#tetsuyuri is on my brain A LOT after ive seen the movie but this story juts wouldnt come out of my fingers

[konohamaru-sensei]

Nisi I really cannot decide, I will leave this to you but tetsuro x sayuri with either

"I'm chemically drawn closer to you"

Or

"I need you so much closer" (maybe they are ...very similar I'm sorry for that) <3 xoxo

FINALLY FINISHED THIS OH MY GOD. Its not very good. But ... you know!

This is an OC story about Ku/roo please do not read if you hate ocs. Thanks!

A gruesome two weeks of meetings, conferences, interviews, discussions and more meetings. Tetsuro felt drained after all the back and forth his new job entailed. He had barely started working at the National Volleyball Association and he was already expected to do everything. He did them all, of course, because he was good at what he did, but man did they drain him.

That he had had the time to go home and sleep was a miracle, though he really felt like he spent more time in and out of commuter trains than actually in his apartment. Living off cup ramen and 7/11 food for a while might have been fun when he was a student, but he expected to have it better once the full time jobs rolled around, and so far it really wasn’t. He couldn’t even bear to think of how bad the situation would be once the olympics rolled around.

He could have lived with this lifestyle though. It bothered him a little, the back and forth, the stress, the lack of sleep, but it would have been alright to him, if it didn’t also mean that he was entirely unable to see his girlfriend. Texting yes, even the occasional phone call was possible, but he was too busy to even stop by her apartment and she had her own work as well. In the last month they had barely met one another face to face and he was slated to go on a trip abroad soon as well.

Meanwhile Sayuri was also working on the beginnings of her own career. She’d snagged a job at a little sports magazine and covered the football section specifically to women’s leagues and while her goal was to eventually be a reporter for football regardless of player gender, it was at least a start. With how much she was on the phone, her laptop and managing her planner, Tetsuro barely fit in himself. 

Recently, when they had talked to each other, her reply to his question about when they could call next had been a shocking “I’d have to check my planner.” His mouth ran dry. They were leading a relationship on schedule now. 

And while he liked his job and would never try to take Sayuri’s career away from her, he missed hanging out and their time apart made him moody. He dared not tell her, because he didn’t want to show himself as clingy as he really was. But something needed to change, because at this rate they’d just drift apart.

I was working a press conference with the coach of the volleyball national team, the day the last straw broke. It had been two weeks since he’d so much as seen Sayuri and almost equally as long since they had spoken on the phone. Every encounter was subsequently cancelled and pushed to another day with an apologetic “Let's reschedule”. Tetsuroo was also guilty of this.

He’d come early, being on the front lines of preparations as any young employee ought to be. Slaving away to keep his seniors happy he only noticed that he had a phone message an hour later. His stomach turned when he pulled the phone from his pocket. “I have to go for an interview tomorrow,” Sayuri wrote apologetically. “I can’t stay over.” She didn’t even ask to reschedule which showed him how badly she felt.

What was he supposed to say? That she shouldn’t go? That he’d looked forward to seeing her tomorrow as much, he’d even made efforts to wash his sheets and towels? It would be selfish to say that. So he gritted his teeth and texted back: “Understood.” It was a little dry and he knew it wasn’t the nicest way to reply, but right now he was annoyed anyway.

Tetsuro decided that he would concentrate on work. If his relationship was going to go down the drain at least he’d have a job he liked. Not that he wanted to think about that right now, because really the last thing he wanted was to give Sayuri up. He was getting frustrated with losing points, but that didn’t mean the match was over.

Apart from a moment in which literally one of the lightbulbs in the stage lighting broke, the press conference went down without any major issues. The national team was preparing for a row of friendly matches ahead of the Asian Games and there was a lot to discuss about the starting lineup. There were more talented volleyball players in Japan than one would think with its average body height so choosing a lineup for such important matches always came with a lot of questions.

The end was drawing near and Tetsuroo was sitting on one of the stools at the edge of the stage. He was supposed to watch closely so he could completely lead these events in the future. Despite his short time working there  they had already decided that he’d be a leading figure for the association going forward. He played with the phone in his pocket and looked at his feet.

Sayuri hadn’t messaged him after he’d replied. Was she mad? He had been a little rude to her, though he had hoped it was clear that it was just his own frustrations with their situation. He gritted his teeth. He’d been able to put his worries for their relationship aside while he was busy, but now, with his mind wondering, there they were again.

Something in the audience caught his eye. A long black ponytail snailing itself around a group of reporters. His heart skipped a beat and he forced himself to blink, but when he looked again the hair was gone. Incredible. Now he already saw images of Sayuri running around. It was really time that he saw her again.

He shook his head and returned his gaze to his feet for a moment. He reminded himself that he was ready to give his all for this job and that though he’d been asked to pay attention, his thoughts were constantly drifting away. From now on he would focus on what was in front of him. He could worry about Sayuri later.

Looking up once more his heart stopped for another second, but this time it took a moment for it to start beating again. If Tetsuro was still just seeing images, then the images looked very real. At the back, behind the usual sport journalists, was Sayuri, leaning with her back against the wall. She noticed that he was staring at her, so she gave him a little wave.

He could feel his chest lighten and probably his face too. He felt so happy to see her, right there in person, that he didn’t even waste a moment to wonder why she was even here or how she had gotten into this closed off event. She had worked in a completely different part of the city and must have taken about an hour to get to him, but she had. He felt so happy that he had to pull himself together completely not to abandon his post.

Agonising 15 mins creeped by in which he watched Sayuri scroll her phone idly on the other side of the room. He tried to keep his hands still, but felt too excited to calm himself. Then, finally, the coach got up and bowed in thanks, leaving the stage to mark the end of the press conference. He held himself back for a little more to make sure he wasn’t just running away from his superiors.

It was an older colleague that finally released him from his obligations with a questioning “Isn’t that your girlfriend over there?” and then, in reply to Tetsuroos nodding, said “Do you not want to talk to her?”

He didn’t ask for permission a second time, instead he dropped the chair he had been holding and snailed his way through the journalists that were still packing up their electronics to head back to whatever tv stations they had been sent from. Sayuri was still at the same place she had been at since she had entered

“Oh, hi, I sneaked i-” she started saying once she noticed that he was approaching, but he cut her off immediately by pulling her into a kiss. Completely caught off guard by this Sayuri did not even resit, though she really wasn’t a big fan of public display of affection. Under usual circumstances he would also never do anything like this, but it had been too long since he’d been able to.

“What was that?” Sayuri, red in her face, said as soon as he gave her her lips to speak back. “People are staring.”

He wanted to apologise. The word was definitely on his lips, but that was not what he heard himself say when he opened his mouth.

“Move in with me.”

Sayuri looked at him as shocked as he felt. What was he saying? But then again, the more Tetsuro thought about it the more right it felt. She blinked. “What … why?” 

“I miss you constantly. And not only in the literal sense that we keep missing each other, but also in the emotional way.” All the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind came rushing out. “And I understand your career is important and I have mine, I do not want to interfere with that, but I want to see you, even if its just for five minutes every night or every morning.” The more he thought about it the more sense it made. “Just - you know, let’s live together.”

For a moment, she seemed speechless. His heart was hammering against his chest. Somewhere over his shoulder someone was giggling and whispering “Thats so sweet”, which embarrassed him. But he definitely wasn’t going to take it back. 

Then, an eternity later. “That is reasonable. I guess it would be practical. We would have more ti-” 

“So that is a yes?” Tetsuro decided to cut her endless analysing short before he got too nervous.

Her deep blush told him all he needed to hear. Ignoring her stammering he pulled her into a kiss again, though this time she pushed him away much quicker than before. “Stop it,” she hissed, now even redder in the face.

In the future they would at least have a few moments each day and most of the nights with each other. Tetsuro let out a deep sigh of relief. No more text messages of rescheduling and cancellations. Fumbling absentmindedly for the phone in his pocket reminded him of how Sayuri had first cancelled on him and then shown up out of the blue.

“Wait, how did you even get in here?” He asked confused.

Sayuri threw one of her hair out of her face. “I tried to explain that when you came over and you…. interrupted me..” She meant when he kissed her. “... I used my card from the magazine to get in, though I am not authorised to be part of the press conference but I was lucky nobody checked. As long as my boss doesn't find out….” 

So she was risking her job to come see him? She could be so oddly sweet sometimes. “And why did you come over?” “Ah, you know..” she mumbled a little. “We hadn’t seen each other in a while and I’m busy tomorrow…” He grinned. “Ohh, so you missed me.”

“Shut up.”

“Well soon you wont have to anymore. You can see my wonderful face every morning.”

“I told you to shut up.” 

“Right right,” he slung an arm around her shoulders and turned her around.