#hajime haven't told them

[lunart-06]

Made this hinaegi animatic reel in instagram since I heard the audio. I think it suits soda's distress /lh

[eternal-evergreens]

may I request a yandere hajime kashimo x fem reader or yandere gato x fem reader if you haven't read the manga yet

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧ "Arc Flash" ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Post format: drabble

Paring: Yandere! Hajime Kashimo x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: major injury, slight gore, period-typical misogyny (nothing from Hajime), cross-dressing, forced marriage

You were once one of the strongest sorcerers of your time, though your days of glory have long since passed you by.

You were twenty-five when you fought what you thought to be your last battle. Twenty-five when you sustained a life-altering injury. Twenty-five when you lost it all.

Hajime Kashimo. Your childhood friend turned sour. Endearing when you were children, his fixation on you began to verge on unnerving as you entered adolescence. By the time you had entered adulthood, it had bloomed into an obsession from which you could not escape.

“Let’s get married,” he told you on your eighteenth birthday. He wasn’t asking for your opinion. If you wanted to get out of this, you’d need a better excuse than ‘I don’t want to’.

“I can’t,” you said flatly, luggage in hand. You needed to get going before noon, and he was blocking your only exit. “It’s a tradition in my family for sorcerers to go on a pilgrimage of strength once they enter adulthood. You know this.” 

“I’m not like them,” you say. “I need to get stronger.”

“The girls usually choose to get married instead, though.”

“You don't even have a technique!” You pause. 

That's not quite true, though he has no way to know it. You never told him about it, after all.

“...Even more reason to get stronger.” 

You do have a technique, but you've only just recently discovered it. 

“You won’t need to get stronger once you’re under my protection.” 

Most sorcerers become aware of their technique around five or six…

“And what if someone attacks me while you’re away? I’m going. End of story.” 

…but it's a different story if their technique requires the use of a medium that is hard to come by.

“When you come back, then,” he says. You give a vague indication of agreement, and he lets you pass. 

Corpses aren't exactly common playthings for a child, after all.

Most pilgrimages of this type end after a maximum of three years. However, returning was never something you planned on doing. Your family scorned you for not being a meek and obedient daughter, and Hajime had chased off the only friends you had. There was nothing left for you back in the village. The pilgrimage was largely nothing more than an excuse for your escape. 

Of course, that doesn’t mean it was all for show. You were’nt lying when you said you wanted to get stronger, after all.

Within just a year of your departure, rumours of “The Masked Sorcerer” began to circulate around Japan. Despite the growing fame, you weren’t worried about being caught. After all, [First] [Last] was a female sorcerer of humble origins with no innate technique, completely different from the Masked Sorcerer, an anonymous male who possessed a mastery over corpse manipulation.

After seven years of independence, you thought you'd never see anyone from your past ever again. But perhaps the years of separation had worn on your memory; you seemed to have forgotten that Hajime was a junkie for battle.

It was a relatively simple attack from behind. So easy to dodge that you suspect it was meant more as a declaration than a genuine attempt on your life. You reach for your katana, prepared to take your assailant down in one blow, however, a familiar voice freezes you in place.

“You’re the masked sorcerer, right?” He asked. “I've been looking for you.” Hajime lunges for you, his cursed energy crackling around him. You jump to create distance, narrowly avoiding a collision. Snapping out of your momemtary stupor, this time you don’t hesitate to unsheathe your katana and swing it down in one fluid motion. At the same time, you summon a horde of skeletons to join you in battle. Skeletons don’t make for the strongest fighters, but bones are the most resistant to electric conduction. That makes them perfect for fighting against Hajime’s cursed energy. 

“So this is corpse manipulation!” Hajime exclaims, leaping out of your sword’s path. “I’ve never seen anything like it!” Your skeletons swarm him, each armed with weapons made of bone. Hajime releases a surge of electricity, but the skeletons hardly react. “Not bad.” He grins. “You even accounted for the special property of my cursed energy. However,” Hajime drops his staff and raises his arms to his chest, making a hand sign you recognise instantly. How could you forget? You were the first person he showed it off to. 

“Hey, look at this! I just learned how to make explosions!” Hajime, age twelve, told you, guiding you by the hand as he ran with you across an open field. “[First], [First], look!” 

“I’m looking, I’m looking,” you say. Hajime smiles, letting go of your hand to free up his own, he places his left palm over the back of his right hand, making a sign that resembles a butterfly’s wings. “How does it work?”

“So you take a bunch of electricity like this to create a sort of field, yeah? Then you pulse more electricity through that field, and then…” In a second, the tree standing to your left explodes as if struck by lightning, its stump catches on fire, and its branches fly out in all directions, many of them also on fire.

“Woah! That’s amazing, Hajime!” Hajime puffs out his chest with pride.

“I’ve even thought of a name for it!” He tells you. “I’m calling it—”

“Arc flash.” 

In no time at all, the force of the explosion rips your skeletons apart, leaving nothing left between you and him. You lunge forward, katana in hand. He readies his staff to block your attack, and the two of you exchange blows with lightning speed.

“What’s your name?” He asks. You don’t answer. Your voice would give you away. A current passes through your body, shocking the nerves. You lock up, and Hajime reaches to remove your mask. In a flash, you sever his arm. But the damage is done. In an effort to protect your identity, you gave it away instead.

It’s Hajime’s turn to be frozen now. He looks down at the stump of his arm as blood gushes from the cleany cut arteries, then he looks back to you. “That was…”

New Shadow Style: Simple Domain. 

By creating a small domain around your body, you’re able to automate your movements, attacking and reacting to attacks faster than you ever could on your own.

It’s not something you came up with, but, having no innate technique to rely on, it was basically your signature back home.

Shit. You messed up.

“Let’s change the rules,” he says, healing his injured hand and picking his staff back up. “If I win, you’ll promise to marry me, just like you did back then.” No point in hiding it now, you figure. You rip off your mask and throw it to the ground.

“And if I win, you’ll die where you stand.” 

“Deal.” The two of you launch towards each other in a blaze of fiery passion. You fight well, but it isn’t long before you burn through all of your skeleton reserves. Regular corpses, though stronger, are more suceptible to electric pulse, and don’t last much longer. With nothing but melee combat left at your disposal, it was only a matter of time before a well-placed electrical current sent you out of commission. 

That bastard. He targeted your spinal cord on purpose, didn’t he? 

“Partial paraplegia,” the doctor said. “It means that while you still retain some form of movement in your legs, it will be quite difficult for you to ever walk again. And even then, only for short distances.” 

You wanted to kill him. That good-for-nothing husband of yours was just about as bad as it can get. But a sorcerer’s word is their pride. So you agreed to go back to his residence as his newly disabled wife, though the humiliation and shame just might send you into an early grave.

“Well,” he says, grinning as he wheels you out of the office. “Guess you can’t run away anymore, huh?”

[hoeneymilktea]

deciphered ✧ tooru oikawa chapter 5 | rescuing sly fox

Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi—whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him at the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the notorious top five gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher—your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname.

✧ pairing — tooru oikawa / afab reader ✧ genre — erotica/smut, action romance, crime romance, dark romance (absolutely no dv/sa), psychological thriller, crime/detective mystery ✧ rating — very explicit, 18+ mdni ✧ chapter word count — 7.9k ✧ content warnings — violence, street racing, references to drugs, explicit sexual content, heavy angst. see below break for chapter specific warnings ↴

author's note — This fanfic is inspired by the beautiful and amazing fanart of Street Racer AU Tooru Oikawa. Artist is @aikk00. disclaimer — I do not condone the romanticization of the yakuza or the reality of gang life as I intended not to portray that kind of interpretation, nor promote the activity of illegal street racing. Do not seek out these types of experiences as this work is just a piece of fiction. Please remember to read at your own risk.

renegade nights ⇠ rescuing sly fox ⇢ shower thoughts

✧ chapter specific content warnings: heavy violence, murder, blood, guns, minor character death(s), mentions of kidnapping and ransom

"I have to go right now, I have important business to do with DK."

"Now?" You panicked as he dropped the news on you so quickly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He pitied, stroking the sides of your thighs with his thumb. "I'm having Leia take you back to my condo."

You watched both Kuroo and Oikawa roll out of the parking lot, the sound of their engines roaring through the street. Kuroo led in front while Oikawa followed closely behind, their red tail lights disappearing into a corner as they furthered their distance from Haiba Ramen.

Two Hours Prior — Cypher & DK

Oikawa grabbed the handheld radio transmitter from his glove compartment and flipped the switch on with his thumb. A static noise erupting from the device before it connected, granting him access to Kuroo's radio. "DK, you there?"

"Copy, Cypher." Kuroo's deep voice rattled through the small voice box.

"Follow you?" Oikawa asked as he pressed the small button on the side of the radio. He watched the bright red Nissan 350Z turn a sharp corner, entering into the Shuto Expressway.

"Roger." Kuroo's responded before he ended the line with a beep from the speaker. Oikawa saw him stick his right hand out of his window, two fingers motioning forward onto the road ahead.

While dropping his handheld radio transmitter on the passenger seat, Oikawa gripped the top of his steering wheel and curled his fingers around the edge of the leather. He glanced down at the middle console for a second, realizing you had left one of your personal belongings in his car. It was a small lip balm, securely tucked inside one of his cupholders.

His mind began to flood with the thought of you and your safety, wishing the double date between all four of you earlier should not have ended so abruptly, but unfortunately some situations took priority over others. To Oikawa, this was one of those situations.

When Kuroo called him over to talk back at Haiba Ramen, Oikawa thought it was going to be another fight on the streets as it was common between them both to settle disputes out. Though, once he saw the same despondent and worrisome look Kuroo rarely gave unless things were out of hand, he knew exactly what was to come.

Kuroo showed a picture of Shinsuke Kita—a.k.a. Sly Fox, tied up in a wooden chair that was rotten all over, handcuffed to the bars behind with his mouth gagged from a green bandana around his face. It was taken and sent by members of the Nohebi clan, a rival yakuza group to the Sakanosita clan that had a personal vendetta against Kuroo, Oikawa and Kita.

Underneath the picture was an accompanied text of Kita's address—the abandoned warehouse that previously belonged to the Sakanoshita family. It once housed all illegal trades and businesses, but now has been left abandoned after the head boss of the Sakanoshita clan passed away.

"Around the corner, in a few. Wait for my call." His handled radio beeped again with the sound of Kuroo's voice.

In the distance was the infamous Sakanoshita warehouse, situated on the brink of the Tokyo Freight Terminal, disguised as several shipping containers stacked together for privacy with a titanium roof. Unless you were working directly under the Sakanoshita clan, most employees in the pier never knew it was a hotspot destination for storing and transporting their contraband to different locations around Japan.

The Sakanoshita family had every political institution wrapped around their finger, and the Tokyo Police Department was no exception. Every illegal business and trade operated on the Tokyo Freight Terminal, as it was also the place Oikawa and Kuroo met for the first time while dealing.

Thinking back to that treacherous memory and his previous dangerously impulsive actions, Oikawa clenched his teeth and tried his best to bury it in the back of his mind. It was best that way, he assumed. He didn't want it to cloud his current judgement, but he found it difficult to withhold the trauma from resurfacing.

He watched Kuroo and his 350Z roll up on the outside of the warehouse and stop right in front of the entrance. The headlights of his car flashed directly on Kita's black Nissan Silvia parked on the side, his bumper scraped up and dented with a broken window on the passenger side door.

Oikawa grabbed the walkie talkie and pressed his thumb against the side button. "DK, slowly. Try your best to not make too much noise going in."

"Roger, Cypher."

Oikawa threw the small radio back onto the passenger seat again, hearing a beep as it plopped down. He placed his right hand on the top of the steering wheel and his left hand on the gear shift, switching it to first. He followed Kuroo as he parked right next to Kita's Silvia, making sure the low rumble of his car was the quietest he could possibly make it.

He watched Kuroo turn off the ignition and flicker his headlights shut. Oikawa did the same, clicking the keys backwards and completely turning off his engine. Once he dimmed his headlights, he turned to Kuroo on his right, waiting for a signal.

Oikawa didn't mind that Kuroo took the lead—he usually did when all three of them went on operations and discreet jobs for the Sakanoshita family. Even when Mr. Sakanoshita died, all three of them remained partners for all underground deals and businesses. Despite the street racing gang rivalry façade they put on with one another, nonetheless they knew when business meant business in all kinds of its forms and they all worked well with it.

Kuroo stepped out of his vehicle and closed his door quietly before Oikawa followed suit and placed his keys in the back pocket of his jeans. He leaned over and opened the glove compartment again and took out his gunmetal pistol, quickly loading the magazine with the accompanied bullets. He loaded each bullet individually with precision—his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows pinched as he focused carefully.

Once Oikawa pushed the magazine back into the pistol and cocked the slider, he looked to the left again—your little lip balm resting in the cupholder. Oikawa sighed and reached over to grab it before inspecting the tiny thing, including the labels and the flavor—basically anything he could read that could distract him just for a moment.

He uncapped it and brought it to his mouth with a smile, swiping it across his bottom lip. Oikawa knew that using your lip balm would have made you upset, but he wanted one last reminder of you that brought peace to his mind—knowing after this was all over he would be with you again, wrapped safely in his arms.

He quickly placed it in the back pocket of his jeans before grasping the door handle and swinging his car door open, stepping one foot at a time on the wet asphalt riddled with moss and ocean salt.

Oikawa flinched, knowing his expensive sneakers were to be defiled by the filth of the ocean scum and the oxidized copper embedded in the asphalt, including the scuffs and blood splattered on that he was expecting later as well.

He gently closed his car door and locked the RX-7, making sure only the locks clicked without the beep. Oikawa could feel the cool spring air breeze against his skin as he was left in his white t-shirt, remembering he let you keep his bomber jacket. He glanced over at Kuroo leaning on the edge of his car, hands placed in his red cargo pants while looking down at his shoes.

"What d'ya need that for?" Kuroo asked after he glanced up, his eyes pointing in the direction of Oikawa placing the pistol on his hip, straddled between his jeans and his white t-shirt.

"You never know." Oikawa replied in a monotonous voice, knowing that Kuroo knew exactly why he had the pistol beside him.

"Cypher, we're not trying to kill anyone here, we're only here to negotiate." Kuroo crossed his arms as he stared at Oikawa. "We could face serious consequences if this gets out of hand."

He didn't respond immediately as he walked past Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the entrance of the warehouse. Without turning his head back, Oikawa scoffed, shaking his head slightly. "You trust people too easily."

Kuroo followed closely behind with a switchblade in his hand, ready for anything. Oikawa questioned why he didn't keep a gun on him in case of emergencies as Kuroo knew better than to bring a knife to a gunfight. Nonetheless, he was right—if the situation becomes out of hand, consequences are to be faced in the future.

Once reaching the entrance of the warehouse, they pressed their backs up against the cold titanium exterior of the shipping containers, sneakily peeping their heads into the void of the room. Kuroo looked in first, placing a lone finger up to his lips as he commanded Oikawa to be quiet.

The atmosphere grew heavier as it became harder for them to breathe. Oikawa cocked the pistol, placing both of his hands on the handle, one finger resting on the right side of the trigger.

Kuroo had his switchblade ready before he walked in discreetly, Oikawa following closely behind. The first thing they noticed was the eminently dark interior of the warehouse with empty boxes, unused oil barrels and blood stained plastic tables pushed to the sides of the walls. Yet, what caught their attention was the single lightbulb slightly swinging above Kita's unconscious body tied to a rotten oakwood chair.

Kuroo instantaneously rushed to his side as Oikawa pointed his gun around the warehouse, one eye closed as he tried his hardest to look out for any of the Nohebi clan members hiding in the dark.

"Sly Fox," Kuroo whispered as he tapped on Kita's cheeks a few times to wake him up. "Sly, it's me, DK."

Kita's face was bruised and beaten—his lip split open and swollen to the touch while scratches and lacerations scattered his face. He was bleeding from his forehead as dried blood scattered his left eyelid, a black eye resting on his right. His hands were tied behind the rotten bars of the wooden oak chair, his fingers broken and bleeding as his frail wrists were slit with the rough rope tied around them.

Kuroo placed his hand on the back of Kita's damp hair, the ends of his locks dripping of sweat, blood and grime. His whole head flung back, his lips parted as Kuroo tried to wipe the fresh blood off his lips with his thumb.

Oikawa lowered his gun down to help Kita, holding him still as Kuroo pulled out his switchblade to untie his hands. He looked down at Kita again, his infamous Inarizaki Bois hoodie slashed open across his chest, exposing a large wound on his torso. His snake tattoo poked out from his chest, the eyes of the animal crossed out with two puncture wounds.

"Hold Sly Fox still while I untie his hands." Kuroo commanded before crouching behind the oakwood chair. Oikawa placed his hands behind Kita's head, holding him up.

"Sly, hang in there." He comforted, looking straight at Kita's desolate and pitiful expression as he laid unconscious. Kuroo flipped open the blade and quickly sawed the bondage around his wrists, cutting open the knot as the ends of the rope frayed.

Oikawa hovered his hand over Kita's mouth to make sure he was still breathing while Kuroo cut the last of the knots, freeing his wrists. They both flung Kita's arms up and around Kuroo's shoulders, positioning his body behind his back as he carried him off the chair.

Kita released a guttural sound in the back of his throat as his eyes fluttered open, slowly drifting out of unconsciousness. Oikawa patted his cheek several times, looking at his face resting behind Kuroo's shoulder.

"Sly, you okay?" Oikawa asked, peering down at Kita as he mumbled incoherently.

"Mmhmm... t-t-ta..." Kita mumbled as his mouth drooled on Kuroo's shoulder.

"Sly," Oikawa placed his left hand on his knee while he waved his right hand over Kita's eyes.

"Trap," he whispered, his eyes shot wide open as his expressionless face transformed into a panicked frown. Kita's hazel eyes shifted to the left as his breath hitched, his lips quivering against the cold air.

"It's a trap!"

"What is he talking—"

Boom.

Oikawa had been cut off by a loud gust of gunshots echoing throughout the air, shooting in all directions of the warehouse. Both Oikawa and Kuroo instantly dropped down to the floor, placing their hands over their heads to protect their ears.

Kuroo winced as Kita crushed over his figure, the weight of Kita's body pushing down onto his lungs. His cough was overshadowed by the rounds of gunfire shooting throughout the air. He glanced at Oikawa, begging for his help as Kita fell unconscious again.

Oikawa noticed Kita's gun holstered around his calf, sticking out from the bottom of his black jeans. He shuffled on the ground, pulling his body up by his forearms before he scrunched back the hem of his jeans on Kita's left leg. He reached his hand up and grabbed the gun from the strap, pulling out a clean and sleek all-black pistol.

Kita's gun was heavy and loaded with his moniker initials "S.F." engraved in the front. Oikawa pushed it across the floor with his leg and watched it spin on the concrete floor, letting Kuroo grab the handle as he quickly placed it in between his black tank top and red cargo pants.

"Give me your blade, now!" Oikawa loudly whispered, placing his hand out in front of Kuroo's face. He obliged and twirled the switchblade from his hand on the concrete towards Oikawa's direction. Before he grabbed the handle and locked the blade back, Oikawa shoved it into his back pocket and placed his hands back onto his head.

The gunshots stopped for a moment before Oikawa noticed seven men step out of the darkness behind a stack of shipment boxes in the corner of the warehouse. They all wore dark green suits and black shades—a wretched aura wafting from their crooked smirks.

The one in the middle stepped up forward and removed his black sunglasses, slicking back his dark hair to reveal his thin, snake-like eyes. Oikawa couldn't believe it, he was so sure he'd never see him again—

"Tooru Oikawa. Tetsurou Kuroo. You fuckers."

Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up to see Suguru Daishou of the yakuza Nohebi clan—a.k.a. Fangs —hovering above him, hissing under his breath while placing his hands in his pockets. At the snap of his fingers, two of the men beside Daishou instantly rushed to Oikawa, Kuroo and Kita on the floor.

"Fangs, you son of a bitch—fuck!" Oikawa groaned as one of the men stomped directly on his back, digging the bottom of his heel against the crook of his lumbar, firmly placing all of his weight on Oikawa's body beneath him. He closed his eyes and winced when the man tied his hands together with rough-textured rope, deliberately scratching the fabric against his wrists.

He looked over at Kuroo, who was already restrained by one of the other men—his hands tied behind his back with the exact same rope. Kita laid unconscious on the floor beside him, his cheek pressed against the concrete with his limbs twisted in multiple directions.

"After all these years, I've finally caught you both." Daishou slowly made his way over to Oikawa struggling underneath the yakuza henchman's grip on his body. He looked down at Oikawa, giving an ominous smirk before kicking him straight in the face. "You thought you guys could get away with what you fucking did?"

The tip of Daishou's shoe slammed against the edge of Oikawa's jaw, dislodging a joint on the left side of his mandible. Oikawa closed his eyes and groaned, ejecting bloodied phlegm from his mouth.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself before coughing profusely, struggling underneath Daishou's grip before looking up at him grin from ear to ear.

"You both make me sick. After what you guys did to Mika, you both deserve more than death itself." Daishou kicked Oikawa in the jaw again, instantly satisfied by the wails of anguish underneath his foot.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Kuroo coughed as the yakuza henchman stepped further on his back, digging his heel deeper against his spine.

"My Mika, you fucking killed her."

"Sorry sweetheart, but I don't know who the fuck you're talking about." Kuroo sarcastically retorted before the yakuza henchman stomped his other foot on his head, smashing his cheek against the filthy concrete floor. Kuroo let out a disdained low grunt, instantly shutting his mouth closed.

"Maybe this will jog your memory, you piece of shit." Daishou pulled his own pistol out from his waist, aiming it towards Kuroo.

"Wait! Wait! Hold the fuck on! I legitimately don't know what the fuck you're talking about! Who the fuck is Mika?!" Kuroo squirmed underneath the yakuza henchman's grip, who had already drawn his own gun at Kuroo's head.

Oikawa gulped hard as his eyes widened, knowing who and what exactly happened to Daishou's beloved girlfriend, Mika Yamaka.

He could remember it like it just happened yesterday. Somehow, just like every other memory he tried to suppress, it became buried in the back of his mind until it was mentioned once again—only to infiltrate every crevice of his brain and trigger an intense traumatic reminder of who Oikawa was in his past.

Leia's father, Mr. Sakanoshita, secretly called Oikawa over for a meeting. He thought it was another transporting job as all of the work he had done under Mr. Sakanoshita were small side operations transporting the large shipments of whatever latest contraband he purchased and imported at that time. Yet, this particular job was very, very different from the usual.

Once Oikawa sat down, he realized he was the only one in the meeting beside Mr. Sakanoshita himself. Usually Kuroo, Kita and Leia sat in as well, as the four of them would go on transportation operations frequently together . Unfortunately for Oikawa, that meeting was not one of those jobs.

Regarding how much of a terrible man Mr. Sakanoshita was—he had the idea of ransoming his rival yakuza clan in Tokyo, the Nohebi, out of billions of yen. He asked Oikawa to kidnap Mika Yamaka, the girlfriend of the Nohebi clan's leader, Suguru Daishou.

Oikawa hesitated at first; he hadn't kidnapped someone before on his own, much less an innocent woman. Though, due to his previous affiliation with the yakuza in Osaka, Mr. Sakanoshita looked into Oikawa's time serving as the leader of his own section. He was involved in multiple heists, kidnappings and murders of several men held for ransom instructed by the boss of the Kitagawa Daiichi. This job wouldn't have been new for him, and Mr. Sakanoshita knew that.

He was about to decline his offer before Mr. Sakanoshita shined a bright one-hundred million yen in front of him—all paid and given before he even did the job itself. At the time, Oikawa relied only on his side deals, street racing bets and the Seijoh Brawlers' tune shop for cash, so this new influx of money really sealed the deal for him.

Before accepting Mr. Sakanoshita's offer, Oikawa asked about why he hadn't proposed the job to Kuroo instead as he was loyal and much closer to the Sakanoshita family than he was. In fact, Kuroo was the one to give Oikawa the chance to work underneath the Sakanoshita Clan in the first place when he arrived in Tokyo.

Mr. Sakanoshita had a suspicion that Kuroo had been hiding things behind his back and compromising his loyalty to the clan. Although he knew Kuroo was with Leia, Mr. Sakanoshita believed he was growing "too soft" by dating his daughter. This didn't align well with the ransom, as Kuroo would have pitied Mika because of Leia and her similar position of vulnerability. He also suspected Kuroo had known more about his true intentions than he had hoped.

Mika attended the exact same university as you and Iwaizumi, the University of Tokyo. She was a full time student with easygoing nursing prerequisite classes and a rich yakuza boyfriend. Mika was carefree, reckless and vulnerable—which made her an easy target for ransom. Every weekday, she went to class in a luxurious white Lexus GS 350, a beautiful birthday present from her loving boyfriend, Suguru Daishou himself.

One night, Oikawa rolled up to the University of Tokyo in an old, beater-type 1996 dark green Honda Accord that Mr. Sakanoshita had lent him to use for the ransom. Mr. Sakanoshita provided her exact class schedule, knowing she had night classes specifically on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He scanned across the parking lot for Mika's Lexus GS 350, noticing an open parking spot beside her car.

He executed a plan that worked perfectly—after she finished her classes, he asked Mika to "help" him jump start his car. Oikawa had put on the perfect innocent and helpless act that any naïve girl would fall for. He wore fancy trousers and a button up shirt, slicked back his hair and covered his tattoos with makeup to fool Mika into believing he was a normal business major looking for a jumpstart on his old beater car.

The plan was foolproof—Mika instantly fell for his little act. The minute she arrived at her car and unlocked her door, Oikawa stepped out begging for her help with jumper cables ready in his hands. Much to her demise, she obliged and let Oikawa pop open the hood of her car, connecting the jumper cables to her battery.

Unfortunately for Mika, her lack of attention and car logistics failed to recognize Oikawa taking out her spark plug and pulling a few wires in the engine so her car wouldn't start properly. The minute he "fixed" his car, hers wouldn't work—causing Oikawa to coincidentally offer Mika a ride home. Alas, that would be the last of Mika's public appearances.

It wasn't hard for Oikawa to restrain her in the backseat either. He duct-taped her mouth shut and blindfolded her eyes while tying her entire body in rough-textured rope that grazed against her fragile skin whenever she resisted. Her irritating cries for help annoyed Oikawa to the point he had to pull over behind a remote gas station to keep her quiet.

Oikawa didn't mean to kill her as his intent was to put her to sleep. Yet, while she was in a tight headlock, Oikawa accidentally snapped her neck, severing her spinal cord. One hard twist to her throat and she was gone for good. Mika dropped onto the backseat of the Accord, her lips quivering as she struggled to breathe. Nonetheless, she died from asphyxiation and the fatal drop of her blood pressure.

Her lifeless body laid in the backseat of the shitty run-down Honda Accord as Oikawa looked down at his hands with a panicked and shocked expression; his eyes wide and his lips trembling. He had murdered plenty of men before, his kill count racking up into the double digits.

Yet, accidentally killing Mika was the one that broke him down to the core, as it reminded him exactly why he had left Osaka in the first place. It stayed in his consciousness for years after, suppressed away in the back of his mind.

He drove carefully in the night up the mountain to the Sakanoshita mansion with Mika's dead body resting in the backseat. Oikawa couldn't remember how the rest of the drive went before immediately rushing to Mr. Sakanoshita's office as his breathing hyperventilated, his eyes widening in fear and tears rushing down his cheeks.

Mr. Sakanoshita, being the shitty man he was, didn't mind Oikawa's convicted manslaughter. In actuality, he preferred if she was already dead anyways—it made the process a lot easier for him. He planned to not inform the Nohebi clan of her living status, letting them pay off the five billion yen before handing her body over.

Oikawa remembered Daishou's screams of anguish when one of the Sakanoshita henchmen opened the back door of the beater Honda Accord and kicked out Mika's lifeless body, stiff from the developing rigor mortis. Oikawa drove the car as fast as he could after he pushed her out, speeding away in the night as Daishou collapsed to his knees wailing over Mika in the rearview mirror.

Oikawa was instructed to dump the car in the landfill, dousing the Honda Accord with gasoline and setting the car aflame while getting rid of any evidence tracing back to him. He thought the deed was done and that he would never see Daishou or the Nohebi clan ever again after that. Years passed without anyone ever knowing Oikawa was involved with the death and ransom of Mika Yamaka—not even Kuroo himself.

Oikawa was certain that Daishou couldn't tell it was him in the drivers' seat of the getaway car as he wore a hat, sunglasses and everything he could to cover up his identity when they went to drop off Mika's body. Yet, Daishou still reduced it down to two men he knew worked under the Sakanoshita family: Cypher and DK.

Daishou knew it wasn't Sly Fox because of the way the driver of the car drifted the Honda Accord around a tight corner without fail. Only two men in the whole underground racing scene could drift so swiftly; Tooru Oikawa and Tetsurou Kuroo. That's how he lured them in anyways, targeting Sly Fox first to get to them. A firearms deal was the easiest to do—not every gang member bought drugs but every gang member needed a gun.

The Inarizaki Bois were the only "street-racing formed" gang involved with the trafficking of firearms, drugs and pirated goods—any type of contraband you could think of. The only thing they didn't dapple in was human trafficking, which was a whole other league to itself in Japan. Kita was the best at it, leading all of the members of the Inarizaki Bois to be dealers themselves rather than only him.

Unfortunately it left Kita to become too cocky with a lack of judgment on the kinds of customers that were buying his products. That's how the Nohebi clan captured Kita, luring him into the abandoned Sakanoshita warehouse and catching him off guard—mercilessly beating him while baiting Kuroo and Oikawa to his aid.

"Cypher! What the fuck is Fangs talking about?!" Kuroo screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with panic as Daishou and his henchmen aimed two pistols at his head.

Oikawa's stomach dropped, unable to speak as Kuroo's head was gunned down onto the filthy concrete. He never told Kuroo about the ransom, even long after the death of Mr. Sakanoshita. It was just one of the few things Oikawa kept from Kuroo and Leia, hoping they never had to find out about it.

"Admit you killed her, fucker." Daishou pulled back the slider and cocked his pistol. "Or perhaps I'll pay a visit to Miss Leia Sakanoshita herself."

"NO!" Kuroo screamed and whimpered against the henchman's grip, trying to pry open the rope around his wrists. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about! I didn't kill anyone!"

Oikawa couldn't let Kuroo take the blame for something he didn't do, much less a job he didn't even know about. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, feeling the blood rush to his head as the henchman's heels dug straight beneath his right shoulder blade.

"Stop," Oikawa choked, looking up at Daishou as he lowered his gun at Kuroo. "I killed her. I killed Mika. DK had nothing to do with it."

"You fucking bitch." Daishou swung his right leg violently, kicking Oikawa in the mouth again. He felt the pop of his jaw shift to the right, the pain rushing to the left side of his face. Oikawa let out an anguished wail of pain as he spat out blood onto the concrete floor.

He looked up at Kuroo, watching his face contort into an expression he'd never seen on him before. His eyes looked drained of life and shocked to the bone as his mouth hung open, absolutely speechless over Oikawa's confession. A single tear dropped from his left eye, rolling down his dirty cheek and onto the concrete.

"What...?" Kuroo mouthed before Daishou kicked Oikawa in the jaw again, knocking his head down onto the floor.

"You're fucking dead, Cypher." Daishou stomped on Oikawa's head, the tip of his black shoe repeatedly shoved into his bloody mouth over and over again. He coughed profusely, aimlessly trying to catch his breath. The Nohebi yakuza henchman took his foot off of Oikawa's back, relieving the heavy pressure on his spine.

Daishou crouched down to Oikawa's level, placing the barrel of his gun against his head. He rested his index finger on the trigger, cocking the slider before leaning in closer to his face.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Kuroo screamed, squirming underneath the Nohebi henchman. His eyes widened to the point they would pop out of his skull, panic and shock overriding his entire body as he watched Daishou press the barrel of his gun further against Oikawa's forehead.

"Isn't it obvious already? Sakanoshita hired Cypher here to kidnap and kill my Mika while he dished me out of five billion yen for her dead body," Daishou choked while his eyes watered, removing the gun away from Oikawa's forehead before he turned to Kuroo with a single tear dropping from his cheek. "Mika is dead because of Sakanoshita."

"Then why are you going after us?! Sakanoshita was the one who planned the whole thing, wasn't it?! He's dead already, so why are you going after Cypher?! It's obvious he was a pawn in Sakanoshita's fucked up game!"

Kuroo screamed in pain, writhing his body back and forth on the concrete underneath the yakuza henchman's grip. Daishou turned around back to Oikawa, wiping away the single tear on his face with the sleeve of his blazer.

"It's not the same. For my own satisfaction, I want Cypher to suffer the same way I did."

Oikawa looked back up at Daishou's tall figure leaning over him. An ominous grin formed on his face again, curling the corners of his mouth as he kicked Oikawa in the jaw. While he coughed up another phlegm of blood onto the concrete, Daishou crouched down and grabbed his face—forcing Oikawa to look at him.

"I saw that you got yourself a girl, Cypher." Daishou maliciously smiled, narrowing his eyes as he chuckled lightly, mentioning your name nonchalantly with a bitter taste lingering on his tongue. "She's very beautiful, just like my Mika. We all saw her in the passenger seat of your car during the race in downtown Tokyo."

"Don't you fucking dare," Oikawa growled through his teeth as he pinched his eyebrows, glaring straight up at Daishou. "I'll fucking kill you."

"Oh? Kill me? I'd like to see you try." Daishou grabbed Oikawa's face again, pinching the bottom of his cheeks with his thumb and index finger. "Perhaps I'll kidnap and tie her up while I slowly drain the humanity out of her lifeless, pretty little body. I'll kill her like you did to my Mika, maybe then you'll know how I felt."

Oikawa gritted his teeth and reached his right hand down into his pocket, feeling the rough handle of Kuroo's switchblade before he clicked the release button open. Luckily for Oikawa, both Daishou and the Nohebi henchman didn't notice him cut through the rope around his wrists as he slipped his right hand out.

Daishou tilted Oikawa's chin up and stared at the blood dripping down from his busted lip with the scuffs of his shoe smothered on his jaw. Before he could say anything, Oikawa smirked at him while furrowing his eyebrows and puckering his lips before spitting blood and saliva straight into Daishou's eyes.

"Fuck!" He stumbled back, wiping the filth from his eyes before Oikawa stabbed his left thigh with Kuroo's switchblade. His scream echoed into the warehouse as the small knife sunk deeper into his skin, the blood profusely oozing out of the wound because Oikawa struck his femoral artery.

Daishou looked up at Oikawa as he towered above him, the murderous look in his eyes overshadowed his scathed and battered face. His pupils constricted while he muttered a distasteful threat, an intense expression growing on his face as his eyes widened with rage.

"If you ever so lay a finger on her, I'll take my sweet time killing you, much slower than I did with Mika."

He yanked the knife out of Daishou's thigh, his blood coated along the blade. In an instant, the Nohebi henchman grabbed Oikawa from the back, placing him into a choke hold. He flung his body backwards, stabbing the henchman in the neck with the same switchblade. That same henchman released Oikawa and clutched his throat before falling to the ground, bleeding out from his neck.

In the corner of his eye, the rest of the Nohebi henchman tackled him and grabbed each of Oikawa's arms, restraining his movements. The switchblade in his hands dropped to the floor, the clink of the stainless steel echoing on the concrete of the warehouse. The henchman with black hair kicked the switchblade in the opposite direction, furthering its distance from him. Unbeknownst, he kicked it straight to Kuroo's side, to which he rolled over and grabbed it with the tips of his fingers.

Just as much as Kuroo was skilled with drifting, he was even better at handling blades. In one swift motion, he cut the ropes restraining his arms. Once he was free, Kuroo rubbed his wrists together and placed his palms on the concrete, lifting himself up from the ground. The henchman that previously had him restrained instantly charged towards Kuroo, pulling out his gun in the process.

Kuroo quickly reacted and ducked, dodging the bullet aimed at his body while kicking the henchman off his feet with his left leg, knocking the man in the dark green suit straight into the ground. The henchman let out a grunt as his body hit the floor, Kuroo body-slamming on top of him afterwards.

He pressed the blade up to the henchman's neck, the sweat accumulating on his forehead as he looked down at the man with blonde hair. Kuroo looked into his pleading eyes, begging for him to spare his life.

"I apologize, but this is just mere self-defense. You charged at me first." He then sliced his neck, blood dripping from the fresh wound as the henchman's eyes rolled back into his skull.

On the other side of the warehouse, Oikawa elbowed the henchman in the chest to his right, punching him straight in the face as he stumbled back. He lunged straight at the other henchman, pulling out his gun from his waist and shooting him straight in the leg. The man wailed in his ear before Oikawa smashed the handle of his gun in the face of the henchman, knocking out a bloodied tooth or two.

Behind him, Oikawa heard a screech of war coming from the remaining Nohebi members. He turned around and instantly dodged their punches, instead grabbing their leg and pushing them on the ground, punching them in the face repeatedly until he couldn't recognize the man anymore.

Some blood scattered across Oikawa's face as his mouth frowned and his eyes filled with rage and fury. The man below him screamed, his cries overshadowed by the rounds of clips echoing from a few feet away.

Oikawa looked behind him to see Sly Fox's pistol secured tightly in Kuroo's grip as he pointed straight at the dying aforementioned henchman. In an instant, Kuroo shot him in the chest, his body instantly hitting the floor once the round went off.

"I thought you said we shouldn't kill anyone!" Oikawa screamed across the warehouse, extending his arms out in confusion.

"This is just self-defense!" Kuroo yelled back with some humor in his tone while Oikawa shrugged it off and focused his attention to the other henchman lunging at him.

The shouting and loud clip rounds shocked Kita awake, his eyes fluttering open as he scrambled on the floor. While his eyes shot wide open and his breathing became heavy, Kuroo grabbed Kita's torso under his arms and lifted him up off the concrete. Once he got him up off his feet, Kuroo winced and then looked at Oikawa, nodding his head.

With his teeth clenched, Kuroo gave the emergency signal they both agreed upon if the situation went south—their plan B of killing them all off. He carefully dragged Kita behind a tower of barrels, escaping the fight and nursing Kita back to consciousness.

He knew what Oikawa was capable of, and leaving him to fight the henchman all by himself wasn't cowardly—in fact, Kuroo left Oikawa in his element. In all his time knowing him, he had only seen Oikawa truly unhinged twice—when they first met, and then now, facing the yakuza Nohebi clan.

Two henchmen were already dead, the bald one Oikawa stabbed in the neck and the blonde one Kuroo had shot earlier. That meant five men were left—one lying unconscious on the ground, face beaten to a pulp and unable to move; the other three henchmen lunging towards him. That just left Daishou clutching his thigh, trying his hardest to put pressure on his shot wound.

Oikawa took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, regaining his momentum. His right hand held his gunmetal pistol, his pointer finger resting on the side of the trigger. The second he opened his eyes, he cocked the slider and pointed it directly at one of the three henchmen, shooting him straight in the chest. Once his body was close enough, Oikawa kicked him in the throat, his head twisting to the left as he collapsed onto the concrete.

Whipping around, Oikawa closed his left eye and aimed straight at the other henchman running towards him, aiming directly at his forehead as a bullet lodged straight through his skull. His pupils rolled back, the whites of his eyes completely covering the entirety of his orbital fissure. The henchman hit the floor, his neck snapping under his weight. Oikawa kicked his back, his body rolling over onto his death.

The third henchman stopped in his tracks, his hands up in the air begging for him to spare his life. Through his rage, Oikawa mercilessly shot him three times in the chest—the rounds of bullets echoing into the warehouse as the henchman's body dropped on top of the others.

Oikawa was on a rampage, killing three men instantaneously within a minute of each other. He breathed heavily and watched the smoke come out the top of his pistol, slowly rising up to the ceiling. He turned around, only to make eye contact with Suguru Daishou once again.

Oikawa didn't feel anything inside of him. He couldn't find his humanity, nor his sanity as every ounce of compassion or sympathy for the man pleading beneath him drained out of his body. He didn't see a man avenging the death of his girlfriend—he saw a cowardly, weak excuse of a human being on his knees, tears in his eyes, begging for his pathetic life to be spared.

"Please," Daishou choked, his lips quivering as he dragged his body against the concrete floor. "I'll do whatever you want, I'll give you all my money. Just please spare me."

"Money can't spare your life." 

In that moment, Daishou knew those words would be the last he heard on his final moment on earth. Before his life flashed before his eyes, he looked up at Oikawa pointing the tip of his sleek gunmetal pistol straight at him as he stared into the dark, empty abyss of the barrel. The violent and murderous look in Oikawa's bloodshot eyes sent a cruel, despairing chill down Daishou's spine before his mind went blank, completely disconnecting his consciousness from his body.

Oikawa shot three rounds all within a millisecond of each other, three flashes of bangs lighting up into the warehouse. He watched Daishou's body smash onto the concrete, his lifeless vessel lying in a pool of his dark, viscous red blood. Oikawa looked down at the gunmetal pistol in his hand, his bruised fingers grasping the handle tightly while his knuckles were battered and bleeding.

The warehouse fell silent, only the sound of water dripping from rotten pipes echoed throughout the inside of the large shipment container. It was still dark all except for the single lightbulb swinging over the decaying wooden chair knocked over on the concrete.

The smoke from his gun barrel wisped up to the ceiling, the smell putrid of metal bullets infiltrating the surrounding air around Oikawa. Nothing ran through his mind as the echoes of his heavy breathing filled the sound in his ears.

Kuroo and Kita slowly walk out from behind the barrels, Kita's left arm around Kuroo's shoulder. Kita limped alongside him as he placed his hand on Kuroo's chest for support. They both looked up at Oikawa, his eyes still bloodshot as his chest rose up and down from his staggered deep breaths.

"You're fucking ruthless, Cypher." Kuroo looked up with a small smirk on his face. He let out a hesitated chuckle, not sure if it was an appropriate time to crack a joke.

Murdering was easy for Oikawa. To simply take someone's precious life away from them in a single second, he never even gave it another thought. Most of the time his adrenaline and aggression take over his mindset, causing every single emotion in his brain to shut down. To his defense, most of the people he had killed were criminals with no morality deserving to die, specifically other men.

Though when he killed Mika Yamaka, her death meant something else to him. She wasn't anything like the men he had killed before at all, the only crime she could have committed was just unfortunately being associated with a truly immoral man.

The entire time, through the eyes of a manipulator, he tried his best to portray a side of himself that wouldn't scare you away. He purposely withheld showing the true side to himself—the ruthless, murderous and violent convicted criminal that is Tooru Oikawa.

He admitted that he was a bad person. Back down in Osaka, he was known for being a silent killer as his own clan fiercely feared him and what he was capable of. His reputation got around quickly, spreading far and wide to other yakuza families, not to mess with the Kitagawa Daiichi. Though, sooner or later, that same reputation would be his demise.

He lost his cool, calm and collected demeanor very quickly whenever faced in a life-or-death situation, and only one other person besides the people he killed had ever seen that side to himself: Tetsurou Kuroo.

"You alright?"

Kuroo's question snapped Oikawa awake, his eyes blinking a few times before his vision focused back on Kita. "Yeah, I'm fine. How's Sly Fox?"

"Doing better," Kuroo grabbed Kita's arm and pulled him off his feet again as they both limped closer to Oikawa. Kuroo glanced over to Kita, his eyes still fluttering as he deeply inhaled.

"Pretty sure he was high off his mind before we got here. Smell his breath, dude. Strong ass ganja. I think he's weaning off of it, though."

"I'm fine," Kita whispered, his body slowly standing up on his own. He placed his right foot in front of the other, stabilizing himself to walk. "I can drive, you guys don't have to worry about me."

"You sure?" Oikawa cocked an eyebrow, peering down at Kita struggling to stand up.

"Yeah," Kita exhaled as he placed both of his hands on his knees, catching his breath. He stood up quickly and reached his right hand behind his back, grabbing his keys in the back pocket of his jeans. "When am I ever sober though?"

Kuroo and Oikawa looked at each other and shrugged as Kita stood up on his own. The large slash across his chest scabbed over with his black Inarizaki Bois hoodie defiled and stained with his blood. He sighed and looked up at Kuroo before glancing back to Oikawa.

"Thanks, guys." Through his black eye and the blood and dirt smeared on his face, Kita expressed a lighthearted smile as the left side of his mouth curled up into his cheek. "I probably would have ended up dead like these fuckers if you guys didn't show up."

All three of them looked back at the seven dead bodies of the Nohebi Clan scattered across the concrete of the warehouse, blood pooled and spilled all over the floor.

"We should probably clean this up." Kita suggested, walking towards Daishou as he crouched down and lifted up his lifeless arm, dropping it back down onto his mutilated face—extremely disfigured to the point that you couldn't tell it was Daishou anymore. "Leaving a bunch of dead snakes in a Sakanoshita warehouse is probably bad luck for us. The police are gonna be on our asses again."

In a quick amount of time, the three of them dragged out all of the dead bodies belonging to the members of the Nohebi Clan out onto the Tokyo Freight Terminal, close to the water. Fortunately for them, the tide was aggressive tonight—the Pacific Ocean waves crashing against the pier as each dead body dropped down into the deep, dark abyss of the sea.

Daishou was the last to be dropped in, as Oikawa hauled his surprisingly light body against the pier, his feet dragging along the concrete. Heavy rain began to drop from the sky with small pellets of water collecting on Oikawa's white t-shirt, feeling the cold breeze against his biceps.

He waited until the ocean tide pulled back, allowing a perfect opening for him to drop Daishou's body in the deepest part of the pier. Oikawa counted to three before he flung his body over the edge, watching him descend into the dark abyss of the sea.

"Fuck," Kuroo breathed out as he peered down at the dark blue ocean swallow up Daishou's body. He placed his hands on his hips, his tight fitting black tank top ripped and stained with blood. "I still can't stand the sight of dead bodies."

"You get used to it," Oikawa responded, placing his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the ocean crashing against the side of the tall pier. Part of his hair was drenched from the rain, his wet white t-shirt clinging to the top of his shoulders. "But it isn't something to be proud of."

Once all the bodies were dumped, all three of them left the Tokyo Freight Terminal in their cars, roaring their engines into the night—leaving the old Sakanoshita warehouse abandoned once again.

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[loveephia]

Can you do Bokuto, Tendou Suna, Iwaizumi? So that they see their girlfriend again after she was away for a long time? I love You Work!!💕💕💕💕💕

how some of the HQ boys would react to seeing their girlfriend again after a long time from a business trip. (bokuto, tendō, suna, iwaizumi.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, them being very sulky generally, you guys are married here, suna's is inspired by a scene in the k-drama "true beauty", kita cameo in iwaizumi's, and yes, atsumu says an among us reference.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.

note: THIS REQ WAS SO CUTE WHATATAT@?(# i haven't written for tendō, BUT i love a good challenge. >:3 iwaizumi's ended up being a bit long on accident. 😭 THANK YOU ANON AND ENJOY READING!!!

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

when you told him you'd be gone for three WHOLE months, his hair just drooped down, the gleam in his eyes are no longer there, and his childish grin is gone.

baby literally gets so sulky about it :(((

"do you really have to?"

HE HAS THE PUPPY DOG EYES AND EVERYTHING STOPPTKEPDK 😭😭😭😭

"believe me, kō. as much as i don't want to stay away for that long, i have to."

every day he wakes up (with his arms around a pillow instead of you), he tries to be optimistic

"another day closer to seeing my wife!"

can't have him messing up at practice yk

but when he finally sees you at the airport, gosh, he's just all smiley about it

he picks you up and spins you around like in the movies

"i missed you so, so, so much!" he's pecking your face all over, ignoring the looks from other people, because hIS WIFE IS BACK 😭😭😭😭

"kō.. people are staring." you giggled

"let them!"

SATORI TENDŌ

"no way—! you gotta be joking!"

HE IS IN UTTER DISBELIEF.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO BE GONE FOR THREE MONTHS???

"who's gonna be my taste tester then!?" his voice cracks

the tendō chocolatier business CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT IT'S OFFICIAL TASTE TESTER.

before you leave, he gives you a free box of handmade chocolates galore to snack on the plane

and, ofc, a little kiss on the cheek

when you open the box on the plane, there's a little note

"don't eat'em all on one go! love yaaa~ :3" HOW CUTEJKSJDKEJDK

when you're finally back from the trip, you stumble into tendō's arms

"oof—!" he says before patting your head, "there, there, y/n."

SUNA RINTARŌ

"what." he deadpans

"i know.. but i have to—"

"no way. i don't accept this. you're seriously leaving me?" he sounds so offended that people may think you two are fighting.

he pretends to be all mad about it, but you know he's just joking around

so when you're gone, suna has to physically hOLD HIMSELF BACK FROM CALLING YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY

"she wouldn't want a clingy boyfr— husband." he corrects himself

yeah, he calls you anyway.

when you pick up, you say, "hello, my tarō! how are you?" in that sICKENINGLY KIND TONE SUNA HAS OH, SO MISSED 😭😭

you've only been gone for three days

"please come home. i miss you. please." did he just say please twice?

when you're finally home, it takes every inch of sanity left in suna so as not to drag you away for cuddles

the expression on his face tells you everything, and you giggle. "i'll just shower first, then we can cuddle." and his face LIGHTS UP

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

"even oikawa's said some terrible jokes, but this one is by far the worst."

"nope! it's not a joke, baby."

when you're gone, iwaizumi is so upset because you'd usually give him a little kiss goodbye whenever he goes off to work :((

so now he's extra grumpy while coaching the national jpn team.

"oi, hinata! you should've been able to get that one!"

"if you can't hit it right, another hundred laps for you, ushiwaka!"

"suna, stop slacking off, or i'll have that old captain of yours come back and scold you!"

suna knows iwaizumi's threat was only towards him, but that statement got even ATSUMU AND ARAN SHIVERING.

SO THE TEAM IS ALL LIKE "???" BECAUSE WHO PUSHED IWAIZUMI'S BUTTONS SO EARLY IN THE MORNING 😭

"which one of you is it. come on, fess up!" hoshiumi hisses

"i believe bokuto lost iwaizumi's pen the other day." ushijima states

"wow, are we just throwing each other under the bus now?" suna snickers

"it was an accident! i didn't know he'd get this mad about it!" bokuto tried to defend himself, "come on, tell them, atsumu!"

"i was in cafeteria with grey." atsumu lifts both hands up, metaphorically waving the white flag

"you all are insufferable." sakusa groans

you can imagine how confused the team got when after three months, iwaizumi's mood was no longer grouchy since you had finally come home

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[o-sachi]

Dance With Me? - Oneshot (Request)

ᯓ ume tasks sugishita to accompany his little sister to her dance except... they kinda hate each other.... ᯓ character; sugishita kyotaro (wind breaker) ᯓ tags; reader is ume's biological little sis, tsundere sugi, enemies to lovers-ish fluff, sfw, afab reader, no y/n

@pixelcafe-network

It's not news to anyone that Sugishita would do absolutely anything that Ume would ask of him—tending the garden, patrolling the town, hanging out at the cafe. Done, done, and done.

But there was one thing that he—with utmost reluctance—would not do gladly even if the revered Umemiya Hajime told him to.

And that was to interact with Ume's little sister.

You'd think that siblings would at least be similar to each other, but you were nothing like your brother. While the two of you were both outgoing and friendly, Ume was a bit more gentle and easygoing while you were... a bit of a firecracker to say the least.

Ume stood in front of Sugishita. He clasped his hands tightly as he pleaded with the younger man. They were in the middle of gardening so peacefully when he decided to ruin it for them.

"Pretty please? If you can't do it for her then do it for me."

Damn it. Sugishita huffed out. When he put it like that—there was no way he could disappoint his favorite upperclassman. But maybe... if he started suggesting other people, then that should be sort of like helping too... right?

Ume sighed, exhausted from begging. Not to mention, you were already on his ass about this whole situation. The thing is—there was a school dance that everyone at your school was looking forward to. But you had to bring a plus one. Otherwise, people would judge you for not having one. High school works in ridiculous ways.

Initially, Ume already offered to go. But who the hell goes to a high school dance with their brother?

"I can't ask Sakura because he'd explode before he even gets to the dance. She thinks of Nirei as a brother too and Suo intimidates her too much."

"Kaji-san?" Sugishita adds.

"No dice," Ume sighs again, placing his hands on his hips. "She wants to go with someone in the same year as her.

And asking her enemy would be any better? Sugishita felt his heart being gripped and not in a good way. Ume's puppy eyes really had no effect, though Sugishita was starting to feel bad. Maybe one night with you wouldn't be so abysmal.

"...Fine."

"Hooray!" Ume almost jumped up for joy as he finally had some good news to bring home to you...

Or not—because you may have thwacked him over the head with a book after he told you that the one and only Sugishita Kyotaro would be accompanying to the most important event of your high school life.

But there was nothing else to do as both of you stood outside of your school. Ume had just dropped you off after what was the most awkward car ride ever. Your brother talked the whole time—hyping up the both of you while neither of you even talked.

"So..."

"So what?"

Sugishita clicked his tongue. You haven't even exchanged more than 5 words tonight and you were already showing attitude. "Aren't we gonna go inside?"

"I dunno, do YOU even wanna go inside? 'Cuz I don't."

"But Umemiya-san told me this was important to you."

Your crossed your arms and looked off to the side, embarrassed to be put into this situation. "Well, it is... but now I don't care anymore."

What a brat, he thought. But as annoying as you were right now—Sugishita had promised Ume that he'd make sure you would have fun. The longer the arrangement simmered in his mind, the stronger his resolve became to stay true to that promise.

Never mind that you two were oil and water. If he had something to prove to Ume, then maybe the same could be said for you. Sugishita wanted to shut you up after all.

"C'mon," he insists, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the building.

"Hey—what the f—wait!" Though your tried to resist, his grip was too strong. He was hellbent on getting you inside and showing you that your brattiness was making you miss out.

Your resistance was futile as you found yourself in the event hall where the reception was asking for your ticket. You begrudgingly held it in your fist before Sugishita swiped it.

"Here. Two tickets."

The attendant examined the small pieces of paper. Then, the two of you were finally at the dance. The lights were dimmed and upbeat music played while people danced. A sigh of relief escapes you, thankful that it wasn't a slow dance yet.

As the newcomers, eyes were on you. Of course, people were curious who this tall and scary guy was and how he knew you. The guys were sizing him up while the other girls were whispering among themselves.

You noticed this all, but your "date" was seemingly oblivious to it all.

"Aren't you gonna go and dance with your friends?"

"What about you?"

"What about me? When did YOU care about ME?" he asked, emphasizing the two words that never got along well.

Crossing your arms, you looked around the place. You looked forward to this event for weeks—maybe even months. But here you were, sulking. But why? You came in a nice dress with a date who doesn't look too shabby. Did you really hate him in the first place or...

"My friends are just gonna ask me about you and I don't want to explain all of that."

Sugishita scoffs. "Just tell them we're friends. No need to go on a whole rant about how you hate me."

That catches your attention and you crane your head to look up at him. "Okay, first of all, you're the one who hates me. Not the other way around."

"And when did I say that?"

"Well, you—" pause. "I just—" another pause. "You just seem to dislike my presence. I can tell. I'm not stupid."

He grumbles, letting his arms fall to the side. It completely slipped your mind how much he was talking today.

"You're annoying and you bother me a lot but I don't hate you," he admits. And somehow that sincere concession has your heart beating a little faster than normal.

"Well whatever. I don't ca—"

"Do you hate me?"

The question catches you off-guard. That's the million dollar question. "No... I guess not. You're just not the most receptive to my actions so I think you're weird. Like something's wrong with you."

"Maybe if you respected my boundaries and didn't annoy me all the time. Maybe I'd like you."

The air stills. Momentum kept building up and that's what he blamed for the last few words he spoke. Then again, "liking" someone doesn't have to be taken in a romantic context. It would be your fault if you misunderstood.

With all your bickering, you were late to notice that the song had slowed. People had calmed down and gone in pairs. Hands were attached to waists and eyes were peering into each other. It was starting.

Sugishita took a few steps forward before turning to look back at you. He held his hand out. "Dance with me?"

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Was this guy so devoted to your brother that he'd throw all his dignity away as soon as he asks him to dance with his little sister? It was both impressive and ridiculous at the same time.

"What about your boundaries?"

He shook his head, shoving his hand in his pocket instead. "Fine, be the loser that stays in the sidelines."

This was nothing like the Sugishita that you know. He wasn't acting right that it was almost concerning. But... maybe you were both crazy because as soon as he turned his back to you—you were chasing after him.

Linking your arm with his, you tugged at him a bit. "You're the loser. Not me."

A sly smirk crosses his face. "Let's see if you manage not to step on my foot then, Loser."

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[omiomi-kyun]

03:14 — all these little things...

IWAIZUMI HAJIME was someone you look up to. He was considerate and knows how to take care of the people around him. Someone that even the teachers can rely on.

He’s an admirable person that you didn't even wonder why he’s always surrounded by people—especially your fellow students.

When you heard that there was an available spot in the volleyball team as a manager, you immediately took off and tried your luck.

But who would've thought that this would take you several hours before actually managing to stand in front of table where the coach and the members were at.

Once you met the gaze of the team's coach, you stood frozen on the spot. You could feel the forming of cold sweat on your forehead, but you tried to remain calm.

“See you tomorrow,” Coach Irihata said before calling the attention of one of the reserve players.

Your body shook before you even managed to respond to what the coach had said.

EVER SINCE THAT DAY, you were able to spend most of your free time with the team. You were there to assist them with menial task, and you were also there to cheer them up after their match with Shiratorizawa.

“We're almost at the end of the line,” Oikawa suddenly said while your friend group was walking you home. “What are your plans?”

“Oi, Oikawa, are you nervous?” Maki joked.

“You're not scared of Ushijima, are you?” Mattsun added while grinning.

“Leave me alone!” Oikawa began before ranting about how much he loathed ‘those geniuses.’

You watched the three of them from behind as they create ruckus in a quiet street. Although it was already nighttime, you weren't that worried to stay behind them.

All thanks to him. Hajime.

“Now that I think about it, have you finally decided the course you'll be taking in college?”

You glanced at him.

“Well, I'm not sure yet,” you responded. “How about you? Will you still be playing in college?”

He looked at you with a smile.

“I think I'm going overseas. I'm not sure though if I'll be playing in a competitive level, but I am sure that I won’t abandon this game.”

“I wonder what would happen to us in the future.” You both look at the three dorks walking ahead of you two. “Especially since that guy who's deadset on following his idol overseas.”

“Hm... I wonder too.”

SEVERAL YEARS LATER, you found yourself in a bar, sitting in a stool while watching the match between Hajime and Oikawa.

As the announcers were introducing the players who might turn the tides during the game, they started to mention some information that touched the sore spots in your team’s heart.

You chuckled while listening to Maki and Yahaba's response.

Who would've thought that Iwaizumi would become the trainer of Japan's National Volleyball Team?

“Ah... you still have that sparkling eyes,” Maki pointed out, making everyone in your group turn to you. “He's been here for awhile now, but you still haven't told him yet?”

“Oh, what's this? Is manager looking at a certain trainer that barely got his own screentime?” Mattsun added with a grin.

“Leave me alone you two.”

You lifted the mug of beer, a poor attempt in hiding your embarrassment.

When did they caught on? You were sure that you were able to hide your feelings towards Hajime for so long. You were keeping yourself in check for years.

So, how...?

“I won't spoil anything, but... I don't think anything could go wrong if you tell him about your feelings.”

You look at Maki who kept his gaze on the screen.

“He's not that dense, you know.”

For some reason, their words started to make sense.

“I-Is that why he's avoiding me?” you asked, looking at Maki, then at Mattsun. “I messed up, didn't I? Oh no...”

Before you know it, you were already on your way back to the hotel where you're staying at with the rest of your friend group.

Maki and Mattsun, feeling guilty and responsible for your drunkenness, decided to stay with you. Making sure that you won't do anything stupid.

“What will I do if Iwaizumi push me away? Should I change everything? My face, my name? But I like my name!”

Unfortunately for them, you were that kind of drunk.

“This is why I told you to stop them from drinking too much.”

You weren't sure if you're tripping, but you could hear his stern voice in your room. You tried to stsy still as you hide underneath the blanket, but Iwaizumi already know where you are.

He also watched you hide underneath the blanket.

“They're a mess when they're this drunk.” Then, you heard him sigh. “Let me get some things. I'll take care of them.”

However, before he could even take a step further, you began to wail.

“Waaaaah! He really hates me now... What should I do? He's leaving me behind...”

You were more than just a mess.

“Hajime don't leave! I don't like you anymore. I... hic... promise...” you shouted while sobbing.

Hajime sighed while shaking his head.

“I'll take care of her,” he told the two before walking towards you.

The mattress near where you were sitting on dipped. With swollen eyes, you looked at him.

“Ha... jime...”

“Silly,” he whispered as he wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his rough fingertips. “I told you to stay sober until after the game, but you didn't listen.”

You look down on your fingers, but Hajime was quick to cup your cheeks and made you meet his gaze.

“You probably don't know how much I like you.”

Your heart flutter.

“From that moment you sheltered those kittens on that rainy afternoon, to the day you started to stay with us through all those ups and downs as our manager...”

Tears began to form in your eyes once again.

“My feelings only grew over the years. Even during those years when I was studying in the US. You were the only one in my heart all these years.”

You started to wipe your own tears, but it seems like your tearducts have no intention of stopping those tears from running down your cheeks.

“I thought I was the only one who felt that way...” you sobbed.

Once again, you heard him chuckled before feeling his warm embrace around you.

“Silly,” he said. “But I love all these little things about you.”

[nikki-152006]

kokonoi hajime X reader

(from Ameliorate EXTRAS!)

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"How much longer do you want to wait?" your friends are worried about you. They glance over towards Inui seated to the side, hoping he'd try to console you but the boy hardly lifts his head.

"He'll be here any second now." you're smiling at them, sure that he'll make it but deep inside even you know Kokonoi isn't coming.

"Ring him up again, Inui." Sano Emma, a friend of yours has her hands folded at her chest. There's nothing but a frown on her face, "He's two hours late already. If he doesn't reach in ten minutes, we're gonna celebrate on our own."

"We'll wait." you look at her with a firm gaze though your irises are twitching, begging you to allow them to let out their pains.

"We won't." she's more definite than you, "If you're really as important of a friend to him, he wouldn't have missed your birthday at least. I don't want to break your heart today of all days, but please, (Name)-chan. You need to face it."

"What nonsense." you laugh awkwardly, looking over at Inui for support but he still doesn't react, "Koko-kun's gonna come. He always does."

"He always doesn't have a girlfriend." Tachibana silently points out, "Men's priorities change once they're dating. You're the one who told me that last year, remember?"

Your lips twitch. You don't want to accept it. You don't want to cry over him on your birthday. You don't want to cry at all- it's the others who'd be put in a more uncomfortable situation than you.

"(Name)-chan.. " Emma sighs as you look over at Inui again, hoping him to intervene and support you, "do you really think Inui's gonna back you up when Kokonoi-san's probably on a date with his sister at the moment?"

Inui's eyes twitch, he looks away.

Your mouth opens, then closes. There's a deep silence in the room.

"Is he?" there's too much of pain in your voice for even you to handle, your eyes get glassier by the second.

Inui doesn't have it in him to reply to you. He's always known of your feelings for Kokonoi but he's always thought Kokonoi and Akane had a deeper bond having known each other from their childhood days.

But at the moment, when he hears nothing but the chords of a broken instrument in your voice, Inui wishes there was something he could do to bring Kokonoi here. No matter what it took.

Tears flow down your cheeks, slowly and slowly staining your cheeks with the dampness of ache. There isn't anything you feel at the moment other than every strand of your heart's muscles being torn apart one by one.

" ... I'm sorry.. " Inui had only wished to cover the date part with some lie and make you believe Kokonoi couldn't come because of some hurdles, but he doesn't wish to keep you living in a lie.

Kokonoi Hajime, a close friend of yours, chose to be on a date with Inui Akane, another close friend of yours on your birthday night. This is the reality.

Inui knows keeping secrets would only make the load of ache in you heavier by passing days, so he doesn't say anything but "I'm sorry", he's not someone who deserves to say anything after all.

"Fuck it all." Yuzuha slams her glass of juice down, "Oi, Inui, " he looks up at her with a defeated look, "piss off." 

Inui nods and gets up. He knows it's for the best of you. 

Kokonoi can't shut up about how familiar him and Akane look. Of course the sight of him is painful for you. Inui sighs and quietly walks out through the door.

He feels guilty, so very guilty. But then again, there's nothing he can do.

"That's it!" she comes and cups your cheeks, "No one's crying today! It's gonna be a girls' night out. There will be no boys."

"Yeah!" Emma agrees, "Those assholes can go fuck themselves! We're gonna go out and have fun today!"

But you're not in the condition to listen to them trying to cheer you up. You feel torn. Shredded.

You don't understand why you're never good enough for him, you can't figure out what you haven't done for him. Why things turned out like this-  him dating Akane is okay, he's always loved her. But he doesn't even bother to even look at you anymore.

You've become non-existent for him, as if the approximate decade you've spent with him doesn't mean anything at all. 

It hurts.

"Get up." Tachibana grabs your arm, "Stop crying, (Name)-chan, get up."

You don't want the few friends who do care for you to be left with nothing but uneasiness today, so you try. Though it's hard, though it hurts even more, you try to hold your tears.

"We're going out." Yuzuha says, grabbing her bag and keys from the kitchen counter, "We'll have fun together. We're friends too."

You nod, smile forming on your face but nothing but ache inside. Your heart feels as if it has been scratched a hundred times, as if each of these scratches throbs in it's own blood.

All this time, you tried to keep this inside you, and now it had erupted. You'd been trying to console yourself all this time, but nothing could pull you away from the truth now.

Kokonoi doesn't care about you. At all.

Not even as a friend.

Not even as someone he knows.

Not as anything.

You don't even realize walking with the girls into Yuzuha's car- your brain and heart in a dead frenzy. 

"Let's drink." your lips are dry, you feel them while speaking, "I don't want to remember this night."

"If that's what you wish, sweetheart." Yuzuha drives towards her favorite club. She's determined to get you wasted too- not even she wants you to remember your twenty-first birthday as such. 

If only Koko-kun cared to at least show up....

You're mad at Akane too, but there's not much you can say to her. Something turned off all your affection for her the moment she and Kokonoi had started dating.

It is natural, you've been told. It's because you're envious, because you wish it was you instead of her.

I always have... 

Emma suddenly says she's gonna ask her brother to pick you all up and make sure everyone's home safe later. It disrupts your line of thought.

You've lost too many tears to be stable in your self now. You feel thoroughly dehydrated. 

If only this pain would go away... 

You unknowingly clutch your heart.

It's not like you to react this way to things. You've always been calm and logical, always think first and act later. It was Kokonoi who'd make you stutter in words and actions.

It was always him who'd make you act out of character- blush, get embarrassed, get self conscious, and what not.

And look at this.

It's him now because of whom you're sitting and crying when you should be celebrating.

No, it's not his fault I chose to be blind.

Kokonoi had been showing this behavior since over a year now- that's even before he started dating Akane. You were the one to choose to let it all past you, it's your fault you tried to run from reality.

"We're here."

You're more than relieved when Yuzuha says it, and are the first one to open the car door and step out. 

Yuzuha looks worried about you but she's definite a glass of alcohol would dissolve all your pain into nothingness. She knows you'll wake up the next day and the pain will still be there, but at least you save your birthday night.

Everyone is quick to enter, heels clacking against the floor.

The inside of the club carries a crazy mood matching the frenzy in your mind. The beats of the music nullify your heart by their vibrations.

You inhale deeply, then exhale. 

This is what I need.

Tachibana chooses not to drink, but you, Emma and Yuzuha down yourself with a couple of drinks before heading towards the dance floor.

There, you unleash everything boiling inside you as dance moves. They're sad, anyone sober would've been able to tell, but that's the thing you love the most about clubs.

No one is sober. Everyone in clubs is downed with some or the other sort of drinks trying to suppress or ignite some or the other sort of pain or joy. Everyone's the same.

.

Yuzuha runs a hand through her hair and looks around. She can't spot you anymore and it scares here.

Emma a little distance away from her is looking for you too. 

The dance floor is wide, there's a massive crowd gathered there, they don't know how to find you through it all.

Towards the other side of the dance floor, you've just fallen on some dude. He barely flinches as your weight rests on his- you're too drunk to process your own actions now.

With hazy, irritated dry eyes, you look up at the guy- he has a pretty face as far as you can tell. 

A nice jaw, eyebrows raised and arched, black hair flowing down his face over to your own. He's pretty, but he's not him.

"Do you need me to take you to the side?"

It's not even his voice.

"Are you okay?"

Those hands aren't like his.

"Excuse me, madam, can you hear me?"

But who gives a shit if it isn't Kokonoi.

He wouldn't be here for me anyways, right?

You kiss him. 

Although surprised by the sudden contact, the guy kisses back. It brings you back to how everyone's the same in clubs- looking for some or the other sort of escape or joy.

You wish to run away from your heart, and the guy wishes to run towards his own.

Using him as support, your manage to straighten up, but then lose balance and fall on him again. "Take me away." the words are slurred but they manage to leave your lips.

He does.

He takes your hand, gives you the balance you need and takes you outside the club. 

The night air is chilly but fails to calm the heat risen up your body. You giggle, the guy grins.

"What's your name?" his hand his around your waist to help you walk, yours are gripping one shoulder of his from behind and the other his forearm of the free arm.

"Me?" your vision is just as hazy, brain just as fuzzy, but you don't feel pain anymore.

Or rather, you feel too much to know what is pain anymore.

"Yeah?" the guy turns towards you.

You let go of his hold and skip ahead, then turn around with a giggle and your arms wide open. 

You're drunk- you can let yourself do anything today.

"(Name)." you say, "I'm (Name)."

"That's a pretty name," the guy catches up to you with smile on his face, "it suits you, (Name)-chan."

You giggle again, "Koko-kun never calls me by my first name, you know. I'm not important to him anyways."

The guy halts, realization hitting him. He doesn't want to take a shot at wooing a heartbroken girl- he feels guilty all of a sudden.

"Do you not like me too?" you look so innocent with your eyes wide and lips trembling in a slur "Did I make you sad?"

Baji Keisuke sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "You didn't." he says, "Would you like to join me for a walk?"

You look at him again, trying to figure whether there's any dislike on his expressions but when your brain doesn't work enough to tell, you just shrug and decide to go with him.

"Should I get you some water?" Baji wants you to get sober enough to realize what you're doing, "You're eyes won't hurt after that."

You let out a small hum. "Okay."

Kokonoi doesn't like it when he's making out with Akane and she suddenly finds something to talk about. He doesn't hate it- it's cute, but sometimes he wishes it was something more related to them than other people.

"Isn't that (Name)-chan?"Akane is peeking outside the car window onto the street where a girl is walking alongside a guy while clasping his arm, "Why is she-  oh shit, it's her birthday today!"

"Yeah, yeah it is." Kokonoi sighs, his eyes lazily following hers to see your figure walk with difficulty as a guy takes you along.

"Wait, you remembered?" Akane's eyes furrow, "Why didn't you remind me then? We should've wished her at least."

"She's not a baby, " Kokonoi says, "and besides, " he places his finger under her chin and brings her face towards him, "how dare you think of looking here and there when I'm in front of you."

Kokonoi is much taller than Akane now- he's much stronger and much more dominant.

"What can I say, " she bites her lip, "I have this bad habit."

"Shall I fix it for you?" Kokonoi grins, his hand trailing down Akane's waist.

"Please do."

Before he indulges himself completely with Akane, his eyes go up in instinct. You and the guy have just walked under a streetlight- he can see the guy clearly now.

Kokonoi's mouth hangs. "Isn't that Baji Keisuke?"

Akane frowns but gets up to look. "He's a safe guy, right? He wouldn't hurt her or something?"

"I doubt." Kokonoi frowns, "But I hate that asshole."

"Should we stop them then?" Akane asks, "You wouldn't want him to get a shot on our friend, right?"

Kokonoi's eyes furrow, "Nah, it doesn't matter as much. He wouldn't do anything wrong, don't worry about it, Akane-chan."

She hums in doubt but chooses to go with whatever Kokonoi tells her- she trusts him blindly after all.

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Inui sits silently in his office. Kokonoi's office is right opposite to his and he can see Akane sit on the table in front of him through the glass door.

They're chatting.

Inui sighs and closes his file. Right in the middle of the lines of cubicles between his and Kokonoi's office is your cubicle. 

He can see the back of your chair- you're buried inside, not wanting to have even a glimpse of what's going on in the office across.

Inui feels guilty, but he doesn't understand whether or not he should. His best friend and sister are dating, there's no greater joy he can have. There's no better guy Akane can have after all.

But he doesn't feel the joy he should. Inui feels like he made a mistake.

He walks outside the office and strolls over to your cubicle.

"(Name)-chan." 

He doesn't want you to turn around- if you do, you'll be reminded of Akane and it would hurt, "I'm sorry for yesterday.... Are you okay?"

There's only a hum in response. 

"Is everything okay?"

Another hum.

" .... I'll be in my office if you need something."

There's no response.

Inui sighs and turns around to walk towards his office but something repels him. 

Without even thinking about it, he takes a turn towards Kokonoi's office and hurries inside.

"Akane-nii chan." he says, "Get off the table please, we're at work and there's a decorum we must follow."

"I'll draw the curtains." Kokonoi waves him off but Inui doesn't listen.

"We're in an office, there's rules around here. I'm not letting you both get away with stuff other employees can't. Please keep your affections for your own time, I don't want any disturbance during work."

"Jeez, Seishu." Akane sighs, "You take work too seriously sometimes," but she does get off, "fine, I'll see you later, Hajime-kun."

Kokonoi stares at Inui after Akane is gone. "What's up with you today?"

"Nothing." Inui isn't in the mood to talk to him at all. It's not like he blames Kokonoi, but there's not an ounce of patience left in him to handle the guilt, your heartbreak and Kokonoi being an ass all at once.

"I'm asking you something, Inupi." Kokonoi frowns, "What's up, why this attitude?"

"Get back to work." Inui leaves the cabin before Kokonoi can reply, but Kokonoi senses something's wrong and he's not letting it go all that easily.

"Everyone!" he enters the hall and announces, "In appreciation of your hard work, you all are allowed to take the rest of the day off!"

Inui knows exactly what's coming up after Kokonoi's announcement. He wishes you leave just in time to not fall between the argument coming up.

There's cheers from the employees as they pack their stuff and leave in groups. It takes a little time for them to leave, Inui's gaze is focused on the one cubicle Kokonoi is unintentionally standing in front of.

You don't step out in attempt to avoid seeing him.

"Are you not going to leave, (L/N)?" Kokonoi notices you a moment later, "I said everyone's dismissed."

Inui sees your shoulders slump as you pack your stuff and get up to leave despite it meaning you'll have to see him. Inui wonders if Kokonoi knows of the emotions you have now. 

He wonders if Kokonoi would notice you trying to avoid seeing him but something tells him he won't. Kokonoi isn't the slightest bothered about you to notice.

"Oh, and say hi to that bastard Baji for me, will you?" the hall is already empty, you three are the only ones there, "Tell him he's not winning the next time we- " 

The sound of a loud slap cuts off Kokonoi's words.

You bag hits the floor, and Inui's heart falls along with it.

This is the worst case scenario.

He rushes towards them to diffuse the situation but Kokonoi signals him to halt. Inui doesn't know what to do- he doesn't want you to be hurt any further. He doesn't want to live in guilt anymore.

"How do you know I know him?" your voice is hoarse from the events of the previous day, "How do you know I know Baji?"

Kokonoi looks like he's holding onto the last thread of his patience, "You were out with him last night."

"You know I didn't know him." your voice gives away the way your heart wails, "You saw me being drunk and going somewhere with a guy I didn't even know...."

"I did, so?" Kokonoi's fist is balled up, he's trying hard not to unleash his anger.

"What?" Inui turns to him, "You- what if something happened to her? What if that guy did something? Koko, what's wrong with you! Why didn't you- "

"It was Baji, Inupi." Kokonoi spits out, his anger getting the best of him, "That guy wouldn't do shit... and you." he turns to you, "Stop fucking expecting someone to be there to take care of you. If you don't want a situation like that, how about not drink and get wasted like a club hoe."

Inui punches him.

And that, not once.

Kokonoi is too pissed to not respond.

Akane has just entered the hall- she's a receptionist and she'd noticed all the employees leaving- she runs over to Inui, gasping and asking them to stop fighting.

You can hear Akane beg you to help her separate the two- you're the stronger one of the two of you, but you don't even bother looking at her.

You just pick up your bag and turn around and leave, not glancing back even once.

.

There's a knock on your door that evening. 

You walk over to it with a piece of toast in your mouth and open the door to reveal Akane standing behind with an awkward expression.

"Hey, (Name)-chan... I... uhm, so... Seishu told us everything... I'm so sorry- " you close the door at her face, lock it and then walk back to the couches.

Not a single part of you wants to see her anymore, and poor Seishu gets the damage- he looks too much like her and you don't want him to remind you of her.

You're done with green eyes and blond hair and sweet voices but you still cannot come to hate anything about Kokonoi.

It's unfair to Akane, you know it, but there's nothing you can do to control it. She's the one who has always been nice and kind to you and Kokonoi is the one who abandoned you in a hollow friendship, yet still, you cannot come to reduce your hate for her or increase that for him.

It's all just a pain, nothing more. 

Love, friendship, everything.

You sigh and ring up Baji.

"I swear you're not getting over him if you keep on calling me." is the first thing he says over the phone. You'd slipped your whole heartache to him in your drunk state, and he chose to stay as a friend.

"I know." you say, though you know you're just trying to replace Kokonoi's hair with the black in Baji's and his grin with that of Baji's. 

It doesn't fit at all. You don't like Baji at all, but you love Kokonoi, and you wish to distract yourself before the pain drives you crazy.

"Go get a life, (Name)-san." you hear him say, and are suddenly reminded he doesn't even know your surname- you only told him your first name, "Get a life, and when you need friends, you know the bunch you can come too."

This bunch includes Yuzuha, Emma, Tachibana, him and Emma's brother Mikey who somehow turned out to be Baji's childhood friend too.

They're friends to you, undeniably, but still, a decade of close frienship and love has a different charm to it.

A decade of friendship with Akane gets wasted because your envy and dread gets the best of you. A decade of friendship with Kokonoi is wasted because he suddenly stopped giving a fuck about you.

You don't want your friendship with Inui Seishu to be wasted- whether to not he could help you, he's always stood by you no matter what.

The call has ended and you put your phone down with a deep exhale. 

He's right. I can't limit my life to just Kokonoi and his love.

You snort.

His "non-existent" love.

You can hear his voice amidst the knocking on the door. He doesn't sound too willing to call out to you.

"They're wasting their time." you know, because Kokonoi would always love only Akane. 

There's no place in his heart for anyone else. Not even you.

And if they wish to come apologize for hardly caring about you, you don't need it. You don't wish for someone who needs to be reminded to care for you to be around you either.

But then again, the ache is there.

"Long long ago, there was a fire in Inui's house... " you're talking to yourself without realizing where you're headed, "Seishu got a scar on his face because of it, Akane was mistakenly diagnosed to require a lot of money to be treated."

You're in the kitchen, and you're turning the burner on.

"Another doctor checked the reports and found the flaw. Akane wasn't needing a big surgery at all. She was all safe and sound."

You turn the stove's burner on, the fire looks beautiful. 

"I wonder what would've happened if she had died back then.. "

The doorbell's loud noise snaps you back into reality. It takes you a moment to breath in heavily and come back to your senses.

Once you realize what you'd been tying to do, you turn off the burner and hurry towards the drawing room, body trembling from cell to cell in panic and fear.

You'd lost it. You were about to do something utterly stupid.

It freaks you out.

You don't care who's knocking to door, you just open it. You need someone. Anyone.

You need a human interaction. Even just a single one- just to stabilize your mind and not let it override your body this way. You can't afford to let your life go just because a guy you liked didn't like you back or because he became oblivious to your friendship and what not.

Baji is right, you need to live.

It's Inui outside the door.

Kokonoi and Akane are standing a little further behind- Kokonoi is leaning against Inui's car and Akane stands a few steps away from him.

They look up from the ground on hearing the door open. Meanwhile, Seishu assesses the mess of a condition you're in and immediately steps ahead to help you balance.

Your whole body is still trembling, throat parched in fear. "Help me, Seishu. Help me."

Seishu's eyes are glassy- he doesn't know what to do. He never does, and he blames himself for how everything turns out.

If only I did things right... 

But he doubts there's a right or wrong in a scenario like this. None of you all can be blamed for anything.

Inui Seishu hugs you and gently rub his back telling you to calm down. He hears you mumble as you grip onto him, about how you're scared because you feel your body isn't under your control anymore.

You'd always criticized people who leave the world in the name of love but you realize today maybe their bodies aren't in their control anymore. And maybe, they don't or can't put in the effort to gain the control back.

You can't let that happen.

Loving someone is okay, being heartbroken is okay. But letting go of all beauty of the world, all that accepts you for the one person who rejects you is stupid.

You may love him for all your life, may even say his name in the last few breaths of your living, but you would never leave everything and everyone for Kokonoi.

The others don't deserve that.

You don't deserve that.

Seishu helps you inside, Akane tries to help but he tells her to wait outside. 

Kokonoi doesn't bother to even step forward. 

This time, you don't expect him to either.

.

.

"But there's no point feeling guilty about it," Akane and Kokonoi are sitting in the office's cafeteria during lunch, "the whole reason she never told you herself is because she knew you'd feel this way."

Kokonoi just hums in response. He doesn't even know if it's only guilt he's feeling.

Akane stares at him, her lips twitching to word the one question revolving around her mind since the previous day.

"Hajime, " her voice is soft, "in this past decade of knowing her, have you ever even once had any feelings for her?"

Kokonoi's expressions are unchanged, "There's no space for anyone in my heart other than you, Akane-chan. Don't worry yourself with baseless thoughts." he picks up his tray and leaves to put it in the rack of dirty ones.

Akane stares behind him, her lips curled in a frown, "That's not what I'm asking."

Kokonoi watches Inui and you sitting at a table a little away, both busy in gossip. Your expression and pallor give away what you actually feel but you're trying to move on.

He notices you look towards the desert section and walk off towards it. Kokonoi takes the moment to go and sit with Inui Seishu.

"Koko." he greets.

"Inupi." Kokonoi greets back.

There's silence at the table. It is Inui who breaks it with a question- "Are you happy, Koko?"

Kokonoi has never encountered a question harder to answer before. 

He's happy with Akane. She is all he has ever wanted since his childhood, but the fact that you sit alone crying because of him doesn't leave a very good taste in his mouth.

Kokonoi knows he chose Akane. He knows he will always stick by her side, yet still, for some reason, it doesn't feel right.

Him and Akane are perfect, but you being sad disturbs his ease.

Kokonoi has never once seen you cry before the previous day- you'd always been the one to smile through everything, the one who'd care for both the boys when they were hurt during the Black Dragon days, scold them, punish them, but always have that smile on your face.

He had started to cut all ties from you a couple of years ago- Kokonoi did not like his one-way hollow tunnel towards Akane being disrupted by a small, beautiful lane running elsewhere.

_________________  "In this past decade of knowing her, have you ever even once had any feelings for her?" _________________

If they'd been feelings, he wouldn't have thrown her aside so recklessly, right?

He doesn't even know why he mentioned Baji to you back then. It was all on instinct, but there was no need to- he has no business with the guys you spend your nights with.

Kokonoi looks up. Inui is still waiting for an answer, but he has none.

He can't even decide what his own actions or feelings mean.

"You should go then." Inui understands, "(Name)-chan wouldn't return back here if you stay."

But you do.

You place a bowl of ice cream in front of each of the two boys two more to the side, then beckon Akane seated a few tables away. Akane comes, though hesitant but you smile at her and try to talk.

You hold back all emotions and smile, just so that no one else has to bear any guilt because of you. Kokonoi sighs, you're trying to move on and fix things alone.

Like always...

This is just the way you are. 

Nothing but an idiot.

But seeing you try makes his face droop. It latches an unexplained weight onto his heart. 

________ "Are you happy, Koko?" ________

___________ "Help me, Seishu. Help me." ___________

He sighs.

He's not happy.

He doubt he ever will be.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Something tells me that if ever they decide to animate “The Crow of Paradise/The Paradise of a Crow”, this could be made into a film.

Or a live action?

I am on the first pages and I am seeing à la Wong Kar Wai scenes on my head with a young-ish Takuya Kimura as Hajime Yasuhara. (Okay, probably i am still holding on to his Howl voice, but he’s not only that.)

When it comes to manga adaptation, however, Natsumi Matsuzaki admitted that adapting it to manga is a challenge.

Matsuzaki : "The Crow of Paradise" came out right after we started the comic version of "Master"... I didn't know anything about the content of (Paradise), so after reading it, I thought, "I've gotten myself into something serious."

[Note: "The Crow of Paradise" is the first book in the second part of the Yatagarasu series, released in September 2020.]

… I was reading it at a café in Ikebukuro, and as soon as I finished reading it, I called (Abe-san) over... Abe was like, "Oh no, I've been called out!" (laughs). So, when I went to meet her, she looked at me with sparkling eyes as if to complain, and I thought, "Oh, good. It seems like 'The Crow of Paradise' will be okay..." (laughs).

Matsuzaki: But after that came out, and then the next one, 'The Crows of Remembrance,' I started to think, "This is getting difficult to adapt into a comic..." Is that so...?

…

Abe: From the perspective of the original author, this work is part of a series, so there is an overarching theme for the entire series. However, if you focus solely on that, each individual work might end up being incomplete.

Matsuzaki : That's right. It becomes blurred... The theme is too large.

Abe: That's why I create "major themes," "medium themes," and "minor themes." For a standalone piece, I focus only within that piece. For a main work, I focus only within that main work, and I resolve the "minor themes." But when you connect them all, a larger theme emerges... It's like creating a "mosaic picture."

Matsuzaki: But I haven't been told what the picture will look like. I try not to ask about the theme of a standalone piece, the theme of a main work, or the themes going forward. Instead, I interpret the words and events written in the current original work myself and try to create a coherent narrative.

(This q&a talk is included on the fourth volume of the manga.)

[theamityelf]

You mentioned the potential for despair disease in the Naehinahara killing game and all I coyld think about was Makoto with despair disease (again) with Hajime/Hajizuru and Shuichi trying to keep him safe. Do you think the despair disease would be a lot more serious since there are more people that could catch it?

This is very fun. The fun thing about this is that the killing game is clearly meant to mess with the three protags specifically, so the choices for who gets the disease would be calculated for what outcome would be the most stressful.

(I'm going to say Despair Disease is still a chapter 3 thing; it belongs in a third chapter. Also, despite saying before that DD could only be a factor if this killing game is a simulation, I'm going to say that the killing game is still happening in real life. Someone just found a way to make Despair Disease real.)

Here are our options:

Makoto and Hajime get it and Shuichi doesn't. The third person, in this case, would be someone from Shuichi's group; I'll say Kaito, assuming I haven't killed him by this point in the story. (My heart says he's a Chapter 1-er, but my brain says Chapter 1 is probably a revealed-secrets motive in this AU, to drive up paranoia, so Syo and Maki are probably in the most danger there. For a disease motive, Kaito is of more use to the mastermind as an infected than as an uninfected.)

This serves to put Shuichi in a position where the ones he looked up to at the start of the killing game now rely on him. Specifically, Chapter 1 would have been a loss for Shuichi and maybe also Makoto (supposing Maki and someone from THH dies; let's say Maki and Hiro), and then Chapter 2 is Makoto losing Hina and another THH character (I really do think this is a Syo or Toko kill). This means Shuichi has been made to see Makoto's humanity through his grief and has learned the grim side of Hajime's hypercompetency through the fact that Hajime's friends are surviving at everyone else's expense.

With Despair Disease, Makoto is suddenly as unhelpful, obstructive, and problematic as possible and Hajime is suddenly at levels of apathy surpassing even Izuru Kamukura.

This is already a problem, but more so because deliberately-counterproductive Makoto will definitely be saying things he shouldn't.

The protags have been doing their best to keep the memory situation under wraps, to avoid unintended reactions from the others, but Diseased Makoto is another story. The morning he wakes up with the disease, he skips breakfast and goes straight to wherever Byakuya's isolating himself to and chatting with reckless abandon about secrets Byakuya hasn't told him yet.

Just plops into a seat across from him like, "Do you think maybe we'd have been freed by now if your million siblings hadn't been excommunicated from your family?"

Byakuya looks at him sharply. "I beg your pardon?"

"I mean, your siblings lost the competition, but they were still contenders, so I'm sure if you were on good terms with all of them, they'd probably be really helpful. Instead, we have to wait for the cops to save us. Or whoever is acting in the role of cops these days; who knows how much time we've lost. I think I'm still the same size I was last time I checked, but you must have noticed a difference, right?"

"How do you know these things?"

"I'm a corporate spy." And then he falls off the chair sideways because he's very ill.

Meanwhile Hajime is just in bed 24/7, sweating profusely and not bothering to move or do anything. When Shuichi talks to him, he's mockingly dismissive. Saying things like, "You again. Still wasting your chance to protect your friends, while I'm indisposed."

Shuichi has to keep Makoto out of trouble, make sure Hajime is eating and drinking water and generally surviving, and...well, he'll try to handle Kaito, but I think Kaito's going to slip through the cracks, since he's someone any of the others can care for, whereas Hajime and Makoto have to be Shuichi's job, and he has to tend to them separately because they make each other worse.

This is going to lead to drama, because while Shuichi never blames Makoto for anything, he does hold Hajime's actions against him. Makoto is going to come to Hajime's defense when this all comes to a head, after the disease has passed. Ultimately, it'll make their bonds stronger, but Shuichi does need to go through some anger at Hajime so he can come to terms with the fact that he's just a person doing his best instead of a superhuman being selfish. And Shuichi will ultimately realize that some of his disappointment comes from how much he respects and admires Hajime.

Or, all three infected are Hajime's friends. This hearkens to their past as Remnants of Despair AND brings Hajime's preference for protecting his friends sharply into focus, after Trial 2 and his conversation with Shuichi. He's probably introduced himself to the group as the Ultimate Medic anyway, since that's the most useful talent to fess up to, so he's protecting and caring for three of his friends while trusting Makoto and Shuichi to look out for the others.

Or, all three protags get infected and it's just up to everyone else to keep them in order. No one knows to stop Makoto from spouting out things he knows, so he's talking to everyone. Crying at Kyoko like, "You and Hina were best friends. Don't you feel it?!" until Fuyuhiko and Himiko drag him to bed. Shuichi gets symptoms that make him super accusatory. Not in the way Nagito was under Despair Disease; he's not just making random wild accusations. His accusations are calculated for maximum distress. Telling everyone Kokichi is the mastermind, telling Byakuya the mastermind is one of his brothers, etc. Fortunately, Akane and Kaito pretty much tune it all out as sick talk and make sure he's taken care of. Kaito might catch the disease from him, though; I feel like he's extra sensitive to it.

Man, imagine having a cast so packed that I don't take the opportunity to give Kokichi truth disease.

(Whatever the case, this chapter could be first time one of Hajime's friends die.)

[suitov]

(A reckoning was not postponed. Not as sad, but warning for bitchy Nagito my beloved and Hajime coping very badly with stuff.)

Hajime had a headache, but it was one of those "slept too long" headaches, so could've been worse. Admittedly he'd been going at it hard lately; everyone seemed to think he'd gone to his cottage and crashed for a day and a half and the general consensus was "about time".

It was worrying because he didn't remember going home, which could've conceivably been down to plain old tiredness, but... waking up missing a chunk of time had another, far worse, possible explanation.

His headache wasn't going away. In fact, it had called in reinforcements in the form of Komaeda, who was hovering in a way that meant he wanted to say something. Hajime, the only one left at the breakfast table thanks to his late rising, stubbornly shovelled eggs onto his toast and the resulting tasty mess into his mouth. Maybe Komaeda'd go away.

Komaeda sat down opposite him.

"There's something we need to discuss, Hinata-kun." Started no conversation Hajime wanted to have, ever.

Hajime grunted and downed a slug of juice.

"It can't wait long, so is now a good time?"

He put down the glass. "Actually, I've got something I need to do after I eat."

"Ah." Komaeda leaned back. "That'd be what I want to talk about, actually. I take it you mean your daily hate monologue in the mirror?"

"How the hell--" He stared. "Have you been stalking me?"

"No, I haven't." Komaeda had his hands folded. No idea what that meant.

"But then how... oh gods, you haven't." The only way Komaeda could've been told his personal business was if... something had been out.

"If you're asking have I spoken to a certain person, then the answer is yes."

"Komaeda!" Hajime slammed the table. His plate, glass and cutlery flew everywhere; Komaeda winced. "That's dangerous! I don't let that thing out near the rest of you for a good reason! It could attack any moment!"

Komaeda drew breath and sighed obnoxiously.

"Did it chase you down? Did it hurt you?" He frantically scanned the sickly twig for injury. "What the hell did it say? Did it tell you to do things? Try to turn you against me?"

"Hinata-kun, stop." That firmness in his tone was unusual. Gods, now he'd be panicking over every little difference in their behaviours until he found out what that demon had been doing. A day and a half without supervision! He clutched his head. Really not helping the headache situation.

"I said stop," Komaeda ordered. Damn guy actually ordered. It was so weird, Hajime calmed down for a moment.

"Just... tell me if that creature hurt you, yeah?" he managed.

"He did nothing of the sort."

"But it spoke to you, right? After everything... it's not supposed to talk to people! I thought we'd reached some kind of understanding, I --"

"Hinata-kun, listen to me. What you're doing with Izuru, it's not working. It has to change."

He gawped. "Tell... tell me you're not on a first-name basis with the poison inside my brain!"

Komaeda was taking this far too calmly. Who paused to examine their fingernails at a time like this? "Hinata-kun, just listen to how you talk about him. Izuru is not a thing. He's not a creature and he's not poison. He's a living being and he's in pain."

"He's in pain?" Hajime really wanted to throw something, but that was his dark side and he wasn't going to let that thing win a single further step forward. "He... it is pain. It's sheer evil, Komaeda. You can't treat it like it's a person. Don't you know the things it did? The attacks, the deaths?"

"I hardly think any of us has grounds to talk about that," sniffed Komaeda.

"No, see, you guys were brainwashed into it. That woman found your weaknesses and used them to destroy you, mould you into whatever she wanted." He waved his hands about, trying to portray spooky brainwashing vibes. "That thing joined her happily. It was a willing participant! It knowingly--"

"But did he, though? Is that really true?" Interrupting-Komaeda was an unfamiliar and... kind of an unwelcome Komaeda. "Izuru was a child, Hinata-kun. A brand new, vulnerable life. The rest of us were forced into despair. Izuru never knew anything else. He was created by brutal experimentation, kept in a darkened cell and trained like a dog. Who could make an informed choice under those conditions?"

"He had the whole of human knowledge to call on," Hajime scoffed.

"And absolutely no life experience."

"Fine. Fine." He really didn't want to continue this conversation. His eggs felt like they were curdling with his orange juice. "You think he's a poor little baby and you want to excuse his war crimes..."

"I just find it strange that you're capable of excusing everyone else's war crimes," said Komaeda with infuriating reasonableness. "You know what Hanamura and Owari got up to. You know the damage Soda's contraptions did to the atmosphere. I'm pretty sure you heard what I did in Towa."

"Yeah but--" He flailed for a cutting rejoinder. "None of that stuff was me, Komaeda."

Komaeda tilted his head.

"That gross pile of evil impulses you call Izuru -- that's not even its name, you know, it's just a historical figure -- is me. It's the worst side of me. That's all it is! It's what I'm really like, underneath, if I was given ultimate power and no conscience to hold me back. There's no 'him' there, Komaeda. Whatever it said to you, whatever master scheme it tried to recruit you to -- Izuru Kamukura isn't a person. It's my Jekyll and nothing more."

"Hy-- never mind. Do you want to know the evil scheme he wanted to enact, Hinata-kun?" Nagito's eyes were sharp green ice. It reminded him of that one trial. "He begged me to kill him. He wanted to find a way to end himself without harming you, or, failing that, to lock himself away forever. That was after he cried in my arms for hours and told me how much he hates himself. Why, compared to how he speaks of himself, the way you talk about him is positively kind!"

Hajime sat back. That was... no, that shouldn't be true. Manipulation. It had to be. Twist Komaeda's head all around and send him to tell off Hajime so he'd... let his guard down, he supposed? Get angry and make a mistake? How dare that beast touch him? It sounded like they'd got positively cosy. He wasn't sure how he felt about his own body being held in Komaeda's arms. Despite trying to treat everyone kindly, he hadn't totally forgiven the guy for... well, all that stuff in there. Plus, he got weird feelings when he saw him smile.

"Anyway. As I said, things need to change." Damn Komaeda anyway, falling for... well, tears and begging did sound effective. That thing had all the same talents Hajime did. Acting, analysis. It was no wonder someone like Komaeda... what was he saying? "...propose is something like this. Izuru needs an advocate. If you're not able to talk to him directly, which I still think would be the best option, then I'll volunteer for the role. What's that look about? You don't think I can handle him?"

"No," said Hajime simply.

"Well then, we'll have to agree to disagree on that point, Hinata-kun, because nobody else on this island is capable or, I expect, willing."

"You can't just decide--"

Komaeda rolled his eyes. "Oh, forgive me for my presumption. When your current management strategy is working out so well." Well, damn. He was starting to miss the obsequious Komaeda from the sim, the one who would constantly praise and support him, instead of...

Wait, no! That was wrong! That was Evil Hajime again! He wasn't that person any more. He refused to be. Dammit, keeping that beast contained was what this was all about! He must never hurt anyone again, couldn't Komaeda understand--

"So." Komaeda nodded to himself and tapped his fingertips together as if everything was nice and decided. "I'll keep a look out and the next time I see him, hopefully when he's not so distressed, I'll talk to him. So you can leave me any questions you have, or constructive suggestions you want me to pass on. And perhaps there is some way to let the two of you talk. Who knows? It'd be quite the stroke of luck, huh?" Komaeda smiled and Hajime forgot all the excellent arguments he'd been about to make.

"I still think this is a terrible idea," he grumbled.

"All yours are worse," Komaeda said simply, and got up from the table. "Don't worry so much, Hinata-kun. You've built this up in your head into something horrific, but you should have more hope. My poor Izuru is nothing like what you're afraid of."

My?!? Izuru?!?!!

"I'll leave you to finish your breakfast in peace. You should clean that up before it stains." Komaeda, that infuriating bastard, tucked his chair neatly back into place and left, having ruined Hajime's day very effectively.

He collected up the scattered remains of his meal and went to make a big hot chocolate. He felt like needed it, after all that.

[lou-struck]

Midnight In the Sky

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

WC: 1.8k

~You missed the Countdown

You missed the party

But most importantly, you miss him 

a/n: Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas to @sir-kuroo. I was think for a bit on what I wanted to do for this little gift and I thought A New Years Fic would be appropriate. 

"You're kidding me."

"I know," you sign in exasperation as you watch the large board of flights flicker as the airlines struggle to make adjustments for the winter storm. "The attendant told me that my flight won't be taking off for another 4 hours." your voice is shaky as you hold your cell phone up to your ear, trying your best not to break down in the middle of this airport.

Hajime Iwaizumi's voice softens through the speaker. "What about New Years? The party?"

"Haji, you should still go. These are your friends, and I want you to have a good time tonight. Even if I can't be there with you." although you were trying your best to sound supportive. You really wanted to go to that New Year's party. It's always fun to spend the evening with your boyfriend and his friends. They're a wild bunch and make any time a great one.

"None of those people at the party are you." he pushes back. Fighting for the happiness that he knows you deserve. "What time do you land?" he asks, the cogs turning in his head on how he can make this shitty situation better. "It's early enough we could still make it to the party."

Although he can't see it, you shake your head at his words. Your lips formed into a deep frown. "It'll be way too late then. You go to the party, I'll be too tired too anyway. I'll just get a cab from the airport, and then we can see each other tomorrow."

"This is not how it was supposed to go. I'm sorry, y/n," he says. Although his voice is in your ear, it feels like he might as well be on another planet. "I wanted to spend midnight with you."

You don't know if it's the fact that you don't get to kiss your boyfriend at midnight on New Year's Eve or it's that you have been stuck in airports for the past 16 hours after your holiday plans ran late, but nevertheless, your eyes become watery.

"Don't go kissing anyone else at midnight," You laugh, knowing that he would never do such a thing. You trust him wholeheartedly. But let's face it: your boyfriend, Hajime Iawizumi, is a snack that most people wouldn't hesitate to try to sink their teeth into.

"I'd never," he says with a bit of lighthearted humor in his voice. The shift in his tone makes you feel a little bit better, but you haven't seen him in weeks, and you miss him so badly. Even hearing his voice seems like a mockery now, especially since you were supposed to see him face-to-face hours ago. "Do you want me to stay on the line with you while you wait?"

"no, that's all right. I'm going to go charge my phone; I love you so much. Have a great time tonight."

You hang up before he has a chance to say goodbye and wonder about the airport, anxiously waiting to get back home to him.

~

"ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are beginning our descent into Tokyo International Airport. Our estimated arrival time at the gate will be, uh… 12:37 am. On behalf of the Flight Crew, we would like to thank you for choosing to fly with us this New Year's Eve. 

The Pilot's announcement is loud enough to stir you from your light, uncomfortable slumber. 

Blinking softly, you take in the darkened cabin; the soft snores of the other passengers reach your ears. You don't blame them. Traveling is exhausting, even if the plane is doing all the work. Winter weather has delayed your flight home from visiting your relatives for the holidays drastically. You've had three unexpected layovers, and the somber tingle in the back of your mind whispers to your subconscious that the odds of you getting your checked luggage back are stupidly low.

Another feeling that's hard to ignore is the cramped sensation in your neck from the way your head has been resting against the cabin walls. 

But gut feelings and neck cramps pale in comparison to the ache in your chest. It's New Year's Eve, and you should've been home hours ago. 

You should be at some glittery party wearing some Cheesy 2024 plastic glasses, drinking something sparkling, and cozied up with the person you love most. 

You miss Hajime.

You miss his strong arms.

You miss the way he always seems to smell like Tiger Balm. 

With a longing sigh, you lean closer to the small oval window next to you. The chill of the high altitude permeates the clear plastic buffer between your hand and the outer glass. Peering down through the thin cloud cover, you can see the lights of some city. 

You should be down on the ground with him. But for reasons beyond your control, you are not.

All of a sudden, you see the first streak of light fly up towards you. It doesn't make it anywhere close to your plane before exploding into hundreds of little flares of light.

People down below are lighting off fireworks. How is it possible that it's midnight already?

You grab your phone. Although it's on airplane mode, the clock still works just fine. The four large numbers of your home screen clock stare back at you.

12:00 am 

January 1st

You've missed the countdown.

Your stomach drops as the plane starts on it's gradual descent. It's crazy how when you're up in the sky, everything looks close together. The display of New Year lights is breathtaking, but your heart aches.

Can he see the fireworks too? 

You can see it now: he's at the New Year's party with a big, handsome smile on his face, laughing with his friends. he must be so happy. And he must be having the best time. Listening to live music and drinking overpriced spirits at the venue.

there are a few strands of sparkly confetti in his spiked hair. He must look so handsome in the outfit you picked out for him.

Your matching one sits unused in your closet. Maybe you can use it next year…

You are pulled from your vivid imagination when the plane touches down on the asphalt roughly, the cabin shakes, And luggage compartments fly open, but thankfully, nothing flies out.

It skirts down the runway, leaving your stomach somewhere a few hundred meters back. Looking out the window at the dark and the sky, the fireworks have stopped, but at least you're home.

People are anxious to get off a plane, standing and rushing to the door with eagerness. They must have someone to meet, too. 

From the entrance of the plane, you see one of the stages from earlier grab the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached our destination. The current time is 12:33 am. We apologize for the delay, but all luggage from connecting flights will be arriving at 3 pm the next day due to travel. If you have any questions in regard to lost luggage or of damaged items, please contact our customer support hotline available on our website. Thank you for flying with us."

A few other passengers groan, but you were expecting this. You unplug your phone charger from your seat outlet and shove the white-coated wire into the front pocket of your backpack.

After one final sweep of the plane, you stand ready to get off of this thing, ready to be home, ready to see him later today.

It's funny how the people who had been so eager to get off the plane just seconds ago now decide to be unbearably slow as they walk through the gate and into the terminal. Your little carryon trails behind as you walk through the airport. Riding shuttles, climbing escalators, and dodging those little golf cart things that drive down the center of the walkway. 

Exhaustion weighs on your travel-torn mind, And you walk as if you are in your own little world.

You don't even notice that someone is calling your name…

A gentle hand reaches out and grabs your sweatshirt-clad shoulder. You are brought out of La La Land and back to reality as your lidded eyes meet olive green, and for a moment, you are speechless.

"Hajime?" you breathe, too shocked to say the usual 'I missed you stuff' as you lunge forward and cling to him in a heartfelt embrace. "What are you doing here?"

He holds you tightly, pushing you into his broad chest. Oh, how you've missed those muscles. 

The soft fabric of his hoodie cushions your face far better than any pillow you used these past few weeks away. "Do you really think I would want to spend the New Year with anyone else?"

"How long did you-?" you ask, your jaw dropping in surprise when you take the time to take in his attire. His dryer-faded Aoba Johsai sweatshirt and blue-gray checkered pajama pants were certainly not NYE party attire.

Where is the sharp-looking black dress shirt and champagne tie?

"I was already on my way to the airport when you called earlier." he chuckles stubbornly. His calloused fingers rub little circles into your back. "Did you really think I would just go and leave you here to fend for yourself?"

"But the party-"

"Wouldn't have been the same without you." he lovingly interrupts you and tilts his chin downwards to meet your eyes. "Once I told the others that your flight got delayed, they knew there was no chance I was going to be at that party."

"And???" you ask, knowing that there is always more to the story with him.

He smiles brilliantly, and you feel yourself falling in love all over again. "So instead, we are gonna go home, get some decent rest, and meet them for brunch tomorrow."

"Sounds perfect." Your heartbeat slows and although you are still standing in the arrivals gate of the airport- you feel like you're home at last. 

"Hey," he looks down at you through his thick brows tenderly. "There's something I gotta say before anyone else does."

"What is it?" In confusion, you cock your head to the side?

"Happy New Year," he murmurs, the love he has for you coating his words like powdered sugar on the roof of your mouth. 

"Happy New Year Hajime."

His fingers tiptoe around your waist and pull you close. "It may not be midnight, but I still want that New Year's Kiss?"

It may be 12:53 am on January 1st, but who are you to care when his Carmex-dusted lips meet yours.

This is your midnight moment on the ground. 

Gone is the Baggage claim and grouchy travelers as fireworks ignite all around you as you fall under his spell. Greedy for more of these moments that are sure to come with this New Year

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[a-student-out-of-time]

Honestly you just answered your own question. Letting Hajime and Hibiki know that even if you don’t agree with their choices, you still love and support them, that you want them to be happy, that will make all the difference in the world

*In the closet*

So, what did you wanna talk about?

...

Listen...Gunny, if you're mad at me or feel like I've neglected you-

You haven't. That's not what this is about, nor is it about any suspicions. I have other matters I want to address.

...Is this about my sister?

Yes. But it's not about your decision with her, it's about your inability to let go.

My anger is not at you. It's how, even now, you refuse to release yourself from her. The one who caused you so much grief and heartbreak, who plunged you into a living nightmare and it took everything in our power to wake you up.

You bear no responsibility for her actions. You had nothing to apologize. Had you chosen to strike her down, I would not have judged you. Nor would I have judged Hajime.

I know, okay? I know, I made a mistake, and now-

You...still do not understand...

...Hibiki, my dearest siren, shall I tell you a tale? It's the tale of my lineage.

What do you mean?

...I am the offspring of an angel, I told you that much. But my mother was seduced by a devil, and I am the product of their union. A union neither side's family approved of, and I was rejected by both sides.

And in the end, even the devil abandoned us. He brought me into this world, resented my very existence, and left my mother and I behind to pursue his own desires. His fortunes were denied to us as well.

Wow, what an asshole!

Indeed. But never once did I resent my mother for falling for his seductions; even when all others abandoned us, she stood by me and sought to raise me. She may not have been perfect...but she was still an angel.

And so, while I may bear the curse of evil, even as I was rejected by humans, I will never allow myself to become like that devil.

And then...I met Sonia, Hajime...and you. I met those who stood by me, even through the darkest times. You don't try to change me, you try to understand me...

How could I ever resent you? And how could I stand by and allow yourself to remain tainted?

Tainted...?

The tainted of the demon that harmed you. Who continues to harm you, and from whom you refuse to unshackle yourself. Now is the time to move on, to absolve yourself and understand that your mistakes- whatever they may be- are not the cause of all this.

And by all the power vested into me, allow me to say this! Otonokoji Hibiki...

*He places both hands on her shoulders*

I forgive you. Of everything you fear and everything you feel guilt for. You are forgiven.

Now...I hope you'll learn to forgive yourself as well.

Gundham...

[hoeneymilktea]

deciphered ✧ tooru oikawa chapter 9 | backseat lovers

Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi—whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him at the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the notorious top five gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher—your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname.

✧ pairing — tooru oikawa / afab reader ✧ genre — erotica/smut, action romance, crime romance, dark romance (absolutely no dv/sa), psychological thriller, crime/detective mystery ✧ rating — very explicit, 18+ mdni ✧ chapter word count — 13.9k ✧ content warnings — violence, street racing, references to drugs, explicit sexual content, heavy angst. see below break for chapter specific warnings ↴

author's note — This fanfic is inspired by the beautiful and amazing fanart of Street Racer AU Tooru Oikawa. Artist is @aikk00. disclaimer — I do not condone the romanticization of the yakuza or the reality of gang life as I intended not to portray that kind of interpretation, nor promote the activity of illegal street racing. Do not seek out these types of experiences as this work is just a piece of fiction. Please remember to read at your own risk.

slow-kyo drifting ⇠ backseat lovers ⇢ daikokufuto race

✧ chapter specific content warnings: very, VERY NSFW. This entire chapter is filled with sexually explicit content with very disturbing elements, including but not limited to dubious consent, gun play, danger play, impact play, auto play(?), risk-aware consensual kink, anal fingering, degradation, public sex, biting, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, etc. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the contents in this chapter.

Oikawa pulled your head forward, looping his hand behind your neck while he smashed his mouth onto yours, roughly kissing your lips and running his fingers through your scalp. Trying your best to place your hands behind the car door, you searched for the window buttons. Once you felt the braille bumps of the switch, you hooked your fingers up, hearing both of the widows start to close.

In an instant, you felt another pair of hands rest on top of yours, pushing down the button of the windows again.

“Nuh-uh,” Oikawa mumbled on your lips with a smirk on his face. “Windows stay down.”

He locked eyes with you for a moment, seeing only what the dim parking lot lights could luminate. There was a sense of darkness with an incentive behind his eyes, making you simultaneously excited and nervous for what was about to come.

Oikawa leaned back and pressed a button near the rearview mirror with a whirring sound erupting from the car, the top cover beginning to open. Watching the roof go all the way down, you turned back around and quickly looked up at the bridged expressways—not a car in sight.

“Tooru wait,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand. “What if someone sees us?”

Oikawa chuckled lightly before looping his left hand around the back of your waist, pulling you into the passenger seat with him. As your legs straddled his hips, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face down, smashing his lips against yours. Briefly after pulling away, he smiled once again, whispering closely in your ear.

“Then let them.”

Oikawa pulled your head down once again, running both of his hands roughly all around your body. The friction of fabric between skin became too hot to handle, making the temperature around you increase dramatically, despite the cold spring night. His lips were caressing every inch of your face, neck and chest—anywhere but your own.

While still kissing your lips roughly, Oikawa reached his hands up your top, enabling you to take it off. You placed your hands at the hem of your shirt, swiftly removing it off your body.

Oikawa did the same, reaching his hands behind his head to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling it straight off his shoulders. He caressed the skin on your back with the tips of his fingers before slowly unhooking your bra off, letting your arms pull through the straps. He then threw it over his shoulder with the rest of your clothing before you started to unbuckle his jeans.

While placing both of his hands on your waist, he grabbed the edge of your pants and slipped it down, your ass slowly coming out from behind as the fabric grazed against your exposed skin. It dangled at the edge of your feet before you kicked it off, your body fully naked on top of him.

Oikawa reached up and placed his hand on the base of your throat, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. He slapped your ass before he pulled your head down to his, whispering a command in your ear while his warm breath tickled against your helix. “Get underneath me and spread your legs.”

Although the car was small, you ended up resting your back against the side of the passenger door, letting Oikawa crawl over you from the driver’s side. You swung your arms around his neck, looking up at the starry night sky, noticing the parking lot was extremely dark. Only the lights from the skyline in the distance provided some brightness, aside from the dim light poles. 

Oikawa rested his knees against the driver’s side seat and situated himself in between your legs, leaning down to place his left hand back around your throat. He smashed his lips against yours once again, slipping his tongue over the entrance of your mouth, licking against your own. His skin was hot to touch, despite the chill spring breeze brushing through the parking lot.

With his right hand, he grabbed the seatbelt above your head and pulled it down forcefully—the sound of the zip pulling through against your ears, easily startling you. He removed his grip around your throat to pull your left hand above your head, pinning them up on the headrest. “Hands up, now.”

You obeyed, placing your right hand up atop your head along with your left. Oikawa took the seat belt and wrapped it around your wrists, tying it into a secure knot before tugging on it. He looked straight into your eyes with a menacing smirk as he trailed his hands down your chest, lightly pinching your nipples in between the pads of his fingers. Lowering his head down, he placed your right breast in his mouth—roughly sucking as he continued to play with the other.

You whimpered against his touch, your legs trembling slightly as you tugged your restrained arms on the seatbelt. As you felt Oikawa’s tongue trace down your torso, he crouched down and situated himself securely in between your thighs—spreading both of your legs open and placing his left hand underneath your right knee, holding your body still.

While closing his eyes, he began to lick your clit with the tip of his tongue, fluttering it between his lips while he sucked on the sensitive bud. He placed his elbows down on the seat, lifting your left leg higher in the air as he grabbed onto your calf, pushing your knee closer to your chest. You let out a high pitched moan, hitching your breath as he continued to suck vigorously on your clit.

“Ohhh fuck, Tooru,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the car door. The sudden stimulation from his tongue sent a huge rush of blood to your head, making you slightly dizzy. It was clear that he missed you; his lust and hunger for your body revealed itself in his lewd actions.

His warm tongue piercing glided against your clit as you gasped loudly, completely forgetting about how the metal felt. He dragged it down all the way to your opening, slowly licking back up to your clit—the piercing swirling in a tight circle as he chuckled slightly. Oikawa closed his eyes and moaned into your pussy, burying his face deeper and deeper in between your thighs.

His mouth, chin, and nose were buried deep into you, all of your essence smeared across his face like it was his favorite meal. He grazed his tastebuds against you again, the taste of your pussy arousing him like always as he continued to suck on your clit vigorously. Opening his eyes, Oikawa glanced up at the flustered expression on your face, your body trembling just from the touch of his tongue.

His eyelids dropped down, the brown color of his irises shining underneath the dim parking lights peeking above the car. The tip of his tongue swirled on your clit once again, quickly fluttering his piercing repeatedly. You arched your back and brought your elbows close to your face, moaning at the top of your lungs.

Beads of sweat collected on your forehead as the temperature of your body began to rise rapidly. Your legs quivered; buckling your knees as the inner parts of your thighs closed in on Oikawa’s face. He pulled away just as you reached the peak of release, exhaling loudly to catch his breath.

He brought his right hand up and quickly shoved his index and middle fingers straight into your mouth, the tips of his pads pressing down in the back of your throat as you gagged. He stared straight up at you, an ominous grin forming on his face. 

“Suck.”

You closed your lips around his fingers, tasting salt from his sweat mixed in with the flavor of yourself. Oikawa curled his fingers down, pressing harder on your tongue before he pulled them out completely from your mouth. A long trail of saliva connected the tips of his fingers with your bottom lip, your spit slowly dropping down onto your chest. You coughed slightly, taking in a large breath of air.

“Good girl,” Oikawa praised before he lowered his head down and cleared his throat, spitting his own saliva directly onto your pussy. The impact was cold to the touch, making you tighten up, aching for him to touch you more.

You felt every part of your body shock awake as he pushed his saliva coated fingers inside of you, the stark contrast in temperature making you dig your heels into his back while your toes curled. Gasping loudly, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull the second Oikawa started to pump his fingers inside of you—the edge of his knuckles hitting up against your pelvis with every thrust. 

You missed the feeling of his fingers inside as nothing but pleasure could be felt all throughout your body and limbs. Moaning at the tips of his fingers grazing against your g-spot, you clasped your hands together tightly as the edge of the seat belt around your wrists sliced against your skin. Oikawa massaged your clit with his other hand, quickly rubbing it with two fingers from side to side.

“You miss this?” Oikawa laughed, cocking his right eyebrow up as he looked at you crumble against his touch. He cleared his throat again and degradingly spat on your pussy one more time. “Do you miss it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

You didn’t respond, only the sound of your staggered moans escaping from your lips. The air surrounding the car felt hot as your body continued to exert heat from your skin, condensation starting to form on the windshield despite the top cover completely down.

Oikawa frowned as he furrowed his eyebrows, removing his left hand from your clit in order to slap your face.

“Answer me, you fucking slut.” He pinched your cheeks close together while he brought your face forward, continuing to thrust his other fingers deeply inside of you. “I asked, do you miss it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

“Yes,” you quietly exhaled, your hot breath trickling down his palm. “I miss your fingers so much.”

He let go of your cheeks, placing one firm slap to your face before bringing two fingers back onto your clit, rubbing it in a side-to-side motion vigorously.

“Good girl.” He mumbled before he spat on your pussy again, massaging his saliva over your clit with his thumb in a circular motion. Oikawa leaned down again, simultaneously sucking on it while pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Tooru! Oh my god, please!” You screamed, tugging at the seat belt restraint around your wrists. Trying your best to withhold your moans, you released a quiet high-pitched whine, rocking your hips from side to side. Oikawa placed his left arm over your torso, holding you down as you squirmed in the passenger seat.

He swirled his tongue on your clit again, savoring the taste of you as he curled his digits deep within your core. The tips of his fingers pressed up against your cervix, slowly digging up before bringing them forward. You felt your arms grow tired hovering above your head, your body quickly trembling while Oikawa buried his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you.

You let out a long groan as you felt him repeatedly thrust up into your g-spot, the tips of his fingernails scraping against the rough patch of skin inside your pussy. An intense growing feeling in your stomach immediately dropped down, your body trying its best to release the pressure. Just as you felt the peak of coming, Oikawa noticed the same face you always conjured before you squirted—completely removing his fingers out of you.

“You don’t get to come until I say so.” He put his slick coated fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of you before he slapped your pussy, earning a yelp from your mouth.

Feeling like your brain was about to explode, you let out a series of staggered breaths. Your chest began to rise up and down as Oikawa straddled above you, placing his hand back on the base of your throat. He leaned in close to your ear, the ends of his bangs tickling your cheek as he breathed directly on your face.

“What would you rather prefer…” Oikawa brushed his lips on your ear as he tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers into your skin. “The gear shift or my glock in your pussy?”

“W-What?” Your body began to shake profusely, your knees buckling inwards as your breath trembled. You thought his question was absurd, not knowing what he meant by his proposition. Looking up at him with a confused and terrorized expression on your face, you reiterated your response. “What do you mean?”

“You heard me, bitch. Do you want the gear shift or my glock in your pussy?” He lifted your head closer to his face, staring straight into your dilated pupils with a malicious intent. Oikawa’s eyes widened as he waited for you to answer him, bringing up his right hand to slap your face again. “So? What’ll it be?”

“I-I don’t know?” Your voice cracked while Oikawa grabbed your cheeks and shoved his thumb into your mouth, the edge of your teeth grazing against his fingertip. He peered down at you before he furrowed his eyebrows, caressing the side of your face.

“Hmm…” he tapped his fingers against your cheek, trailing his finger down your neck and collarbone. Suddenly, a mischievous smile erupted on his mouth, making you nervous for what was to come.

He removed his hand from the base of your neck as you inhaled a large breath of air. Beads of sweat collected on your forehead; your body feeling all sorts of pleasure and pain from his touch.

Oikawa reached above your head and untied the seat belt knot, letting it retract back into the side of the car. Just as your hands were finally free, you looked over at Oikawa grabbing the keys to the car out from the cup holder as he jumped into the driver’s seat—stepping on the clutch and turning on the ignition.

The car rumbled beneath you both, smoke starting to come out of the exhaust and in the rearview mirror again. He looked down and made sure the emergency brake was up, the car still parked in place as it continued to rumble beneath you both. Oikawa turned his head and ominously grinned, placing his left hand up and curling his fingers in a come-hither motion again.

“Straddle the gearbox.”

You leaned forward, obeying his command. He grabbed onto your waist, helping you up as you placed your left knee on the driver’s seat and your right knee on the passenger’s. You stabilized yourself by placing your hands behind you on the dashboard, your naked body fully exposed to the spring night. Oikawa slapped the left side of your ass, placing a kiss on your stomach before leaning over to the passenger side and opening the glove compartment.

In the corner of your eye, he pulled out a sleek black pistol with the metal shining underneath what little brightness was left from a dim light post. The barrel was long, but the gun fit sturdy in his grip with his fingers wrapped around the handle. He pulled back on the slide and cocked the gun in place before moving it back to its original position, earning a nervous expression from your face as you watched him.

“Is... is that loaded?” Your voice was soft, but you swallowed in the middle of your sentence, feeling something lodged in your throat while you spoke. Looking at the gun made you nervous as the hair around Oikawa’s forehead covered his eyes, unable for you to see his expression.

“Why, are you scared if it is?” He ominously asked, cocking it again one more time. He didn’t remove the magazine from the handle to show you if it was or not, ultimately making you uncertain of his future antics.

He reclined back into the driver’s seat, pulling out his phone from his back pocket and unlocking his screen. While placing the pistol on his lap, Oikawa brought the phone up and pressed record, smirking up at you.

“Place your clit on the gearshift and touch yourself. Now.”

You looked straight into the camera with a blank expression, slowly breathing as you looked down onto the gearstick. It vibrated back and forth as the car rumbled beneath you, cold to the touch as you placed two fingers on your pussy. You looked back up at Oikawa with a concerned look on your face, wondering if it was sanitary to do so.

“Don’t worry—it’s all clean, no one else has laid a finger on it besides you and me. Touch yourself, right now.”

Continuing to furrow your eyebrows, you breathe hesitantly as you spread yourself apart, lowering down onto the gear shift. You explicitly told him you could handle whatever he did to you—so wanting to prove yourself right, you obliged with all of his demands. You gasped at the sudden change in temperature on the edge of your pussy, the quick vibrations from the car quickly stimulating your clit.

Thousands of nerve endings triggered all at once, driving your body over the edge. You curled your toes and continued to straddle the middle console, grinding your hips along the edge of the gear stick. Careful not to move the hand brake or the gearbox any further, you moaned at the touch of the cold metal vibrating rapidly against your clit.

“Good,” Oikawa murmured, unzipping his pants as his erect dick popped straight out. He held the phone in his left hand while slowly stroking his cock in his right, grinning maliciously into the camera preview. “Stick your fingers in your mouth and moan for me.”

As Oikawa continued to pleasure himself, you thought of an idea in your mind—you were going to give him what he wanted and put on a show for him. Your mood instantly switched, placing your left two fingers in your mouth as you continued to spread apart your pussy. Looking seductively in the camera, you wrapped your lips delicately around your fingers up to the second joint, closing your eyes and humming at the bottom of your throat.

“Fuck,” Oikawa parted his lips open and closed his eyes while he threw his head back into the headrest, exhaling a hesitated moan as his right hand continued to pleasure himself. His fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as he moved up his hard cock, pressing his thumb around the tip of his dick over and over again. “Oh my god, touch yourself more for me.”

You rocked your hips against the gear shift, the vibration from the rumble pressing against your clit sending large waves of pleasure up to your body. The same feeling from before came back, a tense pressure forming at the pit of your stomach again. Grinding your clit against the gear shift once more, you let out a quick, breathy moan—trailing your right hand up your chest and grabbing onto your right breast, pinching your hardened nipple in between your fingers.

“Holy fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy.” Oikawa let out a prolonged and staggered moan as he continued to pump his dick faster in his hand, slightly arching his back up from the driver’s seat. The phone in his hand trembled slightly, still recording you touching yourself against the gear stick. Seeing him get off to you pleasuring yourself inflated your confidence, lustfully wanting to tease him more without even laying a finger on his body.

Taking a risk, you took the pistol off from his thigh with your right hand and peered down at him seductively, dragging the tips of your fingers from your left hand into your mouth, pulling down your bottom lip. While making sure you didn’t rest any of your fingers near the trigger, you pressed the side of the pistol on your chest, plunging your fingers back into your mouth. You hummed against the roof of your tongue, moaning softly as the tip of the barrel grazed against your nipple.

“Fuck!” Oikawa groaned your name while watching you trail the pistol down your torso, vigorously jacking himself off at the sight of your erotic movements.

His breathing became hitched; slow and staggered exhales releasing through his lips. Dropping his jaw and pinching his eyes shut, he moaned loudly—a small amount of cum releasing from the tip of his cock onto his hand.

He reclined back into the seat, panting hard just to catch his breath. His right hand remained wrapped around his dick, the white semen dripping down the edges of his knuckles. In an instant, he propped himself up on the rear console above and behind the seat, near the trunk. With his left hand, he dropped his phone and grabbed the pistol from your hand, pointing it straight at your forehead—the metal from the tip of the barrel feeling cold against your sweaty skin.

“Suck my dick. Do it, or I’ll shove this glock in your pussy.”

Oikawa continued to stroke his shaft; the semen dripping from the tip of his cock used as lubrication, sounding sticky to the ears. You climbed back into the passenger seat, one leg at a time before kneeling down on the cushion, facing your body towards him. Oikawa dragged the pistol down your face, stopping the tip of the barrel at the base of your lips. You looked up at him and smiled, sticking your tongue out as the metal pressed up against your tastebuds.

Oikawa exhaled a satisfied moan, removing his semen-coated right hand from the base of his cock as he pressed his fingers against your lips, shoving his fingers down your throat. “Clean it up for me.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, licking the pads of his digits—tasting the salty secretions of his cum. Oikawa’s cold fingers grazed against the inside of your cheek, smearing his semen against your teeth as you cleaned off the edges of his knuckles. He pulled out his hand from your mouth before smacking your face and pinching your cheeks again, your saliva and some leftover ejaculate dribbling down your chin.

“Suck my cock. Now.” He pressed the tip of the pistol against your temple, the edge of the barrel sinking into your skin. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Instantly, you lowered your head down to Oikawa’s hips, diligently wrapping your hand around the base of his shaft. You placed the tip of his dick on your tongue, licking the crevice between where the head and the shaft met. Curling your lips outwards, you began to bob your head up and down while moving your hand along with the motion, rotating your wrists.

Oikawa grabbed the back of your head and a handful of your hair in his hand, pushing your face down on his hips. He pulled your head back up, tightening his grip around your hair before shoving his cock back into your mouth. You instantly gagged, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat making you shed a few tears from the corners of your eyes.

“I thought you said you could handle it.” Oikawa darkly teased, holding your head down as you choked on his dick. When he released his grip, you shot your head back up—tears streaming down your face, your eye makeup ruined and a smile on your face.

“Take a picture of me,” you placed the tip of his dick back against your tongue, licking underneath the crown before planting a small kiss on the head. “I look so cute while sucking on your big dick, don’t I, Tooru?”

“Absolutely.” Oikawa picked up his phone again, unlocking the screen before pointing the camera in your face. “Pose for me.”

You closed your eyes and chuckled, holding the base of his cock while placing the tip back on your tongue. Through your eyelids, you could sense the flash of the phone camera going off as Oikawa snapped a quick picture of you sucking his dick. When the click of the shutter went off, you opened your eyes again and engulfed the head of his cock back into your mouth, slowly lowering your head down as you looked up into his eyes.

Oikawa reached over and grabbed the pistol again, placing it on the side of your temple. You tried to ignore the muzzle pressed against your skin, solely focused on bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Rotating your wrist from side to side, you heard Oikawa take another picture—the shutter and flash all going off at once as you swirled the tip of your tongue on his shaft.

“Yeah, keep sucking my cock. Suck it like the good little slut you are.”

He placed his phone down before reaching over the passenger seat to slap your ass—the sound of the harsh smack echoing out to the parking lot. Just as the impact of his hand met with your skin, Oikawa grabbed onto your ass and shook it aggressively, earning a soft giggled hum from your mouth.

“So fucking sexy,” Oikawa darkly chuckled as he ran his fingers down your ass, giving you another smack across your skin.

You shoved his cock deeper into your mouth, the mix of your saliva and some of his left over cum dripping down all over his hips. Oikawa grabbed the top of your head, lowering your face down on his cock again. You heard him moan at the top of his lungs, hissing through his teeth as his abs tensed up, his body trembling underneath you.

You removed his dick from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting the tip of his head to your bottom lip. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes and lowered your head all the way back down until your lips touched the base of his cock. You instantly gagged, pinching your eyes shut as you felt him throb against the back of your throat, filling up every crevice inside your mouth.

“Good girl,” Oikawa teased, his breath panting through his lips as he stroked the back of your head gently. “You’re taking me so well.”

Immediately right after, you forced your head back while removing his dick from your mouth, a large exhale emitting from your lips as you took a deep inhale for air. A trail of saliva lingered from the tip of his cock to the bottom of your lip again, looking up at him with a lustful expression. 

Oikawa pinched his eyebrows and smirked down at you, grabbing the base of his cock as he repeatedly slapped your cheek with it. While pulling your head back with his left hand, he let go of his dick to place a firm slap on your face again, your head whipping to the side.

“Ugh, fuck yeah.” You growled, instantly satisfied with the impact on your cheek. You collected a decent amount of saliva in your mouth before spitting directly on his dick, massaging your hand up and down his shaft. “Do what you want to me, just use me and control me.”

“Oh yeah?” He grabbed your face and pinched your cheeks together, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Don’t tempt me, I just might.”

While instantly shoving your face down, Oikawa forced his cock through your lips once more. He bucked his hips up, face-fucking your mouth while you choked on his dick. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes again, slowly dripping down your cheeks as you made a guttural sound in the back of your throat. You lowered your head down again, the edge of your lips curling around the base of his shaft.

He released another staggered moan as you pulled your head up, bobbing your head back down on the tip of his cock. You felt his body tense up before he gripped the back of your head tightly, his dick twitching slightly as he came into your mouth—a spur of hot liquid hitting the back of your throat.

Oikawa groaned loudly, throwing his head back into the air as another gush of semen came into your mouth. He gripped his right hand around the base of your throat and brought your head up; your cheeks puffed out, filled with cum. You grabbed onto his forearm, trying your best to release his grip around your neck as he pulled your face closer to his.

“Open your mouth. Let me see.” Oikawa commanded, pressing his forehead up to yours. His once bright brown eyes grew dark, dilated, and dangerous—entirely filled with lust and malevolence.

You panicked; your legs shaking profusely as a small amount of your slick dripped down your right thigh. Without thinking, you instantaneously swallowed all of his cum in your mouth, feeling the thick and viscous semen slide down your throat. You choked a bit, coughing slightly in his face as you swallowed again—the lump in your throat disappearing down your esophagus.

You stuck out your tongue, showing Oikawa that you swallowed all of his cum. Your hot breath tickled his cheeks as you smiled, exhaling a soft giggle. The tips of his fingers dug straight into the sides of your neck, your pulse beating faster and faster against his thumb. He breathed out through his nostrils, a smirk forming on his lips as he tightened the grip around your throat.

“You’re nasty, don’t swallow my kids.”

His eyes thinned before flashing his canine tooth on the side of his dental cavity, smashing his lips onto yours once again. He kept his right hand on the base of your throat while he gripped the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the sloppy kiss. Forcing his tongue inside your mouth, Oikawa swayed his lips back and forth against yours. He bit the bottom of your lip, dragging it down as you moaned into his mouth. 

Oikawa didn’t mind the taste of his own cum on his lips while kissing you—in fact, he craved your kisses more, opening his jaw to let your tongue into his mouth. He sucked on your bottom lip as your saliva dripped down your chin, swirling the hot metal piercing against the tip of your tongue. He kissed you with passion; the intense desire for your body under his made him aroused again, ready for another round of making your spirit crumble.

He immediately pulled back, a loud smack from your mouth erupting from the suction. Oikawa breathed deeply, letting go of your hair as he trailed his hand down your spine. You let out a small yelp when he slapped your ass hard, the instant rush of blood to the surface of your skin sending a pleasured feeling to your brain while you moaned.

Oikawa pointed to the rear parcel behind the seats he was sitting on, his chest rising up and down as he let out a deep command, a menacing growl erupting from his throat. “Get your knees up on here with your ass out, now.”

You didn’t hesitate while bending over the seat, your breasts now pressed up against the back hood of your car. Your knees now rested on the rear parcel, close to your chest while you could feel Oikawa’s hands wander on your back, gripping the sides of your waist. Looking up, you saw the Tokyo skyline in the far distance—the tall expressway ramps high up in the air without any vehicles traveling on them. The parking lot lights dimmed down, no longer providing any sort of light to your car; only the brightness from the Tokyo skyline and expressway ramps lit up what was left of the wharf island.

In an instant, a cold sensation pierced through your core and touched your cervix, curling downwards onto your g-spot again. You whipped your head back to see Oikawa’s sinister smirk plastered across his face as he pumped two digits inside of you—the tips of his fingers freezing to the touch against your pussy.

You gasped loudly, gripping your hands against your car as you buckled your knees together. You shut your eyes and cinched your eyebrows together, muttering the word ‘fuck’ underneath your breath over and over again. Oikawa lifted his left hand up and smacked it across your ass, the noise sounding painful to the ear.

“You thought I was done with you? I haven’t even made you squirt yet,” Oikawa shoved his fingers deeper inside of you, the edge of his knuckles hitting your pelvis repeatedly. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream for God.”

“I don’t even believe in God,” you breathed out, retorting his threat.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” Oikawa loomed over your figure, placing his left hand on top of yours. You heard him chuckle into your ear, his fingers still continuously pumping in and out of your pussy. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll believe there is a God—and that God is me.”

Oikawa pushed his left hand down on your spine, forcing you to lift your ass up higher. He trailed his fingers down your back, slapping your ass once again before crouching down below you. Immediately, you felt him remove his fingers and situate his face in between your legs again, the bottom of his chin touching your thighs. The tip of his tongue ran across your pussy again, searching for your clit.

“Tooru, Tooru, fuck!” Your forehead knocked against the rear of your car, feeling the sweat and heat exerting from your body condense against the cold touch. Oikawa hummed against your clit, swirling his warm tongue piercing in a circle—knowing it always drove your body wild while he did so. He clasped both of his hands on your ass, the sound of the loud smack bouncing through the air.

He licked all around your pussy again, vigorously sucking on your clit as he buried his entire face right in between your thighs. His mouth, chin and nose were coated with your essence, swaying his lips back and forth as he continued to eat you out like he was starving for days on end. Oikawa’s fingers dug deep into your skin, the tight grip on your ass sending circuits of pleasure up to your brain.

Your breaths became shallow and staggered with every inhale as he shook his head violently down below. He moaned against your pussy again before removing his face, firmly inserting two digits back into your entrance. Just like before, Oikawa penetrated deep inside of you, curling the pads of his fingers repeatedly into your g-spot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Tooru!” Moaning in waves, you balled your hand into a fist, feeling the edge of your fingernails dig deeper into your palm. Oikawa placed his tongue against the left side of your ass; licking, suckling and biting on your skin as the capillary veins broke underneath the surface.

Every time his fingers curled downward to hit the rough patch of skin inside your pussy, you felt a deep, aching pressure wanting to release. Your body tensed up; your arms and legs shaking profusely no matter how hard you tried to keep it under control. Oikawa bit the skin on your ass, causing a moan to form in the back of your throat.

You felt his fingers speed up and sink deeper inside of your pussy, slowly taking its shape as it tightens around the two digits. Oikawa removed his lips from your skin, exhaling a groan in the process. While bringing his other two fingers up to his mouth, he coated them with his saliva before reaching around the front, vigorously swishing against your clit in a side-to-side motion again.

“Don’t fucking come until I say so,” Oikawa commanded, simultaneously pleasuring you with both of his hands.

While you tried to obey his orders, the pressure inside your body that you withheld slowly started to ache, your limbs beginning to tremble against his touch. You whimpered, burying your head on the edge of the seat while covering your arms over your head, trying your best to bear the mix of pleasure and pain.

“Please, Toor—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You instantly exhaled quietly through your teeth; the cold air you breathed out brushing against your lips. Oikawa’s hands moved faster and faster, his touches growing rougher than before. Taking a big inhale, tears started to form in the corner of your eyes as you couldn’t take the pain of holding the pressure inside your core anymore. Oikawa pressed down on your clit, sloshing his fingers rapidly as he finally gave the word you begged for.

“Come, now.”

Not even a second later, you screamed at the top of your lungs. Oikawa removed his fingers from your pussy and slapped your ass directly after, feeling liquid erupt against his left two fingers while he continued stimulating your clit. Squirting all over the rear parcel, you let out a prolonged moan at the top of your lungs, burying your head deep into the back of your car. Your chest rose up and down, your head spinning in all directions as sweat accumulated on your forehead.

Your entire body felt on fire, the rush of blood to your brain making you feel dizzy. As you squeezed the palm of your hand, you wondered to yourself how much longer you could take it. You felt absolutely tired, but you knew Oikawa was just getting started.

He removed his hands entirely off you, slapping your ass one more time before hovering over your body—whispering another proposition. “Now, I want you to tell me how it feels to get fucked by my glock.”

Your eyes instantly widened, your breath hitching as you shot your eyes to the right. You instantly turned your head back to see Oikawa stretch his arms up high in the air, the black night sky shining brightly above you two, with the same gun from before secured in his grip.

The wind rushed down through your skin, a cool sensation brushing all over your sweaty body. You couldn’t make a sound as you were in utter shock; your legs, arms and head trembling profusely from the aftermath of Oikawa’s touch. You instantly looked up again at the Tokyo skyline in the far, far distance—multicolored lights from the busy city and the ambient noise of the ocean behind you adding to the atmosphere.

The parking lot was completely barren and dark, not a light to illuminate the car or another person in sight. Your heart pumped rapidly through your chest as you could hear him cock the gun behind you, feeling the cold metal slowly trail down your spine.

“Face me.”

You closed your eyes while pushing yourself up from the back of your car, rolling over on your back. The cold temperature of your car felt oddly relaxing on your blazing hot skin, calming down your increasing heart rate. Oikawa placed his hands underneath your knees to lift them up a bit, exposing yourself to him before he grabbed his vape resting in the cup holder.

He took a large hit off the black e-cigarette cartridge, inhaling for a couple of seconds. With the glock in his other hand, he loomed over your body like a shadow, gently caressing the edge of your face before kissing your lips tenderly. Oikawa moaned, transferring smoke into your mouth during the process while wisps of vapor escaped from your kiss.

“How much can you handle?” He whispered ominously, trailing the tip of the glock slowly over your breasts, then down your stomach to in between your thighs—all while locking eyes with you. It was freezing cold, along with the spring night.

As your mind ruminated with sex-crazed thoughts, any sort of consequences or logical reasoning was out of the question. Your eyes were filled with lust; only pleasure and your body’s carnal desire at the top of your priorities. Without even thinking twice, you nodded, too impulsive to deny. 

“All of it.” You exhaled the smoke he transferred into your mouth while closing your eyes, gasping as soon as you felt the tip of the glock slowly enter inside you.

It first followed with a sharp pain, cold to the touch, enough to make you wince—but after a certain threshold, it became easy to slip in. Oikawa started slow at first, pulling it out entirely. The metal was freezing cold inside of you, sending shivers throughout your body. Soon, he pushed it in deeper, up until your pussy touched the trigger. His finger rested gently on it, your entire safety dependent on one little click.

“Does the glock fit, baby?” He whispered in your ear before lowering his head to suck on your neck, biting down on your skin.

You couldn’t respond; your focus was too entrenched on the cold metal sliding in and out of you. Breathless moans began to erupt from your lips, unable to comprehend how much pleasure you received from the glock. While grasping the back of Oikawa’s hair tightly, you looked up into the sky, only the stars within your vision.

Once he removed his head from your neck, you could feel him pull the gun out completely to turn it upside down, holding the handle backwards. He thrusted it back inside, slowly increasing his pace. The metal began to warm up from the warmth of your body, feeling the slick grooves of the pistol slide against you.

Oikawa looked down at your face become weary; your eyes slightly closing and your mouth open and panting, completely fucked out of your mind. He chuckled to himself, drooping his eyes a bit before inserting two digits into your mouth, burying the pads of his fingers deeper into your throat.

“Do you like it when I fuck you with this?” His voice became deep and rough, a slight malevolence heard under his tone. “Tell me, are you a slut for my glock?”

“Yes,” you swallowed the moan following after your response, closing your eyes. Through his fingers, you mustered out an incoherent praise. “It feels so good.”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, reached behind you and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head down until the Tokyo skyline in the distance was upside down in your vision. “Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you?”

Your mouth hung low, panting out a breathless moan as your vision faded, barely seeing Oikawa peer down at your exhausted expression. You didn’t even realize he cleared his throat and spat in your open mouth, degrading both your body and your dignity. He released a fist of your hair and clasped his hand around your neck, barely letting you breathe.

“Since you love this glock so much…” he dragged his hand down your throat to the base of your neck and down your chest, cupping one of your breasts in his palm. A malicious smile crept upon his lips, taunting out a threat. “What if I pulled the trigger?”

“You wouldn’t,” your eyebrows cinched, looking straight at him with a worried expression. “It’s unloaded, right?”

Oikawa chuckled, not responding at first. He continued to sink the glock deeper and deeper inside of you, faster and faster each time. The uncertainty was killing your curiosity, desperate to know if he was bluffing.

“Right?!” You reiterated, feeling your heart start to beat faster and faster.

Oikawa pulled out the glock entirely from between your legs, disarmed the safety lock, and cocked the slider back. He stood up on the trunk of your car and placed his arm up in the air, pointing the glock to the sky. His eyes peered down at you, nothing but a ghastly expression on his face. “Cover your ears.”

Within a second, he pressed the trigger, watching smoke erupt from the end of the muzzle. The sound of a bullet going off into the sky echoed loudly in the parking lot, followed by a loud scream from your lips. Your hands were covered over your ears with your eyes wide open, shaking uncontrollably from the realization that the gun—which was previously inside of you—was loaded all along. 

He dropped back down to his knees again, twirling the glock in his hands. Oikawa brought the tip of the gun to his lips, swiftly blowing the rest of the smoke erupting from the barrel. An imprudent smirk grew across his face as he wiped the glock off with one of his t-shirts on the seat, cleaning it off. He shifted his eyes to you, another wicked thought coming across his mind.

His knees dropped down to the edge of the rear parcel, looming his body over yours with the glock in his hand. He pushed back on slide and cocked the gun again, letting the barrel peak out. A whisper escaped his lips, his face close to your ear. “Dare to find out if there’s one more?”

Without even letting you respond, he positioned the glock at the entrance of your pussy again, pushing it forward. An inaudible gasp emitted from your mouth, feeling the cold metal thrust into you once more. You couldn’t even speak; morally torn for letting your body experience the impulsive desire it craved. Uncertainty crept upon your mind, not knowing what to expect from him anymore.

A sensual feeling of release was close, but the kiss of death seemed closer. Oikawa’s finger laid off the trigger, positioned to the side while he thrusted the gun inside of you repeatedly, watching your face contort to the pleasure.

He grabbed your face with his left hand, squeezing your cheeks roughly before planting a smack on your face. While grasping the edge of your jaw, he pulled your face close to his, muttering on your lips. “Are you begging to come?”

“Y-Yes,” you mustered all you could to respond, feeling your body become weak and exhausted. Your thoughts were not sane, neither was your conscience.

“Then do it when I say so.” He loosened his grip on your jaw, planting small kisses along your neck, trailing his tongue along your skin.

You soon felt his left hand wander down your body, lowering himself closer in between your thighs for a full view. He placed his left two fingers inside his mouth, coating them with his saliva before pressing them against your clit, rubbing in small circles aggressively.

“Three,” he began to count down, chuckling in between numbers. Oikawa thrusted the pistol faster and faster inside of you, gradually picking up the pace while his fingers continued to swish from side to side on your clit. You felt something build up in your core, aching for another release.

“Two,” he lifted his right index finger off the side, positioning it on the trigger. The glock slipped deeper inside of you, feeling the edge of his knuckles on the handle graze against your pussy. It was then when you realized what he was going to do.

“Wait, wait, wait—!”

Oikawa didn’t even count down to one. He pulled the trigger while the glock was inside of you, feeling the slide click back into place. A scream erupted from your mouth, feeling your eyes roll all the way to the back of your skull while a pressure in your core exploded. You couldn’t even feel your essence squirt out and trickle down your legs as every muscle in your body froze in place. Through your vision, the sky started to move, watching the stars spin in a circle.

There was a period of silence between the trigger going off inside of you; only the sound of your hesitated exhales and your pounding heartbeat could be heard. Oikawa continued to hold the glock inside of your limp body, watching you go into shock. Your eyes trailed over to him with a wicked smirk on his face, followed by the view of your lower body.

You felt him remove the glock, watching him slowly pull it out from inside your pussy. It was drenched in your essence, dripping down onto Oikawa’s hand. In an instant, he dropped the magazine from the handle, turning it upside down to show there were no more bullets left.

“It was empty,” he chuckled, throwing the unloaded magazine on the floor of your car. “I only put in one bullet.”

You rolled your eyes and flipped over your body on the trunk of your car, coughing slightly. Every inch of your body was shaking from anxiety, unable to process what happened. It sounded absolutely insane to anyone, but your body was sexually defiled from a gun, and you came from the uncertainty of whether or not it was loaded.

“You’re such a dick,” you muttered, still shaking from the experience. “That was absolutely insane.”

“Oh, did you think we’re done? Baby, I’m just getting started,” Oikawa chuckled while gripping his hands onto your waist, slowly trailing up your back as he loomed over behind you. A sharp pain formed on your shoulder while you felt his teeth drag down your skin, placing a small kiss on the crevice between your shoulder blades.

Gripping your waist with his left hand one more time, Oikawa grabbed the base of his shaft and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of your pussy, teasing it slightly before it pushed past it. You let out a hesitated moan, shocked from the sudden invasion.

It had been a while since you had sex, not seeing Oikawa for a few weeks in person. Your body had forgotten the feeling of his dick inside of you, but once it finally filled you up again, you remembered exactly how it pleasured every little nerve and every little sensation. He was big; no doubt about it, a lot bigger than the glock—the girth of his dick was indescribable, just barely pushing through the tightness of your pussy.

The nature of the vagina without penetration for a while caused your walls to shrink, which made Oikawa almost drop down to his knees when he slid his cock inside of you. Somehow, it felt almost better than the last time, the restriction around his dick from your pussy causing him to throb against you even harder than before. He threw his head back to take a quick breather, letting you adjust to his size.

Oikawa ran his fingers through his sweaty bangs; the feeling of the cool, crisp night air against his skin making him shiver a bit. He felt his heart pound intensely through his chest—the traffic ambience of the city, the crashing ocean waves against the wharf, and the pace of his rapid heartbeat were the only things he could hear at the moment.

He placed his hands on your waist, moving his hips back as he slowly slid his dick out of you. The feeling made your arms collapse on the trunk of your car, the cold white metal pressing up against your hot palms. Oikawa thrusted quickly into you, the tip of his dick hitting against your cervix while he held himself in place. Your jaw dropped down, a high pitched scream erupting from the top of your throat as he gripped your shoulder tightly, shoving his cock as deep as it could go inside of you.

“Holy fuck, baby. You’re as tight as ever,” Oikawa growled, pulling out his cock once more only to shove it back inside of you. “Maybe I should deprive you of this dick more often.”

Gradually, he began moving his hips again at a steady pace, increasing his speed faster and faster. You felt him slide in and out of you repeatedly, the tip of his cock kissing against your cervix every time he pushed forward. Oikawa gripped onto your waist again, digging his fingers into your skin.

“God-fucking-damn!” He threw his head back, moving his bangs dripping from his sweat out of his eyes. Grinding his hips deeper into you, his cock continued to throb against your grip, forcing you to tighten your pussy slightly more. You let out a restrained whimper when he pushed you farther against the trunk until most of your body pressed down on the back of the car, your stomach resting on the edge of the rear parcel.

He placed his palm underneath your left knee, lifting up your leg to rest on the back of the car. While grabbing onto your hips once more, he pulled your body back onto him, burying his cock deeper inside your core. You let out a loud and prolonged moan of pleasure, almost sounding like a painful cry for help.

“Oh my fucking god, Tooru!” You crinkle your nose and shut your eyes, continuing to exhale a breathy moan every time Oikawa thrusted his cock into you, almost feeling him inside your stomach.

He raised his left arm up and slapped your ass across the back of his hand. While gripping your ass with  his large hands, he spread you open to get a good view of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy.

“Has any other dick fucked you like this before?” He leaned over your body, sliding his right hand up to the base of your throat, fingers pinching the sides of your neck. His right hand remained on your waist, shoving your body back down on his cock.

“No,” you breathed out, grabbing onto his forearm as you stared directly at the Tokyo skyline. Oikawa pulled your head back until you felt him exhale against your ear, the hot temperature of his breath lingering on your cold skin. “No one can besides you.”

“That’s right, no one can fuck you as good as I can.” Oikawa tightened his grip around your neck, forcing you to look up at the expressway bridge. In the dark, he menacingly chuckled again before whispering in your ear one more time. “You’re all mine, you belong to no one else.”

He shoved two fingers through your lips, hooking his index and middle finger on the inside of your cheek as you coughed from the sudden invasion. He pulled back the side of your mouth, holding your jaw still with his thumb as he slapped your ass one more time. Your hot tongue pressed on the side of his cold fingers, huffing out a lament of pleasure.

Oikawa leaned back, letting your ass slap against his groin. You rocked your hips back and forth, swaying your lower body to match the rhythm of his thrusts. He filled you up so well; the girth of his dick reigned victorious compared to any of the men you’ve fucked before. You felt the large vein that ran over the front of his dick pulsate inside your pussy, sliding back and forth each time Oikawa pushed himself deeper into you.

The Tokyo skyline in the distance shined brighter than before as you were forced to look at it, both of Oikawa’s hands placed firmly against the sides of your head—two fingers looped on the side of your cheek while the other held your face still. He pushed your body down onto the back of the car, your breasts touching the cold metal of the trunk again.

“Hands behind your back, now.” Oikawa ordered, pushing your face down on the car.

Your body felt all kinds of contrasting temperatures—the feeling of fire ignited in your lower half while ice cold and freezing dominated the top. You did as you were told, quickly placing your hands behind your back. He released his grip on your head, the two fingers once inserted into your mouth now pulled out a trail of your saliva that dripped onto the white car paint. 

Instantly, he grabbed both of your wrists with his right hand—holding onto them tightly as they remained crossed on the crook of your back. While his left hand grabbed the back of your head again, your face pressed against the cold surface of the trunk. With your knee hiked up against the edge of the seat and your thigh pressed close to the side of your torso, Oikawa rammed back inside of you with a powerful thrust.

He shoved your head further against the piercing cold metal of your car, the right side of your cheek feeling absolutely frozen to the touch. His cock slid in and out of you faster and faster, the same pressure forming in your core once again. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling your body grind up against the trunk of your car.

“Tooru, fuck me harder,” you begged as tears formed in the corner of your eyes, rotating your head so the side of your forehead pressed up against the car. The hesitated moans that escaped through your lips condensed in the air, a puff of vapor determining how cold the temperature dropped. “Fuck me harder, don’t stop—”

Immediately interrupting you, Oikawa initiated the hardest slap ever possible to your ass—his palm red and swollen as the darkened mark on your cheek left your skin stinging, bruised to the touch. You let out a piercing scream that echoed throughout the parking lot accompanied by what noise remained of the powerful smack.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do—I’m in charge.”

Oikawa released his grip on your head and grabbed your waist again with both of his hands, bringing your body closer as he shoved his cock deeper, harder, and faster inside. You heard him let out a couple of groans while he slowly pumped his dick inside with force, sensually letting it slide in and out of you.

He grabbed the back of your head again, running his fingers through your scalp as he pulled you back. “Get on top and ride me.”

Releasing the grip on your hair, he shoved your head back down onto the surface of the car before slowly pulling out his dick. While pinching his eyebrows and inhaling through his teeth, Oikawa watched the entrance of your pussy hold onto the edges of his cock, your slick fully coating the entirety of his shaft. He let out a deep exhale while the tip popped out, bouncing a tad before the cold air touched the skin.

Oikawa grabbed the base of his cock, slowly pumping his hand up and down as he sat on the edge of the rear parcel behind the seats, dropping himself down into the passenger side. As he leaned back, the top of the seat resting underneath his shoulder blades stuck to his skin, feeling cold from the night air and sweaty from heat exertion.

He pumped his cock in his right hand while running his left through his hair; waiting for you to straddle his hips. Once you collected your breath, you pushed yourself up off the surface of the car and kneeled back down on the driver’s seat right next to Oikawa. He rested his free arm back on the edge of the seat before turning his head towards you, smirking ominously.

In an instant, he grabbed your face with his left hand, pinching your cheeks together as your lips parted slightly. He looked straight at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he darkly chuckled. “I said get on top and ride me. Now.”

He maneuvered his hand down to grasp the base of your throat, his fingers pinching against your veins while your pulse pumped against the tips of his pads. It almost felt instinctual to have his hand wrapped around your neck; your own personal necklace only to ever be put on during sex.

You placed your hands on the edge of the driver’s seat, digging your fingers into the fabric as you straddled Oikawa’s hips with your thighs. He looked up at you, his eyelids drooping down while giving you a mischievous smirk, the same shit-eating grin he always gave you when he had an ulterior motive.

He pulled your head down by your neck, smashing his lips onto yours once again. Kissing you roughly, he slapped the tip of his cock on your ass a few times, instructing you to lift up your hips. You obliged, raising your body up by your thighs. Just as he placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of your pussy, Oikawa released a guttural, low moan into your mouth while you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock.

“Mmm, oh fuck.” Oikawa whispered into your mouth, his body trembling as your pussy engulfed his dick.

You exhaled a breathy moan through your lips, closing your eyes as your ass touched his legs with his cock filling you up entirely again. You could almost feel it poking through your stomach—a large, full, satisfied feeling on the inside of your core. While you began to slowly move up and down, you grasped the back of Oikawa’s head, running your fingers through his cold, sweat-drenched hair.

He let go of the grip around your throat and placed both of his hands on your back, trailing down your body until he firmly grasped your ass into his hands. Guiding you to bounce up and down on him, you rocked your hips in a circle—feeling the tip of his dick graze against your cervix once more. Your body clung tightly to his, your chest pressing up against his head while he buried his face into your breasts.

Oikawa stuck out his tongue and licked against your collarbone, roughly sucking on your sweet and supple skin. You bounced up and down on his dick again, grinding your hips back and forth on his while feeling him move along with you. As you let out a prolonged and vocal moan, Oikawa grunted when he felt the tip of cock swirl around your cervix. He sucked harder on the base of your neck, breaking the capillaries underneath the surface of your skin—leaving a prominent, darkened mark.

“You’re so fucking big,” you moaned into the night, throwing your head back as you ran your left hand through Oikawa’s damp hair. You opened your eyes slowly, seeing the bright lights of the city skyline in the background. Rocking your hips back and forth, your ass slapped against Oikawa’s thighs as his cock slid in and out of your pussy with ease.

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut,” Oikawa mumbled against your skin, throwing his head back while looking up at you. He cinched his eyebrows and grabbed the back of your head, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Tell me, baby. What are you?”

“A dirty fucking slut,” you reiterated, your forehead touching his while your neck crouched down. Staring into his eyes, you felt the rush of blood to your brain, every inch of your mind wanting to scream more badly than ever before. His brown irises grew dark, noticing his pupils dilated to the fullest extent while he glared at you with a domineering expression.

“Whose dirty fucking slut?” Oikawa cocked his eyebrow, peering up into your eyes. You closed your eyelids, locking your fingers together against the back of his neck.

“Your dirty fucking slut,” you mumbled against his lips, your hot breath infiltrating what little space remained between your faces.

“And what’s my name?”

“Tooru—”

Oikawa brought his hand up and slapped you across the face, a firm punishment for saying the wrong answer. You felt a stinging sensation to your left cheek as your head whipped to the side, a shock to your body as you snapped out of a lustful trance.

“No it’s not. I’m not going to repeat myself again, what’s my fucking name?”

“Daddy,” you whispered, placing your cold palm against your cheek—the impact to your face warming up your fingers. Oikawa placed his hands onto your waist again, guiding you to grind your hips back and forth on his cock.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Oikawa slapped his right hand on your ass, gripping down on your skin as he asked the question. Your legs trembled beneath him, your body still bouncing up and down on his dick. “And whose dirty little fucking slut are you?”

“I’m daddy’s dirty little fucking slut,” you hissed through your teeth, taking in the humiliation and degradation Oikawa taunted you with. You swayed your hips in a faster motion, feeling his cock throb inside your pussy even harder.

Oikawa clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head slightly as he tsked. “Yeah you are, filthy bitch.”

Once more, Oikawa slapped your ass again before taking all of his hands off of your body. You placed your fingers on his chest, feeling up and down his skin as you traced your hands across his tattoos. The ink on his neck flexed, the head of the dragon gazing straight into your eyes.

Oikawa rested his left hand on the crook of your back, trailing his fingers down your skin before giving you a quick slap on your ass. He did the same with his right hand, placing it firmly on your waist, guiding you to grind harder on his dick. Your cheek rested against his, quietly moaning into his ear as his cock slid effortlessly inside of you over and over again.

An eyebrow cocked on his face, insinuating a mischievous and delinquent motive in his mind. Oikawa squeezed his left hand between your cheeks, pushing your face away from his. Two fingers invaded through your lips and down your throat, pressing against the back of your tongue while you gagged from the sudden forcefulness. A hack of your saliva spat on his two digits before he swirled them around your mouth and tongue, collecting more.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, a slight cough and a gasp for air escaping through your lips. In an instant, you gasped abruptly—feeling the aforementioned left two digits touch over your asshole, the pad of his middle finger tracing delicately in a circle over the spot. Oikawa’s left hand situated itself between your ass, slowly teasing the entrance of your tight hole.

You let out a quiet and restrained high pitched squeal the second you felt his middle finger push through your asshole—not one, but two joints deep into your body. Oikawa bucked his hips forward, slapping his thighs against the bottom of your ass, feeling his big cock pile drive deep into your core. 

“Fuck! Tooru...Tooru, please!” You winced from the stimulation of his dick railing inside your pussy and his fingers hooked into your ass, pumping them both in and out of your body simultaneously. His left thumb remained situated on your back, his nail digging deep into your skin as his middle finger continued to plunge further into your body.

You moaned again, an erotic scream erupting from the top of your throat. It echoed into the parking lot; the frequency of your wails projecting into amplified waves throughout the air. It was unintentionally your loudest moan of the night—one that made Oikawa take his right hand off the crook of your back and grab your face again, pinching both of your cheeks in between his thumb and index finger. 

“Shut up, bitch.” A somewhat firm yet gentle slap smacked across the left side of your face. He grabbed the back of your head again, bringing you in closer. “Do you want all of Tokyo to hear you get punished?”

His middle finger sunk deeper into your asshole, slowly pulling it out and plunging it back in while he bucked his hips forward again. His cock slid in and out of your pussy effortlessly, fully coated in your thick and viscous essence. You shut your eyelids and pressed your lips together, forcing yourself not to look him straight in the eyes. 

Your silent response spoke louder than words itself, letting Oikawa know exactly what to do next as you remained trembling underneath his touch.

“Oh, so you do want them to hear?” Oikawa grabbed the back of your head and pulled down on your hair, forcing you to look up at the night sky. Only darkness blurred your vision, small wisps of clouds and some stars could be seen up in the atmosphere. “Then scream my name. Scream my name to all of Tokyo so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

He buried his face into your neck, unhinging his jaw and biting straight into your skin—the pain from his teeth sinking into your shoulder causing you to scream out louder than before. You ran your fingers deeper through his scalp, gripping tightly onto his brown sweaty locks as you scratched the nails on your other hand down his back. Oikawa pressed his hot tongue onto your skin, licking upwards into his bite. 

“Tooru! Oh my fucking god—TOORU!” You screamed well into the night, the frequency of your screeches easily reaching the ability to shatter glass, almost louder than the bullet Oikawa had shot into the air. If anyone were in proximity of about five hundred meters around you two, they would have for sure heard your erotic wails of pleasure, begging for him to fuck you more. “Oh fuck! Oh Tooru, fuck, FUCK!”

His middle digit hooked into your asshole as he plunged deeper into your body, curling his fingertip downwards to hit against the inside of your pussy. He slid his right hand up and gripped onto your shoulder, holding your body steady as he bucked his hips upwards—ramming his cock further into you, throbbing immensely while you tightened your grip.

He sped up faster, his breath becoming faint and shallow as he grunted against your skin. While his head buried in the crook of your neck, Oikawa placed another bite right underneath your jaw—the vessels in your skin erupting, placing a visibly darkened mark on your throat while he continued to suck harder and harder.

Holding on tightly to the back of his head, you screamed his name in several intervals, followed by a ‘fuck!’, ‘shit!’, or ‘oh my god!’ in between each call. Oikawa lifted up his core from the seat, his sweaty skin almost sticking to the fabric. He lifted you up while turning around and slamming your body against the trunk of the MX-5, your back colliding with the ice cold surface of the car.

While remaining deep inside of you, Oikawa began to rock his hips deeper and deeper into your aching pussy. He took his hands entirely off your body to grab your hands off the back of his head, intertwining your fingers with his. Firmly setting down your fists on the surface of the car, he pushed his palms against yours—fully placing your arms up above your head, pinning you down so your body couldn’t move.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your feet crossed, and your toes curled as you pulled his body closer to yours. Oikawa’s necklace dangled in front of your face, the thin gold chain oscillating back and forth over your eyes. As your arms and hands remained restrained up above your head, your eyes followed the movements of the necklace, reaching up to bite it as it hovered just above your lips.

You pulled his head down closer to yours as you bit on the chain, savoring the taste of Oikawa’s salty sweat and the strong metal of the link. Your tongue pressed up against the back of your teeth, hissing a stream of air through any empty spaces in between. Peering up seductively into his sultry eyes, you let out a desperate moan—begging for Oikawa to fuck you harder, rougher, and faster.

It almost felt like your body was going to tap out, every ache in your muscles trembling beneath his aggressive thrusts. Oikawa thrashed violently inside of you, bucking his hips in an accelerated motion as the sweat on his back continued to drip down his skin. The tip of his cock kept smashing against your cervix, almost making it painful to bear any longer. 

Oikawa dropped his jaw, his eyes closing shut as he panted heavily above you, his arms shaking profusely trying to keep your hands above your head. The cold night air brushed against his skin, small wisps of heat exerting off his body. You could tell he was getting close, his hips rocking and swaying in a consistent motion.

You tightened your pussy around his cock, feeling every ridge of his veins pulsate inside of you. Lowering your eyelids and completely giving into submission, you let Oikawa defile every inch of your body—allowing him the permission to utterly wreck and ravish your soul. Under one single word, one single touch, and one single look, Oikawa had you wrapped around his finger like a frail sewing thread easily able to be cut loose.

He slid his cock out into an angle where the tip grazed against the top wall of your pussy, stopping right as he felt the rough and textured spot at the very front. Oikawa thrusted up violently, a small bump poking out from under your stomach. He pressed your hands down further onto the surface of the car, thrusting his hips upwards so his dick rammed repeatedly against your g-spot, helping you reach up to the peak of your climax.

It felt like your mind, body, and soul ascended up into the heaven you didn’t believe in. You arched your spine and threw your head back into the car, almost seeing the Tokyo skyline horizon upside down again. Screaming his name over and over again, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, feeling every nerve and sensation in your body explode.

“I’m going to fill you up so well,” Oikawa peered down at your body crumbling underneath him, the same shit-eating grin you knew too well plastered on his face. He muttered darkly, his voice descending deeper into the bass register. “Your pussy will be dripping with my cum.” 

“Yes, yes, yes! Come inside me, do it!” You shamelessly begged, releasing his gold chain from your lips. It swung back and forth again, following the movement of Oikawa’s body thrusting in and out of you. “Do it, I fucking dare you!”

Once again, the same concentrated pressure formed at the pit of your stomach—the sensation extending all throughout your body, reaching all the way to the tips of your fingers. The second the tip of his dick rammed into your g-spot again, poking out through your stomach; you let out a screeching cry, the burst of your core erupting and releasing the most profound, intense orgasm you had ever experienced.

You babbled out a staggered ungodly moan, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. Your body collapsed back down on the cold metal surface of the car, the pumps of blood coming from your heart filling the noise within your ears. You took a deep breath of air as Oikawa gripped onto your hands tightly, the tips of his fingernails sinking down into your knuckles.

“Fuck—!” Oikawa groaned through his lips, a prolonged exhale erupting from the back of his throat. Instantaneously, you felt his cock twitch as he pulled it out of you; a burst of semen shooting out onto your stomach. His cum felt hot against your cold skin before he plunged his dick back through your pussy, pumping the rest of his load inside of you.

He released almost all of his cum at the entrance of your cervix, lush and deep within your walls. Oikawa shivered, feeling the last and final load of his semen come right out through the tip of his cock. He pulled himself out of you, a mixture of his cum and your essence coated all over his dick.

Oikawa inhaled a large breath of air, feeling his heart beat right out of his chest while he loomed over your motionless figure––a completely fucked-out, lifeless expression on your face as you stared aimlessly up into the sky. He placed his knees down on top of the trunk, straddling your chest. Your half-open eyes shifted up his torso, admiring his toned physique and strong arms while your lips slightly parted to breathe out a soft exhale.

He grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head up off the edge of the car. Oikawa held the base of his dick with his right hand, slapping it straight on your left cheek. Without an expression on his face, he peered down at you, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“Give my dick a little ‘thank you’ kiss as a tribute for its services.”

He shoved his dick in between your lips, small droplets of his semen dripping into your mouth. You gently licked the tip, placing a sensual kiss on the head of his cock. It tasted slightly salty from the alkaline nature of semen, but overall mild and inoffensive. Oikawa pulled your head closer to his body, thrusting his dick down your throat one last time. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, he let out one last grunt up into the air.

“Fuck,” Oikawa exhaled, dropping down onto his hind legs as he hopped off the trunk, sliding his body back down onto the modified bench. He turned around, reaching his hand out to help you up from the back of the car. “You okay? That was the most you’ve taken from me so far.”

You laid there motionless, your hands intertwined on top of your stomach while you stared up at the night sky, still like a corpse. Breathing shallowly as your lips parted, you released a soft stream of hot air through your mouth; your eyes half open, vision filled with stars and circles. You couldn’t feel anything in your body—every muscle fiber sore to the touch, your pussy ached in pain and your head pounded like a drum.

It almost looked like you were dead; absolutely defiled down to the bone as you laid there “lifeless” on the back of your trunk. You couldn’t respond, much less speak back to Oikawa as he took another look at you and chuckled.

“I fucked you stupid, didn’t I?”

You shifted your pupils to the right, staring at the arrogant smirk plastered on his face. If you could move your arm, you would have slapped him directly across the face. You took a large inhale of the cold night air, your chest rising up to indicate that you were tired. Oikawa grabbed both of your hands and lifted you up, your body instantly collapsing as he tried his best to catch you from falling back onto the surface of the car.

“Woah,” he placed his left hand directly on your back as you flopped over, your entire body aching just from breathing.

Oikawa looked back at the front of the exposed convertible, realizing he left the ignition on the entire time, letting the car run idle for over an hour. “Ah fuck. I’ll make sure to refill the gas tank after we leave the parking lot.”

You pinched your eyebrows together and mustered up all the energy you had left in your body to slap him in the arm, indirectly expressing your annoyance. He laughed, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Do you want me to buy you some food? We can go to Haiba Ramen if you want, invite Leia and DK while we’re at it.” Oikawa proposed, genuinely smiling down at you.

Although your face had no expression, you looked back at him and thought of how complex his sexual behavior was, wondering how he could switch up his mood so quickly. One minute he was committing an act of heresy by declaring that he was God himself—now romantically proposing to buy you a bowl of ramen as an aftercare gift.

“I’ll go call her.” Your voice croaked as you lifted your body up, pressing your hand on his chest. Oikawa wrapped his arms around your body, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck.

“I love you so much.”

He kissed over the love bite he placed on your neck earlier, his lips brushing against the bruised skin. Pulling you in for a tighter hug, you caressed the sakura tattoo on his left arm, tracing your fingernail up the back of his hand. He let go of your body and leaned over the driver’s seat, grabbing two water bottles from the side of the car. Before handing you one, Oikawa immediately opened his and placed the spout in between his lips.

You grabbed the water bottle he offered and unscrewed the cap, swallowing the refreshing liquid. The sensation of the ice cold temperature sliding down your throat relaxed your body a bit while also replenishing your energy. Oikawa did the same; insanely gulping down every last bit of the water until the bottle ran empty.

You slid your body off the trunk of the car and plopped yourself down on the bench, reaching over the middle console to grab your phone. While quickly dialing Leia’s number, the machine rang three times before you heard her pick up—the sound of a busy atmosphere in the background echoing through the speaker.

“Hello?” She yelled into the phone over the noise, calling your name.

“Hey Leia! Do you want to meet Tooru and I at Haiba Ramen?” You covered over your ear, raising your voice slightly for her to hear. No matter how tired you felt, there was always a little bit of energy left inside of you to converse with your best friend. “You can bring Tetsurou too, we can have another double date.”

“Bitch! One step ahead of ya, we’re both already here! Every Friday night!” Leia chuckled into the phone, hearing the sound of Lev setting down a plate of chicken wings in front of her.

“Oh shit, we’ll meet you there then!” You smiled as you watched Oikawa put on his boxer briefs and jeans, pulling up the zipper and buckling his belt. “Oh! Guess what? Tooru got me a fucking car!”

“Oh fuck bitch, no way! What kind?!” Leia cheered through the phone, stuffing her face with Lev’s infamous Japanese chicken wings.

“A white Mazda MX-5, can you believe it?” You placed your phone down on the dashboard, pressing the speakerphone button as Oikawa closed the vinyl rooftop, securing it back into the front windshield. He gave you a proud smile before sliding into the driver’s seat, pressing down on the clutch with his body still shirtless.

“Bro, holy shit, that’s like… the sister car to mine!” Leia let out a gasp, directly laughing along with you right after. You placed your bra back over your head, slipping it across your chest while adjusting the band. “Welcome to the convertible gang! We can be bad bitches together!”

“He also taught me how to drift, we should race each other sometime so I can get some more practice!” You proposed, pulling your shirt over your head as you slipped back on your shoes.

“I’d fucking love to do that, but I can’t. I’m pregnant.”

You immediately stopped buttoning up your pants before glancing back at Oikawa. He looked down at your phone with a cocked eyebrow, a shocked and confused expression on his face. You immediately grabbed your phone off the dashboard and held it close to your ear, knowing your intuition never failed you.

“Hold up, wha—?”

“Yeah, I’m a couple weeks pregnant with Tetsurou’s baby.”

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[chishigure]

#19! (diary meme)

DEAR DIARY

19. entry made featuring pain.

@kowaindar0u

It's been so many decades since the Boshin war and the water of life came to an end. After so many losses and victories from those endless battles, I've become married man with two wonderful sons, and I also became a police officer with Hajime-kun. It's a shame that Kondou-san couldn't be there for my wedding, physically. His life... He didn't deserve to die. If anybody were to die, it should have been me. After all, I was practically already a walking corpse when I had fallen ill from that famous disease that was going around and I had been cursed with it. Eversince my boys have grown, the disease that nearly turned me into a walking corpse me has come back to curse me again. I thought I was cured from it because I haven't shown or had any symptoms of it. I haven't felt sick in so long and neither have I been coughing up blood, feeling weak and all that. But now I'm weak again. I'm getting sick and coughing up blood again. I've become more fatigued than usual. Chizuru-chan would ask me how I've been when I come back from my duties, and I've only told her that my duties as a police officer have been tiring and all I want is to be with her and our children. That's not wrong, but the real answer is that I'm only growing weaker each day because I've become ill with tuberculosis again. That's why I've been awfully fatigued lately. How long ago did I get my diagnosis? How long have I been sick for and went on without treatment? I hate to say it, but about a month ago I visited Doctor Matsumoto without telling anybody what was going on with me. I told him how I've been feeling and what symptoms I've been having, and according to him I've got tuberculosis again. I'm not sure how and he's not even sure how either. Maybe I'm just cursed. I can't show how weak I've become. Not to my family. No one. I have to stay strong for them all. If I die so soon, that would hurt my family gravely. There has to be a cure for this disease. If I had been cured before then I can be cured again, right? I can't live on like this anymore. Chizuru-chan, Yasusada-chan, and Kashuu-chan need me. No one needs me more than they do. I have to stay strong. I can't let them see me getting weaker and weaker.

Though he had much more to write, this is where Souji's entry ends. Whatever else he was trying to write had become illegible and now covered in a bit of the blood he coughed up.

From afar he could hear Yasusada's cheerful voice. Souji tried so hard to keep his own act up that nothing was wrong with him. However his vision was slowly becoming blurred. Despite his vision becoming blurred, Souji quickly but also struggled to close his diary and hide it under his futon.

As soon as he had gotten lucky enough to even be able to hide his diary, his vision had darkened and he fell at the top of his futon.

[sukisukisu]

Stuck in the jet wash

Bad trip I couldn't get off

And maybe I bit off more than I could chew

And overhead of the aqua blue

(The kids aren't alright- Fall Out Boys)

---

If I want to touch him, Iwaizumi thought, so be it, just touch him.

"You still haven't gotten over the habit of buying a bunch of ready-to-eat food for the whole week, have you? Cooking one proper meal will kill you or something ?" he asked, his voice monotonous through the speaker, a very Iwaizumi Hajime kind of tone. He always tried to be polite to everyone, but at the same time, Iwaizumi knew he didn't want to.

(It's a relief to think about the fact that, Oikawa was the only one who knew all this about him)

"Yes, sorry for always being a clumsy person, sorry for always being wrong, Mr.Iwaizumi" Oikawa sighed. Iwaizumi was in his dorm in Irvine, and it was dark now, the sounds of the city rushing in to fill up the empty room. Oikawa, on the other end of the line, was far away in Buenos Aires. Suddenly Iwaizumi realized how much he missed hearing this teasing tone so close to his ear.

"But you know, Iwa-chan. Time is treasure, and money. I want to focus all my time on volleyball. If not, why could I still standing here?" Oikawa exhaled. Iwaizumi didn't say anything approving, but he let out a small, complacent hum.

"Well, I guess you're not wrong" Iwaizumi sighed, more helpless than in surrender. He wondered where Oikawa was. He didn't hear any other sounds around him, maybe Oikawa was at home. "But I mean, you need to balance your life too, Oikawa. I don't want to go to your funeral yet"

"It's okay, it's okay. Everything's fine, Iwa-chan" Oikawa boasted "Recently, I've improved my reaction speed to the ball from one second two to one second. Sooner or later I'll get to play oversea"

"You talk like a clock or something . It's awful" Iwaizumi said bluntly, and Oikawa let out a disgruntled cry. Iwaizumi could never understand it, but Oikawa once said that he liked the calculation, because he wanted everything to be perfect, and loved the feeling of the ball reaching the palm of his teammate in the right amount of time. He liked it, when everything was in order, his lips parted, counting the passing moments. One, two. A pass is two seconds. The jumping block is three seconds. Fast pass is one second five. "I remember when I was in high school I was influenced by you too. I kept counting one, two before I jumped. Not so much now, though"

"You can use that habit for many things Iwa-chan, in normal life, for example" Oikawa hummed. "Like the three-second, and five-second rule. Do you measure anything else like that?"

(If I want to touch him, Iwaizumi thought, so be it, just reach out)

(It's only three seconds)

"No, nothing," he lied. Oikawa fell silent, an invisible nod that both of them understood. Oikawa then tried to convince him of his habit of shopping for ready-to-eat food, the health benefits of a box of dried sardines, and told him to buy presents for their parents, the next time they would return to Miyagi.

(Not just three seconds anymore, Iwaizumi thought. It's thirteen hours now, do you have to be so far away from me?)

---

Fall to your knees bring on the rapture

Blessed be the boys time can't capture

On film or between the sheets

I always fall from your window

To the pitch black streets

---

They were sitting together in class, their desks by the windows, and when the glass is pulled aside they'll be able to have their own cherry blossom branch. The branch seemed to have grown in a different trajectory than the others, hanging down from the window of their third-floor classroom instead of floating in the pale blue sky like others. This was Oikawa's favorite lunch spot, Iwaizumi remembered. Though to him it was nothing more than a nuisance, as cherry blossoms always covered his lunch box.

"Not again!" Iwaizumi let out a disgruntled groan, clutching his head as a peach petal fell straight into his bowl of soup. It was springtime, and his mother had prepared a squash soup for him, which she said was perfect for this weather. Anyway, he couldn't eat it anymore now. "I'm so sick of this place"

"Sometimes we should just enjoy those small moments in life, Iwa-chan" said Oikawa intelligently—something Iwaizumi detested. "You'll miss this all later, when we're not here anymore"

Oikawa's statement made them both fall silent for a second, even though Iwaizumi knew it was just a frivolous but factual remark. They both knew what was coming, though both avoided it like a giant elephant in the room. They were in their final year, the college entrance exam is approaching, and then they would have to find their own way. Though it sounded shallow, Iwaizumi hated thinking about those things, about what school he's going to, where he's moving to, the things he often called "adult worries". He wanted his life to be just like it was then- only him and Oikawa, the volleyball team, school, dinner, and the desire to become stronger. Thinking that all of this would eventually end made him feel both frustrated and heartbroken, like a child who lost his favorite toy he was holding in his hand.

"Have you thought about where to go?" It was Oikawa who asked, ending the silence that hung between them. He knew Iwaizumi didn't want to stay in Japan- he said that Tokyo was too complicated to live in, and he didn't really want to continue his career as a volleyball player. As usual, Oikawa always knew what Iwaizumi was thinking. He wasn't sure why either.

"For the time being, I'm considering between California and Brazil, or Korea. They have a very good university program, and the scholarship amounts are also very high" Iwaizumi said. Oikawa replied with the sound of bread crumbling in his mouth. What is he, six years old? "But anyway, I want to choose the closest place to Japan. I also have to calculate how long it is from the airport to where I will live and which country is the easiest to issue a Visa"

"I mean, you can just go where you want. There's no need to think so much. If you want to go---- then just go" Oikawa explained calmly. A hand tapped on his chin, and Iwaizumi's eyes widened, as if surprised, before that expression slipped from his face. Looking calm, Iwaizumi shrugged.

"And what can guarantee that, there will be no risks if I just go where I want to go, without any consideration?"

Oikawa smiled. Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes, he didn't understand, couldn't understand. The midday sun shone on Oikawa's face, a glimmer of light, winding through the air.

"Because no matter where Iwa-chan is, I'll be there to find you whenever you need me"

---

Surviving in California wasn't easy for Iwaizumi, even though he never wanted to admit it. After being encouraged by Oikawa that year, Iwaizumi decided to go to Irvine, and signed up for a small volleyball team while waiting for the results of his college entrance exams. At that time, everything was still easy. He lived in a small apartment, the window overlooking the street, watching the flow of people. His apartment was a five-minute bus ride and a ten-minute walk from the gym. Everyone was friendly to him, every Friday they would go to party at the restaurant just down the street. California was so similar but also so different from Japan, especially when you place Irvine next to the Miyagi. The night in Irvine was always alive, in a sense that wasn't very pleasant to him. How can one sleep in a city like this?

"You can never actually separate the night and day here" another Japanese guy on the team told Iwaizumi. Apparently his name is Takehito. "It's not easy to live here, Iwaizumi" Takehito said while packing things from his closet into his personal bag. He applied for leave to return home. "I'll just go back to Japan. My parents said it's okay, and everything will be fine. I'll give it a try there" then he gave Iwaizumi a rare smile "But one day, I hope I will see you on TV"

Iwaizumi found himself different from that moment, from the day Takehito returned home, until he received an invitation from Birtwistle University, for a scholarship to the athletic training department. But studying was no way easy, and Iwaizumi had to move from his tiny apartment with beautiful windows into the school dormitory in the city center. His classmates were not very friendly. They were taller, and harder to approach. They didn't try to talk to him. It took him twenty minutes to walk from the dormitory to the nearest restaurant. Weekends were no longer a concept to Iwaizumi, as he spent almost all of his time at the library, and the chatty calls between him and Oikawa dwindle before disappearing altogether. Currently, they only call when there was a need.

Suddenly, Iwaizumi realized how great the distance between them had became. He could no longer reach out and touch him, one, two, three, and his hand reached Oikawa, and Oikawa turned to smile at him, like a strip of spring sunshine. No, that had gone too far, and Oikawa was on the other side of the continent. There was no way Iwaizumi could reach out to touch him anymore. Not just three seconds. No more feeling the warmth of his flesh, like one reaching out to touch the sun. Just a palm filled with air.

"Iwaizumi-san" someone called out, causing him to flinch. Iwaizumi looked up, it was Ushijima. He looked even taller than when he was in high school, even though he was already something different from them then. He almost forgot they were at the park chatting after meeting Ushijima's father, not having time to regain his composure until the other handed him a can of Pocari sweat.

"You got heatstroke? Your face looks a bit tense" said Ushijima, very casually. Iwaizumi never thought he was that kind of caring person. "If you want, we can go home"

"I'm fine, thank you" Iwaizumi nodded politely and popped the lid of the can. Its sticky taste was so familiar, it made him smile a little. "In high school we used to drink this like it was water, so nostalgic"

"You're not wrong" replied Ushijima. It seemed that what Iwaizumi said also made him think a bit. "Miyagi sure is amazing"

Iwaizumi was silent, because the other was right. There was something about Miyagi that always held him back, even though he was an ocean, and twenty-two hours away. Relaxed days, without thinking about the worries of adults, a volleyball on his shoulder. Peach blossoms outside the window of their classroom in Aoba Johsai. His training shoes were lying next to Oikawa's, and they were sprawled on the floor, drenched in sweat. Oikawa reached out his hand to touch the sunlight as if it were something, and his face was disappointed as if he wanted to hold it tightly in his hand. Iwaizumi didn't know why he remembered that scene now. Oikawa's hand clenched, sunspots dancing across his face.

Iwaizumi realized he could never forget that face.

"Do you want to go back to Miyagi, Iwaizumi-san?"

---

I'm not passive but aggressive

Take note, it's not impressive

Empty your sadness

Like you're dumping your purse on my bedroom floor

We put your curse in reverse

---

They were sitting side by side in the shade of Kitagawa Daiichi High School's gym, and Iwaizumi remembered that at the time, Oikawa was crying. His face was flushed red, buried in the collar of his blue-white jacket with their middle school logo on it, his eyes puffy, tears streaking down his cheeks. Iwaizumi sighed, pulling out a handkerchief. He was already too used to this.

"Listen, everything's fine. We'll do better next year" Iwaizumi said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, thrusting the towel into Oikawa's hand. With the stubborn expression still on, Oikawa blew his nose. "Shiratorizawa is strong, but they're just a team like us. Just practice and we can beat them. So stop crying, okay?"

"I can't accept it...." Oikawa sobbed, his face buried in the handkerchief  "Unacceptable....we practice until it's dark....every day.... only to lose..." He pouted "It's not fair"

"I know, I know" Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. He, honestly, didn't feel as miserable as Oikawa was feeling right now. I mean, last year they lost to Shiratorizawa too. The year before... and the year before that, as well. It was humiliating to think about, however, Iwaizumi didn't think he had the need to show it out like Oikawa, so he kept quiet. But Oikawa seemed to have something else in mind, so Iwaizumi saw him look up, his eyes shining like stars.

"Listen, Iwa-chan. Do you know what the summer solstice is?" Oikawa said. Seeing him shake his head, Oikawa let out a sigh.

"The summer solstice is the beginning of summer in the northern hemisphere. Which means it's the only day of the year where the day is longer than the night. It's the longest day of the summer" he explained, scrutinizing Iwaizumi's face. Eyes shining, it was hard to believe that Oikawa was in the ninth grade, the province's best second passer, and the captain of the Kitagawa Daiichi volleyball team. He looked just like a kid.

"That means, on this day we have more time to play volleyball, the longest day we can practice together in a year. So from now on, we will play volleyball a lot on that day, and then we'll get better. And then, we'll defeat Shiratorizawa, okay?"

(At that time, his way of thinking was only enough to deceive children. However, Iwaizumi still wanted to listen to him. He still wanted to believe)

"That's a good idea, Oikawa" Iwaizumi exhaled, grinning. Oikawa nodded.

"Then promise me, that we'll spend the summer solstice every year together. And we'll get stronger. We'll be the strongest pair in Japan!"

Oikawa held out his hand, and Iwaizumi waved it at him, a habit of theirs.

"I promise"

---

And it's our time now if you want it to be

Maul the world like a carnival bear set free

And your love is anemic and I can't believe

That you couldn't see it coming from me

---

"I can't make it this year" one day when Oikawa called him, Iwaizumi lied.

He didn't have to turn on the video mode to picture Oikawa's face right now. He must have been frozen in front of the phone, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows furrowed stubbornly—the kind of Oikawa Tooru expression he used to make when he didn't get what he wanted. Then Iwaizumi would have to coax him with some reason that would be able convince Oikawa, hopefully, so that he would just let it go and forget about it. He was so used to this scenario.

"I have a particularly important test. You know, I'm in my fourth year, my final year. I can't miss any chance to graduate" he lied again, the words overlapping, he knew it was all a pathetic counter-measure. "That's why I'm not going back to Miyagi. But Ushiwaka will go, I guess"

"I don't care about Ushiwaka at all, are you crazy out of your mind??!" Oikawa hissed from the other end of the line in displeasure. His voice was shrill, filled with anger, and Iwaizumi understood why. "We already didn't come back last year, Iwa-chan. And the year before as well"

"What's the point of coming back there?" Iwaizumi sighed "We've been gone for four years anyway"

"Well, we should go back to watch this year's Seijou match against Shiratorizawa. Go back and have a beer with Mattsun and Makki. Go back, and have a surprise party to congratulate Yahaba on his promotion. Let's go home, back to our old practice room in Aoba Johsai, Iwa-chan" Oikawa explained. Iwaizumi admitted that all of the reasons Oikawa listed were valid, but he couldn't let himself give in.

"I'm so sorry, but I can't miss the exam this time He sighed. Somehow, Iwaizumi had a feeling that Oikawa didn't believe him. He always knew when he was lying, but despite that, Iwaizumi was still here. He really didn't want to see Oikawa. At least, not right now.

"I see" Oikawa hummed, then sank into a thoughtful, silent silence "It's just...."

"It's just that I feel like you're so far away from me, Iwa-chan"

Consciousness slammed into Iwaizumi like a bullet train, and he felt his hand freeze for a moment. No matter how much they both avoided it, despite the fact that they already knew it was true, Iwaizumi- like Oikawa- never wanted to admit, that their relationship wasn't what it used to be. They were different. They were adults, with adult worries, and Iwaizumi had forgotten how close Oikawa felt to him, as well as the love he had never expressed. He didn't want to say it, nor did he intend to say it. He just wanted to keep Oikawa there, close enough for Iwaizumi to see him, but far enough for Iwaizumi not to touch, to not need to touch him.

It was him who pushed Oikawa away, but as a natural reaction, he wished Oikawa would come closer to him, once again placing his hand on his forehead, laughing into his throat. As a natural reaction, he avoided Oikawa, but he was the one who craved him, more than anyone.

How ironic.

"Stop saying things like that"

"What?"

Iwaizumi was silent. His lips pursed.

"I don't want to hear you talk about such things anymore" Iwaizumi repeated. "Our relationship--- it's fine. We're grown-ups, Oikawa. We're not two eighteen years old anymore. We don't have to stick together all the time. So-- you don't have to, think about me so much. Just let--- let things be. I'm just one of them people in your life"

Deep down inside, Iwaizumi knew Oikawa wasn't wrong. He knew it all- about the short, awkward conversations, about the calls that dwindled and stopped altogether. Suddenly, Iwaizumi wondered how his old self would feel. If he went back in time, and told eighteen-year-old Iwaizumi that he didn't want to be Oikawa's best friend anymore, he would probably punch him in the mouth and call him an idiot. That's what Iwaizumi was, he was an idiot. He knew his eighteenth self would reach out to touch Oikawa and hold him tightly in his arms with all his might, but now, he wouldn't allow himself to do that anymore, wouldn't give himself the right to that anymore.

Oikawa didn't say anything. He hung up, and Iwaizumi couldn't reach him until a week later.

---

And sometimes I just wanna sit around and

Gaze at my shoes

And let your dirty sadness fill me up

Just like a balloon

---

They were sitting next to each other on Aoba Johsai's gym floor, it was the summer solstice of their senior year in high school. The two had been practicing all day, just like the promise they had made to each other, so Iwaizumi thought his poor back was falling to pieces as he collapsed onto the wooden floor. Oikawa was sitting up straight, thinking about something. He was always thinking about something, it was weird. Iwaizumi reached out, his fingertips touching Oikawa's shirt, the white and blue plaid uniform shirt worn over the years. At that time, Oikawa was still very close.

"What's wrong, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa asked with wide eyes. Outside the door, dusk was slowly falling, signaling the end of the longest day of summer, and also the beginning of summer.

Iwaizumi felt his mind relax at that thought.

"Nothing" he grinned, exhaling. He didn't even know why he was so happy. "Suddenly I feel happy because summer is coming"

"You've always liked summer, haven't you, like a child" Oikawa made an innocuous remark. Iwaizumi glanced at him, and Oikawa seemed to falter. "Okay, me too, fine, I'm sorry" the brunette exhaled, surrendering.

"But this summer is the last summer I'll be able to practice with Iwa-chan. It's sad to think about, to be honest"

Ever since they were two kids, Iwaizumi and Oikawa have always loved summer. Iwaizumi was born in June, a month before Oikawa, so his mother made a joke that they were the children of summer. Iwaizumi remembered that they were both very proud of that, a childish pride. But for him and Oikawa, summer is the season of freedom, no school, no homework, the sun is always overhead and a big field with a ball for them to play freely. Summer is the season to rest and do what they want, the blue on the back of Oikawa's shirt when he jumps for a serve, the sticky taste of Pocari sweat dripping down their throat, Oikawa's hand holding his, sweaty, but never letting go. It is often said that high school is the spring of life, although Iwaizumi still stubbornly believed that it should be summer.

"That's not wrong" Iwaizumi exhaled. "We trained really hard today, anyway. Even though I don't think we'll ever face Ushiwaka again" he pretended to stick his tongue out, shaking his head. At the thought of that name, Iwaizumi was bored to the core. They had haunted each other for years now, it was finally time to let go.

"Actually... that's why we don't need to practice today. But for some reason I still wanted to call you over"

"You're too cheesy" Iwaizumi laughed. The setting sun poured into the gym, licking his shins.

Oikawa did not answer. Iwaizumi jerked his head up when he didn't hear him reply, with a laugh, or perhaps an exclamation, as his talkative nature often did. But nothing came. Oikawa said nothing, and when Iwaizumi tilted his head to look at him, he saw that Oikawa's face was red.

(Don't say anything, he thought. Please don't)

"Perhaps because...." Oikawa hesitated. But then he squeezed his hand, his eyes wavering.

(With each summer, you'll get further and further away from me, thought Iwaizumi. So don't say anything. You know that's better for both of us)

"Perhaps because today is the longest day of the year, that I can be with Iwa-chan" continued Oikawa. His eyes filled with tears, like that day when he cried after the loss, and Iwaizumi comforted him, the day they made that promise. A promise for the summer solstice, a handshake at dusk, a handkerchief, a smile. Iwaizumi remembered those things as clearly as if it were yesterday.

"One day in a year may sound like a big deal, but compared to our whole life, it's merely a second" Oikawa laughed. "So if it's just for a second, can you stay with me?"

---

On the summer solstice of 2023, Iwaizumi did not go to class.

The previous call between him and Oikawa kept Iwaizumi miserable for a week, as he deserved. He tried calling him many times but couldn't, all his messages went straight to voicemail. No calls from Matsukawa and Hanamaki- maybe Oikawa didn't tell them. He spent his days buried in blankets and survived on fast food and water. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound he could hear these days. Looked like his utility bill will increase. Iwaizumi couldn't care less. He deserved it.

The clock showed nine o'clock in the morning. Iwaizumi turned on his phone, realizing that today was the summer solstice, he had almost forgotten about it. June twenty-two, the text on his screen appeared. He sighed heavily, and was actually about to go back to his sleep, until someone knocked on his door.

"The utility bill isn't due today" Iwaizumi called out, his voice slurred, tired. Damn, he hated this dorm.

There was silence on the other side of the door. And then, Iwaizumi's eyes widened.

"If you don't open this door, Iwa-chan" the voice said, "I swear, quite seriously, that I'll kill you"

And in the end

I'd do it all again

I think you're my best friend

Don't you know that the kids aren't al, kids aren't alright?

It was like a shock, and suddenly, all the sounds in the world seemed to have returned to him, crashing into Iwaizumi's room like a giant storm. The sound of the city, the music outside the window, his TV crackling, his heart pounding. Iwa-chan. Its tone was painfully familiar, nostalgia exploding and rattling in his chest like a chemical reaction. Iwaizumi mumbled, getting out of the blankets and crawling up, heading for the door. His hand was cold when he placed it on the doorknob, and for a minute he wondered what it would be like if he hadn't opened it. But he knew this time, he had to do the right thing after all the mistakes, so---

(Three seconds, only three seconds)

Oikawa's arms wrapping around him, and the scent of shampoo in his hair smelled like cherry blossoms, his body warm, his shoulders lightly shook as they collided. Oikawa was like a hurricane hitting right in his little room, and it really scared the hell out of Iwaizumi with what all this could do, but at the same time he thought he'd never been so happy. Turned out that's all it took. It only took three seconds to reach him, three seconds for his mouth to open and call "Oikawa!", three seconds to dial the phone, thirteen hours to get to Buenos Aires. That's all, but he didn't do it, never had the courage to do it. Perhaps he was never as brave as he thought.

(If I want to touch him, then I would just reach out my hand like I'm touching the sun, reach out for three seconds)

"Iwa-chan" Oikawa, just like his memories of that year, bursted into tears on his shoulder. His hair was shorter, and he was taller too, sturdier, tanned and certainly more handsome than the last time they'd seen each other three years ago. But in his eyes Oikawa would always be just Oikawa, he was Kitagawa Daiichi's Oikawa with the blue uniform, Aoba Johsai's Oikawa with the jade teal flag on his back and the crown on his head, the Oikawa who had always reached out to him.

I'll be yours

When it rains it pours

Stay thirsty like before

Don't you know that the kids aren't al, kids aren't alright?

"Iwa-chan, I've been thinking a lot about what you said. About us becoming adults, about how we don't need to stick together all the time. I asked my mom about it and she said you'r enot wrong" Oikawa said. Iwaizumi brushed the wet hair from his cheeks. "But, I still don't want to accept it. I thought about it, and I realized that one day a year isn't enough. So, can't you stay with me for the rest of our life?" He sobbed "You said that you're just another person in my life, but I don't think so, I don't allow, will never allow you to say that. Iwa-chan to me, is the most important person, the bearer of the warmth that is warmer than anyone, the one who holds me tighter than anyone, so you can't say that, you can't ever say that, understood?"

With just those questions, Iwaizumi allowed himself to pull Oikawa closer. This time, he allowed himself to hold him in his arms, the gap he had tried to fill but never dared to. This time, he allowed himself to smile. Suddenly he remembered that last summer solstice of high school when he and Oikawa were sitting next to each other in the gym, and neither of them wanted to go home. They ended up sleeping there too, only to be scolded by their parents the next day. So childish.

"I promise," he said, his voice echoing from the past. "But, I also want you to know that I love you. And that's why I've been avoiding this since forever. So if anything happens, it's your fault" Iwaizumi said nonchalantly, though his face was red, deliberately ignoring the fact that he had just confessed his love so blatantly.

"Fine, Iwa-chan" Oikawa laughed. And then Iwaizumi suddenly felt so relieved, to be able to hold the summer of his life.

---

(Iwaizumi realized that "I love you" only takes three seconds to say.)

[tobiasdrake]

Like. In the spirit of Nagito being on the ball, he brings up the victim's death in a really creative way in order to close out an obvious assumption.

"Ibuki committed suicide" is a tangent that Nagito goes down in his typical Nagito fashion. The others point out that he's being stupid because. Like.

Akane: Are you seriously suggesting that Ibuki killed herself, then killed Hiyoko, and then messed with the crime scene!? Nagito: Oh, not at all! I'm suggesting that Ibuki killed Hiyoko, then killed herself, and then messed with the crime scene!

Like. The point he's making goes over their heads. He's being wrong on purpose again. Nobody quite manages to catch up to what he's trying to bring them to with this one.

But I gotcha, Nagito. The problem he's honing in on is the interaction between the Blackened rules and the means of murder. He clarifies this right at the start with Monokuma, when he asks if Ibuki killing herself would make her the Blackened.

It's the same issue as Peko's "My master Fuyuhiko is the true Blackened" nonsense. Except instead of the killer being fucking stupid and failing to clarify the rules with Monokuma, the killer did everything right, and the rest of the group is struggling to catch up. (Except Nagito, who's clearly picked up on it.)

The person who delivers the killing blow is the Blackened. Always. No exceptions.

We're made to believe that Ibuki, through her Despair Disease making her compliant, was simply instructed to climb a stepladder and hang herself. But that can't be true. That is the one way she cannot have died. Because then she would be the Blackened, and not the aspiring hopeful looking to escape this island.

They haven't been very well established in 2 yet which is why Nagito has to clarify with Monokuma. But that's how the accomplice rules work. Even if someone told her to do it, if Ibuki killed Ibuki then Ibuki is the Blackened. Period.

And since Ibuki isn't the Blackened, then something else must necessarily be going on here.

That is the point Nagito was trying to make with his whole "Ahh, Ibuki committed suicide!" tangent. He was trying to provoke a realization of, "Oh shit, Ibuki can't have hung herself at all! The video Hajime saw was fake!" He manages to get them there later by playing dumb about the blood on her soles, but this first attempt sails right over their heads.

It's okay, buddy. I see where you were trying to go with this.