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devilsmenu · 9 months ago
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@youllalwaysbemyporcelain - Felicia & Tadashi
"Oh, hello, darling" Felicia purred once seeing Tadashi face and standing in front of him. "Didn't know you would be attending too".
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devilsmenu · 9 months ago
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"Oh, you don't need to, I have some friends around here and they can make me company" Felicia said with a shrug, not really needing for him to make her company at her retail therapy. "It was nice. I drank and visit the gem exhibition".
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"I don't shop for that kind of stuff, but I'm still happy to shop with you for that whenever. I like discovering different stores to go to. I've found several really cool items that way." He grins. "That sounds fun. And how was your Valentine's?"
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m-artsoul · 3 months ago
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03/09/24
LEVEL UP!
NOTE: first kiss feat. noob tsukki and the final boss yama
folders are labeled (from left to right): yamaguchi kei and tsukishima tadashi.
the text box says kiss me six times and continues on. hopefully i translated it correctly LOL!!
i used jackey font for the text.
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kemistre · 1 year ago
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εïз┊𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 — feat. tsukshima kei, sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi, tendou satori
synopsis. in which he hears you say you don't like him
— content warnings. angsty, crying, panic attacks — word count. 3, 559
εïз┊author's note. this is sad, this is angsty. some of these are way longer than they should be, but you're welcome for the food <3
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εïз┊t. kei
he was looking for you with yamaguchi by his side, his headphones around his neck as he glanced around for you, his hand in his pockets. he was going to walk you home, like usual. like the two of you had been doing since you met. ao, when he heard you say his name, his full name, from behind the corner, he stopped his friend with his arm, listening closely to what you were saying.
“tsukishima?” you questioned the friend you were talking to.
“no i don’t like him, he’s rude and just doesn’t work towards anything, it’s frustrating.” you scoffed, and as much as tsukishima didn’t want to admit it, he felt his eyes widen, his heart stopped for just a moment.
“i’m just around him because tadashi’s his friend.” yamaguchi’s mouth hung open, shocked at your words as he looked at his friend. tsukishima took a deep breathe before stepping out from around the corner, a deep scowl on his lips.
“good thing I don’t like you either.” he spoke, walking passed you and not looking back. he didn’t really know why he felt like punching something at that moment, you just walked home with him. you came to a few of his games and practices. there was no reason for him to be this upset. there was no reason for his chest to hurt so bad.
εïз┊k. tobio
he left the gym, going to fill up his water bottle that had been emptied for the second time that day. practice had been rough on the boy for a few days. for reasons unknown, he wasn’t feeling up to playing volleyball, which was completely unlike the kageyama tobio everyone knew. instead, he wanted to hang out with you. he didn’t know why. the feeling that arose in his stomach every time he talked to you was foreign, something he’d never felt before nor experienced. he’d done his research here and there though nothing helped his confusion on the matter.
but because of this same reason, he was avoiding you any chance he got. he wasn’t  ready to talk to you yet, because he knew, he just knew he wouldn't be able to form a sentence in front of you until he knew just why his stomach felt so…fluttery whenever he even looked at you. as he stood at the water fountain near the entrance to the school, he glanced to the side, not expecting to see you walking in his direction without realizing he was there. swiftly and quickly, he put the cap back on his bottle and sped to hide behind the large tree that hung over the water fountain, thankfully it was big enough to shield him from your sight. though much to his dismay, your friend had stopped by the fountain for a drink, making you stop and continue the conversation he’d seen you having from afar.
“i just can’t stand him, he’s so awkward.” you rolled your eyes, your hands smoothing back your hair. “and he’s just so obsessed with that sport, if he talks, it’s about volleyball!” you looked so frustrated. who were you talking about? was it someone on the team? kageyama didn’t really know if you were close with anyone else on the team. unconsciously, he leaned towards you, trying to hear as much as he could before you both left. your friend wiped the extra water off their chin.
“yeah, that does sound annoying. can’t you just tell him to stop?”
“well, i’ve thought about it. but even if i do tell him to stop, then he just wouldn’t talk at all.” as you and your friend began walking again, he almost thought about asking you who it was, until your friend spoke once more.
“poor kageyama,” they nudged your arm with their elbow, you could practically hear the grin in their tone. “his only friend talking shit behind his back, he’s lonely enough as it is y/n!” you scoffed, though soon grinned as well.
“i’m sorry he’s just so unlikeable! It’s impossible not to talk shit!” kageyama stood still. unmoving. looking at nothing but your back as you walked away, his eyes wide and mouth agape. what was this feeling he felt in his stomach? yet another unfamiliar feeling, though this one was more, painful, sickening, than the fluffy one he’d felt not too long ago. you were talking about him. not someone else. he was right here, listening to you say you didn’t like him. he was right there, and you didn’t know.
kageyama’s breathe sped up, his chest rising and falling anxiously as you faded into the distance. his first thought, a thought you would’ve probably hated, was to go get a volleyball. go play volleyball. get a volleyball. go, go, go. this thought swarmed through his head like bunches of little bees, and he hated it.
before he knew it, he was back at the gym, his water spilling from the grip he’d had on the bottle. the only thing he could see was that ball right in front of him on the gym floor, and not the people around him trying to help their teammate. “kageyama!” at the sound of hinata's loud voice, he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, staring at the finger while also realizing the amount of people that watched him. “you’re crying, kageyama.” hinata's voice lowered, a concerned tone overpowering the previous annoyed one.
kageyama raised a hand to his face, wiping at his cheek, realizing that yes, he had been crying. and for some reason, some unknown reason, he was now fully aware of the nauseous, painful, overbearing feeling in his entire body. and within seconds, he collapsed. kageyama tobio had never experienced love before. kageyama tobio had never experienced heartbreak before. and now, he’ll never experience either ever again.
εïз┊s. koushi
he had been on his way out of the school to go home on his day off from practice. a day he’s been looking forward to, not because he’s not going to practice, but because he finally gets to spend some one on one time with you. something you two hadn’t really gotten in a long time. he thought that maybe, just maybe this was the day  he finally asked you out. after months upon months of countlessly chickening out, his teammates somehow got him to agree to confess. he was a little more excited than he should’ve been as his eyes scanned the courtyard for you. you two had agreed on a meeting place so he could technically pick you up and you’d walk together! he really, really hoped everything would go smoothly. he had his whole confession mapped out, he prepared and practiced beforehand so he didn’t look like a complete buffoon in front of you, his only real crush since junior high.
he peaked around the corner of the school, a place he’d always been so excited for school ever since he met you. you made him want to learn even more, to grow so much more. he loved being there with you. as he peaked around the corner, he caught a glimpse of your hair, along with you and your best friend’s voice talking as best friends would. naturally, he didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he decided to simply wait by scrolling through his phone until your conversation finished to let you know he was there. and though he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, how could he not?
“i thought you liked him y/n?” “me? Like him? no way.” your voice was low, serious and harsh, catching sugawara off guard. “i thought he was like…the responsible friend of the group. someone who could be chill and not some chaotic fiend like his volleyball friends. he’s just as bad as them and it’s infuriating.” you scoffed, making a pit form in his stomach. who were you talking about? noya? tanaka? he thought you enjoyed everyone on the team.
“but suga’s so nice, you shouldn’t talk about him like that.” your friend's tone was a little more glum than expected and your response was nothing he’d ever think you’d say.
“hmm? i mean not really, he’s just really weird.” his breathing hitched, his heartbeat growing faster and faster by the second. he clutched his phone in his hand, eyes wide as he let the startling information settle in. you…didn’t like him? you didn’t like him. you thought he was weird.  you thought he was infuriating. you didn’t like him.
you couldn’t say that about him, that couldn’t have been you. maybe he mixed you up with someone else because you wouldn’t say that about him. he could’ve sworn you felt the same way. though the fact slowly but surely invaded each and every thought in his mind, making it spin as he left. he walked away, not exactly being able to think right at that moment. he didn’t know how long it took him to wander his way back to his house, his eyes never leaving the ground he walked on.
he opened his house's front door, going in and slowly shutting it as his forehead leaned against the hard wood. “y/n hates me…” though he whispered, the three words echoed through the empty house. soon his whole body weight shifted to lean against the door, his arms stealing himself, his knees buckling before him as he fell to the ground. tears upon tears spilled from his eyes, loud sobs coming from his now sore throat.
he hoped today would go smoothly, and he thought he came up with the worst case scenario. but this…this was truly the worst outcome he could’ve ever imagined.
εïз┊b. koutarou
he said his goodbyes to akaashi before practically running to the classroom you and he shared. today was your one year anniversary...only of being friends… but! it was still an anniversary he’d like to celebrate. he thought for a surprise he’d give a VIP pass to his next game! even if it was just a piece of paper he colored on, he still thought it would mean a lot. he was so ready as he walked up to the classroom door, which was just cracked, just a bit. as his hand brushed the handle to open it, he heard your pretty voice, so he thought he’d wait for you to come out instead, a giddy excited smile on his face, he couldn’t stand still.
“why are you still hanging out with bokuto, y/n? I thought he annoyed you.” his eyebrows furrowed, through his smile still remain.
“he does, he’s just, too much? his mood swings, his energy that never runs out. it’s too much, and yes, it is annoying.” his usual happy smile grew wobbly, unsteady as he felt his head began to pound.
“so, then cut him off, it’s simple.” you sighed.
“well how do i do that? i have every class with him, that would be awkward. i’ll just wait until we graduate, i could probably put up with him until then.” bokuto, despite everything he just heard, smiled. it wasn’t a pretty one, not anymore.
he gently held the VIP pass in his callous hand, looking down at it as his vision got blurry. tears fell off his cheeks, down to the pass he’d worked so hard to make. he tried so hard to make his writing legible, to make it colorful and pretty, just for you since he knew you liked colorful and pretty. before you could come out of the room, he made sure not to let you see him. he walked away, even if class was just about to start. maybe he could skip class, just this once. 
εïз┊a. keiji
he strolled throughout the school looking for you, though in no particular rush. he was a little anxious, a little scared to talk to you since once he did find you, he was going to tell you how he felt. something bokuto and konoha had been pressuring him to do for the few years he’d known you. he’d had a crush on you, liked you ever since he told you about his love for writing and reading. you’d supported him when he said he wanted to make a living from it, you smiled and said you’d read his books. that was probably one of his happiest and giddiest moments. he almost fell in love with you on the spot. usually, he was not one to trust people too quickly, but you were the exception. you made him feel so safe, like he was in the right place when he was by your side.
it was such an indescribable feeling he felt when he sees you smile, laugh, giggle, anything of the sort. your smile was contagious, your laugh as well. It was something he thought he’d never be able to go a day without. so, as he was just about to walk around the corner, he suddenly heard your laugh, your giggle and immediately stopped in his tracks as a lopsided smile appeared on his lips. and despite him wanting to be respectful and give you your privacy while talking to your friend, he couldn’t help but listen as he stood listening to your giggles.
“no, no! they’re actually pretty stupid. like the ideas themselves are terrible but then he’s actually worse at putting them onto paper.” akaashi’s smile turned into one of confusion. since when did you talk so harshly towards people? and he was even more confused that you weren’t talking to him about this, you told him everything. did someone make you upset? he could surely help you if you talked to him.
“is it really that bad?”
“it is, plus he’s just so quiet and he stares…a lot and honestly it’s really uncomfortable.” someone made you uncomfortable? suddenly he felt himself become more engaged in your conversation, wanting to figure out just who made you feel the way you did. was it someone in your class? it must have been, right?
“aww well that sucks, he was kinda cute too.”
“i mean, the looks go to waste when you have a terrible personality.” your voice got quieter as you and your friend began walking away. “i guess that just means akaashi will never get in a relationship cuz if  i don’t like him, no one will.” akaashi leaned against the wall, your voice playing on repeat in his head. you were talking about him? the whole time? he made you uncomfortable? he stared at you? he lacks personality? his writing was terrible, stupid..?
a sudden pain coursed through his chest as he dragged a hand over his slightly opened mouth, shocked and confused. his chest tightened, and although this anxious feeling was one he experienced quite often, this time it was for a reason he’d never been through before. and before he knew it, his vision blurred, his head grew fuzzy, and he felt…small. yiny and trapped inside the ways of his overthinking and pained mind. he was truly hoping to walk out of school with your hand in his. instead, he ran out, pained and crying. 
εïз┊o. tooru
he was wandering throughout the school, looking for you specifically. not only did he want you to come to practice and watch him since he knew you enjoyed seeing him play, but he just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. you were his first crush in a while, so it’d only make sense for him to want to be around you so much. yes, he does admit it’s a lot, but he just doesn’t want to lose you.
he was in an especially good mood today, not for any particular reason, he just…was so grateful to have you around. you were like the sun in his life, his beacon of light and hope he couldn’t get anywhere else. you made him feel like he was enough, that he’s done his best throughout his life. and truly, just seeing your smile was enough to brighten his day, being around you in general made his day so much better. he really didn’t know what he’d ever do without you. that was his last thought as he heard your voice coming from around the corner, the angelic voice he loved to hear every single day.
“oikawa?” he thought you knew he was there, but when you kept talking, he stopped where he stood. “that self absorbed jerk? what about him?” his genuine smile he’d had all day fell into a confused frown as he tried to process your words.
“i’m shocked you deal with him all the time.”
“yeah i know, he’s so clingy, and not to mention a volleyball obsessed arrogant narcissist, that’s it, i can’t stand him sometimes.” your voice rose without you knowing it, your friend that stood with you telling you to calm down.
oikawa’s pulse quickened, his breathing unsteady though he put a smile on his face once more as he walked around the corner. but this smile was one of a pure facade he’d perfected oh so long ago. “y/n-Chan~ i’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he laughed, giggled as he through an arm around your shoulder. though he heard you, loud and clear, he’d pretend he heard nothing. nothing at all because he knew his heart couldn’t handle the pain of letting you go so soon.
εïз┊s. kiyoomi
he walked throughout the crowded hallways, heading to volleyball practice like any other day. though, today was a bit different since you weren’t with him. usually you’d walk next to him, talking his ear off while he went to practice after school, but not today apparently. it confused him, worried him, but he wouldn’t say it outloud. it was as he was rounding a corner that he understood why you weren’t with him, you were leaning against the wall, holding your books, your friend talking to you about something. he didn’t want to be nosy, so he was just going to go around, it wasn’t any of his business. until he heard his name.
“sakusa? no, of course i don’t like him, he’s an asshole,” his eyebrows furrowed, you said it in such an obvious tone, it confused him. your friend agreed. was he rude? he didn’t think he’d ever been mean to you, so why? “and just between us, volleyball isn’t as cool as he thinks it is. i don’t know why he wants to do it professionally. it’s-”
at that point, he left. he didn’t need to hear anymore, he knew where you stood and he wouldn’t bother you anymore. it was an interesting feeling, because while he was angry, he was hurt and for the first time in a long time, he felt his vision get blurry, tears filling them to the brim. why would he cry for you? why did his heart just break in two? if you’d just waited a little longer, he might’ve gotten warmed up to you. showed you his soft, vulnerable side.
but now, standing on the court playing alongside a professional team, doing what he loved, he’s glad he didn’t show you anything. he’s glad he didn’t have you standing next to him, but he hopes you see him. see him on your TV and think to yourself, ‘wow, he did it.’ because now, he knew he didn’t need you. 
εïз┊t. satori
he pranced around looking for you throughout the dorms. you both were going to hang out and he was told to meet you near the entrance of the dorms. he was super excited because after a lot of thinking, he decided this would be the day he told you he liked you. you’d been friends for a while, about six months, and throughout those months, he grew to have a huge crush on you. you just treated him, normally. you weren’t freaked out by him like many others were and he was always grateful for that. because you were different.
but as he was about to round a corner, he heard your voice and his first thought was to hide and scare you once you turned around, he always he that to you, it was something that was just kinda a part of your friendship. so, he leaned his back against the wall, smirking to himself as you spoke with your friend, someone he’d never met but that was fine with him. “i should probably go, tendou will be here in a few minutes.” you complained, fed up and annoyed. it made him worry a bit, but he knew he could cheer you up, like all the other times!
“tendou? you still hang out with him?”
“yeah, for some reason i still do.” you sighed, and tendou’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion the only feeling in his body at that moment, his heartbeat speeding up just a bit. “he just..he just creeps me out. does that make sense?”
“oh yeah, of course it does, i’m pretty sure he creeps everyone out.” tendou’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the ground, a pit forming in his stomach, making him nauseous where he stood.
he couldn’t bring himself to listen to the rest of your conversation, instead just trudging back to his dorm room, his eyes never leaving the floor he walked on. looks like you weren’t different, not different at all.
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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years ago
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not fair - ch4
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in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...
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If you could’ve never returned to this place, you wouldn’t have. If you could’ve left it all behind, ran away from the thought of confrontation and explanation, honest to God, you would have. 
You waited it out as long as you could, made do with the things you had at Kei’s place so that you didn’t have to go back to that house, to the space you and Tadashi had once shared. It was annoying, sure, having to figure out how to function without any of your things, but it sure beat the alternative. 
You wanted to convince yourself that this was the rest of your life, living down the street from everything you’ve ever known and owned, but never making any attempt to bridge the gap. 
But you couldn’t survive like this, you knew that, not without your entire wardrobe and your laptop and all of the furniture that you could have considered yours. 
So, yes, if you could’ve never returned to this place, you wouldn’t have. And, absolutely, if you could’ve left it all behind, ran away from the thought of confrontation and explanation, honest to God, you would have, but unfortunately, that’s not how it works, this whole having an affair with your boyfriend’s best friend thing.
So you were there, begrudgingly, standing in front of the front door that you used to push through every single day without a second thought, the key weighing heavy in your pocket as you opted to knock instead because it wasn’t yours anymore with Kei in tow behind you to lift all of the things that you had no interest in moving and also just because you’re not sure you could have done it on your own.
When Tadashi answers the door, when you see him in front of you for the first time in two months you realize that maybe you’re not the only one that’s been sulking in dread since the moment you made these plans. He looks good, better than you expect him to look considering the circumstances, but maybe you just had low expectations.  
He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t acknowledge Kei behind you. He barely looks you in the eyes as he speaks, detached, but not nearly as annoyed as he has every right to be. “Most of your stuff is still upstairs except for the few big things in the living room and kitchen.”
You can see past him inside the house, can see everything in seemingly the same way that you left it, picture-perfect and undisturbed, but you don’t make any move to break the barrier, not even when he turns on his heel and nods towards the upstairs. It’s not until you feel a strong hand on your lower back, encouraging, but not pushing, that you snap out of your own thoughts.
“I’ll start on the few things in the living room and kitchen and you can get whatever you need upstairs. We’ll be out of here fast,” Kei assures, because he knows that you need some type of affirmation just to step inside the house. 
“Right.” 
You expect it to be this big feat, this huge mountain to conquer, stepping back into what was once all you knew, but it’s not. You step over the lip of the front door, carefully and cautiously, and when the tip of your shoe skids across the welcome mat, you feel no different than you did on the car ride over. You can still feel the tightness in your chest and your palms still feel clammy, but that’s it. 
There isn’t any realization that hits you as you walk into the living room, nor is there a huge revelation that takes over you as you peer up the stairs and imagine your old room just the way you left it. When Kei’s hand leaves your lower back, when you’re on your own in foreign grounds, you’re okay. It’s not this dramatic, overwhelming experience. It doesn’t have to be. 
It’s the same thing walking into your old bedroom. This task that you’ve been dreading for as long as it’s been set in stone, and even before, feels, dare you say, manageable. It’s not the same as how you left it. For one, the drawers to Tadashi’s dresser are closed neatly and his bag isn’t lying open on the floor with miscellaneous clothes hanging half out of it. But more than that, the bedspread is completely different down to the sheets and the pillowcases and the curtains are changed, the ones that you helped Tadashi pick out, and the entire room smells like him. This room is no longer a culmination of the two of you, it’s undeniably his just with the pieces that you left behind. 
“I would’ve packed it all up, but I didn’t really want to touch it,” Tadashi comments, sliding an empty box towards you as you approach your dresser.
He’s not lying. You notice, now, how your things are all untouched, strewn across your dresser in the same way that you left them before the fight: a bottle of fragrance with its cap on the other side of the dresser, an open moisturizer, a burnt-out candle, things that could have been tossed without a second thought that he couldn’t so much as push to the side. 
“No, yeah, that’s fine,” you reply, shaking your head as you start to clean up the mess you left all those months ago. 
It’s not a monumental feat, sure, but it is so disgustingly awkward. 
The room is quiet save for the sounds of scrapping furniture from the floor beneath you and the sounds of drawers opening and closing. You have nothing to say to one another anyway. No, that’s a lie. You both have things that are clawing at your throats, things that are fogging your heads so badly that it feels almost hard to breathe, but neither of you is saying any of them.
For you, it’s mostly apologies, better ones than what you left him with that night or what you left on his answering machine numerous times, ones that you’ve thought endlessly about, ones that you mean wholeheartedly even if he wasn’t to accept them, ones that are trying so hard to come out, but are trapped. 
You don’t know what it is for Tadashi, what’s going on in his mind right now, or why he looks so conflicted and distracted. You have a few guesses, inclinations that feel right given the situation you’re both in, but you don’t prod. You move in silence, slinking past him a few times before you notice that he hasn’t moved in a while, stuck in the same place with the same facial expression with the same book in his hands.
You stop pacing, stop packing your things. He doesn’t notice your cease in movement, or if he does, he doesn’t show it. You want to say his name, call out to him and ask if he’s okay, because you’re not sure that anyone’s asked him that in a while, but you can’t get it out of your throat. Instead, you reach out, gently wrapping your fingers around the book and pulling it out of his grasp. 
The contact doesn’t shock him, but it does prompt his moving. He lets his arms fall back to his sides and he turns to look at you, really look at you, for the first time since that night. 
“I don’t,” Tadashi sighs, “why?”
“What?” you ask, because those three words, despite how filled they are with emotions that you can’t quite place, aren’t enough for you to understand. 
“You said that it was bad… with me… but how bad was it?” he asks, so slowly that you’re sure he’s handpicking every single word.
“I-,” you start because you don’t want to leave the question that he’s been internally struggling with all day unanswered, but then you stop because you just can’t fathom answering a question like that. Out of all the things you thought you were going to talk about today, your failed sex life with Tadashi was definitely at the bottom of the list. “Sorry, what?” you ask again, not because you needed him to repeat, but just because you needed time to think.
“How bad was it? Our sex?” he asks again and you struggle to identify the tone that he’s trying to convey. You want to hear the annoyance, the hatred, the disgust, the judgment, but you can’t find any trace of animosity. You don’t reply, still trying to conjure up some sort of response, so he keeps talking, desperate for an answer, “How could he be so much better?”
And then you hear it, not sadness or betrayal, but confusion, no, curiosity.
“I think about it a lot and I can never come up with an answer that makes sense, but I think it’s just because I don’t know enough,” Tadashi continues, mumbling now.
“Dashi,” you start, hesitating for a moment only because the nickname feels so foreign on your tongue, “I don’t really know how to answer that.”
“Honestly,” he says, the curiosity still lingering, but a sense of urgency and entitlement motivating it, “That’s a good place to start.”
“It might be because you don’t know enough,” you offer, using his own words to try to soften the impact. “Kei knows what he wants and he’s precise and he takes care of me, not because he has to, but because he gets just as much pleasure from it as I do.”
He flinches at the sentence but nods along anyway. 
You feel like you’ve said too much already, but Tadashi’s facial features have morphed into a look of intrigue and you can’t help the details that continue to spill from you, “I think with us it was like we were both…” you trail off, trying to find the right words, “Kei has this control, this power over me that I can’t explain, one that you never did.”
You watch the intrigue shift into something else for only a split second, something that looks eerily familiar in this setting nonetheless. He shakes his head, brows furrowing as he fights off the conflict that he’s feeling. “I just, I don’t get it. It doesn’t make sense to me and I wish that it did. I wish that I could understand how he could be so much better than I am,” he says, exasperated and frustrated. “If I could just see-” He doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence. 
“What? You want to watch me fuck your ex?”
The voice comes as a shock to both of you, backs turned away from the doorway that Kei now stands directly in the center of. His arms are crossed over his chest and he doesn’t have to be towering as tall over top of you as he is for you to feel as small as you do, but it definitely doesn’t help. 
You’re not exactly sure why you’re feeling this embarrassed. It’s not you that the question is directed at and it’s not you that’s almost pathetically incriminated by your own words. It feels like Kei knows something now that he shouldn’t. That conversation was private, the things that Yamaguchi was admitting to you were private, and now Kei knew them all. You don’t know how much he heard or how long he had been standing there, but you know that it was enough to warrant the permanent cocky grin on Kei’s face. It’s borderline ironic, the embarrassment you were feeling from the lack of privacy given that this is exactly what landed you here in the first place. 
“Is that what you want?” he asks, louder this time, a patronizing laugh following right behind it. 
“Kei,” you begin to object, but he puts his hand up, pointer finger extended up to quiet your attempt to de-escalate the situation, and it works. Whatever argument or defense that you were going to spew has dissolved into nothing.
Kei walks forward, slowly, towards the two of you. He doesn’t say a word, gives Yamaguchi ample time to protest, but he doesn’t. Yamaguchi is standing next to you, stuck in place, his eyes perfectly on Kei as he approaches you. 
“Do you want to watch me do all the things to your ex that you couldn’t? Do you want me to physically show you so that you understand?” Kei asks Yamaguchi, but he’s staring directly at you, closing the gap between his lips and your face, leaning down so leisurely, waiting for some sort of objection from either party. 
His lips brush up against your ear, his breath floating over top of your skin so lightly. Your eyes flutter closed, your breath already uneven as you wait for the contact, but it never comes. Instead, it’s just words, confirmation and the antecedent that you’re so used to by now. “You know the scale, baby. This works the same way, okay? If you get uncomfortable, just say the word,” he says into your ear, soft enough so that Yamaguchi can’t make out what he’s saying. 
You nod and he presses a kiss to your ear, “Good girl.”
He pulls away far too quickly, his absence just making you want him more, but he’s facing Tadashi directly now, forcing his gaze, not physically, but just from the command of his stare. “I’m going to need some sort of verbal consent before I destroy your ex right in front of you, Tadashi,” Kei says and the tone of his voice is so perfectly reminiscent of how he used to talk to you in the beginning, stern and abrupt enough to elicit a response from anyone, especially someone as awestruck as Tadashi.
“Yes,” Tadashi answers, finally. You’re expecting some sort of withdrawal, or regret at the very least, to settle in after and you think Kei is too, but it doesn’t, not even in the pause that Kei allows once Tadashi’s finished speaking. 
“Yes, what?” Kei asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes, I want to understand,” Tadashi responds, the confidence in his words quickly decreasing as he realizes how humiliating it all actually is. 
“No,” Kei denies, his attention fully on you once again, his hands sliding up the sides of your neck to cup your face between his palms. 
“What?” Tadashi asks, evidently confused as he watches Kei begin to touch you. 
“No. That’s not what you’re saying yes to,” Kei explains, softly stroking the sides of your face, “You’re saying yes to sitting there and watching me fuck your ex. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Tadashi says, dimly and not nearly as confidently as the first time, but it’s an agreement nonetheless. 
The second that the confirmation comes out of Tadashi’s mouth, you hold your breath. You don’t need to see the way Kei’s wicked grin spreads across his face or feel the way that his fingertips dig into the back of your neck to know that he was going to put on a show for Tadashi tonight at your expense. 
Kei steps backward, your face still clutched in his grasp as he drags you with him, 4 long strides until he’s colliding with the edge of what used to be your bed. Tadashi’s left standing in place, his back to the dresser as he watches Kei sink into the bed until he’s seated with both of your legs on either side of his own. 
Kei hooks both arms around your waist, pulling you into him, hard, until your stomach is pressed against his chest, and then down, slowly, so that your body rubs against him until you’re seated in his lap. He nudges your head to the side, exposing your neck and humming at the clean canvas in front of him.
He drags his teeth down the side of your neck just hard enough for you to feel the path even when he’s pulled away. He replaces his teeth with his tongue, running the tip of it against your skin before sucking patches of it into his mouth. You let your eyes close gently, focusing on the feeling of his tongue repetitively swiping against the sensitive areas of your neck, and for a moment you forget that Yamaguchi is in the room with you entirely. 
Kei molds his hands around your body, letting them conform to your curves as he slides them to your waist and plants them there, tightly. His fingertips dig into your sides, holding you perfectly still as he grinds his hips up into you. You couldn’t hold it in if you tried, the whimper that escapes your lips at the feeling of his growing length. 
Kei laughs loud enough for everyone in the room to hear it, shows you both how pathetic he thinks you are for acting the way you do in response to such a small movement. He moves his fingers, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head, quickly throwing it to the side. You have no time to even think before he’s unhooking your bra, kissing down your neck to your collarbones as he discards it as well. 
You’ve been naked in front of Yamaguchi plenty of times before, but it’s so different now. Kei is undressing you as he wishes, stripping clothing off of you at whatever pace he wants. You have no control of what Yamaguchi sees or doesn’t see and it’s making you flush in a way that you never have. You’re sure that they can see it, both of them, the way your body is reacting so involuntarily to whatever Kei wants to do to it. 
He pulls off his own shirt so that he can feel his skin against yours so that he can show Yamaguchi how in control of the entire situation he actually is and you’re so acutely aware of how fast everything is moving. His fingers are on the button of your pants, working so effortlessly to undo them, kissing down your chest as he does so before pulling away. 
“Go on,” Kei states, a smirk pulling at his lips with his hands planted firmly at your hips, “Show Tadashi everything that’s no longer his.”
You hesitate, not moving despite the fact that Kei’s thumbs are pressing into your hip bones, pushing you backward. He doesn’t push harder when he feels the resistance. He stills, cocking his head, holding back a scoff as he speaks again, lower, almost offended, “Do I have to repeat myself?”
You shake your head, standing up from his lap and slipping your thumbs into the waistband. “My underwear too?” you ask because you don’t want to get it wrong. 
“What do you think, Tadashi?” Kei asks, looking past you now at Tadashi standing in the same frozen place that he was minutes ago. 
“Yes,” he answers, perhaps too eagerly for how quiet he is. 
“Wrong.”
Tadashi jumps, unaware that the question of what he was thinking had a wrong answer, but he tries again regardless, “No?” It comes out more like a question. 
“Wrong,” Kei repeats.
Tadashi opens his mouth, brows knit together in confusion. Kei doesn’t help him, doesn’t offer guidance, but you know exactly what he wants to hear. It’s quiet in the room for a few moments as Tadashi tries his hardest to understand, to get it right. 
“What do you think, Kei?” he finally answers.
“Good boy,” Kei praises, only letting the gentle cadence linger for seconds before directing his attention back at you, hand slipping into his own waistband as he strokes himself to attention inside his pants. “Take ‘em off.”
You pull them down, facing towards Tadashi as you discard them. You can feel eyes trained on you, both Tadashi’s and Kei’s, and it’s causing a heat to rise into your core and the highs of your cheekbones. You don’t have time to revel in the feeling of exposure that’s taking over you, because Kei is already calling you back over. “Come be a good girl for me.”
When you turn to face him, you watch him spread his legs, his head tilting down to the floor between them as he pushes his pants and boxers to his ankles, exposing himself completely. He doesn’t look any bit remorseful or embarrassed. If it were at all possible, you’d be convinced that he looked somehow even prouder than before, being on display in front of your ex as he barks out commands that you listen so well to.
And you do listen, walking over and taking place between his legs on your knees, sitting back into your heels as you wait for whatever he tells you to do. You know this game well, know how perfectly obedient you have to be when he gets like this, how small of an error you have to make to be punished. “Be on your best behavior, now, okay? We’ve got guests,” he coos at you, sliding his fingers under your chin and curling them against your skin. 
You nod, once, just a short movement of your head for him to know that you will, indeed, be on your best behavior. No taking your own liberties or trying to get a rise out of him on purpose or pushing the boundaries of what you could and couldn’t do, you were going to be good. 
You sit there, perfectly still, not moving at all as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, angling it down so that his head rubs across your lips, smearing the beads of precome that have already accumulated. He places it gently between your lips, parting but not passing them. 
“Lick your lips, baby. Taste it for me.”
You run the tip of your tongue against your bottom lip and then the top, staring directly up at Kei as you do so, savoring each drop that he left behind. Your tongue barely makes it back in your mouth before he grabs your face. “What do you say?”
“Thank you,” you say, urgently, overlapping the end of his question, but he doesn’t seem to mind, not when your gratitude to him is so instinctual. 
“You want more, don’t you? You want to feel it down your throat, don’t want to be able to breathe, right?” he asks, already lining himself up between your lips. 
You answer without hesitation, “Yes, please, Kei.”
In an instant, his hand is on the back of your head, fingers laced into your hair as he pulls you down on his cock in one fluent motion. It takes everything in you not to gag at the way his head jams against the back wall of your throat. He holds you there, your lips at the base of his cock as he groans at how warm you are around him. 
You’re waiting for him to pull you off completely or, at the very least, give you a moment to catch your breath, but he doesn’t. Your hands are gripping onto his thighs and your eyes are shut so tightly trying not to tap out, trying to show him and Yamaguchi how good you can be for Kei. 
“Stay there, baby, you’re doing so good,” he praises, but you can barely focus on the words. The grip on his thighs is getting weak and he can feel you trying to gasp for air around his cock and he still has so much more planned for you so he pulls you forcefully off of him. He uses the fistful of your hair to guide your attention, your chest heaving and mouth agape trying to get in as much air as you can. You can feel the spit dripping down your chin and are only now aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks. 
“Look at Tadashi. Show him how pretty you are when someone knows how to use you,” Kei coos. 
You turn your head just far enough to make eye contact with Tadashi and however you thought that he was going to react is completely thrown out the window. He’s staring at you, wide-eyed and timid, swallowing thickly as his eyes scan every inch of your face. He might even be more affected by Kei using your throat than you were. 
“Isn’t she pretty, Tadashi?” Kei asks, talking about you as if you weren’t sitting right between his legs. 
Tadashi nods but doesn’t say anything, too shocked, you’re sure, to form thoughts, let alone sentences and responses. 
“Back at me,” Kei commands, any ounce of adoration gone from his tone now, “Open.” You move to turn back to Kei and you catch it so briefly, the tent in Tadashi’s pants that twitches at the sound of Kei’s voice. 
You open your mouth as wide as you can manage, breathing consistently as you wait for his cock. He slips back into your mouth, more attentively this time, letting the underside of his cock slide against your tongue so that you can feel every pulsing vein and wrinkle of skin. “Close your lips around it, nice and tight like a little hole for me to fuck, okay?”
You hum around his cock in acknowledgment and form a tight ring around him. “I’m going to get as deep as I can and you’re going to swallow around me.” You hum again, the vibrations of your lips causing him to shudder. “Keep your eyes open, look directly at me.” There’s this authority in his eyes, one more intense than the ones he’s had in the past, one that’s so sure that you’re going to obey him. 
And you do. And you will. 
He pulls you deeper onto his cock until your face is pressed against his skin. You struggle to keep eye contact with him in this position that he’s forced you into, but you still do, desperate to keep listening to him. You swallow around his hard length, allow the ring you’ve made around his cock to loosen for only a moment as you suck in all the juices that you’ve created so that you can swallow again. Your throat massages his length and his head and you know how good you’re being for him because the fist he has in your hair tightens, his fingers shaking as he mutters a fuck . 
“Fuck, look how well she listens,” he groans, talking about you, not at you once again and you can feel yourself flood because of it, from being talked about, over top of, as if you’re not even in the room, like you’re not on your knees being used like a whore. “I’m going to fuck her throat now. I think she’s earned it, being such a good girl for me.”
Kei continues, “Watch closely. You’ll see how much she loves being used like this.” He starts moving your head up and down his cock, letting your spit coat his cock and drool onto the base. It’s forceful, but it’s not the worst that you’ve endured with Kei’s cock in your mouth. Until he lifts his hips off of the bed to meet your face, thrusting upwards to slide down your throat as far as he can and as hard as he can.
He wraps his fingers around your neck to feel the bulge that he’s created. He presses his fingers into it, groaning as he massages his length through your throat, simultaneously not allowing you to breathe. “God, you’re so fucking good.” You swallow around him again, trying to pleasure him in whatever way you can, trying to prove to him that you’re so fucking good, but you can be better. You stick your tongue out, gagging at how deep he is, convulsing around his thick cock. 
And then your mouth is empty. 
You look up at Kei, clearly now that your head isn’t bobbing violently around his cock. You can see his toned chest rising and falling and the look in his eyes of fading composure and you feel much prouder than you probably should given the amount of control you even had in that situation. “What?” he asks, breathy, but still just as much of an asshole, “Do you want a prize for doing what you were supposed to?”
He doesn’t give you time to answer. He leans forward, his mouth positioned directly above yours and you know what’s coming so well that you open your mouth before the word has even finished coming out of his mouth. He spits down your throat, harshly so that you don’t even have time to appreciate the taste. 
“Thank you,” you say without prompt. 
“On the bed. On your back. Legs spread. Heels into the mattress,” Kei barks out, paying no mind to your gratitude, despite how much he knows you want to be praised for it. He stands up from the bed, giving you room to crawl onto the middle of it into the exact position he’s described. 
“This is how you liked to fuck her, huh, Tadashi? Missionary? Was it so that you could see her pretty face while you fucked her?” He grabs your face, rests your chin in between his thumb and his pointer finger and then claws all five digits into your jaw. He jerks your head in his hand, showing you off to Tadashi, your eyes half-lidded just waiting for Kei to finally fill you. 
“There’s no way it could look as wrecked as it does when I fuck her, so I don’t really see the appeal for you,” Kei says, and then he stops moving, turning with your face still in his hand as he looks at Tadashi, “Or was it because you just didn’t know any better?”
Tadashi doesn’t answer, not with words anyway, rather, he mumbles something inaudible. Kei ignores whatever he’s trying to say. It was a rhetorical question. He didn’t need Tadashi to answer. He already knew the answer. 
Kei moves onto the bed, right in between your legs. He hasn’t touched you, has only used your mouth for his own pleasure, and yet, you’re so dripping wet that there’s already a dark spot on the blankets below you. He places an open hand on your stomach, pressing down to hold you in place as he rubs the tip of his cock between your lips, moaning at the feeling of your wetness slicking his head. 
“Sit,” Kei commands, but it’s not to you, it’s to Tadashi. He doesn’t point or gesture, just stares at the edge of the bed that neither of you is occupying. 
Tadashi listens after a moment of reluctance, taking slow, careful steps towards the side of the bed that Kei was looking at, as if moving any faster would result in punishment. You can feel the dip in the bed and you turn your head to look at him. There’s uncertainty painted all over his face, but the curiosity still remains. 
Your attention returns when you feel Kei push inside you just enough for you to swallow his head. He moves his hand from your stomach and his hand from the base of his cock and he uses them, now, to grab any part of your body that he can touch. He lets his fingers curl over your skin, kneads your tits and brushes his thumbs against your hard nipples, scratches red marks down your neck and chest, anything to keep your focus on him and not the third-party observer. 
You’re so busy focusing on how handsy he is, on thinking about where his touch will float to next, that when he slams inside of you without warning, a high-pitched scream tears from your abused throat. His hips are pressed against the insides of your thighs and he doesn’t move, just stares down at your doe-like eyes as you silently beg him for more. 
He pulls out of you, leisurely, feeling how tightly you’re squeezing around him, suctioning him back in. When he fucks into you again, you’re more prepared this time. The sound that leaves you isn’t a surprised scream, it’s a thankful groan. You know that if he wanted to, he could make you come in seconds, but he’s drawing it out, letting Yamaguchi watch how destroyed you get from such slow, methodical movements. 
When he sets a nice pace, fucking in and out of you, purposefully missing your g-spot so that the pleasure is coming only from how deep he’s going and how full you are, the surprise aspect fading away, for now, you’re intently aware on how close Tadashi is sitting next to you. If you were to reach out your arm, you could touch him. He was there, sitting on the bed, watching you get fucked better than he could ever manage. 
You turn your head to face him once again. You want to know what he looks like while he’s watching you and it doesn’t disappoint. His lips are parted so slightly and they’re sheened from spit as he keeps licking his lips and swallowing harshly. Your eyes follow his neck and his heaving chest and you catch a glimpse of how hard he is for only a moment before Kei’s hand is grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look back at him.
“Don’t look at him,” Kei snaps, his hips slamming into you harsher now, the sound of them slapping against your thighs getting louder, “Look at me. Focus on me. Don’t pay attention to him. He’s just there to watch. I’m fucking you.”
You stare up at him, eyes unfocused as they dart around Kei’s face and you want to listen to him. You want to be absolutely faultless for him, but when Kei mentions that Tadashi is just here to watch you, Tadashi whimpers. It’s soft and you can feel the embarrassment radiating off of him the second that it happens and you want to see him.
Your eyes wander for only a moment, flicking to the side to see if you can catch a sliver of whatever Tadashi looks like right now. The entire situation is so new, everything is developing so quickly, and you want to listen, but you’re just as curious as Tadashi is. Kei’s fingers dig into your chin harder, his hips pressed flat against yours in an instant as he speaks through gritted teeth, “Do you want him to fuck you?”
You start shaking your head, verbal disagreement coming out of your mouth, but he interrupts you, “No, that’s fine. He can fuck you and I’ll leave if that’s what you want.”
“No, no, no, no, please, Kei, I’m sorry,” you babble, the words leaving your mouth on pure necessity, “I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave. Please fuck me.”
“Then fucking pay attention to me,” Kei pulls out and fucks the breath right out of your lungs, “only me.”
Any amount of curiosity you could feel doesn’t outweigh the need you have to be fucked so rawly right now. Tadashi isn’t even a second thought anymore. 
“Yes, fuck, okay,” you nod, tears filling your eyes as he starts to pound into you again, “only you,” you murmur repetitively as he picks up speed. You don’t ask before clasping your fingers together behind his neck, pulling his head down to your level, and pressing his forehead into yours, but he doesn’t protest. His chin is pressed against his sternum, looking down at your body and the way that every inch of his length is being swallowed by your hole. 
He can feel you tightening around him like you always do when you’re about to come. You don’t even have to tell him anymore, he just knows, but you know that he likes to hear you anyway. You talk softly, the admittance feeling like betrayal given the other person in the room, but your want to appease Kei overrides that tenfold. “Gonna come,” you murmur. 
“You want to watch her come?” Kei asks, and Tadashi doesn’t even try to hide behind reservation, “Like, actually come? Not fake it like you typically see her do?” Tadashi’s nodding fervently, no remorse or apprehension to his desperation. “Well then, let’s show him how good you actually look when you’re coming all over a nice, thick cock, (y/n).”
He picks up the pace, pistoning into you faster than he was before, reaching one of his arms down to rub tiny circles into your clit, and angling his cock to rub against your g-spot right as you reach your edge. You pull Kei into you deeper as you come, your fingers gripping around each other and Kei’s neck as you clench around him. Thank yous are leaving your mouth incessantly, one after the other so quickly that they’re overlapping.
He doesn’t stop after you’ve finished, keeps going with his repetitive motions that brought you over the edge, knows that you’re already feeling sensitive from your first orgasm and uses that to his advantage. “That wasn’t enough. Come again. Show him how much power I have over you that he never did.” And you do. You’re screaming this time, nails digging into the back of Kei’s neck as he brutally fucks into your hole as it floods even more. 
“Look at Tadashi when you’re finished. Tell him how good it was,” Kei says, and you don’t see his face, not when you’re so delightfully blissed out from two consecutive orgasms, but you can hear the smirk in his tone. Kei pulls away from your grasp and without the grounds that his strong body was giving you, your arms fall to your sides. Your head falls against the pillow, ear flat against it as you look at Tadashi.
“It was really good, Dashi. He made me feel so good.” It slips out of your mouth without much thought, your brain on autopilot, just listening to Kei’s directions and you only notice the weight of them as Tadashi’s eyes widen. He’s marveling at the power that Kei has, at how quickly you listen to him, and how harshly he made you come in such a short amount of time and it looks like it clicks. 
It looks like he understands now, the difference between him and Kei, the reason that sex with him wasn’t as good, how Kei is so much better than him, why Kei deserves the attention you’re giving him, why he deserves to be ignored, and he’s not mad. He wants more. 
“How else did you like to fuck her?” Kei asks and when Tadashi doesn’t answer right away, he continues, “I know that there aren’t a lot of options to choose from, so this shouldn’t be too hard.”
Tadashi speaks, stammers through his words because no matter what answer he comes up with, it won’t be a confident one, “Um, I- Doggy style.”
“Yeah?” he asks as if he didn’t know all along what his answer would be. “On all fours,” he orders. “Face Tadashi so he can actually see what you look like when you’re getting wrecked, okay?”
You turn over, positioned on the bed on your hands and knees with a direct line of sight on Tadashi who is staring at you in awe. No matter how humiliating this is for you, it’s nothing compared to what Tadashi is sure to be feeling right now, but it seems like he’s soaking in it. You feel Kei move behind you, hear him spit onto his cock and then line himself up, pressing forward between your lips.
Kei roots both of his hands onto your shoulders and you close your eyes in anticipation. He pulls you back onto his cock, thrusting his hips to meet you halfway. He uses the grip on your shoulders to control his movements so precisely, to dictate how much of his cock he’s giving you, no matter how much you’re begging.
“You want more, sweetheart?” He lets the name drip off of his tongue like venom-laced honey. You’re not sure if he sees the shock that washes over Tadashi’s face or if it even matters to Kei, the exact reaction that it pulls from your observer. All you know is that you get to see it in full view. You watch the astonishment settle in first and then the disbelief, all followed by betraying arousal. The tent in his pants twitches, a small dark circle forming at the very top and you can’t take your eyes off of it. 
Kei’s thrusts are getting rougher, the sound of his hips against your ass matching the volume of your moans and drowning out the tiny whimpers that are coming from Tadashi. Kei’s name comes out of your mouth, breathy and sandwiched between moans that he’s coercing out of you, but that won’t do. 
The sound of his palm flat against your ass fills your ears before the sting sets in or the warmth starts to spread. “It’s okay. Say my name nice and loud while you’re getting fucked from behind,” Kei coaxes, the back of his hand making contact with your already red cheek, “It’s not like he hasn’t heard you say it before.”
Tadashi groans, embarrassed and trying to hold back how turned on he is by the whole situation. You close your eyes. You can’t bring yourself to look Tadashi in the face right now, can’t muster the courage as you listen to Kei. His name leaves your mouth much clearer now, actually audible this time. “Because who’s the only one that can make you feel good?” he asks, fucking into your g-spot with such purpose. 
“You, Kei, fuck, you’re the only one that can make me feel good, Kei,” you moan, “You’re the one that’s making me feel so good. ‘m close already, Kei, fuck, all because of you.”
“Already close?” Kei asks, snickering as he does. “You’re about to come for the third time, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
You nod because all he has to do is say the word and you’ll come around him again. You want it so badly, for him to let you come again. You’re waiting for it, breathing softer so that you don’t miss the words, but they don’t come, not in the way you want them to, at least. “Why don’t you ask Tadashi if you can come? He’ll tell you when to come.”
Your first thought is to ask why, but you know that’s not your place. You open your mouth to obey, to ask Tadashi if you can come, but Tadashi is the one questioning, “Wh- What?”
Kei answers so matter-of-factly that you’re sure his intention is to make him feel stupid for even thinking it. “Well, you’ll never make her come so you might as well have the privilege of telling her to come and then watching her actually come.”
Tadashi doesn’t look any less confused than he was when Kei first said it, but he listens nonetheless. He doesn’t wait long, the falter probably coming from him trying to find the right words rather than to control your orgasm. “I- Yo- You can c-,” Tadashi stutters through. It feels awkward coming out of his mouth, any sort of power. You can tell how much he hates having this sort of control, how uncomfortable he feels telling you what to do. 
But you’re still close. Kei’s still hammering in and out of you relentlessly. You’re about to let go, reveling in the feeling of Kei slamming into you while waiting for Tadashi to finish his sentence just as you would let Kei finish his when Kei pulls out of you in one quick motion. 
“No,” is the first word to leave your mouth followed by the same word over and over again, “no, no, no, no.” You were so close, completely on the edge, only needing permission to actually come and it was ripped away from you so easily. You feel so empty, clenching around nothing now as your high leaves you so quickly. 
Kei laughs from behind you and you’re not sure who exactly he’s laughing at, you begging so desperately for him to let you come, to slide back into you so that you can just feel him inside of you, or Tadashi who is sitting there, so fucking hard, like his life has been changed in that single instant. Control was dangled in front of his face and it was gone instantaneously, or maybe, it was never there in the first place. 
“You’re nothing,” Kei laughs, “You have no power over her. Only I do.”
Actual tears are forming in your eyes. You arch your back, trying to get his attention. You just want his attention. “Kei, please, please, no, please make me come, Kei, please,” you beg. He lets out another breathy laugh, clicking his tongue at how pathetic both of you are. 
It all happens in the same moment. He grips onto your hips, digging his fingers in so harshly that you can feel the crescent moon indents that he’s making. He pulls you backward, violently, but controlled. And he commands, so spitefully that doing anything else would have felt like you were personally wronging him.  
“Come for me.”
He doesn’t fuck you through your orgasm, but you don’t need him to. Just the feeling of him filling you to the brim with his fat cock is exactly what you need. Waves of pleasure ripple through you and you can feel it in every inch of your body, but somehow, that’s not the most important thing that just happened.
You’re about to close your eyes, to just relish in how good Kei can make you feel from doing so little, how grateful you are for him, but then you see it. You see Tadashi’s face scrunch into ecstasy, the dark stain on his pants growing as the tent throbs and twitches, untouched. The strangled noises that are coming from his throat demand to be listened to and you can’t take your eyes off of him as he comes, unabashed only as he rides his high. His hips are thrusting upwards into absolutely nothing and you’re positive that you have never seen him look this wrecked while he’s come ever. 
The second that he stops grunting, the moment that his cock stops twitching against the fabric of his pants, he places a hand over his mouth. He breathes heavily against his palm and the distress sets in. His cock is still hard even after he came, untouched and unintentionally in his pants to a command that was meant for you. Kei notices right away, pushes past the surprise that even he’s experiencing to taunt Tadashi in this perfect state he’s in right now. 
“You just fucking came and you’re still hard seeing me buried deep inside your ex?” Kei asks. Previously,  Kei let Tadashi’s captivated eyes answer the questions. He didn’t need words, not when he knew exactly what Tadashi was thinking and what he was trying to say without even really saying it, but this time, he wanted to hear him. “Answer me.” The strictness in his voice makes you tighten around him on instinct. 
“Yes,” Tadashi answers, his voice fragile as he continues because he knows it’s not enough to satisfy Kei, “Yes, Kei, I’m still hard.”
“So you are capable of lasting more than one round? (y/n) said that you couldn’t,” Kei smirks, knowing fully well that he has an entire arsenal of things, just like this one, that you told him in confidence, that you thought would never get back to Tadashi. “Well, you might as well come on purpose this time.”
Tadashi’s voice is as shaky as he is as it leaves him, “C- can I?” 
“Can you what?” Kei questions, tilting his head to the side. He knows exactly what Tadashi wants, but he wants him to work for it. 
A flush falls over Tadashi’s soft features, intensifying until you can see it in the tips of his ears. “Can I touch myself while you fuck her?” It’s the clearest thing he’s said all night. It’s quiet, but each word is crisp so that Kei can’t miss a single one. 
“Are you going to listen as well as (y/n) does?” he asks. 
“Yes, Kei,” Tadashi answers, quickly and assured. 
“You better make yourself last for once. I saw how quickly you came without even touching yourself. Make sure you don’t come as quickly as you usually do, understand?” Kei asks, pulling out of you, slowly so that you can feel his entire length as it leaves you.
“Yes, Kei,” Tadashi repeats himself, his voice wavering as the realization hits him, how much Kei knows about his sex life. He fumbles with the waistband of his pants, pulling them down as quickly as he can manage. 
Tadashi isn’t small. You know that. You’ve told Kei that. And yet, compared to how much bigger Kei is than him, how much girthier and how much longer his cock is, you can’t help but notice a difference, to feel like Tadashi should be insecure with his size. Kei scoffs as he watches Tadashi wrap his fist around his cock. “I guess (y/n) wasn’t lying when she said I’m able to hit all the spots you never could. Might be difficult for you to.”
Precome drips from Tadashi’s head, his cock twitches at the mention of his inadequacies, and he’s nodding right along to Kei’s humiliation. His strokes are unsure at first, hesitant and slow as he adjusts to the thought of touching himself to you getting fucked by his former best friend. 
There isn’t a single part of your sex life with Tadashi that Kei doesn’t know about, Tadashi realizes now. Every tiny detail and major part of your intimacy has been laid out in front of Kei to nitpick and assess. He knows everything. He didn’t even get to consent to it, to the humiliation that he’s feeling so heavily now, and somehow that just makes it hotter for him. 
He’s in such a submissive headspace now, feels himself slipping with no regard into a place of listening and only doing what he’s told and he doesn’t want to go back. 
“C’mon, baby, you gotta show Tadashi how good you ride me,” Kei says, helping you to your feet before lying on the bed, his hard cock standing straight up for you. “Give him something to jerk his small cock to, yeah?”
You swing your leg over top of him, pressing your knees into the soft mattress as he lines himself up with you. His head is sliding between your lips, slipping so messily against your pussy from how wet he’s made you and how many times you’ve come around him. 
You arch your back, pushing backward until you feel his head enter you and then you don’t stop. You keep pushing backward until you engulf every inch of him with your warm walls. Your chest is resting on his as you slide up and down, your tits rubbing against him as you fuck yourself with his cock. You run your fingers through his hair, pushing stray strands out of his face as you look down at him. For all the talk that he does about how ruined he makes you look, he hasn’t really taken into account how he looks when you have an ounce of control.
“You never rode him like this, have you?” he asks, swallowing thickly as you circle your hips and shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip as you fuck yourself as meticulously as he normally fucks you. 
“No, baby,” you shake your head, a look of faux concern gracing your features as you coo down at him. This is what happens when he gives you an inkling of control. The smirk that’s normally on his lips finds its place on yours and the dazed look on your face finds its place on his and typically he soaked in it, in letting go and giving you the reins if only for a few minutes, but he had a reputation to hold up, one of demands and steadfast power. 
He sits up, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other arm extended behind him, giving him some sort of leverage as he pushes you up as well. You’re fully seated on his cock now, can feel it so deep inside of you that you never want to move. His fingers mold around your ribs, pressing into the bones as he picks his hips up, lifting you with them. 
He leans his forehead against your shoulder biting small nips into your flesh as he raises you up enough to fuck his cock into you. Any amount of control that you had moments ago is gone now as grips onto you tightly, grunting as he moves both of your bodies in time with one another. 
He never pulls far enough out to make you miss the feeling, fucks you by moving only inches, but you’re crumbling so quickly paired with everything else. You can’t move, don’t want to even if you could. He has such a death grip on whatever he can reach of you and you can feel his hot skin in every single place that it’s making contact with your own. You have no idea how he’s managing to fuck you so brutally when he’s so close to you the entire time. The backs of your thighs feel like they’re on fire from how hard he’s thrusting up into you. Your legs are shaking and you don’t even notice how hard you’re breathing until you watch him kiss your chest. 
“Kei, I’m gonna come,” you mutter, swallowing whatever’s in your mouth because your throat feels so dry, “I’m gonna come, Kei, fuck.”
“No,” he scowls, his cock ramming into you harder now, “Don’t. Not yet. Not until I tell you you can.”
“But, Kei, please,” you choke out, “Please.”
“What did I just say?” he asks, impatient and testing and you know that you shouldn’t push it any further, but your core is tightening and your pussy is throbbing around him and you can hear the sounds of Tadashi whimpering as he jerks himself off barely 2 feet away from you and it’s so much.
“Kei, I need- please-”
With the position that he’s in, he can’t reach you with his hands, they’re far too busy. You know that if you were in any other position, his hand would be on your throat or in your hair or against your cheek at the first sound of disobedience, but he can’t. He can’t put his hands on you and also keep destroying you so perfectly, so he sinks his teeth into your neck, rolls the skin between them before migrating down to your collarbone and doing the same thing there. You can feel the imprints of his teeth, the marks that he’s leaving behind with the lingering pain and it’s making it that much harder to hold it. 
“I won’t repeat myself again,” he grunts into your skin. 
“Yes, Kei,” you oblige, closing your eyes as he continues his pace. You try to let your mind wander, to find other things to focus on while you’re getting fucked so good , anything to distract you from how close to the edge you actually are. 
You hold it for much longer than you think you will. You just want to make him proud. You can feel the sweat on his forehead as it slips against your shoulder and you can see the shine of his stomach and feel his grip getting weaker and you’re confident that he can’t possibly make you wait for your reward any longer. Your cunt is clamped around him so tight that you’re not even sure how he’s still able to fuck you so consistently. 
His thrusts slow four times. You count every single one, every slow fuck into you. If you had been with Kei for less time, you’d think he was giving you a break, but you haven’t. You’ve been with Kei for a handful of time now, know him and how he fucks you so well that you’re barely surprised when he starts fucking you even harder. You’re barely phased when he lifts you with his hips so harshly, keeps you in that position with one solid grip, and then rams into you with a force you didn’t think he could muster in this position.  
“‘m sorry, Kei, I-,” you breathe, tears forming as you rest your cheek against his head. “‘m so sorry. I can’t hold it. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Hold it,” he orders, so sternly that disobeying him feels that much more satisfying. Your eyes roll back in your head, your body begins to fall backward, but Kei holds you in place. With the way you’re positioned, how your weight is pushing back on his arm, he can’t pick you up anymore, can’t fuck into you as deeply as he wants to. Instead, he keeps you seated on his cock as he circles his hips, rocks them against you so that you can feel him move inside of you, against your g-spot and it’s absolutely ruining you. 
He lets you fall backward now, flat against the bed between his legs. You’re barely cognitive after how hard you just came, but he pulls you out of it. “I told you not to come,” he says, grabbing your face in his hand and guiding your gaze so forcefully that your neck hurts. His harsh grip fades, but his touch still lingers, soft now, as he scratches gentle lines into your neck. “But you couldn’t help it, could you?” he asks. 
You shake your head, a confirming noise leaving you in response. 
“I just make you feel too fucking good?” he asks, but not really. He’s not really saying it for you. He’s saying it for Tadashi, for him to hear not just once from him, but twice, repeated back how much power Kei has. 
“You just make me feel too fucking good, Kei, I’m sorry,” you apologize, eyes boring up at him as you try to catch your breath.
“See? You can’t make her come even when you try so hard, but she can’t stop herself from coming for me,” Kei says, looking away from you and towards Tadashi on the edge of the bed. He’s nodding along, hanging onto every single word that comes out of Kei’s mouth, wanting to listen to just how much better he is than him. 
“Because you’re pathetic, sitting there, jerking yourself off while I fuck your ex, huh?” Kei taunts, cocking his head. His condescending tone makes Tadashi throb in his own hand as he tugs on his cock desperately, moaning affirmation. 
“Am… Am I doing good, Kei?” he asks, all caution thrown to the wind now as he flat-out requests praise. He wants to hear the same praises that you were being told. He wants Kei to call him a good boy again.
“Are you doing good?” Kei repeats the question, standing up and walking over to him, lowering himself to look directly at his cock. “I don’t know. Show me.”
Kei doesn’t touch Tadashi, isn’t even close enough for Tadashi to feel his breath, or the ghost of potential contact, but Tadashi looks like he’s trying so hard. “Yes, Kei.” His strokes are more methodical now, less haphazard as he pays attention to his grip and his pressure and the way that his thumb swipes over his head. 
Kei’s eyes don’t leave Tadashi’s cock as he directs you, “Come here. Legs off the side of the bed right next to Dashi.”
It takes everything in you, every ounce of strength you still have to move where he wants you to. You’re so close to Tadashi now that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, can hear the sounds his hand is making sliding up and down his cock so well now. 
“You’re doing so good, Dashi,” Kei finally says, his fingertips hovering over Tadashi’s thighs, but not touching. “Such a good boy for me.”
Tadashi’s strong strokes falter, stutters so noticeably that the words that come next are no surprise. “Can- can I come, Tsukki?” he asks, the nickname slipping from his lips unapologetically as you both watch him stroke himself faster.
Kei could have edged him for hours, would have loved every second of it, but you’re not sure if Tadashi could’ve handled him like you could, not yet at least. “Since you asked so nicely,” Kei smirks, “Come for me like a good boy.”
Tadashi nods enthusiastically, thanking him repeatedly as he thrusts up into his hand, his strokes becoming sloppy as his breathing gets heavier. Kei watches him, eyes fixed as Tadashi spills over his hand, coming in thick ropes that shoot up onto his shirt, adding to the mess he’s made on his clothes today. “Thank you, Kei, thank you,” he says coherently as soon as he’s caught his breath. 
Kei stands up, barely moving to get in between your legs. You reach your hand up, letting it fall over his stomach, trying to touch him in whatever way you can. “Are you going to use me to make you come, now?” you ask, innocently enough. 
He doesn’t reply, just slips inside of you so quickly that you can feel him stabbing inside of you. There’s no waiting for you to get adjusted or giving you a moment to take in the fullness, he’s just fucking into you relentlessly now. “Are you going to make me come?” he asks, matching your tone with a bit more arrogance.
“Yes, Kei,” you reply, the words being fucked out of you right alongside your breath with every stab inside of you. You squeeze around him, your tight hole massaging his length, coating him with the slickness from how drenched he’s made you. 
“Play with yourself,” he groans, “Wanna see you play with yourself.”
You snake your hand down to your clit, rubbing exaggerated circles into your sensitive nub, whining Kei’s name as you bring your fingers to your lips and suck your taste off of them. 
“I’m going to come so fucking deep inside her and you’re going to eat it all out. Every last drop,” Kei orders Tadashi. Your pussy clenches at the thought, tightening around Kei’s length as his hips stutter at the sudden tightness. 
“Please, please, wanna feel you come so deep, Kei, please,” you beg, grabbing onto his wrist in desperation. You can see his resolve slipping, can feel his cock begin to throb against your walls. You place one hand on his cheek, coiling your fingers against his skin. But it’s not the touch that does it or the way your throat is so raw that your words come out weak, it’s Tadashi that pushes him over the edge. 
“Wanna eat your come, please,” Tadashi says so softly, so sweetly that even Kei couldn’t deny it. 
Obscenities leave his mouth as his chin falls to his chest, pushing himself so deep inside of you that you can follow the pulses of his cock from the base to the tip. Each throb is another stream, another rope of come that fills you fuller and fuller. He doesn’t move, doesn’t fuck it deeper into you and let it coat his length. He stills, his hips pressed into you until he drains himself completely inside of you, not letting anything drip out. 
You don’t want him to leave, don’t want to feel empty, but you know what’s coming next and the thought is making your toes curl. “Dashi, on your knees,” Kei instructs and you hear the thud instantaneously. “Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”
“No, I promise,” Tadashi swears eagerly, more ready than he’s ever been to eat you out.
When Kei pulls out of you, there is only a momentary second that you can count, a beat of cool air against your sloppy pussy before Tadashi’s lips are placed around it, his tongue diving so deep into you that you’re almost convinced that Kei’s never even gotten that deep. 
Your pussy is so sensitive from Kei’s relentless pounding and your own touches to your clit that you feel a familiar heat rise into your stomach. Your hands are shaking as they part Tadashi’s soft hair, grabbing onto it gently so you don’t disturb him. Though, you’re certain that you couldn’t tear him away from between your legs if you tried.
His tongue is delving into your hole, using the tip as a scoop to coax out any bit of cum that is too deep for him to shallowly lap up. He places his lips around your hole and sucks, pulling any drops that he can’t get out with his tongue, suctioning as hard as he can. And when you’re positive that you’re no longer filled with cum, he doesn’t stop. He continues to run his tongue between your lips, pressing the flat of it so mercilessly into you, flicking the tip against your clit so perfectly that it almost feels intentional.
It’s not, God, it’s not. The amount of times that you tried endlessly to help him understand, to show him what you needed never proved to be successful, but in this moment in time, it’s perfect. Everything about this second, this experience is perfect and it doesn’t matter how convenient of an accident it is. 
“Kei, Kei, I’m-” You’re staring up at Kei, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, swallowing harshly, “He’s- he’s gonna make me come.”
You’re not even sure that Tadashi heard you, so focused on getting any last morsel of the cum out of you, any remnant that Kei left behind, so sensitive, so much. 
“Fuck, that’s so good, Dashi,” you reposition your hands in his hair, not guiding, just to ground yourself. “That’s so good, don’t stop.”
Kei calls down, tells Tadashi to play with your tits as he goes, tells him that it’ll drive you crazy and he does. It does. It’s not as meticulous as when Kei does it, because of course, it’s not. His fingers aren’t as long as Kei’s and they don’t move as rhythmically as Kei’s, but his tongue is diving into you with an intent he’s never had before and you’re so sensitive and it’s so much and-
You’re coming, hard, right against Tadashi’s tongue, rolling your hips, not because he’s doing anything wrong or because you need something more, but because you can’t help yourself. Your body is reacting on its own, grinding onto Tadashi’s face, fingers so tight in his locks that he’s whimpering against you, but he doesn’t stop. 
Tadashi couldn’t do this on his own. You know that more than anyone. You’re not even sure that he was trying to make you come. You’re sensitive from Kei, on edge from him filling you so full without letting you come, and Tadashi pushed you exactly where you needed to be with the head start he was given.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” you moan when you can finally see straight. He hasn’t stopped, no one’s told him to, and Kei doesn’t look like he intends to, but you’re so sensitive that it almost hurts and you want to see his face, so you rest your hand on his shoulder. “Dashi, you can stop, you did so good.”
“Can- Can I come again?” he asks, looking up at Kei, his face still hovering over your pussy. 
“Are you hard again, Dashi?” Kei asks, overwhelming shock showing on his face, whether it’s intentional or not. 
Tadashi shakes his head, “No, but I- I have to come. I want to come so badly.”
“Then come, Dashi, you’ve earned it. You finally made her come for once. You’re not completely useless after all,” Kei says, watching the bliss take over Tadashi’s face as he speaks, “Come for us again. Show us that you can listen and be a good boy for us and maybe we’ll fuck you again.”
It looks almost painful, the way his eyes squeeze so tightly and his mouth opens so wide as the most strangled noise comes out of it. He rocks against his own hand, his heavy breaths against your sensitive pussy feeling so warm. He just wants you to be proud of him, for both of you to be. 
“So good, Dashi, that’s a good boy,” you praise.
When his eyes flutter open again, when he regains whatever amount of coherence that he can, he thanks you. Neither of you has even touched him tonight and, still, he looks so grateful. You can only imagine how wrecked he’ll look when you actually get your hands on him. The thought stops you in your tracks. You look over at Kei and how he’s looking down at Tadashi in awe and you wonder if he meant it, what he said about fucking him again. 
“Here, let’s get you into bed,” you say, sitting up. It feels weird being on this side of it and not completely in Tadashi’s position, being tucked into bed after being wrecked so hard. He doesn’t refuse. He lets you and Kei help him to his feet and get him into bed. You know how taxing it is to be in that position for the first time, for sex to finally be good for you, even if he barely participated in the actual act itself. 
“I’m still mad at you, y’know,” Tadashi mumbles as you pull the blanket up over his chin. “I have the right to be mad at you, both of you.”
“Dashi,” you say as you exhale, but he cuts you off. 
“I’m not finished,” he says, “I’m still mad at you because it was a really shitty thing to do to me.” He pauses, not trailing off, but letting you both really hear the words, “But I think I understand now in some weird way, not just how our sex was not good at all, but how important it is.”
“I’m sorry, Tadashi, honestly, I am. I should have told you. I should have talked to you about everything and I didn’t and I’m sorry,” you say, letting the apology that’s been in your brain for weeks finally come out. 
“I know,” he says, yawning now as everything catches up to him. “I know and it’s not okay, but it’s getting there.” 
You go to reply, open your mouth to respond, but Kei stops you, shaking his head as he gestures to the way that Tadashi’s breathing is even now and his eyelids are no longer fluttering. Then, he gestures to the door, picking up your clothes from the floor and handing them back to you before putting on his own. 
There are boxes scattered on the floors, an ample amount of things that are not packed up that should be. Honestly, this room is far more of a mess now than it was when you got here, but at least he’ll feel okay pushing your things to the side now. 
You shut the front door, locking it behind you with your key. Kei waits for you patiently, his hand extended out for when you’re ready to grab it. You intertwine your fingers with his. 
“Not necessarily how I thought moving your things would go, but I’m not mad about it,” Kei says, breaking the silence. 
“Of course you weren’t, you had two people to control. What a dream come true for you and your superiority complex,” you joke, though it’s not really a joke. He knows that. He doesn’t mind. 
You walk hand-in-hand, forgoing the car that’s parked in Tadashi’s driveway and making the quick commute back to Kei’s on foot. The fresh air is nice and you’re almost positive that if you were to sit down, even just in the front seat of a car, you wouldn’t be able to get up. 
“I can’t believe it,” you say, “how has fucking you both ruined and begun to repair my relationship with Tadashi?”
“I’m just that good,” Kei scoffs, shrugging as if it were obvious. You push your shoulder into him, letting him lose his balance and regain it all by himself. You squint your eyes at him. He laughs before correcting himself, “I think he just didn’t know that sex could be that good, just like you didn’t.”
You’re about to take his answer as it is, let it slide and continue on with your conversation. It makes sense to you, especially having grown in the same way Tadashi had, albeit more so, but this was his first time.  His response is enough to make you feel content, but he continues, for himself or for you or for Tadashi, you’re not sure. “Tadashi’s never been good at being honest with himself, at knowing what he wants, let alone voicing those wants to other people when he finally figures them out, and that’s fine bu...” Kei pauses, letting you hang onto every word of his observant explanation, “that just means without someone there to help… without us there to help,” he corrects himself, “sex is going to be really shitty.”
You hum. You thought that you were happy with the answer before, but this one sits with you so much better, and yet, even with his mention of you both helping him, your question still comes out not nearly as confident as you need it to be. “Were you serious about fucking him again or did you just say that to make him come?” you ask into the brisk air. 
“I was serious,” he answers quickly, “Have I ever said anything to you just to make you come?”
You shake your head in response, swinging your arms together as you come to conclusions, make connections in the silence between the two of you. “So, do you think we could do it again?” you ask, “But a little different next time.”
“Different how?” Kei questions, and you tell him. Maybe you’re a bit too excited, but as soon as you start talking, the ideas keep coming. They don’t stop, not as you step inside of your house or as you step into your bedroom or as you flop onto the bed or as you get under the covers. 
“Is that really what you want?” Kei asks when you’ve finally finished talking. 
You nod, not saying a word because you’ve talked a lot as it is and your throat is still sore. 
“Then, yes, I think he’d love that,” Kei agrees, pulling you deeper into him and mumbling a final thought into your hair, “And I would too.”
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lovelynim · 1 year ago
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My fanfics
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Here you can find all the fics I wrote so far! The fandoms are organized by alphabetical order, while the fics are listed from the oldest to the most recent one!
If you find anything that it's not linked here, send me a message and let me know!
Updated in: November 17th, 2024
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ALIEN STAGE
Take 9, recording! - Ivan x Till
Blue Period
Artistic Struggles - Yotasuke x Yatora
Cardcaptor Sakura
Attention seeker - Syaoran Li & Touya Kinomoto
Eighty Six - 86
Daily Report - Shin & Theo and Raiden (feat. Lena)
Fate Series
Smile, my king - Gilgamesh x Enkidu
Genshin Impact
Turning Tables - Chongyun x Xingqiu
To Aid Lupical - Bennett x Razor
Young master’s free time - Ayato x Thoma (w/ art)
Daily Chores - Ayato x Thoma
Good Morning, my lord - Ayato x Thoma
Important Meeting - Ayato x Thoma
Loyalty - Ayato x Thoma (N$FW)
Enough Bad Jokes - Cyno x Tighnari
Thesis - Alhaitham x Kaveh
Reddish - Cyno x Tighnari
Bubbles - Thoma x Ayato
Kaveh’s Key - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak) (w/ art)
Don't make a noise - Alhaitham x Kaveh
No more secrets - Tighnari & Kaveh
Maid Day... at the Dawn Winery - Diluc x Tartaglia
Losing count - Alhaitham x Kaveh
Begging - Aether x Heizou
It's today - Cyno x Tighnari (non tickle fic)
A jealous hound - Cyno x Tighnari
Dangerous Collection - Diluc x Childe
Pocky Day - Lyney x Aether
That Time of The Year - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW & non tickle fic)
Nature's embrace - Albedo
(Un)wanted company - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche
Shocking, isn't it? - Scaramouche x Tartaglia
May the best one win - Xiao, Aether, Albedo & Wanderer
End of the semester - Alhaitham x Kaveh
Grand Chase
Unusual Interrogation - Rufus & Lass
Mornings - Ronan x Harpe
Honkai: Star Rail
The One That Got Away - Gepard x Sampo
Noises - Himeko (it's actually Caelus x Dan Heng but shhh)
It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon - Dan Heng x Caelus
The Dragon's Lesson - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan
Silly Little Brother - Gepard & Serval
Thrilling Bet - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio
Vidyadharas' Special Training - Yanqing & Dan Heng
Too popular - Dan Heng x Caelus
Play a player - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine
Tiny Problems - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine
Bad day - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio
Another round - Caelus x Luka
All's fair in love and war - Caelus x Aventurine
Intruder countermeasures - Sampo & Svarog
Failing successfully - Welt & Caelus
Reasonable funding - Yanqing & Jing Yuan
League of Legends
Move over - Kayn x Ezreal
Nu:Carnival
Old friends, old habits - Kuya x Quincy
How to tame a human - Eiden x Garu
Wishful Thinking - Eiden x Olivine
Obey me!
Purring Demon - Satan x MC
Dreamy Confession - Mammon x MC
OCs
Just Like a Human - Yomei x Kyo
Sasaki to Miyano
Nap time - Sasaki x Miyano
Side Characters Deserve Love Too
For his highness - Kyle x Joe
Sk8 the Infinity
Hissing Cat - Reki & Miya
Hardest Boss Fight - Reki and Langa & Miya
The Love Hotel - Tadashi & Reki
Skate With You Forever - Reki x Langa
Slimes vs Hero - Reki and Langa & Miya
Sleepyhead - Reki x Langa
Pay Attention - Reki x Langa
Bratty Cat - Miya & Joe and Cherry
Stars Align
Something to laugh about - Maki & Yuu
Tower of God
Turtle’s Things - Khun x Bam feat. Rak
Vtubers
Celebration - Shxtou x Reader
Wind Breaker
Important Data - Sakura x Suo feat. Nirei
Zenless Zone Zero
Victoria Housekeeping co.'s special service - Lycaon x Wise
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cherrylng · 4 months ago
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Great Guitarists 100 - Roger McGuinn, Tony Iommi, David Gilmour, Frank Zappa, Jerry Garcia, and Ron Asheton [CROSSBEAT (November 2009)]
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Roger McGuinn The Byrds' rock arrangement of Dylan's "Mr Tambourine Man" became a big hit in 1965, setting off a folk-rock craze. The striking 'jingle jangle' sound of his Rickenbacker electric 12-string guitar became synonymous with folk-rock, and was adopted in the 1980s by Peter Buck of R.E.M. and Johnny Marr of The Smiths, and is still followed to this day. McGuinn, who came from the folk world, picked up the electric 12-string after seeing George Harrison play it in the film "A Hard Day's Night", but his originality lies in the fact that he adopted the fingering of the banjo's fretting technique to create a unique arpeggio technique. He also played solos inspired by Coltrane's modal jazz and Ravi Shankar's sitar technique on hits such as "Eight Miles High" in 1966. -Tadashi Igarashi
Representative albums "Mr. Tambourine Man" (1965, photo) The Byrds "(Untitled)" (1970)
Tony Iommi The Rolling Stones' TV special "The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus" (1968) shows a young Iommi as a member of Jethro Tull's band. At this point, he was a mediocre player according to the Blues' standards. However, on Black Sabbath's first album, "Black Sabbath", recorded at the end of 1969, he developed a style of ultra-heavy repetition of single-note phrases. The groundwork for this was probably the technique exhibited by R&B-rooted psychedelic bands such as Iron Butterfly and Vanilla Fudge in their longer songs. The band's thoroughly Satanic band image, which was thoroughly developed by releasing the album on Friday the 13th, had a strong impact on the scene, combined with heavy but ear-catching riffs. The drop tuning introduced later, in which the band dropped three and a half notes from the regular tuning, had a decisive influence on later grunge and doom metal. -Masatoshi Arano
Representative albums "Black Sabbath" (photo from 1970), Black Sabbath "Master of Reality" (1971)
David Gilmour David Gilmour was a member of Pink Floyd, one of the UK's leading progressive bands, from the late 60s to the 70s, when synthesisers and other instruments were not yet as advanced as they are today, and was a renowned guitarist who created a fantastic and majestic sound world with his effective guitar sound. He is not known for his tricky fast playing, but his lyrical, elegant, and melodic melodies are his speciality. His tape echoed the sound of the time, and the spacey sound created by his excellent slide guitar (pedal steel) had a great influence on later psychedelic, space rock and acoustic bands. Although not well known, he is also an outstanding blues guitarist, and can be heard on Paul Rodgers' solo works, and his talent as a composer should also be more highly regarded. -Yoshihiro Hoshina
Representative albums "Meddle" (1971, photo) Pink Floyd "The Dark Side of the Moon" (1973)
Frank Zappa Frank Zappa is an amazing man with a diverse background, doing all sorts of things from doo-wop to classical music, but if you want to get a taste of his guitar playing, which is a relentless chain of emotions and sparks, I'd first recommend "Shut Up and Play Guitar!", which shows his guitarist side like a fool. Then there's the delicious "One Size Fits All", where the guitar flutters amidst an exquisite and intoxicating synthesis of sounds, and it's clear that this is a man who thinks about the whole forest with his guitar. His sublime musical philosophy has also influenced many people, including John Frusciante. His large band is known for the many talented people who played in it, and among the guitarists he trained are Lowell George (Little Feat), Steve Vai, his son Dweezil Zappa, Mike Keneally White and many others. -Eisuke Sato
Representative albums "One Size Fits All" (1974, photo), Frank Zappa "Shut Up 'n Play Yer Guitar" (1981)
Jerry Garcia Leader of the original jam band, the Grateful Dead, formed in San Francisco in 1965, the Dead were a psychedelic rock act that specialised in long improvisations that expressed a sense of tripping. Deadheads were intoxicated by Garcia's long solos on songs such as 'Dark Star', in which his sparkling-toned guitar weaves in and out of his signature triplets. A banjo player with a passion for bluegrass and folk music before the Dead formed, Garcia's experience with other stringed instruments - he tried his hand at pedal steel in the early '70s when the Dead became more country-rock oriented - and his love of the instrument, from Chuck Berry to Django Reinhardt (Legend has it that he bought up all the Django records available in San Francisco), and his interest in a wide range of music was concentrated in his guitar playing. He died in 1995 at the age of 53. -Igarashi Tadashi
Representative albums "Live Dead" (1969, photo) Grateful Dead "Hundred Year Hall" (1995)
Ron Asheton Ron Asheton, who played in Iggy Pop's Stooges, is a guitarist who should be recognised for his influence on later generations. From the Sex Pistols and the Damned to Sonic Youth, this is the source of the rock underground. From their formation in 1967 to their break-up in 1974, they left behind only three albums. He turned to bass on their third album, "Raw Power", in 1973, so he only made two albums as a guitarist. However, these two albums are strong. Iggy Pop and the Stooges' debut album, "The Stooges", in 1969, created the prototype for punk guitar, with simple riffs repeated on songs such as "I Wanna Be Your Dog" and "No Fun". The band's second album, Fun House, was released in 1970. The band reunited in 2003, but he died suddenly in January 2009. He did not live long after all. -Hiroshi Hirose
Representative albums "The Stooges" (1969, photo) Iggy Pop & the Stooges "Fun House" (1970)
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Pictures: Stevie Ray Vaughan (left) and Duane Allman (right)
Top 10 guitarists by genre: blues rock In the 1960s, British youth developed blues-based guitar playing as the main expression of rock. Clapton was a prime example of this, but he was also followed by (4/ Peter Green) and (5/ Mick Taylor) in the Bluesbreakers, who went on to work with Fleetwood Mac and the Rolling Stones respectively. The first guitar hero in the USA was (6/ Mike Bloomfield), who was in The Paul Butterfield Blues Band and famously played with Dylan. The 'million-dollar guitarist' who signed a contract with (6/ Mike Bloomfield) for the highest amount of money at the time (1968) was Texas-born (7/ Johnny Winter). (8/ Roy Buchanan), active since the 50s and a master teacher of Robbie Robertson and others, became widely known after a 1971 TV documentary on 'The World's Best Unknown Guitarists'. (9/ Rory Gallagher) was also the first Irish rocker to work internationally. (2/ Duane Allman) of the Allman Brothers Band was a master of the slide guitar and made a major contribution to the band's success and to Clapton's Derek & The Dominos 'Layla'. The young slide guitar prodigy (3/ Derek Trucks) is the mainstay of the current Allmans and the second coming of (2/ Duane Allman), who is also active in his own band. He was the driving force behind the unexpected blues revival of the 80s, when (1/ Stevie Ray Vaughan) appeared on the scene, blowing people's minds with his powerful playing. Most of the guitarists who emerged from the 1990s onwards were influenced by him. The 'Hendrix of Pedal Steel' (10/ Robert Randolph) is one such example. -Tadashi Igarashi
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Duane Allman
Derek Trucks
Peter Green
Mick Taylor
Mike Bloomfield
Johnny Winter
Roy Buchanan
Rory Gallagher
Robert Randolph
Translator's Note: There was a typo error on Tony Iommi's name as can be seen on the magazine page itself.
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emmyrosee · 2 years ago
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Tsukishima Kei
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drabbles
Every Little Thing (feat. Sugawara Koushi & Yamaguchi Tadashi) - uncle!au
Protector of the Scared
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unfinishedjulyrain · 1 year ago
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"I understand you completely," Tadashi reassured her, a smile adorning his features. "Trust me. I am aware that we have it all planned out and organized all the details but actually sitting here, starting the engine?" He laughed, shaking his head in amusement but also anticipation. "If I can say this much, I can't really imagine going on a trip like this with someone else. Perhaps with my sister but that's about it. Thank you for coming with me."
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He could sense the nervousness because he felt the same. But he would try his best to make this a memorable trip for both of them, Tadashi was a caring person who looked out for those around him. Nodding as she went to grab the rest of her luggage, the male offered her an encouraging smile upon her return and started the engine. "Let's go!"
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tiyasrocks · 2 years ago
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Elsa's Moment of Triumph
Elsa found herself amidst the stark, antiseptic walls of the hospital room, her frame writhing and contorting with the merciless pangs of labor. Her features were contorted with agony, and she clenched her fingers around Tadashi's hand with an unyielding force, so hard that it threatened to cut off the circulation of his fingers. The pain surged through her body like an electric current, causing her to take quick, shallow breaths, each one filled with a soft, plaintive moan as the intensity of her contractions escalated.
Tadashi sat beside her, his eyes trained solely on his beloved wife, willing her on with his unwavering support. He knew that the birthing process was no easy feat. He had been there for Elsa every step of the way through the entire pregnancy, but right now as she writhed in pain, he felt utterly helpless and insufficient. 
He murmured soothing words of comfort, his voice a soft caress against her ear, an unspoken promise of his steadfast presence through thick and thin.
The room was filled with Elsa’s tortured moans overlapping with the monotonous beeps of the machines, which measured the life-giving heartbeats of Elsa's and Tadashi's unborn child. Despite the agony, Elsa felt a wave of serenity wash over her as she gazed into Tadashi's reassuring eyes, filled to the brim with love and concern for her well-being. She knew that he would be her rock through this arduous journey, as he had been through all of life's trials.
With each passing moment, the pain grew more and more unbearable, and Elsa felt as though she were caught in a vice of torment. Her body trembled and perspired profusely as she struggled to summon the strength to endure. In this moment of vulnerability, Elsa clung to Tadashi, relying on his unwavering presence and comfort to help her navigate this harrowing experience.
It had been a long journey for Elsa and Tadashi, from their first meeting to falling in love, getting married, and now welcoming their first child into the world. The couple had faced many obstacles along the way, but they had always overcome them together.
Elsa gritted her teeth as another wave of pain washed over her, but she refused to give in to the ache. She was a fighter, and according to Tadashi’s words ‘a queen who had conquered the elements themselves’, and she would not falter now. With a deep breath, she summoned all of her strength and pushed with all her might, grunting with the effort.
Soon enough, a cry filled the room, sweet and high-pitched. Elsa's eyes widened, tears of joy welling up in them as she gazed upon her newborn child cradled in the arms of the doctor. Tadashi's own eyes were awash with emotion, a smile stretching across his lips as he looked upon the newest member of their family.
"Congratulations, you're a father," said the nurse with a smile, placing the swaddled bundle into Tadashi's arms. Tadashi looked down at his child, their head a mop of black hair but the instant they opened their eyes, Tadashi was filled with a sense of deja vu. 
Their child had Elsa’s eyes. 
Their son.
It was a boy. 
"He's perfect," Tadashi whispered, tears streaming down his face as he held his son close to his chest.
Elsa reached out and placed a gentle hand on the newborn’s head, marvelling at the tiny little fingers and toes that wriggled in the blanket. "He's so beautiful," she said, her voice soft with emotion.
Tadashi nodded in agreement, his heart swelling with pride and love for his family. "We need to give him a name," he said, looking down at his son.
Elsa smiled.
”Do you have any name in mind?" she asked, curious to know what he was thinking.
Tadashi paused for a moment, his eyes focused on the sleeping infant in his arms. "How about Asahi?" he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. "It means 'morning sun' in Japanese. I think it's a fitting name for our son.”
Elsa's face lit up with joy, and she reached out to touch her son's face. "Asahi," she repeated softly. "I love it. Welcome to the world, Asahi.”
Tadashi gently handed Asahi to Elsa.
Elsa's heart swelled with a multitude of emotions as she beheld the precious little life that she and Tadashi had brought into the world. The sight of her newborn son, filled her with an indescribable joy and sense of accomplishment. It was as though all the difficulties and hardships that she and Tadashi had faced throughout their journey had led them to this exact moment, where they were blessed with the greatest gift of all - a child of their own.
As Elsa gazed at Asahi's delicate features, she couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the tiny fingers that curled around hers, and the soft cooing sounds that emanated from his small mouth - all of these little details seemed to make her heart overflow with love and wonder.
She looked over at Tadashi, who was still staring at their son with a look of pure adoration on his face. Elsa felt a deep sense of gratitude for the man who stood by her side through thick and thin, who had supported her and loved her unconditionally. Together, they had created this new life, and Elsa knew that they were both committed to doing everything in their power to ensure that Asahi had the best possible future.
The realisation that they had created this little bundle of joy together, a tiny being with all his life ahead of him, filled Elsa with a sense of responsibility and deep love that she had never felt before. She knew that there would be many challenges ahead, sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, but she was ready to face them all.
As she looked out through the window at the warm, bright sunny day, Elsa took a deep breath and looked around herself. The world seemed brighter, more vibrant, and full of possibilities. With Tadashi by her side and their son cradled in their arms, she knew that they were capable of overcoming any obstacle that came their way.
The journey of parenthood was just beginning, but Elsa was confident that they would make it through with their love and determination intact. With a sense of peace in her heart and a smile on her face, she prepared herself to begin the next chapter of their lives, ready to face the future with all its joys and challenges.
Note - I blame @blunaowl for making me fall in love with #tadelsa
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wvba-ringside-gossip · 2 years ago
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"Hello everyone! This goes to the other ringside staff, what do you think of us here at the OG Division? I know I askthis question a bit, but it's also fun to get some opinions! Ruby and Jazzy can also update their answers too if their opinions have changed since this was last asked!" - Kawaguchi Tadashi
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"Popinsky here again! Sonya expresses deep enjoyment for the man, Duncan. She loves his attitude, and finds that his eyes are always covered very intriguing and funny! She also take liking to the Wright brother, Lefty. Not so much Texas, something about attitude remind her too much of someone else...hmph..."
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"Oh, I love all of them! But I think I gotta go for the bro, Blu! Love to see another brother out there! That Berk fella isn't too bad either! But that Novio...I don't like what he did to Ruby, and even though he is changing, Vosoti au I think it'll be a while till I warm up to him" "Eh, I don't mind the lot too much! All kinds o' fun they are! But Me faves 'ave to be Kawa, Duncan and Apollo. They remind me o' me siblings from when I lived in Killarney! Always brighten me day whenever I see 'em!"
"And thats no easy feat either!" "Hey!" "Well it isn't, is it?"
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notadxmbbunny · 1 year ago
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@fredelicious24
look, hiro loved fred. he truly did. fred was the one friend of tadashi's that hiro genuinely felt like he got a long with... not just because he was the little brother, but because him and fred actually had a decent amount in common. what he didn't love was.... well, the fact that fred did NOT like that hiro was living out of his car. that fred INSISTED hiro come to live with him. hiro was stubborn, that was for sure, but arguing with fred was, more often than not, a lost cause. when fred wanted something — truly wanted it — getting him to change his mind was no easy feat. in fear he'd tell beau that hiro had practically been living on the streets, the younger chose to comply.
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so, hiro had now been crashing in the other's gaming room for a few weeks now, and he didn't really mind having the other around; he hadn't realized how much he had missed fred until he discovered he was in evermore too. when the familiar head of blonde hair came into his doorway, hiro turned to look at him, tilting his head; ❛ oh, hey fred. are you... um, are you going to the shop today ?? i finished all the books you've already given me, and i'd be willing to organize or do something around the shop in exchange for some more... ❜
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devilsmenu · 5 months ago
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"Good that you remember, I like guys with a good memory" Felicia said jokingly and gave him a joking wink. "I did a mocktail, would you like some?".
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Tadashi laughs and nods. "I remember you like it, and I saw it, so I decided to get it for you." Tadashi grins and sits down, waiting on Felicia. "Thank you for inviting me over."
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lighteous · 2 years ago
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https://www.mixcloud.com/yabest/flights
Yabe Tadashi ♫ New Mixcloud
Chucho Valdés -Invitacion   
Terri Lyne Carrington & Social Science  -Pray The Gay Away
Andi Otto  -Down The Charukeshi Road (feat. M.D.Pallavi)  
The Paradise Bangkok Molam International Band   -เดี่ยวแคนติดสูตร  
Wolfgang Dauner  -Lady Blue  
United Future Organization  -Loud Minority(Masuo Slow Mix) 
Jules Brennan  -Theme de Koto  
Aïyb Dieng  -Bôka Devotion   
Yusef Lateef    -Technological Homosapien  
Twin Cosmos  -Space Flight  
Emile Londonien  -Down The Big Street(Geoff Roy Remix)  
Anadol  -Eciflere Gel  
Hieroglyphic Being   -Brain Damage  
Jack McDuff   -Untitled D Minor (Live)  
Wadadli Experience  -We See Jah   
Azar Lawrence  -Bridge Into the New Age
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m4iya · 3 months ago
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Newspaper Club Reader interviewing the Karasuno Team after the Miyagi Spring High Preliminaries
Yamaguchi Tadashi (Daichi Sawamura, Sugawara Koushi, Ennoshita Chikara, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio)
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Twirling your pen around your finger, you were absolutely stumped for ideas.
What am I supposed to report about?
You, a first year, who just joined the Newspaper Club out of your enjoyment for writing, were now being flooded with an overwhelming amount of responsibilities. Why weren’t the third years doing any of this..?
“You can get all the juicy details from them! After all, you’re in the same grade as the first years, and they’re all the rave right now!” One of your upperclassmen said whilst encouragingly patting you on the back, flashing you a grin alongside a thumbs up.
So here you were now, racking your brain during your limited lunch time to think up questions that you can ask them.
What am I supposed to interview them about? I don’t even play volleyball!
Not to mention, you still had to ask the school for permission to impede on their practice time to even ask them anything? And who said the team would even agree?!
You happened to be familiar with some of the members, because as your club president had said, they’re in your grade. So, you sometimes pass by them in the hallways, and other times-
“SOMEONE HELP ME!!” The supposed ‘top class’ volleyball decoy’s voice screeched throughout the hallway.
“GET BACK HERE YOU IDIOT!” The infamous first-year setter’s voice echoed close behind.
Yeah, that.
And that was the extent of your familiarity with them. Just hearing their voices rage so loudly in the hallway.. how would you even interview people who were so.. hard to cope with?
An idea suddenly popped into your head, and your eyes widened with excitement.
Yeah, she’d know what to do!
Grabbing your notebook and pen, you dash outside of your own class, towards Class 1-5. Standing at the door, out of breath, your eyes dart across the room.
“Yachi! Hey!” You say, excitedly pacing towards her, placing your belongings down on her desk.
“Hi y/n!” She happily responds, glancing down at your book and pen. “Club work?”
“Yeah.. I have to interview the boys’ volleyball team, and I was hoping you’d be able to give me some ideas”. A sigh accompanied your words as you spoke.
“Sure! In terms of being able to give a comprehensive response to a question, there’s some people you’re gonna want to ask the most so you can get really detailed answers..” She continued, explaining who would be able to give you newspaper-esque responses, who, and what to centre your questions around.
The two of you brainstormed a bunch of questions based off their most recent feats, training regimes, habits and general information such as height, jumping height and spike speed.
Yachi also described specific members to you, showing you photos to help you get familiar with them before actually meeting them. it’d be pretty awkward if you repeatedly mistook them for other people.
Next up on your list was to get permission from the school. Yachi told you not to worry, saying they probably wouldn’t have a problem with it.
You managed to get all those things done within lunchtime, with the school actually agreeing to allow you. The team would be notified by their manager, and you’d be able to conduct the interview(s) at the end of the day.
You spent the last few classes before the end bell rang, and a little after that, refining your questions, and pinpointing people for each, making sure to ask specific players questions where you knew they’d be able to give you the most detailed answers. Following the directions to the volleyball gym that you’d received from Yachi, you nervously rehearsed how you’d conduct the interview in your head.
‘It’s okay! Yachi will be there! She’ll be my emotional support!’
You found yourself in-front of the gym, with one of its doors already open wide. Stepping in you made sure to put on a confident display so as to seem semi-professional – as though you knew what you were doing.
The coach, who you were told would introduce the team to you, was standing inside near the entrance.
“Hey, you’re here for the interview, right?”
“Y-Yes! I am!” You nervously replied.
He clapped his hands together, catching the attention of the team, whose eyes darted towards you.  
‘Oh no.. They’re all staring at me..!’
“Daichi probably already told you all, but for a little while today, y/n here is going to be watching you all practice and interview some of you for the school newspaper”. Some of them shout in glee, others wear a slightly nervous or excited smile.
You see Yachi standing to the side, smiling and giving you a thumbs up. In order to distract yourself, you look down at the notes you took with her, and recall her words;
“You’re going to want to target the boys who’d probably give actual responses to interview questions. That’d probably be.. Daichi, Sugawara, Ennoshita, and Yamaguchi”.
“So, is there anything you specifically wanted to start with, y/n?” Coach Ukai asked, turning to you.
“Well, for most of it, I’d ask for..”
You called out the first four names you had written down. They came forward, and the rest were dismissed to continue practice until you were finished. You overheard the orange haired boy and his energetic upperclassmen sounding disgruntled about ‘not being acknowledged’. You were also pretty sure you felt the intimidating stare of the intense-looking setter on your back as you turned to face the other boys..
‘Yikes..’ you shuddered
Turning to the boys who’ll be in the main part of the interview, you began speaking. “I’m probably going to be asking at most 2 questions each. So, when you’re finished responding, you can go back to practice if you want”. You said with a smile. The boys nodded in response.
You set up your handheld recorder alongside a pen and paper.
“Oh, and don’t worry about giving super long answers, short ones shouldn’t be too much of an issue” You added. Yamaguchi and Ennoshita seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
You began asking them questions, starting with Daichi.
“What do you find to be the hardest to do as a team captain?”.
He thought for a second, tapping his chin, then proceeded to answer.
“It might be the pressure I feel to make sure everyone is on their a-game during matches, while also keeping my nerves in check..” He replied, choosing his words carefully; knowing the whole school might read what he’s saying.
He continued about his role during the actual matches, and you noted down that he seems to be a center point of the team, holding things together like glue.
Sugawara was next. You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a smile.
Clearing your throat, you continued with your questions. “Don’t let this get to you, but my upper-classmen wanted to see if I could get ‘juicy’ information”. You cautioned, scared to overstep your boundaries. Sugawara laughed at your warning. “It’s fine, I don’t think I’ll be offended by an interview”.  
‘Okay, here goes..’
“Do you feel inferior to..” You squinted, reading the name, making sure to pronounce it properly, “Kageyama Tobio, the first-year setter who dramatically took your regular spot on the team?”
“Nope!” He immediately responded, leaving you surprised.
“Instead of feeling defeated or inferior, I see it as an opportunity to learn about setting from someone who’s more talented at setting than I am. And it’s not like I don’t play at all” He added. “Besides, it’s my final year anyways, I’ve had my time as a regular on the team”. You couldn’t say that didn’t surprise you.
Looking over your shoulder, you see a catch a glimpse of a eyed Daichi.
“Suga…!” He sniffles dramatically.
Sugawara puffs out his chest jokingly, “That’s me, teaching my junior the principles of setting!”
The five of you laugh at the exchange, with you writing down the key points, making a note to come back to the recording later when typing up the actual article.
Glancing over at Yamaguchi who was going to be up next, he looked nervous, as though he was trying to avoid your gaze. So, you decided to let Ennoshita go first instead.
“Ennoshita, I’ve heard rumours of you being the next captain after Daichi graduates. How does that make you feel?”
“Well, for starters, a captain should have the confidence to pump up his teammates.. and I don’t think I’m currently at that level.” Ennoshita nervously laughs, looking over at Daichi who shoots him a confident smile.
“There’s also other second years on the team, so I’m not sure who spread this rumour, but.. I don’t think I could do a captain’s job” He states with a ‘matter of fact’ tone.
Glancing towards Sugawara and Daichi, they adorn dramatically worried expressions.
“Tanaka as captain.. or even Nishinoya…” Daichi’s voice trails off.
“Scary.. I won’t be here to see it, and Noya can’t be a captain since he’s the Libero.. but just the thought of it makes me shudder..” Daichi and Sugawara comically shiver.
You note down the unspoken preference towards Ennoshita being captain over the other second-years that seem way more outspoken.
You look down at your notebook, highlighting the questions you were planning to ask Yamaguchi, when he walks towards you as the others were distracted in their own conversation.
“Hey, um.. are you sure you need me to answer anything? I don’t think I’d have anything interesting to contribute..” He softly questioned, leaning down to whisper so as not to gain the attention of the other guys. He seemed overly nervous for some reason.
For a moment, you didn’t focus on his words, as you felt like you’d seen him somewhere before.
“Ah! You’re Yamaguchi from Class 1-4!” You exclaimed.
“Huh..? Y-yeah, I am..”
“We’re in the same class!”
“Yeah, we a- wait we are?”
You felt relieved now that somebody you were at least slightly familiar with was with you while you conducted your interviews. Sure, Yachi was here, but she still had her assistant work to attend to, alongside learning from Kiyoko, the original manager.
You exhaled a sigh of relief, feeling slightly less intimidated. Sure, you’ve never spoken to him outside of today, and he probably doesn’t even recognise you from class, but it brought you a little bit more confidence. Knowing someone in your class just so happened to be on the volleyball team, made it feel less like they were bigshot professionals, and more-so like the high school students that they are.
“Okay Yamaguchi! Let’s get started”.
He nodded in response, still feeling surprised that a girl knew his name, let alone recognised him. The tips of his ears warmed up.
You tapped your pen on the side of your notebook. “Yamaguchi, during Karasuno’s match against Sejoh, You scored a ‘Service Ace’ using your ‘Jump Float Serve’. How did that make you, a pinch server, feel?” You questioned, straightening the pen in your hand preparing to write down notes.
“Well.. I was really nervous that I wouldn’t be able to make it, given how I’ve only learnt how to do a serve like that recently.” He explained “But even though it barely hit the line, I felt like I finally had something to fight with on my own”. Yamaguchi wore a nervous smile as he continued.
“I might have some height, but before learning how to Jump Float Serve, I wasn’t able to do much other than stand on the court with my feet glued in place when I was subbed in. And the one time that happened, I was called to the bench immediately after..” Fiddling with his hands, he tried explaining what he meant. “It’s like..” He took a deep breath, thinking of an analogy. “..When you’re called on to answer a question in class, but you’re too nervous to do it, even though you know exactly how. You feel stumped standing in front of the board, with the whole class staring at you.. so the teacher calls on somebody else to answer it. But when you sit back down in your seat, you’re relieved that you didn’t embarrass yourself, but disappointed that you didn’t do something you know how to”.
Wow, I didn’t expect him to give such a detailed response.
“I-I didn’t mean to say too much!” He says, worried that you’d gotten bored of his mini speech.
Looking down at your book, you continue writing, making sure you get down all the notes that came to you as he spoke so as to not forget them later.
“It’s fine! Your point against Sejoh is one of the things that I wanted to know the most about! Based off what I’ve learnt about volleyball so far, a service ace seems pretty hard to score, especially against that team” You reassured him with a smile.
“Next question! What’s it like watching the team play from the sidelines? Do you ever feel like they had a play where you would’ve been able to do something more?”.
He hesitates, careful not to sound conceited.
“I wouldn’t say that I’d be able to do better.. That’s probably why I’m not a regular” He chuckles, running his fingers through his hair.“Though, if I did see something, I’d probably ask them about it later. I usually use the time I’m on the side to observe and see if there’s anything I can incorporate into my own practice..”
“Okay..” You said, wrapping up your final notes from his answer.
“Now, a few more questions! I’m going to write individual sections about a few of you in the article, you included. Do you mind that?”
“A section about me?” He replied, cheeks flushing a hue of pink.
“Yeah!” Flipping the pages of your notebook, you arrive at a part you sectioned out for personal information.
“I’m going to need your height, jumping height, spiking height, serve speed..” Your voice seemed to trail off in his head as he felt his heart beating faster by the second.
Meeting your eyes, he could see the excitement bubbling up within you. You didn’t seem too into it at the beginning, so why was it that you suddenly seemed.. brighter to him..?
He told you the things that he’d already known, such as his height. For the rest of the information, the two of you measured and recorded them together in the court. Once the two of you were done, you needed to record some information about their practice routines and the like. Having become somewhat acquainted with Yamaguchi at this point, he helped you interview the rest of the boys who you felt a little embarrassed to approach on your own.
First, you interviewed the ‘famous’ first year duo, Hinata and Kageyama about what they do to sync with each other during a match. You felt some tension between them, though you chalked it up to being a friendly rivalry.
You ended up getting information on Kageyama’s training routine, alongside recording Hinata’s spiking height, which you planned to compare to his regular height.
This’ll definitely catch the eyes of onlookers! I mean, someone so short spiking so high..!
Yamaguchi laughed at the grin you wore while writing down Hinata’s information. He turns to Hinata, jokingly smiling.
“Your name’s gonna be all over the school, Hinata..!” He said, egging him on.
“I know!!”
“It’s just the school newspaper.” Kageyama irritably added.
The two shot him a glare.
Once you finished compiling Hinata and Kageyama’s information, they returned to their training where the rest of their teammates were refining their serves. You said goodbye to the coach and prepared to leave the gymnasium.
Though, Yamaguchi didn’t return to practice with the rest of his teammates. “Did you have anything else you wanted to add?” You said, turning to him with a smile on your face as you adjusted the strap of your bag.
It seems you caught him off guard.
“N-No! I’m good!” He stuttered.
He cleared his throat before continuing “Um.. Thanks for.. You know, interviewing me..”
Now that caught you off guard.
“Oh..! I-Its nothing! Just doing my work as a member of the Newspaper Club!” A nervous chuckle left you alongside your reply.
The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, you, feeling a little awkward, searching for something to say.
Suddenly, his soft voice broke the stillness. “Um..! Is there any way I could, uh..” He shuffled around, sticking his hand in his pocket to take something out.
You turned your head in confusion. Suddenly, your cheeks flushed red as he held out his phone in front of him, looking down at his feet timidly.
Taking the phone from his hand, you typed in your number with trembling fingers, and set the contact number as ‘Newspaper Girl’. You look back at him with a nervous smile while he took the phone back with wide eyes.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” You questioned.
His eyes met yours once again. This time, he wore a bright smile.
“Sure..!”
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