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idlerin · 5 months ago

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CAN I CALL YOU MINE?

celebrity!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 9.3k

content — you're the miya twins younger sister yes, essentially brothers bsf (thats if sakusa treats atsumu as a bff, tsumu says yes, still up for debate), in this au inarizaki is based in tokyo!, as usual can be read as a stand-alone despite it being part of a mini series :3, uhh light angst for now, reader has had a crush on sakusa since childhood, she has a fan acc dedicated to him and he knows abt it too lol. oh and four year age gap.

it seemed like everyone (well, mostly your brothers) was against the idea of you liking sakusa, even sakusa himself. although you'd do everything you can to reach him, impossible it may be.

“IKARUS’ SAKUSA KIYOOMI and Haiba Alisa dating rumors heat up after viral video claims evidence of lovestagrams,” you read out loud, eyebrows furrowing, “What the hell are lovestagrams?”

Despite knowing this was more than likely a case of false assumptions made by story-starved journalists, you continued to read the article trending in your circle.

Fans express a mixture of dread and joy for a potential romance between Haiba Alisa and Sakusa Kiyoomi as a trending tiktok video compiles ‘dating evidence’ of the pair’s relationship. The video meticulously pieces together videos and clips of the past three years of Haiba and Sakusa’s interactions that seem to hint at a deeper relationship between the model and the music artist. The account also pieces together instagram posts of the pair that insinuate that they were near or at the same place, sharing similar poses reminiscent of ‘lovestagrams’ shared by couples.

That was when you stopped reading. You clicked out of the tab to quote the tweet the article was attached to. Words such as ‘when has sakusa ever seemed like the type to plan an ig layout?’ and ‘isn’t it weird to say that two people are dating just because they looked at each other or breathed at the same place’ that you both deleted in place of saying ‘i’d be happy if this were true’—you would not—‘only if sakusa announces it. like he’s said so many times that if he were to ever be in a relationship he’d tell the media himself’. A couple of seconds pass before you get a notification.

leia @keijisrealgf · 1m Replying to @kiyominiscient ur so real oomf. sakusa hates gossip pages byeee 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

[name] | kiyo’s future wife (real) @kiyominiscient · 36s Replying to @keijisrealgf he’s like their worst enemy lol 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

leia @keijisrealgf · 6s Replying to @kiyominiscient hes more likely to date atsumu !!! 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

In the middle of typing out a reply, your door slams open harshly, “Oi, you better be ready, we’re leaving in thirty minutes,” the sight of your older brother, Osamu, in a plain shirt and jeans (which eerily reminds you of your father) makes you turn your attention to him, “You better still not be in pajamas.”

“Is it true that Kiyo’s dating Haiba?” you ask instead, tone in slight distress, rising from your lounge on the bed. Despite your reassurance for Sakusa’s other fans, you were more than less assured of anything. The last time you had a proper conversation with the man even through text was over a week ago, and he would never tell you if he was seeing anyone.

Osamu raised a brow, “How would I know if Kiyoomi was dating anyone? And Haiba? The model?”

“Yes, the model and I don’t know, does Atsumu not tell you or something? He would tell you if that were to ever happen, right? Right?” you were insistent. You knew your twin brothers had gossip sessions without you because of their weekly calls you walk into now that you’re temporarily staying with Osamu. You wouldn’t have wanted to sit through Atsumu’s girl problems anyway, he’d ask you directly for advice (he does this a lot) if he needed it.

“I guess so?” Osamu affirms, kind of.

“You didn’t notice anything when you visited their studio two weeks ago?” you ask, looking back at the dreaded day you scheduled a pilates class because you wanted to try it out and Osamu told you last minute when he dropped you off at the gym that he was going to the studio because Atsumu paid him to make food. You stood there, mouth agape, watching as your brother drove away, missing the chance to see the love of your life—what’s worse was Osamu did that because you would have asked to come with him, “Cause ‘Tsumu would never let him be! He’d be all up in his ass about it.”

Osamu contemplates your judgment of Atsumu, “Fair, he would do that. But I didn’t notice anyone acting differently last time I went.”

You sigh in relief, “Oh oka—”

“But doesn’t that mean if Kiyoomi were to get a girlfriend he would never tell ‘Tsumu?” Osamu thinks out loud, you froze at his glaringly correct answer, “Anyways, it’s none of our business. You’ve got to get over your silly crush on the guy. Now get up, you lazy bum.”

You frown before putting your laptop to the side after shutting it down—not forgetting to hit post on the reply—you stand up, patting down the white layered maxi skirt you were wearing and fixing the sides of your top before showing him your palms to show you were all ready before he starts to nag you, “Why would I ever be lazy with an opportunity to see Kiyo? I’ll just do my hair for a bit.”

Osamu blinks at you before sighing, already used to your comments about Sakusa, “Okay just do it quickly,” he says before leaving. You were staying with him while on vacation from university because you had nothing to do if you went back to your house. Your parents were currently on a three-month-long trip touring Europe, they should be back in a month or so, and you’d hate to be stuck in the dormitory without any company (your roommate and most of your other friends went back to their hometowns or abroad), so what was left was bothering one of your older brothers.

Your other brother, Atsumu, was too busy being a famous celebrity to house you. Alright, he’s not that mean, the reality was he was too busy moving out of his old condominium and moving into his shiny new penthouse to offer you a place to stay. Even if he did make an offer, you would choose to stay at Osamu’s any day because it meant you didn’t have to cook for yourself. As much as you were interested in Atsumu’s band activities, or more specifically, bandmate, you would not suffer through the horrors of living with him again even for only two months, you’ve had plenty of experience in that field. It’s not like Osamu wasn’t the same kind of horror, he is, just in a different font, but again, he can cook!

Securing the last strand of your hair and smiling at yourself in the mirror, you put your essentials in your handbag. Grabbing the bouquet of blue dahlias made out of paper you decided to make on a whim the past week once you found out Atsumu was hosting a housewarming party and Sakusa would most definitely be attending. You eye the three flowers you spent hours perfecting, you were badly hoping Sakusa would keep them this time. Unreachable. The meaning of the flower coincided with how you felt for him. You’ve had a slight obsession with flowers and their hidden meanings since you gave him a rose on his birthday a year ago.

You skip out of the guest room to see Osamu by the counter twirling his keys, he looks at the bouquet in your arms, you asked him if it looked pretty and he replied by muttering a ‘when the hell did you even get the time to do that’ before leading you out of his cozy apartment and heading to the parking lot. The drive didn’t feel like it was forty minutes, you were humming in excitement as you clutched your hand-made bouquet to your stomach on one hand as it sat daintily on your lap and scrolled through your phone on the other to read through the latest antics on twitter.

Soon enough you were thrown in to face the security check in at Atsumu’s new place, you kind of didn’t get it when Osamu was asked to show his ID when he said that he was Atsumu’s brother. Isn’t looking at his face already enough proof? But of course you get that it’s for security reasons, it was just funny to think about since they were literally carbon copies of each other.

You continued your humming until you were in front of Atsumu’s door, you quickly faced your brother, “Samu do I look okay?”

Osamu grunted out a yes (very unhelpful) as he told Atsumu through the phone to let you guys in. You stayed fiddling with the hem of your top when the door opened and you were greeted by Atsumu, his platinum blonde dyed hair one of the only clear distinctions he had with Osamu.

“Well if it isn’t my dearest beloved sibli—” you ducked under Atsumu mid-sentence, patting his back and absentmindedly saying a ‘yeah yeah love you too’. You were faced by nothingness, portraits and paintings but no sign of people, you do admit that his marble floors facing the skyline did pose a pretty view.

“If you’d let me finish my sentence, you would’ve known everyone’s out at the patio,” an arm was lurched on your shoulder, the same arm twisted you and angled you to the direction of open glass doors leading out to a private terrace where you spot familiar silhouettes. You heard Osamu’s footfalls follow behind you two. You couldn’t escape Atsumu’s hold and was forced to be etched at his side as he stood still on his main living area with no plans of moving anytime soon.

“She’s been restless for the past hour,” Osamu quips, sitting comfortably on a sofa chair and stretching, the comment makes you the subject of Atsumu’s jabs.

“Was it because you were excited to see me?” Atsumu grins down at you, using his free hand to murder the top of your head. You made a sound similar to a hiss as you tried to shoo his hand away.

You display your displeasure with a large frown, “I see you all the time through Samu,” you grumble.

“Gross!” Atsumu’s face scrunches and Osamu raises a threatening fist from his resting position, eyes closed and completely relaxed, “I meant seeing me, I raised you!”

“You were four when I was born,” you scrutinize, trying to get his arm off your shoulder and fail again, you kept glancing behind you where you would very much like to be at the moment, “And I do see you. On the trending page on youtube, tsu-tsu,” you chuckle at the latest nickname your brother was given because of his recent performance wearing a pink tutu. That specific performance of the band went to every corner of the internet because of the ridiculousness of their costumes (well mostly because of the ridiculousness of your brother too). You couldn’t help but think Sakusa still looked attractive wearing a colorful zebra print jumpsuit.

“I rocked that, didn’t I?” Atsumu smirked, unfazed by your obvious mockery.

“Can we go out now? Shouldn’t you be accommodating your guests or something, I’m hungry,” you groan, saying the last bit as an excuse, eyes drifting out again. You spot a head of wavy strands standing from the settee and going deeper into the corner of the patio, making your eyes widen, clutching your bouquet even tighter in anticipation.

Atsumu ignores you and glances down at your flowers, “My guests are just the guys and some other old friends, they can serve themselves,” he scoffs, giving Osamu a look, “And I’m hoping those flowers are for me.”

You made a noncommittal sound, taking the bouquet in your hands away from his view, “It’s not.”

Your brothers have always been unsupportive of your feelings for Sakusa ever since you voiced it out when you turned eighteen, hoping that confessing your feelings at that age would make them more accepting of it (spoiler: it did not). They kept acting as if it was just some phase because Sakusa was one of the first guys you’ve ever known, but you knew it was deeper than that. It wasn’t like your feelings showed up overnight, you’ve liked him ever since you were eleven and moved in the house next to the Sakusas. Your family moved because your father’s job required him to stay in Tokyo, it was a difficult decision moving so far away from Hyogo and everything familiar to you, adjusting took a while.

As an eleven year old, you were upset that you had to move away from all of your friends. You sulked for days and your brothers had to use petty tricks to get you to talk to them. Teasing and annoying you were their way to get you to respond, it was torture. They did what they did because you weren’t yourself for weeks, they were worried and didn’t know how to express it properly as stupid teenage boys.

Until one day your brothers annoyed you enough that you stormed out of the house, tears brimming in your eyes as you ran and ran till you tired yourself out. You saw a bench nearby and decided to sulk even more there. You were missing your friends and was frustrated because of your brothers, you cried your heart out for what felt like hours but were really just minutes. You were sniffling to yourself and wallowing in self pity when a handkerchief was suddenly in your blurry view. You look up at the owner holding it out to you, seeing an older boy looking awkwardly to the side, you observe what you can and the most you can make of him was his wavy hair and lean figure.

“This is my second lap in the area and you’re still sitting there looking pitiful,” his words were sharp and shouldn’t have been something said to a total stranger, you knew that much at your age, your shock from his attitude momentarily made the tears stop flowing.

“So? Aren’t you going to take it?” the stranger nudges the cloth to you again as you reluctantly take it to wipe your tears. You felt a bit better knowing a stranger cared enough to approach you, even if he was a bit rude.

You watch as the stranger starts to walk away, you inhale a sharp breath and with your quavering voice you manage to utter, “Uhm stay, please,” it was so soft that you thought he didn’t hear you for a moment.

But the stranger does stop in his tracks and looks back at you with a pointed gaze that should have been intimidating, he just stood there and you realized that he was waiting for what you had to say. Now with your less blurry gaze, you observed him more objectively. Noting how he was what you and your friends would say was a cute boy, you guessed he was around your brothers’ age.

Before you could say anything else, loud, obnoxious voices started shouting your name and running towards you. You watch in horror as your brothers approach and in your surprise, you hide behind the boy you just met. It took minutes of your brothers shouting their worry and claiming how stupid you were for running around in an unfamiliar place (which you wouldn’t have done if they weren’t being so mean in the first place!). That’s why you refused to go back with them, still using the stranger as your shield. The boy was obviously starting to get more and more irritated with each second that passed, he never asked to be in this situation when he was just doing a good deed for once.

That was when the twins finally acknowledged his presence and started questioning him, the stranger explained that he saw you crying at the bench and approached you to give you something so you would stop (he said this in an annoyed tone), and that he was about to leave when they showed up. The twins, especially Atsumu, were relentless and kept drilling him with stupid accusations like ‘Were you planning to kidnap her?! Huh!?’ when Sakusa at the time barely looked like he cared.

“Stop it!” you finally intervened, stepping out from your human shield, “Stop being so mean to him! You’re already mean enough to me,” you huffed, dramatically crossing your arms and glaring at your brothers. This made Atsumu quiet down, looking at you with a large pout on his face as if that would make you start thinking he deserved forgiveness.

“Hey, you know we didn’t mean it like that,” Osamu began, stepping forward and reaching a hand towards you—a supposed comforting invitation, “We’re sorry, so let’s go home.”

“I don’t want to,” your glare was still set, your stubbornness evident as you placed your foot down. It made both of your brothers groan, knowing when you were in your mood, you were in your mood, meaning, it’s going to take them a lot of convincing and bargaining.

“Hey,” the voice from behind you caught your attention, the chilly air was making a mess of his hair, “I don’t know whatever it is that happened but you should go home. It’s getting dark and you wouldn’t want to stay out here so late,” the stranger looks at his watch.

You contemplate it because he did have a point, and you were missing the comfort of your bed… “You’re right,” your shoulders slump and you mumble a small, “Fine.”

Atsumu cheers and you glare at him again before looking at the stranger who really looks like he wanted to leave, “What’s your name?” you finally ask.

Your brothers took your calm tone as a sign that they could approach you and they flocked to your sides as if making sure you wouldn’t run away again, they also waited in curiosity for the stranger to introduce himself.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” he says, “And you guys are…?” The twins introduced themselves, their guard down after deducing that Sakusa wasn’t a threat at all. You were a bit more shy when saying your name, you suddenly felt bashful because it was now just sinking in that this stranger-no-more saw you crying your eyes out like a baby.

Sakusa was saying his long-awaited farewell when Atsumu asked him if he lived around here and Sakusa said he was ten blocks ahead to the right, Atsumu’s exact words were ‘No way?! Us too!’. It turned into you guys walking towards your homes together with Atsumu leading the conversation with Sakusa, it turns out he was dead-set on making this guy his friend. You stepped back with Osamu and just watched as Sakusa pointedly shot down a lot of Atsumu’s statements, it made you laugh.

A couple of minutes later you guys find out that you lived right next to each other, another ‘No way?!’ from Atsumu. Osamu had to push his twin back into the house to get him—metaphorically—off Sakusa in his excitement.

You stayed out as the raven-haired opened his door, you exclaimed, “I’ll give you back your handkerchief after I wash it!”

Sakusa waved his hand as an answer, the action made another grin slip through your lips.

That began a series of countless encounters and moments with the family living next door and Atsumu successfully making Sakusa his friend (still up to debate, although he successfully roped him into forming a band with two other friends so that’s a success in making him a lifetime friend for sure). You’ve had off-hand conversations with Sakusa here and there but as the days passed you grew more and more self-conscious around the teen, until one day you found yourself looking in the mirror and admitting to your reflection that you have a huge crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“I thought liking Sakusa was just a phase,” Atsumu sounded baffled, this brought you back to reality, “How many times do we have to tell you he’s too old for you?”

“He is not,” you defended, four years was practically nothing! You were twenty this year! Sure you’ve liked him since you were a kid and it was just a stupid crush back then but you weren’t a kid anymore and you still like him. Doesn’t that mean something?

“He’s practically ancient,” Atsumu says as if the person he was talking about wasn’t a few feet away. The heavy weight on your shoulders makes its presence known, you look at Osamu for help but he just stares at you because he agrees with Atsumu.

You grunt, “You’re literally the same age, are you calling yourself ancient?”

“What’s the hold up?” another voice joins, you all turn to look at Suna Rintarou holding a plate with pepperoni pizza, “Atsumu you need to buy more food, and before you say anything else Akaashi and Kita agreed that we do need more food. Oh! It’s little Miya, long time no see.”

You frown at the nickname, Suna insists on calling you that even though you’ve told him countless times that you had a proper name. He’s part of the same band Atsumu and Sakusa were in, he’s also the twins’ former schoolmate at Inarizaki High which was how they met in the first place, “Hi Suna,” you greet blandly, looking defeated.

“You’re looking more and more like the twins every day,” the corner of Suna’s lips raise in a smirk as your face contorts to an expression that could only be described as disgust.

“I will start crying, tell me you don’t mean that,” you use your free hand to cover your face in exasperation at your situation. You just wanted to see and talk to Sakusa! You don’t understand why your brothers were being such a pain by keeping you away from him (which they didn’t do before, they only started with this weird intervention when you confessed your feelings for Sakusa a year ago). It wasn’t like you were going to pounce on the guy as soon as you saw him! You still had some decency and respected his space.

“I give you a part of your allowance, little brat,” Atsumu sneers. Your extra meals and clothes you were only able to buy because Atsumu spoiled you with his music money flash before your eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t mean it as a joke,” you add to remedy your previous statement. It seemed to appease Atsumu enough but it didn’t warrant him setting you free.

“This is starting to get tedious, I think it’s been enough. Let her loose,” Osamu states, standing up with his hands crossed against his chest. In his words, you scowl even as Atsumu finally lets you go, you massage the part of your shoulder where Atsumu’s weight was pressed using your free hand.

“I’m not your little pet,” you point using your handmade blue flowers in the air, dragging them from Atsumu to Osamu, as if making the statement ‘I’m going to do whatever I want’. You huff as you turn your heels to see Suna’s amused face which you glare at as well before practically running towards Atsumu’s fancy terrace.

Not before faintly hearing Suna badgering Atsumu about more food as you slide out the glass doors and are greeted by the chill of the evening air. You made eye contact and greeted the three people seated around the gray L-shaped sofa. Akaashi on the furthest to the left—the main vocalist of their band, the one most of your friends had a crush on—and Atsumu’s closest former seniors back in high school, Kita and Aran, if you remembered correctly. You knew this housewarming party would only consist of a few people because Atsumu wasn’t exactly sociable, despite his obnoxious and loud demeanor. You were surprised to not see another face though, you briefly wondered if they had another fight. You shake those thoughts away and focus on what’s important. Greeting Sakusa.

His tall figure was leaning on the edge of the patio, keeping to himself as usual. You walked around the small table displayed in the middle, sidestepping the decorative plants. You were careful as you approached, not knowing what reaction you would get. Would he act again as if he didn’t know you had feelings for him? Ignore you? Treat you coldly? But you know Sakusa wasn’t like that, despite everything, you practically grew up together. You could never be a stranger, you hoped you’d never be a stranger.

“Miya,” you almost jump in surprise at him acknowledging you first. He’s always called you by your last name, you didn’t know why when he could call the twins by their first name just fine. It’s not like he doesn’t say your name or nickname sometimes too, he just chooses to call you Miya for some reason. It improved in some way, he used to call you ‘Little Miya’ like Suna did back when you were sixteen, and you complained enough about it that he stopped.

“Were you waiting for me?” you gave him a sheepish smile, braver, stepping closer until you were standing beside him. You didn’t wait for his response in case your heart gets crushed by his answer and instead showed him the blue dahlias, “I made these for you.”

Sakusa gives one glance at the paper flowers before meeting your gaze, you wait with bated breath for his response, “You didn’t get poisoned by the rotten apple fruit shake, then?”

You almost didn’t understand what he meant, then you remembered the series of texts you sent him a few days ago which he never replied to, so you thought he hadn’t read it. You almost pout at the thought that he just didn’t want to reply, but that was typical of him already, “It looked normal on the outside okay? I told you it was Samu’s fault, who in their right mind would keep those lying around in their homes—and you’re distracting me!” you accuse once you realized he was trying to change the topic.

The corners of his lips twitch and if you hadn’t grown up with him you wouldn’t have noticed that little change in his otherwise deadpan expression, you place emphasis on your gift once again by lightly shaking it. He takes another glance, a hand reaching out to gently nudge the delicate paper-made petals with his fingers, “How long did it take you to make these?” “Around three days,” you answer dismissively, waiting patiently for him to take it, “I chose to make a nonexistent flower eternal,” you boast, proud of yourself.

“You could’ve used that time for other things, enjoy your summer break,” Sakusa says offhandedly, turning to look at the view, “Don’t waste it making gifts for me.”

“Making gifts for you is not a waste, this is the only way I can show you that what I feel for you is sincere,” your brows furrow, “And I am enjoying summer break, I’ve done a lot of things already.”

“I know,” Sakusa sighs, you didn’t know what he was referring to. Your sincerity? Or that you’ve been spending your break to the fullest? You do update him through texts from time to time, you make sure not to bother him too much for fear that he starts finding you annoying like a lot of other aspects of his life.

To your happiness, he plucks the bouquet from your hands. You were then overcome with the irrational fear that he would drop it, which was silly, “Keep it in a vase, okay?” you ask, “Preferably somewhere like your countertop or in the lobby,” you began to suggest the most visible ways he could display it, your own little way of putting bits and pieces of you in his life.

“Why didn’t you come with Osamu when he delivered Atsumu’s food?” Sakusa asks instead, changing the conversation.

A small pout forms on your lips, “He left me,” you complain, “They’re on some weird pact trying to keep me away from you.”

“They mean well,” Sakusa says, a glint of amusement in his eyes, probably imagining the twins doing everything so you wouldn’t be able to make any advances on him, “You’re their only baby sister, of course they would be protective.”

You lean against the stone railing, looking out on the view, slightly upset, “I know they mean well, that makes it worse. It’s not like I can’t think for myself, I know what I’m doing.” “Do you?” Sakusa asks, adjusting his body to look at you properly.

“You said you’d let me try,” you mumble, looking back at the time you confessed to him and declared you would try to win his heart, that he should give you a chance. At the time, Sakusa looked surprised, never thinking of the possibility that you would develop feelings for him deeper than anything platonic.

“Because I thought you’d find some other guy your age you’d focus on more when you start university,” Sakusa lets out a breath, “I’m not the one for you, Miya.”

His statement stabs you directly in the heart.

“You don’t…” you gulp, a lump stuck in your throat, “...have to like me back,” you bit down on your lower lip, “Can’t you just let me like you?”

“You mean a lot to me,” ‘just not in the way you want me to’, you could almost hear Sakusa’s train of thought, “You’re young—”

“You are not that much older,” you practically groaned, that was always their excuse.

“And yet I’ve known and experienced more in life than you,” Sakusa states bluntly, “Be serious, Miya. What you want isn’t going to work, so get over me,” talking down on you.

Your jaw clenches and you raise your chin at him, even with his frame towering over you, “It’s not that easy, Sakusa,” it was petty, not using the nickname you’ve called him since you were a kid. Being petty by using his last name as if that would put more distance between you two. It wasn’t wise letting your emotions control you, and perhaps it was proving to him more that you were still too childish for someone who already presents himself to be so mature. Though it did give the point across, that you were seriously upset, watching as something flickers in his eyes as you turn on your heels away from him.

You decide to sit in between Osamu and Akaashi, Osamu was splayed on the couch talking to Suna who was on his left about stuff you hardly care about. Even if your brother does notice your foul mood, he doesn’t point it out. Atsumu walks in holding three more boxes of pizza with a delivery guy trailing behind him holding more drinks. Which consisted mostly of alcohol and a few juices, which was most likely for your benefit. You were allowed to drink but you never liked the taste of alcohol. You watch as Atsumu directs the guy to put it on the side and that’s when you lose interest, choosing to listen in on Osamu and Suna instead.

You were catching in on their topic, but you were mostly just confused. It looks like they’re talking about Osamu’s planned business. You know this one, the onigiri franchise he wants to start. He’s working a corporate job right now to save up for his restaurant-ish (you didn’t really know what to call it), he didn’t want to risk focusing on that immediately after graduating. You know he’s near his goal, you’ve been hearing talks about finding the right building and stuff. All this business talk almost distracts you from your previous state of anger.

“Can I sit there, Akaashi?” you don’t look up to see the one person you’ve wanted to see all night. You knew he was blunt, that was just the kind of person he is, and you were used to it. Doesn’t mean just because you were used to it and you liked him, that you were immune to getting your feelings hurt.

“Sure,” Akaashi says nonchalantly, he was just on his phone the whole time you sat here, he also probably noticed you weren’t in the mood which was why he didn’t attempt conversation. You see in your peripheral vision Akaashi offering to help Atsumu with arranging the food.

You continued to listen in on Osamu’s conversation, it was beginning to be difficult to ignore the presence next to you. Your body was always hyper-aware when he was settling down, it betrays your need for indifference.

In your view, a bottle of juice was presented, it was one of your favorite flavors, “Your drink,” his voice was closer, closer than you were when you were together on the ledge. It was so difficult to stay mad at him. This was his way of making amends, you knew, and it was hard to act like you didn’t like it when he paid special attention to you. When you take no action to take the drink, he places it on the table top in front of you.

“I’ll get you food,” he says, standing up and leaving the space beside you empty. It was natural, his knowledge of knowing exactly how to appease you. It makes you feel even more devastated knowing he’s just doing this because of his years spent on familiarness with you and your habits, usually, he’d be doing this after Atsumu or Osamu (or even both of them) did something to upset you. To him, you were still the shell of the child you used to be and that meant he still wouldn’t be taking you seriously.

That was partially your fault, you were still so… emotional and childish. You knew that, you were trying to work on it, really. Based on the way you acted just a few minutes ago, you’d have to work harder. Your gaze lands on the spot at the empty seat he was in where your blue dahlias rested, he decided to keep them after all. Your chest tightens in even more fondness. Osamu glances once back at you and you shove him away.

When Sakusa came back, you took the food he offered with no complaints and drank the juice he placed in front of you, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.”

“I heard you still have that fan account up, Rika says you play pretend there,” Sakusa mentions once he settles down beside you again, gauging that you were in the mood again to talk to him properly.

You were still a bit ashamed because of how you acted, which is why you replied hesitantly, “It’s not playing pretend, I’m genuinely a fan.”

“Rika says she saw some of your tweets acting like you didn’t know Atsumu,” Sakusa seemed amused at this notion which distracted you enough that you didn’t care Rika was technically stalking you. Komori Rika was Sakusa’s cousin who works for him as his assistant, you’ve met her a couple of times and you text her whenever you want to know if Sakusa was busy or not (so you would know if it was okay to message him). She was very sweet to you so you didn’t mind it that much.

“It’s not just online, I don’t tell anyone he’s my brother—mostly because they don’t ask. And my friends would start acting differently if they knew I was directly related to ‘Tsumu,” your nose scrunches. It does disgust you when one of your friends starts gushing over him, it is probably better that you never say that fact about your family relations because your friends would start being mortified remembering all the things they said about these guys.

Sakusa hummed, knowing that part of the reason why you don’t tell people you knew Ikarus and was related to one of the band members was because of your worry that people would start befriending you because of that. He was there when your high school friendships fell apart, after all.

“What’cha guys talking about?” Atsumu intrudes by sitting between you and Sakusa, your face contorts into another unpleasant expression as Atsumu makes his presence very known and very unwanted.

You give a look at Sakusa, silently saying ‘See? I told you so’ which he responds by giving Atsumu a once-over, “You’re half-sitting on my thigh,” Sakusa grunts at him, moving to the side to be free of your brother.

“Omi-omi my guy, you know our connection transcends beyond the naked eye,” Atsumu threw an arm around Sakusa’s shoulder as you rolled your eyes and took a bite of your pizza.

For the rest of the night, you never got the chance to talk to Sakusa one-on-one again. You’d try to start a conversation with him and Atsumu butts in with his own smart-ass answer unrelated to your question in the first place. Eventually, you gave up because you knew Atsumu wouldn’t back down. You stood up from your seat, earning a few glances from the men around you. When Atsumu asks where you’re going, you say you planned to raid his house. He lets you be and you take one look back at Sakusa who was getting bothered by Atsumu before stepping inside the living room again.

First, you walked aimlessly but your feet led you to the kitchen. You started opening Atsumu’s cupboards only to find them disappointedly empty. The fridge was your next stop, you open the freezer and find chocolate bars you gladly steal. You sat on one of the countertop stools, distantly hearing Suna and Atsumu’s laughter.

What can you do for Sakusa to take you seriously? Maybe you should distance yourself for a bit, make him miss you. You chuckle at the absurd thought, in your dreams. Though it would be okay to get some space away, you’re not giving up, not by a long shot. But you’ve never really given much thought to what Sakusa’s type was since he’s never dated anyone—no one that you know of—for the past almost decade of knowing him. During high school, he only cared about his studies and the band. Then in college—where you started seeing him less—you don’t know of him dating anyone. Maybe you should ask Rika? Or maybe Motoya? Since they’re the same age.

Having a plan decided, you hum to yourself, satisfied. Biting off the last piece of chocolate, you threw the wrapper in a trash can. Then you found that the drums Atsumu had displayed in the living room interested you, spotting a pair of drumsticks lazily thrown on a desk. You take these sticks and put one experimental hit on the cymbals. A stinging ring echoed in the room.

“Oi! You better be careful with that!” Atsumu shouts from the patio, but doesn’t storm in to take them from you so that must be a good sign.

When you were younger, he never even let you near his instruments. That made playing with his instruments even more desirable. Music has always been Atsumu’s thing—well, the playing instruments part, he wasn’t very blessed vocally, Osamu used to take lessons too but stopped because it didn’t interest him enough. Your parents tried to put you through music lessons, but after accidentally plucking off the strings of your guitar one by one, they decided that for your own safety, you weren’t allowed to touch instruments.

You can still clearly remember the day Atsumu brought the three other boys home and declared he was going to start a band with them. The only person that interested you back then was Sakusa, because you didn’t know he was musically inclined. You would sneak into their practices in the extra room in your house and would stay even when Atsumu would screech at you to leave. There were days when they went to Akaashi’s house to practice so you were left pouty because you were unable to come with.

Sometimes, Sakusa was the only one who would come to your house because Atsumu begged him enough to play with him. Those were the days you enjoyed the most because Sakusa let you stay with him and watch him play the guitar. You asked him once why he didn’t play the electric guitar in the band, he said that he preferred playing the bass because it was a more reserved position, they weren’t too loud but they were a vital part of giving soul to the art (his words, not yours). That made you respect bassists even though you knew nothing about the music industry.

It was the first time you saw Sakusa with that expression on his face—at peace—it made you think that this path really must be something he loved. You were overjoyed when his and the band’s efforts paved off, even though it meant seeing him and your brother even less. They became busy, too busy for you, but you’ve learned that it was nice seeing them trending and going viral. Your social circles began to talk about them and they fawned over you too for being Atsumu’s sister.

Of course, all good things come to an end and people who you thought were your closest friends just used you to get close to them. Sakusa was there during the fallout, he checked in on you and asked if you were okay. He even took you out to distract you in place of Atsumu, who had a brand deal scheduled at the time outside the city, and Osamu, who was also out of the district for an internship. Sakusa stayed with you as you cried and cared for you more than you could ever ask. Before that, you began to think your childhood crush on him was fading but that experience when you were seventeen was when you realized that your feelings for Sakusa never left even with the distance life took him, and it probably never will.

“I’m hopeless,” you mumble to yourself, letting go of Atsumu’s drumsticks.

It only took a few minutes for Osamu to call you saying you’re going because he still had work early the following morning, all the guys say their farewells to you two. Atsumu was a tad bit over-dramatic because he was a tad bit drunk. Osamu had to pull you away from Atsumu’s embrace. You met eyes with Sakusa, giving a smile reserved just for him before Osamu completely dragged you out, noticing you were quote en quote ‘making goo-goo eyes at the poor guy’.

The rest of your summer break was uneventful.

You managed to beg Osamu to take you to a pottery class on his day off, it was fun at first but Osamu showed extraordinary skill in pottery that made your work pale in comparison. You sent a picture of you two to the group chat you had with Atsumu and the latter spammed crying emojis and threatening gifs. On Atsumu’s day off you went to a bake-your-own cake store with him, his platinum blonde hair begged for attention so you forced him to wear a beanie the whole time.

The end of break was nearing and in your last week, your parents had gone back so you had a nice complete family dinner for once. The next few days you started to pack your things again because you had to move back into your dorm, were three suitcases and a large shoulder bag a bit excessive for a two-month stay? You’d like to think not.

You were posed with another problem though, Osamu couldn’t take you back to your university because he had some three-day team building thing he was going to a day before you were supposed to go back. You thought it would be okay because you asked Atsumu and he was free that afternoon, he said that he just had a promotional shoot in the morning but he would be able to pick you up, so you thought you were all settled.

On the day itself, you stood in the lobby of Osamu’s building when Atsumu sent a message. You were starting to get irritated because he was supposed to be here by four, he promised to be here by four.

annoying blonde brother 4:00 PM I CANT MAKE IT IM SO SORRY :<< I TRIED TO I SWEAR THE SHOOT IS STILL GOING ON I THOUGHT IT WOULD FINISH EARLY BUT WE APPARENTLY HAD SOLO SHOTS???

you 4:01 PM why do u hate me :(

annoying blonde brother 4:01 PM I DONT IM SORRY IM SO SORRY :<<<< HB U WAIT IN OSAMUS APT FOR A BIT?? ITLL ONLY TAKE AN HOUR MORE I THINK

you 4:02 PM i cant i alr locked the door and left the keys inside because you were supposed to be here by now.

annoying blonde brother 4:03 PM I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY OK WAIT THERE IN THE LOBBY ILL GET SOMEONE TO PICK YOU UP

You frown as you sit on one of the lobby chairs, alone with the receptionist. You pull your two suitcases against your legs and hug your shoulder bag, having nothing better to do. You scroll aimlessly on your feed, it wasn’t like you could do anything but wait as patiently as you possibly can in your irritable state for this ‘someone’ Atsumu is roping in to help you.

annoying blonde brother 4:11 PM he’s on his way

Atsumu neglects to tell you who this ‘he’ is. How were you supposed to know who it was? You don’t question it further, not replying back, your own form of rebellion. How could he promise to pick you up and then tell you at the last minute that he couldn’t? He had major making up to do, that’s for sure, you were not going to let him off easily. With that final thought, you were already browsing for links to clothes you’d make him buy for you.

Thirty minutes passed and you were already getting bored out of your mind. You had your head buried in your bag when your phone buzzed, signaling that it received a notification. You almost dropped your phone when you saw who it was from.

kiyo <3 4:43 PM I’m outside Osamu’s building

Sakusa? Sakusa was the one Atsumu asked to pick you up? Unbelievable. Was it his way of making up to you? What? Huh? That doesn’t seem like something Atsumu would do. What? You were puzzled, but oddly happy.

Once you got yourself together you stood up, making sure to fix yourself up, looking at your reflection on the walls. You hurriedly gather your suitcases, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You talk yourself into calming down, since this was the first time you’d be talking to him in a while. You refrained from messaging him, practicing your self-restraint, but you missed talking to him so much, even when his replies barely held any substance.

Walking towards the pavement, your heels creating a clicking sound. You held your breath as you finally saw his familiar figure leaning against his sleek black ride, was it a new car? You’ve never seen it before. His hair was styled from their usual free curls and he wore a classy white button up that hugged his body nicely. He looked straight out of a magazine—which was probably exactly where he came from. He looked up at you and your luggage.

He started walking closer to you and all you could say was a breathless, “Hi.”

Sakusa reaches for your suitcases and you gladly let him take them, “Straight to your dormitory?”

“Atsumu asked you?” you asked once you got your thoughts organized coherently, it was a spectacle you still couldn’t comprehend.

You saw that same ghost of a smile on Sakusa’s face again, “He asked Akaashi and Suna first, but they were still doing their solo shots. He even tried asking our manager. I was the last person he asked, even though I was the first one to finish, he looked pained doing it too.”

That sounded more like Atsumu, a smile plastered on your face, “Even better, fate wants us to be together.”

Sakusa shook his head as he got your shoulder bag. You followed him as he put your luggage in the back of his car, he told you to get in and you complied, walking over to the passenger seat. Happy to use this as a way to spend more time with him, and catch up with what you’ve missed in the month and a half you made yourself Sakusa-free (that didn’t mean you had to stay away from the media though, he posted exactly one instagram post that you liked immediately), that was technically abiding by being contactless.

The seatbelt clicks into place and you wait for Sakusa to get inside, you are silent as he starts to drive.

“Thank you for picking me up,” you say, hoping to start a conversation. Your university wasn’t that far from Osamu’s, probably around thirty to forty minutes away, but you didn’t know how to drive and you didn’t want to take the train with all of your necessities.

“Do you need help bringing your luggage up once we’re there?” Sakusa asks, steering, your eyes following the movement of his hands. “Uhm,” you wanted to lie and say yes, “No, I don’t think so. We have an elevator, and it would be more troublesome for you because you’d have to sign a sheet to go in. You might run into a fan too, you might see your name trending again.”

“Okay,” was his only reply. He continued to drive silently as you moped while thinking of a way to start another conversation. Time was ticking and you hadn’t realized almost an hour drive could feel this fast, does the world hate you after all?

Your brain cells were saved when Sakusa spoke next, “Have you thought about it?”

“About what?” you rubbed your palms to keep warmth, confused by what he meant.

“Dating guys in your university,” he states plainly. Your mouth hung slightly as you were struck by the memory of your conversation out at Atsumu’s patio.

You purse your lips, gripping the edge of your leather seat, “Absolutely not.”

Sakusa surprised you yet again with what he said next, “I thought that was the reason why you weren’t messaging me.”

You gaped at him, disbelieving. You didn’t even think he would notice! Suddenly you were overcome with a burst of joy, “You missed me?” you sounded way too happy for your own good.

Sakusa went completely silent. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer out of him but you were still happy with the thought of him waiting for a message from you. It was likely enough to keep you happy to be simply looking out the window on the whole way to your dormitory. But of course, you don’t miss the chance to talk to him more. You asked him a few questions here and there like how the new album was holding up and the shoots and other important marketing stuff the band needed to attend to. He answered in short one-word answers and if you were lucky, a full sentence.

Your good mood toned down when you were on the street that led to your dormitory, knowing you’d have to say goodbye to him again soon.

“Why don’t you consider it?” Sakusa asks as he stops the car in front of your building, “Seeing other guys?”

It was a bit funny how your mood went completely sour, when you were brimming with happiness a few minutes ago. Your expression was passive as you say, “I told you, you’re the only one I like,” he was bringing this up again. He couldn’t get it through his head that you would only ever like him.

“You started liking me when you were barely a teen,” Sakusa references your confession to him, where you admitted that you’ve liked him ever since you met him, “You should give yourself a chance to look at other people.”

“You won’t even look at me,” your shoulders curled, you felt like your chest was caving in on you with how loud it beat. You wondered if he could hear it.

“You’re better off with another guy,” Sakusa insists, leaning against his seat, exasperated, as if you were draining the life out of him.

“So you keep saying,” you say in almost a whisper, “Is it because you’re already seeing someone?” you ask, your mind thinking of other possible reasons as to why he didn’t even seem to want to let you like him. If he were to say that he was, you’d stop. Even though it would hurt.

“No,” Sakusa sighs, completely turning off the engine.

“Then why can’t you even let me like you?” your voice almost cracks at the end. Your nails dug in your palm.

“Stop being stubborn, Miya,” Sakusa faces you completely, his jaw set, his eyes, the only tell for his actual emotions.

“Am I not pretty enough?” it was out before you could control yourself, you couldn’t even look him in the eye because of how ashamed you were at your question, “Sorry, I know you’re not the type to be shallow about appearances. But, of course you still have standards and that… might not… be me,” your voice getting fainter the more you talk.

There was a ringing in your ear, you felt lightheaded. Thinking of ways to remedy the situation, a sour situation you turned even more dour. You started feeling anxious in your seat, too bare, too exposed.

A touch was what got you out of your blinded stupor. A touch that was cold against your warmth.

“That’s not it at all,” a gentle hand raised your chin so you could meet his gaze, “You’re getting it all wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize again, guilty you were letting him in your emotional frenzy.

“Don’t… apologize,” Sakusa began looking frustrated, his jaw ticking and his eyes shaky, “You’re beautiful, okay?”

You blinked, once, twice.

Despite all the signs that you weren’t dreaming, you still weren’t convinced this was your reality. Sakusa just called you beautiful. Sakusa told you, you were beautiful. Sakusa called you beautiful. No matter how many times you rephrase it in your head, it still felt unreal. You dumbly stared back, not knowing what to reply.

“I, uhm, o-okay?” you embarrassingly stutter out. Sakusa found you beautiful.

“I’m only looking out for you,” the hand still on your chin caressed your cheek. His words brought your senses back. You were afraid he was going on another tirade about how your affection shouldn’t be directed at him. That you should find some other guy to pour your heart out to. That no matter what you do, he would never be the one for you.

You nibbled on your lower lip, observing as his gaze fell down to it and back up to meet your unsteady stare.

“But…” you began, thinking of comebacks, reasons, anything, “I like you,” your eyes fluttered, in the end, that was the only thing that mattered to you, “So much,” your voice was fragile, and you could barely look at him straight.

You watched as his gaze sharpened, you waited seconds for a frustrated remark but it never happened. Instead, it looked like he was contemplating something. You waited, patient, willing to take whatever it was that he was willing to give you. And then finally, as if he couldn’t resist it, he tilted your head to the side and slowly, softly, lips barely grazing your cheek. Like his touch, it was cool, yet it gave you warmth all the same as heat rose to your face.

It was quick, and abrupt, and he let go of you immediately after as if your skin gave him burns.

Sakusa was tense as he opened the door and stepped out of the car. You gulped, your heart wanted to escape your chest, and you could hardly remember how to breathe.

Steadily—as steady as you can manage in your current state—and carefully, a hand went up to hold your cheek where Sakusa kissed you.

a/n — alright so i went a lil crazy with this one BUT MY EXCUSE IS i am in love with sakusa kiyoomi HES SO UGH mine

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Fight For Me (II)

Part one Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (GN) word count: 3,803 Summary: When industries collide, Kuroo is reunited with the one that got away. But nobody is pleased to see each other.

“Oh Y/N!” Alisa Haiba screeched, bringing her old friend into a hug. “I’m so glad you took the role! Ah I can finally have a friend amongst my team.”

With a laugh, Y/N only rubbed their friend’s back lightly, not to crease her outfit that will soon be shot in the new YSL photoshoot. It had been back in Melbourne did Y/N L/N and Alisa Haiba became acquaintances. At first it took Y/N a while to realise how they recognised Alisa, thinking it was just because they saw her face plastered on every major billboard on their way to campus. But the illusive fantasy of a celebrity was shattered when she spoke in her accented English and their high school memories came flashing before their eyes. From that day forward, their worlds collided.

After a gruelling last ditch push to complete their masters, Y/N was lucky to have Alisa as one of their few friends in Tokyo. Since coming back to Japan, Y/N had forgotten how lonely the city could be. How they would blend into the crowd of faces, becoming another statistic on a long list of residents. They hated the city, they hated how the streets they used to walk down during high school remain untouched, how the faces of the shop owners only grow older, their frowns sagging to the floor. Getting out of Japan felt liberating, to come back to it all Y/N found themselves wallowing in the same self-pity that they found themselves suffering with during their teen years. Alisa was a reminder of the world outside of the city, she allowed Y/N to follow her on trips and try new exciting things to brighten their full life. When Alisa became the face of YSL Japan and her modelling career expanded beyond Asia, Y/N was thrilled to join their friend at the request to be her assistant public relations secretary.

If I could get Alisa to be the most known face across the globe, I can finally start my life again, out of Tokyo.

The desire to finally leave Japan behind, leave their past behind and explore the world beyond. Maybe, that could get rid of the sour taste in Y/N’s mouth every time they thought of Tokyo.

Despite their extensive years in academia, books could not compare to reality. Piles and piles of paperwork, emails and meetings meant Y/N lived and breathed the Haiba siblings. Being a part of Alisa’s PR team meant being a part of Lev’s, it was a given to see the fellow Nekoma alumni at work. At first, Y/N was resentful. Nekoma was supposed to be long past them, just a floating memory of guilt and regret. Lev was advised by his sister to not pester Y/N about high school, about anything related to Nekoma especially anything about Kuroo. The first few months with the Haiba siblings were stressful. Lev was growing increasingly popular amongst younger fans, booking him on daytime television to speak about his latest projects was a breeze. More fans meant more fan meets and thus more work for Y/N.

More work means bigger reach, and getting even closer to leaving.

With winter around the corner, Y/N knew there would be an exponential growth in events that would need to be covered. Press conferences, online campaigns, brand collaborations. Whenever Y/N closed their eyes, all they could see was the Haiba siblings plastered on the inside of their eyelids. Amidst the pile of work, Y/N noticed a oddly hand written note;

‘Please please pleaseeee consider this one! I wanna work with Kenma and Chibi-chan T^T’

Lifting up the sticky note, the title page screamed out to Y/N.

“Bouncing Ball Corp ft. Hinata Shoyo and Lev Haiba.”

“Helloo~”

“Where’d you get this plan from? Who gave it to you? Is this some kind of joke? You’re a high end luxury brand model with limited television guest appearances, what makes you think I’d let you represent sports now?” Y/N’s voice boomed into the phone, causing Lev’s eardrums to burst and bleed from the noise shattering scolding on the other end of the call.

“Kenma gave it me! He said his team told him it would be good to reach out to other famous people who knew!” He whined.

It was partially the prospect of being with Kenma and Hinata again, but more so, he craved the feeling of slamming a volleyball with his bare hands again. After years of maintaining his pristine image, his calloused hands had smoothened out, as soft as a baby’s bum. He was yearning for the thrill of the game again.

“No. This proposal makes no sense anyways. Who even wrote this?”

“Well it was someone on Kenma’s side! Anyways, he’s got a hugeee following on Youtube and Twitch! All people talk about on Twitter is his stuff! Y/N you’ve always wanted a big international gig, and I’ve found us one! Please, please, please, pleaseeee!” If Lev wasn’t in public he would’ve been on his knees begging, kissing Y/N’s feet till they said yes.

Indeed, all Y/N needed now was a major international break for the siblings, if they could book either a global brand ambassador position or an American modelling debut, then Y/N could finally relocate to anywhere but Japan. The Tokyo smog blocked their lungs each daily commute to work, the buildings never changed and the familiar scents of old stores and parks they used to frequent as a student became sickening.

“Give me Kodzuken’s contacts and we’ll see.”

It was a wild goose chase to get the right person to contact. Email, after email. More and more useless contacts that lead Y/N to no helpful responses. Different representatives of Kodzuken and Hinata Shoyo till finally the Japanese Volleyball Association. After two weeks of this ordeal, Y/N was finally sent through to the person in charge of organising the project. But of all people, it just so happened to be Kuroo Tetsurou. Shit.

Despite getting to chase around his old volleyball rivals across the world for scouting, interviews and just regular catch ups. Kuroo hated the mundane parts of his job, emails and project meetings. Managers up his arse about deadlines. His fingers were beginning to cramp into a contorted version of itself with all the typing he had to endure. He swore his email page was burned into the scleras of his eyes.

Ping.

Another one to the read later pile. It was fifteen minutes till the end of his shift, he wasn’t going to stay for overtime this week, he had made plans with Kenma tonight. After weeks of rejection, the self-made entrepreneur finally was willing to leave his room to grab a drink with his long time friend. Before he could shut off his monitor, he read the Sender’s name.

L/N Y/N.

Holy fuck.

He thought he had buried the last sparks of affection he had for Y/N the morning they blocked them. But no, like a phoenix, the embers within him burst into an inferno. Nothing could quench the burning desire he held inside. Kuroo had forgotten where he was, he was no longer stuck in a mechanical cubicle with the robotic tapping of keyboards echoing throughout the room. He was back in his Nekoma uniform, back with Y/N by his side. He could smell them, touch them and most of all kiss them. Their laugh was ringing in his head, he was high on their perfume. Kuroo begs to any mighty power above him or anyone who could hear his heart, for his yearning to cease. He thought he could leave it all behind but his body, no his soul calls for Y/N.

A few clicks was all it took and he plummeted to the pitiful man he once was without Y/N. His eyes darted at the few sentences, he could hear Y/N’s echoing in his head reading to him.

I hope this email finds you well…Lev Haiba…with Bouncing Ball Corp…please contact me…best regards L/N Y/N.

By some wicked power that festered inside him, Kuroo saw this as a sign from the universe. Finally letting Y/N back into his life. He could once again feel true happiness, the love that had left his heart with a gaping void for the last few years.

Within a few weeks, each team was able to schedule the first table reading for the promotional video. The main plan to have it filmed over a course of two weeks, just in time before the Olympics in Tokyo. Time was of the essence and the only reason why Y/N was pushing themselves to succeed in this collar was the promise of a better life for themselves. The table reading was in a spacious meeting room curtesy of the Japanese Volleyball Association, the room stretched far beyond any hall Y/N had seen before. A titanic monitor casts its shadow over the table, a long aisle of varied refreshments framed the corners of the room. The chairs were individually cushioned, the carpet was soft with the richest woven fibres from the farthest corners of the world.

Y/N had arrived with Lev and multiple representatives from his team, Kuroo was stood under the frame of the entrance door, his jaw ajar. To Kuroo Tetsurou the mere sight of Y/N took his breath away, all he wished to do was run as fast as his legs could take him and embrace them with the strength of a thousand suns. Claiming them to be his all over again. He didn’t notice that Y/N’s face was getting closer and closer towards him, till they were stood shoulder to shoulder, face to face.

“Mr. Kuroo, a pleasure to be working with you.” Y/N held out their rigid hand.

“…Y/N,” he whispered, as if saying their name aloud was punishable by death.

“My name is L/N. I expect you to refer to me as such. We will see you inside.” Five seconds. Their reunion lasted five seconds, Kuroo couldn’t help but watch Y/N’s figure walk away, the closest he’s ever been to them, and all he can have in return is the sight of their back.

“My god, they’re as beautiful as the day I lost them.” Kuroo uttered.

The meeting went as smoothly as planned. Any issues were discussed thoroughly and everyone was confident in the project. But Kuroo paid no attention to any of it. His eyes could not keep off of Y/N. The way they’d speak so eloquently, unlike how childish they were in high school. He admired Y/N’s new found maturity, this chic version of his love, he was still entranced by their allure years after their split. However, his eyes would dart to the presence of Lev Haiba next to Y/N. A deeply rooted feeling of jealousy to the boy he once considered his underling. The Haiba siblings could see and be around Y/N every waking hour, yet the only time he had with them within his reach, lasted only five seconds. It wasn’t fair. He had assumed that Y/N had no more ties to Nekoma, so the thought of Y/N never cross his mind, till now. Seeing them beside Lev Haiba, sparked a new fire within his chest. Distant memories would flash in Kuroo's mind, younger versions of themselves, a first year Lev begging to meet and be around Y/N, his partner of three years. Jokes that he would push aside, confirming how Y/N was separate to volleyball and he had no intentions of merging these two sides of him. Yet there they were, in union with each other. Y/N and volleyball. He felt sick.

“I understand that the sport is the focus of this project, but we mustn’t ignore the everyday audience who aren’t fans of the sport.” Y/N spoke with a tinge of spite, they never mentioned the sport by name. In case the moment they uttered its name, they would be shackled down to its legacy for all of eternity.

“Lev is the public’s rising heartthrob, for both his looks and his humour, use it.”

“Aw! Thank you Y/N!” The half-russian man tried to coddle Y/N only to be pushed back into his seat by them.

Kuroo Tetsurou was torn. He wished to be the one to coddle Y/N. He hated how formal this all was, never had he thought of Y/N as this pragmatic android that spouted the same endless bullshit his co-workers would repeat. He wanted to see them laugh again, he wanted to bring them crying on their knees from tears of laughter. Maybe if he did that stupid impression of their father that always made them laugh, maybe then Y/N would go back to how they were in school.

The meeting came to a close and the rounds of production was set in stone. Kuroo’s work continued to pile, he couldn’t stay on set with the boys anymore than a day and any moment he did have on set, Y/N was never there. Filming ceased and everyone returned to their original teams, muttering away on their desktops and laptops to meet the deadline their bosses’ had set. Lev Haiba went back to modelling for big brands, Kenma increased the number of live-streams in the weeks forward after having a week off for filming. Whilst Hinata was preparing the announcement of him joining the Japanese National team.

Kuroo was stuck in his monotone cubicle again. The sight of his friends succeed in things beyond the mundane 9 to 5, that he was a slave to, was not an idea that came to mind at first. Originally, he loved the thrill of working behind sports promotion. But now, as a settled employee, he felt his life drain by the second. Only the thought of Y/N pushed him, once the project is uploaded and succeeds, he could see them at the celebratory party. If everything goes to plan. Then he could finally speak to them. Apologise. Tie everything up in a pretty bow so he could feel, complete.

The promotional video saw millions of views and trending hashtags across multiple social medias. They had, of course, prepared for this case. Releasing behind the scenes content, exclusive photographs and interacting with online fans.

It was as Y/N had planned, down to the T. It was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders, they knew within a few days the money would come rolling in through sponsors and new deals for their company. The Japanese Volleyball Association along with Bouncing Ball Corp allowed the teams to work in a private office space for the collaboration to increase cross communication. Y/N had spent night after night working endlessly on multiple PR plans that would cover all of Lev’s possible mishaps. The moment everything succeeded, they crashed. Their face plummeted to the keyboard and drifted into a deep slumber.

Y/N was at the entrance of Nekoma High, their uniform was slightly creased because they forgot to iron their shirt the night before. First day of high school and they already felt nauseous. They hated how their uniform sat on their frame, they hated how they had they ended up in a school where most of their old middle school classmates joined them. They felt stuck in an endless cycle of the same boring, mundane life they always lived.

“Ya gonna go in?”

The light spring breeze blew the tall boy’s black hair to fly upwards, revealing his other eye. He quickly flattened it to hide his forehead. He looked ridiculous, his jumper was slightly too big for him, his parents probably went a few sizes up awaiting for his eventual growth spurt.

“L/N c’mon, let me copy your English homework! Just this once!” Kuroo pleaded, training behind Y/N like a cub to its mother.

“Kuroo this is the fourth time! Remember last time, the teacher called your mom in for a meeting about you cheating!”

The boy had grown to tower over Y/N now, he was freakishly taller than the day they first met. His long limbs made him be twice as fast as well. “I’d much rather get told off for copying than get told off for bringing nothing at all.”

With a huff, Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. Their dynamic was a breath of fresh air for Y/N, who previously was so used to an isolated world. But by Kuroo’s side, Y/N felt like they belonged. Somewhere within Kuroo’s circle, Y/N had a place fit just for them.

Kuroo would always tell people that he asked Y/N out first, that he prepared a romantic dinner at his place and popped the question as if it was their last night on earth. In truth, Y/N caught him amidst his plans and cut him to the chase. But Kuroo Tetsurou, the ever-so secret romantic, wanted everyone to believe that he swept them off their feet.

“If we’re going to be together we’ve got to do good morning and good night texts,” he huffed whilst Y/N’s arms cradled him into a tight embrace. They laughed in response for his childish acts, as a way to get back on ruining his plans on asking them out, Kuroo insisted on being as romantic as he could be with them. Holding hands, spooning, kisses in public. He didn’t care for the stares, he didn’t care for the whispers. He was happy. Y/N was happy.

“Y/N,” Kuroo’s face was so close yet each time Y/N reached out their hand, it faded into nothingness.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He kept calling their name yet Y/N couldn’t reach him.

“Tetsu?”

A sudden jolt caused Y/N to shoot back up, their shoulders were covered with a distinct black jacket. Beside them was of course, the man who emerged straight from their dreams. Kuroo Tetsurou.

“Sorry but, they’re shutting the building soon. You shouldn’t sleep here, it’ll hurt your back. I know that very well,” he chuckled beneath his breath.

Y/N hadn’t realised this before, but Kuroo’s eye bags had sunken deeper into his face. He had more noticeable crows feet and the wrinkles between his eyebrows had settled in already, quite concerning for a man still as young as him. He had changed his cologne again. He went back to the faint powdery scent, with hints of elderflower. The cologne Y/N bought him for their second anniversary. They didn’t know they still made that scent. His hands were still as calloused as they were years ago, bulging veins decorated his wrists and forearms. He maintained his built form, Y/N could see it through his button up shirt. He hadn’t changed much but was still an entirely different person.

“I was just tired Kuroo.” Y/N shimmied out of the man’s coat to return it, but Kuroo remained still.

“It’s weird to hear you call me that.” He chuckled, “I was always Tetsu to you.”

“Yeah well that was when we were kids.”

Kuroo smiled, a sad empty smile that held the years of regret that he harboured. Kids in love, he thought.

“I’m going home now, thanks for waking me.” Before Y/N could step out of the office door, Kuroo grabbed their wrist. He knew this was the last time he would ever see them, he sensed it. The moment they walk out that door it’ll be over. He had to fight, it was now or never.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for how I treated you all those years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you. I’m sorry I was never there for you.”

Disgusted. Pained. Relieved. Scared. Y/N’s stomach felt like a pit of snakes colliding into each other, trying to consume one another but failing miserably. Kuroo Tetsurou was a shell of a man now, the pain of heartbreak that lasted an eternity was killing his body slowly. He hadn’t mourned Y/N properly. He hadn’t mourned their relationship properly.

“Why?”

“Huh- What?” Kuroo asked, dropping his grip on Y/N.

“After all these years. Why are you apologising to me now.” You could hear a pin drop from the deafening silence between the two.

“Because I love you. I’ve always loved you Y/N, I won’t ever stop loving yo-“

“Shut up.” This was straight out of teenage Y/N’s dreams, the Kuroo Tetsurou who was begging them to stay. The Kuroo Tetsurou that they used to cling to in hopes of a final embrace. He was finally right in front of Y/N. With glassy eyes, proclaiming his undying love to them, his body craving Y/N’s own. He was right there, and he was pathetic.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. If you did love me, you would’ve done this the night we ended it. But no, you barely said anything to me. In fact what you did, hurt me more than our actual split. You left me. You left me alone. Not just in our time together. I was never included in any part of your life beyond me. Despite being together for three years, I was completely, utterly alone." Warm tears that Y/N had suppressed for years began to arise from the dead.

“I thought you wanted me by your side, that you needed me because I had a place in your life. But you proved me wrong time and time again! I came second to everything in your life! Not once did I feel like a person to you. You took me for granted.”

It was like a slap in the face for Kuroo Tetsurou, he hadn’t realised it till now. In his eyes, Y/N was someone he once wanted to possess, to have and hold forever. He saw them just like his old pair of glasses he lost down the coach pillows. It took a few blinks to realise in front of him, was a person who had seen love and loss, found liberation and had it taken away. A person who had worked their life away to see the riches of their hard work. When they were in Nekoma, Y/N would always cheer him on from the sidelines, he thought it was fine. He thought they were okay with just watching them afar, he knew they didn’t really like volleyball but he didn’t care to talk about it anymore. He didn’t care. He didn’t care for having Y/N meet his teammates and hang around them, he wanted to keep them to himself. He didn’t care. His indifference was his demise. After over five years, he realised this.

“I have lived a thousand lifetimes since I left you. I think it’s time for you to do the same Tetsurou. Stop clinging to the past.”

Kuroo Tetsurou, the man who yearned the joys of his youth, could see clearly now. Y/N didn’t look back at the man. They picked up their bag and stepped out the door. Phone in hand, ready to dial up their friends, to celebrate a life well lived.

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annabang · 4 months ago

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hot girl summer ! alisa haiba (31) model

#haiba alisa #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #haikyuu!!#haikyuu art #alisa haiba #hq girls

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edelfie · 3 months ago

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#𝓣𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘! who’s that girl?

Y/N L/N is a nobody. well, maybe that’s a stretch, but it’s nothing compared to the other words the media uses to describe you. washed up, irrelevant, talentless—any cruel word or insult has or will be thrown your way. but 10 years in the game has forced you to grow thick skin, even if the supposed quality of your music doesn’t suit it. so why is it that today, of all the days, you awake to the worst news imaginable—worse than all the name-calling and jeers?

or, you open twitter. it doesn’t go well.

BLIND ITEMS! —

## this millionaire’s daughter influencer is known for buying many of her followers across all platforms. however, brands and colleagues ignore it because of the fat check lining her pockets.

## this one-of-a-duo A-list model is having business disputes with his other half and sibling. apparently, he wants more creative control over their projects despite having been in the industry for less time. it’s so serious that legal litigation is in the works. [revealed: lev haiba, alisa haiba]

## the not-so-indie band’s newest album is rumored to be about a controversial figure in the industry. this figure has already produced an album about the lead singer years ago, however it failed to garner any publicity.

## off-the-charts wannabe pop star is postponing her next album because her team knows her career is over if she doesn’t chart well. after nearly a decade in the industry and without a single long-lasting, cultural hit, she’s better off waiting tables than writing music. [revealed: Y/N L/N]

gracetheestallion. the haiba twins fighting ?? i can’t believe, like actually

colormeshocked. if y/n doesn’t clutch up rq then i’m gonna be so sad for her — underdawg. honestly, it’s just not fair how she’s treated by the industry — garagoesgaga. it’s “unfair”? she literally only makes trash songs and hooks up with men in relationships, girl bye — underdawg. your misogyny is showing, ugly <3 — garagoesgaga. wowwwww insults, so mature. average iq of a y/n fan

NOTES! —

Two posts in one day? It's more likely than you think! Anyways, today's fundraiser is for the family and sons of Reyna and Javier. Reyna and Javier lost their lives in a fatal crash, leaving their three sons without parents. Of their sons, one of them was dependent on their parents as he has been wheelchair bound all his life. In this brief period of time, he has lost both his parents and his primary caregivers. The entire family is feeling the financial strain of the sudden loss, so every help counts. Please consider donating here on GoFundMe or copy the link and share it online!

If you're new here, or even if you're not since I'm just starting to post again, I strive to bring attention to different fundraisers in all my posts. I primarily focus on sharing the stories of individuals in dire need, such as refugees in Gaza or those experiencing sudden homelessness, however there is no comparison between struggles, grief, and loss here! So I also take the time to share the stories of families such as Reyna and Javier's, and would deeply appreciate it if you could show them some much needed love as well.

I won't say too much, but as someone who has had the cards stacked against them (being a poc, nonbinary, queer, a religious minority, etc.) and has experienced my own share of loss, I can say that while the pain doesn't feel the same, the knife digs itself into you either way. My family was privileged enough to afford a funeral for my grandfather, who recently passed, but with many other family members getting older in age and being taken by the devil that is cancer, it does make me nervous as to how we will make it through. Regardless, I just hope that my plea and the stories I share will implore you to help others—not out of moral or societal obligation or to save face, but out of humanity and compassion <3

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guitarstringed-scars · 5 months ago

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silver springs- keiji akaashi

silver springs- keiji akaashi x f!reader, angst with a somewhat happy ending, band au, just a one-shot for you all

keiji akaashi hated this breakup. he hated how you missed three rehearsals after it was over. he hated the way he missed you so much, and he hated the way suna was right.

“are you sure it’s a good idea to be in a band with your girlfriend? i mean no offense man, you guys seem perfect for each other, but what if things go south?” he had asked years earlier.

“things wont. i’m gonna marry her.” he had replied at the time. he kept that thought for years too. he was gonna marry you. so, the band was perfect, and it wasn’t long before you all shot to stardom.

being in the spotlight is hard. it was hard on you, it was hard on keiji, it was hard on your relationship. the fans, the rumors, the lack of privacy. it was all slowly drilling a hole between you two. you loved each other, and you trusted each other, but the public didn’t know that. all they knew was “keiji akaashi spotted with model alisa haiba, girlfriend y/n l/n is LIVID!” or “insider says that y/n l/n is considering leaving boyfriend keiji akaashi for volleyball superstar koutaro bokuto!”

you both knew these rumors weren’t true. that you were just in the bathroom in the pictures taken of keiji and alisa. that you would never leave keiji for koutaro, and you were only at a game because he’s such a close friend of you two. but when the entire world is telling you that the rumors are true, things get complicated. the first real fight you had was also your last. there was yelling on both sides, and crying on both sides, and finally an “i think we should break up.” from keiji’s side.

it was dumb. letting one fight ruin the 4 years. even as you fought, he was still ready to marry you. but one too many thoughts were said out loud. so it all came crumbling down.

the days after were rough. you took all of your stuff and moved out right after he said those words. he locked himself in the bathroom as soon as you grabbed your suitcase.

the headlines the next morning only made it worse, “y/n l/n spotted leaving boyfriend keiji akaashis apartment in tears with her bags. is it truly over?”

yes. for once, the tabloids were right. it is truly over. keiji regrets it. he regrets even starting the argument with you. he doesn’t even remember how it started. but he remembers how he started to fall in love with you.

4 and a half years earlier keiji sat in a crowded bar. the same bar he frequented every weekend as a student, this weekend was no different. there was always a different musician playing, and this week it was you. y/n l/n. you sat on a stool, in the center of the stage, just you and your guitar. you looked absolutely perfect, he thought from the back. he couldn’t even see your features properly over the crowd, but the moment you started singing, he knew you were perfect. keiji was already playing bass or guitar for a few groups at this point, just last minute gigs and such, but he knew he wanted to make something of his own. so while he listened to your angelic voice sing, he sent a message to a few friends. suna, who he had met in university. a great drummer. sugawara, who he’d met back in high school. he was great at the piano. semi, who he knew as the guy who plays guitar. he begged them to start a band with him, and much to his delight, they agreed. he promised them the perfect lead singer as well.

only problem was getting you to agree.

so he approached you as you were packing up your guitar, and practically begged you to join. up close you were even more beautiful. you had just laughed at his begging and agreed, surprisingly.

when asked about why you joined 2 years later in an interview, you laughed again. “i thought the guy asking was pretty cute.”

so when the two of you started spending all your time together in a band, it was inevitable that you’d end up together. you shared the same passions for music, the same care for your band mates, the same humor, the same interests.

and you did end up together. when you two told the rest of the band they were all overjoyed, they all saw it coming. so when suna pulled keiji aside after you two announced it, he was a bit surprised to hear what he said.

“are you sure it’s a good idea to be in a band with your girlfriend? i mean no offense man, you guys seem perfect for each other, but what if things go south?”

and things did go south. not in a gradual motion, but in one intense turn. things went south. you didn’t speak to anyone in the band for a week. they all knew what had happened, and none of them expected it. just like none of them expected the sudden attention the band began to gain.

you all started as an opener for a bigger artist, and then you were having your own tour, and releasing albums, and being interviewed, and winning awards, and being observed closely and attacked for every minuscule movement.

you were sick of it. keiji could tell. you would lay in bed next to him at the end of a long day of interviews, or recording, and tell him stories of how it was when you were a solo musician, just starting out.

“do you regret joining the band?” he would ask you as you played with his hair.

“no.” you would answer. “cause then i wouldn’t have gotten to meet you, or koushi, or rintaro, or semi, or so many other incredible people.”

and the two of you would fall asleep in each others arms, happy.

now keiji sleeps alone in the guest bedroom. he can’t stand being in your room without you.

at the first rehearsal after the breakup you didn’t show up. your manager was upset, and called you 3 times. after the 3rd time hearing your voicemail message, your manager turned to him.

“could you try calling her akaashi?” she asked.

“she wont answer me. she’s not coming.” he answered, before getting up and locking himself in the studio bathroom.

he won’t be the one people ask to get a hold of you any more.

this whole routine repeated twice more, and on your third missed rehearsal, you finally showed up, an hour late.

no one wants to speak. keiji bites the inside of his cheek for a moment as you set down your guitar. he’s about to say something before your manager interrupts his thoughts.

“you’ve missed three rehearsals, a dinner, two interviews, and four meetings.” ”great. i’ll get those rescheduled.” you say, not even looking up from your guitar. you haven’t looked at him once.

“where have you been?” she asks you.

“i needed some time. i wrote some stuff.” you say, turning to the band for the second statement. you still don’t look at him.

your manager sighs and exits the room. it’s always been a rule that its just band members in the room at rehearsals.

“what’d you write?” semi asks, as he messes with his guitar. you look at semi. keiji wants more than anything for you to look at him right now and tell him you forgive him, but he knows that wont come. especially since he hasn’t given you an apology to accept.

you don’t look at him the next two hours. you play two songs you’ve written over the past week. they are full of emotions that no one in the band is quite ready to process. you start to explain what sounds you want from the other instruments. helping suna with the rhythms, playing the melody for sugawara, and explaining chords you like to semi. when it comes to the bass, you go quiet for a second.

“i don’t know what i want the bass line to be.” you say. you look at him for the first time. he can see the hurt in your eyes and he wonders if this is why you’ve avoided looking at him. he can also tell that you are lying. the people in this room know you better than anyone else. you’ve spent almost every day of the past four years together, and keiji knows you best.

he knows that you know exactly what you want the bass line to be. he knows you’ve spent hours coming up with it and picking it apart. he knows you have a perfect bass part written out in your magnificent mind, and he knows you wont tell him what it is. so, he works on it alone. and every time he plays it, you find something you don’t like about it.

finally, the rehearsal ends. you don’t look at him much more the rest of the time. the other band members pack up quickly, eager to escape the tension in the room.

then, it’s just you two.

he speaks first.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, it’s my fault. i can’t figure out what i want the bass line to sound like.” you say.

“no.” he says.

you don’t say anything.

“thats not what i meant and you know it y/n.”

“then what do you mean keiji?” your voice is full of hurt. you do know.

it’s his turn to not say anything.

“you know i love you.” you say, shutting your guitar case. ”y/n. i love you more than anything, please.” he’s crying now. he watches a drop land on the glossy finish of his bass. he can’t help but feel like it’s oh so cliche. he hears shuffling beside him. feels a hand on his shoulder. you are kneeling next to him now, holding a notebook. it’s your song writing notebook. he’s seen it many times before, sat on the desk in your shared bedroom.

you’ve written countless love songs in it for him. countless songs about the way you feel, your life, your stories.

he watches you open it to the most recent page. theres a bass line written out at the bottom. eraser marks all over prove it’s one you’ve thought about deeply.

you hand him the notebook. the same second he’s grabbing it, he’s setting it down on the floor beside you two and wrapping his arms around you. you reciprocate the hug. now you are both sobbing.

keiji is mumbling into your hair. he’s telling you he loves you, and he does’t want to break up, and he was just stressed because you’ve never really fought before. and he tells you he's gonna marry you.

and he’s telling the truth.

a/n: hi i love akaashi, and i love music (i play the bass hehehe) and i really liked writing this! very proud of it woohoo!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #keiji akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #hq akaashi #akaashi fluff #keiji akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi angst #angst #haikyuu time skip #haikyuu x you #hq x y/n #hq x you #keiji akaashi x you

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satorisoup · 10 months ago

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★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 3 - PROPOSITION

to say you were nervous would be a complete understatement. the time now reads around 2:30, and in just an hour and a half, you would be meeting with the manager of the nekodani, without any knowing of what it could be about.

you probably should be getting ready now, as it was about a 20 minute drive to the location alisa had sent you.

your teeth are brushed, your normal makeup looks as is usually does, and your hair is styled presentably so. opting for something atleast a little more than casual wear, you throw on what you think is your best bet. soon enough, you’re ready and out the door to begin your drive.

you only send your friends a quick text letting them know you’re on your way there and you’ll let them know how it goes, and you’re feeling almost overwhelmed the entire drive. “don’t fuck this up” is a sentence that’s practically on replay as it skips through your mind like a beat, all the way until you’re arriving in a parking way. “you’ve arrived” sings through your car radio as your gps declares it.

exiting your car, you make your way to the office buildings door. nerves prickle at your fingertips as your hands curl into a fist, three knocks placed on the wooden frame in front of you. a latch is clicked out of place before the door is sliding open.

a woman with long, gray hair stands before you. long legs that adorn a pencil skirt and a blouse that shouldn’t look that good on anyone, her face still youthful with plump lips and rosy cheeks. she looks like a model, and you’re soon realizing, she is. you’ve seen her face in multiple stores, plastered on their posters.

“are you y/n?” she asks you, a questioning smile on her face.

“yes, that’s me.”

her smile only grows brighter before she motions you inside. “great! please, come in and take a seat!” she says.

you’re soon seated in a chair to the opposite side of her desk as she takes her seat herself. your mind still races with questions that have yet to be answered, and when she speaks, it’s almost as if she can hear your thoughts.

“i’m sure you’re wondering why i’ve called you here, so let me start with introductions. i’m alisa haiba, and i’m the manager for the band N3KODANI. i’ve heard through a grapevine that you’re a songwriter, correct?” she questions.

“yes, singer and songwriter. my artist name is vocaliz3.”

“perfect! to cut to the chase, i do have a proposition for you. if you will hear me out, as you are the only artist i’ve found so far to be fitting.” and you’re quick to answer with an “of course.”

“As a band, we take our fans into high consideration, as they are our greatest asset to being at the top of the music industry. as of recently, we’ve noticed quite a few have started to complain about the lack of new music on our part. i had a discussion with our band members, and we came to a quick realization that with the amount of work we already have to put in, and our skills in the field of writing music, we simply can’t do it ourselves. that’s where you come in.”

“how so?” you inquire.

“your artist name had circulated around and came back to us. i’ve overviewed some of your pieces, and you do have a natural talent. seeing as how i really can’t hire anybody for this position, i took you into account considering you already have a role in the music industry. what i’m trying to get at is,” she pauses before she looks at you, “i’d like to hire you as our songwriter for N3KODANI.”

there’s a silence that envelopes the room at her statement as your eyes slightly widen and your composure is almost broken, and you fight with every ounce of professionalism you have left in your bones to ask your next question.

“i understand. what would this entail for me?”

she smiles before she’s pulling out a folder from her drawer, placing it on the desk between you two.

“i’m glad you asked, as i’m sure you know it won’t be easy. for starters, i’d need you to write songs to create a new album. i would also need you to be present for recordings in the studio to help our members in practicing your pieces. within all of this, we are planning to go on tour to perform these songs in 2 months time. osaka, kyoto, nagasaki, and lastly, shibuya here in tokyo. i would need you to attend our tour. all expenses paid, of course. along with payment for your hard work. i know this is a lot to be asking, but it is rather urgent. i would need to know within the next few days if you’re willing to take up this offer.” she finishes.

“i definitely will need some time to consider this. if i may know, what is the salary? and how often would i be needing to be present?” you ask, trying to ignore the itch in your brain to automatically agree with her.

“everything is in this folder that i’ve compiled. salary, schedules, locations, you name it. please, take it with you while you consider. i’ve also left my phone number in there, for when you have your answer.” you hum in acknowledgment as you thank her, and suddenly she gasps before she continues, “oh damn! how unprofessional of me. im extremely sorry to cut this so short, but unfortunately i do have to get going, i truly appreciate you taking your time to meet with me.” she says, standing from her office chair.

“don’t worry, no problem at all. i should be the one thanking you for the opportunity. i will make sure to get back to you as soon as i can!” you say, now walking back out of the door you came in through at the start.

“it’s really no worries. i hope to hear from you soon. have a nice day!” she responds.

you now sit in your car, bubbles of excitement and bewilderment swarm through your body as you stare at the folder that sits in the passenger seat. before you know it, you’re grabbing your phone with enthralled shaking hands to make a text.

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★ FUN FACTS

⋆ alisa is still a model, following the canon timeskip.

⋆ osamu is the least humorous of the group, but he still has his moments.

⋆ TAGLIST

if your name is in bold, i can not tag you.

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playmiya · 4 months ago

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[name] [last name], journalism major and owner of the accounts notname and namesdumpster. former nekoma student and editor of waseda's oldest and most prestigious student publications, the waseda herald, [name] has a very strong sense of justice and frequently moonlights as a vigilante on waseda's huge campus, fighting crime in her own small ways. she dreams of becoming a successful journalist and is on the lookout for her big break..

kenma kozume, ridiculously famous streamer who blew up in covid and currently majors in game development. roommates with kuroo and effectively [name's] "guy in the chair", constantly looking out for her when she's off doing vigilante work.

yachi hitoka, sunflower, staff writer and sports contributor for the waseda herald, and hopefully, soon the manager of the university's volleyball club! knows everyone in the groupchat from her karasuno days, and secretly worries for [name]'s health.

alisa haiba, model and influencer, waseda alumnus with a degree in biochemistry, but she's in tokyo very often and is a big sister to [name] and yachi, who she always meets when she's in town. her little brother lev, who's a younger than the groupchat, is currently in russia as a part of a study abroad program.

kuroo tetsurou, the bridge between the shinjuku sufferers and am i the asshole groupchats, along with bokuto, is a marketing major. is slightly salty that he didn't make it professionally in volleyball, but secured an internship at the JVA through atsumu and bokuto, who vouched for him. plays volleyball on the weekends casually.

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leahrintarou · 1 year ago

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🎃 Alisa Haiba - Virginity Loss

Warnings: femxfem, virginity loss for alisa, fingering, car sex, alisa's shy, uhmmm thats all tbh lol

Word Count: 2.1k

Alisa gave her brother a warm hug, congratulating him on the win of his team's game. She was happy that the game had finally come to an end since the constant flirtation from the opposing team's members were staring to get unbearably annoying and bothersome. She was a model, after all, so the compliments weren't new to her. The extra touchiness that didn’t come from the hands of y/n however..those were the new sensations.

Alisa was waiting for y/n to show up since she did say that she'd stop by on her way back home after her afternoon classes. Relief washed over her when the voice of the said girl called out her name. "hey, sweetheart." y/n smiled, giving Alisa a small peck to the cheek. "n/n, you're here" the excitement in her tone also brought a small raise of volume, attracting the attention of lev. "oh hey, y/n!" He greeted with a smile and wave.

A few guys from the opposing team approached the three and lev rolled his eyes, but got an idea. "hey guys, thanks for the game" he said, reaching a hand out for them to shake. They reluctantly returned the gesture, but their attention went back onto Alisa since that was their real motive of coming over in the first place. "you guy's met Alisa already, but this is her girlfriend; y/n" he says. The looks on their faces dropped almost immediately and y/n forced herself not to snort at their disappointment.

She felt Alisa reach for the hand of the arm that y/n slung around her shoulders. "you okay, pretty?" y/n asked, a look of concern on her facial features. y/n was able to read Alisa like the back of her palm and the slight squeeze to her hand told her everything. Everything being: 'I want to go home now'. y/n spared the few guys a small glare as she guided Alisa out of the gym and to the comforts of her car. "it's so suffocating in there" she says, voice evidently more cheerful at the quietness that she so desperately needed.

"mhm, that’s what goes on after a volleyball game of teen guys" y/n laughed, placing her fingers onto the car keys to twist them in the ignition. Alisa was silent as she crossed her legs, making the hem of her skirt ride up the plush of her thighs. y/n couldn’t help but spare a glance at the exposed skin, quickly brushing away her clouding thoughts since now was probably not the time for such things. y/n and Alisa had been dating for the past couple of months now and never really got to that part of their relationship.

y/n was Alisa's first everything. First relationship, first kiss, first love, a probably the one who'd be her first time with too. y/n never pressured her into rushing into things and instead, was waiting for Alisa to bring it up or initiate to avoid the girl feeling the need to do anything for the sake of y/n. No. She wanted Alisa to take things on her own time when she herself was ready. "I missed you all day today.." Alisa started.

Y/n looked over to her girlfriend as she backed out of their parking spot. "yeah, I know. I did too. Classes felt extra-long today. I'm sorry I couldn’t come sooner." she apologized with a frown. Alisa leaned over to y/n, cupping the side of her cheek as she placed a kiss to her lips. y/n allowed herself to kiss her back and before she could take it another step further, the girl had already pulled back. "eyes on the road" she grinned, settling with keeping her hand on top of the one that y/n decided to rest on her bare thigh. "you're the one who kissed me" she defended.

Alisa went silent once again. y/n knew there was something bothering her. "pretty?" She started, giving the girl a glance once her attention shifted onto y/n. "what's on your mind?" She questioned, now looking at Alisa with all of her attention since they came to a stop at the traffic light. Alisa shrugged, shaking her head to seemingly rid her thoughts. She sighed, shifting her body and leaning closer to y/n, lips meeting with her own once again. This time, she allowed it to last and y/n took this as her chance to move her hand alongside the girls waist, grip tightening slightly at the warmth.

Their lips intertwined with one another, neither of them pulling back for air since their desire was taking over their needs. Alisa let out a soft sound into y/n's mouth, making her eyes widen at the unfamiliar noise. By doing nothing at all when it came to that part of their relationship, they really meant nothing at all. other than the make out sessions that would come to a stop when it gets a bit too heated, y/n has never pleased Alisa in such ways and vice versa.

When she heard this sound, her eye's fluttered open as she pulled back, looking into the shimmering eyes of her girlfriend. The traffic light cascaded a red luminance against her skin and the world almost went quiet when Alisa's next words were: "I think...i'm ready now".

y/n's eye's widened, making Alisa feel a bit drawn back. A bit of regret enveloping her figure. Y/n realized what her silence was doing to the girl, making her rub her thigh as a source of reassurance. "to be clear, sweetheart," she started with an intrigued look that was trying to cover up the excitement. "what do you mean by ready?" She finally asked, easing onto the gas pedal once the light turned green. "I..want you to pleasure me...for the first time. I think I'm ready. Everything feels all pent up and I want your help".

"y-yeah of course. I'll help you"

"but our home isn't anywhere near here" she frowned and y/n sighed, trying to think of a solution. "could you not wait for maybe another hour?" y/n asked. Alisa was about to nod but when the ache settled between her legs and the temperature difference from y/n's chilled hands to the warmth of her thighs started to become the only thing she could focus on, Alisa shook her head in an impatient motion. "okay, I'll find us parking somewhere" y/n smiled, removing her hand from her girlfriend's thigh since it wasn't helping her urgent state at all.

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Alisa wasted no time to hoist herself onto y/n's lap, straddling the girl as she leaned down to indulge into their previous make out session. "I want you to touch me where it'll feel good" Alisa mumbled through the kiss as she took a small intake of air. "and where's that?" y/n asked, tucking a few strands of Alisa's hair behind her ear, revealing a small glint of her earring stud. Ones that were gifted to her by she herself. Alisa reached for y/n's hand, hesitantly bringing the girls touch to her inner thigh.

"go ahead, sweetheart. Show me and I'll take it from there, okay?" y/n says. Alisa guided y/n's hand to her clothed sex, the dampness of her panties making y/n go internally feral. Just how long has Alisa been thinking about this today? How long has she been waiting? y/n smiled into their kiss, tongue smoothly tasting the sweet aftermath of a lollipop that she'd probably eaten earlier. Alisa let out a breathy moan when y/n flipped her wrist to cup her needy sex into her palm.

y/n had to force herself to keep her composure for Alisa's sake. She didn't want to freak her out and botch the whole experience for her, so instead she decided to take her time and focus on Alisa and Alisa only. Y/n hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties before motioning for Alisa to lift her hips a little, so she could discard the now bothersome article of clothing. She caught on to this as the girl shied away at her current state of exposure and vulnerability.

"relax, pretty. It's me. If you ever want me to stop, just tell me" y/n says, using both the pads of her middle and ring finger to gather some of the arousal leaking from Alisa's sex. The girl moaned at the foreign feeling of someone else's touch at her most sensitive area, making her breathing begin to quicken. Spreading around the arousal, y/n used her thumb to apply a gentle pressure to her girlfriends bud, small circular motions following soon after.

Y/n never could've imagined that Alisa would be so sensitive to the slights touch, so when the girl began to fist the fabric of y/n's shirt with such a grip that her knuckles began to lose all color, y/n figured that it wouldn’t be long before she'd be reaching her near. "more, p-please, n/n" her hips rolled to intensify the pressure that y/n was applying to her sex. Her moans accompanied each motion and un-uniformed breathing patterns were becoming more controlled as y/n reminded her to relax a bit.

When y/n began to speed up her pleasuring motions, Alisa felt noting but an eternal euphoria approaching her body. She could almost cry when y/n took it away just as fast as it approached. A whine of her name made y/n let out a soft "shhh" as she tilted her head up to place a few kisses to her neck, jaw, cheek, and finally to her lips. "breathe for me, okay?" y/n says, fingers now prodding at Alisa's entrance. The girl tensed against y/n's touch, making her pass by Alisa's lips with her tongue, distracting the girl of the unfamiliar feeling. "deep breaths, pretty.." y/n says as she simultaneously inserted her fingers.

Alisa clenched around her digits, moaning into the kiss as her breath collided with the exhale of y/n's. "fuck, n/n..it feels weird" she confessed through the kiss. "I know, I know. Relax for me and you'll feel good in no time. It's getting late anyways. When we get home, I'll give you so much more" with another solid kiss, y/n used her other hand to return some attention to Alisa's bud as it allowed her to feel more at ease. y/n could feel how her girlfriend began to relax around her digits, clenching ever so often when the pads of her fingers would caress a specific area. Her sweet spot.

With a smile of satisfaction, y/n sped up her fingering motions as Alisa struggled to hold back her pleasure filled noises. Some came out as whimpers, whines, groans, and finally a soft moan when she felt her near approach once more. Remembering what y/n did before, Alisa moved her hips along with the pleasuring motions to get a much friction as possible. "hah--please, don’t stop" she begs, pleading eye's looking into the lust filled ones of y/n. She was losing herself in this whole situation and y/n couldn’t find it all the more hotter when she clenched down on her fingers one last time, a soft and drawn out moan pairing with it.

Alisa fluttered against y/n's fingers, jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every limb of her body. Her mind was clouded with such levels of lustfulness that she couldn’t even bring herself to speak. y/n remained still as she allowed Alisa to calm down from her sensitivity. "you did so well, pretty. Did you enjoy it?" She asked, smiling as she nodded and placed her forehead onto y/n shoulder. y/n pulled her hand away for Alisa's bud, making the girl jolt slightly before using that same hand to run soothing motions up and down her back and waist.

"why didn’t you ever do this for me before?" Alisa speaks, voice muffled into the fabric of y/n's shirt. "I could've, but I was waiting for you to be ready, sweetheart" y/n smiled, slowly pulling her digits from alisa's sex, making the girl let out a small whimper. "you okay?" y/n asked, looking into her eyes as she sat up. Alisa nodded with a smile but it soon faded when she looked down to see the dampened patch of clothing on y/n's lap, making her look away with embarrassment and guilt.

"Don't go all shy on me. That's nothing. Don't worry about it" y/n reassured, giving Alisa a kiss against the softness of her lips. She couldn’t help but smile into it when small droplets of rain began to hit the windows of y/n's car.

"we should head home now. Afterall, I couldn’t really do what I wanted in the confinements of this car"

y/n aided Alisa in situating herself back into the passenger's seat. "what..else is there to do?" Alisa asked, curiosity and confusion in her tone and on her contorted features.

"I want to taste you, sweetheart"

TYSM FOR READING! leave a note if you enjoyed :)

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littleskrib · 1 year ago

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Haiba Alisa - 灰羽アリサ - Model Casual No.2

#my art #hq!!#haikyuu #haiba alisa #casual no.2 #littleskrib does art #twitter archives

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juusauce · 2 years ago

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Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa)

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Haruichi Furudate’s manga, Haikyuu, and the author creates some characters. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Furudate Haruichi.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

NOTES: inspired from the song of Troye Sivan’s Angel Baby & Jonaxx' TBIP, timeskip age

Inspired by the ones created by @maysdigitalarts

SUMMARY: Kuroo Tetsurou thought love didn't exist, but when he met this strange girl, an angel-like Alisa Haiba, everything changed. Is everything he does for her motivated only by his desire for her, or is he truly in love with her?

made by @saradika

I am one of those who does not believe in love. After my parents separated, I began to feel that love did not last forever. My mother was found cheating with a younger colleague at work, according to my elder brother. And she was the first lady to break my heart. It was the reason I loathed women. I don't take relationships seriously. I get satisfaction from playing with women's hearts.

"Bro, check this out," Tooru said as he switched his phone to mine. "She's sexy as hell."

Tooru's habit is to check out some hot ladies on Instagram.

"She's quite hot, huh?"

I sipped my coffee quietly as I shifted my gaze to the documents on the table. I almost forgot I still had work to do.

Shit! I massaged my temples. My job has been causing me stress. After my father resigned as CEO, the sudden dumping of everything on me caused me to stop going to parties and seeing my women, leaving me completely stunned.

"Do you have a problem?" he asked softly as he patted my back.

I sighed and looked at him.

"Is it about women again?" I groaned. "It's not about them, but about this," I said, pointing to the documents piled on my table.

He patted me on the back. "Don't stress yourself out; come on, relax for a while."

Now I massaged my throbbing fucking head. I sighed, wondering where I could be.

"Tsk!" I checked my watch and it was almost 7:30 a.m. Damn it! I have a meeting in 45 minutes. How could I possibly get there on time? I'm not feeling well after last night's drinking party.

When I turned to my side, I noticed a woman sleeping next to me. So she’s the girl I bedded last night? Hmm, not bad at all but I don’t need to bother about her. I’m already finished with her, anyway.

I’m tip toeing as I walk slowly, carefully not making any noise as I’m trying to leave her room. I hurriedly packed and wore my clothes. I didn’t bother to glance at her as I hastily went to my car. When I reached outside, I immediately searched for my car. But damn it! I can’t find it!

Tsk! Where the hell did I park it? But suddenly, I saw the truck start towing my car. I shouted several times but the towing truck did not stop. I would be late today. Shit!

I ran closer to the upcoming taxi but suddenly someone stopped me from opening its door.

“I hold it first.” she angrily said.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for a taxi cab for an hour.”

“I have to get in first. I’m late for the audition.”

“And I’m late for my mee—” she didn’t let me finish what I said and took the taxi cab.

What the fuck?

I’m really in a bad mood today, a lot of things happened to me, including my headache, to the girl I bedded with, my car and the worst of all, that girl I randomly met along the way, she was the reason why I’m too late today. Damn it!

After our meeting, I immediately went straight to my office, to start doing the work I needed to do.

I groaned as I checked each model’s profile. I sighed and massaged my temple. This is stressing the hell out of me. Honestly, I would prefer partying and having fun with women than sitting here and checking these damn profiles.

But I stopped when I saw a familiar face. I smirked when I remembered what happened earlier, this girl told me she was gonna be late for the audition.

Hmm, so she is Alisa Haiba. I smiled at the plan I had in mind. I leaned my back on the chair and I brushed my index finger on my lips while reading her profile.

She looks so interesting, huh?

I bit my lip as I scanned her portfolio. She’s really beautiful and sexy, huh?

Even though I wasn’t part of the judging team of the audition, they let me inside the room. I quietly sat on my chair while I waited for the next candidate to enter. Honestly, this is the first time I sat here.

“Miss Alisa Haiba, you’re next.”

My eyes shifted to the door where she stood. She stiffened when our eyes met. You remember me, huh?

I lowered my head pretending to read her profile just to hide my smirk.

“Okay, Miss Alisa Haiba.” I read her name sensually, looking at her intently from head to toe and then back to her face.

“Hmm?” I leaned on my chair while my legs were leg-lock. “Move closer…”

Her eyes widened because of my request. I smirked as if I won a game.

“Turn around.”

She wanted to say something but I didn’t let her speak.

“Miss Haiba, I don’t want to waste my time. Do what I say.”

She hesitated, and yet she turned around, I smirked again. I can’t stop smirking just because of the sight of her. She got both big boobs and butt, a small waist and an angelic face.

I shut my eyes. Damn it! Tetsurou, be professional! Don’t be such a dick here!

“Turn around again and face us.” I intertwined my hands as I leaned my elbow on the table.

I couldn’t help but smile when she faced us.

“I want you…” I said it while looking at her intently. She gasped as she averted her eyes, avoiding my gaze.

I laughed to lighten the atmosphere between us. “You’re accepted—”

“What?!” Miwa looked so angry at me, the edge of my lips lifted, forming a smirk as I faced her.

“What’s the problem?”

“You’re asking me that? Seriously, Kuroo? You accepted this girl! She didn’t even reach the stand—”

“What’s wrong with her? She has an angelic and sexy body, so why not accept her right away?” Her lips parted, she couldn’t believe what I’m saying.

I didn’t let her talk again and asked my secretary about the contract signing for Alisa.

Every time she is in front of the camera. I can see the passion in her eyes. Posing as if no one’s looking at her.

When our eyes met, she looked so conscious about herself but kept herself composed. One of my brows raised. Trying to be tough, huh?

I smirked.

“So, are you interested in this girl, huh?” Tooru mumbled, standing right next to me.

“She got a pretty and innocent face…” he smirked, looking back and forth between me and Alisa. “You change your preferences, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m just checking here if everything’s okay. And the hell! I’m not interested in her.”

He smirked. “Geez! You’re too obvious, man.”

I groaned. “Oh? Shut up!” he chuckled, teasingly looking at me.

“Why don’t you admit that she already got you, huh?” he put his hand on his chin and smirked at me. “Because of pride?”

“What are you talking about?” I shake my head in disbelief, I couldn’t believe he said that. Me? Interested in her? Hell, no!

“You did great, Alisa.” He casually said it. She shyly smiled at him. I got irritated when Tooru tried to flirt with her. I called his attention. “We got to go now.”

“Huh? Where are we going now?” he looked confused but later on there was a smirk on his face. I got irritated by the way he looked at me.

“Oh? Someone’s jealous here.” he chirped. I glared at him but he just shrugged it off.

“Bye, miss beautifu—aw!” I elbowed him but he just laughed and then he winked at her.

Did she give him a shy smile? What the hell?! Is she flirting back at him? Tsk! What a pity girl, too naïve about everything.

My eyes darted at the big led tv screen. I saw her again but this time I am looking at the advertisement flashing on the tv screen. My heart suddenly pumped against my chest. What was this? Because of frustration, I brushed my palm to my face.

When I looked back at the screen again, I saw her expressive eyes. It looked like she was looking at me while her lips showed a mischievous smile, and my pants tightened.

Fuck! I was aroused because of that?

Oh! Com’on Tetsurou, how many days since the last time you had sex? I sighed.

I’ve been on a diet for almost a week! Maybe that’s why I’m too horny tonight. I think I need to go to the bar to find someone where I can release my heat. But I’m not in the mood. The hell!

I gritted my teeth, annoyed while searching on the internet. I couldn’t find any further information about Alisa, so I dialed Kenma’s number.

“What now?” Kenma languidly asked me from the other line.

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“What?”

“I want you to investigate everything about Alisa Haiba.”

“Oh? A woman…” Amusement was in his voice. “Another chick, huh?”

I frowned. “Stop interrogating me. Just do your job.”

I heard him laugh. “Fine. Whatever, motherfucker!”

If tabloids won’t tell me about you, then let’s do some dirty work, baby.

She looked so shy and nervous right now, in contrast to how fierce and shameless she is on the camera.

Every time she looked in my direction, she would immediately avoid my gaze. Is she trying to ignore me? I grinned. Do you think you could get me through those old tricks of yours? Good luck, miss.

I stood and went near the group of women where Miwa was in. They laughed and it got me irritated by what I heard. They looked surprised, especially her, when I butt in at their conversation.

“Ladies, excuse me, may I know what you were talking about, hmm?” I smiled at them to hide my annoyance.

They looked at each other and then looked at me awkwardly. “O-oh? It’s nothing. Uhh, that was all about girly talk, right girls?”

I smiled at them again.

“Did you know, it’s not good for elite women to talk behind other people’s lives.” they looked so pale, bull’s eye! I smirked at them as I excused myself.

I could see from where I was sitting how those filthy men were touching her legs. She looked so nervous but by the way, she brushed it off, not minding their touches and explicit remarks, it got me more irritated.

So it was true, that she’s a prostitute? And what Miwa's circle of friends said were true? Well, as a matter of fact, what else can I expect from a woman like her? She has a brother to support. Maybe, because of poverty, she was forced to do that, to have money.

“So that was true, huh?” I smirked.

“Huh?”

“Models are escorts too, right? Are you denying it?” I laughed without humor. “But look, why does it seem like you’re one of them?” I said it, intently to hurt her. Somehow, it made me lose my temper. I got irritated when I saw how her eyes panicked.

“Excuse me? What did you—”

“Trying to stay innocent, huh? Did you receive a payment for allowing them to touch you? Did you agree to meet them after this party?”

I shouldn’t flinch. But damn! I saw her tears falling. I shouldn’t care if she was hurt by my insult, right? But what if she was trying to be innocent? Damn it!

“Hey, man—Oh? Alisa, what happened?” Tooru asked her and he looked suspiciously at me. “Don’t tell me—”

“Don’t cry as if you didn’t let them touch you.”

“Tetsurou!” He exclaimed. “Wait? Did I miss something here?” He coaxed her.

I gritted my teeth.

“Tooru, stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”

“But—”

“I said, stay out of this motherfucker!”

I saw how her eyes looked at Tooru pleadingly, with a tear over it. It’s like she’s trying to show us that she’s about to cry. Damn it! Damn it! She’s not only good at seducing men but also a good actress huh?

“I guess it’s right, isn’t it?” I was fuming mad while looking at her.

“I was trying not to make a scene—”

“Trying not to make a scene or did you just like how they touched you?”

Tooru gasped but I didn’t let him speak. I glared at her. I don’t know if I was mad because she let those fucking perverted old geezer or I was mad because she was pleading at Tooru or I was mad at myself? Damn… damn it!

“I don’t like—”

“Oh? Really?” I snorted with laughter, it was full of sarcasm. “Or did you swallow your pride for the sake of money?” I shut my eyes and scolded myself in my mind. I am confused about how I should feel.

“That’s enough, Tetsurou!”

After I said those words, I felt cold in my stomach. Something about my insults and the way her eyes glistened, made me feel guilty. It’s like she’s not lying, those glistening eyes were the evidence that she was hurt by what I’ve said.

Stop thinking about it, Tetsurou! I’ve been in the business for years and I already know how to distinguish liars from those who are telling the truth. She deserves my insults. Honestly, it was not enough. A woman like her was just like my mother, a whore, a slut or whatever they called it. Acting pity to manipulate men, huh? Do you think it will work for me? Sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work for me.

“What’s your problem, Tetsurou?” Tooru asked me after Alisa left.

I’m just interrogating her but she was insisting that she was innocent. Tch! What a liar.

“She was acting pure and denying that she’s not an escort—”

He laughed full of sarcasm. “Seriously, Tetsurou? And so what? If she’s an escort, then it’s none of your business.”

“You’re acting like a protective boyfriend here.” He shook his head.

I stopped and realized what I was fucking doing earlier. What the fuckery was that?!! Does it have to do with me? Honestly, it doesn’t. Why the fucking hell I was so annoyed, huh? That was none of my fucking business! But I was hella fuck up, I was annoyed, her, trying to be looked innocent even though she was not!

I glanced at where she was, more annoyed and irritated.

She both has a pretty face and a sexy body, a body that men could die for. She has an hourglass figure, a thin waist, long legs and both of her breasts and ass are huge.

Those men who love paying for sex would like her so much. She would easily be all men’s fantasy with that innocent face, soft expressive green eyes, perfect heart-shaped lips and a sexy body of hers.

I gritted my teeth when I thought about it. Innocent, my ass. She may look like an angel but she’s not innocent like what she’s claiming to be. I couldn’t even imagine her high school or college years with boys making passes at her like a ball. I’m sure those fucking bastard youngsters were too crazy about her for that kind of face and body, right? And don’t tell me, she didn’t like any one of them?

Wait, what?!! Why the hell do I bother thinking about that, anyway? The hell do I care about that!

I was inside of my car, calling my secretary as I looked around, my eyes glued to the restaurant near me.

My eyes widened when I saw Alisa get off the van. Two men went with her, and one of them was Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa, a well-known politician, entrepreneur and investor. He’s notorious for taking models with him and becoming their “sponsor”. That old man is doing dirty work again and his victim today is none other than Alisa. Fuck!

I gritted my teeth, not minding what my secretary told me. I’m completely distracted so I told her something came up and I will call her later. Before she could speak, I ended the call and started walking toward the restaurant.

I almost lost my temper when the valet’s restaurant blocked my way. He asked me about my car so I annoyingly gestured where I parked it. After that, I immediately went inside the restaurant.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” I angrily mumbled it.

Back then, I didn’t care about women’s clothes. I’ve seen a lot of women wear more revealing clothes than her but I was really bothered about it. Maybe it was because of her body, making her clothes look so small for her size or I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress like that. Shit! But whatever! I shouldn’t be bothered, right?

As she absentmindedly pulled the hem of her very short skirt, it looked like she was uncomfortable. In just a simple movement, her panties would reveal and her breast would spill out from it.

I frowned as I lined up behind her. She took off from the van with Mr. Kazuhito, wearing revealing and sexy clothes and they were near the hotel. Don’t tell me…ugh! Why am I bothered about it? It had nothing to do with me!

But that was so disappointing. Wait! Why should I feel disappointed and surprised about it? In the first place, she was not innocent, she was just trying to be.

“Why were you with him?” I repeatedly asked her, accused her of a lot of things and even insulted her.

I was curious about how she came into that situation? I overheard their conversation, and she promised him something. And what the hell was that? Did she back out because the payment was not enough? Did she regret it? She can’t bear to sleep with that old geezer so she backs out?

I got irritated more when her tears fell after I mercilessly interrogated her. I’m sure she’s doing that on purpose so I could feel sorry for her, but it didn’t work for me.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelashes were too wet because of tears, and her cheeks and nose were both red. She sniffed, trying to make herself better.

What the fuck? I saved her from that filthy old man! And then what now? Why did I feel like I was the one who should feel guilty? Like, I’m the one who should be blamed for it. Wait, am I the one who pushed her to go there? In fact, she willingly went with that old geezer.

Part 2

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sirhamburrger · 11 days ago

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chapter 2: red wine supernova

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"now i'm choked out, face down, burnt out" wc: 880 || prev (chapter 1) || next (chapter 3)

CW: angsty. quite angsty. also mild reader x alisa haiba action

alisa giggles into the crook of her neck, and she swears she hasn’t been this happy in weeks. they’re both dangerously drunk and her new friend is possibly high off her ass right now, but she’s happy. she’s free. even so, it hurts when she collides into the front door of her own apartment. her shoulder blades ache as she fumbles around in her purse for her keys.

“take your time,” the blonde woman hums.

she still can’t believe how she managed to bring a world-famous model back to her apartment - it’s not even her apartment, really, but who cares? certainly not alisa.

going out tonight had been a largely spontaneous idea. she can't stand to be around yuu and shoyo a minute longer and have to see the looks of pity they exchange beside her on the couch, overhear their not-so-subtle conversations about her.

the sooner they think she's gotten over him, the better.

so she has no regrets as they tumble through the door together, stopping briefly to toss their shoes on the floor at the entryway. the light is on, and the tv is playing some corny japanese game show. not usually what they watch, but whatever. as long as shoyo and yuu don't say or do anything embarrassing-

except it isn’t shoyo and yuu. they’re shoyo’s teammates, apparent from the msby shirts they’re wearing. the blond man’s feet are propped up on the coffee table, and the other guy is…

the man from the club. the man she spilled her drink on. the man who shouted at her.

their heads are already turned, all thanks to the ruckus she and alisa have made, and his eyes are wide.

“you're their roommate?”

“what are you doing in our apartment?” she snaps, shielding the other woman.

“shoyo and nishinoya asked us to stay here in case their roommate came back. they’re out looking for you now.” sure enough, number 13 already has shoyo on speed dial, while number 15 glares directly at her.

“well, i’m back, so you-” she jabs a finger at the curly-haired man- “can get the hell out of here right now.” she feels the embarrassment and anger of that night come rushing back like a tsunami, flooding her senses with an unpleasant feeling. “i don’t want to see you here ever again, got that?”

“uh…” number 13 says your name slowly, interrupting his friend, and you turn your attention to him. “that's yer name, right? shoyo and noya were really worried about ya. don't go out again without tellin’ them where you are, ‘kay?”

“i don't have to tell them anything, they're not my parents-”

a vein pulses in number 15's temple. “they let you stay with them as long as you need and this is how you treat them?”

“enough!” number 13 steps between her and a pissed-off number 15. “omi, we are leavin’ right now.”

“good,” she snaps. “alisa, let's-”

“actually.” the quiet melancholy of the woman's voice startles her, and she turns to see a red-faced alisa with her head bowed in embarrassment. “i think i'll take my leave as well.”

her face falls. “but… i…”

“it was nice meeting you tonight. maybe we'll see each other around?”

alisa's voice is tinged with hope, but more than that, pity. she can't bear to listen to any more of it.

she can't bear to be abandoned again.

“okay,” she chokes out. “have a good night.”

“have a good night.”

the two men - atsumu miya and kiyoomi sakusa, or at least that’s what she thinks their names are - simply watch as her one-night-stand walks out the front door of the apartment. she thinks of it as a one-night-stand, sure, but who knows what could've been?

miya steps forward, as if to apologize or comfort her, but she brushes past them to her room, covering her face with her forearm. she can't let sakusa see her crying, because he'd obviously take joy in it-

“so you're not even going to apologise for the other night?”

his words cut through the still night air in the apartment, and though miya immediately starts to berate him, his voice trails off as she begins to speak.

“if there's anyone who should be apologizing, it should be you.” miya’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, but no sound comes out. “i knock into you by accident. apologize multiple times. offer to help you clean up. or pay for a new shirt. then you just flip out on me-”

“i think you missed the part where i try to apologize to you and then you flip out and walk away before i get the chance,” sakusa retorts. “and after tonight, i don't think i want to try again.”

“you ruined my night!”

“no, you ruined your night,” he spits viciously. “being self-centered and aggressive and all the other things hinata and nishinoya shouldn’t have to deal with.”

maybe sakusa is right. just maybe. but she’d be a fool to want to admit it.

she locks herself in her room. soon their arguing voices are replaced with that of shoyo and yuu. they stand outside her door for what feels like hours, and when she hears them softly pad away on the creaky floorboards, she cries herself to sleep.

author's notes:

lyrics are quotes sooooo ooc but?? hopefully it fits the next chapters better

i am so excited to write chapter 3!

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httpsleely · 3 months ago

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | profiles. — WOMEN I LOVE 😘

other character. . .

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[L/N] [F/N] ; cousin of hanamaki takahiro. lived in abroad (canada) for three years to take special studies for Graphic Design (she majored in art), and is now currently working at a gaming company as an animator. lives a quiet life but also enjoys the chaos surrounding her because of her cousin and friends.

ALISA HAIBA ; two years older than [f/n]. she's the same age as the Seijoh Four™. you befriended her when you were in your first year of high school and she was in her third year of high school. currently works as a model in a modeling company (she was scouted for being pretty (so real))

NAKASHIMA MIKA ; is the same age as you. you two were classmates since first year to your last year in high school so you just kind of became friends. is mostly quiet and reserved but can be funny as well. is obsessed with music and otome games. currently has a job as a game developer.

IWAIZUMI HATSUME ; iwaizumi hajime's younger sister (younger than him by three years). you met her through Hajime and Hanamaki. she treats you like her older sister and you treat her like a little sister even though she's only younger than you by a year. currently has two jobs; in a cat café and a flower shop.

✧ alisa haiba has a love-hate relationship with her job because modeling can be quite toxic but she can't quit since her company is giving her a good salary (unlike other agencies).

✧ nakashima mika also enjoys photography (like alisa) and painting (like [f/n]).

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attemptinghaikyuu · 1 year ago

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Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: This is for the woman lovers this glorious June hehe, I know there’s not always a lot of this type of writing for anyone who likes girls so I hope I did right by the lovers of these haikyuu lovelies <3

G/n reader

Haikyuu girls (most of them~)

Yachi Hitoka

Her poor little heart drops

She looks like a kicked puppy, giving the biggest sad eyes as she watches you with another girl who she knows you’re good friends with

Thought you were good friends with

Now she knows that was wrong and it was stupid of her to assume

Yachi immediately wishes she had the power to go back in time to before she even knew you so she could tell herself “NO! Don’t fall for this one!!!”

Tears in her eyes, she thinks it probably would’ve happened anyway

It’s hard, but she forces herself to face the other way and once she succeeds in turning, she tries to start walking away

She’s so upset she can’t get her feet to move :(

Yachi had always been guilty of crushing too hard on people, however this seemed a little excessive right now

She doesn’t even realize when you come up behind her and she certainly misses the tender, worried look you give as you notice her tears

The sound of your voice startles her out of her frozen state

“Yachi? Yachi, what’s wrong?”

Let it be known Yachi Hitoka is not a brave soul; she runs from fights and hides when things overwhelm her

That being said, she had her brave moments

And apparently this was one of them

She says your name and takes a shuddering breath-

And ends up shouting, “I like you!”

She’s so embarrassed by her outburst that she starts completely sobbing

….maybe the tears are also from the fact that she knows you don’t like her back

Except you’re cupping her face and starting to laugh at the shocked, snotty face looking back

“Yachi,” you say slowly, letting yourself enjoy the way Yachi’s eyes watch you

“I like you too. And if you weren’t covered in so much snot, I’d kiss you.”

Completely shell shocked, starts stuttering right away in disbelief. “W-w-what do you mean? I j-just heard you say you were d-d-dat-ting your friend?”

“What? When did I-

You stop and think back to not even two minutes ago when you had indeed been messing around with a friend. “oh.”

You move your hands down till Yachi’s and yours are interlocked and apologize

“I’m so sorry for upsetting you Yachi, I was joking around with her and I really didn’t mean it.. can you forgive me for hurting you?”

Yachi sniffles and says to your surprise, “how do you know I’m crying because of that?”

You can’t help the laughter you both burst out into

And then Yachi has one more brave moment as she kisses your cheek

Alisa Haiba

Alisa is used to acting

She’s in the modeling industry after all and she’s had more then her fair share of days where all she wanted to do was yell and make a mess of things but she didn’t, instead smiling and greeting people politely

Hearing you say you were dating the handsome model she had worked with on several occasions before, brought out an ugly anger she found she didn’t want to hold back and wasn’t sure she could act away

Alisa had been aware of your closeness to the model, she had been the one to introduce you two

She hadn’t realized that the relationship you shared with him, could morph into something romantic

Finding out now, after you had already apparently been going out, made her blood boil

It wasn’t fair in the slightest! She hadn’t gotten to confess, she hadn’t thought she needed to until she had figured out the way to tell you her feelings

You were perfect for each other, at least in her opinion! And you’d practically been dating!! How could this have happened?

She didn’t know, you hadn’t even hinted at liking the man and that made her even more pissed off at you and him

She probably could’ve avoided the situation she was about to put you all in, if she had payed attention to the way the man had rolled his eyes and said after a few seconds that he wouldn’t date you

But Alisa wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying anymore, having turned her focus to what she would tell you dating a model was like and how it was a horrible idea if it wasn’t her

So she did what she figured was a very friendly, friend-ish thing to do, (and she was a friend right?) and told you all about the horrors of dating a model

Both you and the man you’d been joking with have your jaws dropped to the floor as you listen to Alisa shit talk the man next to you and inadvertently, herself as well…

You consider interjecting, though you don’t think you could even if you wanted to as you listen to Alisa heatedly tell you about plastic surgery and weight problems in the industry

“And anyway, now that you know that dirty habit most models participate in,” at this she pauses and glares at the man beside you. “I’m sure you’d love to know what models do to force romance on relationships that aren’t romantic? Yeah? I think you would, so listen up closely, this one will be hitting home I believe,”

At that, someone finally intervenes

It’s the handsome model you’re “dating” excusing himself to the bathroom

…

You supposed that was fair

And you supposed you knew what this was about now that Alisa had brought up romance

“Alisa, babe.. are you upset about my joke with Jay? Because I didn’t mean it, obviously I didn’t when we’re dating.”

“Yes I’m mad about Jay and your relationship I-

She stops and stares at you, as what you said sinks in

“Sweetheart,” she starts, unsure and a little excited at the same time. “What do you mean we’re dating?”

Now you’re staring

“Uhm? Aren’t we?” You ask a little stupidly

In your defense Alisa had quite literally just called you sweetheart and you could recall five separate times she’d said she loved you?? And you’d said it back??? Sooo

Alisa can’t believe her luck, she’s so happy she doesn’t care she just told you a multitude of terrible things models do and that she was mad enough to do it in the first place

All that matters as she smiles, and wraps you in her arms is how you care about her the way she does you and she tells you now for the sixth time, that she loves you <3

Kageyama Miwa

Conflicting upon conflicting emotions as she hears you say with a cheeky smile you’re excited for your date later

On the one hand, she likes the happy expression on your face, on the other you’re talking to someone she’s never met

From an outsiders perspective it looks like she ate something sour and that’s why she’s making such a scrunched face

In the end, her reaction smooths out into a slightly disgruntled look as she decides to walk away and pretend she heard nothing

A good portion of her figures if she ignores this, it won’t be real

This doesn’t end up working too well when she starts to religiously avoid you along with the news of you dating someone else

She doesn’t even know why it’s bothering her so much

Miwa supposes her slight crush could have something to do with it…

But she’d never once stopped to consider dating you, so she didn’t know why someone else dating you would bother her so much

I mean.. you still had the same relationship, right?

Not with her avoiding you and looking sour every time she caught a glimpse of you. It was hard to acknowledge she didn’t have your friendship anymore

And now she couldn’t stop thinking about how much she missed spending her time with you, and she hates the way she’s been handling her feelings >:(

UhhhgggghhhHHH! She just wants to be around you again, regardless of your feelings toward her

It’s time, she realizes, time to confess you’re her best friend

She’s really freaking nervous going up to you the next time she sees you

There was a brief consideration to text you and say what she wanted the easy way, but then it wasn’t easy at all trying to come up with something to tell you and she figured it would go better if she said in person anyway

You’re shocked, seeing Miwa want to talk, after days of her looking miserable and running away when she so much as saw you

Truth be told, you’re mad at the woman for ignoring you

You still let her talk though, since you miss her voice

“Hi,” she starts.

You wait

She opens her mouth to continue

And shuts it again

You’re left staring at each other like 👁👁

You decide you’re mad again, “Miwa, what do you want from me?” When she doesn’t respond you continue. “I seriously can’t believe you’re ignoring me again! Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

You stomp your foot in frustration and Miwa thinks it’s pretty cute, and now she’s embarrassed for thinking that when you’re dating someone else

She finally speaks, “I want us to still be friends..”

“What?” You seriously don’t understand

She continues with a frown. “I want us to be friends even though you’re dating someone else.”

“Miwa I’m what?” You ask incredulously

“You’re dating someone.” She says it as if it’s a fact

“I’m not.” You respond as if it’s a fact, and it is

“…what?”

“That’s what I should be saying!” You’re confused, and you just wanna know whats wrong with Miwa

“Do you want to date someone?”

You startle at this and turn to find eyes staring intensely at you

“I-I guess it depends on the person,” you say, feeling shy at your friend’s sudden curiosity

“Would you want to date me?”

You sputter, understanding lighting you on fire

“You can say no as long as we’re still friends,” she adds, almost as an afterthought

You finally regain enough composure to say yes

Miwa’s so glad she gets to be the one to date you, she doesn’t hesitate to kiss you right away <3

Kanoka Amanai

Hears you say in your joking around voice that you’re going to kiss your girlfriend, and sees that it’s directed at a friend who she thought was dating someone else

She’s automatically unsure how she should take this information

You seemed like you were kidding, and yet the word “girlfriend” echoes in her head

And with her anxious thoughts taking over, she’s inclined to believe you are being serious, as silly as that may seem if she explained the situation out loud

Kanoka didn’t know whether you were actually dating or into that girl, she really had no idea what your feelings were at all

What she did know was that she had bad luck when it came to romance

No matter who she liked it never ended the way she hoped it would-

With them dating

Some had become lifelong friends and others had distanced themselves afterwards, one can’t help excepting the fate of no romance after so many rejections though

So Kanoka, heart hurting, resigns herself to the revelation

There’s always next time

Except..

She doesn’t want there to be a next time

She knew it was wrong to like people so much when it had never once ended well, yet she just couldn’t tell her heart to listen to logic when her feelings for you were in question >:/

So she makes a decision on the spot

Kanoka doesn’t want to walk away from you and her feelings

She knows there will always be hurt in feelings that don’t match

But she’s going to face that hurt head on and tell you what she wants

Even when she’s sure she knows what your answer will be

She turns around and marches up to you, ignoring the flare of jealousy at the proximity your “girlfriend” and you share

“I need to talk to you,” she starts and only waiting a moment for your nod, grabs your arm and guides you away from the group of friends you had been surrounded by

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask

Kanoka doesn’t hesitate

“I want to go out with you,” she says. “I want to go on dates and kiss you and tell you I love you! I want you to look at me and I want to look back, and I need you to tell me if you’re dating that girl.”

She’s pointing back at the group, at your friend who you’d been joking with a few minutes ago

You barely register it through your shock, you were not expecting a confession

Least of all such a big, sweet one

You want to tell your friend that yes! You want to date her but you’re stuck frozen so long, her face starts to twist and you can see the confidence in Kanoka fade

She looks terrified by the time you open your mouth, having worked out what to say

“Kanoka, I would never date Luce, and I’m not sure if you noticed but,” you smile, closing the distance between you two. “I’m already looking at you.”

You both are, and you only stop when your eyes close and lips meet

Yukie Shirifuka

She’s so chill

She’s legit right next to you as you say you’ll bridal carry your partner

Doesn’t blink, carry’s on as is

In reality, she is so focused on coming across as chill, that she doesn’t hear you say you’re kidding

Only after you’re gone does Bokuto ask if Yukie’s ok?

He was also there at the scene of the crime

He also blanked out and didn’t hear you when you very clearly said you were kidding

Neither of them saw you look over at Yukie nervously after your joke either, like you were worried about her reaction

They panicked, alright?

Yukie keeps panicking for days afterward

She wants you to tell her about your relationship so she can get over you

But you act like you would normally and don’t mention anything about your partner, and it’s not helping her get over you at all???

In the end, she decides she needs to kill you and dispose of your body

Kidding! She’s kidding!! She does scare Bokuto with that suggestion when she says it with a straight face though

Yukie’s pretty tired of dancing around her feelings at this point

She decides to tell you the next time you’re alone together

Which takes way too long for her liking

Her opportunity finally comes after a couple more weeks, when she and you walk home together after a hangout with friends at a park

She seriously looks indifferent as she turns to you, the moment other people are out of the way and says, “I like you, and it’s in a romantic way.”

Like damn ok

You take a second to stop, and then keep moving when you see Yukie is marching onwards

You respond as you reach her side

“I like you too!”

You’re happy, big grin stretching across your face and Yukie is very confused

“..did you not hear me say romantically? Or did you break up with your partner?”

The last bit makes you hesitate before you say you heard her and you don’t know what she means by breakup

“That friend you were dating, the one that you carried-

Did you break up?”

“We were never dating!” You shout, without thinking of the people within earshot

“We’ve joked a couple times, but I don’t actually like them and we’ve always made it clear we’re kidding!”

Yukie doesn’t get flustered easily, however she’s beet red as you yell

And she gets even more embarrassed when you ask if she wants to date

She wishes she’d paid more attention

She’s wishes BOKUTO had paid more attention

And Yukie wishes she could have been dating you two weeks sooner as she tells you yes, she wants to start dating

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