#the moment everything's fixed I'll rush to finish and upload

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My old PC decided to pull one more prank on me and got rid of all of my editing software and add-ons! New video will be delayed for a little while longer

[omi-cafe-archived]

𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

warning(s): usage of the word 'sensei' multiple times

tags: fluff, teacher!au, misunderstandings but everything will be fixed when heart goes doki doki

wc: 4.3k

summary: one kiss is all it takes to fall in love with the math teacher it seems.

a/n: part of the anilysium sfw server collab! my very first collab piece that i was so excited to write that i rushed all my work to get started for. unfortunately, this came out way shorter than i intended so i'll probably upload the parts that didn't make it another time!

the beauty of youth was undeniable.

of course, you'd be aware of this. after all, you didn't have the luxury of being young and carefree. your youth was so consumed by studying and working that you scarcely had time to partake in the activities that painted one's youth in vivid colors.

and now, you were simply an art teacher, helping the students of the middle school you worked at to clean up after their school festival, one of the numerous defining moments of happiness for youngsters.

"y/n-sensei!"

you glance over at the source, waving as the gym teacher, miya atsumu, jogged up to you, smiling with the math teacher in tow.

"the principal has put me in charge of facilitating the clean-up, hence, you-" the blonde says while gesturing to you. "will be teaming up with him to supervise the students and clean up this area," he finishes, jerking the math teacher, sakusa kiyoomi, forward.

"i see..." you reply hesitantly, allowing your eyes to travel upwards.

the twin moles above his eyebrow catch your attention first, and despite being slightly hunched over, the man still towered over you, half of his face hidden by the mask that seemed to be permanently attached to him.

you note the scowl sakusa directs at atsumu, his face darkening with each passing second.

as soon as you make eye contact with him, sakusa quickly averts his eyes as if he has seen something repulsive.

unsurprising, you think. despite this, you maintain a small smile on your face as you nod your head in greeting.

"by the way, he was the one who requested to be paired with you," atsumu adds on, suspiciously full of glee.

when you hear that, you cast a look of confusion at sakusa who avoids your gaze for the second time as he fidgets with his cufflinks.

it was no secret that you, the art teacher, had a strained relationship with sakusa, the math teacher.

two years ago when you had just started out, your art class happened to be scheduled before his math lesson. and after your first lesson, you heard your students complain that they didn't want to paint during your class anymore because sakusa-sensei would reprimand them for not cleaning up properly.

you didn't think too much about it, choosing to bring stronger cleaning supplies to combat the issue.

however, as the weeks passed and the kids continued to complain, you decided to request permission from the principal to utilize a vacant classroom for art lessons. you were ecstatic and hopeful; you wanted your students to recognize your efforts and you didn't want to antagonize the math teacher any further. but you couldn't help but overhear what sakusa had said as you passed through the corridor outside the staffroom.

"it's honestly revolting to step into the classroom."

the skip in your step halted as you came to a stop right behind sakusa, as you continued to eavesdrop on the conversation he was having with the gym teacher.

following that episode, you were granted permission to use an unused classroom and your students stopped complaining about their dreadful math teacher. but you never quite approached sakusa about the matter and neither did he.

in the end, the two of you settled into a highly awkward relationship that started and ended with only exchanging curt nods.

so yes, it was really strange for you to hear that he had been the one to ask to be paired with you to clean up.

"let's get started then," you tell sakusa. "oh, and thanks for coffee earlier miya-sensei, i didn't get a chance to thank you earlier," you say, turning to the blonde.

you flinch slightly as atsumu lets out an obnoxiously loud laugh, slapping sakusa on the back in the process. "it was nothing, glad you enjoyed it though! oh- and, you can call me atsumu." he responds, his voice dipping low and smooth as he leans into your personal space.

but before you can react, atsumu is unceremoniously yanked back by the collar and tossed to the side like a sack of flour.

blinking rapidly, you stare at sakusa who dusts his hands nonchalantly, not sparing a glance at his friend before brushing past you to get the broom.

what a strange fellow. your eyes involuntarily follows his tall figure as he walks away.

you turn, giving atsumu an awkward thumbs-up as you back away, hoping to catch up with sakusa and he begins to sweep the floor.

“have fun!” you hear atsumu yell, his sniggers still echoing in your ears even as he walks away.

as worry etched itself onto your features, you wondered why sakusa would volunteer to help clean up the dirtiest area in the school. the courtyard was a square space surrounded by the school buildings on all sides. hence, making it the centre of festivities and also the hardest to clean.

with multiple students still running about, the litter that was strewn all over the floor posed as potential hazards and you could tell from sakusa’s tightly knitted brows that he wasn’t too happy to be doing this.

you picked up your broomstick and pan hoping to get started a distance away from them so that you wouldn’t clash with him. but as you continued to sweep and pick up the trash, you were beginning to wonder if it was sakusa who was constantly moving nearer to your side of the courtyard rather than you moving towards his.

“you’re good at this,” sakusa suddenly says. his voice so quiet that you had to deliberate in your mind if what you heard was actually him or a hallucination.

“sorry, i didn’t quite hear you,” you answer, “the kids are pretty loud.” you gesture to some boys talking raucously as they take down the decorations on the wall.

you find yourself wondering again if you were hallucinating as you note the telltale redness beneath sakusa’s mask as he clears his throat and faces you.

“i meant to say that you’re good at cleaning,” he repeats as he turns to face you.

his voice is devoid of any strong intonation that you're left puzzling about whether he meant it genuinely or if that was his lukewarm attempt at being condescending.

"thanks?" you tilt your head at him as your response comes out more like a question.

you glance over his figure, concerned. sakusa's curly hair was plastered to his forehead, slick with perspiration. and his mask still stubbornly stayed on his face despite the humid air and his rapid breathing.

"sakusa-sensei, if it's too hot you should take off your mask or get something cold to drink," you tell him, "i'll finish up here."

putting on your best polite smile, you hope that your words didn't come off as offending to the man.

it's a terribly awkward minute as sakusa remains silent, his eyes flicking between you and the vending machine in the corner. you could almost hear the grinding of metal as the gears in his head spun.

"i'll... be right back," he declares. putting aside the broom, you catch yourself watching him as he walks towards the vending machine, his long legs awkwardly hopping overfilled trash bags lying about as he tried to reach his destination.

the way he chose to jump over the obstacles rather than walk around them reminded you of a rabbit. the sort of alabaster rabbit of renowned heritage, twitching nose upturned as it sets its beady eyes on a piece of premium carrot. your train of thought surprises you enough to make you let out a giggle.

but perhaps you weren't as sneaky as you thought.

your giggle fades out quickly and you wrench your head away from sakusa's direction as soon as you notice him turn back to glance at you, his expression unreadable.

"oh my god, get a hold of yourself," you whisper sharply to yourself, slapping your cheek with your free hand. the broomstick in your other hand was gripped so tight, your knuckles turned white.

while the relationship between you and sakusa was strained and way beyond awkward. he was still one of most sought after, eligible bachelors in town and you were the almost-thirty single that was a little too lonely for comfort.

you shouldn't be crushing on a guy just because his hops were cute.

as you lift your head to the sky, you marvel at the orange hues streaking across blue. youthful energy permeating the atmosphere.

was it even possible to miss something you never experienced?

your chest stings at the nostalgia of your unfulfilling youth, but you've grown enough to understand that what happened in the past will stay in the past. unchanged.

so you stay still for a moment more, eyes closed in bliss as the wind blows at your face. you convince yourself that you're more than satisfied to still be able to attend a school festival, though, as a teacher this time.

but your magical moment is cut short as you hear someone yell, followed by a couple more shouts. as you spin around, your teacher instincts kick in and you're ready to go.

but instead of imminent danger, you see a bat decoration drifting in the wind and sakusa dropping the drink cans in his hands as he charges at you at full speed, arms outstretched.

you don't have time to react as his arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you towards him. his other hand holds on securely to the space connecting the back of your neck and your head as you collide face-first into his chest, your yelp of surprise muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

your hands instantly reach out to get ahold of anything that would bring you back to balance, your fingers finding purchase on sakusa's muscled bicep just as your weight tips the both of you over and sends you toppling.

your eyes are squeezing shut as soon as you fall, hoping that sakusa is as sturdy as he appears-- and feels.

as you shamelessly cling onto him, you worry that this would be the end of your career.

'ex-teacher sexually harrassed coworker at a school festival.' you could almost hear the sirens going off and eggs being thrown at you as you get escorted into court.

your stomach flips as you hit the ground, the impact of it jolting you in sakusa's arms and you feel him hold onto you tighter in response.

it happens so fast that you don't register that it is eerily quiet as you slowly open your eyes and peer through your lashes. you're glad that you don't feel pain anywhere, except on your mouth that had knocked against something, not quite hard, yet softer than you had expected.

the smell of floral fabric conditioner pulls you back to reality with a hard tug and you realise that you're in a much more dangerously intimate predicament than you had imagined.

with your body flushed right on top of sakusa's, you could feel every plane of hard muscle against your body and his arm that stayed hooked around your waist tightly was sending tingles sparking across your skin, causing you to blush.

i don't want to go to jail, you find yourself thinking as your lips close firmly together, pressed up against his mask and directly over sakusa's lips.

his other hand, which had been supporting your head, had been pressing down, gently but firmly enough to keep you from twisting your head away, forcing you to remain motionless with your lips smushed against his mask.

forget jail, you were now hoping that none of the singles vying for sakusa's attention would kill you for this accidental kiss with him.

your head spun as a multitude of thoughts ran through your mind, overloaded by new pieces of sensory information that you had never felt before in your life.

it wasn't even a proper kiss but you couldn't help the rapid thudding in your chest as you were presented with your first-ever, somewhat kiss.

feeling every rise and fall of his chest and each outward breath brushing against your nose, another wave of blood is sent rushing to your cheeks, flustering you to no end.

and despite all the negativity that surrounds your thoughts, you lament the fact that it is in this man's embrace that you feel secure, and cared for, for the first time in your life.

you catch yourself thinking that it's a shame that sakusa had his mask on just as the falling bat decoration lands on your head, its black tresses offering a sort of veil, barely shielding the sight of a lifetime.

you don't remember much after the accidental kiss.

your most vivid memories consist of sakusa as he lets go of you, letting you lift yourself off of him. his face is beet red but they lack any semblance of anger or disgust that you had been expecting.

instead, you indulge in the almost shy manner in which he extends his hands towards you, helping you up with eyes full of worry as he checks you for any form of injury.

your ears almost burst from the deafening applause from students and teachers alike as you're escorted to the teacher's lounge for a quick rest. his hand is a stabilizer, warm on your back as he steers you away from the throng of people.

you vaguely remember the looks on your students faces as you walk past that, too briskly to remember which student but long enough that you can see their excited grins.

nonetheless, as your heart continues to pound, beating tirelessly against your ribcage, you're brought into the lounge and he's gently guiding you to sit on a chair. he could've ripped your hands off his body, accused you of sexual harassment, but he did not and you were inexplicably happy.

choosing not to think too much about the budding emotion in your chest, you instead focus on the slightest shiver that runs down your spine when sakusa tilts your face up with his finger under your chin.

"you seem to still be in a state of shock," sakusa states. brows furrowed as he scans your face.

your gaze is drawn to the twin moles above his brow, and a silly grin appears on your lips. "i'm okay," you answer, but your voice is wobbly and entirely unconvincing.

at your answer, sakusa sighs and his expression briefly melds into one that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"i'm sorry..." mumbling his apology as he retracts his hands. "please rest up."

he finishes his sentence as quickly as he leaves, the door of the lounge slamming shut, leaving you to slump onto the chair, dazed with your heart beating erratically as you fanned your heated cheeks.

and now you're home.

the events of the previous day had created quite a stir in the teacher group chats. you hadn't bothered to look through all the messages, knowing that they'd only talk about how you clung onto sakusa for dear life, or even worse, whether it was true that sakusa had indeed stolen your first kiss.

you had switched your phone off after receiving a couple of calls from 'concerned' colleagues, disguising their thirst for private information as genuine worry for your well-being.

if anything, you were more worried about sakusa since he took the brunt of the fall which you caused.

but alas, his chilly demeanour was so effective that he had managed to worm his way out of the group chats without ever being added back in. you doubt that he'd be as affected as you were about this whole situation.

you roll around in your bed for another five minutes, kicking the air in frustration when you realise you still have to see everyone's faces when monday comes around again.

it's natural how you move across your room to grab a hoodie and your wallet, efficiently and without any extra movements. you're out of your house within 3 minutes and on the way to the nearest convenience store at ten o'clock.

humming a tune, you try to distract yourself from the flurry of potential troubles that would spring themselves onto you. it is to be expected of teaching a bunch of middle school students though, you reason with yourself.

and as if thinking about a certain curly-haired, super tall, mask-wearing man with twin moles on his forehead for the past twelve hours wasn't enough.

sakusa kiyoomi was now standing before you at the beer section of the convenience store.

an entire carton of beer is tucked under your arm whilst you stare at him in disbelief.

"hi."

you feel like keeling over and passing away on the spot.

his voice was still as quiet as ever and accompanied by the little wave he did, your heart simply could not handle it.

"hello." you bow your head in greeting before awkwardly shuffling away. your heart was beating a mile a minute as you made your way to the counter, prepared to run all the way home without ever looking back.

you're pulled out of your thoughts as the cashier smiles brightly at you, tickling your brain at the familiarity of it though you didn't know who he was.

"excuse me, are you y/n-sensei?" the part-timer at the cashier asks as he scans the barcode. you look him over, bright orange hair and twinkling brown eyes.

"are you natsu's brother?" you question, a small smile forming on your lips as he grins. he looks exactly like his sister, your student.

"you know, natsu came home yesterday all excited and she kept telling us that her favourite teacher, you, had found a boyfriend!" hinata rambles. your carton of beer stays perched atop the counter, unbagged as hinata gets carried away.

embarrassment floods every crevice and pore of your being as hinata continues to talk excitedly, even as sakusa has moved to stand in the queue behind you, well within earshot.

"natsu made me reenact the whole scene with her and i have to admit- it was really romantic!" you're close to running out of the convenience store out of sheer humiliation when hinata concludes himself by saying, "what a romantic first kiss!"

as soon as those words leave his mouth, you're glancing over your shoulder to sneak a peek at sakusa who flinches upon making eye contact with you, his drink slipping out of his grasp.

you instantly drop into a squat to pick up the can, taking the chance to recover from being blindsided by the part-timer at your local convenience store of all places and people.

to your surprise, sakusa squats as well, ready to pluck his drink from your hands. you hand the can over, noticing that hinata still has not stopped talking and sakusa's face was reddening under his mask, all the way to the tips of his ears and down his neck.

you blink slowly as your gaze trails downwards focusing on his collar bones that are dusted pink.

cute.

the both of you stand up at the same time. you hear sakusa clear his throat as you turn back to nod and smile politely at hinata as if you've been listening intently to what he had been saying this whole time.

"so, y/n sensei, where is that boyfriend of yours? i heard he's the math teacher," hinata states, finally bagging your beer into a plastic bag. "i heard he's not very nice." he adds on.

your eyes widen when you realise hinata had been blabbing without realising sakusa was right in front of him. but your feelings keep you rooted as you slip into 'teacher-mode' ready to spout a lecture.

"i'm always glad to meet a student's family member," you begin, quietly, "but sakusa-sensei is a very hard-working man and a wonderful teacher," you explain sternly.

you feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of your face as you continued to speak.

"he may be a little strict on the kids but let's be honest, someone has to." you're ranting at this point, giving a full structured response following the P-E-E-L format as you go through your point, mainly being 'sakusa kiyoomi is a good teacher and a nice man'.

"therefore, i would like it if you didn't badmouth my colleague, hinata-san." as you conclude your rant, you hear a snicker coming from sakusa but you ignore it as you give the part-timer a pointed stare.

you feel bad when you take in the hinata's sullen expression. he looked every bit remorseful as he bowed his head and apologised, "i'm sorry sensei, i'll be sure to reflect on this."

"good," you huff, swiping your bag from the counter. you didn't need a mirror to know you must be looking right now. slightly out of breath and blushing profusely.

but before you can make your grand escape, hinata stops you as you're halfway through the door.

"wait! you forgot to pay!" he calls out to you.

you enter the second round of humiliation as you watch sakusa's shoulders shake with effort, trying his best to restrain his laughter.

your jaw clenches as you back track, giving hinata a tight-lipped smile.

"don't worry, i'll pay for it," sakusa suddenly speaks up, stepping forward with his card in hand. his eyes are bent into cheerful crescents and it is the only indication that he is smiling at the moment. with his unstyled curly hair flopping over his eyes, sakusa looks younger-- boyish, and your breath hitches in your throat as you make eye contact with him.

the realisation that you've been caught, ogling at him unabashedly as he paid for your carton of beer, hits you a little later and you're turning away swiftly, slapping your face with your free hand.

you mutter a quick thank you before stepping out, toeing the ground as you try to decide if you should just make a run for it or wait for sakusa.

fortunately, you don't get to decide.

"do you always do that? slapping yourself i mean."

you stop yourself from slapping yourself again as sakusa steps out of the convenience store, quickly crushing the receipt and shoving it into the pockets of his jacket.

"it somehow became a habit of mine," you answer, keeping your voice as even as possible.

it's hard to look him in the eye after all that he had seen of you.

"i'm sorry for stealing your first kiss," he apologises abruptly. bowing his head immediately and you find yourself mirroring him as you assure him that it is alright.

"it's alright, it was over your mask anyway so it doesn't count," you assure him, your laughter is strained as you reach for the back of your neck, rubbing it awkwardly.

you blame the dim street lights for playing a trick on eyes as sakusa shouldn't look disappointed by what you've just said, right?

you're not sure of what to say since you've never bumped into a coworker much less a coworker that seems to dislike you at a convenience store, yet, was the one who you kissed on accident.

the uncomfortable silence is broken as sakusa speaks up again, this time, to thank you for standing up for him.

"i know you didn't have to defend me or my method of teaching but it made me really glad to hear you say those words." his hands are crossed in front of him, fingers fidgeting as he spoke.

"i was actually worried that you might've thought i was overstepping my boundaries as a coworker," you blurt out, "since... you d-don't seem to like me-- i mean, we all have our differences."

you feel slightly out of breath, choked up even as you finally say what you've been keeping to yourself all this time.

"i don't dislike you," sakusa quickly interjects, as he pulls down his mask, you finally get a good look at his full face.

a hiccup escapes your lips as your eyes widen, sakusa looks exceptionally handsome, which you've already known, but seeing his face illuminated by the yellow glow of the street lights was almost ethereal.

you recall that the only time you've seen him without the mask was in a photograph on his teacher's identity card. and it certainly did not do justice to how his face appears in the person.

"i-i don't have a good excuse for saying what i said before," sakusa continues, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as his cheeks begin to tinge red.

"I'll tell you why... next time," he mumbles while lowering his head.

"and when will next time be?" you question. your bold question surprises sakusa as his head shoots up and he's avoiding your gaze as he tries to come up with an answer.

you giggle as sakusa fumbles with his words, wholly unlike his usual straight-laced and cool demeanour at school.

"i don't know," he tells you straightforwardly, "but i hope it can be soon." he smiles softly, in his eyes there is a sparkle of something hopeful.

the underlying message behind his words is not lost on you. Your heart thumps with exhilaration as you realize you're not the only one who wished to be more than just coworkers.

your wishes are answered almost immediately as sakusa takes a step closer, his finger brushing against the back of your hand as he speaks.

"you'll let me take responsibility for stealing your first kiss right?" he asks, whispering low and tentative.

a grin breaks out on your face as you watch him swallow nervously, awaiting you answer.

you huff a short laugh as you nod, allowing sakusa to hold your hand in his.

"why don't you give me a proper kiss first?" you raise an eyebrow at him as he chuckles, bringing your hand up to his mouth as he presses his lips to your knuckles gently.

"anything you want." he beams.

perhaps the accidental kiss was more than an accident. a coincidence that held enough power to change the course of one's life, surely it must be fate.

yes, it was simply fate that led sakusa kiyoomi to where he was, holding your hand as the both of you walked into school, matching rings adorning each other's ring finger.

[peterrparrkerr]

Moodboard for the series (don't judge me I usually do gifs, this was something new. Also, I could not get the collar to look right)

So I meant to upload this yesterday but I lost control of it and then got busy, so here's a little over 3k for you!

Also, tagging @snowstark because this is our baby. Ao3 version here!

Idk what to tag this. Dark themes, spanking, forced to choose a punishment, uuuh, not sure what else. Enjoy!

*-*

Bucky knows when Peter is going to have a hard time adjusting to Tony being gone. It had been close to a year since Bucky started working for Tony, and he's gotten familiar with all of Peter's little quirks.

And he knows the slight pout Peter sports as he waits beside Bucky for Tony to come to the door, means Peter's going to be a slight handful.

But Bucky can handle the teenager. He's been in charge of Peter's safety for long enough. Aside from Tony, Bucky knows how to get Peter to do as he's told.

Tony comes down the stairs, suit tailored and travel bag in hand. "What a sight," he grins. "My pets waiting for me."

Bucky clenches his jaw at that, but he doesnt say anything. Peter though, steps up to the Superior nuzzling into Tony's chest.

"Don't go," Peter whined. Bucky watched with a familiar jealous rock in his gut, but he stays still.

"I'll be back in five days," Tony sighed, kissing the top of Peter's curly hair.

Peter's in a pair of soft blue jean shorts and a faded Yankees sweater, the bottom cut off to show off his midriff.

Tony pushes Peter back a little and smiles fondly down at him, fingers fixing the collar around his puppy's neck, little bell tinkling.

"You be good," Tony orders, leaning down to kiss Peter's pouty lips.

Peter sulks as Tony steps away, towards the door and closer to Bucky.

"I'll be back late," Tony hums, patting Bucky on the cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back."

And with that, Tony's gone. Bucky rubs at his cheek with a slight scowl. Its a new thing, Tony touching him. And Bucky doesn't like it.

Peter spins on his heels the moment the door is shut and storms off, making Bucky sigh explosively before making his way after him.

Alpine slows him down by weaving between his legs, meowing needily.

"Damn cat, go away," he snaps, nearly kicking the thing before remembering she's Peter's.

The door to Peter and Tony's bedroom slams and Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So it's going to be like this then. Bucky decides to let Peter wallow on his own. Sooner or later his emotions would get the best of him and he'd come out for comfort. Bucky wouldn't force him to before then.

Its the same song and dance. Peter cries when Tony's gone, he doesn't eat much, and just kind of sulks around the house.

If he were a real puppy, Bucky could just imagine him crying at the door with his tail tucked between his legs, looking extra pathetic.

It was during these days when Tony wasn't around that Peter got a little less obedient.

Most incidents Bucky kept to himself. Little scenes of Peter acting out of his emotions. Tony didn't need to be informed of everything.

The bigger incidences though was definitely taken to Tony. They hadn't had an incident in a while -not since Peter ran out and Bucky got shot.

Peter had been terrified after that, refused to leave the tower even with Buck and Tony there with him.

Tony had punished him good and hard for that -it still makes Bucky's stomach roll at the thought of Tony hitting Peter. Bucky still remembers how small he looked when Tony had guided him back into the penthouse.

His eyes all red, tear tracks down blushed cheeks. He had been trembling slightly. It had made Bucky sick to his stomach.

But Peter hadnt done it again. When Tony left, Peter stayed put.

"Peter, time to eat," Bucky called after knocking on the bedroom door. Peter had been locked in there for most of the two days so far Tony's been gone.

He sulks under his covers, and when he does come out, its with a pout. Something Bucky is used to.

"M'not hungry," comes Peter's petulant response through the door.

"Yes you are, pup," Bucky sighed. "Come on, out with you before I come in there."

"Said I wasn't hungry," Peter spoke, voice raising a little. Bucky cocks an eyebrow, then tries the handle of the door. Its locked.

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

"You open this door or I'll kick it down," Bucky threatened. Peter's never locked his door before.

"Do it!" Peter snapped. "Then Tony'll be mad at you and send you to the basement!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Bucky muttered under his breath.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, override the lock for Peter's door," he says, looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry, but the lock is manual, it will have to be unlocked by Peter, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

"Open the door, Peter," he tries again.

"No."

"C'mon, pup, open up," Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to break down the door. What has gotten into Peter? He's never like this.

"Nuh-uh," Peter said. "Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that, Pete," Bucky huffed.

"I don't need a babysitter," Peter called out. "I can take care of myself. Tony doesn't need you anymore."

"You've got five seconds and then I'm breaking the door down," Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Peter says nothing. Bucky begins to count. He thinks Peter will crack when he reaches two, but the boy doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

Bucky tries the handle once more before stepping back. He lowers his shoulder, ready to drive it into the wood before slamming into the door.

The frame splinters and the door slams into the wall with a deafening crack.

Peter jumps from his spot on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock.

"What is going on with you, Peter?" Bucky demands, a little fed up with his behavior. "You've never acted like this before."

Peter's shock falls away to anger, eyebrows furrowing and arms crossing.

"Get out."

"No, you need to tell me why you're acting like a brat," Bucky demanded, crossing his own arms.

"M'not a brat," Peter snipped, little bell sounding as Peter turned his head away from Bucky, glaring at the wall.

"No? 'Cause you seem pretty bratty to me," Bucky challenged.

That gets Peter standing from the bed. "I'm not!"

"I'm not going to fight with a fucking child," Bucky muttered to himself. "Go into the dining room and eat your lunch."

Peter sets his jaw. Its cute. Little thing trying to be tough.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Well, Tony wants you to eat," Bucky tries. Usually talking about what Tony wants would get Peter to do as he's told. But it doesn't work today.

So Bucky grabs Peter by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. Peter grunts, digging his heels in, but he's small and doesn't have much muscle.

"Eat," Bucky demands, gesturing to the food he sits Peter down in front of.

Peter glares up at him, though its not as effective as he thinks with his pastel blue tshirt and matching collar.

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

"Good for you, now eat your God damn lunch before I force feed you."

To say the next three days is difficult is an understatement. Bucky has no idea why Peter's acting out the way he is, but he's had enough.

On the fourth day, Bucky actually swatted him! Peter looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth clicking shut. Bucky instantly felt sick, but he forced himself to stand his ground even as hurt and anger filtered through Peter's features.

"You hit me," Peter said. It made Bucky feel even worse, but he didnt back down.

"You're being bad," Bucky said. More anger filtered in, and Peter reached forward to try and shove him.

Bucky caught him by the wrists and Peter yelled loudly, beginning to flail.

"Peter, stop it!" Bucky snapped, pulling the pup in close and pinning him against his chest. He doesn't have room to thrash now.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Peter yelled. Bucky can hear the beginnings of tears in his voice. "I don't want you here! I want- I want Tony!"

Bucky holds Peter as he chokes on his tears, forcing Bucky to carry his weight when Peter stops holding himself up.

Bucky let's him cry it out, walking him to his bedroom. The door still wasn't fixed -Bucky didn't have time, what with Peter acting out.

He deposited Peter onto the bed. "You can come out when you're done being a brat," Bucky said shortly. Peter just fell to his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and drawing up his legs.

Bucky walked out and flopped onto the couch, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe Tony would know what Peter's problem was. Just because he's never acted like this since Bucky moved in doesn't mean its never happened before.

Bucky's never been more glad when Tony arrives the next morning. He's exhausted. Tony -the perceptive bastard- notices right away when Bucky greets him at the elevator.

"What happened," Tony demanded. Bucky let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just a bit. He didnt like feeling like a whiner, and explaining to Tony what the past five days have been like definitely makes him feel it.

"I don't know whats gotten into him," he finishes with. He just wants to sleep for a couple days. He's never felt more like a babysitter than he does now.

"Oh, I do," Tony huffed. Bucky raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He's jealous."

That throws Bucky for a loop. "Jealous? Of what?" He can't help but demand incredulously.

Tony smiles knowingly and lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over Bucky's jaw, pinching his chin and giving a little shake.

"Of you, pet," Tony hums, looking amused. "He's used to getting my full attention. I think he's feeling a bit misplaced."

Bucky lifts his head, pulling his chin free from Tony's grasp and taking a small step back.

"He's got no reason to be jealous of me," Bucky grunted.

"No?" Tony asked. "Lets go see our puppy then, hmm?"

Bucky frowns as Tony walks past him into the penthouse. Our puppy?

He quickly spins on his heels and follows after Tony. Theres a disapproved hum when Tony notices the door leaning against the door.

"Tony!"

Peter scrambles from the bed, rushing over to Tony and crashing into his chest. Bucky keeps his distance, hands clasped behind his back.

"I missed you."

"I'm sure," Tony hummed. "Bucky told me about your behavior while I was gone."

Bucky winces in sympathy at the tone Tony uses with Peter. The pup steps back from him, brows furrowing.

"I-"

"I don't want any excuses," Tony interrupted. Bucky watched as Peter's demeanor shifted. He knew he was in trouble, he could see it in the way Peter's shoulders slumped.

"Go wait for me in your room," Tony continued. "And when we're gone, we're going to have a talk."

"But, Tony‐" Peter began. Tony grabs him by the arm and yanks him towards the elevator that leads to the basement.

"Go," he snaps, features twisting into a look of anger. Bucky holds his ground, but he wants to rush back out of Tony's line of fire.

Peter shrinks at the tone. He doesn't try again, just makes his way to the elevator, like a dog scurrying out of trouble with his tail between his legs.

"Are you really going to punish him?" Bucky asked, following Tony towards the elevator Peter had just disappeared through. "If he's just acting out of jealousy-"

"His acting out got me a broken door and a puppy with an attitude problem," Tony said. "I brought you here to take care of him while I'm away. His behavior hindered that and that won't do."

Bucky follows Tony into the elevator. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside Tony, watching the floors pass in glowing numbers above the doors.

When they reach the basement floor, the doors open and Tony steps out, already heading for the door that leads to Peter's room.

"Come on, pet," Tony calls over his shoulder. Bucky's legs work without him, taking him out of the elevator and into the main room.

"I'm not a pet," Bucky grunted. Tony glances over his shoulder, smirking. His blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I beg to differ," Tony hummed, before reaching a hand out and clasping Bucky by the back of the neck.

Bucky allows the Superior to pull him closer as they make their way to the door.

Buck decides not to argue the issue. Better to keep on Tony's good side.

Tony opens the door, and Bucky's eyes widen at the sight of Peter on the bed, naked. Hes on his elbows and knees, pert little ass up in the air.

He's hidden his face in his arms, and doesn't realize Bucky is here with Tony.

"He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't he?" Tony murmurs lowly, arm still wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, nosing at Bucky's jaw.

"I can leave," Bucky says lowly, glancing from Peter to Tony.

"No, I want you here," Tony decides, shutting the door. Bucky chews on his inner cheek, staying close to the door as Tony walks over to the wall of -Bucky feels his stomach drop. He doesn't know if he can watch this.

"M'sorry," Peter whines, turning his head to see Tony at the wall.

"I know you are," Tony said, looking over the items hanging on the wall. Bucky's never seen so many switches and floggers before.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were a bad puppy."

Peter's breath hitches and he hides his face again. Bucky watches Tony pick out a flat leather paddle from the wall. One of the less intimidating items hanging on the wall.

"How many hits do you think he deserves?" Tony says, catching both Peter and Bucky off guard. Peter's head turns, wide eyes locking onto him before he seems to shrink, hiding his face away again, but not leaving the position Tony most likely trained him to be in.

It takes Bucky a moment to realize Tony was talking to him, and he blinks, looking over at the Superior. "What?"

"You had to deal with his poor behavior for five days, so you decide his punishment," Tony said.

Bucky looks wide eyed at Peter, pale and naked except for the baby blue collar around his neck. He shakes his head.

"Come on, pet," Tony goads. "What does he deserve?"

Bucky hears Peter whimper at that and he feels his skin crawl. He shakes his head again, feeling sick. "I can't."

Tony's mouth drops in a frown, looking disappointed. Bucky doesn't care. He can't.

"Fine," he hums. "Then fifty hits."

Peter lifts his head, breath hitching and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "No, please, Tony!"

Tony looks at Bucky, challenging glint in his Extremis blue eyes. "Bucky doesn't want to choose, so I'm chosing for him, puppy."

Peter turns to look at Bucky, pleasing with a trembling breath.

Bucky digs his nails into his palms. He looks from Peter to Tony, then back to Peter.

If Bucky chooses a lower number, Tony may not agree to it. But Bucky doesn't want Peter being hit -especially in front of him.

"Twenty," he manages to say, unsticking his throat. His voice is tense, body rigid and hands clasped behind him. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inside he wants to do nothing but run out of the basement.

Tony doesn't say anything for a moment, and Bucky's sure its just as long for Peter as it is for him.

"Alright, twenty it is," Tony agrees. Bucky feels the muscles in his shoulders unwind a little at that.

"Count them out, pup."

Its the worst few minutes of Bucky's life. He served tours over seas. He's killed people with his bear hands and lost an arm, and he'd go through all of that ten times if it meant he didn't have to be in the same room as Tony and Peter right now.

Each smack has Bucky's pulse spiking, each sobbed out count down like agony. Its a punishment all its own to be forced to stand by while Peter cries, the loud smack of leather on skin filling the room.

The worst thing is Bucky is the reason he's got twenty spanks in the first place. Sure, its less than fifty, but he's still the one who offered a number.

Bucky doesn't even care anymore about Peter's behavior. He just wants Tony to stop.

Peter's ass is just as red as his face, and his breath hitches on cries, but the boy doesn't move. Bucky has no doubt if he had, the punishment would be far worse.

"Twen-twen'y," Peter finally gasps out wetly, dropping onto the bed.

Bucky restrains himself from rushing over there and scooping the boy up. His nails dig painfully into his palms.

He watches Tony do it instead. Watches as Tony's hand turns soft, scooping Peter up and settling him onto his lap, careful of his poor bottom.

Tony smooths Peter's curls from his forehead, muttering lowly against Peter's cheek as the boy cries, arms lifting to wrap around Tony's shoulders.

Tony glances up at Bucky and nods. "Come here, pet."

Bucky's too concerned with Peter to argue the pet name. He makes his way over to the bed in three long strides and sits down beside Tony and Peter.

Peter peeks out from Tony's neck, eye red rimmed. His breath hitches.

"M'sorry, Bucky," he cries, voice reedy and wobbling with tears.

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

Peter tucks himself back into Tony's neck, allowing the Superior to smooth his hands up and down Peter's bare back.

"Go with with Bucky, pup," Tony says a moment later, once Peter's tears have tapered off a little. Bucky's eyes widen at that, but he can't do much else, because Peter's crawling out of Tony's lap and settling into his own.

Bucky doesn't know what to do. He's wearing cargo pants, and he can't help but worry they're too rough for Peter.

And then he's stuck on the fact that he's got a very naked Peter in his lap. The boy leans into Bucky's chest, head resting on his shoulder.

Bucky settles a hand on Peter's lower back -as low as he dares- and rubs circles into his skin.

"I think its time we had a little talk," Tony said, looking first at Peter, then at Bucky.

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Glass Heart (Oikawa x Reader x Kageyama)

A/N: This was the only request that came in for the follower event which by the way I've extended so its still open. So thanks for requesting this it was fun to write! Full disclosure the Akaashi b-day one was supposed to be uploaded first but I haven't finished it yet so...Also I went a little feral on this cause its the first ever request on the blog 💞. I even added it a small thing from one of my favorite movie series. Also I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted but I did my best to fulfill the request. Some things are changed in it but this is the final product.

Details: 9.4 pages 3,305 words (she long)

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, angst, heartbreak, there's a happy end for Mc tho, manga spoilers??? Kinda not really???

Date: December 7th, 2020

Theme: Glass Heart Syndrome- Similar to the Hanahaki disease, when a person goes through heart break it causes their heart to literally form into glass and break. It will result in the person never being able to love again or die through the agonizing process. The symptoms include dark cracks on the chest stemming from the heart that spread and grow darker the worse the heartbreak is, the victim becomes physically weaker, and they’ll cough up blood. (Taken directly from the request)

Sachi- means miracle. Thank you @msecchi for requesting 💞 hope you enjoy!

Nightmares.

That's what the doctor said to him. "You can't sleep because of the nightmares!" Thats what he was told by them. For ten years doctors told him its just nightmares. But he knew it wasn't nightmares no...He was being haunted by her. Dead and cold e/c eyes stared at him from the darkness as they dulled. A faint shattering sound accompanied it as he watched shards of glass fall.

His heart was cracked black lines trailed against his skin hidden under his shirt. It had cracked all those years ago when he thought she was gone. She had recovered though it was a miracle really that she had. After all he was there when her heart shattered.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa still looked at him with disgust. They supported him sure but they only supported him because they wanted him out of Japan. Iwaizumi didn't look at him the same either, there was always something hidden behind his gazes. He could take the anger from them though it was worth it to know she was still alive.

He loved her. He knew that, Iwaizumi knew it. For ten years he asked Iwaizumi how she was doing "she's fine," was the only response he got. Now he could see for himself if she was fine. The Olympics were here and he was currently on his way to Japan with his team. It'd been a long time since he'd been back. Almost nine years now but he wasn't worried. He curled into the plane seat shutting his eyes and trying to catch some nightmare free sleep...

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"Y/n-chan! You look really pretty today!" He threw an arm around the h/cette's shoulder pulling her roughly into his side. She stumbled a bit peering up at him through long eyelashes. "Can you let me go please Oikawa-san?" She asked shifting to pry his arm off. He held on though and gasped "Eh? Why Y/n-chan!" He shrieked and just like that his arm was thrown off her shoulder and Iwaizumi stood there.

"Dumbass she doesn't like people touching her!" He yelled flicking him in the forehead. He whined and rubbed at the spot "Iwa-chan you're supposed to be on my side!" Iwaizumi simply shook his head before turning towards Y/n. "So Y/n have you decided on a high school yet?" She merely hummed "I was thinking Shiratori-" "No you can't go there!" Oikawa cut off quickly throwing himself infront of her.

"...Can I finish my sentence?" She asked sending a pointed look towards him. "Please do," Iwaizumi supplied as he covered Oikawa's mouth. "Shiratorizawa but my cousin convinced me to go to Aoba Johsai instead," She finished sending a pointed look towards him. He pried Iwaizumi's hand off to speak "You're going to Aoba Johsai!?" She laughed then smiling at him and he felt his heart rate speed up in response.

It'd been a few months since then he was a third year now and her a sparkling brand new first year at Aoba Johsai. Since day one he'd been around her constantly. Walking her to her classes or sitting with her at lunch sometimes bringing her an extra piece of Milk Bread. Of course the team knew he liked her it stared them in the face everyday. He'd smile at his phone everytime she texted or his face would flush slightly when she complimented him. Not that she ever noticed but they knew she was falling to.

She no longer rejected physical touches from him she leaned into them instead. She always smiled at him whenever he appeared in her line of sight. She even started using his first name! Halfway through the school year everybody knew Oikawa Tooru and L/n Y/n were attached at the hip. Fangirls confessed all the time but he rejected them without fail thinking of the girl with s/c skin and e/c eyes. He wanted her confession but it never came to him. He got tired of the team making fun of him one day. They always picked on him so why should they be allowed to do it when it involves the girl he liked?

"Oh please! Like I even care about her! She's getting boring anyway i'll just move on to a new girl. One that's more exciting and not some bright-eyed first year," He had said crossing his arms and looking up indignantly. "Oikawa...You don't mean that," Iwaizumi said slowly looking at him. "Of course I do. She's boring now," He pushed refusing to crack under the pressure.

Of course how was he going to remember that all of this went down a minute before she was supposed to walk into the gym to watch him practice like everyday? He really should have remembered that if he had things might have gone differently. Practice had ended as usual though it had been quieter than he remembered. Something was missing and he knew it.

He shrugged it off as he left the locker room walking towards the front gates to wait for Iwaizumi with Y/n. "Hey Y/n-chan what'd you think of practice?" He waited a moment to see her rush around the corner in a flurry of excitement but it never happened. "Y/n-chan..?" Rounding the corner of the gate he saw the spot they normally waited in was empty no sign of the beautiful girl anywhere.

There was however a piece of paper trapped against the bars. It was a small thing easily loseable but the way it was crumpled and felt soft meant the paper he held was old and probably had been thrown away. He opened it slowly and glared at what he saw on it. 'Kageyama Tobio xxxx-xxx-xxxx' What were the odds he'd find his enemies number here of all places? Astronomically low he knew as he chucked the paper away.

Iwaizumi had come up then pushing him along while he struggled. "Iwa-chan! Y/n-chan isn't here yet!" Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. "She went home. She was feeling sick today," He responded easily while Oikawa's nose crinkled. That was impossible he'd been with her all day except for in class. She was perfectly normal in every way today, he'd have know she was sick.

Maybe if he said something to Iwaizumi instead of keeping quiet he'd have seen her and fixed everything. Maybe if he had made them stop at the park like he did everyday instead of being consumed by his thoughts he might have seen a familiar h/c haired girl sitting with a boy that had blackish blue hair and vibrant blue eyes.

He might have seen the boy give her his jacket and a carton of milk when she started crying. Or how he awkwardly patted her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. But instead the duo walked on with him thinking about how to ask Y/n why she lied. Of course for the next two weeks he wouldn't receive a response since she avoided him at every turn.

Eventually though he cornered her right outside the gym after she dropped off Hanamaki's water bottle. He didn't question why she had it or the black and blue jacket she was wearing that was slightly too big for her. Instead he ran after her stopping her before she got to far. "Hey! Y/n-chan why are you avoiding me!?" He shouted towards her.

She and everyone else nearby stopped people whispered as they looked at them but he didn't care. He watched her turn and froze as dull e/c eyes met his own. "Just speeding things up. After all you said I was boring Oikawa-san,"

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He jolted awake sitting up rapidly as he tried to slow down his racing heart. "Hey you okay man?" He turned his head looking at his teammates who looked startled. "Yeah I'm fine...Just a bad dream," He smiled at them before looking out the window. Japan was spread out below them lights twinkling in the dark.

The smile fell from his face as they landed replaced with a sense of displacement and nostalgia. He gripped his bags tightly tomorrow he would be facing his biggest rivals on the court all to see who would win the gold. He didn't have time to think about what happened to the girl he used to know.

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"Wha- who said you were boring?" He asked stepping towards her. She took a step back in response "You did. Two weeks ago when I went to the gym. I heard you," His eyes widened dramatically as he looked at her "No- That's out of context!" He tried to save it but she just shook her head. 

"Don't lie Oikawa-san," Her eyes became more dull as she spoke. "Don't- dont call me Oikawa please. Dont do that please," he begged reaching out towards her. She coughed then putting a hand up to her mouth. As she did the sleeve of the jacket rolled down and he saw them. The thin black lines trailing across her skin and decorating her pale s/c arm.

"Y/n-chan...," he trailed off as his eyes focused on her arm and the thin trail of blood coming from her mouth. She smiled but it wasn't anything. Only a slight twitch upwards no warmth behind it. "Its okay Oikawa-san you helped me you know?" He paused as he looked at her "Helped you..?" She nodded slowly "Yeah! You helped me realize that love is worthless so thank you," He could only watch in horror as the black veins spread further and widened being accompanied by a cracking sound.

Like someone had thrown a ball threw a glass window she collapsed at the same time a shattering sound filled the air. A girl nearby screamed as Y/n fell while someone else yelled for emergency services. "Y/n!" He was shoved backwards as Hanamaki and Matsukawa ran past him.

"What happened!?" Matsukawa yelled as he lifted her head. He looked at him while blood dripped from her mouth. "I- I don't know. S-she said she heard me a-and-," Hanamaki whipped around at that "She heard you!?" He stood blood had left a red stain on his white track pants. 

"If she dies from this I will never forgive you," Hanamaki hissed. "Makki she's- she's not breathing!" Matsukawa screamed pressing a hand on her heart. Paramedics rushed into the area skittering around as the pushed Matsukawa and Hanamaki away. "What happened?" One of the medics asked. "Glass Heart Syndrome," Hanamaki answered back glaring at Oikawa as he spoke.

"We need to get her out of here right away! Lets go!" The medic had run back over towards Y/n helping to pick her up onto the gurney. They paramedics left quickly with her denying Hanamaki and Matsukawa's attempt to go with her. They raced into the gym grabbing their stuff before running back out. Hanamaki shoved Oikawa out of the way and down to the ground as they ran.

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He sighed as he jolted awake for the third time in a row. This was ridiculous she wasn't even dead so why couldn't he sleep without seeing dead e/c eyes? Guilt that's what Iwaizumi told him. He tilted his head to see the time five am was what the clock told him. He needed to meet the rest of the team at seven thirty so he changed and went running.

The streets he ran on seemed so familiar but so different to him. Of course he stopped at the nearby park it was similar to the one he used to stop at with Iwaizumi and Y/n. Those trips long since abandoned after what he did his eyes flittered over the park until they landed on a h/cette. His eyes widened as he looked at her so similar to the last time he saw her.

Slightly taller and figure slightly rounder perfect to him but it hurt to realize it was a pregnancy bump. The h/c hair on her head sparkled and her e/c eyes glittered with a warmth he hadn't seen in years. He began walking towards her almost starting to run until a voice stopped him. "Y/n!" He stopped immediately snapping his head to the side. Barreling towards her was a male with silver and black hair and golden eyes sparkling. He knew who that was...Bokuto Koutarou wing spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals and he was his opponent in the upcoming game.

He slunk closer and it was then that he noticed a little girl hugged to Bokutos chest. She couldn't have been older than five from what he could see but he noticed that running through the girls h/c hair were streaks of silver. He certainly didn't expect her to take the little girl from him and kiss his cheek. His shock was palpable when she reached a hand up to run through his hair. A thin sliver band with a small diamond on it glared back at him glittering in the sun.

Bokuto had lifted his own hand to run it through the small girl's hair the silver came through more prominently as well as exposing dark navy almost black streaks he hadnt seen before. The little girls head turned revealing a single e/c eyes. His eyes however zoned in on the gold band on Bokuto's finger. He was excitedly talking to her while she shook her head and started walking off. He watched Bokuto's eyes widen comically as the wing spiker ran off after her.

He stood frozen as he watched the scene anybody could see a cute family scene. That should have been him handing her their kid not Bokuto. But it wasn't him no it was someone else. So of course he called Iwaizumi to complain.

"Iwa! You didn't tell me Y/n was married to that- that wing spiker!?" He yelled into the phone while Iwaizumi scoffed. "One I shouldnt tell you anything about Y/n since you ruined that. And two thats not your business," He returned the statement with a scoff of his own. "Not my business? Shes married! You know what Iwa. I'll win her back," Iwaizumi laughed then it was laced with disbelief much like his voice was. 

"Sorry you are gonna try to win back a married woman who has a kid and another one on the way?" Iwaizumi was right that sounded wrong out loud but he couldn't back down. "Yes! I'm gonna win her back from that Bokuto guy!" Iwaizumi snorted "Sorry how'd you figure they were married?" Iwaizumi asked with a laugh "I saw the rings and her daughter has silver hair like him!" He stated indignantly.

Iwaizumi did bust out laughing then "Silver hair? Must have dyed it then," Iwaizumi mumbled quietly. "Iwa what are you going on about?" He asked not being able to hear the male on the other line clearly. "Oh nothing just suprised you don't pay more attention to your sworn enemies," He called uninterested. "I pay enough attention to know they're on the same team and will be playing against me," He hissed and Iwaizumi laughed. "I gotta go. See you later Oikawa," He hung up and Oikawa sighed as he put the phone away.

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"Oh are you all here for Ms. L/n?" The team turned eyes landing on a doctor with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was clearly foreign but they didn't have any questions other than about her. Looking at them all he could see the fear in their faces and sighed. "Well its a miracle really that she lived. One of the worst cases of Glass Heart Syndrome I've seen in years," Oikawa froze as he felt the numerous glares on his back.

"Thank you doctor...?" Hanamaki walked forward looking at the man. "McCoy. Leonard McCoy," He said holding out a hand. "Thank you Doctor McCoy. Can we see her?" Hanamaki shook his hand while the doctor sighed. "Im afraid not. She still needs some time to recover we're going to try some beta blockers but until we try them I can't allow you guys in just incase," He said turning back around and leaving just like that.

The next week was spent waiting for the news. It came during practice one day for them "The beta blockers worked. She starts school again tomorrow at a new school," Matsukawa said as he walked back into the gym. The team cheered in excitement "Wait a new school? Shes transferring?" He asked stopping everyone while Hanamaki scoffed "she lived which was a fucking miracle and now you want her back here at the school that she almost died at with the person who almost killed her?" He flinched at the tone.

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The game had ended with Argentina's victory them winning the gold. He smirked at the wing spiker on the other side who only tilted his head in confusion silver hair following the movement. Iwaizumi smacked him as he approached "Stop looking at Bokuto like that," He said with a sigh. "I won against him and now I'll do it again," He was determined as he huffed. "Also Iwa how could you! Did you even know they got married!?" Iwaizumi scoffed in disbelief.

"Of course I knew she got married. I was a groomsmen along with Ushijima and Bokuto. Hinata was the best man," He processed the words "Sorry did you say Bokuto was a grooms-," before he could continue his questioning the patter of running feet interrupted him. "Daddy!" He snapped his head to the side seeing the little girl again only this time his jaw dropped.

The girl was pulled into a pair of arms which he followed to their owner. Kageyama's side profile glared back at him as he smiled down at the little girl. From this side he saw her other eye was a vibrant blue shade and sparkled in joy. "Hi angel what's going on here?" He lifted the girls hair in his finger and Oikawa saw the silver band around his ring finger while silver hair slipped through his fingers. "Uncle Kashi took me to the hair salon while he was watching me! I got my hair done to match Uncle Bo!" The little girl threw her arms up with a smile.

"Eh? Why not Uncle Tsumu kid?" Atsumu had asked joining the conversation. The girls nose crinkled "Uncle Bo is better than you!" Atsumu threw a hand over his heart and gasped mocking hurt. "Sachi Kageyama what did I tell you about running off?" Everyone turned seeing Y/n walking over with her arms crossed Akaashi stood next to her carrying her bag of stuff a ring of gold stood out prominently on his finger. "M'sorry mama," The girl now identified fully as Sachi frowned looking down with big eyes.

"Sachi. Just because Uncle Bo's sad face doesn't work on me doesn't mean yours will," She tapped her foot twice and Oikawa felt it the black veins trailing on his skin getting bigger and darker. He could hear the crack in his heart as Kageyama leaned over to kiss Y/n. The two of them fitted together perfectly while Bokuto bounded over to Akaashi and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Alright we get it. You two and your miracle are cute!" Hinata claimed as he shoved the two apart.

Y/n laughed as she looked up her eyes flittered over the other team stopping on Oikawa for a moment. He froze under her gaze. The warmth in her eyes faded replaced by the same empty and dead eyes he'd grown used to. The group had headed towards the exit as he felt the cracks happen rapidly. The last thing he could remember was the loud sound of something glass shattering before he collapsed to the ground.