knowing smile.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-suna is glad kiyoko made y/n be his server

-even if he was really scared of her

-and really stressed he was going to get her fired.

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[iicheeze]

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES

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SUMMARY II you've always had feelings for your gray haired senior. To the point that you'd confess to the man in front of the whole Akademiya. Pitying you, he gives you 3 months, 3 days and 33 minutes to make him fall for you. Let the roller coaster of chaos begin!

PAIRINGS || Alhaitham x Gender Neutral Reader, slight Kaveh x reader

TAGLIST || @star-star-fall-inlove @nachotrash @baelloraa @tanspostsblog @kalpie @makimakimi @nishayuro @zomzomb1e @sassy-cat-in-town @aloveablechaos @ceylestia @severedvigility @goubaia @6-022-10-23 @duhsies @suwnshine @xiaos-wife1 @kysrion @kunikuzushisbeloved @mariposa666haruka @sunsinrinn @milkm4nz @klementime @beesgobuzzbuzz @perhapseven7eggs @fluffyxcloudz @orionicchaos @1-800asimpforfugo

BOLD MEANS I CAN'T TAG YOU, IF THERE'S A CHANGE IN UR USERNAME, PLEASE TELL ME!!

TW || idiot tries to cook for the first time in their life, skin burns, ugly pie, cussing, Yeo's unfunny jokes.

CHAPTER III — how to cook for dummies

“ I heard the fastest way to someone's heart is by cooking them a good meal! ” Xiangling suggested.

“ Or just by surgery. ” Shenhe replied back.

“ I DON'T WANT THAT GUY'S HEART WHAT THE FUCK, SHENHE. ”

“ Well, Xiangling does have a good idea.. ” [Name] mumbled to themselves, “ But... I have something to confess to you guys.. ” The two girls bopped their head in confusion.

“ I have never once touched a pan in my life. ”

...

“ Well.. It's okay! I can teach you how to cook! ” “ You're doomed, [Name]. ” “ Please shut up, Shenhe. I know damn well I'm doomed. ”

“ Plus, it's fine, Xiangling! You're busy with your own restaurant AND studies. I can teach myself how to cook. TeyvatTube exists for a reason! ” [Name] sweat dropped, not trying to bother Xiangling.

“ Awwh, alright then. Best of luck to you!! Oh, and, if you want to cook some exotic new recipes, come to me! I'm sure Alhaitham would love them! ” “ Yeah, uhh, I'll pass on that- Thanks for the offer! ”

The blue haired girl then left the almost-empty lecture hall, leaving you and Shenhe alone.

“ ... ” “ ... ”

“ Don't ask me to cook for you. I'm not that good of a cook myself. ” The [taller/shorter] woman stood up, before following Xiangling out of the lecture hall.

“ SHENHE. YOU LITERALLY MAJOR AT COOKING. ”

Apples, apple cider vinegar, sugar, flour, vanilla extract, all-butter crust, brandy, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, an egg..

And a clueless [Name].

They were searching up on Giigle on cookings for beginners and decided to make Apple Pie.

Looked up the recipe, bought the ingredients, put on an apron, and quietly, the [Hair Color] thought.

This shouldn't be too hard!

Stupid bitch.

Look at them now, the pie that's supposed to look good is as black as your dad's ball sack AND their hand is burnt because they forgot to use a glove when opening to oven.

Along with a confused Kokomi at the door of her side of the dorm room. Wondering why the hell is there screaming and oven dings.

“ KOKOMI HELP UEEHSUEHEHSHEU ” [Name] sniffed, snot and tears seen at their pathetic looking face.

“ OH MY GOD, [NAME]. WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?? ” “ I - I WAS JUST TRYING TO- COOK UP AN APPLE PIE FOR ALHAITHAM BUT IT'S SO HA- HARD. ” hiccups and snots were making it hard for the now-pathetic person to speak, making them look even more pathetic.

“ OH MY GOD, [NAME]. CLEAN YOURSELF UP, I'LL CLEAN THE KITCHEN. AND WE'LL TRY AGAIN TOGETHER, OKAY?? ” “ O - OKAY ” Kokomi put both her hands on her roommates shoulders, trying to calm them down.

You can't have shit in Teyvat Akademiya 😒

“ Here! ”

“ ... What is this? ” Alhaitham asked, questioning the lunch box wrapped with a [Favorite Color], polka dot patterned cloth.

“ It's an apple pie! I heard from Kaveh that you don't like soup so.. yeah! ” [Name] scratched their cheek, nervous. “ It took me hours and Kokomi's help with this because I've never once touched the kitchen in my life so you better appreciate every last bite!! ”

Looking at the lunch box, [Name]'s face, the lunch box again, and [Name]'s face again. Before finally noticing the bandages wrapped at the person's hand.

“ Alright then. ” The man finally took the lunch box from the [Hair Color]'s hand. Confused as to why they won't leave.

“ I wanna watch you eat it! I didn't taste test it for myself, so I want to see your reaction. ” [Name] stated.

I'm so dead.

Taking a slice from the pie, the man couldn't help but shiver a bit. Finally taking a bite. It's taste is surprisingly..

Good?

But of course, his surprise wasn't shown through his face.

“ Well? What do you think? Is it good? ” [Name] asked, curious yet nervous at the same time.

“ It's.. Tolerable, to say the least. ” Alhaitham answered, “ SO- It's good?? YES! ” [Name] whisperer the last part.

“ Okay! From now on, I'll cook for you!! And you better appreciate it, okay?! Because I WILL work hard for each and every one of those! ” The [Hair Color] stated gleefully.

“ Oh, shit! I gotta go. My lecture's gonna start soon!! See you, Haitham! And you better finish those! ” [Name] waved the male goodbye before leaving him alone with the lunchbox, along with his thoughts.

...

Taking another bite while opening his book, he thought.

Maybe, they're not so bad after all.

AUTHOR'S NOTE || this was a true story abt me trying to make apple pie except I made it for no one 🧍‍♀️

cuz i dont need no man cheering me up 💪😘🌟

[koutaroulogy]

DRABBLE SEVEN ♡ PRINCESS

contains : partially nsfw but still fluff, fluff! you have a baby now :0

details : she loves you a lot, but him more so than you sometimes.

more: thought of the baby as vvy fussy and me likey :> no beta and unedited

taglist: @melkxsh @celestair @mochiimilq @catinneedofcaffeine @glowmiko @childe-support @etherealdiluc @hailbedo @nishayuro + join the taglist here!

"brat."

you tried to thaw in your glare and she ignored you in favor of nestling into her father's arms, much to your dismay.

"i carry you in my womb for nine months, give birth to you, and ask you for love and affection and this is how you repay me?"

diluc grins and you pout on. the child snoozes in her father's arms contentedly before he gets up to place her in the nursery bed.

a minute ticks and he walks back in only to approach you and lift you up onto his lap. the crimson haired ragvindr swoops in to kiss your lips.

"you're irresistable when you're jealous,"

diluc purrs into the crook of your neck, trailing silent kisses along the shell of your earlobe while you maintained your glare in response to your beating heart.

"should we try for another one my lo-"

"-my vagina isn't adjustable as of now you selfish prick."

"cough- not that word again!"

when he can say a lot of vulgar words in bed but he can't handle just this once, you shook your head in amusement. as if on cue, your little girl's wail resounded through the living room from the nursery.

"i'll take care of her this time," heaving a sigh, you rolled up your sleeves and passed your choking husband a cup of water. entering the star-speckled room, your form relaxed when her arms were already reached out to you; teary red orbs looking at you while her strawberry hair was in a rat's nest from the abrupt intrusion to an afternoon nap.

diluc watched from the shadows as you picked her up, smoothing her hair and wiping the droplets of water from her cranberry eyes. and just like that, the child fisted her meaty toddler hands and rested herself onto your chest calmly.

it was proven as to what they say; (for who they were, diluc didn't know) a mother's touch can be magic.

"there, there," you crooned for better measure, melting into the strong pair of arms that had encircled you both in a warm cocoon. the little girl in your arms smiled toothily and you fell in love with her more deeply than when she first came out into the world.

"...love you," was what he says a moment after quiet.

his soft words slid into the toddler's eardrums, yet even you knew who they were aimed at- and so you gave a soft reply in turn.

"i love you too."

the moments ticked by and it was a little while before you spoke again.

"i know she'll grow up knowing she's loved," you whispered. he cracks a smile at that. diluc could not help but agree more as he leaned over to steal a kiss from your lips.

he couldn't help it. your flustered demeanor from earlier seduced him so much. just as the redhead was about to kiss your and press on your thighs invitingly once more did you swat his wandering hands.

"not in front of the child," your chide made him grunt in displeasure.

"witch," he grumbles and you laugh, little chortles that did not bother your toddler's sleeping figure in your arms, "you've left me all hot and bothered."

"am i supposed to take responsibility for it?" he groans. your arched brow and mischievous smirk does a pretty good job at riling him up.

"come here."

"i'm still sore from last night."

"i said come here."

"alright, alright!"

[teamatsumu]

the best bad decision. (iwaizumi hajime x reader)

summary: “wrote a confession for character A, accidentally gave it to character B instead” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, oikawa is insensitive sometimes, fluff

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

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You liked to think you weren’t one to fall into stereotypes. But every once in a while you did something that reminded you that you weren’t different from everyone around you. Like right now, standing hidden behind the corner of this building, clutching an obvious red envelope in your hands, waiting for the volleyball team to shuffle out of their club room so you could sneak in and slip the envelope into a certain boy’s locker.

So you had a tiny little crush on everyone’s favorite boy, Oikawa Tooru. Sue you.

Your ears were on high alert, staying as still as possible so you could focus on the voices drifting out of the room. You were a bit farther away, since you wanted to be hidden, but if you strained yourself enough, you could make out the sounds. You tried not to make yourself tense, afraid you would wrinkle the envelope. You had been so careful with it. Making sure you didn’t smudge any words as you wrote, perfuming the paper afterward. You even used that expensive wax and seal that you bought only for journaling purposes. You wanted it to be known that you made an effort.

All for him.

It was hard not to fall for someone as charming as Oikawa. He was tall and handsome, he was always so nice, always welcoming to anyone who wanted to speak to him. He was beyond talented. You could watch him play for hours. You did watch him play for hours. At the end of the day, you were just like all the other giggling, blushing girls who admired him.

The only difference is that you had never gone farther than admiration until now. You had never spoken to him, never greeted him in the hallways, never made him anything to eat like girls often did. You had watched from afar and basked in the warm, bubbly feeling that comes with having crushes.

But now here you were, slipping him a letter with all your feelings written on it. You were going into this not expecting him to accept the confession. You hadn’t even put your name on it. It was anonymous. God knows how many of these he got on a daily basis. And with Valentine’s Day approaching, you were sure his locker was overflowing. What was one more, right? You were doing this for yourself more than anything else. You needed to get these feelings out because they were overflowing in your head.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you realized the locker room was completely silent by now. You listened closely, giving it another few minutes. No shuffling, no humming, not even a peep. The coast was clear.

You could feel your entire body shake as you turned the corner and stealthily hurried to the club room door. You couldn’t let anyone see you going inside, so you quickly opened the door, slipping in and sliding the door shut behind you. You let out a sigh of relief.

Then you turned around, and your eyes met wide chestnut ones.

Oikawa was standing next to an open locker, a half folded shirt in his hand. He had probably been mid fold when you had barged in, staring at you with those big browns, mouth slightly open. Thick silence stretched over you both as you stood frozen, not even blinking.

Oikawa’s eyes drifted down to your hand, the very obvious, deep red envelope. His lips twitched before a smile took over them.

“Hello there.” His voice was lively. “Is that for me?”

You tensed at the sound of his voice, your panic finally catching up to your brain as you gulped around the knot in your throat. “No!”

He raised an eyebrow at that, tilting his head a bit. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead. “No?”

“No.”

Another silence, awkward as anything. You couldn’t move at all. You felt like you were frozen in place. Every muscle in your body was pulled tight. You had never anticipated that of all the people who could catch you in the locker room, it would be Oikawa himself.

“So who’s it for?” He then asked, eyes darting between your face and the envelope. You felt your face burn, heating up so much it made you dizzy.

“It’s-” Your mouth was so dry. You had no saliva. None. Not a drop. It felt like you were incomprehensible. Could you even speak? Or was it all gibberish? Were you spiraling now?

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-

“It’s for Iwaizumi-san.”

Oikawa blinked at that, and you realized you had caught him off guard. Well, he wasn’t the only one. You had caught yourself off guard too. It seemed that, in the midst of your panic and staring at Oikawa, the only other person you could name was Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi Hajime. Oikawa’s best friend. Seijoh’s ace. Someone you saw just as much as Oikawa considering they were attached at the hip. No wonder when you had to think of someone, you thought of him.

“Well now I’m truly shocked!” Oikawa sounded jovial, placing a hand on his hip, his half folded shirt crumpled in his other hand. “A confession for Iwa-chan? I never thought this day would come!”

Your mind raced and you tried to scramble your thoughts together into somewhat understandable sentences. But you had just dug this fresh hole for yourself and you didn’t know what to do to get out of it. In fact, at this moment, there was no getting out of it. You had to go along.

“Y-yes.” You managed to blurt out, not knowing what else to say, looking anywhere but at him, who was steadily growing more and more amused by the second.

“You have to give it to him!”

Your head snapped up, and that’s when you realised what true panic was. What you had felt so far was nothing compared to the shitstorm your brain was experiencing after what he had just said.

“Come on.” Oikawa threw the shirt carelessly into his locker, slamming it shut and fast walking to you. With one grip on your forearm, he tugged open the club room door and proceeded to speed out of it, dragging you with him.

“W-wait!” Your voice trembled, and you doubt he even heard you. You felt like your whole mouth was stuffed with cotton. You tried to lock your legs into place and break Oikawa’s momentum. It was not happening. He was way stronger than you. You tried to pry his hand off your arm, but his grip was vice-like.

“Oikawa-san!” You basically shrieked like a hyena, finally breaking through right outside the Seijoh gym. You snatched your hand away.

“I can’t!”

Oikawa stared down at you, blinking owlishly. You bit your lip.

“Oh.” He breathed, and you saw realization wash over his face. You froze. Had he figured it out?

“I get it.” Did he?

Then he promptly turned around and cupped his mouth with his hands, leaning in through the open gym doors.

“Iwa-chan!” He shouted.

You gaped at him, struggling to even comprehend what was going on in his head. But that was the least of your worries, because trudging footsteps sounded and then the boy in question was standing in the gym entrance, scowling down at his friend.

Oh no. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad, I’m so screwed-

“Look!” Oikawa pointed at you, or more accurately, he pointed at the envelope in your hand. Iwaizumi followed his gaze, and you saw his scowl drop as shock colored his features.

“It’s for you! Can you believe it?” Oikawa let out a cackle, leaning an arm against the gym door. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Iwaizumi looked genuinely incredulous, like this was something he hadn’t dreamt of in his wildest dreams. Later when you looked back on what happened, you would be surprised that despite being friends with the most popular guy on campus, Iwaizumi did not get much attention. He lived in Oikawa’s shadow, and he liked it that way.

Right now, his feelings were the least of your concerns though.

Finally free from Oikawa’s grasp, you lunged forward, slamming the envelope against his chest before turning on your heel and absolutely booking it. There was no other option. You couldn’t give that shit to Iwaizumi. You also couldn’t give it to Oikawa and say you had lied. It couldn’t get any more humiliating than it already was, so you might as well run away.

Very active fight or flight response, one might say.

Oikawa watched your back as you ran full speed, one hand holding the envelope he was so unceremoniously handed. He turned his attention down to it when the flowery scent hit his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, she perfumed it too! How romantic.”

He grinned up at Iwaizumi, whose ears had turned red. Iwaizumi’s scowl deepened as he stared at the shiteating grin on Oikawa’s face. But he didn’t stop himself from taking the envelope Oikawa handed to him, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest.

………………..

When you tried to convince your mom that you didn’t really need high school when homeschooling was a perfectly viable option, she told you to suck it up and there was no way you were dropping out. You didn’t know how to tell her that your life in high school was pretty much over. How could you show your face in any place where you might run into Oikawa or Iwaizumi?

But alas, you could only take one sick day before throwing yourself back to the wolves.

You were jumpy the whole day, paranoid that somehow everyone knew what had happened two days ago. But your day went by as normal, unaffected by the storm in your head. You should’ve known your peace wouldn’t last. At lunchtime, the one person you had been dreading the most was standing before your desk, looking down at you expectantly.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Well. This was it. The one thing you were hoping and praying you could somehow avoid.

Iwaizumi led you outside for some privacy, finding an empty bench overlooking the school’s running track. You sat stiffly by his side, waiting for him to speak.

“I read the letter.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, coaxing him to continue. You knew the contents of the letter. You had mulled them over in your head ten thousand times yesterday. You had not written Oikawa’s name. You had talked only about how you felt about him and the thoughts plaguing your head. You knew how easily Iwaizumi could have thought it was about him and not Oikawa.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

“For the confession?”

You hesitated. “For how it all played out.”

That was vague enough.

Iwaizumi let out a breathy chuckle, and you looked up at him. “I think I should apologize instead. Oikawa can be a bit of an insensitive jerk.”

You felt your lips twitch into a smile, shrugging. “He kinda steamrolled all over me.”

Iwaizumi groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. You followed the movement with your eyes, gaze pausing on how his bicep flexed. Something in your heart stuttered.

Up close, he was extremely attractive. His skin was smooth and clean, and his hair looked soft despite being so short. His jaw was defined and his eyes were striking. When he looked at you for longer than a beat, it made your insides squirm.

“I’m sorry about him. He told me he found you in the club room. I’m sure you wanted to do it anonymously. He shouldn’t have dragged you here. That wasn’t cool.”

You smiled at how considerate he was being. “It- It’s okay.”

“And I’ll make him apologize to you too. Promise.”

His lip ticked up in a crooked smile. You couldn’t help but stare. You watched him grow a bit nervous, rubbing the back of his neck. A little habit?

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

The question caught you off guard. You knew how Iwaizumi perceived you after the contents of that confession. You had just not anticipated that he would want anything to do with you. In your slurry of thoughts, you realized you had still not told him that the confession wasn’t for him. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

The sun beat down on your heads, casting harsh shadows on his face. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. And those same captivating eyes. You couldn’t remember ever appreciating him the way you were right now. Oikawa’s light was so bright it made Iwaizumi almost invisible. But here and now, it was just him. No distractions, no takeaways. Just Iwaizumi in all his glory. And it was making your heart skip.

“Okay.” You breathed.

Iwaizumi positively lit up at your words, straightening his back. His features smoothed, his eyes widened and a smile took over his face.

“Cool!” He blurted out, before clearing his throat. “That’s uh, I mean. Great. That’s great.”

You giggled as he stumbled over his words, endeared by his reaction. Your heart and mind both told you this was the right decision. With Oikawa, it was a puppy crush. With Iwaizumi, something told you it could be so much more.

Years later, when you told Iwaizumi about the exact intentions of that letter, and how you were beyond grateful you hadn’t given it to Oikawa, all he did was cackle while the Argentinian setter whined about how he had missed his chance.

He was joking, of course. He was the proudest best man ever at your wedding. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[teamatsumu]

screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)

summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1161

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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?

Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.

His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?

Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.

He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.

‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’

‘then just tell him’

‘u know i cant’

‘thats a u problem’

The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.

‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’

The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.

Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.

How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.

He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.

Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.

He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.

It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.

“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.

“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”

He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.

Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.

“Shin-”

He doesn’t let you finish.

“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”

You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.

“R-really?”

He merely nods.

Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.

“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”

There is a pause.

“You’ve received other confession letters?!”

[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- rintaro suna

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ice cream sundae

suna was back at the ravens eye diner. now having patched up his rocky relationship with you, it almost feels right to go back and visit you, getting a soda and joking around with you. it feels natural walking through the front door and listening to the bell above his head ring. the blonde hostess greets him.

“hi, how are you today?” she asks, grabbing his menu and silverware like always. she leads him to a far corner, one he recognizes as not being in your section.

“i’m good, but um, could i maybe sit in y/ns section?” he says, not making any direct eye contact.

she looks frazzled, he can tell this even without looking her in the eye. she scrambles looking for words.

“oh, um, yeah! sure! right this way!” she does a quick pivot, leading him over to a different section. she places his menu down carefully, and suna takes a seat, waiting patiently for you to come over. he feels his toes bump against the table legs, and he feels nervous. not that you hate him, but nervous that you’ll change your mind and not want him in your section.

hes quickly proved wrong as you practically bounce over to his table, a wide smile on your face, and a glass of his favorite soda in hand.

“hi suna.” you say, placing down the glass carefully, setting a paper covered straw next to it.

“hi, how’ve you been?” he asks, attempting to make small talk. he wishes he could talk to you without it sounding awkward, but unfortunately its not coming out how he wants it to.

“good, how about you?” your smile doesn’t falter. suna appreciates this.

“uhm, good.” he goes quiet. you are at a standstill now. you rock back and forth on your feet quietly tapping your pen against your notebook.

“um… did you wanna order any food today?” you finally ask.

sunas mind short circuts.

“did you wanna hang or something later?”

“oh! sure, i’d love to. i’m off in like 30 minutes if you just wanted to hang around.” you smile, a bit of confusion present in your voice.

“yeah, sure sounds cool.” he gives you a slight smile. ”cool.” you laugh a bit and start to walk away, before freezing. “did you want any food?”

“yeah! sorry, i’ll just do the pancakes.” he says, feeling his face heat up.

you smile at him and he feels his face heat up even more.

you smile at him again after dropping off his stack of pancakes.

“what did you want to do after this?” you ask.

“ice cream?” he offers.

“sounds great.” you accept.

the walk to the ice cream shop is a bit awkward, but pleasant. suna walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road, and your shoulders bump against eachother as he asks you about serving. he holds the door to the shop open for you as the bell above the door rings.

you order a cone as suna pays for the both of you. the two of you sit in a booth with your ice cream on a bench outside of the shop. you feel the sun shining on your shoulders.

“you must have really hated me, you don’t talk meanly to any other servers.” you say, lightly joking around.

“nah, i didn’t hate you. you just… made me nervous. if that makes any sense.” he says, staring down into his ice cream sundae.

“what do you mean by that? i don’t think i’m that scary.” you laugh.

“no, it’s not that you were scary, it’s just that i thought you seemed really cool, and nice, and stuff. sorry, i’m not trying to be weird or anything.” he looks nervous.

“you aren’t being weird. i think that you seem really cool, and nice, and stuff too suna.” you turn to him, giving him a grin. this time he smiles back.

“cool.” he nods.

“cool.” you agree.

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-this chapter was made possible by @causenessus beautiful mind who helped me!!!

-suna is a goof

-he is so nervous

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[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- morisuke yaku

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butter

it has been years since you last spoke to yaku. you sit in a booth of the restaurant you used to work at. the booths feel smaller than you remember, a bright eyed young waitress takes your order. a coffee. the seat across from you remains empty.

he’s late. 2 minutes late. morisuke is an enigma. its hard to tell if he’ll ever be on time or not, and this time, it seems he’ll be late. you take the moment to look around the restaurant. it may have been years since you saw yaku, but it has also been years since you sat foot in this diner. you’ve had time to grow, to change, to learn, to get a career of your own, away from waitressing.

the blue chairs are new, or at least the fabric has been replaced since you were last here. the owner is the same, you can tell by the portrait of her on the wall. you admired the employee of the month plaques by the entrance, reminiscing on the names engraved. you’ve lost touch with most of the people, and now their names are the only memories you have of them.

you stayed in touch with alisa for a while, she quit just a few weeks before you. people grow up and apart, and that’s just something you need to learn to accept. that’s what happened with morisuke. but maybe, you can grow back together.

you keep that thought in mind as the bell above the door chimes. you don’t even have to turn around to know it’s him. but you do anyway. he looks different, older, maybe more attractive even. he wears sunglasses, and a nice sweater. he looks good. you stand up quickly to greet him, smiling softly as he spots you near the booth. he pulls his sunglasses off as soon as he sees you, rushing over to wear you stand. he doesn’t say anything as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“you’ve gotten taller.” you quip, still smiling softly at him. he laughs.

“you sound like my mother.” he says into your shoulder.

he pulls away from you, arms still on yours though. he takes a moment, to take you in. you feel your face heat up as he looks at you, and you quickly separate, sitting down at your side of the table.

“how have you been?” you ask, sincerely.

“i need to apologize to you. i left you behind.” he catches you off guard. you we’re expecting to small talk for an hour or so, and then go your separate ways. again.

“it was unfair, and stupid.” he says, not looking away from you once.

“you did what you had to do. it just would’ve been nice if we had kept in touch, but thats on me too.” you say, sipping your coffee.

“i guess. i’m glad to be back, with you.” he says. you laugh.

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