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liillyliilly · 7 months ago

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Max It Out

semi eita x reader words; 7101 + bonus content bc i love this AU synopsis; Band AU. She's the manager. As it turns out, he wants her as more than just the band manager.

“You gotta amp the bass up,” Semi called out.

You just rolled your eyes at him again. There was only so much more you could ‘amp’ his bass up. You couldn’t fix something that just wasn’t broken.

“I think you gotta fix your play style instead. I can make the bass louder, but then the main guitar line would have to be shrunk. Unless you want fizzing during your set.” You shrugged. He really couldn’t manage this gig without you.

It was hard to believe that earlier that day, you and he sat opposite in the paralegal office. Some civil service job, getting assigned to share an office with Semi Eita.

Arrogant, egotistical, damningly attractive. You wanted to wear his clothes and be his prized possession.

“Pass the stapler.” Your stapler, he had been working here for five months and still hadn’t bought his stapler yet. To be fair, it was a genuinely good stapler that you had shipped in from your aunt who lived in Germany.

You opened the drawer under your desk, grabbed the stapler, and then handed it to Semi under your computer.

He peeked under the computers, smiling at you. “Thanks, sweetie.”

“We aren’t in a work marriage anymore. I divorced you.”

“I never signed the papers darling.”

How could he always do that? Make you smile? It was unfair.

Sure, you always ate lunch together. Sure, he always packed an extra set of tissues when you went to the movies because he knew you cried easily. Sure, he gave you his leather jacket during winter on the walks from the hauling truck to the clubs.

But you had divorced this man weeks ago. Work marriage of course. He was just too clingy for you.

There of course had to be another layer to this dynamic between the two of you. The whole band manager thing.

You were nineteen and completely in love with Konoha Akinori. Which was why Semi invited you to help them with gigging the band out.

You had known of Semi, but only really got to know him in college. His center of gravity was alluring, to say the least. You were friends with Konoha first, attending high school together. Konoha was the one who invited you to your first real college party. Except it wasn’t even really a party.

It was five guys smoking, listening to music, and messing with instruments.

When you enter the apartment, Beach Weather’s “Sex, Drugs, Etc.” was lulling in the background.

Semi was lying back on a beanbag, strumming his bass guitar gently. Two boys in the opposite corner were blowing puffs of smoke into each other’s mouths, between what looked like extremely wet kisses.

“Issei, Hiro, do you have to do that here?” Futakuchi Kenji, a fellow class member of your advertising supplemental class, was faking being sick. He had drumsticks and was hitting an empty container of fried chicken.

“You can join in whenever you want Jiji.” The pink-haired one smiled, using his head to motion Futakuchi to join them on the sofa.

“Issei’s breath reeks of mango.”

The one with short cropped black hair, wearing a One Piece shirt spoke up, “Mango-licious. That’s the exact flavor, there’s some strawberry in the pod as well.”

The one referred to as Hiro shoved the one called Issei off the sofa. “Song’s over.” Issei just shrugged, taking another hit from his blue e-cigarette.

Konoha explained that Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro had been best friends for essentially their whole lives and that there were a select few songs that they just always made out to. He said he just got used to it, and that you should too.

You decide to make conversation, “So how do you all know each other?”

Semi chimed in, “Konoha and I used to work together at a tutoring place. Before he ditched it to deal drugs.”

Konoha worked in a pharmacy.

“You worked at a tutoring place,” Shock was evident in your tone of voice.

“It’s not hard to help seven-year-olds with their math homework.” Semi continued, “I know Issei and Hiro from competing in the same volleyball circuit in high school. I don’t know when Kenji got here though.”

“Ass.” Futakuchi rolled his eyes, “I joined this shoddy group of friends when we were all struggling to pass the intro math course. And when I found out we were all decent at music.”

Your raised eyebrow at the music comment made Semi smirk.

“If we play for you, you gotta join our cult.” He minced no words.

Konoha assured you that it wasn’t actually a cult, but it did feel like one.

When Matsukawa had finished hooking up all the proper chords to an outlet machine, Konoha had shoved some bean bags out of the way, and Hanamaki downed several glasses of water, you realized that they were good at music.

The song they played was “Lavender Sunflower” by Tory Lanez. When you asked why they would play a song from someone who was in jail, Semi just said you should separate the art from the artist. Futakuchi said it was because Hanamaki liked to say the word ‘sexify’.

They did a few more covers, ranging from Steve Lacy to Cautious Clay.

You gave them a round of applause when Matsukawa slid his fingers across his keyboard to end their mini-concert.

“I meant it. You’re in our cult now.” Semi had come up from behind you, speaking into your ear and resting his hands on your shoulders. The shiver down your spine didn’t go unnoticed by you or Semi.

Electric Guest; the five young adult boys turned into a decently popular alternative indie band. Semi Eita, on the bass. Konoha Akinori, on the guitar. Matsukawa Issei on keyboard. Hanamaki Takahiro, on primary vocals and autotuning. Futakuchi Kenji on drums. Plus you, the mastermind behind it all. Kind of.

All you did was everything else besides play music.

The first time they played at the Battle of the Bands, you sweat so much that your white shirt was permanently stained in the pits. At least they won the prize money, just enough for a team dinner, entrance fees to the next competition and a new shirt for you.

It was a learning curve for you, learning the lighting, the sound management, and the coordination of schedules as you all got busier. Making a Google calendar helped as the years went on.

The whole band thing became so lucrative that all of you could’ve quit your day jobs and been perfectly comfortable, but Futakuchi claimed that the band was never supposed to be their whole lives. Just a part of them. So, in addition to your band manager role, you also ran the charity on the side.

A cross between cancer research, volleyball advocacy, and music education. The holy trinity of causes Matsukawa claimed.

Electric Guest was never supposed to be the reason for you to stay friends with people from high school, and college. But that was how it ended up. Just a group of boys with their girl on weekend nights playing live music.

Initially a cover band, but it turned into original works.

Semi was always a little too clever to just play others' words. “This Head I Hold”, Semi’s first song that he had written had charted on the IONIC Alternative chart in the Top 100 for seven weeks straight, never falling below the top seventy.

Was he humble about this feat? No.

But did he sheepishly make a toast to how your marketing carried the song to where it was? Yes. So it leveled out in your mind for him to be prideful of his music, of their music.

“Amp it up.” Semi stomped his feet again.

Konoha shoved Semi’s arm. “She just said that she couldn’t do that. Do you just have selective hearing for praise? Maybe she should throw in her opinion on your ass in those jeans between the clarification of why increasing the amp would be bad?”

“Screw you, Aki.”

“Meet me in the bathroom in five?” You could practically see the way Konoha’s eyebrows raised in a jokingly seductive way.

“Semi, I could try to reduce the vocals slightly. I just don’t know why you want your bass to be so highlighted tonight?”

Semi just waved his hand in the air, brushing away your comments.

Rolling your eyes, you sipped on your water, reviewing the setlist for tonight.

“Hey, I thought we cut “Get Out” for tonight? And we never play it as the last song?” You did a double take at the setlist, Semi had scribbled the song in right after their typical closer of “Basic- Acoustic Version”

Hanamaki slid into your booth, downing his demon juice, a mixture of Redbull, Monster, and a shot of tequila. He grimaced, then shook his face, smiling at you.

“Semi-Semi has a surprise for tonight, it’s supposed to knock your socks off.”

“I do like a good “Get Out” moment.” You mused.

“A little more than just a good moment supposedly.”

Hanamaki was always one of the guys from your friend group who could manage to make anything sound more important than it was. He was the lead singer after all. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about the way some very specific words would sound coming from him to you.

That was another element to this Electric Guest thing, the touch aspect. Once they had integrated you into the friend circle, they became your humans. Your people. You all began to function as a single unit. Where one goes, the rest follow.

The Twitter comments on official posts did love to get a little explicit when they posed theories about how all five of you were in a polyamorous relationship.

That time you and Matsukawa got seen with your hands in his hair and his hands on your ass created a good portion of those theories, especially since Matsukawa still openly liked to lick Hanamaki’s neck between songs.

The touching thing just became second nature, to be close to each other was to be genuine.

Futakuchi threw a plastic water bottle at Hanamaki, “You drunkard, come set up your autotune before you’re too far gone. Please chew some gum before you start singing too, your breath reeks on that stuff.” Futakuchi was referencing the aforementioned demon juice.

Semi had started working at the same place you were working after he had aced his civil servant exam with flying colors.

He had gotten bored of lazing at his shared apartment with Futakuchi for entire days on end. He claimed to need social and mental stimulation. You thought it was because he just wanted to have another reason to get to know you better, which was also true.

Semi was strange when it came to you, freezing up in touch before easing into it. Sometimes you and him could just sit in your apartment for hours on end talking about the band, movies, the best hangover food.

He just understood you on an unparalleled level.

You were all friends, of course, Issei, Hiro, Jiji, Akinori, Eita, and you. But you clicked on what felt like a multidimensional plane with Semi Eita.

He knew what you would say before you said it. He always managed to mitigate your problems with simple, clear solutions.

He also always looked a little too deep into your eyes. You felt like he was inspecting your innermost self when he locked his eyes on you.

No judgment, just assessment. No confusion, just curiosity.

“We can always carpool you know,” He swung his keys on his finger as he walked you to the bus stop, “Save you an hour in commuting.”

“As appealing as that is, I wouldn’t be able to do my share of driving, you know, due to the whole, I don’t have a car thing.” Grateful, you rubbed his shoulder in thanks.

“When I say carpool I mean, I’ll drive and you be my live-in car DJ.”

“Am I being used for my amazing playlists?”

“I love using you.”

So you began to carpool. He would pick you up at your apartment 30 minutes before work started, and then you would sit in the parking lot together for 10 minutes listening to your new underground finds before clocking in.

Semi was a great co-worker, truly. He just always used your stuff and spent way too much time going through your computer search history when you took a break.

“I swear I was going to find some kind of band groupie orgy porn on here this time.” He scoffed when you began shaking your office chair with him still sitting in it.

“At work? You’re kidding me”

“Maybe it was just for future reference,” He licked his lips, looking up at you. “You know, for tonight.”

“You’re revolting.”

“You’re an angel.” He reached a hand up and tugged on the front of your shirt, pulling you down to him.

“You make me sick.” You tried to escape his grasp without damaging your new button-up.

“Lovesick.”

There were only a few more hours to go before their show tonight. You had taken several photos of your boys preparing for the show, posting them on all the social media sites.

Using captions such as, ‘ETA: When Semi Eita gets around to it.’

‘Matsukawa’s forgotten mango vape pod.’ (You thought that one was funny because the vape pod was shown to be almost negatively drained more than it could go, he had sucked all the Mango-licious nicotine out of that poor vape pod)

‘Real or fake? I guess we’ll never know’ Attached to a shot of Hanamaki looking at himself in the mirror, moving small hairs around. The fan-favorite think piece was about his hair, genetically strawberry blond or just dyed.

‘Jiji on that beat’ Futakuchi’s head resting in his hands, his knees bouncing up and down in a short video clip. He always got anxious before shows, despite being one of the relatively more popular members of Electric Guest.

‘Akinori’s Asshole Agenda, task one: hide all the free promotional stickers’ Your box of stickers was shown to be empty, but you had another one in the hauling truck that you would go and grab in a few minutes. The ushers at the clubs helped hand the stickers out when getting people into the building.

Futakuchi called you over to the stage. You put your phone back into your pocket and meandered over to where he was inspecting his drum kit.

“The skin on my drum is getting too thin.” Futakuchi traced a white line that stuck onto the kick drum.

“What do you want me to do?”

He pulled out a fresh skin from his satchel. “Help me reskin this bad boy please.”

“It’s not real animal skin yeah? Just synthetic?”

“Yeah, it should go on fairly easily, I need to polish my cymbals.”

You tilted your head in slight anger. He was going to make you reskin his drum?

Semi had finished messing with his bass settings, resting his instrument on the large case he had brought out to the stage.

“Lemme do it.”

“I can re-skin it, it’s fine, Eita.”

He took the material from your hands, “Let me skin the stupid drum.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. That tone of voice subtly said, “Don’t test me” and overtly said, “I want to do this for you.”

You let him reskin Futakuchi’s stupid drum.

Joining Electric Guest was one of the best decisions in your life, and you owed it all to Konoha Akinori for bringing you to that ‘college party’. Semi liked to argue that he was the one to thank for getting you involved, but Konoha always pulled up the text receipts of him asking you to officially be a part of the band.

All your firsts had been with Konoha. First kiss, first boyfriend, first hickey.

A high school crush that turned into a decently long relationship at the beginning of university. Konoha was a great boyfriend, dates were amazing, and he was the one who introduced you to all of his friends, who became your friends as well. He was the one who took care of you when you were sick.

He was the one who cried with you when your cousin died.

You truly loved him. But the piece in your heart for him and the piece in his heart for you just didn’t fit together once you hit 20 years old. It was an amicable break-up, but it still hurt.

Best friends with a rich past was how you defined your relationship with Konoha.

Semi was getting increasingly anxious about the fallout when Konoha and you broke up. That’s how it made the most sense to you anyway.

Why else would he have punched Konoha? The fate of the band was at risk.

Semi would’ve rather died than admit why he had to physically express his anger. Screw the band in that moment, what about you? Were you doing alright?

They hadn’t told you about the punch until nearly a year later when you were all either high or sleep-deprived in your apartment, celebrating another competition win.

What they hadn’t told you was louder than what they did tell you about that night, three days after your break-up with Konoha.

Matsukawa had to hold Konoha back, and Hanamaki along with Futakuchi pulled Semi back from throwing another punch. Konoha’s lip was cut and bleeding, so he spat the blood on the floor of the recording studio.

You just sat in the beanbag in the mixing office, none the wiser, headphones on, clicking away at audio files to make promotions.

The night of the breakup, you called Semi and had him at your apartment. It was raining that night. When he arrived at your place, he was soaked through. You asked about it since a short walk from the road to your place wouldn’t have yielded such a damp appearance.

As it turned out, his car had run out of gas, so he took Futakuchi’s moped. When you wrapped him in a towel and gave him tea, he complained that he should be the one soothing you.

That comment triggered you to start bawling. What if it was all a mistake to break up with Konoha? Maybe he was your best option. Semi said that Konoha wasn’t worth shit compared to other guys out there for you.

You told him that that was cruel to say. Semi tried to backtrack, explaining that maybe better options were still around for you. When you just kept talking about how much you loved Konoha, Semi stopped trying to fight the idea of Konoha and focused solely on comforting you and assuring you of your decision.

Two days later, after Semi witnessed your shattered state, the punch occurred during band practice. He saw Konoha’s phone screen saver was still Konoha and you kissing.

“You asshole, she was crying!”

“I already told you Eita, it was an agreed upon break up!”

“The bruise on her neck then? Explain that you dick!” Semi snarled. Hanamaki was shaking in his Doc Martens, but Futakuchi just kicked Hanamaki and told him to keep holding Semi back.

“The bruise? You mean the HICKEY?” Konoha wasn’t mad anymore, just annoyed, “You know sometimes when people break up they have break-up sex. It’s in the name, you oblivious coward.”

Matsukawa finally let Konoha go. Konoha just rubbed his arms where Matsukawa had grabbed him. Konoha had come to several realizations when he had talked to you about breaking up.

Kissing hadn’t felt right for some time, and you both hardly ever tried to be romantic in any sense. Instead choosing to send memes to each other and joking around. It was being best friends under the label of a relationship.

You agreed to split, letting both of you let go of your long-winded high school crushes.

“Coward? You’re calling me a coward? Breaking up with the best girl in your entire life wasn’t a cowardly thing to do then?” Semi was panting, arms shaking, but he was still kicking his feet.

Konoha knew Semi would throw a fit. So he decided to say what everyone else in the friend group wanted to say.

“You love her more than I do,” Konoha sat down, legs sprawled on the floor. He told Hanamaki and Futakuchi to let Semi go. “Did you know that? You love her more than I do. Which is utterly baffling to me because I love her with my entire heart.”

Semi stood for a moment, a slight sway from all the tension in his high-strung body. Semi crouched down before laying on the floor. Looking at the ceiling, he pressed his lips into a tight line.

Hanamaki, Futakuchi, and Matsukawa had left the band space, choosing to let the two friends talk out whatever they needed to.

They too knew that this conversation needed to occur, primarily for Semi.

Semi sniffles then laughs. A genuine laugh. “I guess I am a coward.”

“Damn straight.” Konoha continued, “I always thought you’d get to her before me. Not sexually, or anything like that. But in terms of love. You know? You just always had her first thing in mind. Whereas I, well, I never cheated and I never considered it either, but I always wondered if I was the right person for her.”

“You think that person is me?” Semi scoffed. “I can hardly call myself an adult compared to you.”

“I know right.” Semi kicked Konoha with his outstretched leg.

“You gotta tell her, or else someone will take her from you. Not everyone can see you’re the best person for her. Hell, even I had a mental breakdown when I realized it.”

“So you’re saying-”

“I don’t want your bullshit, Eita, I want you to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Konoha told him that he’d be stuck then. So, stuck Semi became.

It was almost an hour before opening the doors to the long line outside Club Karazaki.

You still needed to help the boys with their hair. So you grabbed your comb from your bag and made your way backstage.

“Hairstylist in the house, I take 50s and 100s only.” You patted your jeans’ back pocket, “I need a new phone so this is how y’all will contribute.”

After finishing Matsukawa’s quick retouch on his taper, you took the fiver he handed you.

“You know, I think tonight is going to be one of our best performances.” Matsukawa lifted his mango vape to you, you declined it, and he took another hit. “Semi outdid himself for tonight.”

“Ya’ll overhype that man.”

“Nah, we hype him just enough.” Matsukawa held your hand, “You ever get another date with that dude from a week ago?”

You shook your head, explaining how it just didn’t feel right. Lately, your romantic exploits had all crashed and burned quicker than Semi could begin a riff.

Several of the adventures in romance had ended with an upset Semi, which in turn made you upset. The most recent ‘discussion’ between the two of you had occurred just a week before tonight, about the same guy Matsukawa had brought up.

The band left Semi and you in your apartment, and you offered to let him crash on your futon. Futakuchi refused to let a drunk Semi back into their apartment. Claiming that he would puke all over the new rug he bought.

“I just don’t get you.” He was tugging on his sweatpants’ drawstring and lying on your couch. His shirt had ridden up to his mid-stomach, showing off a trail of dark blond hair that snuck under his sweatpants.

“What don’t you get.” You sat on the end of your couch, freshly showered. He put his feet in your lap. You obliged, scrolling through channels on your TV.

He smelled like the expensive wine your label had dropped off to celebrate a bronze ranking on the new album. You asked how much he had drunk, only now realizing his whole face was flushed. He mumbled, so you lifted the bottle, only to find it completely empty.

“You’ll get alcohol poisoning from doing this.” It was only a mini-sized bottle, but it was expensive and aged perfectly.

“Better than how I’m living now.” He took off his shirt, too warm to continue with the material on him.

He didn’t quite have abs, but he was strong. Broad, tan, and wide. The difference between Konoha’s so-called, “slutty waist” and Semi’s toned torso was striking.

You clarified that he actually wouldn’t even be living if he got serious alcohol poisoning.

“That dude,” You said your one-off date’s name, “Yeah him, he looked like my doppelganger don’t you think?”

He did look a lot like Semi.

At the same time you both added the addendum that his fashion was way worse than Semi’s. Semi just laughed, not even a laugh, he giggled. A 22-year-old child, giggling about how you were insulting your date. Shirtless, drunk, and now rubbing your back.

He had shifted, laying his back on the back of the couch, lightly kicking you so you would sit on the floor in front of him.

His hands were warm, due to the alcohol flowing through his veins. When he dug his thumb between your spine and shoulder blade you moaned. He asked if you felt good, and you nodded.

You didn’t expect him to slide your shirt up, your bare back exposed to the cold air of your apartment. In no time, his hands were soothing down the goosebumps.

“Make your little noise again.”

“Hm?” You turned your head to Semi.

“I want you to moan again.”

Your eyes widened. There was no teasing this time, he was dead serious.

Something was definitely wrong with your best friend, especially when he started to kiss your shoulders, moving to your jawline, attempting to move his lips wherever he could reach. He had slid down the couch, using his hands to pull your back against his chest. Skin on skin.

Your shirt was still bunched up at the back of your neck, but with the way that Semi was slowly sliding hands over your stomach, he had a plan to remove the purple sleep shirt. His maneuvers were snake-like. His intermittent hisses were reactions to your scent, your warmth, and the way your skin tasted on his tongue.

When he cupped your chest with one hand and had the other hand in your hair, you had to stop him. Quickly you stood up, and he cussed at the loss of touch.

“Eita, I think you need to sleep.” You tugged him up from the floor, and he just kept cursing. Incoherently, no rhyme or reason for what he was so mad about. You could hardly understand many of the words, a few distinct ones hit your eardrums: Konoha, coward, sex, music, the band. The most frequent word was your name.

You let him sit on the floor, going to grab a glass of water for him. When you reached into your fridge for a Gatorade as well, Semi was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Brown eyes just watching you.

“One kiss.” He clearly stated.

You laughed, but he only got irritated.

“I’m serious. Just one.” He reaffirmed.

“You’re drunk. I’ll say it twice, Eita. You’re drunk.”

“I’m a better kisser when I’m drunk.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

You handed him the water. He downed it. You handed him the Gatorade. He sipped it. He probably had a reason for asking.

“Is it for a song?” You touched the bottom of the Gatorade bottle, lifting it closer to his mouth so he would take another drink. Semi angrily rolled his eyes, why would that be his only reason for asking to kiss you?

“If I say yes will you kiss me.”

You shook your head no. He was clearly inebriated. You didn’t know how he would feel about this in the morning, and you knew the alcohol was altering him.

It had been two years since you broke up with Konoha. You had promised that you wouldn’t date another member of your friend group. It just wouldn’t work. Plus with the new label intervention as well, they tried to subtly say that dating within the band could cause some scandals.

But they were an alternative indie band, so the label let a lot of the little things go.

But openly dating? Ruining the image of attainability? They just told everyone to keep relationships to a minimum, and if they did want to date, then you should be off limits.

Semi had never seemed more pissed at a formal organization, he ranted to you about how as soon as the three-year contract was up that Electric Guest should go back to being entirely independent.

You agreed, for the most part, just letting him consider how much easier it was for him to get creative licensing protection on his songs. He just said that working at the paralegal office would be enough skill to get legal protection on the music.

Semi cleaned up the Gatorade, tossing it into the trash can. You found yourself in a corner, the sink to your right, and the fridge to your left, Semi in all other directions.

Never had you seen his eyes so blown out. Not even after one of the longer smoke sessions, Matsukawa liked to cook up.

“If you can tell me you don’t love me then I’ll let it go.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Eita, what? Of course, I love you. What are you talking about?”

“If you can tell me you haven’t thought about me when you were touching yourself. If you can tell me that you haven’t thought about my lips on you. If you can tell me that you never considered me as an option. If you can say that then I’ll drop it. Otherwise, please let me kiss you.” You paused your breathing. He looked at you. “And don’t use my blood alcohol content as an excuse.”

“I need a minute.” You gently pushed your hand on his bicep.

“I have time.”

You glanced at the microwave clock.

1:28 AM.

He started kissing you at 1:29 AM.

You didn’t stop him.

It was slow at first, gentle even. He started at your neck. Biding time before he got to where he wanted to go. He nipped along your jaw. Your hands were resting on his chest, your breath baited.

When he picked you up and sat you on the counter, you knew you were a goner.

He guided your hands to his hair, his shoulders, and his hips, telling you to just touch him and not stop. He gave himself 15 minutes. You didn’t know this, but he was only using 15 minutes. From 1:29 AM to 1:44 AM.

When he starts to rub his hips against yours, you wish you could’ve stayed like this for hours. You could feel the outline of his body through the sweatpants, and each time you made another sound, his hips just stilted before rubbing again with more pressure.

His first lip-to-lip kiss with you was dry. He just pressed your lips together. He paused, just letting the touch process in his mind. When you pressed back, he smiled into the kiss.

He could immortalize the kiss later, he still had 7 minutes left.

He wanted to reach his hand down into the front of your pants but knew you would draw the line there. His alcohol solution became the one barrier he wished he didn’t have at the moment. Especially when he could feel the way your thighs were shaking slightly, anticipation was a bitch.

He gently, lightly, wrapped one hand around your neck. The other hand was under your shirt doing things you couldn’t quite make sense of because his tongue was in your mouth. His thumb was distinctly writing the letters of his name over your nipples.

When the clock turned to 1:40 AM, he turned ravenous. He pressed his lips everywhere on your face, forehead, nose, chin. Dry turned to wet, and he knew you were covered in his saliva. You groaned slightly when he gave in and cupped the front of your shorts. Before he removed his hand in favor of just grinding against you again.

He was panting when the clock finally ticked to 1:44 AM. Semi tucked his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck. His arms under your shirt hugged you tighter, making you feel like a boa constrictor was attempting to cut off your oxygen supply.

“I’m tired.” You ran a hand through his hair. Telling him to let you go so you could get his futon. He shook his head, pieces of hair tickling you. He wasn’t tired physically, he was tired mentally. To hold back from someone you were magnetized to, spent all his energy. Until his willpower to fight the pull force was just entirely gone.

“Second door on the left?” He spoke right into your skin. If he had gotten this far, one last ditch attempt to feel all of you might just be his lucky opportunity. The second door on the left was your bedroom.

You nodded.

In the morning, you woke up to Semi tracing shapes on your thigh that was laid across his stomach.

He spoke first.

“We can talk about it after the show at Karazaki.” He had begun running his hand on your head, starting at the top of your head before sliding down to your nape. He repeated the soothing caress so many times you lost count.

“Ok.”

The doors finally shut, and all the people at Club Karazaki were finally ready to be blessed with the music from none other than Electric Guest.

The two-hour show went off without a hitch.

Konoha’s guitar solo got the most bras thrown at him. Futakuchi’s reverb of Arctic Monkeys’ “Knee Socks” had the most phones recording him, his drum set and single verse got more viral video and editing clips than you would know how to manage. Matsukawa and Hanamaki’s duet singing “Oh Devil” from the new album almost made you scream for them too.

It was finally time to close off the show, with Semi’s addition of “Get Out”. You couldn’t help but get thrilled at the idea of hearing your favorite song one more time before he planned to officially cut it from the setlist.

Instead of Hanamaki, Semi cleared his throat, thanking the audience for their time, and that the last song was going to be a crowd favorite.

Hanamaki stepped back. Now, the main singer of a band did not just simply step back and out of the primary light. You fidgeted with the system, getting equal lighting on everyone. The red slow strobe was always a good default, especially since you had no idea what was going on.

“I’ll max it out one time for you.” Semi sang.

This wasn’t the revised ending song. It wasn’t even “Get Out”, the song you had believed to be Semi’s bonus on the setlist. You clicked into your headphones, trying to contact Konoha. Radio silence on your end. Standing up in the back of the club, you waved your arms rapidly. Trying to get Semi’s attention.

What the hell was he doing?

“You should never worry, you’ve been here a long time.” His bass guitar was strumming to the beat of your pulse, just fast enough to keep you alive, but steadily increasing in speed. Matsukawa’s keyboard was playing perfectly in tune. So at least you knew they had practiced this song before.

Maybe more than one practice though, because the flow of the music was just too smooth. You sit back down, and instead of leaving the blaring red strobe lights, you cool it down. A light blue focal light on Semi, with grays and whites on the other band members.

It matched with the RnB edge this song had.

“Now you’re in a hurry. Feels like a long way home.”

He moved up more, tugging on the chord connecting his guitar. He stood in the center of the stage.

His vocals were stunning. Usually, it was Hanamaki singing, with Semi doing the backing vocals. But this was all Semi’s scratchy, deep, resounding, pleading voice. He sang like he was begging for a lifeline.

“You’re just the light I follow.” He wasn’t closing his eyes, he was looking straight at you. You looked behind yourself, only seeing the black wall. You checked in front of you to see if any girls you were familiar with were standing in front of your systems booth. But no, the crowd was just packed with dedicated fanboys and fangirls tonight.

“Right now you just can’t see. I’ll feel the same tomorrow. ‘Cause a good thing is falling on me.”

So this is what all your boys had been talking about. Semi’s special show.

“I’ll max it out one time.”

What a nerd.

“And I know they go on and on and on, I know you’re growing tired of me.”

You’d never get tired of him. And somehow you knew that he knew that.

“And even when you're nervous, or you’re feeling out of order”

Hanamaki had joined in, singing the backing lyrics at this point. Semi just kept looking at you.

“I’m somewhere right next to you, singing you the chorus.”

He’d always been clingy.

“I’ll max it out one time for you, ‘Cause I know it’s overdue.”

Hell yeah, it was overdue.

“So, I raise my glass to you.”

He raises his bottle of water.

An uncontrollable smile erupts over his face. The crowd is in shambles. People were screaming, some were off in a tucked away corner kissing, and someone was getting pulled off the gate to the stage by security.

He doesn’t sing anymore. He mouths the words to just you.

“I love you.”

So there they were, Electric Guest. Sitting in a run-down 24/7 diner laughing and throwing fries at each other.

So there they were; Semi and you. He had his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, joking about the time Konoha had spilled his weird mixture of mayo and ketchup all over a borrowed white shirt.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa were pinching each other under the table.

Futakuchi and Konoha were arguing about who got more tagged posts on Instagram.

“I think we should adopt a baby or something.” Hanamaki waved Matsukawa’s vape in the air.

“You would be arrested in like two seconds. You can barely function as a human being Hiro.” Futakuchi ate another fry, starting to list off all the reasons Hanamaki would make a horrible parent figure. Matsukawa kept trying to get another hit from his vape, but Hanamaki just kept waving it around.

You turned to face Semi, but he was already looking at you.

“Max It Out?” You brought up the title of his Not Confession, confession song.

“I wanted to title it your name, but no, that would be too on the nose for some people.” Semi glared at Konoha.

Konoha shrugged, “Eita, you always go on and on about increasing your bass, I thought that ‘Max It Out’ would just click better with the average audience. You know, the same audience who wasn’t exactly there to witness you groping on our friend here last week.” Konoha patted your thigh.

Futakuchi dropped his fry. Complaining that he was always the last one to know what was going on with his friends.

“I wouldn’t call it groping, maybe loving, but not groping.”

“That could be a good lyric for our next song,” Matsukawa brought his hands up to motion them in a rainbow shape, presenting an idea, “we could call it, ‘I Had Sex With My Best Friend Who I Pined After Since I Was Nineteen, I Also Passionately Care About Her And Ended Up Punching Her Ex-Boyfriend Who Is Also My Other Best Friend’ I think that has a real ring to it for a song title.”

Semi rolled his eyes, “Not looking like that title would fit with the rest of our catalog.”

You consoled Matsukawa by handing him back the fiver he gave you for trimming his hair.

Futakuchi, still upset at not knowing about you and Semi’s incident, posed a question, “Well if Aki, Eita, and I have all kissed you, where does that leave Issei and Hiro?”

Semi’s mouth dropped open, “When did that happen?”

“Our kiss? Uh, I can’t remember. But we did.”

You shrugged, it wasn’t your best moment. But Futakuchi had been a very good kisser. “After advertising class ended. I was having a moment about where my life was going.”

“I still think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve kissed so far.”

Semi groans. “This is so unfair. I waited over four years, but Jiji and Aki got to kiss you before me?”

“Slow your roll Eita, if we keep this up, maybe we will end up in a polyamorous relationship.” Hanamaki analyzed, and you knew all about his thoughts about that situation occurring. He had told you several times that if a six-person relationship did exist, then it still wouldn't be as amazing as the dynamics between all of you.

“No more kissing other people,” Semi rubbed your elbow, “You’re stuck to me now. Might as well stay with the one with the best dick.”

You nodded. Semi grinned, waiting expectantly.

“This is the part where you start listing off other good qualities about me.”

“Nope, I think you listed them all.”

Konoha stuck his tongue out and mocked Semi’s claims about genitalia.

After a copious amount of french fries, and enough jokes about everything that had happened the last few years, Semi and you walked hand in hand to his car.

“I got a new bass booster in my car.”

“Why exactly?” You buckled yourself, before reaching over and buckling Semi in as well.

“So I can blast our favorite songs while making you scream.”

There he was, your flirting, egotistical, arrogant, loving best friend. You nixed the best friend part in your head, writing ‘soulmate’ in place.

“Also, can you rescind the whole work-husband divorce claims?” He rested his hand on the back of your seat while backing up his car. Flexing his arm on purpose.

“Sure, there’s a few things you’ll have to do before I officially call you husband again.” You listed off chores, errands, and body parts.

Semi licked his lips, “I can do that.”

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BONUS:

Playlist for all the music nerds out there: (aka my headcanon of 'Electric Guest's Latest Album)

"Max It Out" - Electric Guest --- The main song from this fic, Semi's confession fic. It was not the only confession song he wrote though. One day, all the lyrics he wrote became less about teenagerhood and fun and genuinely about love.

"Get Out" -Electric Guest --- Our main character's favorite song, it's about exceptionalism. If you can't handle the heat, don't play in the arena. Also about gambling and not going back to toxic people. MC is an icon for sure for having this as her favorite song (Max It Out is her actual favorite, but would rather die than tell Semi)

"This Head I Hold" - Electric Guest --- Matsukawa's favorite, he gets to start the song off with his keyboard. Also Matsukawa's favorite because it's about getting high. The druggie energy is strong with him.

"That's What Happens" -Kid Bloom --- An unreleased Semi song, depression hit him hard when he and Konoha had their heart-to-heart. He kept it locked away until this very specific album release. When he went into detail telling our main character about why he wrote the song, she had to wipe tears from the corners of Semi's eyes, give him love please.

"Window Pane (Pretty Little Thing)" - GSoul --- Hanamaki's favorite song off their newest album, mostly because he helped to write the lyrics, but he'll still love to sing "Lavender Sunflower" because no words sung will ever top "sexify" for him.

"Hold Me" - Hojean --- Futakuchi's favorite song from the new album because the drums are the most heavily featured at the core. And because the autotune is heavy enough to let him pretend Hanamaki isn't the one singing.

"Wake" - Jiwoo --- When Semi wrote this one, Konoha had spent hours trying to figure out who it was about. To Konoha's shock it was about his ex-girlfriend turned into lifelong best friend. Konoha almost got revenge by punching Semi and telling him that it had already been two years, and that someone would make a move soon. Semi then explained his idea for his confession. Konoha realized his friend may be an actual genius.

"Oh Devil" - Electric Guest --- Konoha's favorite song off the new album, he spent the most time in the recording studio practicing this one, he even picked up some additional instruments to help produce it to its highest potential.

"Basic" - Electric Guest --- Semi's hate-piece to the label and to other bands who had been calling out Electric Guest's unconventional style choices. The label thought this one would be the least streamed, jokes on them because it got TikTok famous (courtesy of Semi's newly shown off girlfriend making hot edits for each of the band members)

"Charismatic" - Hailey Knox --- Hanamaki's only duet with a woman. The singer loved what they were doing, and asked to be the main vocal on a b-side song. When all was said and done, Hanamaki and Matsukawa finally had another person to blow smoke with when listening to "Sex, Drugs, Etc."

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rriinnnie · 1 year ago

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reach you | suna rintaro x reader

bandau!guitarist! suna rintaro x singer!reader

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧

PROLOGUE

it’s in the middle of december when sixteen year old y/n encounters the nineteen years old suna rintarou for the first time. Two orphans who decide to start a band and eventually bond like family to overcome the shitty world they live in. As years goes by they come to the conclusion that they can’t live without one another anymore as they become one thing together - inseparable - to the point where it is too toxic.

However it seems like destiny has different plans for them as they have to saparate ways in order to achieve their dreams and goals.

Is their love strong enough?

Two hot headed people who face each other again after long 4 years. Now y/n is 20 and Rintaro, who is now 23, is the famous and handsome guitarist of NoMemories.

“Rin is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of - I am sure of one thing - his and mine are the same”

WARNINGS: smoking, use of drugs, swearing, toxic relationship, nsfw, sex, vulgar and strong language, rehab, addiction, anxiety, mental illness, depression

AUTHOR’S COMMENT: ATTENTION THIS IS NANA INSPIRED - MOSTLY REN AND NANA’S RELATIONSHIP - CUZ I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SIMILAR TO THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE. BUT I WANTED TO CREATE A SIMILAR STORY WITH SUNARINN CUZ I NEED MORE STORIES OF HIM BEING IN A BAND

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~ CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION ~

y/l/n y/n is the lead vocalist of the popular punk band of Revival. Y/n is a tall/short young woman in her early twenties with long/short c/h hair. Numerous characters have stated Y/N as beautiful.

She’s kind hearted and devoted to her friends. However, after being abandoned by her family, she slowly develops abandonment issues which leads her to become quite selfish towards the people she loves - not wanting them to think about anything but her. She spent her childhood alone - refusing to be sent in an orphanage. Therefore she learns to take care of herself.

Despite insisting that she wants to be independent Y/N often turns to Osamu and mostly Eita for help.

In her teenage years she’s rebellious, intimidating and cold - often addressed as “cold princess” even in present time. This changes when Osamu breaks through her icy exterior and presents her to his childhood friends Rintaro and Eita, both grown into the same orphanage.

When she first lays eyes on Suna Rintaro, she feels mesmerized and captivated not only by his look - especially his bright olive eyes - but because of his talent. Therefore she finds herself accepting the offer to join the band - and this is where their love story begins.

Suna Rintaro is the popular guitarist of NoMemories. Before moving to Tokyo he was previously the guitarist for Revival. Ever since he was a kid he has always being called “the prodigy of music”.

Rintaro was an orphan who was abandoned right after his birth. Subsequently, he stayed at the same orphanage as Eita. After Semi was adopted, Rintaro frequently visited his friend, so much so that his foster mother offered to adopt him, an offer which he refused.

Later, he formed a band, Revival, with Eita as the leader and bassist, himself as guitarist, Osamu as drummer and Y/N as lead vocals. He also fell in love with her. However, despite the band being quite popular, he was offered to join NoMemories, but declined because of Y/N. With Eita convincing him, after a while he then joined Nomemories as their lead guitarist. As he left, he and Y/N tearfully broke up.

Rintaro is very handsome, has dark brown, slightly combed down hair, with few strands sticking out at the top of his head and middle-parted bangs. He has grayish-yellow narrow eyes.

Despite being popular he suffers from anxiety which is why he often relies on drugs to calm down - to the point where he becomes an addict. Eita feels responsible for it as he knew that Suna couldn’t live in this industry especially under people constant judgement and being followed by ossessive fans and paparazzi.

He was able to quit drugs for a few months but fell into the abyss of addiction once again.

Despite Eita, Osamu and his Nomemories’ bandmates awareness about his problem, he keeps Y/N in the dark - not wanting her to have a different view of him.

Semi Eita is the popular leader and bassist of Revival. He handles most of the band's business related matters. He is a long-time friend of Suna Rintaro, with whom he created Revival.

When he was little, both of his parents were killed in a car accident, and was therefore put into the same orphanage as Rintaro.

He is older than the others, and the only one of them who has higher education, so Osamu sometimes teases him by calling him "old man". Ever since he met Y/N, Eita has been an older brother figure for her and sometimes Osamu, and acted as Y/N’s "guardian". While he admits to being in love with her, he baits Rintaro to steal her from him in order to convince him to quit his addiction. However Rintaro says that Eita - since they were kid - has always let him have what ever he wanted - to the point that Semi had to give up on his feelings towards Y/N.

Eita looks after her in place of Rintaro, who can not.

Eita has thick and messy ash blonde hair with dark grey tips. His eyebrows are black, contrasting his hair. His eyes are brown and sharply shaped, and he's often seen with a small scowl on his face. He has a lean but muscular build.

Miya Osamu is the drummer of the popular punk band of Revival and was the only person able to befriend Y/N during high school — with whom he coincidentally began their shared love for punk music.

Osamu is a kind and caring guy, willing to stand up for people he cares for and for what he believes is right. He’s very friendly which is why he has a lot of friends. Especially he enjoys being around people who are different, unique, even strange. He is a curious person, who loves to seek out something new and unusual in the world.

He always cares for Y/N’s well-being and tends to have a sense loyalty towards her - resulting to be the first one to be able to stand most of Y/N's tantrums.

He also highly respects Rintaro and idolizes him - dreaming to be one day as good as him.

However when he discovers that Rintaro’s doing drugs again he feels powerless and scared to lose him.

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EXTRAS:

- NoMemories memeber’s will be revealed soon

- Eita refers to Suna as Rintaro while Osamu calls him Sunarin

- Y/N refers to Suna as Rin

- they often call each other bastard, punk, fucker

- Rintaro loves to tease Y/N and often calls her “princess”

- when Revival reunites in Tokyo they start to look for another guitarist

- Revival’s new guitarist will be revealed soon

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧

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luvsunarin · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

BAND AUS [ THE COLLECTION ]

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓. || 𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖒𝖎 𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔.

and more soon to come!

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melancholymiiist · 10 days ago

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blue velvet | semi eita x fem oc | mlist

i. cafe endo

Hayakawa Kaemi was a muse to one's imagination. With her coffee-dipped curls and eyes of a doe she lingered between worlds so effortlessly and efficiently, she was a daydream on a summer's day. She was a tranquil soul, a hopeless romantic at heart. Her words were eloquent as ever, and she spoke quite a lot when required. In the context of the plain atmosphere of Shiratorizawa she appeared like a figure out of an allegory or a reverie, both sophisticated and enigmatic. Regardless, it was hard for her to find company–worthy company. The circle of faces she shared the greatest familiarity with was small to say the least: her close friend, uncle, co-worker, and employer (the last one not so much)

The Thursdays at Cafe Endo were by far the most serene. This was the place where Hayakawa Kaemi worked part-time after class hours. Pretty chic, yet nothing fancy, the place offered a warm ambiance. The lights were warm and dim, reflecting upon perfectly cleaned wooden tables. The tranquility this place provided was something Kaemi anticipated after a hard day in the academy, so she allowed herself to wander a little in her endless thoughts while she worked.

There never was an extreme flow of customers, which granted her a lot of spare time to read or do her studies behind the counter. The atmosphere offered a sense of endless serenity. She loved her work. Additionally, the owner of the place—an old lady named Endo Yoko—allowed Hayakawa to choose her own music while working her shift. Yoko was a lovely lady in her late 60's, despite being very superstitious, she was wise as her age suggests.

Kaemi grabbed her phone to change the song and the speakers filled the place with soft notes of "Between the bars" by Elliott Smith. "Kaemi-chan!" Mrs.Endo called, making her look up from her phone, "Is everything alright Yoko-san?"

"Those punks came again today," she said, pretty bothered by the visit, however Kaemi didn't necessarily know who she was referring to and called 'punks'— what an old-fashioned insult, she smiled to herself. Those 'punks', have come to the cafe before, in fact they come here almost daily to talk to Mrs.Endo about renting the little stage they had in the corner, right beside the restroom door, for their performance. That's everything the owner has told her by far.

"Mhm, did you decline again?"

"Yes! I told them my cafe isn't suited for their satanist music–"

"Sorry, what?" The girl couldn't contain herself anymore, she laughed at Endo's traditional approach to such matters. "Do you know their names?"

"I don't know what they call themselves. But I'm almost certain the two of them went by the name Kimura," the old lady thought. So there were two of them.

"Why not let them, though? I mean, you rented the stage to some amaeture musicians before, plus if they come every morning, they must be persistent and serious about the payment." The cafe hosted live music evenings sometimes, and Endo Yoko surely made fortunes out of those events, what were her arguments?

"But they are kids! They look like their parents barely give them pocket money! Can you believe this? They will either destroy this place or defraud me." She sighed disappointedly, Yoko didn't have an ounce of belief in this generation.

"You need to stop being so uptight about this stuff, Endo-san,what if they're good? That can definitely boost our sales, there's barely anyone nowadays, haven't you noticed?" Kaemi observed how the old lady's eyes lingered on the empty polished tables and how her wrinkled lips let out a little sigh of defeat.

"Surely, you're right, but..." she trailed when she noticed the young girl's stare of disapproval at the upcoming comments and something in her mind decided to relent, "alright, I will call them tomorrow morning." And then she left to the little stuffed room she called her office, where she usually slept or read old magazines until someone would inform her that they were out of sweet rice balls.

Kaemi came home that day well-rested and done with her academic work.. It was Thursday, and Thursday always meant movie night— just Kaemi, her uncle, and a movie's dreamy company. When she stepped into their shared apartment she heard someone rustling through the cabinets. The feeling of her bare feet being enveloped by the threads of their soft persian rug made her drowsy.

"You came later than usual," Izumi—the said uncle—met her in the living room, he was the culprit of the noise. He grabbed something from a box of movies.

"Had to clean the restroom," she let a yawn fall from her lips, "Reservoir dogs, seriously? We watched it last month."

"Okay? We'll watch it again," he looked back at her, raising a brow. "Come on, I made some tea and brought you coffee pudding."

"Okay, let me wash up first." Of course she had enough coffee pudding at work, since Endo lets her eat anything during her breaks, but the thought of her uncle picking up something from the store, taking his time and slight effort just for a smile to break on her face made her grateful, and she would later eat it with the feeling of such content that it would make Izumi proud of himself.

She walked to the bathroom, managing her actions faster this time, not to make her uncle wait too long. She splashed some cold water on her face and felt the traces of today wash out immediately, leaving her clean. Kaemi changed her clothes and sat on the couch to see the older Hayakawa completely immersed in the film, "You could've waited," she blinked at him, to which he just hummed and continued.

₊ ⊹

"God bless your parents, Nana," Fujiwara Seishu closed his eyes with relief and leaned further on the dusty couch of the 'studio'.

"Seriously, tell them we're grateful for the money," Semi Eita eyed the girl who seemed so proud of herself for taking matters in her own hands. "Oh I'm glad I could be some help guys!" she smiled.

"Aren't you gonna thank me?! I was the one who talked to that lady every day!" Ryō, Nana's twin brother, chimed in.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," his attempts of feeling included were brushed off by Seishu.

"I wonder what made her change her mind," Semi said thoughtfully, adjusting the strings on his guitar, a stunning maple-colored Fender Telecaster.

"She couldn't stand my intense charm so she gave in, obviously," Ryōta gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder for such effort.

"Please, you sound so stupid right now," his sister snickered.

This group of four had poured their whole being into this little project. It's been a year since they have come together as a band. "Blue Velvet" was their name. They played all kinds of things: folk rock, shoegaze, indie rock and so on. They had a few of their own whimsical love songs that were written mostly by Nana and Seishu, since these two had the talent to pour the depths of their hearts onto paper.

Kimura Nana was the vocalist of the group, and the only female member. Just like Polyhymnia she would sing the most poetic hymns and put people under her spell of talent. She was dedicated to her art, therefore she was outstanding at it. Her brother Ryō, the drummer, was the invisible string that held the group together with his antics and feverish demeanor. They were so different from each other, yet completed one another greatly. Nana would usually appear in clothes as white and innocent as her soul, she would wear dresses as lacy as ancient veils. Her twin, on the other hand, was very random in his choice of clothing, putting on whatever suited his mood more, irrespective of whether the pieces matched each other or not. They both shared similarity in the pale faces, narrow fox-like eyes and charcoal hair–although Nana kept her long as ever, and Ryō preferred his buzz-cut.

The twins' parents were both Corporate Lawyers, meaning their job surely provided well. They had an undying love for their children, which reflected upon the twins' lives. This time around their parents financially helped the band to rent the place they were so fond of, because the owner did charge them more than they were able to pay.

The third member, Fujiwara Seishu, was the bassist. Calm and collected. Every event they held was so far organized and thought through by him. He made plans, arranged band meetings and practices. The other three trusted him with everything, if they ever struggled or had the slightest bit of self-doubt, Seishu was always there to help them with their hardships. He wore his ash-brown hair in a mullet. His features were set but delicate. Most people avoided talking to him since he showed no interest in talking to anyone either. But if you really got to know him, you would see the charming aspects of his being, which are masked by his modesty.

And the last of the group was Semi Eita, the skilled guitarist. Semi Eita was a man of many talents. He also happened to be the setter of Shiratorizawa's volleyball team and share the court with the one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi, a prodigy, who possesses exceptional talent and popularity amongst his peers. He was proud of his position in the team, but something inside of him always had a constant longing for something greater than that. Something that will, perhaps, strike his life with a deeper meaning, a sense of the picturesque. And because music gave him satisfactory results and painted his morbid existence with the hues of vibrant emotions, he found solace in the freedom it provided via melodies and tunes.

The ash-blonde had prominent features like his bassist friend, but his eyes were sharp as a knife's edge and brows furrowed, jaw defined. He stood tall, his shoulders broad and slightly slouched from playing his guitar, but his physique always healthy and fit.

"Ryō, you must've really gotten on her nerves if she finally gave in," the ash-blonde chuckled. "You guys give me no credit, it's almost unfair," the younger twin frowned, "you haven't even said a word about these posters I made!" Ryō held up a stack of paper, offering one poster to Eita, quite proud of his creation.

The guitarist was puzzled to say the least, the drawing looked like it was made by a five-year-old, with all the crayons smeared on paper and an unrecognizable silhouette of a man and the text that read "Blue Velvet: this Sunday at Endo's Cafe!" "And what the hell is this supposed to be?" He questioned.

"That's me on the drums you idiot!" Ryota snatched the paper and looked at Semi as if the thought he put behind those messy crayon lines was so obvious to everyone. "It's called abstract art."

"I call it shit," Semi laughed at Ryo's hurt expression. "You're cruel, Ei," younger Kimura clenched his heart.

"We should get back to practise, guys, Semi is skipping volleyball because of this, let's have some respect," Seishu reminded, grabbing his bass.

Somewhere in the corner of their studio, lying on the carpeted floor, Seishu's phone received a notification form their band account:

kaemi hayakawa (@hayaemii_) started following you!

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"Look!" Masuyo Mutsu, Kaemi's only friend in the academy, exclaimed pointing at the announcement wall in the Cafe, "Did you know about this? Blue Velvet at Endo's this Sunday..." she read.

"Obviously, I work here," Kaemi trailed, eyeing the green-eyed girl, Mutsu's curls bounced as she beamed happily, "I didn't know you were into music."

"Oh I'm not, but I heard someone from our year is in this band," she stated.

"Really? Never heard of them before," Kaemi grabbed the towels to dry the cups. Her shift was over for the day, and as promised earlier Mrs. Yoko talked to the 'punks' from before and made arrangements. This morning a guy with a buzz-cut and an odd attitude came with some posters and practically begged Endo to put them on the announcement wall.

"Will you come?" Masuyo looked at her friend, who was working behind the counter, with anticipation.

"I'm not sure..." Kaemi doesn't work on the weekends, but Mrs. Yoko said she wouldn't charge her employees for events held at her place and the thought of free tickets sounded very appealing, but the thought of sleeping early on a Sunday afternoon overpowered.

"Come on, if you go, Mrs. Endo wouldn't mind me tagging along for free, plus I've heard some people form the volleyball team will come." Hayakawa knew her friend pretty well to understand the goal of her actions, she was almost certain her friend developed a tiny crush on the team's captain.

"Are you for real?" the hazel-eyed girl deadpanned. "I mean...It wouldn't hurt to come, right?" The curly girl smiled.

"Alright, do they have any socials? I'd like to check them out first." And so Mutsu grabbed her friend's phone to type in the username.

#haikyuu #shiratorizawa #semi eita #ushijima wakatoshi #band au #haikyuu fanfiction

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toastyblackcat · 1 year ago

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thinking abt suna rintarou who owns a little piercing/tattoo place nd next door is the hairstylist place terushimas training at anyway

bonus points is that semi uses both places amen see the vision gang

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prick-love-for-arting · 2 years ago

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Hi, I'm doodling gov workers band au and I need to share this before it leaves my head so I can hold myself accountable to draw it since I don't have time right now.

Omimi looking typically prim and proper before the band's first time performing and Semi messing up his hair or rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to try to make him look at bit more like he's in a rock band and not going to a meeting. It's a moment.

That's it, that's the whole thought

#haikyuu!!#not art #ren omimi #semi eita #semimi? osemi? idk how you would mash their names together for this purpose #government workers band au

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shokobuns · 7 months ago

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i asked you a question, i wanna know why!

why'd you have to make that record 'bout me?

song about me.

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

genre: romcom, some angst, smut in a wayyy later chapter (18+)

tags. band au, college au for a bit, chemical engineering major!reader, marketing major!kuroo, marketing major!kenma, lead singer!reader, drummer!shoko, bassist!getou, guitarist!utahime, ex fling to lovers, satosugu roommates, shokohime roommates/lovers, bokuaka, gojo is filthy rich, msby black jackals vs. schweiden adlers arc, kuroo is desperately looking for employment, small olympics 2024 arc w/ guest stars, kenma loves roblox, suna is locked into his lover

PAIRING(S): miya atsumu x f!reader, brief trashy!semi eita x f!reader ft. oc named mika x suna rintarou, shokohime, bokuaka, and satosugu if you squint

updates: ongoing series! monday, wednesday, friday (hopefully this is consistent)

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masterlist

[apt. 202b + roaches] / [samu's kittens]

pt. 0 — sunday morning / pt. 1 — sweet nothing / pt. 2 — jumpscare / pt. 3 — situationship… / pt. 4 — gaydar / pt. 5 — count your days. / pt. 6 — short king showdown / pt. 7 — survive the killer / pt. 8 — radar! / pt. 9 — the oomflympics / pt. 10 — shit ur pants / pt. 11 — care / pt. 12 — untitled

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kawoala · 29 days ago

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﹒◜、 𝒰𝒩𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟 𝐸𝑀𝒜𝐼𝐿𝒮 semi eita ; graduation

word count: 673 content warning: third person pov, overthinking, pre-graduation, established relationship; reader + semi, ushijima & tendou appearance, fear of the future.

There’s a weight pressing down on her stomach. One might think it’s because of the feeling of impending doom she has as her mind drifts to university for the umpteenth time today. One could also speculate— or, rather, observe— that it is caused by Semi’s head resting on the plush skin of her torso, eyes closed, basking in the sunlight. Her breathing is labored, but she refrains from saying anything, too afraid to ruin the moment that could be gone in mere seconds.

Semi is humming some song she’s never heard of, the melody floating away with the wind as it blows against their faces. Her eyes, too, fall shut now, relaxing against the soft grass beneath her.

Beside the pair, Tendou is talking Ushijima’s ear off, ranting on about how hard his Biology class is and how bad he wants to drop it. She can’t help but laugh softly at the way he words things— Tendou has always been the funniest friend. She’s going to miss him when they all graduate.

Graduation. Her mind, once again, falls back to the topic. An unintentional sigh slips out of her mouth and she cracks her eyes open, letting her head loll to the side to look at Semi and her friends. They all have smiles on their faces. It’s a beautiful sight— one she’s probably not going to see after graduation. Her gaze drifts to Semi and she smiles sadly.

She once made him promise that they wouldn’t break up just for university, but now that it’s getting closer to that date, she can’t help but think about their careers. He wants to be a musician, and she thinks that he’s fully capable of doing so, but there’s an everlasting thought festering in the back of her mind— what if she’s holding him back? What if, because of her, he doesn’t reach his full potential?

Semi shifts on her stomach, turning his head to look at her, and her mind goes blank. He opens his eyes, taking a few seconds to blink away the darkness that he was just in, then smiles at her. “Hey,” he whispers, voice a little raspy and heart meltingly soft, and she giggles a little bit at him. He furrows his brows playfully. “What?”

She brings a hand to his head, raking her fingers through the soft silver locks and exhales dreamily. “Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.”

“You’re a cornball,” he laughs out, pushing himself up on his elbows. She gets a sense of relief once the weight is gone and briefly wonders if that’s an analogy for something. “We should probably get back to class before the principal comes looking for us again.”

She hums, nodding. She looks over at Tendou and Ushijima and snickers at the scene. Tendou, now perched on his knees, explaining a story and talking with his hands way too much, and Ushijima, listening intently. “I still can’t believe Ushiwaka skipped class with us.”

Semi snickers, too, and shakes his head. “He had to ask Mr. G first. And, of course, Mr. G let him.” He turns to her, an unimpressed look on his face. “Ushiwaka is, like, his favorite student.”

The other two now take notice of their staring and realize that it’s time to go back to class. The four of them stand up at the same time, wiping the grass from their clothes and trying to look presentable.

As they make their way back to the classroom, Semi jogs up to her and interlaces his fingers with hers, bending down to place a quick peck on her forehead. “You ready to graduate? Two more days.”

“Yeah,” she answers, hesitant and quiet. She looks down to the ground, watches her strides trying to keep up with Semi’s. Her brows furrow. Is she going crazy? Is everything supposed to mean something else these days? She sighs, quick and almost inaudible. “Are you ready, Semi?”

He thinks for a moment, but ultimately nods, flashing his signature million dollar smile. “I think I am.”

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skrunklyshrimp · 8 months ago

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Favourite regular - Semi E.

You, a new business owner, becomes close with your new favourite regular, Semi Eita. Coffee shop AU

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers for their jobs!

Notes: Thank you @cheshanoneko-draws for the image! Also I rushed the ending a bit, so if it seems a bit lackluster that's why! 5545 words!

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“Finally I’m able to go home on time. I haven’t practiced guitar in a while.” Semi Eita mutters to himself. He’s had to work overtime for the past few days, sleeping in the office. By the time he eventually reaches the bus stop, the bus has already passed. “I want coffee.” he sighs and looks at the nearby stores, to his surprise a new coffee shop has opened.

Ding, ding.

The familiar sound of the door cracking open gains your attention. You look over to see someone in a suit with ashy blond hair and tired demeanor, the thing that catches your attention the most though being his beautiful brown eyes.

“Welcome to the shop! What can I get for you tonight?” You ask the man as he approaches the counter.

“A medium coffee, black please.” He requests.

“That will be 350 yen please.” You wait as he digs around his pockets.

“Shit I only have 300, just make the coffee small.” The man sighs.

“Don’t worry about the 50 yen, it’s on the house. After all, you're one of my first customers.” You quickly say, feeling bad for the poor man, he probably just came back from a long day at work.

“I’ll pay you back, I promise, er,” He squints his eyes trying to see your nametag, “(L/N). I will pay you back (L/N).”

“Please don’t worry about it, like I said it’s on the house.” You respond, pouring out his coffee. “Make sure you get rest today, I can tell you had a long day.”

The man nods while grabbing his drink and walking back outside to the bus stop. You sigh and lean against the counter after a long day at work, after you’ve taken a rest you get back up to finish cleaning.

“I had to sleep in the office again!” Semi complains while kicking a rock on the street. “I’m gonna have to call the band to cancel again. Damn it!” He wails in anger. “I need another coffee.” Sighing, he starts heading to a familiar shop.

Ding, ding.

“Welcome- oh it’s you from the other day!” You say, happy to see a possible regular.

“You remember me?” He questions,

“Of course I do! I try to remember all my customers, they’re all special to me and this shop.” You gleefully say, “Now a medium black coffee again?” He nods at your statement before adding,

“As well as two of those croissants please.” He requests.

“Your total is 1030 yen.” You answer, grabbing his two croissants as he looks around in his pockets.

He hands you 1100 yen, grabbing the croissants you were holding. “Here, keep the change. I told you I’d repay you one day.”

“Wait! I can’t take extra money from a customer, here let me get your change.” You hurry to grab the cash out of the register only for something to be shoved into your mouth.

“I told you I’d repay you. Don’t mind getting me another croissant.” He smiled at you.

You pull the croissant out of your mouth, “You didn’t have to do that. Anyway, if you don’t have anywhere to be, would you like to sit and chat while we eat?” You ask as you start brewing the coffee.

“I don’t have anywhere to be, it would be a pleasure to eat with you.” Semi responds.

It’s funny, Semi thought. He wanted to go home, have a beer and sleep the night away, but here he is waiting for you to finish making his drink so the two of you can chat.

“Here you go, uh…” The realization hit you, “Oh my god I don’t even know your name! I’m so so sorry.” You apologize for your lack of manners but he just laughs.

“You’re kind of a clutz, I guess that’s what attracts people to you.” He says, grabbing his coffee, “My name is Semi Eita.”

“Have a seat anywhere Semi, I’ll join you after I make myself a drink.” You tell him, starting to prepare your own drink.

As Semi sat down in a booth he realized that the coffee shop was extremely clean, even if it was around closing time. This leads him to wonder if you get many customers. He wondered why people wouldn’t want to come. There’s you with a friendly personality, the beautifully decorated interior and the delicious pastries.

“Sorry it took a little long to make my drink.” You take a seat across from him. “So, Semi. Where do you work? You always seem so tired.” You wondered.

“I’m a civil servant, I mainly work with taxes and stuff. It’s a busy season right now.” He sighs and takes a sip of his coffee, “I also play in a band as a side gig.”

“You’re lying right?! That’s so cool!” You exclaim, “Being in a band, even as a side gig, is such a huge thing! What instrument do you play? Or are you a vocalist?” You bombard him with questions, flustering him a bit.

“I play guitar, but since it's a busy season I’ve been canceling practices with the other members.” He awkwardly laughs. “You should come watch us play one day, I promise we’re not the worst.”

“I’ll watch no matter what! Supporting small bands or businesses is something I’m completely fine with doing. Probably because this coffee shop is a small business so I understand what they may be going through.” You answer.

“I’ll continue to support your business.” He says while standing up. “It’s my que to head out now, the bus should be passing by any minute now. Thank you for this chat (L/N). Next time we’ll talk more about you.” Semi began to run out to his bus stop.

Sighing, you start to clean off the table the two of you were sitting at, changing the sign at the front from open to closed. Today you didn’t get many customers, but that’s the business world, some days will be slow. Flicking off the lights you grabbed your keys and started walking home.

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“SemiSemi!” A particular annoying voice calls out to Semi.

“What’s up Tendou. Oh? You came with Ushijima too?” Semi states, seeing Ushijima wave as Tendou jumps up and down in the air, getting Semi’s attention.

“That’s right! Ushijima had a free day today so he was able to come with us.” Tendou says, “Also here, freshly made chocolate!” He throws a bag of chocolate at Semi.

“I don’t get any?”

“Oh Goshiki. I didn’t realize you were coming too.” Ushijima says.

“Yeah, I managed to find time between games and classes.” Goshiki responds, “Also Shirabu is supposed to be coming as well.”

“We may be missing the majority of the team but it’s like we’re all still here together.” Semi reminisced about the time they had ditched volleyball practice to visit a shrine together, now years later they’re visiting the same shrine.

“Don’t act like they’re dead, Semi. All of them are very much alive.” Shirabu says, making his late grand entrance.

“You look dead inside. How’s med school treating you?” Semi asks, looking Shirabu up and down.

“Whatever it’s not like you look any better!”

“That’s enough you two, do you have to have me step in like back then?” Tendou says, slugging his arms over their shoulders.

“I never want to see anything like that ever again please Tendou.” Goshiki shudders at the memory.

“Let’s head up then.” Ushijima says, walking ahead of the group.

You decided to head up to the shrine to pray for good fortune, with bills racking up it looks like you might go under soon. After praying you wonder where to go next. You can’t open the shop since it’s a holiday, you can’t buy anything since you don’t have money, all your friends are with family right now. You sigh.

“(L/N) is that you?” You hear a voice call out to you, surprised you turn around to see Semi looking at you. He was wearing some jewelry with a darker colour scheme, paired with a fur coat on top.

“Who’s this Semi? Did you find a date and not tell us!?” A red haired person panics behind him.

“No this is (L/N), they own a coffee shop around the bus stop I take to go home. I went in one day and I keep visiting, I’m a regular there.” Semi explains the situation to his friends.

“Nice to meet you!” A black haired man extends his hand, “I’m Goshiki, nice to meet you (L/N).”

“Goshiki you just said the same thing twice.” An olive haired man says before approaching you, “I’m Ushijima.”

“My name is Shirabu, I’m actually the closest with Semi out of everyone here.” The man with sandy hair waves at you as Semi rolls his eyes.

“And last but not least I’m-”

“You’re Tendou Satori!” You exclaim. “Your chocolate is so popular, I’m actually a huge fan of your work and I hope you continue to show how you make chocolate! Seeing you motivated to follow your dreams as a chocolatier actually inspired me! “ You laugh awkwardly, seeing as how you’re bombarding the man. “I hope you expand your shop, I’d love to taste some chocolate here instead of traveling all the way to France.”

“Man I didn’t get to do a big introduction, but I’m glad I’ve got a fan! I might try expanding here, depends on how I feel. Alas,” He dramatically places a hand on his head, “if only I had known you were going to be here, I would’ve brought extra chocolate.” He sounds guilty over the fact that he wasn’t able to give his, probable, number one fan anything.

“No no don’t worry about it! I’ll buy your chocolates one day but I kinda can’t afford anything right now haha.” You joke around.

“Since you’re here, want to join us for the day?” Semi asks, shortly realizing you might be with someone, “If you’re not with anyone now that is.”

“I’m not here with anyone. I’d love to join you all but I can’t really buy anything.” You say awkwardly. Semi looks at you with a frown.

“Then I’ll pay, consider it appreciation for how kind you are to me whenever I come into your store.” Semi says, not allowing you to say anything else as he drops his arm over your shoulders. “Where are we going next guys?”

“Did not think we’d be here. Do you even know how to skate Goshiki?!” Semi yells at the poor boy.

As the group was walking around town Goshiki and Ushijima wanted to try going skating, the entire group agreed except for Semi. Why did only Semi disagree? Semi didn’t know how to skate and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“To answer your question Semi, when I was younger my mom wanted me to go pro with skating, but eventually I got into volleyball and skating became a hobby of mine.” Goshiki answers, shocking almost the entire group.

“It looked like you had prior experience so I’m not surprised. It’s odd.” You say getting the attention of everyone, “I find that depending on whatever sport you’ve participated in changes the way you walk or act. Like Goshiki you walk like a volleyball player but there's this hint of elegance behind it, you must have been a figure skater.” Goshiki looked at you, jaw to the floor with your accurate assumption of the sports he partook in.

“Woah (L/N) you’re super good at analyzing people, were you some sort of sports manager back in high school?” Tendou asks, surprised by your knowledge.

“Nah, I’ve just liked looking at people from afar.” You say before realizing how wrong that sounds, “I mean not in the creepy way! Like in a sort of observation way. It’s interesting seeing how people interact with someone they like or dislike. Or if they’re having a bad day or not.”

“I suppose that makes sense. I don’t get it though.” Ushijima says finishing tying up his skates.

“Everyone good to go on now?” Shirabu asks. He was waiting on the ice for a while as the majority of you struggled with getting skates on.

Everyone gets on the ice slowly but surely. Shirabu and Goshiki start skating and trying to one up the other, Tendou and Ushijima skate around trying to get used to the feeling, as you try to get Semi on the ice.

“I don’t know how to do it, I think it’s better if I sit this out.” Semi says, his body shaking from nerves.

“Don’t be like that! You could have a fun time without knowing it, just hold on to the railing and I’ll be right beside you the whole time. I promise.” You try to convince him, holding out your hand to assist him onto the ice.

Still shaking, Semi grabs your hand and slowly gets onto the ice. While trying to get his left food onto the ice he trips over the bar and falls forwards a bit. Since you weren’t expecting the sudden force you fall down backwards, still holding hands with Semi dragging him down on top of you.

“I’m so sorry (L/N)!” Semi says, getting off you and sitting against the side. “I told you I should’ve stayed on the side.”

“Don’t be sorry, we’re having fun aren’t we! Look, you're on the ice now.” You cheer him up.

“Look at the lovebirds over there.” Tendou whispers to Ushijima, to which he nods in agreement.

“Thank you for today, as well as walking me home, Semi.” You thank him.

“It’s no problem really, and I should thank you for teaching me how to skate.” He laughs at himself. There were a lot of times where he fell and accidentally brought you down with him but you were right, he had a lot of fun.

“Be safe on the way back to your place, Semi, and make sure to not push yourself. I’ll see you around my favourite regular.” You tease him before shutting the door, leaving the poor man blushing madly.

“I’m your favourite huh.” Semi whispers to himself before walking away. “Damn it I should’ve asked for their contact info!” Semi realizes it’s too late to go back and ask.

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Ding, ding… Ding, ding… Ding, ding… Ding, ding…

Maybe it was the prayer from the shrine or your promotion got popular but you’re backed up in your shop today. Constantly taking orders, making pastries, and cleaning.

“Excuse me but why is it only you working? You should get another hire.” A random customer rudely says to you, to which you brush off. Up until today you weren’t able to afford really anything, but if business continues to be as busy as it is now things will get better.

“Oh, Semi! Welcome, I'll help you in a minute. I just have three more coffees to make before taking your order. Wait, you're getting a black coffee and croissant again right?”

“You’re right but it looks like you’re swarmed, want some help (L/N)?” He offers, “I’m not good with making coffee or pastries but I can take orders and clean tables. Something to take your mind off stuff.”

“An apron should be in the back, grab that and put it on. Thank you, Semi.” You say, smiling happily as you bring out orders.

“(L/N) we’ve run out of cupcakes!” Semi shouts at you.

“Give me a minute I’m putting frosting on them!” You yell back, quickly finishing the sweet treats and bringing them out to him. “I’ve got to make more dough, you got the front counter?” You ask, to which he nods.

Flipping around the sign from open to closed was the best feeling today. Both you and Semi Eita collapse on the ground.

“You really need to get another hire.” Semi pants out, his sweat dripping on the floor.

“Thank you for helping out but, didn’t you have work today? I didn’t keep you right?” You sit up, guilty for making him late.

“Actually I didn’t have work, I have the next 2 weeks off. I’m visiting France tomorrow to see Tendou.” He explains, sitting up with you.

“Tell him I said hi!” You excitedly say, “We should start cleaning this up so we can head home though.”

“Agreed.”

So the two of you spend the next 45 minutes prepping the pastry batter for tomorrow, cleaning the machinery and the tables, and taking out the trash.

“I’ll see you in a week, Semi.” You say, smiling.

“Eita.”

“Huh?” You ask, confused.

“Call me Eita, not Semi.” He answers, smiling back.

“Then, call me (Y/N).” You wave goodbye to Semi and head home. Even if he was a regular, a friendship has blossomed from it.

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Semi sighs as he plops down on his bed, after being dragged around by Tendou for the entire week he needed a good night's rest. He went to many tourist attractions, he even went to a few bakeries around and, he has to admit, their baked goods were really good but it couldn’t compare to yours. Luckily enough he managed to snag some of Tendou’s chocolate before it all sold out. He thought to himself that he should give you some before drifting off into sleep.

Knock knock.

“Ughhhh…” Semi groans into his pillow, looking up at his clock he notices he’s only been asleep for 3 hours.

Knock knock!

Sighing Semi stands up and heads towards the door to answer whoever may be knocking.

“Welcome back Semi!” Two voices call out while confetti flies into his face.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Semi goans, seeing both his underclassmen standing at his door.

“We knew you went to France so we decided to welcome you when you came back home!” Goshiki says.

“Yeah, and we were wondering if you got us any souvenirs..” Shirabu says, eying down Semi.

“No.”

“What! Why not!?” Both of them exclaim at the same time.

“I’m just messing with you two, but did you both seriously have to come visit me the day I get back?” Semi asks while inviting them inside.

“It was the one day our schedules aligned so we could come together.” Shirabu answers, plopping himself down on the couch.

“Have you eaten yet Semi?” Goshiki asks.

“Nah, like I said I just came back and I immediately fell asleep.”

“Then if you don’t mind, let me make something!” Goshiki insists.

“Knock yourself out.” Semi answers, joining Shirabu on the couch.

“So you didn’t get souvenirs for just us right? Did you get some for (L/N)? What about Ushijima?” Shirabu bombards Semi.

“Well, Ushijima is rich as hell and you know it. He visits France all the time to see Tendou. I also didn’t get anything for (L/N).” Semi lied through his teeth. What he found which reminded him of you was a mug that highlighted your kind personality. He also found matching keychains for both you and his underclassmen.

“I don’t believe you but you can spout whatever you want. Start the TV so we can watch Ushijima play.” Shirabu complains.

“Shit he’s playing today? I thought that was tomorrow.” Semi says, turning on the TV just in time to see Ushijima spike a ball, gaining a point. “Damn that still gives me chills to this day.”

“Yeah Ushijima is super cool. I can’t believe how competitive I was with him back in high school.” Goshiki, embarrassed with himself, says while walking out with a tray of sandwiches and tea. “The tea just got poured, be careful.”

“I was surprised all those years ago when Tendou said he wasn’t going to go pro. I thought for sure he was.” Shirabu says, reminiscing about the past.

“You’re not one to be sappy, what's wrong with you.” Semi stares him down.

“Med school has been getting to me, what can I say?” Shirabu sighs. He takes up a cup of tea and sips it to only spit it back out.

“It’s hot isn't it?” Goshiki stares at Shirabu angrily.

“Yeah it is.”

“Maybe you should’ve listened to me.”

“Stop staring at me like that!” Shirabu yells back jokingly.

“Now, now, you two don’t make me call Tendou, you do know it's early in the morning for him.” Semi says, trying to stop the fight between the two. The two instantly stop bickering.

Back in high school there was once a fight between underclassmen around 2am. Tendou, who was woken up by this fight, managed to strike so much fear into the poor students to the point where they resigned from the volleyball club.

“Let’s just cheer on Ushijima, yeah?” Semi asks, to which the two boys nod their heads.

Semi sighs, glad to see his underclassmen but also glad that they’ve left. Goshiki, bless his heart for making food and drinks, choose the wrong tea, making caffeinated tea instead of uncaffeinated. Semi took this as a sign to fully unpack and clean the house, to get rid of some energy of course.

“Oh that’s right.” He mutters to himself, picking up the bag of chocolate that he bought for you.

See there was a little event that happened in France. Semi had stopped by a bakery and they had chocolate croissants and they were irresistible. That’s when he had an idea, he decided that when he came back he would try to make chocolate croissants for the both of you. He spent a good two hours asking Tendou how to melt it, how to properly drizzle the chocolate, pretty much every question in the book. Now it was the time to put all the knowledge he gained to use.

He burnt 2 batches, one of which was still raw on the inside. Thankfully his last chance at making a batch turned out perfectly. He quickly drizzled the chocolate on top, letting it sit. Thus your big souvenir from France was made.

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Knock, knock.

“(Y/N)? Are you home? You should be off work at this time.” Semi asks, waiting for you to open the door, he has all your souvenirs in a gift bag. You rush to open the door.

“Eita, I’m so glad you’re back, I missed you!” You exclaim, jumping up and hugging him.

“Woah be careful! I bought you some gifts and one is fragile!” Semi says, placing one hand around your back to stabilize the two of you.

“You didn’t have to, after all I’m not as close as you are with your other friends.” You pout, gently letting yourself off of him.

“Well I wanted to get you something. Mind if I come in?” He asks, to which you oblige.

Semi walks in and places his gift bag on the table, you followed him shortly behind. He then pulls out three different wrapped gifts, each being a different size. You frown.

“Did you have to wrap them all?”

“No but I thought it would be a nice gesture.” He says handing the smallest gift to you first. “Open this.”

You smile, gladly pulling apart the wrapping to see a cute coffee keychain.

“They had four different colours of the coffee, so I bought all of them. Gave one to Goshiki and Shirabu and kept one for myself.” Semi says while pulling out his phone to show the cute green coffee cup hanging from it. “Here’s the second one.” He says handing you the next gift, which was the medium sized one.

“Thank you so much Eita, don’t forget to tell Goshiki and Shirabu that I’d love to hang out with them again!” You say, smiling at the fond memory of the two. “Alright let me open this bad boy!” You say while ripping off the wrapping.

It was a mug, a beautiful one at that. It had your name on the side of it with beautiful designs covering it.

“I got it at a small business, I specifically requested your name.” He says, smiling sheepishly. “Do you like it?”

“Of course I do!” You respond almost immediately, running to the kitchen sink to wash it. “I’ll drink something out of it later. Now what’s the last gift!” You say while making grabby hands towards Semi.

“Here.” He hands you the last one, a slight hue a pink covering his cheeks.

You pull off the wrapping to see a container with croissants in it.

“French croissants? From a bakery?” You look up to him confused.

“I actually made the croissants myself, the chocolate though is Tendou’s chocolate. I melted some down and drizzled it on top, I also have a bag of them if you want it plain.” Semi says, giving you a big smile, “Let me know how they taste, yeah?”

“Eita..” You flush. He specifically remembered how you wanted to try Tendou’s chocolate, and he knew how much you liked pastries so he went out of his way and made you chocolate covered croissants. “Thank you, even if you were a regular at first, we definitely have blossomed into something more.”

Now it was his turn to blush.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𖹭 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Ding, ding.

“Welcome!” An unfamiliar voice calls out to Semi. Looking to where the voice came from he notices a teenage girl instead of you. “What can I get for you?” The girl asks, smiling up at him.

“Is (Y/N), er, (L/N) here?” He asks, only for her to shake her head.

“(L/N) is sick right now so my mom asked me to take care of the store for them. I’m alright with it because when this place gets business I’m gonna apply here and work!” The girl says enthusiastically, “So are you gonna order anything?”

“I’ll take a medium green tea and soup to go please.” He answers.

Knock… knock… knock..

“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Semi asks, giving time between each knock of the door. Eventually the door swings open, scaring him.

“Eita what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” You ask in a daze, both from confusion and from your sickness.

“Firstly it’s the weekend, all I have is my band but we’re not practicing until later, secondly, I don’t want you to stay sick. Go inside, I'll warm up your soup.” Semi says, slightly shoving you back inside your house with ease.

“Oooookayyy, I’m going to the couch.” You point in the direction you’re going before sluggishly making your way there.

Locking the door, Semi lets himself in and heads straight for your kitchen. He brings out a pot and puts the soup inside, letting it boil. While it’s heating up he pours some tea out for you, kept warm by a thermal cup.

“(Y/N), here drink some of this.” Semi asks, placing the cup of tea next to you, after you not moving for a while he asks again for you to drink some. This goes on for a while before he’s fed up and takes the cup and holds it to your lips.

“Open your mouth a bit, I’ll pour some in for you to drink.” He smiles as you oblige, slightly opening your mouth allowing for some liquid to get in. “I’ll be right back with some soup for you.” He gets up and heads back to the kitchen.

As he’s out of view your cheeks turn a light pink, realizing what Semi had just done. Grabbing a pillow you lean your head down comfortably onto it.

“Have you eaten anything at all today? You shouldn’t get sick from lack of food.” He mutters, gently brushing some hair off your face only to realize you fell asleep. “I’ll put the soup in the oven to keep it warm.” He says standing up and grabbing the bowl.

After putting the bowl into the oven he notices the dishes that were left, wanting to make things easier he begins washing them. Just then the realization hit him, his face turned red as a tomato, he was acting as if you two were a married couple. For a good minute that was the only thing he could think of, getting very flustered.

Eventually you fell asleep. Not wanting you to sleep on the couch he picks you up and tries finding your room.

“(Y/N), is it this one?” He whispers, as to not stir you up too much. You groan yes in response. He gently places you down onto your bed, grabbing some blankets to place on top of you. He quickly runs downstairs to grab a glass of water in case you’re thirsty when you wake up.

“(Y/N).” He mutters to himself, “Am I in love with you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა 𖹭 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“After talking with the council, Semi you definitely like (L/N). Definitely in a romantic type of way too.”

“The fuck is the council?? You just asked Shirabu and Tendou their opinions, didn't you Goshiki.” Semi angrily says.

“You should try making a move Semi. Now I have to go, my practice starts soon.” Goshiki says before hanging up the phone.

Semi groans and composes himself before entering your shop. Looking around he doesn’t see you until he looks down to you on the floor scrubbing something.

“Oh! Eita, don’t mind me, one of the customers threw up on the floor.” You answer what was obviously going through his head.

“No get up, let me finish cleaning it up. You’ve probably had a long day.” He says before bending down and taking the cleaning supplies out of your hands.

“Thank you. Oh also! I get to have some time off, I found some new hires since business has been going well!” You say while taking off the puke covered gloves. “Since it’s not a busy season for you, we should hang out soon.”

“I have a show this friday. If you’d like to come, I can get you tickets.” Semi blurts out.

“Well now I can’t say no if one of the band members asks me!”

“I’ll send you the information afterwards, but now I’m gonna go wash my hands.” Semi says, placing the cleaning supplies down and walking away.

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“Woah.” Is all you can say when you see the venue. It’s quite small but still feels like a concert hall, it’s not too empty and feels homey almost. “Excuse me but where is this seat located?” You ask a person nearby.

“Oh you’re so lucky dear, that’s right in front!” The nice woman says. She directs you the right way, and you thank her.

She wasn’t lying, you were lucky. Front and center, you got the greatest view of the stage. You wait in suspense as the band members go on stage one by one until Semi walks up. Oh, is all you can think. His hair, his outfit, everything just made him so attractive.

The night went on, each song bringing a new edge, and finally after an hour the songs came to an end. Before anyone does anything Semi speaks up.

“My name is Semi Eita, I’m the guitarist for this band and I have an announcement to make.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “I’ve fallen in love with one of you in the crowd, I truly hope you know who you are.” He says as he holds up his phone.

That’s when it hits you, the phone wasn’t him ending the night in some punk way, it was a way of showing who he liked, that person being you. You were the only one in the crowd who had matching souvenirs with you, you were the only one who talked with him daily.

You walk outside with the rest of the crowd, circling around to the back door. You sigh as you think this through again. Semi, he was definitely more than a regular but, did you really want to pursue a relationship with him? He helped when you were in a time of need, he bought and made little souvenirs for you when on his trip to France, got you chocolates you’ve been wanting forever, and took care of you when you were sick. On the flip side though, you only knew him because he became a regular, you don’t even have any way to contact any of his friends. You sigh, deciding on your final answer.

You knock on the back door to see one of Semi’s bandmates answer.

“Yo, I can’t let you in here, sorry.” He says.

“I’m here to see Semi, he invited me to come here and I kinda need a ride back.” You laugh awkwardly as the bandmates' eyes widen.

“So it’s you, yeah? The one he likes, c’mon in.” He laughs and opens the door for you.

“Thank you for opening the door and thank you for telling me it’s me.” You wave and go on the hunt to find Semi.

You see out of the corner of your eye the door that says Semi. You slowly open the door to see Semi sitting with his head in his hands muttering about anything and everything, you hear a few ‘why did I do that’ and ‘god they hate me now’.

“Eita, don’t worry.” You hug him from behind, “If today was your way of asking me on a date, then I accept.”

#semi #semi eita #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #coffeshop #semi x reader #semi eita x reader #tendou satori #goshiki tsutomu #tendou #goshiki #shirabu #shirabu kenjirou #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #timeskip haikyuu

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struwberrii · 5 months ago

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semi headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here are some random general headcanons for semi eita my underrated king :3 (also pls it’s actually so hard to read this guys personality BEAR WITH ME!!)

look at this man and tell me he doesn’t play guitar

his notes app is literally filled with random lyrics and guitar riffs

also i can imagine him having a mac book and his photo booth app is just vids of him covering songs and playing guitar

it’s canon that tendou thinks his style kinda sucks so i imagine him just owning some of the most horrendous graphic t-shirts

likes taking walks in wooded areas and just listening to music and getting lost in thought

i feel like he would be the type of guy to make every conversation with someone he doesn’t rlly know too well super awkward

like the type of guy to say “you too!” when a server say enjoy your food

he gives me middle child vibes and i feel like he’d have an older brother who introduced him to cool bands and guitar

probably the type of guy to randomly get super philosophical

i feel like he’d be super gullible on certain topics too, like he probably believed a lot of those dumb internet shams for an absurd amount of time

would def judge your music taste silently then try to put you onto his favs

always in a bad mood/irritated but the second someone compliments him or is nice to him he’s wagging his tail

movie fanatic, he has seen every movie on the planet

i also feel like he’s 2011 older brother core, ykwim?

failing in school and knows he’s gonna have a hard time if he doesn’t get it together but has no motivation

beat up doc marten boots wearer

i honestly feel like he’d be kinda rude unintentionally and then be confused as to why people are calling him mean

also it’s canon that he’s in the lowest class at shiratorizawa so you already KNOW he’s a scholarship boy because no way he got in for those grades 😭😭😭

probably goes to the gym like twice a week because he forgets

spends literally 3 hours to do the simplest homework because every little thing distracts him

always smells like musky apples or rotten fruit for some reason

genuinely a chill person to be around if you understand his humor

pretends to play drums with his pencils on his desk

will stop talking mid conversation if he thinks of a good song lyric to write down

i feel like he would think he’s really deep and wise but he’s actually just kind of clueless 😭

mario kart champ

definitely the type of guy to get easily talked into doing stupid things like ufo hunting at 2 am on a school day

i actually imagine him to have a really deep and smooth singing voice (i could actually write a whole drabble abt band au semi)

probably has the worst diet ever, bro is eating leftover pizza for breakfast lunch dinner AND snacks

always thinking about his future but never doing anything to better his situation

has the comfiest sweaters but you’ll have to ignore the holes and questionable stains in weird places

type of guy to ruin your concert videos because his singing is so bad and off key

i also feel like his room would be really weirdly decorated, like he’d have a stolen stop sign up as decoration and then like holes punched in his walls and missing light bulbs

always has a lighter on him for some reason

also always has a headache

i feel like he’d also have a lot of instagram followers for some reason, like a couple thousand and he doesn’t even really post anything

the type of guy to constantly be thinking about how he could be doing better/more when his friends share good news and accomplishments with him

i feel like he’d have a pet lizard or frog yk :]

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chososangelbaby · 3 months ago

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POPSTAR FREAK!

SUNA RINTARO x FEM READER 🩶

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ᝰ.ᐟ IN WHICH Y/N, A FORMER STRIPPER BECOMES APART OF THE BIGGEST BAND EVER, FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER BAND MATE, SUNA RINTARO.

✧. ┊ ⁭ "i stayed with you when you brought me down to my lowest, and I left a different girl."

CAST FOR POPSTAR FREAK!

┊. Y/N L/N | 21 years old | THE LEAD SINGER | "NOW IM ON TOP OF THE WORLD AND YOUR NOT"

┊. SUNA RINTARO | 23 years old | VOCALIST/ GUITARIST | "IF IT WERENT FOR ME YOU WOULDNT BE HERE"

┊. JULIETTE R | 20 years old | SINGER /PIANIST | dating semi eita | "MY MIDDLE SCHOOL CHOIR LESSONS FROM A FAT PEDOPHILE ARE FINALLY PAYING OFF"

┊. SEMI EITA | 24 years old | SINGER/GUITARIST | dating juliette r | "YEAH WHEN I MAKE MY LYRICS IS MOSTLY ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND.."

┊. LEAH T. | 21 years old | SINGER| dating sakusa kiyoomi | "AT LEAST I DONT DO COCAINE"

┊. SAKUSA KIYOOMI | 25 years old | MANAGER | dating leah r. | "BEFORE I GO CAN I GET A KISS GOODNIGHT BABE?"

┊. MARIE S | 22 years old | SINGER/VOCALS | dating kageyama tobio. | "YEAH I LOVE MY BANDMATES STYLE BUT I ALSO GOT MY OWN SEPARATE STYLE"

┊. KAGEYAMA TOBIO | 25 years old | PROFESSIONAL VOLLEYBALL PLAYER| dating marie s| "I ALWAYS GET BUTTERFLIES WHEN I SEE HER PREFORM"

┊. OSAMU MIYA | 23 years old| DRUMMER| "WELL I STARTED OFF SLOW BUT NOW IM THE BIGGEST DRUMMER IN THE WORLD"

┊. TORU OIKAWA | 26 years old | LEAD SINGER FOR THE GUYS | "WHEN I DIE, IM GONNA BE A FUCKING LEGEND."

┊. ELIZABETH WOLFIE| 21 years old| OIKAWAS HOT MODEL GF | "I DONT CRY OVER BOYS, MY MASCARA IS TO EXPENSIVE."

┊. SCARLETT G| 31 years old| SUNAS EX GF WHO IS A MODEL| "HE KNOWS WHERE HE'LL COME BACK TO. AND HE'LL COME BACK TO ME"

+ some other characters <3.

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

WARNINGS

Ⅰ || I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU CHARACTERS! HARUICHI FURUDATE OWNS THEM.

Ⅱ || THIS IS A BAND/SINGER BOOK AU!

Ⅲ || PICTURES/SONGS USED IN THIS FIC ARE FOR THE AESTHETIC.

Ⅳ || THIS BOOK MENTIONS, ALCOHOL, ANGST, FLUFF, SMUTT, AND PROFANITY. AND HEAVY DRUGS.

Ⅴ || ALL WORK IS DONE BY ME, PLOT IS DONE BY ME.

Ⅵ || LASTLY MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND COMMENT! NO HATE WILL BE TOLERATED. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

chososangel book popstar freak wattpad link here! <3

CHAPTERS WILL BE LINKED HERE! ❥

PROLOGUE

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got a request? put it in :). make sure to check out the actual book on wattpad @chososangel <3! follow my instagram @riribratz_ for updates! enjoy this book 🪽songs in this books are for the band, not stealing songs, they belong to the original artist <\3 comment to be tagged in each post!

BY @chososangelbaby ™️

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rriinnnie · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER THREE: san

reach you | suna rintaro x reader

bandau!guitarist! suna rintaro x singer!reader

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“Rin is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of - I am sure of one thing - his and mine are the same”

WARNINGS: smoking, use of drugs, swearing, toxic relationship, nsfw, sex, vulgar and strong language, rehab, addiction, anxiety, mental illness, depression

WORDS: 2.9k

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“Tokyo?”

It was late in the evening when Eita called Osamu to meet him. That’s why they were now at the port of the town. Confusion and a sense of betrayal washed over Osamu after hearing the news from the leader. On the other hand, Eita seemed very calm about it. He stayed silent, looking over the horizon where the sun set.

“Do you have a lighter?” was all he said and without looking at the young boy he catched the lighter that was thrown at him. “Thanks man” he smiled and proceeded to light up his cigarette.

“What’s this all about old man?!” Osamu grew impatient, he didn’t understand a bit of what his older friend was telling him “Are you really gonna leave us behind?! And what about University?!” then a smacked fell on his head “HEY WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

“You jackass it’s about Rintaro not me, are you even listening to me?” now it was Eita’s turn to feel irritated - how could a person be so dumb, he couldn’t explain it. Then something clicked on the poor teen’s mind “what? Is Sunarin leaving for Tokyo?? And why is that?”

A moment passed, the puff of smoke that left Eita’s lips mixed with the cold weather of their hometown “Do you remember about that band Rintaro and I often hung out with? If i’m not mistaken they now go by the name of “NoMemories”” he explained “yeah what about them?” Osamu couldn’t see the point of it. “well about two years ago, they signed a contract with a big record company in Tokyo. Now it looks like they are about to have a huge debut”

“WHOA! THAT’S AWESOME! I’M SURE THAT IF WE CONTINUE LIKE THIS WE WOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE OUR DEBIT AS WEL-“ Eita interrupted him, now looking at his eyes “i don’t think that would happen ’Samu”

He felt guilty saying this but that’s how reality really was “Before the announcement of their debut, something happened and it seems like their guitarist left the group out of nowhere….”

“That’s why now they all hope Rintaro will join them”

The sound of the world shutted and everything else around him stopped.

Osamu couldn’t find the courage to speak any other words “This morning Mr. Prodigy went to Tokyo to meet up with the producers. He brought a taped recording of his guitar playing and of course they loved it, at the end of the day it’s Rintaro we’re talking about haha, that rascal. You had to see his face when they gave him the contract” Osamu was still in disbelief, eyes widened, his usually cheerful behavior was no where to be seen, he was trying to collect all these information - was Rintaro really gonna leave them? What about Revival? He was the one who formed this band and now he wanted to abandon them?

“wait a second Eita” his voice was flat, if Semi didn’t know any better, he would have believed that this was not Osamu “mhm? If you’re wondering if he already left, I assure you he hasn’t. He still has many things to figure out before moving. He’ll be back tomorrow morning don’t worry hahah” - why was he acting like that? didn’t this affect him even a bit? Isn’t he angry with Rintaro? Is he supporting him? Aren’t we gonna stop him? what side you’re really on Eita? This were the questions that haunted Osamu’s mind.

“I can’t accept it leader” he admitted, Eita looked over him, heavily sighing. Of course it was an uncomfortable situation to be in - he was well aware of that - but what should he do to fix this problem? Besides there was still a huge obstacle to break down and that was you.

Did Rintaro even tell you? If so how did you react?

“I know it feels surreal but-“ “WHAT IF WE ALL GO WITH HIM TO TOKYO LEADER? WE CAN GET PICKED UP BY PRODUCERS TOO!! AND FINALLY HAVE OUR DEBUT” - ohh how naive of Osamu to even think that. “sorry to break it to you but the one they chose is Rintaro not Revival. This will be a huge opportunity for him and I won’t let anyone ruin that for him. He deserves this opportunity. You know he always loved music. Playing the guitar has always been his passion and doing it in front of thousands of people would be a dream come true from him” - of course it gutted Eita but he loved his brother till death and was gonna do anything in his power to make him happy.

Eita have always wanted the best for Suna and he always knew that this guy had the potential to go far with his talent “……’Samu….” he whispered.

“…don’t you think his talent is wasted here?”

Yes, it was. Eita always viewed Suna like a trapped bird with beautiful wings. However those wings were clipped and couldn’t fly high to show everyone the beauty he had to offer.

Rintarō is a prodigy, everyone knew that. This was a one in a life time opportunity, they had to be happy for him and support him no matter what. Osamu sighed “You know…Rintarō firstly refused the offer because of Y/N…” Eita revealed “he said that if Y/N wasn’t there then he didn’t even need to think about it, he was gonna stay here with her. He said something like - “there’s no point in playing if my inspiring muse isn’t there ~ <3”” Osamu looked at his leader with disgust, almost throwing up “WHAT?!” Eita said confused

“please don’t imitate Sunarin anymore that doesn’t fit you at all” he stated but another smack was thrown on his head “I WAS JUST EXPLAINING TO YOU THE CONVERSATION I HAD WITH THAT BASTARD. I’m telling you all of this cuz i’m the one who convinced him to accept, so if you have to be mad at someone that is me. Leave Rinataro out of this”

“I’m not mad…whatever decision he will make i’m sure it’s the right thing to do but at the same this I can’t help but think about Y/N…

…Is Sunarin gonna dump Y/N?”

A sigh left Eita lips. He was as worried as Osamu about you. They all knew that you were attached to all of them and that Rintarō was your pillar, so with him leaving, your panick attacks will increase drastically - but Rintaro didn’t know any of this at the time, he didn’t know how much you suffered his departure. He left you just like your mother did.

“You know…you shouldn’t stick your nose into other people’s business” Eita lectured “BUT I WANT TO KNOW. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO HER?” “‘Samu, Y/N is a proper independent and mature woman, she can take care of herself. Besides they are both mature enough to decide about what they want to do with their relationship. If Y/N wants to leave with Rintarō, so be it. But at the end it’s her who has to decide and that punk knows it better than anyone else. Even if he wants Y/N to come with him he won’t ask her because he is just like this…he’s kind….he’s a good kid”

“Eita you’re so mature I think i’m falling in love with you” Osamu confessed but all he got was another smack “STOP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!” Eita angrily shouted “YOU’RE SO MEAN LEADER!!!”

“by the way ‘Samu, I have a gut feeling that she won’t follow him. She will stay to show him that she can rely on herself and achieve everything she needs even without him by her side so you ‘Samu better get started and go look for a new guitarist” he smiled and then left.

“But before that, prepare yourself to soothe our princess once the prince leaves.” Eita joked and waved at his friend without looking back. Even though y/n seemed strong she was still a frail girl in love just like others.

However a constant thought hunted Eita’s mind - did he do right thing by convincing Rintaro to leave? He knew better than anyone else that that kid suffered from anxiety and couldn’t live in the idol industry, but he wanted to believe in him - cuz he promised he wouldn’t rely on those substances anymore.

But promises are meant to be broken, right?

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[The same evening in Y/N and Rintaro’s home]

As Osamu and Eita were having the conversation, you were in Rintaro’s little wearehouse, crunched down on the cold floor hugging your legs together.

You observed the place.

“Y/N, I will be going to Tokyo”

Those words repeated on your mind like a broken CD. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

Last night you didn’t said anything to him in response and just fall of asleep with your back facing his figure. He sighed and before drifting to sleep he covered your naked figure and kissed your temple.

“Tomorrow I have to go and meet the producers in Tokyo, just some formality and shit, nothing has been decided yet. So don’t worry I’ll be back tomorrow morning, I promise” he whispered.

“I’m not worried at all because I know that despite you’re leaving to Tokyo, tomorrow you’ll be back into my arms. But what will happen when they will ask you to sign for them and won’t come back to me nymore?” you thought.

Yesterday events felt surreal. Why didn’t you say anything to him? You don’t know. Maybe deep down you were hoping that he would be rejected by the label and everything was gonna return back to normal. But you knew that was impossible. He was too good to be rejected and that made you hate him.

You started to cry.

You reminisced the day Rin told you his story. He never knew who his parents were, he just knew that they abandoned him at the front door of this not so big warehouse near the port and that a passersby coincidentally found him there and brought him to the town’s orphanage were he met Eita.

When he was telling you that he laughed. Laughed at the memories. Some might pity him but he did have a good childhood despite all. He was free and grew up faster than the rest of the kids. He started to smoke very early because he felt like an adult - he was only 12 maybe 11 at the time. He was savage, careless, blunt and everyday he found excuses to ran away from the orphanage just to sit at the front of the warehouse where he could observe the ocean.

He was around 5 when he found a guitar inside the storage room of the orphanage. From that moment on he developed such a strong bond with it and fell in love with music. Many consider him a prodigy, till this very moment. He didn’t need a teacher as he learned everything by himself as if he was born to play the guitar. Eventually he became so good at it that every night he played for the other kids before sleeping and even taught to a few of them how to play, even Eita.

When Eita was adopted he didn’t have anymore reasons to stay there and eventually moved into the abandoned warehouse. But he still usually payed visit to him and his new family - so often that his mother offered to adopt him but he refused.

He wanted his freedom.

He was and has always been a womanizer. But you couldn’t blaim him for it, because it is undeniable that he’s handsome but the reason why people fell for him was not only because of his looks but because of his gentleness.

In fact, despite the bored look behind his eyes deep down you all knew he was a kind boy. He always prioritized others problems before his like it was normal - it was his instinct. And you were one of the countless girls who fell for him. But the only one who catched his heart and locked it, making it yours. When he met you he felt like he didn’t need nobody else but you and that was it.

When he asked you to be his, it was in the middle of december, it was freezing as hell and snow didn’t seem like it wanted to stop any time soon, but both of you didn’t mind a bit, you were sitting on the port looking at the ocean which appeared as a soft white blanket.

Days after his confession he asked you to move in with him and even gave you a spare key to his place. In return you gave him a neckchain with a lock that had the same latch of his home. You locked it, like a seal.

That was the seal of your love.

But back to were we left, you were now gazing at the room.

Despite being equipped by few but essential fornitures, it still felt empty. Every thing that was placed there held a fond memory of you and him.

The couch was the first thing Rin picked for his place but now it was a bit damaged because of the numerous times you two slept there when he still didn’t have a bed - because he stated that he didn’t need one but when you moved in he decided to order a bed. However despite the countless times you slept there it didn’t feel warm anymore like it used to be.

It was on that couch that you and Rin spent endless nights gossiping about the more or the less such as the affairs between the pub’s slut and the mayor’s rich son - Rintaro even said that she tried to hit on him when he was still in high school but you didn’t belive him even a bit.

Then it was on that same couch he made love to you countless and sleepless nights, showing you how much he cherished you.

Then your gaze shifted at the table in the middle of the room. You still perfectly remember the first time you came in he just had one chair but eventually he added one for you. Everything he had, he duplicated it- just for you.

Then beside the entrance there was the plant you bought 3 weeks ago but it was slowly dying - you had never been someone who could take care of a plant - but the sight of it dying made you sad - would this have been the same end of your relationship with Rin? The thought sickened you.

On the walls he hung some posters of his favorite band and now you felt like they have been watching and judging you for the past 20 minutes. As you avoided their gaze your head turned to his electric guitar that was resting near his bed side and then just right on top of the bed you observed the scattered papers of his new song - was it selfish of you to hope that it was dedicated to you? Maybe, but what you didn’t know was the fact that he actually wrote if for you.

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It was already 12am, Rin left for Tokyo to meet the producers early that morning and was supposed to come back in 6 hours but he hasn’t contacted you since. You hated when he wasn’t there, hated the idea that he could live his life without you - the thought ate you alive. You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t even need him, that you were capable of living alone - because that’s how you grew up. Alone and abandoned.

His face flashed through your mind and the idea of him leaving you worsened your condition to the point where your heart started to beat faster than usual, your eyes couldn’t see anything but black despite being wide open, your body felt cold but at the same time you were dripping from sweat and as minutes passed by, your breath worsened to the point you thought that you were about to die.

Fuck

A panic attack

You tried to stand up and reach for your phone that was laying on the your nightstand. You had to call someone - Rin? no way he is probably busy or tired after his day and what were you expecting from him to do? He is literally in Tokyo, kilometers away from you. Osamu? that fucker has a heavy sleep, nothing could wake him up.

No choices, you had to call Eita.

Your vision started to get even blurry and as you were just a centimeter away from the phone, you felt your head getting dizzy.

black, silence, cold

That’s when you lost you conscious.

As you fall down on the floor your hand hit the nightstand.

Everything dropped.

Your phone.

Your cigarettes.

Your lighter.

And the framed picture of you and Rintaro broke down in pieces.

You were still laying unconscious down the floor when a pin echoed through the apartment.

- 12:24 am -

[ 6 new messages from: Rinnn <3]

Rinnn <3: I miss you so much princess. Be back in a few hours.

Rinnn <3: Got some good news from the company.

Rinnn <3: I know you’re mad at me but we’ll figure something out, like we always do.

Rinnn <3: Can’t wait to see you

Rinnn <3: guess my princess is asleep. Goodnight sleep well ~~

Rinnn <3: i love you <3

stupid Rintarō.

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Hope you enjoyed it!!!

Part 4 soonnn!!!

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