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aaesuki · 2 years ago

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every summertime

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

cw/tw: none

wc: 2.7k

summary: atsumu meets a young girl at five-years-old and spends endless summers with her. but they do end and he resorts to missing her until they meet again.

Atsumu wouldn’t say he was a particularly lucky person, but he did have his moments here and there like being blessed with his love of volleyball, a happy family, and most importantly, a brother that would always be there for him.

Though he wouldn’t say he was a particularly lucky person, Atsumu would say that meeting you in the summer at the age of five was one of his luckiest moments. You were walking up the steps to the house next to his and Atsumu’s five-year-old brain was excited to see a new kid in the neighborhood. Though Hyogo was a relatively large city, Atsumu had only traveled so far as the corner store eight blocks away so when you told him you moved from another prefecture, he was amazed, and his competitive side told himself that he would travel farther than you had.

“Why’d you move here?” asked Atsumu.

You nervously looked to the front door of your house, hoping that you mother would come out and save you from this pestering kid, but to your misfortune, the white door never swung open. “My mom got a new job here, so we had to leave,” you muttered.

“You’re gonna love it here! We have so many things to do in Hyogo like swim in the lake and of course I have to teach you how to play volleyball!” To Atsumu, a new neighbor was one of the most exciting things other than watching volleyball matches on tv.

Overwhelmed, you cried, “I won’t wanna play volleyball!” You burst into tears, frustrated with Atsumu and your mom for uprooting your life and moving to an entire new prefecture. While you sniffled and sobbed, Atsumu stood dumbstruck. Sure, there were kids at school that would tease him for his affinity for volleyball, but none of them had ever said they didn’t want to play volleyball with such sadness and anger.

“But volleyball is so fun! If you set the ball perfectly, you can make the spiker look super cool!” Due to his lack of vocabulary, Atsumu couldn’t describe his feelings clearly.

Before you could retort with a petty insult, Atsumu’s mother exited the house to see her son and the new neighbor’s kid in a heated staring contest.

“Oh, hello, dear,” greeted Atsumu’s mother in a warm voice. “You must be the new kid! I’m Atsumu’s mother. I apologize if my son has been giving you trouble.” She tightly gripped Atsumu’s head and forced him to look down, fixing him into a bow.

Despite Atsumu’s mother’s kind words, you were flustered by her presence. “It’s no problem Ms. Miya. It was my fault for being upset when Atsumu was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh my, you’re so mature!” Ms. Miya smiled tightly, no doubt directing her comment to Atsumu who was whining about his neck hurting. “Well let Ms. Miya know if you need anything, alright? I’ll leave you to unpack! Welcome to Hyogo, darling!” With that Ms. Miya dragged her son back into their house, leaving you on the steps of your new abode for the next couple of years.

Even though your first meeting with Atsumu turned out to be quite sour, you eventually made amends with him and since there was no Atsumu without Osamu nearby (barring your first interaction with him) you soon became friends with the twin.

Summer came again and Atsumu was somehow still as excitable as ever despite the intense summer heat and humidity. Osamu, on the other hand, was lying next to him and staring up at the ceiling. You were sitting on the floor of the twin’s room, absentmindedly fiddling with their toys when Atsumu stood up with a newfound vigor.

“Be my girlfriend!” Atsumu exclaimed.

With the volume of his declaration, you weren’t sure if it was a question or a demand, but you shook your head anyway. “My mom said I can’t date until I’m old enough to pay my taxes.”

Ignoring your comment, Osamu shot up and grabbed onto the back of Atsumu’s shirt. “’Tsumu, you bastard, I was gonna ask her!” Atsumu and Osamu had recently learned that their cousin had a girlfriend and, not ones to be outdone, were determined to ask the only person they were close to other than each other. You. Thus ensued the fighting.

“Listen to me you idiot twins! I can’t even date!” you yelled.

“Then just don’t tell your mom,” Osamu stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You looked down at their hardwood floors and internally debated if it was a good idea. Sure, eight-year-old you thought the twins were cute, but the complications of romance weren’t something you thought about when the most important thing to you was what snacks you were going to eat later. “Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend, but no fighting over me or I’m breaking up with both of you!”

After a beat of silence, Osamu spoke up. “What do you do with a girlfriend anyway?”

“You’re supposed to kiss her and make her happy!” Atsumu spoke. They both looked to you, waiting for your response.

“No way,” you said firmly. “I want my first kiss to be romantic, not with two barbarians that can’t think of anything other than volleyball.”

“Those two barbarians are your boyfriends,” Osamu deadpanned. “Are you sure you should be talking to the loves of your life like that?”

“Ma said I was a handsome, thought I can’t say the same for ‘Samu. It’s not my fault you can’t see true beauty when it’s right in your face,” teased Atsumu.

Irritated, you lunged for Atsumu, and Osamu joined you in your effort to pummel him six feet into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, more summers passed and soon enough Aran made his entrance into your life. You admired the older boy for his patience with the twins and his caring nature towards them despite their annoying ways. However, Atsumu had also learned that the world wasn’t as kind as he thought it’d be. Soon enough, the kids at the volleyball camp had shut him out and refused to play with him due to his competitive behavior.

Of course, where the twins were, you were, and you joined the camp even though you weren’t particularly fond of or good at volleyball. Even though you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you would’ve been lonely without the twins badgering you every day, so you decided to ask your mom to let you go wit them. Maybe it was a good thing now that you saw how much the other kids didn’t like him.

Atsumu practiced setting the ball by himself while he was sitting at the entrance of the gym, oblivious to your presence behind him. Deciding to be a good friend, you softly called out his name and took a seat next to him. If Atsumu was saddened about his banishment from the other kids’ playtime, he didn’t show it.

“’Tsumu, do you wanna know a secret?” you whispered. At the mention of a secret, Atsumu stopped tossing the ball and leaned in eagerly. “You’re my favorite twin, but don’t tell ‘Samu I told you.”

Atsumu deflated at that. He knew you were saying that out of pity, but Atsumu never minded the fact that the other kids didn’t’ like him. All he needed was his brother and you. Seeing his disappointment, you tried again to make him feel better.

“I’m serious, ‘Tsumu. Even though the three of us always hang out together, you were the first person to talk to me when I moved here. You got me so angry that I couldn’t remember why I was crying in the first place.”

“The way you say that makes me sound like a bad person. Can’t you be a little nicer when you’re trying to comfort me?”

You chuckled. “Even though you guys are twins, ‘Samu could never replace you.” Atsumu huffed, but you could see he was feeling a little better. Then, out of nowhere, a volleyball flew straight into Atsumu’s head, disturbing the peaceful moment.

Atsumu angrily shouted at Osamu, getting up to chase him around. “Good aim!” you yelled to Osamu. You could only laugh at the scene, wishing to never grow up. However, more summers came and went and with every year, came more responsibilities and unrecognized feelings. Eventually at the age of 13, Atsumu overheard his mom talking on the phone with your mom about a move. He didn’t know what to do with this newfound knowledge and decided that he wanted to see you immediately.

Carefully sneaking out the house, he eventually reached the tree he climbed so many times to get to your bedroom window. After one knock, you opened the window and let him in, no doubt unable to get any sleep yourself. The two of you stood in your bedroom in silence, afraid to acknowledge the sudden news.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” Atsumu was visibly upset. If anything, he thought he would’ve been the first one to know.

Assuming that he was accusing you from keeping it a secret, you angrily whispered, “I just found out too. It’s not like I want to move!”

Being Miya Atsumu, he couldn’t hold his tears in any longer. He was frustrated that one of the most important people in his life would leave just like that. He was frustrated that your mother had to move. He was frustrated that you couldn’t do anything about it. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about it. You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him, your own tears falling down your face. He held you tightly, figuring that if he had to let go soon, he would take this chance to engrain the way you fit in his arms into his memory.

In a rush of emotion, Atsumu blurted, “I really like you.” What a sight he must’ve been. He had tear streaks on his pink cheeks and snot coming out of his nose. His hair was wild from tossing and turning in his bed. Despite all this, you realized that you didn’t want anyone else to be comforting you.

“I like you, too,” you whimpered softly, afraid to disturb the moment. Atsumu’s knuckles brushed over your cheeks, his face coming closer by the second. His lips gently hovered over your own, silently asking for your consent. You slowly moved forward and closed your eyes. Your lips softly connected with his in a tender kiss.

Atsumu had his first kiss at the age of 13 with his best friend he met when he was five in her bedroom that was only dimly lit by the moonlight just days before she was supposed to move away, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. The two of you eventually fell asleep in your bed with the covers a mess and in the morning, your mom found him cuddled against you, still not letting go.

As it turns out, declaring his love for his neighbor at 3:09 AM wouldn’t stop her from moving away, as Atsumu soon learned. He rarely spoke to anyone other than his brother for three weeks before asking his mother if your mother had contacted them from your new house. His mother had shaken her head sympathetically, knowing the news would disappoint him. Neither of you had phones of your own so upon hearing that the only way of communication had been lost, he spent another three weeks in silence. The only thing that gave him peace of mind was the fact that no one ever tried to move into the house next to his again. That meant a part of you still lingered there.

Eventually, Atsumu made peace with the fact that you weren’t coming back and as he grew older, placed his memories of summer with you in the back of his mind. Even so, he would never forget the girl he fell in love with that summer.

During his off season, Atsumu would visit Osamu at his shop to grace his younger twin with his wonderful presence. During his visits, they would reminisce about the past. Most of their conversations would linger on their high school years though they would occasionally talk about their elementary school years and inevitably, you would come up. However, every time Atsumu asked about you, Osamu would reply that he hasn’t heard anything about you visiting and Atsumu would huff good naturedly. Atsumu knew that he’d have to have incredible luck to ever see you again, but a part of him still hoped that one day your paths would cross once more. To him, you weren’t just a part of his childhood. You were the girl he had fallen in love with and has loved ever since.

After a typical uneventful visit to his brother’s shop, Atsumu trekked home – his childhood home. Whenever he had games near his hometown, he would stay at his parent’s house for old times’ sake (and because Atsumu liked to cling onto his mother). Upon arriving home, Atsumu didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. His mother’s house was still the same shade of gray, albeit a little darker from years passed by. However, when he glanced upon the neighboring house out of reflex, he noticed the real estate sign that was posted on the fence was missing. At first, he felt bittersweet, like the removal of the sign was confirmation from the world that he should give up.

However, just as Atsumu was going to accept his fate, the familiar door swung open to reveal an even more familiar face. Atsumu had imagined many times what you would look like all grown up and matured when it was late at night and he was feeling lonely. Despite Atsumu’s wild imagination, none of his fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. There, you were standing on the very same steps as the ones where Atsumu first saw you. Your head tilted in confusion before you excitedly exclaimed, “’Tsumu? Is that really you?”

Despite years of his brother, his family, and even some of his friends calling him by his endearing nickname, the way you said it washed over him in a wave of nostalgia. He lightly whispered your name, afraid that if he made any sudden movements the moment would reveal itself to be an illusion. You hurriedly rushed down the steps and threw yourself at him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you, feeling your flesh under his skin. You were really in his arms and Atsumu had never felt more alive.

“You moved back?” he tearily asked.

You let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, I thought it would be romantic to move back to my childhood home. To be honest, I didn’t think hard about it. It was mostly just on a whim. Though now it’s definitely starting to feel like fate."

"I can’t believe you’re really back,” Atsumu sighed. “Why didn’t you ever try to contact me?” Atsumu wasn’t angry. Not at all. After having you in his embrace again, he couldn’t really be angry at you anymore.

“Sorry, I just figured that you were too busy, and I didn’t know how to approach you after – y’know – that night.” You shyly looked away from him, the memories of the night before your move rushing back.

“Well, I hope you haven’t cheated on me in the years we were apart,” Atsumu teased, referring to the agreement you made years ago.

“Are you sure you’re the one that should be saying that? Miya Atsumu is known for being a lady killer. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had a couple of girlfriends in the past.”

Atsumu groaned. “Please don’t tell me you believe all that crap.”

You lifted a finger up to your lips. “Hmm. I don’t know. I think I’ve read a couple of articles about Miya Atsumu bringing an older lady out on dates,” you hummed, knowing full well Atsumu had just been accompanying his mother to the supermarket.

Atsumu smiled at you with glossy eyes. “I think there’s only ever been one person for me.” You grinned widely at him, thinking the same.

Though Atsumu wouldn’t consider himself a particularly lucky person, meeting and falling in love with you was definitely a stroke of luck.

#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x yn #atsumu x you #haikyuu fluff

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ackermelon · 3 years ago

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How some of the Haikyuu boys matured into men (manga and time-skip spoilers):

Kageyama: We've watched him go from being a self-centred brat that drove people away from him, to a great team player. He now not only recognises his own strengths, but he he has learnt to recognise his teammates' skills too. This not only applies to volleyball. As an adult, his relationships with people last longer, as he no longer neglects the other person's feelings, trying his best to make them feel appreciated and loved. He is still Kageyama though, and will not suddenly become bubbly and cheerful, but he has certainly become a friendlier person as an adult. He now sees people as people, and not as unimportant side characters.

Tsukishima: Mr. It's-just-a-club is now in Sendai Frogs, living out his pro-vb player life. That alone speaks to how much he's matured. He slowly indulged himself in the things he enjoys, exploring different things and learning more and more about himself. His career and study choices relate to what he likes as he plans to work at a museum... yk, Tsukki and Dinosaurs... Anyway. His snarky-side will forever be there, because he's Tsukishima Kei (I mean, c'mon), but he is significantly friendlier and more approachable. He has managed to maintain the relationships he had with the Karasuno team members, and has possibly made them stronger. In other words, Tsukishima is now everyone's favourite bachelor.

Yamaguchi: Becoming the captain in his third year did plenty for his inferiority complex. He now realises that he was a crucial part of his team from the very beginning despite not continuing to play vb after he graduated. It will forever be a precious time in his life. We see Yamaguchi as an independent young man, showing up to cheer on his friends in that final match. He no longer follows Tsukishima around. Yamaguchi shows a lot of self-confidence compared to his high-school self which helps him form connections with people despite his shy nature. He is able to make friends, more-than-friends, and stand up for himself when he needs to. All on his own.

Bokuto: He remains our high-energy himbo, but he has clearly matured. For example, despite his relationship with Akaashi still going strong, he does not require Akaashi to cheer him up every five minutes. He is less bothered by the little things, and no longer has an episode every time someone doesn't clap for him. He realises he is an essential player in his team, and needs to remain focused as volleyball is no longer just an after-school activity but his career. This goes for his relationships with people as well: he loves being praised almost as much as he loves his mother, but people do not need to walk on eggshells around him and can speak more freely as he rarely gets upset over some words anymore (he does have his moments sometimes, but we still love him).

Atsumu: He is still competitive, and he is still childish sometimes, but not nearly as much as he used to be. He has always known he was a great player, and he continues to prove that all throughout his career. I think the main area he has matured in is realising that nothing remains constant. He had to accept that his brother did not want a career in vb, and thus had to let go of the one person he thought would be by his side through it all. He promised, while yelling and crying, that he will let Osamu know on their deathbed that he lived the happiest life. I think Atsumu has matured greatly, seeing the ending of certain things as exciting, rather than sad. He loves challenges, and does not get discouraged when things don't go according to plan.

Oikawa: Oikawa's middle name will forever be 'petty'. However, he no longer hides behind empty words and a fake attitude. Now, when he compliments himself, he means it. Their loss against Karasuno must have hurt his ego as a captain. They not only didn't make it to nationals, but they lost against someone he envied - Kageyama. As an adult, Oikawa still sees Kageyama as a rival, but he no longer envies him. He knows he is a capable player, one of the very best, especially after being recruited onto the Argentinian League. Oikawa no longer needs to fake confidence; the hard work he put in and the career he has built for himself helped his feeling of self-worth bloom. This confidence allows him to build relationships without putting people down. i.e. He is now a pretty great person.

Tendou: "Goodbye my paradise" was the end of an era, and the beginning of Tendou's journey. Vb has certainly helped him realise that he has people in his life that love him for who he is. These real connections he has with his friends drive him to do what he loves, which surprisingly, is making chocolate. Even at the end of the manga, we see Tendou's cheerful self flaunting his pro-vb player boyfriend best friend on live television. He was already mature during his third-year of high-school, but he kept growing as a person after that. I believe he cares less about what people think of him, and is less haunted by his childhood trauma, as he would rather use that time to cherish what he has already.

I wanted to include more characters in this one, but these are the ones that I feel have changed a lot throughout the anime/manga. I have a soft spot for character development oops-

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koushisatori · 3 years ago

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if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀

TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it.

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long.

You finally made it-

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go.

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder.

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you.

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD!! THANKS FOR READING BABE

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smokeys-liveblogs · 2 years ago

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Man, I’ve been waiting for you to react to The Beach since you talked about Azula in Zuko Alone. It’s just. The closer she got to his dad, the more her mother chastised her, and the more she felt like her mother didn’t like her, and so the closer she got to her dad, starting the cycle all over. It’s really sad. And seeing Azula being vulnerable even only for a little bit was so good too. We hadn’t really seen that side of her previously. She brings her trauma up without anyone ever saying anything about it. She wasn’t directly called out like the others, she could have so easily said “Yeah I am perfect actually.” and that would be it. But she couldn’t, because she clearly cared, and it clearly bothered her.

Also oh boy. None of these kids know how to function outside of war. It’s all they’ve known. Azula threatens and strategizes her way through interactions because that’s how she thrived during war. That’s how she survived. Same with all the other kids. They can take squads of soldiers without breaking a sweat, but normal interactions are foreign to them.The whole Volleyball match, while being funny, was also so sad for that exact reason. In their war, victory is the only option.

Man these kids. I really love ATLA for this exact reason. War isn’t just some cool fight scenes here and there; it consumes you. It consumes your whole life. It shapes who you are as a person in all the big and little ways. The show is really good at showing that.

God sorry I took so long to answer this, it’s been a busy few days.

Anyways, yes, yes, exactly that. The cycle of abuse is just that - a cycle, and one that is very hard to get out of. Zuko may be able to break free, but a lot of the reason why is because he was away from his father for three whole years, and Iroh was there with him every step of the way giving encouragement.

That’s why I have hopes for Zuko and I’m mostly concerned about Azula’s end. I think Zuko will be able to make the choice he needs to make eventually, but as of now, I doubt she will, and that makes me sad.

AND YEAH. THESE ARE KIDS, MAN. These are children and Zuko is sixteen and Azula is fourteen and they watch the world as if a single foot out of line will get them scared and they’re RIGHT. What the fuck.

#ATLA 3x05 #smokey answers #anonymous #zuko #azula #uncle iroh #fire lord ozai #smokeys-liveblogs #avatar the last airbender

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devilyn · 4 years ago

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i want to tell you i love you | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: i won’t let you feel alone again by demxntia

Every single time that I lay my eyes on your face I'm falling for your body and your mind too Forget the past we can leave it all behind you I won't let you feel alone again I won't let you feel alone again, no

— synopsis: sometimes, tsukki wished he could be more honest with himself. because if he had honestly told you how he felt about you, he wouldn’t be standing outside your front door wondering how he should beg you for forgiveness right now. — genre: angst, happy ending, implications of nsfw, tsukki’s pride again. — word count: 1.8k

He wondered if he should even be here, standing outside your door without calling you beforehand. He knew you had to leave in 10 minutes if you wanted to make it to lecture in time, and he knew if you saw him your day would most likely be ruined.

Yet he didn't move from his spot by your front door.

Did you even want to see him? Chances were low. If anything, him being here was more likely to hurt you. But without thinking, his feet had brought him to your doorstep. Softly, he cursed and ran his hand through his hair.

He never knew what to do when it came to you and your undefined relationship.

"What are we?" you finally asked the other night with a softness in your eyes he never wanted to let go.

"Nothing," is what he instinctively said to keep the walls around his heart up, but he felt it throb in his chest when he saw the way your expression fell.

He hated labels. He hated defining things. It's why the two of you lasted so long. But it was only natural that you'd want some sort of definition of what was happening between the two of you.

If his high school teammates saw him now, most of them would probably be disappointed in the type of man he became. In fact, they'd yell at him to treat you better. So what was stopping him?

Pride. It was always his pride, and he hated it.

He nearly jumped in surprise when he heard your front door click and then swing open. You let out a similar noise of shock before finally looking up and meeting his golden eyes. Your haggard expression managed to become even more tired than before just at the sight of his face, and suddenly, he regretted coming.

"Why…?" you trailed off, knowing he knew what you meant.

"...needed to see you," he answered honestly, though he almost regretted that too when your brows furrowed and your expression darkened.

"I have class," you responded coldly, stepping outside the warm comforts of your apartment to brave the winter air. Tsukishima could see your breath, and the way you shuddered at the cool wind that blew by.

"M'not here for sex," he murmured and you scoffed, checking the time on your phone.

"Yeah, I figured that. You never come anytime before 9pm for sex," you tilted your head. "In fact, you never come before 9pm at all."

He felt like he was going to collapse, but his feet stayed rooted to the ground as he gazed down at you with an unreadable expression. Despite that, your hard expression softened into one he couldn't understand. He watched you glance at your phone again and curse under your breath. You would be late if you didn't leave now.

"Look, Kei," you stated quickly. "I need to go or I'll be late to class."

"You can miss one lecture."

You rolled your eyes and took a step forward in an attempt to slip past him. He wasn't sure how, but he managed to pull his feet from their spot by your front door to plant himself in front of you instead, blocking you from taking any more than three steps away from your doormat. Your expression morphed into one of displeasure once again.

"Kei," you spoke in a warning tone. "I'm going to be late."

"I want to talk--"

"You had your chance to talk last week," you interrupted, voice calm. "So move out of my way, or I'll block your number and you definitely won't be able to talk to me then."

"Either way, we know you're going to end up blocking my number after today anyway," he retorted with narrowed eyes, as you desperately looked for a way around his unnecessarily tall frame. "so let's talk now."

You scoffed and threw your hands into the air in defeat. Quickly, you whirled back around and forcefully unlocked your front door before yanking it open. Before stepping inside, you turn your head to glare at him.

"This is your last chance, Tsukishima Kei."

He flashed you a bitter smile before following you inside your familiar apartment.

"Excuse the mess," you mumble, dropping your bag by the couch as you head into the kitchen to grab him a beverage.

He closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock sealing his fate. How would he go about this? It's not like he came here with a plan. He had acted on emotion alone, and somehow ended up here. Yet, as you said, this was his last chance to be honest with himself, and with you.

"I hope water's fine. I don't have anything else," your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched you toss used tissues and napkins from the coffee table into the trash, briefly wiping it down with a wet towel before setting his beverage on top.

He took in your apartment for the first time during the daylight. It was uncharacteristically messy, with an emptied bag of chips tossed aside and a blanket and pillow laying haphazardly on your only couch. Your shoes were kicked to the side, and some clothes that he deemed as your pajamas were on the ground by the couch. As if you knew he was observing the sight, you hurriedly cleaned up the area.

"You don't need to clean," he said softly, though you made a soft noise that sounded like a snort. Clearly, you weren't going to listen to him.

"Sit," you told him as you made your way back to your bedroom to toss everything onto your bed to clean later. "And think thoroughly about what your excuse will be."

He did as you told him, taking a seat comfortably on your couch. He's spent an excessive amount of time here with you, usually with you perched in his lap with your lips against his. You always had this soft giggle he adored, and would try to draw out of you by kissing areas on your neck he knew were ticklish. He would rest his head on your lap after a long day of classes, volleyball practice, and generally dealing with others. You would run your hand through his hair absentmindedly while watching a show on your laptop, and he would gaze up at your focused expression with stars in his eyes. Then, his hand would reach up and pull you down for a kiss, which would eventually lead to more.

There were many nights where he'd let you force him into washing the sheets because of the mess the two of you made, and you insisted it had to be a team effort because it was mostly his fault for initiating in the first place. Still, the sight of you writhing beneath him with red cheeks pleading for more always made the laundry day worth it. Plus, the bright smile you wore watching him reluctantly pull the sheets off your bed made him feel things he couldn't put into words.

"I love you," Tsukishima whispered softly to himself, as he heard the quiet pattering of your feet become louder with each step as you approached the common area. That was the lame excuse he had come up with.

You took the spot on the other side of the couch, turning so you could face him.

"So?" you tilted your head, fingers messing around with your phone as a distraction. "What's the excuse you came up with that was good enough to force me to skip class?"

He was silent, eyes taking in every inch of your face and the small changes that occurred over the span of the two days he hadn't seen you.

The bags under your eyes were new, along with your chapped lips and the sadness in your irises. His hand reached forward and he inched closer to you, leaning in to cup your cheek gently. Though you allowed the action, you stiffened and never tore your gaze from his. His golden-brown eyes flickered to your lips, thumb brushing over them slowly.

"I'm sorry," he finally mumbled, eyes closing as he leaned in again to rest his forehead against yours.

"For what?" you inquired quietly. You were testing him, and he knew it. He deserved it, really.

"For saying you meant nothing to me when that obviously isn't true," Tsukishima still had his palm cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your supple skin as he sighed quietly. The two of you were silent for a bit before you spoke up again, your voice shaky.

"...what am I supposed to believe, Kei? That you really want to be around me for more than just sex, or are you cruel enough to lie to my face to keep me around as someone you can run to whenever you wanna fuck?"

"You're worth more than that," his voice was weak, and he suppressed his pride that scolded him for speaking his true feelings. "And I'm sorry that I made you feel like you weren't. I'm sorry that I disproved my actions with my words because I was scared of giving my heart to someone."

He finally opened his eyes, and his heart trembled at the sight of your teary expression.

"I can't forgive you so easily, you know," your fingers reached up to trace the outline of his jaw, and a pleased hum left his lips.

"I'll make it up to you, until you believe me," he placed his hand over yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing light kisses to your fingertips. Your gaze was soft, admiring the adoration in his eyes.

"I like you a lot," you whimpered weakly, and he couldn't help but smile. He leaned down to finally kiss you like he had been wanting to since he first saw you, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"I know," he mumbled against your lips, and you weakly smacked his shoulder to which he snickered.

"Do you like me…?" you asked quietly, voice even smaller than before, as if you were afraid of his answer.

"...yeah. A lot," he answered honestly, and his heart swelled up with joy at the sight of your teary smile. With a soft giggle that sounded like home to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you to press your lips to his again.

One day, he'd be able to vocalize just how much he loved that laugh of yours. One day, he'd be able to tell you honestly just how much he loves you.

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei scenarios #tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima hcs

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minahoeshi · 3 years ago

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you were loved the most the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader | breakup angst

Summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

Middle schooler Ushijima Wakatoshi was already more special than the kids around him. This, he was made to believe. It’s not exactly like it was wrong either. When a child is raised the way he was, with so much support that it’s suffocating, one can only grow to be good at what they were told they were meant to be doing. Volleyball as a toddler was meant for the happier times, a memory locked away as nothing but a feeling of nostalgia, never to be completely remembered again. Volleyball as a middle school player was an endless beginning, the very first point of a journey with no real possible end. Volleyball as one of the best among kids of his age, proven by the strength his high school team was known for and the fact that he was already on the world stage as well, could only ever spur him on to keep the momentum. Keep climbing, he would be reminded. Never stop. That’s how you reach the peak. Whether he would break after all that or rise to the very top was never even a matter of discussion. The way to the top was the only one there was. Looking back down and allowing himself to just freefall until the top becomes a distance almost crossed but never reached wasn’t ever an option. Wakatoshi could only ever aim for the very peak.

So, Wakatoshi, how’s volleyball as a pro?

The feeling of a dream-come-true that never was a dream, he might say. But him and sentimental descriptions simply didn’t really mix much. You were the one filled to the brim with those kinds of words. Maybe flowers laced the walls of your chest, maybe when God kicked Adam and Eve out of Eden, he left the garden to grow and flourish within your lungs, maybe you unknowingly raised every single Godly creation and so you were blessed with the power to create as well. You were full of flowery words, that’s what he knows. He would listen to every single one of them, count every petal, water every plant, kiss every one of them in their full bloom, and watch as sunlight filtered orange sets on all that you are. He’s always liked plants. But yours were his favourite.

So he wonders why the point where he could no longer listen to your words had to come. Why he looked at you and only felt the kind of fondness that comes with familiarity but not exactly love. Why the way your hands entwined with his no longer fills his chest with warmth. Why the abyss he spent trying to fill before you arrived (and made him realise maybe empty spaces were never meant to be filled to feel full but instead filled to feel warm) now feels extremely cold again. So maybe things like love do end. And maybe he made promises too soon.

So maybe when you told him about your mother and father and about how they made promises too but couldn’t come through, and when Wakatoshi thought you won’t ever be the same, he was wrong. Maybe one of them realised letting go when love no longer feels the same is better than letting their hands stay entwined when there’s only numbing coldness left to be felt. So maybe it’d do you better for him to let things end. From this point onwards, whatever he does will only ever hurt you. Because you crave the kind of affection that won’t ever end, and how he wish he could keep giving that to you, but he just no longer can. And staying with him who, for whatever fucked up reason the cosmos came up with, can no longer find the love he spent years sharing with you, is something he would never wish upon you.

This fucking hurts. How he fucking wants to keep loving you. What the hell happened?

After you left, Wakatoshi skipped training. He felt bad for eating the omelette when you cooked it to wish him luck. But he ate it anyway, wondering if he will ever see you again. And if so, will he feel find himself feeling the way he used to? And if yes, would you want that?

How do feelings work anyway?

You get to work right away. Still feeling heavy and hurt, sobbing at times, you keep collecting Wakatoshi’s things from your apartment. There were a lot. You were both comfortable with sharing your spaces with each other anytime you both wanted. Sometimes leaving things behind caused problems like that time Wakatoshi left his jersey in your apartment and only realized on the day of a game. You had to head to the gym earlier than you usually do, thankfully having washed the clothing a few days before. It’s actually there again, you find. His Schweiden Adler jersey in your closet among the pile of his other shirts and pyjamas. You put all that and other things into a box and close it up. For now, you’ll clean your place and get some sleep. You slept late last night and you woke up too early. Dealing with lack of sleep and the taxing feelings of ache after a breakup was too much. You were exhausted.

The moment you lie on your bed, you feel yourself falling asleep. And then you do. World gone.

You wake up at around lunch and take a short shower. You dress up, carry the box of Wakatoshi’s stuff, head out, lock your door, and go on your away to Tendou’s chocolate shop. You weren’t friends with him before you met Wakatoshi. So, you guess, maybe this will be the last you see him too. When people lose others, they either prefer to keep remembering or completely forget. For your sake, you’d rather be the latter.

Tendou’s shop isn’t close enough to the train station. You have to walk a few more minutes before you reach it. The box you’re carrying isn’t exactly heavy but you still feel sluggish even after that nap. You stop by a café to gather your wits and rest a bit. When you meet Tendou, you know he’ll greet you brightly. Toshi wouldn’t have told him that you broke up just yet. You realised long ago that unless asked by people, Toshi would rather not say anything most of the time. His silence was one you grew used to. Now you have to get used to not being around it anymore.

When you enter the chocolate shop, you see his red hair behind the counter right away. Quite the opposite of Wakatoshi, he’s lively and loud when he wants to be. Like right now, as he’s talking to a costumer, excitedly helping them choose one of the products they’re looking for. You wait until he’s done, just sending him a wave when he sees you, smiling. When the costumer leaves, you head for the counter and place the box you’ve been holding on top pf it.

Loudly, as you expected, he says, “hello! What brings you here? Haven’t seen you in like, three days, I think? You need anything? Where’s Wakatoshi-san? He’s not with you? Why?”

His barrage of questions won’t be left unanswered. But first, you nudge the box toward him. “Uhm, yeah, haven’t seen you in days. I… uhm, I’m here to ask you to do something. Related to Toshi-kun, of course, and well, why he’s… not, uhm, here…? With me?”

You stutter a lot mainly because you don’t exactly feel like announcing that Wakatoshi broke up with you. Tendou simply seems extremely excited to see you and even hopeful to see his best friend too but right now, you just feel like crying all over again It’s like you just can’t run out of tears. You just know that after this, you’ll go home and sob the rest of the day away. Breaking up with Wakatoshi hurt you a lot.

The redhead urges you on, concern beginning to appear on his face. What with the way you’re stuttering and fidgeting when you’re usually so comfortable around him and other people, it’s easy to tell that you’re not feeling too well. Clearly, something must have happened between you and Wakatoshi.

“So… we… kind of broke up…?” the lack of certainty in your voice makes it seem as though you’re still unsure if things really did end between you and the pro-athlete you’ve spent years with. But with the way Wakatoshi told you his reasons for breaking up last night, and how he didn’t want to keep hurting you because you’ve already talked to him about two other people who met and fell in love and did many things and yet still fell out of it but tried to hold on for too long that they ended up tearing each other down until even their daughter started to break with them until it’s just one tiny family with sharp shards for hearts, only capable of hurting each other and nothing more (some daughters grow up wanting to be anything but their mothers and fathers). Of course, Wakatoshi never mentioned that story, but you both knew that when he said he knows he can only really hurt you even more if he lets things run as they always did, he meant, we’re not your parents. We won’t tear each other down. If you go now, you’ll be okay enough to not be the person you’ll come to hate.

The only thing you allow Tendou to know is that you and Wakatoshi are no longer dating and that you’re both okay with it. You leave it at that, and when Tendou gives you a hug, the pain in your chest runs up your throat and you start crying again but that’s alright because Tendou reminds you that you’re sad and hurt and crying makes sense and crying helps and crying is fine and maybe crying makes it hurt a little bit less. He pats your back and says nothing after that, simply letting you calm down.

Before you leave, you purchase a few sweets because Tendou told u it’ll help. Chocolates and sadness work too well with each other.

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The last time Wakatoshi remembers talking to you was around a year after your breakup. He and his team known to be one of the bests of Japan lost against the bests of Argentina in the Olympics. The world stage wasn't a strange new world to him and neither was loss, but for the first time in many years, the man found himself burdened by the weight of too many regrets.

He knew then that maybe it wasn't exactly losing against Argentina that made him feel this way. Maybe the emptiness he so desperately filled by pouring too much of his days into training and playing was finally there to break him. Maybe the whole time he was thinking he was getting there, not knowing where, only hoping to keep going because he just doesn't know where he can stop to lay his pieces down, he was only distracted enough to not miss the warmth you brought with you which you took with you when he broke your heart. And so when he lost that game, he questioned what could possibly keep him going. When does this journey end? Until when must he keep going? His parents never told him when he was younger. All this time, he only knew to keep forward. Now that he has won one too many games and finally lost one of the most important games he could play, he finds himself wondering if he should stop here now.

And because you knew him too much, you just had to, you know, be that rock that kept him steady even after he hurt you. He went and broke your heart for reasons he himself still cannot really explain, like how the fuck he knew he was no longer in love with you, and why the fuck is he still missing you, and is God playing with him right fucking now? So you just had to call him when he was all alone in his hotel room, mind messed up in so many ways. Your voice just to had to be there. To tell him, you did so well today. To be honest, I haven't watched much of your games recently but I felt like I just had to watch this one. And it was so awesome. It makes me wanna start watching you play again. You're amazing, Wakatoshi-kun. I'm so proud of you.

And then a year later, Wakatoshi finds out that you finally published the novel you’ve been working on since way before he met you. In the first message you sent him, you attached a picture of your book, saying, look at the name on the cover. are you proud of me yet? I am too<3. Better grab yourself a copy before there's none left, right? He couldn't say for sure why you decided to message him about it. It wasn't like you stayed in contact, both of you aware of how much you preferred not facing the past if you had the choice. That time after he lost against Tooru Oikawa's team in the Olympics and you gave him a call was because you're just that kind. You're just that amazing.

But like many things he'll never understand, he just lets this one be. So what if you told him about your book? He should be thankful enough that you even decided to tell him about it. So he goes and buys a copy and reads it as soon as he gets home. It's not like he's big on reading. But he just really likes your words.

Epilogue

...and if someday we find ourselves in a universe where soulmates are filled to the brim with not only stardust but also pure serendipity, I wonder what kind of mark we would have. I kinda wish it'd be that one where ink on my skin gets inked on yours too. Then maybe it'd be so much easier to tell you all the secrets I've been trying to keep. Like how I spent too many years regretting not succumbing in that green lake back home or how sometimes I bleed all over in red angry lines running down like red angry tears, and how much you made me just want to live because you just made me feel loved the most of all. Because maybe you were my finallyfinallyfinallyfinally before you were my whywhywhywhywhywhy.

The End

A/N

Hello. I deeply feel how flawed this fic is but that's fine. I'm still learning how to write stories because I've been writing prose more than anything else. So stories like this do kinda scare me. But I still hope you liked it and thank you so much for reading it!!!!

also, not proofread. it's p hard for me to reread my own works so im v sorry for any mistakes and stuff. if u find any mistakes and whatnot pls pls pls tell me. thats all i hope u enjoyed this v much shouldve stayed in the drafts fic. mwa!

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bokubonk · 4 years ago

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your name

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, insecurity, cursing

characters: Tanaka x gn!reader, Saeko

date: 04/11/21

word count: 1.6k+

It was Friday and you were heading to the convenience store to buy snacks for your weekly movie night with Tanaka. It was something you looked forward to all week considering he was the one you liked and these movie nights gave you hope that maybe he liked you back. After all, he never invited anyone else to them and they always led to you falling asleep in his arms, which he never protested to.

It had been going on for a long time now since the two of you were childhood friends but over the years your feelings developed and now, you held onto the hope that the hours the two of you spent together meant something more.

You walked with a bounce in your step, quickly picking out your favorite snacks, knowing the two of you had similar tastes. You rushed to pay for everything and quickly hurried out the door, wanting to be there to greet him once he came home after practice.

He always scolded you for waiting out in the cold when you could be waiting inside but you wanted to be the first one to welcome him home so you always waited. For you, it was worth the risk of getting sick.

You leaned against the wall, hands fumbling with the straps of your bag. It was getting colder and you were a little worried that something had happened. Normally, he got home within fifteen minutes of you being there but it had been almost forty five minutes and he had yet to show up.

With furrowed brows you decided to knock on the door, hoping that maybe Tanaka had been told to stay behind to practice and your expression brightened when you saw Saeko.

“Oh? Y/n, what are you doing here?” she inquired, her voice raspy and her cheeks flushed from what appeared to be a cold. “Did he not text you?”

Your smile dropped and your chest tightened.

“What do you mean?”

You nervously gripped the bag of food in your hand, reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone.

Your eyes widened when you saw the message on the screen that had clearly been sent hours ago.

I’m going on a date tonight so I gotta cancel movie night. I promise I’ll make it up to you.

“Oh,” you murmured, blinking away your tears. She stared at you with pity in her eyes and you put on your best smile, hoping she wouldn’t be able to see through the cracks.

“I guess I’ll just head home then. Have a good night,” you said, struggling to keep your voice steady. “It’s getting late so you should stay inside and rest,” you handed over the bag of snacks, “I know it’s not going to do much for your cold but you should eat these if you’re hungry.”

She shook her head, her eyes full of concern and she went back inside to grab her keys. “C’mon, I’ll drive you home. It’s not right for you to be out so late at night without anyone with you.”

You shook your head.

“It’s okay. It’s not that far of a walk anyway. I’ll be alright.”

“That brother of mine may be an idiot but I know how much you mean to him. I just don’t understand what he thinks he’s doing, going out on a date with someone else.”

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, I guess that makes two of us.”

It wasn’t a surprise that Saeko was sympathizing with you, considering how obvious your feelings were for her brother. Often, you saw her winking at you whenever she would spot the two of you cuddling in his room. Anyone could see how you felt about him if they looked hard enough but you figured you didn’t matter enough to Tanaka for him to realize you were in love with him.

Perhaps this was your time to let go of him. Maybe this was fate’s way of saying you should give up.

You let out a bitter laugh and steeled your nerves for what was to come. But you were comforted with the thought that at least he would be happy with whoever he went out with tonight even though you wished with all your heart that it was you.

By the time you came home, you were no longer in the mood to eat anything, your thoughts so preoccupied with who he was on a date with.

What did they look like? Did they make him smile?

You laid awake, thinking about all these possibilities and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for still holding on even though you promised to let him go.

It certainly didn’t help that you had the weekend to dwell on your thoughts and it was taking a toll on your health. Your dark circles were more prominent and with Monday coming up you weren’t sure how you would face him.

So you did the next best thing and decided to avoid him at all costs, walking the other way whenever you saw him in the halls. You wondered if he even remembered you were missing from his life but from the goofy smile on his face whenever you stumbled into his path, you figured you had been forgotten.

It hurt to know that after so many years, you had been so easily forgotten but you were glad that at least he found someone who made him happy.

But when Friday came, your plans to ignore him went down the drain when you saw him waiting for you after class ended. You tried pushing past him and pretending you hadn’t seen him but he only came after you, grabbing you by your wrist and dragging you into an empty classroom to talk.

“What’s going on?” he demanded, “Why are you ignoring me?”

When you only responded with your silence he let out a sigh, “If it’s because of movie night then I promise I’ll never cancel on you ever again. The date sucked anyway.”

“I don’t want to hear about your date, Ryu,” you replied, trying your best to ignore the tight feeling in your chest.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? I said I’m sorry. Do you want me to take you shopping to make it up to you? We can have movie night every night if you want, anything, please just stop crying.”

You could tell he was desperate, but you were too hurt to allow things to go back to the way they were before. It had been too long that you allowed yourself to have feelings for him when you clearly knew he didn’t feel the same. After all, if he did then why would he go on a date with someone else.

“It’s fine. We don’t need to have any more movie nights. I’m getting pretty busy anyway. I’m sure you have to practice late too. You should prioritize volleyball.”

You kept your voice steady even with the tears streaming down your cheeks but that only made him more frustrated. Tanaka knew you were upset but unlike before, now you were refusing to forgive him and he was worried that he had fucked it all up and this would be the moment he lost you.

“What the fuck, y/n? Why are you being like this? I already apologized. What more do you want from me?”

He didn’t mean to be so forceful with his words but your cold demeanor worried him and he was desperate to bring things back to the way they were.

“I want you to love me,” you sobbed, unable to bear putting up a front any longer. “But I know you don’t and I’m trying to let you go so please just leave me alone.”

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Who the fuck said I didn’t love you?”

“You went out on that date,” you sniffled.

“Yeah? Were you jealous?” he asked, his voice soft. He cursed himself for making you cry but he couldn’t hold back the affection in his voice now that he knew you felt the same. Tanaka only wished he had known earlier or he would have never wasted his time going on a date with someone else.

“Of course I was,” you scoffed, “You don’t see me going on dates with anyone else so why would you go out with someone else if you had feelings for me.”

“Because I was trying to get over you and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he admitted, lowering his head in a sort of bow. Now that he thought about it, he realized just how stupid he was and he hated himself for ever thinking it was a good idea in the first place. “But I ended up fucking myself over anyway because the date sucked and you started ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” you muttered while he lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes and he gently took your face between his calloused hands so you couldn’t look away.

“Hey, y/n,” he murmured, his eyes bright. “Ask me why the date sucked.”

You furrowed your brows, unsure but you followed his command anyway.

“Why did your date suck?”

“Because it wasn’t with you,” he replied, leaning closer until he was inches away and you were a hairsbreadth away from kissing. “You were all I could think about and it got to the point where I accidentally called them by your name.”

“Now, tell me. Can I finally do the honors of taking you out on a date?” he questioned.

“Yeah,” you answered, your breathing hitching as he closed the distance between the two of you.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.”

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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Merry Christmas (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), bad language, my shit writing, falling further in love with Miya Atsumu

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and you and your boyfriend had planned on exchanging gifts only for hours to go by and there’s still no sign of him. Atsumu feels incredibly guilty for being late, but he makes up for that lateness in a different way.

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Christmas came early ya’ll! I hope you like this one! I also hope that I was able to capture Atsumu’s personality and dialect accurately lol. This was a lot of fun to write and I apologize for any mistakes lol. I just really wanted to get this one out before I start getting busy with work and getting everything ready for Christmas.

As always, let me know what you think!:)

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Shit. Atsumu knew that he fucked up. He was supposed to be at the spot hours ago. He was just too caught up in practice that time had slipped by.

One more set, was his mindset each time, long after the rest of the team had wanted to call it quits for the day.

If it wasn’t for Osamu yelling at him that Y/n had been waiting, he would still be in the gym.

Fuck, he felt like the worst boyfriend on the planet. Having practice on Christmas Eve was one thing but forgetting about meeting up with his cute girlfriend was another. And it was fucking freezing outside, the snow heavily falling from the gray sky.

He felt even worse knowing that the spot you guys always met up at was outside, a quiet little area nestled deep in the park you guys passed by on your way home.

You hadn’t stayed right? Surely you would have gone home by now.

There was no way that you would have stayed in this weather. Regardless, Atsumu ran faster than he’s ever ran in practice.

There was no way….

Guilt ate at his heart the minute his eyes found your figure.

You were hunched over on the bench, cupping your glove covered hands against your mouth, attempting to blow hot air into your freezing fingers.

Snow covered your bundled-up body, clung to your delicate lashes and hair that peaked out from under your beanie. Beside you sat a decorative bag, pristine and clearly a gift that was supposed to be given to him.

Atsumu didn’t think he deserved his Christmas present at this point.

“Y/n!” He called out, finally jogging the rest of the way until he was right in front of you, visible puffs of air escaping his lips as he tried to catch his breath. “M’sorry, I lost track of time. Ya must be freezin’... why didn’t you go to my house? Ya know that Samu is home right –”

“Atsumu!”

His eyes widened as you sprang up, eyes wide and bright. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you gazed up at him.

There was no sight of annoyance or sadness in your face. Something that he had expected to happen.

But the way you were looking at him, and the way that your full cheeks and the tip of your nose was incredibly rosy and begging to be smothered in his kisses, well, he had never seen such a beautiful sight before.

“Merry Christmas.” You breathed out, wide eyes twinkling in happiness.

Atsumu’s face softened, his large hands reaching to cup your face. He felt a harder tug of guilt in his heart at the way you sighed and closed your eyes in content at the warmth his hands provided.

He didn’t deserve such a kind and sweet-hearted girl like yourself; especially when he did things like today.

He didn’t even have your gift, it was still at his house, waiting to be picked up hours ago after he had gotten home from practice.

“Yeah. Merry Christmas.” He murmured before pressing his hot lips to your cold ones.

You sighed softly, melting into his much larger body. The heat that he supplied felt incredible against your body.

Atsumu moved his lips tenderly against your own, hating how your usually soft and warm lips were slightly chapped and incredibly cold.

But the butterflies were still there, the familiar feeling of your body pressing into his was still there, and all he could think about was warming you up.

A kiss like this was a step in the right direction for that.

The longer he kissed you though, the colder you would still get. He realized that when he felt you shiver softly against him.

Reluctantly he pulled away, his large hands still holding your face in between warm palms.

“Yer an idiot.” He chuckled lightly as a soft pout formed on your lips.

“I was waiting for you.” You pouted.

“I know. Ya should’ve just gone home though. Look at ya.” He frowned, carefully unraveling the scarf around his neck, and wrapping it around yours.

He watched with gentle eyes as you shivered at the newly added warmth before you snuggled your chin deeper into the scarf, inhaling his familiar scent.

“What about you?” You asked, voice slightly muffled from the fabric.

“M’fine. The house is close by anyway. Let’s get ya into something warmer yeah?” He said reaching for your hand.

“You haven’t opened your gift yet!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag.

“I’ll open it at home. Come on, I don’t want ya out here in the cold any longer, yer gonna get sick.” He frowned and started tugging you on the path back home.

The walk home was filled with laughter and conversation as you guys talked about his practice. There was still no sign of any irritation about him being late; and Atsumu still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had just a sweet girlfriend, he truly didn’t deserve your forgiveness or love. But he was just as greedy with you as he was when it came to volleyball.

“Stupid.” Osamu sighed, watching from the doorway as you guys removed your shoes, Atsumu was tugging at the layers on your body now that they were soaking wet from the change in temperature. He definitely didn’t want you getting sick.

“Shut up!” Atsumu snapped, shooting his brother a glare; ignoring the whines of protest as he hastily yanked your outer layers off.

“Ya owe me some pudding for saving yer ass again. I’m sure he’d still be at practice if I hadn’t called him.” Osamu said pointedly.

You giggled at the irritated expression on Atsumu’s face. The banter between the twins was definitely a lot better now that they were older, but it was still there.

Atsumu clicked his tongue in annoyance, watching as his twin left his house; waving goodbye and promising that he would see them later tonight at their parents’ house.

“So damn annoying.” Atsumu muttered under his breath before his attention was turned back to you.

Despite the warm temperature in the house, you were shivering.

“Wanna take a bath?” Atsumu asked, but he was already tugging you towards the bathroom. He still needed to shower too, and if he got it to do it with you, that was even better.

Steam filled the room as the both of you undressed. Atsumu’s greedy eyes trailing down your body, appreciating the beauty in your nakedness.

“Don’t look.” You huffed, arms wrapping around your exposed body.

Atsumu chuckled, teasingly tugging at the strand of hair that started curling around your collarbone.

“I’ve seen ya naked plenty of times baby. Why are you so shy now?”

Atsumu chuckled again as he watched red bleed into your cheeks; the embarrassed, pouty look on your face was entirely adorable.

Instead of commenting, and risking getting hit, Atsumu simply grabbed your much smaller hand and tugged you towards the spray of the shower.

“Sorry.” He murmured softly, watching as a deep shudder tore through your body at the heat of the water. You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as you let the water run down your head and face, soaking you completely.

He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. He couldn’t voice it enough, couldn’t even remotely convey how he felt about you. He’s said it before, but he never understood why someone so soft, so pretty, wanted to be with someone like him.

His teammates, even his brother, didn’t know either. Honestly, sometimes they didn’t think Atsumu deserved you. But he knew that too.

Again, he was a greedy man when it came to you. If you were willing to stay, despite all of his flaws, despite the fact that he did put volleyball over you, then he was never going to let you go.

“Need help washing up?” You teased, gazing up at the tall male, water clung to your lashes, making your eyes look more innocent and brighter.

“That’s just an excuse to touch me isn’t it?” Atsumu flirted back, reaching to yank your naked body closer to his.

Arousal spiked in his blood as your breasts pressed against his own skin, and the way you were looking at him…

How were you so pretty?

“Of course it is. When your boyfriend is a pro volleyball player, and looks like this, you want to touch them as much as you can.” You bantered back, but your eyes were shining, reflecting back so much love and affection that it took his breath away.

“I am pretty great, aren’t I?” He teased but his expression was incredibly soft.

“The best.” You murmured.

Atsumu’s eyes flashed dangerously, he had to have you.

“Let’s hurry so we can exchange gifts already.” You laughed, reaching for the soap. “I’ll help you.”

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Atsumu found himself sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the tv as you moved around the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for the two of you.

“Who’s winning?” You asked, carefully setting the mugs down on the coffee table, taking your place next to him on the couch.

Atsumu was immediately distracted, his eyes moving from the tv to your exposed legs. Your clothes were in the dryer, and you had opted for one of his shirts that was entirely too big for your frame.

He watched as you took a sip from the mug, your tongue darting out to lick at your lips. He couldn’t help imagining you using your tongue on something else.

“Tsumu?” You looked at him curiously. But when you took notice of the hungry look on his face, the way his eyes seemed to zero in on you; you couldn’t help the blush and deep twinge that sparked in your lower belly.

“I think I’m ready for my present now.” He murmured, voice darkening as he reached to pull the mug out of your hand, placing it back on the coffee table.

You swallowed thickly.

“It’s still by the front door. I can go get it for you…” you trailed off shyly, but you knew that he wasn’t talking about that Christmas gift.

His lips twitched in amusement, his body moving to press against your own.

“That wasn’t the present I was talkin’ about. I think I’ll go after the one that’s already a little unwrapped, yeah?” Thick fingers dragged softly against the bare skin of your thigh, sliding up until he was grasping the hem of his t-shirt that rested against the upper part of your leg.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, as he wrapped his hand around your upper thigh and pulled, causing your world to tilt as he forced you onto your back, his larger frame resting between your parted legs.

Atsumu yanked the piece of fabric up, causing the shirt to bundle up against your chest, your body completely exposed to him now.

Shyness burned in your body, manifesting into a bright red resting on your cheeks, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you casted your gaze to the side, eyes glued to the tv.

A low whistle sounded through Atsumu’s lips as his eyes slid over your skin. His fingers reached up, sliding against the soft skin of your belly, gently tracing along the undersides of your breasts before cupping them in warm hands. His thumb and index finger gently tweaking against your pebbling nipples.

Pleasure rippled through your body, causing you to whine and squirm beneath him, you could already feel slick heat beginning to accumulate between your thighs, your core burning and aching to be touched.

“So pretty.” He cooed, trailing his hand back down your body, gently squeezing at the flesh that sat upon your hips before he gently pried your legs open further. Atsumu moaned in appreciation at the sight of your weeping cunt, swollen and glistening.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and look how wet you are for me.” He breathed in awe, a thick finger gently dragging through your drenched folds, gently pressing against your puffy clit. You jumped at the sudden touch, body trembling at the zap of pleasure it gave you.

“Pretty baby. You want my tongue or my fingers?” he murmured, his voice deep and dark now.

“Both.” you whined; eyes fluttering shut as he pressed down against your clit again.

“My baby is being greedy today.” he grinned, large hand suddenly coming down to swat at your aching cunt.

The rippling sensation of his slap stung deliciously, causing your walls to clench around nothing as a low whine tore through your lips.

“So fucking pretty.” he breathed, and then his tongue flattened against your slit, sliding up to take your swollen clit into his mouth. Atsumu gave you no time to adjust to pleasure that trembled through your body, his movements were fast and greedy as he easily slid a thick finger against your slick walls, curling up to rub against that devastating part inside of you.

A sob tore through your lips as your legs trembled, moving to close together as your body tried wiggling away from the intense pleasure his mouth and fingers were giving you. Atsumu grunted against your slick cunt, the vibrations causing another whine to escape your lips. His finger slid out carefully, as his hands came up to grab at your hips, pinning you to the spot so that you couldn’t move away.

Atsumu didn’t mind the way your thighs were squeezing his head as he sucked and licked at your perfect pussy. Your taste, your smell, the softness of your flesh; if he could choose a way to die it would be this.

“Atsumu!” you cried, gushing around his tongue as your orgasm hit. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you struggled to catch your breath. Your head was spinning in pleasure, body still trembling. Just like how he was in volleyball, Atsumu wasted no time; he tugged your body up, hands moving to remove the shirt completely before he tugged you onto his lap.

You mewled softly as you felt the hardness of his cock slide against your drenched folds, before you felt something thick and blunt being pressed against your entrance; slowly and carefully breaking you open as you clung to his broad shoulders, face pressed against his neck.

You moaned softly against his skin as you sunk down on his thick cock, walls fluttering and clutching at his length until he was sheathed inside you completely. Despite how many times he has had you, he was always in awe at how well you took his cock.

The fullness that Atsumu gave you was always shocking, and you hadn’t realized that you were making pitiful and desperate noises until Atsumu was hushing you softly, pressing his lips against your temple tenderly.

“My pretty baby feels so good.” He moaned, gently nipping at your lobe, voice gravelly as he breathed hotly against your ear. “Gonna start movin’ ya okay?” his large hands gripped at your hips, and carefully he began sliding your body up and down, maneuvering you perfectly; his cock rubbing and stretching your walls in a way that left you whiny and breathless.

You could only take it as he helped you fuck yourself onto his hard member; you clung to him helplessly as he continued to drive his cock up in time with the way he moved your hips down. You whimpered and moaned into his neck, lips pressing against the skin as you attempted to smother your sounds.

“Start movin’ baby.” He murmured.

Despite the way that your legs burned, you listened, body moving on its own. Atsumu slid one of his hands against your back, trailing up to grab at the back of your neck, carefully pulling you away so that he could look at you.

“Fuck… you like ridin’ my cock?” he groaned, eyes taking in your flushed face and glassy eyes. He didn’t give you time to answer; he pulled you in for a heated kiss, tongue clashing and rubbing against your eyes, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth and falling onto your breasts.

You could feel the familiar pressure of your release bubbling up in your stomach, causing your hips to snap down against his faster, his cock reaching a depth within you that caused a loud cry to escape your lips. Atsumu greedily swallowed every sound before pulling away to stare at your face.

“Come on baby, cum for me, yeah?” he breathed, fingers reaching down to play with your swollen clit. “Make it a good one for me.”

Your release was devastating; body convulsing against his as you sagged into his chest, face pressed against his shoulder as you all but went limp in his grasp.

“Fuck.” he rasped, hips rocking faster before a loud groan escaped his mouth, his warmth spilling into your body.

Atsumu’s breathing was ragged as he gasped for air, his hands rubbing against your spent body carefully, one of his hands tangling into the air at the back of your head, keeping you close to him as his lips pressing against your temple once again.

“Merry Christmas baby.” he breathed.

“You want your present now?” you laughed, breathless.

Atsumu couldn’t help but chuckle arms squeezing you tight.

This was a merry Christmas indeed.

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arrogantsonofabiscuit · 4 years ago

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Arguing with their s/o and how do they sleep after the argument

A/n:- help me with the fic names someone 😓🥲.

Genre :- angst—> fluff, mentions of pet names!

Feat:- Kuroo , Sakusa , Oikawa, Kita

Sakusa Kiyoomi:-

So basically you and him had gone on a date in a very neat and clean café according to you since you knew Kiyoomi’s germaphobe nature. And what was the best part was the fact that the café was in a secluded corner of the city so you thought why not right? Nothing could go wrong ……..right?

Nuhuh honey. This is how the date went down in your diary!

So the weather seemed very pleasant it seemed like the clouds did not know rain okay? So why the hell did the clouds understand the concept of rain and now it was cloudy! Like why now? Couldn’t you rain later? But no the luck is rarely with you lol.

So now you sit on the cold chair in the café with soaking wet pants, you were cursing under your breath and could feel the cold air of the aircon hit your back. Great just great!

Sakusa approaches the quite corner of the café and watches your wet and dirtied form shivering under the cold weather.

He looked agitated and looked away and asked you to take a bath as soon as you guys leave the café.

As soon as you enter the doorway of your apartment still soaking wet and feeling very cold , you hear Sakusa mumble something . “Why did you forget your umbrella?”

“I did not know that it would rain, even the weather report did not mention about it whatsoever!”

He looks at you with a disgusted face which screamed “You are so dirty , go clean yourself”

You quickly rush to your bathroom and take a quick shower , Sakusa enters the bedroom and watches your dirty clothes lying on the ground which was your first mistake dear grave mistake.

So now you are here sleeping in your huge bed with backs facing each other. Great y/n just great.

Its 2:11 am at night where you are at one edge of the bed looking at the ceiling and observing the various cracks it has. Am I the only one who does this and literally counts them ?

He was on the other corner of the bed with his eyes wide open as he couldn’t sleep for a second Bruh if you are suffering just make up already!

You quietly shift to his side of the bed and wrap your arm around his waist, this caused him to whip his head towards your direction but his gaze seemed soft on your features . The way you pouted and looked at him with* those * puppy dog eyes he melted right there.

He gently wraps his arm around you and nuzzles his head on your neck . You rest your head on his chest and inhale the smell of fresh laundry and well him!

You guys forgot about the argument you had about him calling you dirty and disgusting which made you angry at him as well as sad. Here you are in each others embrace and dose off quietly with soft snores filled in the room.

Oikawa Tooru:-

Okay so hear me out , this guy is a huge tease that’s the way he is. Yohoo.

Arguments with him generally were either he pouted or whined for your attention.

Then how come now that you guys have fought long ago still not talking to each other?

So the reason why you had the argument was because of the fact that you are short and you couldn’t reach the bookshelf to grab the reference book you needed for studying.

“Tooru, would you please give me the book on the top shelf?”

“No ✨”this mf straight up said no

And you were like “huh”?

You were already having a rough day and this made you mad.

So you asked a guy sitting near the window of the library, he simply nodded and handed you the book smiling .

Let me tell you Oiks is a very territorial guy so he was more than pissed at you .

Now you are here in your shared apartment in the same bedroom on the same bed as him , but not facing each other.

You were pouty and so was he, but somehow you always made him feel the warmth he couldn’t get since he was always so busy with his volleyball , dealing with the fan girls , studying and what not, but at the end of the day you were the source of light to help him keep going.

And now finally he whines which causes you to jolt out of the fluffy bed. “What? Did you have a nightmare?” you ask with a concerned look on your face.

He then pats your shoulder and makes you fall on the bed with him and then he gently wraps his arm around your torso and nuzzles into your neck. You kiss the crown of his head and sleep as he hums on your neck which lulled you to sleep . The argument long forgotten.

Kita Shinsuke:-

This guy right here is the whole damn meal and I meant every single word here .

So argument with this whole damn meal guy is impossible right? Like how humanly possible it could be?

How can you argue with this daddy material I mean guy?

Anyways so the reason was that you are clumsy I mean who isn’t a klutz?

He told you to be careful since you were walking recklessly on the wet road because of the rain which had poured half and hour ago.

You legit slipped on the pavement since the water somehow caused you to lose your balance and you just fell which almost keyword almost exposed your underwear.

You apologised on the way home but he seemed to get angry since you did not listen to him.

You then told him that you don’t constantly liked been told what to do? Are you her dad? Kita-san ore no oto-san desuka?

That made him more angry , angry but with the most robotic face like how is it humanly possible ?

Anyways so here you are on your bed reading some stories whereas he was also on the bed but not facing you whatsoever.

It continued till midnight, and you couldn’t get a blink of sleep.

So you quickly glanced at your bicolored haired boyfriend , who seemed to be stiff on his side of bed.

You placed your head on his firm chest and saw him immediately melting in your soft touches.

A warm smile crept on his face as you mumbled apologies against his chest. He apologised too for being too demanding on you.

The room was filled with small snores and legs tangled with each other under those fluffy blankets.

Kuroo Tetsurou:-

Sir your hand in marriage please.🤲

Neways we all know the great provocation king himself if a mfing tease just like our ol’ oiks

But do you know your limits?

Sometimes he does sometimes he does not.

So now you are upset with him since he made you feel inferior and dumb . That was not the only problem , he called you dumb right in front of his teammates! Way to go Kuroo!

Maths is always a difficult subject calculating shit or what not . You can clearly see the love I have for this subject lol.

The problem was not that difficult you only had to convert your answer to the required unit, which you couldn’t , so its not wrong asking the Smart guy right? The smart guy who is your boyfriend?! Right?

And now cue the song “hello darkness my old friend…” ahem~

You enter the cafeteria with the math book in your hand searching for your boyfriend, it was not difficult to spot him with his hair in all glory.

You nudge his shirt and he smiles and replies “What’s wrong?” you explain him that you can’t seem to get the right answer and its not making any sense.

He takes your book and reads the question. He simply chuckles and replies ”Obviously you can’t find the right answer because you forgot to convert it ! Kitten .” You write down the converted answer but still it did not seem to be right. “Kuroo, I still can’t get it right. Why is it so difficult?”

Yaku and Kai were worried since they knew you weren’t that great in math but they knew that your beloved is gonna tease you for your silly mistake.

He laughs and tells you” You have to divide it not multiply , dummy!”

You pout and hide your flush face since his few teammates laughed at your silly mistake .

So now here you are in your shared apartment doing your homework religiously and not even sparing a glance at your tall boyfriend.

Kuroo was worried because you weren’t looking at him at all nor were asking him any doubts.

You heard Kuroo click his tongue in irritation and he then leaves the room. You complete your homework and head to bed.

After midnight where both you couldn’t spear a single nap, turned to face each other and that’s when you saw kuroo looking at you with pleading eyes.

“I will forgive you only if you promise me that you won’t do it again and rather help me with it. Do you promise?”

“Yes kitten I do , also could I get some cuddles ? ” he asks sheepishly .

“You don’t need permission for that, here..”you open your arms and allow him to hug you tightly and nuzzle his head on your chest with legs tangled. (cute)

You aced the test!

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ushiwakaout · 4 years ago

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You can’t tell me Ushijimas love affirmation is touch but he hates being touched at random.

THIS BIG GOOF OF A MAN need touch but hates asking for it and hates it as a surprise....

When you had first touched him, it might have been in middle school. You tapped in his shoulder and he jolted just a little, “Sorry, do you have a pencil i can borrow?” He raised a brow at you, “You came to school without a pencil?” You shook your head, “I write with pen but it’s math and i always mess up.... So do you have a pencil?” That was the first of many of your shoulder taps, it went for six months until Ushijima arrived by just setting a pencil on your desk before you walked in.

At the last year you had become really close friends and shared love for volleyball (although you only watched him play). It was around the time he was supposed to get out of practice that you heard a small commotion of boys outside the gym gathering around. No more than three boys who where in your class, surrounding Ushijima, calling him a left handed freak. You thought it was strange, “Hey! Leave him alone five-head!” You chucked your backpack at the boy who verbally attacked your best friend. “Just because he uses his left hand doesn’t mean hes a freak. You’re the freak because i caught you eating your buggers during lunch you fucktard!” The two boys beside the bully began to giggle like school girls, before he stomped away.

You heard a faint laugh coming from ushijima, which was very rare. “What’s a fucktard?” He asked curiously, which made you burst into a fit of laughter. You’ve never heard him swear before either. “I don’t know, it’s just the first thing that popped in my head... Let’s go home, i’m hungry.” That was the first time you held hands with Ushijima. 5:30 pm on a spring afternoon

In highschool you got more touchy. Platonically holding his hand or jumping on his back with the intention of surprising him but Tendo always gave it away with his eyes.

The ushijima fan club hated you. Tried keeping you away from him until their leader faced you one day during lunch. “Can’t you see that he clearly doesn’t want you? Why are you always trying so hard? He hates physical touch and yet here you are smothering your hands all over him! Don’t you get it, he’s never gonna date you and he doesn’t love you.” It was a little surprising to hear those words. “I don’t want to date Ushijima.” You told the girl, she gave you a rude confused look. “He isn’t looking for a relationship, he’s so focused of being the best volleyball player he can be... So why would i want to ruin that for him. If you didn’t know that, than you shouldn’t even be the fan club leader. Wakatoshi-kun is my best friend... i know he loves me. He would have told me otherwise... He’s too blunt to have kept me around for so long. Now if you’ll excuse me, I id like to eat my lunch, with my friends.” Little did you know that a few doors down, hiding away from you, Ushijima and Tendo where on their way to find you.

It was Autum at 1:10 pm when Ushijima had slowly come to realize that maybe what he felt for you was more than a friendship.

The day he lost to Karasuno, something had just been off about him. He sat alone with his thoughts. Tendo was no where around and his dorm was empty. A knock came to his done and he sighed, Tendo must have forgotten his keys again. To his surprise red hair didn’t face his eyesight but the white wall of the hall, until he looked down and you peered up at him. “Tendo sent me.” Of course he did. You blushed him aside and made him sit back down on his bed before shoving a goodie bag into his hands. “Eat.” You told him. He thought he was a man of few words. “Have you eaten?” He asked you, opening up the goodie bag. You nodded and sat beside him. He took out the black bowl container and looked inside, “This is-”

“Hayashi rice... I made it from scratch. You mentioned it a few years back while having dinner with my family. I hope it’s still you favorite.”

He rose a brow, a few years back. The last time he ate with your parents was 10 years ago. How did you remember such a small detail? “It is...Thank you.” You smiled at him. “Of course Toshi.” You watched his eyes twinkle when he took the first bite, since the game you knew he was a little off. Your hand rested on his shoulder and replaced it with your head. “Are you okay?” You asked him. He cleared his throat, “I’m alright... What about you?” His question was hesitant, as if he wasn’t about to ask but asked anyways. “I’m alright if you’re alright. But you do know I know you better than you know yourself right?” You tilded your head an examinares his face, “Unclench your jaw-” You had skimmed under his chin, cupping his perfect bone structure, “-and relax... You don’t need to be so tense. You’re not in front of the team right now, you’re in front of me.” Ushijima didn’t understand what you meant, did you believe you weren’t apart of his team? Of course you are. You’re the sole purpose this team has been kept together so perfectly , Shiratowizawas perfect, smart, incredible manager.

“Earth to Toshi? Where’s you’re head at big guy?” You gave him a small smile. He could clearly tell you where worried. “I’m alright y/n, you don’t need to worry about me.” You scoffed, “Bull. I’m always going to worry about you, even if we get old and wrinkly.” Ushijima let out a dry chuckle. “You think we’ll still be in touch by then?” He asked. He could feel your hand tense under his chin as you gave him a smile but this time, the look in your eyes was sad. “I hope so. You’re my best friend, i wouldn’t want it any other way Tosh.” He smiled back at you, “I wouldn’t want it any other way either.”

“Good, now tell me what’s on your mind.”

That night, when Ushijima spilled his emotions to you- You could feel your heart race just a little faster than it usually would and when he walked you back to your dorm and patted your head the way he usually would, you couldn’t look him in the eyes because i’d give away how utterly and endlessly in love you where with your best friend.

When graduation came along, tendo had snapped a picture of you and Wakatoshi together, the way he looked down at you as you looked at the camera with desploma in hand, excited to move in with your life. His hand was on the small of your back, something he got used to doing through the years, while your small hand tried reaching to his hip.

The small touch meant a lot to him. You where the first person in his life to accept his bluntness, to accept him for who he really was and we will forever be greatful for you.

When catching up with the former shiratowizawa team, much to their surprise you and ushijima where still not together, romantically that is, but the two of you lived in the same apartment, together... alone.... with no one to bother you. Semi nudge your waist, “So no progress been made?” He asked in a teasing manner. You wacked him with your table napkin. “Keep it down, no one needs to know.” Semi chuckled, “Trust me Y/n everyone knows but Ushijima.” You looked around at the team, they all nodded and agreed, luckly Tendo had taken Ushijima out for a private talk outside. You rolled your eyes and groaned. “Really? Is it that obvious?” They all nodded as Semi laughed at your dipair.

Once Ushijima and Tendo came back from catching up, the new wing spiker for Adlers could tell that you didn’t make eye contact with him through the whole night and the walk home was probably more awkward than ever before. “Goodnight...” You muttered, removing your shoes at the front door and rushing to your room, leaving Ushijima without a word. He raised a brow and slowly made his way to your room but a small sniffle stopped him from turning the door handle. How long had it been since you’ve been since he’s seen you cry. To be exact it was probably when you where kids... but that memory was fresh in his mind because he never liked the sight of seeing you cry. It made him feel... useless.

His hand hovered over the doorknob, contemplating if he should open the door and hold you, or give you some space. Ushijima shoved his hand back into his pocket, he wouldn’t intrude into your privacy like that. But through the night, Ushijima tossed and turned. Why have you been crying? Why didn’t you come in and ask him to give you a hug the way you did back in highschool. He turned one more time before rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the edge, maybe a drink of water could help. He looked at his phone.

2:00 am

He sighed and placed it face down again on his desk before swinging his door open.

The harsh swing of the door scared you as your hand was ready to knock on the wood. He looked down at you and noticed the red discoloration that hid under your eyes while some moonlight shined on you through the window that sat on the end of the hall. Your eyes where wide and shock but your body turned around, and back into your room. Ushijima has never seen you move so quick before. “Y/n.” He called, putting his foot in between the door and the door frame. Even if you moved your fastest, ushijima was always two steps behind ready to catch up. You sighed and looked down at your feet before letting go of the door. “Sorry... you scared me.”

He scared you? That was new.

He looked down at your fingers, which twisted and twirled between each other. “Why are you awake?” You asked him. “I couldn’t sleep.” He answered truthfully. “Oh... yeah- um, me either.”

“Why where you crying?” Ushijima was as blunt as ever, which made you nerveous. “I wasn’t crying, w-who told you I was crying?” You where terrible at lying.

Ushijimas hand cupped your cheek as his thumb carressed so closely to your lower lashes. “You’re eyes are swollen, you’re more is pink... You’re voice is a little groggy... You may know me better than I know myself but i have a few tricks up my sleeve as well.”

“I’m fine Wakatoshi-” To mentally scolded yourself, calling him by his full name was such a dead giveaway. “You only call me Wakatoshi or Ushijima when i’ve done something wrong.... Have i done something wrong?”

You sighed... Maybe tonight would be the night. “No. You haven’t done anything- that, that’s actually the problem.” Ushijima rose a brow. “I don’t quite understand...” Hs stated, of course he didn’t. As much as he was blunt, you had to be blunt back or it would get through that giant head of his. “Toshi- can we do this tomorrow- please.”

“No.”

“I-”

“I’d like to know what you mean, y/n.”

You’re full name... How it sounded so good coming out of his lips instead of others. You sighed and looked down at your feed before fiddling with your fingers.

“idontknowwhenitstartedbutithinkitstartedinhighschoolbutitdoesntreallymatterbecause.... iminlovewithyou.”

Ushijima grabbed cupped your chin and lifted your head, “Look me in the eyes-” you where quick to follow his command, “-and say to me again.” You couldn’t tell of it was the tears brimming in your eyes or a blush slowly crept on Ushijimas cheeks. “Tell me you love me again.” Both hands cupped your face as you have him a light laugh, causing tears to roll down your face. “I’m in love with you...” Ushijima gave you a soft smile when you kissed the palm of his hand. “I am so, endlessly, hopelessly, in love with you.” You repeated looking him in the eyes. “And i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

This is something Ushijima thought he’d never get to experience. Being a hopeless romantic, and for his best friend none the less. You raised yourself on the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him down for a kiss that had been long awaited.

The next morning, when the sun shined through the curtains of your room- you could feel the soft cool breeze that came through the open window you forgot to close. You clenched your hand lightly against soft skin that you could already recognize. Ushijima laid beside you in deep sleep, a white sheet barely covering what kept you so wide awake last night. You snuggled back onto his bare chest and took in his scent, something you had come to not be able to live without.

The way his hands roamed around your body last night was a large progress from the first day you met.

You poked his shoulder, which seemed to be enough to wake him. “Mmm, good morning.” His voice was much deeper than usual, it brought shivers down your spine. “Good morning...” He wrapped his hand around you again and caressed your naked skin as his nose was deep in your hair. “How’d you sleep?” He asked you, his fingers teasing around your waist. “I uh- I slept very well.”

“Tired?” He asked, plating a kiss on the crown of your head before you nodded. “A little...”

“Sore?” You slapped his arm lightly, causing him to let out a laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes...”

“Stop it!” You whined, now hiding under your covers. “You didn’t seem to mind last night sweetheart... I would have slowed down if you did.” You’re blush grew deeper. “You’re so embarrassing.” You whine again, as ushijima pulls the sheet away from your face to pinch your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. He gave you a smile, “Would you want it to me some other way?” You eyes twinkled a little, before muttering, “No... I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

a/n: IM SO FUCKINGNIN LOVE WITH HIMS FUCK FUCK FUCK

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strxnged · 3 years ago

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WHEN IT'S DARK: AKAASHI x GN!READER

genre. angst, hopeful ending, friends-to-lovers, reverse comfort.

warnings. descriptions of depression, a lot of angst and overthinking on the reader's part. some rambling. i think everyone cries at least once. kissing.

word count. 8k

summary. akaashi keiji has been in a downward spiral since bokuto graduated. you scramble to find ways to help him, but everything you do seems to be making things harder. all you want is for him to be happy again. seeing your best friend like this is the hardest thing you've ever gone through. but... maybe there is hope.

Hearing his tone like this wasn’t new to you, but it hurt you anyways. Not that you’d tell him that. Bothering Akaashi about this kind of thing would be futile, since he barely had motivation to attend school or talk to you in the first place.

“I just do it when I’m bored,” Akaashi sighed, fiddling with his pencil. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “As I’ve told you multiple times.”

“I don’t think you should deprecate your ability like that,” you replied. “And I really think it’s a good…” You trailed off, already regretting having brought this up. It would be better if the two of you went back to silence.

“A good what?” he asked, eyebrows raised. He was waiting for you to continue. Well, at least he cared enough for that.

You took a deep breath. “I know you don’t pay attention, but there are posters all over the school. An art contest. It would be a good opportunity…”

Akaashi sighed again. “Y/N, can you let it go?”

You could almost envision his future — moving in with Bokuto, probably, to both save rent and keep an eye on his now graduated senior. Akaashi cared for him, too much sometimes. He had a lot of anxiety and tended to overthink things. This led to good decisions, but also bad days where he was clearly just exhausted. You had noticed that this had actually worsened since Bokuto graduated. You would have thought that being without someone so constantly energetic would make it easier for him to stay calm, but maybe the distance between him and his best friend, the change of habits, the loss of purpose, drove Akaashi to become more withdrawn than he had ever been. You were now lucky to hear a sarcastic comment from him, and half the time you could tell he was daydreaming.

The first month of his third year had been the hardest, of course. It wasn’t like he didn’t have other friends, you being the primary other, but it was clear he felt like he had a piece missing. And seeing him like this made you worry that he might become like how he was all those years ago, a sad, uninterested kid, who was more lost in his thoughts than you. The two of you had evolved together, but Bokuto made an even bigger difference.

You missed Bokuto, too. He had been a big part of your life; he was good at indirectly encouraging you just by showing you a smile or talking about something he loved. He wasn’t the best listener, but he was very caring and had been someone you looked up to a lot.

Akaashi just didn’t seem to care at this point who was in his life or what they thought of him. Sometimes you got the feeling that if you left him, he wouldn’t care. Not that you would ever leave him, despite the common suspicion of a one-sided friendship.

So as more girls found themselves attracted to his ‘brooding’ — which was really just lost in thought that, from what he occasionally shared with you, wasn’t as deep as it might appear — he grew even less trusting, even of you. Akaashi was concerned with everything these days; the weather, dates of month-off exams, the state of the volleyball team he had quit, and so much more. And he didn’t want to talk about any of it.

Akaashi wasn’t a mysterious guy. He just didn’t have anything to share.

You wished you knew how to re-establish that smile in his eyes that had faded so much. You wished you had the same effect on him as Bokuto had had.

Why couldn’t you be like Bokuto?

You glanced at Akaashi’s paper. He had been doing history questions — had been. He had begun to sketch a vine of flowers sprouting off the corner of the page, snaking around the first question of the paper. Facts about a world war were growing over. You didn’t say anything, watching his pencil move. Your dull response earlier to his harsher comment had abandoned the conversation and overtaken the room with silence; regret washed over you once again for bringing that contest up.

It wasn’t as if his art was something to be ashamed of. He was talented — and you didn’t believe in talent. You saw ability as something to be worked towards. But when you saw his drawings, his sketches, as if the last remnants of his self-expression. And it was so expressive — curled vines and flowers and hidden emotions falling onto the paper. Darkness illuminated by the residue of hope. A blank page brought to life.

He was drawing an eye right now, with a leaf in the place of a tear. You didn’t know where he got the ideas for his art, or how he managed to sketch it so effortlessly. It was clear his mind was elsewhere.

Your gaze drifted to his slender fingers gripping the pencil. Maybe you were talking about his hands when you said, “It’s pretty.”

He hummed slightly in response, and stopped drawing. “I should finish my questions.”

“Drawing a bit isn’t bad, you know. It’s good for stress and—”

He frowned at you. “Could you stop?” He picked up his eraser and your heart dropped to the floor as you watched him rub off the eye, the leaf, the beauty that he had created out of thin air.

It was as if you had pulled him back to reality — as if you had somehow reminded him that drawing was pointless, even though your intentions were the opposite. What would be next? Would you make him hate his appearance? His voice? What else was he going to start hiding, now that his humour and smiles were gone?

You knew you were overreacting. But you and Akaashi were similar — you both overthought things, you both had anxiety that increased when the other was upset. And — well, you had used to be able to boost each other’s moods, although that was clearly untrue now.

Your study evening continued, slowly. Akaashi helped you with a bit of your work, and you pointed out a few things to him. He didn’t draw anymore. Studying was — effective, these days. It wasn’t a bad thing that you were actually benefiting from spending time doing schoolwork with him, but it was strange. Because you used to get lost in deep conversations well into the early hours, your homework forgotten when his eyes met yours with curiosity about the world. Curiosity about you. Akaashi was good at asking questions and learning. He was always open to improving himself. He was fun to be around, though in a different way than maybe Bokuto was. Akaashi was naturally good-natured and observant.

He had been a lot of things, and you loved all of them. You knew they were all still a part of him… but all of those elements of him were in hiding. Everything was toned down. Quieter. Less colourful.

You might admit that your friendship with him was bland these days, but it was your fault. It was your fault for not being more like Bokuto, for not being able to bring out the joy that seemed so hidden most of the time now. Things hadn’t always been like this. Even when you met as kids, your connection was stronger than this. But now it was like a zombie of a relationship — there was nothing alive between you. Only a few shared moments, a few shared thoughts, a few shared meals. It was dead. You knew it was.

Things weren’t right. Things were off. But there wasn’t anything you could do but hang on. You had to support him, because if not you, then who would? Bokuto was gone, most of his friends had stopped associating with him, and everyone who now took an interest in him didn’t realize who he was or what he could be. You loved Akaashi — the kind of love, you didn’t worry about, because neither of you needed to worry about that right now — and you would never abandon him. You’d stay by his side through this. You’d help him find the light again.

At least, that had been your plan.

That evening, you found something. It was when Akaashi had gotten up to make you tea — you had volunteered to do it instead, or with him, but he had shut you down. So you stood to stretch, your eyes wandering around his familiar room. You felt strange. He was so grumpy today. Was it because of what you had said about the contest?

You caught the sight of a paper sitting on a book on his bedside table. It was a drawing of a face, eyes with star-like streams of light spilling out — the rest of the face had the light streaming down it, dark shadows around the neck and below the lips. On the bottom right, you could see his signature in dark pencil. Something about it made your chest tighten.

Your mind went back to the contest you had seen advertisements for around the school, the one that you knew Akaashi wanted nothing to do with.

Draw your emotions! it had said. The more creative, the better! Submit by December 6, winners announced December 20!

You knew there had been more details, but you couldn’t remember them. It had been designed with red, yellow, and blue… indicating that they were probably looking for color. So… would this work? It was completely grayscale… but it had a good use of values and it was clear and it was evocative.

You had a week to convince him to submit his work.

He wouldn’t want you to. He didn’t even want you to see it. He treated his art like a private thing. Like it was just a small thing he did that was none of anyone’s business.

But Akaashi treated too much of his life like that now. He was hiding everything.

So if he didn’t want to submit any artwork, then you’d submit it for him.

Akaashi was re-entering the room with a cup of tea in each hand, setting one down for you. You had set down the drawing just in time, assuming the same listless pose you had had when he left. You studied his downcast eyes. Maybe you would never again be the spark that lit them up again… but you had to try. For both your sakes. You knew that would probably be hard on him. He’d probably get mad at you, in his quiet way. But maybe if he won — maybe if he won, he’d see how important his art could be. Maybe he’d see that he shouldn’t hide in the shadows anymore.

-♡-

It wasn’t as if you’d never brought Akaashi’s art up to him before. You had mentioned it several times, including the study session last night. However, now you had a goal. You weren’t just bothering him about his habit because it intrigued you — you wanted to convince him of something.

Part of you hated this sense of “duty.” It’s none of your business. Let go of it. He’s fine without your help. He won’t like this.

It was just an art contest. You knew that. You just wanted — to prove something to him. And it wasn’t just a baseless idea. You saw the way his eyes had lit up at his high mark in art the year before, despite all the times he used to smile about the course and say, “It's just so that I have an elective course. Universities like that.”

And of course, you couldn’t picture him taking many of the other electives. He was too anxious to be in the same room as a chainsaw, so being in something like metal work or woodwork would definitely not suit him. And he was already a well-experienced cook, so being stuck in a classroom half-filled with people who didn’t know how to make noodles would be frustrating for him. And although he’d be fantastic in the more academic classes, you and Bokuto had convinced him that he had to do something hands-on. He had mentioned that volleyball fit that concept, but you knew and somehow Bokuto knew that volleyball was more of a stressor than a reliever for him.

Akaashi was capable of making his own decisions, but he valued input. At least, he had used to. Before this year. Before he shut down.

You had only a few months left with him. Spring would come, he’d graduate, probably go off to something he wasn’t completely interested in… leaving you.

There were so many reasons that you were doing what you were doing. A longing to see him happy again. A hope that he would stop diminishing his skills. Out of regret, that you hadn’t done anything for him yet. Out of love; an unknown kind.

It was Saturday, so although many times in years before he’d never decline hanging out with you, it was difficult to come up with an excuse now. Because he never did seem interested. He wouldn’t decline, he was too polite for that, but you always somehow felt like you were somehow invading. Even when it was his idea for the two of you to hang out, you felt like you were invading.

You tried not to take it personally. But you couldn’t help but wonder whether it was, sometimes. You were the only person he wouldn’t obviously avoid, but you couldn’t help but wonder whether he wanted to.

You called him, already grimacing at the tone you knew he would have. Your eyes drifted out the window as you heard him pick up.

“What is it?” Not angry. Just… uninterested.

“Can I come over? I want to talk about something.”

“Couldn’t you have done it last night?”

You paused. Well, you had talked about it last night. And you had been shut down.

“I’ll be there in fifteen, okay?”

“... Okay. You’re not going to tell me what this is about? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” Oh, how ironic that he should be the one to ask if everything was okay.

On the way over, you remembered every time that you’d try to ask him if he was okay. Every time you’d hinted that maybe he should get help, that you’d quietly reminded him that you were there for him.

Always, a cold response. “I know.” “I’m fine.” “Don’t worry about me.”

You’d reminded him that you’d always worry about him. That was what you had to do, as his best friend. But no response had come but a feeble nod.

Akaashi opened the door, the borderline of a scowl on his face. “Did you leave something here?”

It was true that you had decided against taking his drawing of the face last night, and that you might not get another chance now. If you brought this contest up again and he got mad in his sulky way, he might hide it all. You couldn’t risk it.

“Now that you mention it,” you said. “I think I left a pencil here. I’ll grab it, and then I’ll tell you about what I was thinking about.” You mentally crossed his fingers that he wouldn’t volunteer to grab it for you.

“Be fast. I’ll make some tea, I guess.”

You nodded. You saw the hesitation in his averted eyes — he probably had had no intention of inviting you in. He was probably cursing his polite habits as you shed your shoes and ran to his room, eyes searching for the drawing.

It was still there, on his bedside table. But as you approached it, you realized that he had made a few changes to it. He’d changed the face and eye shapes a little, darkened the shadows, added more contrast overall. So he was still working on it — it wasn’t finished — so, you couldn’t take it, now. And this meant that he hadn’t quit art as you had worried he might after your conversation last night.

Despite now knowing that it might not be complete, you picked it up and admired the details a minute longer before gently pushing it into your shoulder bag. It was almost too big; you cringed as it bent slightly at the end. After adjusting it so that it wasn’t in such a position, you closed your bag and hurried back to Akaashi, who was setting a cup out for each of you.

Akaashi always made you the same kind of tea. You had mentioned that you liked it several years ago, and he never stopped making it for you. Even though it was from a place several hours away. Even though your preferences had somewhat changed, not that you’d tell him that.

“So,” you said, sitting across from him. “It’s about your art.”

Any interest Akaashi’d had in what you wanted to say was now disappearing, fast. He peered into his mug. “I see.”

“You’re smart,” you continued, raising your voice a little in hopes that he was still listening. “You’re the smartest person I know. You could do well in any area that you choose to go into. I know you’re more interested in literature than the sciences, so I don’t know why you keep pushing yourself in chemistry and biology. You’re so smart, but I think you need to know how to follow your heart.”

“My heart? Really, Y/N?”

“What do you want Akaashi? What are you interested in?”

Akaashi’s eyes cut into yours. He sipped his tea, and after swallowing, stared at you for a few seconds. “At this point,” he said softly, “I don’t know or care.”

“Then let me help you figure it out. Please.”

He didn’t respond. Conversations with Akaashi hadn’t been this personal for months, and it showed.

“You love art. You don’t admit it, but as much as you can do all the other things, you find so much joy in creating. You love art, Akaashi.”

“So can’t we leave it as something I love?” In his own way, it was clear that he was properly pissed off. “And not something else I’m ‘good at’ and should ‘continue on with’?”

“So you do love it.” You were tempted to pull the paper out of your bag and slam it on the table in front of him. And make him see.

“Not enough.”

“Or too much.”

Akaashi took a deep breath. From his narrowed eyes and tight lips, you could tell you were pushing him to the edge. To the edge of what, you didn’t know. Maybe this would be a win.

Or maybe this would be the biggest loss of all.

You knew it was dramatic to believe that Akaashi would throw away his only friend over a little argument, but at this point it didn’t seem too far off. Your relationship had been weak for long enough now that part of you doubted things would ever go back to normal. Maybe this was it. Maybe this would be it.

“Let go of it,” he said. “I don’t need you to try to live my life for me or make my decisions.”

You lowered your eyes to your cup of tea.

“Okay?”

You sighed. “Okay.”

So, neither. He wasn’t anywhere close to letting you win, but he wouldn’t let himself win, either, you realized.

The bag around your shoulder felt heavy as you left, even though all you had taken was an extra piece of paper. He’d notice it was gone. He’d blame you. But it was too late to put it back.

So it was your actions, not your words, that would be the executioner of your friendship with Akaashi Keiji.

-♡-

You weren’t surprised that he had noticed the piece was gone from his room. After all, it had been in a very obvious place in his room, and there wasn’t really anywhere it could have fallen. It wasn’t as if he could have lost it very easily. Akaashi didn’t lose things. Or if he did, he never told you. Akaashi insisted on doing everything on his own, a true self-destructing machine.

He didn’t say anything about the missing art, because he didn’t say anything at all.

He wasn’t going to run away from you. That wasn’t like him. And he wouldn’t tell you why he was acting like this, either. Not that you didn’t already know. So instead, he just continued on with school. The only difference was that you had been added to his list of people to ignore.

Meaning that he spoke to no one.

Meaning that he was, now, entirely alone.

The worst part was, it didn’t even seem like he was mad at you.

Akaashi wouldn’t blame anyone for mistakes unless he had no other choice. He would always put it on himself — saying things like “I should have told you,” “it’s my fault for not doing it myself,” and that kind of thing — and so, since he didn’t have all the evidence, he wouldn’t blame you.

You realized with a pang after Monday that you had no idea what that piece meant to him. You had seen it as a pretty picture that deserved recognition, but what if it did have that emotional value to him? What if it was his therapy right now? An outlet — a break — not something to be exhibited — and you had taken that away from him.

For a horrible hour late that night, throwing the covers and sitting up with the piece in your hands, you knew you had to give it back to him. This was your fault, but he was blaming himself. He was suffering at your hand. Maybe he’d hate you. In fact — you knew he would hate you. But it was the right thing to do.

However, you woke up that morning with a renewed sense of cowardice and pride. It was clear that he’d hate you either way… so what if you didn’t tell him? What if you… submitted it for him… and…

If he lost, he’d never find out, if you could help it. But somehow, you knew he wouldn’t lose. This piece was too significant.

You found the piece again, internally cursing yourself for allowing a bend to form along the center. But — it was still perfect. It was beautiful.

You knew there were many art-inclined students at your school that had probably worked very hard on some pieces. But something about this piece was so intricate but simultaneously raw, as if drawn and re-sculpted from a photograph. The curve of the chin looked like home. The hair was smoother than your own. The eyes — the empty eyes full of light — made you believe maybe there really was some hope left in Akaashi.

So you’d submit it. And then… for almost two weeks, you’d wait.

Did this mean that you’d have to lie to him every day until then? Partially. Was it right? It was debatable. But you had very few options. You had no one to talk to, and he had no one to talk to. Without each other, you realized, the both of you were utterly alone and helpless.

It was the worst feeling. It was almost as bad as being with an Akaashi that wasn’t himself, an Akaashi that wore a face that conveyed an inkling of his emotions. Or perhaps the opposite. Either way — neither was pleasant, and you didn’t want either of them to be your life. But it seemed like they were your only choices, both inevitable to be a part of your life for at least a few more months.

As you finished filling out the form in his name and submitting the photograph of the piece, you could feel anticipation overtake you. You had experienced something similar not too long ago while working on scholarship forms, but this felt just as personal, even though it wasn’t even your art. You weren’t an art critic or anything, but you knew that an eight-point-five-by-eleven piece of paper was nothing compared to the paintings some people were probably submitting. You knew that the lack of colour might not be eye-catching, and the concept of a face wasn’t overly original.

But it was the raw emotion. It was the evidence of an internal battle that made you want to run to Akaashi and tell him to hold onto that light.

So, with the piece submitted, you were even more conflicted. Because there was no taking it back now. There would be no giving it back to him — unless you wanted to find yourself in the position of lying about why you had it. You weren’t an awful liar, but when it came to Akaashi Keiji it became entirely too difficult to mask anything.

Maybe you shouldn’t talk to Akaashi either. Maybe you should stop trying until the results came back.

The contest, you knew, was meant to be for learning. It was for your high school. The winning prize wasn’t even that large. Actually, at this point, you couldn’t remember what the prize was. You were becoming more and more consumed with the idea of his piece winning. The idea that all the competitors were probably keeping in mind, that this was meant to be a learning experience, was lost on you. All you could think about was how Akaashi winning would prove that he had so much left. So much he could do.

There were so many things winning would prove to him.

In the meantime, things with Akaashi did not improve. It was the middle of the week now, and if it hadn't been for your poor decision on Saturday maybe he'd still be willing to talk to you. Maybe you'd have still had a chance to talk him into the art contest.

But it was too late for that now.

Your life felt like a repetitive series of ‘too late’s. Would you ever get a ‘too early’? Or finally get a ‘just right’?

If only you had known how Bokuto's absence would affect Akaashi. If only you had convinced him to trust you from the beginning of the year. If only you hadn't been too late to tell him he was talented at art. If only you had been there for Akaashi before he'd fallen so far that you couldn't help him.

It hurt, every day, to witness your dead friendship drawing on like a zombie. It hurt knowing that it was dead because you were too late.

Something had to change. You had to talk to him differently — come up with something. Maybe it shouldn't be you anymore. Maybe you should encourage one of the many girls who took an interest in him to pursue him, so that he could have someone to talk to that wasn't you. If he could learn to trust someone again…

But, no. That was unthinkable. Akaashi had never had a girlfriend, and it remained an unwelcome idea in your head. Was it jealousy? You weren't sure. You only knew that the idea of not being Akaashi's one and only was very off-putting.

The week ended. Submissions to the art contest closed, and the real game of impatience began.

Days with the even quieter Akaashi went on. Sometimes, when you looked him in the eye you almost thought he knew what you had done. And other days, it was clear he was blaming himself for everything.

This year had been awful ever since Bokuto left. So when he told you he would be coming back for his winter break at the end of this week — on the day the results were supposed to be released — you had a little more hope for both yours and Akaashi’s future.

-♡-

It was the first time you’d seen Akaashi in tears.

Second year of high school. Third-year’s graduation. Bokuto Kotaro’s last day at high school.

You weren’t too far from tears yourself, when the cheery volleyball captain climbed the stage and shook hands with the principal. You weren’t too far from tears when Bokuto made a speech he had been selected to make. You were very, very close to tears when he started reading off the notes Akaashi had written for him, but got distracted by a thought and ended up spending his time talking to the entire school about an instance at a practice involving the managers and the first years. And both you and Akaashi were absolutely sobbing when Bokuto encouraged the whole school to continue to put their soul into every ball, as if they were all players on his volleyball team. As if he’d be back to continue to push them, so he wanted to remind them to keep working hard while he was gone.

After the ceremony, even though you had a lot of time left to spend with him before spring break was over, hugging him felt like the last piece of joy left in your life. He squeezed a little too hard and hugged a little too long, but you’d never, ever complain. Because this was Bokuto Kotaro. And — maybe you would see him again, but it felt like you wouldn’t. It felt like he’d go off and change into someone else, never to return the same guy.

You watched Bokuto hug Akaashi. And Akaashi hugged him back, which was somewhat uncommon. Akaashi smiled at Bokuto and congratulated him, but Bokuto’s first thing to say was,

“Akaashi! Why are you crying?”

You watched this with bittersweet laughter, because Bokuto was also clearly crying. His eyes were red, tears streaming down both cheeks, jaw even trembling. But he asked Akaashi why he was crying.

Bokuto was so hard on both of your hearts. As you mentioned to each other afterwards, you really did feel like parents watching your son finally grow up, despite him being a year older.

No, that wouldn’t be the last time you’d see Bokuto. But it did mean he was moving on. He was leaving the two of you.

At the time, you hadn’t realized how devastating this would be to Akaashi. You knew how much he cared about Bokuto and how much energy he put into being both his vice-captain and his friend. And you knew that going a whole year without Bokuto would be like digging a hole in his life. But — somehow you had anticipated that Akaashi would take this time to find something else to fill that with. You had expected him to regain his energy that he’d been using on Bokuto. You’d even hoped that he’d even go ahead to chase what he wanted like Bokuto was, inspired by his senior.

You hadn’t expected Akaashi to fall back, to quit volleyball, to shut down, to give up everything Bokuto had given him.

You hadn’t expected him to lose himself.

It was December 20th. The day you’d been reimagining in your head every night for two weeks. The day that things would change, finally.

Your math teacher was acting worried about you, for a good reason. Your grades had been slipping remarkably over the last week or so. Even though you felt like you were trying just as hard as ever, it was true that you spent some classes glancing over at Akaashi, wondering whether things really would change. And you did spend a few classes watching him draw. And your mind was elsewhere during classes — imagining a better future.

A contest. A little art contest. It felt like you’d bet your whole future on it.

“Do you need to talk to the counselor?” the teacher asked you, lowering her pencil. “It’s okay if you do. You’re not going to improve if you keep up with whatever’s going on.”

Just one more day, you thought. I’ll do better after this. I’ll have gotten through to him, and he…

You accepted the opportunity, heading to the counselors office. You took out your phone to check your phone for about the seventeenth time today. You refreshed your email a few times, and then sighed and collapsed into a chair. You only intended to stay here to escape the math teacher continuing to tell you you were failing her class.

“Y/N? Do you need to talk?” the counselor said from inside his office.

You knew him, from a few instances last year and the year before. But those were nothing compared to this.

You considered lying, saying that you were just not getting enough sleep. It wasn’t untrue; you had spent several nights lying awake recently. But… you were really tired of keeping in. You could talk to Bokuto tonight or tomorrow. However, as much as you knew he would care and worry, he might not understand, and he really wasn’t the best at listening.

So you shuffled into the counselors office. You didn’t like it much here. The walls were covered in obnoxious quotes and art students had done for him.

“So, what’s going on? Remember, you can say as little or as much as you want.”

You sighed. “I dunno. It’s just… you know my friend? Akaashi?”

He nodded.

“I’m just worried about him, I guess.”

“Have you told him that?”

You paused. “Well… yes? Sort of? I told him I wanted him to get better.”

“Get better?”

“He’s depressed. I think.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, it’s pretty obvious.”

He nodded. “It’s hard to see a friend go through that.”

Thanks for all your help, you thought. Your eyes wandered the walls again as if you were searching for answers, looking through eccentrically colored cats, dark skulls, feeble rainbows. A vine of flowers. A—

A vine of flowers.

You stood up and stepped towards the wall. Part of it was covered by a fresher piece of artwork, but it was undoubtedly his hand. Even the same pencil. This couldn’t have been from very long ago.

“Does he come in here?”

“He does. He draws.”

“Oh.”

You paused to look at it a little longer. Flowers climbing out of the lines of the paper. Life.

You slowly sat down again, feeling your knees begin to shake and a sob rise in your throat.

Drawing wasn’t a hobby or a habit for him. It was his last expression. His last hope. He needed it to survive. He—

It was all so clear now. You shouldn’t have interfered. You shouldn’t have touched his art. He would never trust you again, or if he would, it would remain bruised. He’d already needed an escape from you, even if it was small, and now you were invading even that.

You really hadn’t known what that sketch had meant to him.

Was it too late to take it out of the contest?

After you recovered somewhat, thanking the counselor for letting you sit in there for a bit, you started walking back to the math classroom. You hoped that it wouldn’t be too obvious that you’d been crying. You’d figure this out. At least — you thought you would. Until you opened your email out of habit and saw the contest results.

-♡-

Bokuto was supposed to come this evening. You were all supposed to meet at last year’s favourite hangout spot, one park a few blocks from the school. You were supposed to be happy to see him.

You still hadn’t told Akaashi about the contest, of course. You were going to wait until you found a good way to tell him. You told yourself that this would be within the next few days, although part of you knew it would be put off as long as possible.

Which was coming back to bite you tonight.

You almost didn’t want to go. You didn’t know whether you could face Bokuto, who barely knew what Akaashi was going through, and you knew you couldn’t face Akaashi because of the secret you were holding back. But — you had hoped that your best friend seeing Bokuto again would help him get back on track. Whatever track that may be. You’d be there to help him with that, too.

The question was whether he’d want you there.

Bokuto was already at the park, and when he looked up to see you, his face lit up. He was the same as ever, greeting you with a big hug and a big grin and asking you how your last year of high school was going. You told him some general opinions about how it had been going — more pressure, more work, and missing him, of course. He started to talk about how he was getting to meet lots of very talented people and he was learning a lot and the highlight was of course that he was having fun, but he really missed you and Akaaashi—

Akaashi showed up. He didn’t look overly excited, as you might have hoped he would’ve been. But he still smiled at Bokuto, and then made a comment about Bokuto not remembering to wear a jacket.

“It’s not that cold, Akaashi!” he said, and then gave him a hug which Akaashi half-reciprocated. You watched. You couldn’t help but study your friend’s expressions, looking for signs of real joy in seeing Bokuto again. So far, his narrow eyes were annoyed at the minimum.

“I missed you!” Bokuto was saying, and you started to zone out, watching Akaashi. His face was darkening.

You cleared your throat. “Do you guys want hot chocolate or something? I can run over to the cafe while you catch up.”

You didn’t really wait for a response, knowing that Akaashi wouldn’t give you much of an answer and Bokuto would insist on going with you. You didn’t know what Akaashi was feeling right now, but you had an idea that he really needed to talk to Bokuto. They hadn’t been together in person since the summer. And that time had been fleeting.

You noticed with confused annoyance that your nose had begun to run slightly; either a result of the cold, or it was because the idea of Akaashi having an opportunity to talk to Bokuto again made your chest hurt. The cold air hadn’t been that bad, but when you stepped into the small cafe, you could feel the difference. You took a deep breath, feeling the tension slowly fade now that you weren’t with them.

Why couldn’t things go back to normal?

And why had you expected that they would?

You ordered three drinks, and were careful to keep them balanced in the cup tray as you carried them back across the street towards the park. Bokuto and Akaashi had sat down on a bench; you wondered how cold the surface was. As you approached them, you could see Akaashi’s eyes widen at something Bokuto was saying.

“Congratulations on the what?” Akaashi asked him as you handed Bokuto a drink.

“The contest, of course! Didn’t you see the results?”

You froze as Bokuto smiled at you, taking the cup from you. “Hi Y/N! Thank you.”

“What contest do you mean?” Akaashi shifted his gaze to you. “Y/N, what’s he talking about?”

That tone again.

He knew.

You cleared your throat, averting your eyes from Akaashi. “I don’t know. I’m not sure. Bokuto, what do you mean?”

“The art contest Akaashi entered. The results were posted tonight. My sister saw it and showed me. Did you get your prize already?”

Akaashi paused. “I didn’t… enter an art contest.”

He was looking directly at you.

“Oh, did you forget about it? I saw the picture, the one of Y/N with white coming out their eyes? Dude, I didn’t know you were so good at art!”

You blinked and then turned to look at Akaashi.

It was you?

It had been of you?

“I’m sure you’ll get it sorted out. Hey, how’s the volleyball team going, Akaashi? Did they ever promote you to the captain?” Bokuto raised the hot chocolate to his lips, smiling as he savoured the flavour.

Akaashi didn’t look away from you. It was like he was paralyzed. He was studying you, maybe to figure out whether it had really been you that entered his piece to the art contest two weeks ago after the way you’d pressured him about it. Or maybe he was just too afraid to meet Bokuto’s eyes, trying to figure out how to answer him without disappointing him.

Akaashi had quit the volleyball team this year, right before the summer. He hadn’t told Bokuto. It had been six months since he had left it. He seemed to have grown to hate it, now that Bokuto wasn’t a part of it. He had grown to hate a lot of things. Sometimes you wondered if that included you.

You finally looked away from him, glancing at the cup in your hand you had meant to hand to Akaashi by now. You could still feel his sharp blue eyes on you.

“I quit, Bokuto,” he said softly.

Bokuto quickly lowered the drink, mouth wide open. “You quit what? Being the captain?”

“No, Bokuto. I quit volleyball.”

Bokuto stared at him for a whole minute, while you both shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re not serious,” Bokuto replied finally. “You can’t be. You can’t quit.”

“I did. I just…” Akaashi took a deep breath. “I needed to do other things. It’s been a busy year.”

“You quit volleyball to draw?”

You couldn’t help but notice the way Akaashi flinched at this. You knew Bokuto didn’t mean it in an insulting way. It just — it had obviously never crossed his mind that people could find more joy in art than in volleyball. Although — that wasn’t necessarily the case as far as you knew. There was still a huge chance that Akaashi did still like volleyball, but just couldn’t play anymore.

“When?”

“June.”

“June? Why didn’t you tell me? Akaashi, why’d you quit?”

“I don’t know,” Akaashi said.

You could have sworn you heard the catch of a sob in his voice.

This spot in the park had used to be filled with so many nice memories. Memories of laughter and bonding, and shared feats and trials. Cold drinks and warm drinks. The remnants of sunshine.

Now, the sky was dark with lies and unshared feelings and disappointment in each other and yourselves. It felt as if hope was lost, even if you were with the two people you trusted the most.

-♡-

Bokuto had gone back to his family for the night. The sky had indeed lost most of its light since you had met Bokuto, and you sat on opposite ends of the bench with Akaashi, your more cheerful friend no longer there to try to hold things together. It was obvious that neither of you wanted to leave yet, though. The sky was dark, your drinks were empty, and your hearts were heavy, but you wanted to talk to him, and you knew he wanted to talk to you.

He hadn’t spoken up until now, but you could feel his frustration from the way he held himself, from the way he looked at you. Akaashi wasn’t very expressive, showing only a short range of emotions, so anything out of the ordinary said a great deal.

“You entered my picture into the contest,” he stated, because he knew there was no question.

You didn’t bother to hesitate. “I did. I’m sorry.” You fixed your eyes on the ground. The light of the park lamp a few feet away cast a shadow off of Akaashi onto the snowy ground in front of you.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I thought… I thought you’d see how talented you are. And… I mean, you did get runner up.”

“Are you trying to justify it?”

“No. I’m not. I’m sorry.”

He paused. “It wasn’t even done.”

You looked up at him. “What? It wasn’t?”

Cold laughter echoed out of his chest and he fixed you with steady eyes. “I was going to color it, Y/N.”

“You were?” You covered your mouth. “Oh…”

The energy was strange. You didn’t know whether he was mad. Was he mad? Was he upset? He didn’t sound like it, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. If you said anything wrong right now…

“So… Bokuto said the picture was of me…” You sniffled. You were hoping that you weren’t wrong.

“Of course it was. You…” He shook his head, as if deciding against continuing.

“What were you going to say?”

“It’s… not important.”

You grimaced at him. “You’ve been saying that a lot.”

Akaashi’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “No, I haven’t. I don’t remember saying that at all.”

“Not out loud. But you say it to yourself every day.”

He didn’t respond, and you knew you were right.

“You have to talk to me,” you continued, tilting your head at him. “You can’t let art be your only source of therapy. Although… I realized earlier today that it was an outlet for you. I don’t know why I didn’t understand that before. I’m so sorry for putting your art out there like that when you didn’t want it to be. I’m sorry, Keiji. Please forgive me.”

The quiet of the night filled your ears for a few seconds, and then Akaashi leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. His hair fell over his face and you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, but you could still… you could still sit near him.

You pushed yourself down the bench, settling right next to him. And after a terrible minute of not knowing whether you should, you lifted your arm over his shoulders and whispered, “I’m right here.”

He was cold. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought he was shivering, not sobbing. His back was cold, and when you reached for his hand, his fingers were ice.

But they tightened around yours.

He cried silently. He seemed to be trying his hardest to hide it, even though it was past that. He didn’t look up at you again until he had calmed his breathing.

His eyes were red, and his lips were trembling. You didn’t know why he hid it; he looked just as perfect as ever like this. You were just glad that he was willing to show it. After all this time, he was finally willing to show it.

“I’m sorry I keep disappointing you,” he murmured. He seemed too ashamed of himself to maintain eye contact with you.

Your mouth fell open. Disappointing you? “You’re not. You haven’t. Not once. I’m just so worried about you and I know I’m not helping but I wish I could—”

“Then why does it feel like I am?” His voice broke, and he turned his face away. “I’m… I keep failing every day. Every day I hurt you a little more. I don’t care at the time — because I always think…” He trailed off, looking at you. He didn’t seem to know whether to continue. But you nodded, and he did. “I always think that… well, you’re going to leave me. It’s only a matter of time before my rashness scares you away. You don’t like seeing me like this. You said so yourself. So eventually, you won’t want to.”

You wanted to argue with all of this, but you could tell there was more.

“I hate showing my feelings, Y/N. I can’t do this very easily. I don’t know how you do it.”

You smiled slightly. Because I have no control, you thought. The opposite of you.

“So instead I save it for when I’m alone,” he whispered. “When it’s dark. When the paper in front of me is the only thing that can judge me. I feel everything all at once, and then it’s gone. And I’m numb again. Because it hurts too much that I can’t…”

“Keiji.” You didn’t use his first name very often, but this was important. He locked shining eyes with you. “It’s because you’re forcing yourself to be alone that it hurts so much. It’s because you’re not letting me be with you when you need me to be. You always push it back around me. Why?”

“Because it’s a weakness. I can’t get anything done when I’m messed up. So I leave it for the times when I’m not busy.”

“You can’t keep distracting yourself.”

“No. I can’t.”

You both went quiet again.

“I’m sorry I never—”

You cut him off. “Don’t even start apologizing to me again. You’re perfect, Akaashi. You’re everything. You never stopped being everything. I know things are bad right now. I don’t know why, and I know you don’t know why either. So—” You tried to hold your own tears back, sniffling. “—can’t we face it together?”

Akaashi looked ahead into the darkness. It was still the park, but somehow at night it felt overwhelmingly unknown. “What does it mean to face it together?”

“It means…” You paused, also looking forward. “It means we hold on to each other. I won’t leave you no matter what. And you’ll stop being afraid of it. Or at least… face the fear, whatever that means to you. And I won’t go anywhere.”

His fingers, still intertwined with yours, secured.

“Okay.”

-♡-

Your goal now would be to give him back his drawing. You had all winter break to figure things out, but you didn’t have the patience. You wanted to look at it again, maybe even ask him why he drew you, if that was true. And what it meant. If you’d been able to explain what it meant to face things together, then surely he’d be able to explain what his piece meant.

Because you’d submitted his unfinished sketch to an art contest with ‘emotions’ as a theme without even knowing what his piece meant to him.

The piece deserved to win. But the submitter did not. Maybe runner-up had been a good balance.

You found that even when you got the piece out again, it felt wrong to look at it. Instead, you carefully put it in your bag to take to him, hoping he’d explain it to you. You’d already talked about the contest, and he’d said that he’d wanted to retract it from them as soon as possible. He said that maybe if he got a chance to finish it he may resubmit it for something else but it felt wrong to him to have it seen right now.

You understood that now. If only you had known, though. If only you had been able to make a better, simpler decision, rather than overthinking it so much that you’d convinced yourself a contest would help him. A contest, while you were right here in front of him.

Akaashi hadn’t changed overnight or anything. He was still acting closed-off. He still didn’t want to look you in the eye for a lot of the time. But it was clear that he was trying to change for you. You couldn’t tell whether this was a good change; not because you didn’t want the old Akaashi back, but because seeing him force himself this much was painful.

“It’s you,” he explained, holding his drawing gently as if he really did see it as you. “At Bokuto’s graduation in March.”

You paused to look at it yourself. “And the white bit falling out the eyes? It looks like tears of light.”

“It was going to be colors. Blue, and purple. And flowers. But I never got to color it.” He led you inside his house, saying something about tea.

You followed, asking him more. “Why? I mean, why the tears of blue and flowers?”

“Because… when I think back to that day, we really were a reflection of each other. We’re so similar, Y/N. At the time, we were both in tears. We both knew things would be different without Bokuto. I see myself in you.”

“And the flowers?”

“I just thought it would be nice. It’s not like I was going to have anyone else see it. I… those flowers…. whenever I’m drawing those flowers, Y/N, I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about how you’re the only nice thing left in my life, and how I have to keep reminders of you everywhere in case I forget.”

Akaashi had really been trying his hardest all this time. He might not look like it most of the time, but he was really, really trying so hard to hold onto the tiniest bit of beauty that he could see. Flowers. You.

“Wow,” you said. “I thought it looked cool. Like… laser eyes.” You laughed slightly. “I didn’t know you were such a deep thinker, Keiji. Must be all the poetry books.”

“You noticed my poetry books?”

“Of course I did. I never stopped paying attention to you, Keiji.” You couldn’t help but notice that he smiled a little every time you used his name. “Keiji,” you repeated, just see it one more time.

“Yes?”

“Your smile is stunning.”

He smiled again, covering it with his hand until it faded.

“I mean it. I wish you knew how beautiful you were to me. You said I was the last nice thing in your life? But that’s what you are to me…”

You trailed off, noticing the way he was looking at you.

Like he knew something you didn’t.

Like he thought you knew something he didn’t.

An unspoken understanding of utter uncertainty.

His eyes drifted to your lips, and back into your eyes again. He looked at you like this when you spoke to him about something important. But you weren’t talking at all.

He lifted his hand. You had been expecting his fingers to be cold like they had been last night, but they were warm against your chin. He brushed his thumb against your lips and your eyes fell closed. You didn’t know what he was doing — you didn’t think he did, either. And then you were sure he knew what he was doing, because he was doing it so well.

Kissing you.

His lips were warm, too, and soft. Softer than you’d imagined. Perfect.

Somehow, everything suddenly made sense.

The way you’d been so hesitant to touch him, afraid he’d somehow burn you the way he was igniting you now. The way you found him so beautiful, even when he was upset or empty or crying. The way his happiness was something you sought more than your own. The relentless drive you had to make him feel okay.

His lips against yours like a dream. Fingers ever-so delicately tilting your jaw towards him. And then — his eyes, blue like the flower tears he’d explained. The smile in them. The irreplaceable, invaluable smile. Everything you’d been hoping for.

He dropped his hand too soon, turning towards the kitchen.

“What kind of tea would you like to drink?”

The question hung in the air as you tried to regain your wits. Your mind was blaring his name in bold and lights, over and over again. Finally, you replied.

“Same as you.”

AN. thank you so much for reading !! this fic means a lot to me, and i'm wondering whether you caught the meaning of the ending or not. it's okay if you weren't paying attention the first time, go ahead and reread the fic :)/j

if you enjoyed at all, please do let me know or reblog. it means the world.

(yes, this was - sort of - a repost. i initially posted this story as a series but honestly i really don't like even reading series which is why i decided to do this.)

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tsumusamu · 4 years ago

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nice receive [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff and (once again, a sad attempt at) humor

word count: 3.8k

summary: eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don't go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it's easy to see why.

warnings: uhhh implied sexual content at the end but it is like barely there ok

commission for @ muppetz (it wont let me tag for some reason ugh) thank you so much for commissioning me!

a/n: this ended up being way longer than the word count requested but that’s no one’s fault but my own because i dont know when to shut the FUCK up anyways i hope this one shot is enjoyable lol

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You literally never thought that you would ever end up in this situation.

"C'mon babe, why the long face? Ya nervous or somethin'?"

"No." You purse your lips, huffily averting your gaze from your boyfriend's smirking face.

"Ya don't needa be like that." Atsumu drapes an arm across your shoulder, pecking your forehead as a sort of reassurance. "No one could ever hate this cute face, after all." He accentuates his words by squishing your cheeks, drawing out a yelp of protest from you.

"If you keep talking like this, you're gonna jinx it, you know." Your words come out softer and more hesitant than intended, and you startled even yourself at how utterly anxious you sound.

"Yer gonna be fine. Trust me, I wouldn’t take just any random girl to meet my folks, and they’re well aware of that." Atsumu ruffles your hair.

"I just... I hope they're not..." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right word. "...Disappointed?" You grimace when your boyfriend suddenly throws his head back in such voracious laughter, that you swear you saw a few hysterical tears.

"Are ya jokin'?" he all but wheezes. "Yer the libero for the national volleyball team, for God's sake. If anythin', I'd be the disappointment here."

"'Tsumu — " you start, but he interrupts you by pulling you in for a comforting hug.

"Don't worry yer pretty head anymore, got it?" he murmurs into your ear. "Yer wonderful, and I couldn't be luckier to have ya. My parents are gonna love ya. Honest."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you reach around his back to hug him back. "I hope so."

A year ago, if someone had told you that you would end up having Miya Atsumu introduce you to his family as his girlfriend, you would've laughed until your ass fell off and your stomach ached like no tomorrow.

You had been absolutely overjoyed when you were chosen for the women's national volleyball team, and you were so eager to start playing with your new teammates that you had decided to attend the national team's training camp without hesitation despite your recent knee injury at the time. However, you completely overlooked the fact that you would be working with the men's team as well, which would've been completely fine... if not for Miya Atsumu.

When you first met Atsumu, he was the cocky, annoying little shit of a setter for the Japanese men's national volleyball team, someone who you were stuck training with for the next two weeks.

You still remember the first words he ever spoke to you.

"The hell are ya doin' there, lil libero? If yer not gonna be able to save the easiest ones, then ya might as well sub out."

You also remember the first thought you had about him.

'Prick.'

And the first words you spoke to him.

"Can't you look at this — " You had gestured angrily to the knee brace supporting you. "And take a fucking hint, or what?"

He had sent some unapologetic, biting words right back at you and that marked the beginning of the time you have had the utmost pleasure of knowing Miya Atsumu. The two of you had bickered rather relentlessly (not too unlike literal children, despite the both of you being well into your twenties) throughout the rest of the camp, and by the end, for some unknown reason through some unknown method, he ended up with your number.

He started texting you constantly, and as much as you tried to convince your foolish self that he was just a nuisance, you found yourself responding to his messages like an idiot anyway. Throughout the next few months, you learned that Atsumu was far more than just his overly confident demeanor; he's genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and actually kinda hilarious. And eventually — neither of you quite knew how — the two of you were staring across a table at each other in a fancy restaurant as if daring the other to blink and lose an unspoken game, on a first date that neither of you thought would go as well as it did.

A little over eight months into your happy and committed relationship, Atsumu suggested that the two of you go to his hometown in Hyogo for a weekend to visit his family. You had immediately agreed with his idea, excited to meet his parents and twin brother in person, but now that he's leading you out of your shared hotel room to go do just that, your stomach's knotting uncomfortably.

Atsumu's been nothing but supportive and comforting ever since you started showing that you're nervous to meet his family. He was always happy to provide a never-ending flow of cheesy words and warm hugs, but you're genuinely afraid of embarrassing yourself. You want to impress his family and not have them see you as undeserving of their son, who you truly care for from the bottom of your heart. Atsumu is your first long-term boyfriend, and you would jump off your roof if you managed to mess anything up during the visit to his folks.

The taxi ride to Atsumu's childhood home doesn't do much to soothe your nerves either, with you fiddling with your fingers the entire way through while Atsumu makes small talk with the driver. As the cab pulls up to the address that your boyfriend had provided earlier, you instinctively clench your fists so hard that you think you might bleed.

A look of alarm crosses Atsumu's face as he notices that you're still just as anxious as you were when you left the hotel earlier. He thought that the ride to his parents' house would give you some time to cool down, but that had clearly not been the case. His eyebrows furrow in concern as he reaches over to grab one of your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze.

"Just breathe, darlin'." He runs his thumb over the shallow nail marks embedded in your skin. "If it means anything to ya, my mom's a huge fan of yers. For real. I didn't tell ya this before, but she's especially excited to meet ya. Keeps yappin' to me askin' how I pulled ya." You flush.

"R-Really?" you stammer, wide-eyed.

"Really. Who wouldn't be a fan yers?" Atsumu grins, pecking your nose. "See, ya got nothin' to be worried about. Just chill out and be yerself, 'kay?" You nod, some of the tension releasing from your shoulders as Atsumu leads you out of the cab, hand still clutching yours.

You're feeling a little better now, though your thoughts are still running through your head at the pace of a mile a minute as you watch Atsumu pay the taxi driver and thank him for the ride. Atsumu's mother is my fan? Your ears start to heat up. I hope I can somehow live up to her expectations of me…

“Ma! We’re here!” Atsumu shouts at the top of lungs approximately one second after simultaneously ringing the doorbell and obnoxiously pounding on the door.

“Comin’, comin’, ya brat!” A feminine, yet strong voice hollers in return. You freeze on the spot, your mind going blank once again. It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

The door aggressively swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron and carrying a wooden spatula in her hand. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun away from her face and her eyes, the same chocolate brown as Atsumu’s, are gleaming with annoyance. She briefly glares at Atsumu for his rowdy entrance before her gaze catches onto you, and her entire face lights up with excitement.

“(L/N) (Y/N)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“M-Mrs. Miya,” you stammer out, trying your best to smile but you’re sure it looked more like a wince. “It’s good to m-meet you t-too.”

"Aw, hey now. What happened to my feisty girl? It's not like ya to be so lame.” Atsumu lays his forearm on your head, effectively using you as an armrest. You jerk away, scowling.

“Shut the hell up, asshat,” you snap without thinking. About half a second later, regret slams into your body like a truck. Oh, shit. I just called my boyfriend an asshat in front of his mother. You were about to run off into the streets in utter embarrassment if not for Mrs. Miya letting out a hearty laugh way too similar to her son’s and linking arms with you.

“No need to look so scared, dear. I don’t bite. And it’s good to see that yer willin’ to put this brat in his place.”

“Ma!” Atsumu whines, pouting petulantly.

“Yer really losin’ out with him though, y’know,” Mrs. Miya whispers to you as she leads you into the house by your arm. “I’ve got another son; Atsumu’s twin. Osamu’s quite well-behaved. If yer just likin’ the looks, he would be the better option.” You can tell she’s joking by the merry twinkle in her eyes, but instead of humoring her you end up shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.

“I think Atsumu’s perfectly good for me.” The two of you pause to watch Atsumu practically sprint into the kitchen, and a few moments later there’s an agitated yell as proof that he was on his way to annoy his brother. You smile. “He makes me really happy, Mrs. Miya. You raised him well.”

“Aren’t ya just the sweetest thing?” Mrs. Miya coos at you, pinching your left cheek. “And so pretty too. I swear ya could probably clobber my brat at volleyball as well. You and yer teammate… ah, Miss Amanai? The two of you always caught my eye while I watched yer matches. Make sure ya let her know.”

You blush a little and thank her, making a mental note to tell Kanoka that. She’d probably find it extremely amusing, especially since she was the one who had given Atsumu your number in the first place (which, as you had found out months later, was because he had practically groveled at her feet multiple times. Dumbass.)

“Come meet my husband, (Y/N).” Mrs. Miya leads you into the living room, where an older, balding man with rimmed glasses is quietly flipping through a book. He gives a start upon hearing your entrance, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

“Ah, hello!” Mr. Miya greets you. “I’ve heard a lot about you! From both Atsumu and the missus.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miya.” You nod once in a respectful manner.

“It’s about time that he settled down with a nice girl. Make sure ya keep him in line though, got it, missy?”

“Of course I w — “ you start, but Mrs. Miya is already dragging you towards the kitchen. You smile apologetically at Mr. Miya, and he just laughs and waves.

“Osamu’s makin’ dinner right now. He is such a hardworkin’ and dedicated boy. Both of them are, really,” she rambles. “But Osamu sure can cook a mean meal. He and his twin always used to fight over who’s the better cook. But I betcha Atsumu hasn’t touched the stove since he left for university years ago.”

You debate telling her that Atsumu had made quite a decent meal for the two of you just last week to celebrate your eight-month anniversary (which you hadn’t even known he remembered), but before you can formulate the right words in your head you’re suddenly shoved in the path of an unfamiliar man. Well, not really unfamiliar. He has the same face as the boyfriend who you see every day, after all.

Miya Osamu is (as expected) the literal carbon copy of Atsumu; same strong eyebrows, same hooded eyes, same angular jawline. The only thing that easily sets them apart is his black, ruffled mess of hair in stark contrast with your boyfriend’s bleached blonde.

Mrs. Miya pulls Atsumu away from the two of you, demanding that he help her with some mundane task, leaving you and Osamu by yourselves in the kitchen.

An easy smile graces his lips as he sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Osamu. Honored to finally meet the famous (L/N) (Y/N).” You smile back, gripping his hand firmly and shaking.

“And I’m honored to meet the famous ‘Samu.” At your words, Osamu bursts out laughing.

“Man, I don’t really let a lot of people call me that, y’know? But if yer gonna be part of the family, you could be an exception.”

“F-Family?” You pause, your sudden confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

“Naw, no pressure. Just sayin’.” Osamu casually continues with his task of shaping onigiri. “I can tell he really likes ya.” You raise your eyebrows in curiosity without entirely meaning to. “I mean, we’re twins, it’s like a sixth sense. And also he never shuts up about ya when we text or call.”

“I hope you’re hearing all good things?” you quip jokingly.

“Oh, for sure. If I didn’t know who you were I’d think that he’s talkin’ about the reincarnation of a goddess with the way he talks.”

“Seriously?” You snort, and Osamu just laughs.

“So I’d like to ask ya the favor of continuin’ to take care of him. Guy’s just a huge ass baby. I can obviously see that yer good for him, though. He wouldn’t have stayed for so long if he wasn’t serious.”

The two of you briefly glance at Atsumu helping his mother set the table. They’re currently debating over whether Atsumu should go back to his natural hair color and “Stop makin’ yer hair look like fuckin’ straw!”

“He is a huge ass baby,” you start seriously, causing Osamu to smirk. “But he’s an honest and good person, so I’m not too bothered. I’ll take care of him, promise.”

“Thanks.” Osamu sighs, glancing rather fondly in his brother’s direction. “He’s an asshole, but at least he’s a redeemable asshole. I’m glad he’s finally got someone around to take care of him. Makes us all feel a little more relieved since he’s away from home.”

You suddenly feel warm inside.

Atsumu had been right; you truly didn’t have anything to be afraid of. The Miyas have been nothing but kind and welcoming so far, and they even seem to already have a positive opinion of you.

“Can ya help me carry these to the table?” Osamu holds out a plate of freshly-made onigiri.

“Ah, sure!” you accept hurriedly, taking the plate from him with careful hands. You take slow, calculated steps towards the dining room; the last thing you want is to accidentally drop any of the food.

Atsumu and his parents are already waiting in the dining room, and they all look up at you expectantly as you approach them with the onigiri plate in hand.

“Why, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Miya chirps. “Helpin’ Osamu out! How sweet of ya — “

She’s cut off as disaster strikes.

You trip on your last step to the table, causing a single onigiri to tumble off the plate and towards the floor. Your mouth drops open wide as you practically slam the plate down on the table and in practical slow-motion, watch the onigiri plummet down, down, down —

Then you dive.

You dive towards the floor, in the same manner as you do when you’re digging for a volleyball.

And you catch the rice ball in one hand, laying flat on your stomach. You have a moment of mental celebration; yes, you caught the onigiri! Then you realize that you look like a fucking idiot as you lay face down with one hand extended and clutching a rice ball like it’s your lifeline.

There’s a few seconds of agonizing silence.

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

There’s no way that you could ever show your face in front of Atsumu’s family or even Atsumu himself now; God you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, and over an onigiri too —

“Nice receive!” Atsumu suddenly bellows, clapping his hands boisterously. “(L/N) does it again!”

His brother, who’s standing a few feet behind you with a platter of chicken skewers, pumps his free fist into the air and joins in with a “Hell yeah!”

Mr. Miya starts laughing the same loud Miya laugh that you’ve heard way too many times today, and his sons soon follow suit. Shame is still flooding your body, but now you’re realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation is and you resist the urge to smile at your own stupidity. As soon as Mrs. Miya recovers from her initial surprise, she comes to help you up, and you can tell that she’s doing her best not to laugh as well.

“Are ya okay, dear?” she briefly inspects you for any sign of injury.

“All good here, Mrs. Miya.” You smile, genuinely and comfortably, as Atsumu comes behind you to wrap his arms around you and peck your cheek, still chuckling with a small note of pride. “All good.”

“See?” Atsumu’s smug as hell as the two of you enter the hotel elevator on your way up to your room. Osamu had dropped you off so there would be no need for another cab. “I told ya that they’d fuckin’ love ya.”

“Why’re you rubbing in something like this?” You scoff, dodging when he tries to pull you into a crushing hug.

“Because I was right.” He smirks. You roll your eyes to heaven.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being nervous! I still can’t believe that none of them got upset at me for diving for a rice ball at the dinner table.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Nah, why the hell would they? It was cool. Yer cool, Miss National Team Libero.” He laughs, reaching for you again and this time you let him bring you close to him. “Besides, like I said before, who could ever resist yer pretty lil face?”

“You’re a hopeless asshole.” You sigh, and Atsumu of course just chuckles, his laughter vibrating against your ear as you press yourself into his chest.

“I’m yer hopeless asshole.” He pecks the top of your head. “C’mon, babe. It’s our floor.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you are until the two of you enter your hotel room and you see the large, inviting bed. You practically jump onto it, burying your face into a pillow. “Goodnight…” you mumble sleepily.

“Ya gotta go shower and brush yer teeth first, idiot.” A pillow smacks you in the side of the head, and you leap up with a cry of surprise. “Damn, don’t be so loud, sweetheart. It’s late, y’know. Don’t wanna get a noise complaint like last night.” You turn bright red at the reminder.

“Shut u-up,” you retort. “I told you that we shouldn’t have tried to do it on the balcony.”

“It was fun, though, y’know! An experience. And ya sounded like you were enjoyin’ it, anyway.” He chucks another pillow at you, and you yelp as it nails you in the face. “Now get yer cute ass over here, we’re gonna shower.”

“You can’t make me.” You stubbornly lay back down and close your eyes, and you had peace for all but ten seconds before Atsumu’s plucking you off the bed and settling you into his arms bridal-style. Your eyes shoot open in shock and you flail desperately. “Put me down!”

“No can do. I’m not sleepin’ next to yer stinky self tonight, darlin’.” Atsumu laughs as you scowl.

“The floor’s always open for you,” you snap.

“Aw, yer no fun.” He steals a kiss from you in the blink of an eye; the only evidence of there being contact at all is a tingling feeling on your lips. You feel your heart melt just a little more.

“Fine. After we shower, we go straight to bed. Got it?”

“ And brush our teeth. Yer mornin’ breath is bad enough.” He lets out quite an unpleasant squawk when you smack him lightly in the shoulder. “Alright, sorry, sorry.”

“Is this just your excuse to see me naked?” you tease him as he sets you down on the bathroom counter before immediately removing his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He grins wolfishly at you and shrugs.

“And if it is?” Atsumu’s eyes are zeroed in on the small hickey he had left right below your collarbone last night, which is now visible thanks to the way your shirt had rumpled after he had practically manhandled you into the bathroom.

“Well, I won’t complain.” You follow his gaze down to your neck, before glancing back up to meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’re going to make it worth my time.”

About an hour later, the two of you are lying in bed together, effectively tuckered out and finally ready to sleep. Atsumu’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you like a protective cocoon as you snuggle your face against his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat rocks you towards dreamland, and all the worries from the past day are slipping away.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his chest. He grunts tiredly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

There’s a small silence.

“...Thanks,” you finally say after a beat.

“Huh? For what?” he quips.

“For being patient with me today, even though I was so nervous. And for taking me to meet your family.” You crane your head to look up at him, contentment adorning your features. “I had a good time. I hope they don’t hate the idea of me coming around again sometime.”

Atsumu smiles that familiar smile, the smile filled with affection that others rarely get to see. His eyes are almost half-mooned with joy, his lips are curved up in genuine adoration, and his cheeks are flushed with color. You saw this smile for the first time when he set an incredibly low ball at training camp, earning the awe of everyone in the room, including yourself. Never did you think that you would ever have this expression of pure love aimed at you, nor did you think it would fill you with so much happiness every time you had the blessing of seeing it. He says nothing for a while, suddenly resorting to trailing kisses all over your face. You let him, closing your eyes peacefully as he showers you with his love, ending with one final peck to your nose.

“I'm sure they'd like to have you around again.”

And if Atsumu continues playing his cards right, he thinks there might be a possibility that in the next five or so years, you could truly become part of the family with a glittering ring on your finger.

Only time will tell if that possibility will ever come to fruition, but as you tilt your head up to give him one last kiss on the lips and whisper those three words to him, he knows for sure that he wants to continue building towards that future with you.

“I love you too.” He lets his eyes fall shut as well, before resting his chin atop your head and savoring the warmth of your body against his.

Only time will tell.

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