#this took like an hour to write but anyways gn 💖

[ajjconcertat2am]

this shit shoulda gone to the notes app but whatever idgaf

Sometimes i get really numb to the idea of a romantic or sexual relationship.... its hard to muster up a fictional ideal, a detailed dream or fantasy. The repetitive times of forced desires upon me during what i can only describe as the peak of my youth and malleability had created this instilled feeling that my time has past. I have to be deserving and disciplined and needed before i can even begin to think about what i want. Its not only that there cannot be pleasure without pain, but the idea they need to be happening concurrently.

When i say these things i know in my mind i am being melodramatic and impatient, my brain wont let me rest in pity. I understand my insecurities and i cannot cave to same fate, the same mistakes. However, understanding my mental state and causes and correlations, how to break it down, how to channel it into a better outlet, theres days where i am numb beyond a point of ration. i cannot force myself to feel positive of my desires and i experience a sort of un controllable response to what i thought was my own bodily functions. What was pleasure in an instance become a flash of fear in a self curated environment, where i am alone in the bed. I cannot bring myself to imagine what loving me would look like, and despite that pain my brain still betrays me and makes me afraid of my own satisfaction. It makes me feel as if i was a cube jammed into the wrong circular shaped hole again, again, and again. Surley there was the right shape for me but now im so bent none of the shapes look recognizable to me, and myself is so abstract and foreign at times it seems unlikely theres a solution.

Maybe I'm too focused on what the perfect fit wants me to be shaped like, what it likes about me, what IT wants. I need to be careful of being molded if i so desperately want it. But maybe I'm too focused on what i want. If i'm desperate to fit, i will jam myself in a desperate attempt to make it work. What seems impossible, if reflected on, becomes a self fulfilling prophecy, a nightmare waiting to happen again.

Posting this seems like the wrong choice and im tempted to write something stupid like anyways i need back shots 💖 to lighten the mood at the end, however with writing out something so sincerely im not going to lie at the end. I must say i desire the ability to desire again. I desire the ability to desire without the concurrent destruction of myself. And truely i do not despise the pain, I want the perspiration, the nausea, to be sick, to make a mess, the odor, the spectacle, i want it again, but this time, mutually.

[pffbts]

Hello hiii so first and foremost you are a great writer 🥺🥺 i dont know but there is something homely about your fics, you make life looks pretty, soft, calming (yeah even when it is heartbreaking) through your fics and i lovEEE IT YOU ALWAYS TUG MY HEART :(( anyways thank you for accepting request!! Can i request something angsty (yeah i live for your angst bcs in a way it is still… soft) but please, happy ending- is this too wide of a request? Do i need to make it even more specific? Actually i would love any angst + happy ending scenarios so i dont have anything specific in mind 😭 any svt members, you can decide~ but if you need something more specific, i will try to suggest one later!! Thank you for writing!! 💖

genre: slice of life; angst; comfort; established relationship.

characters: lee seokmin x gn!reader | support: none.

w.c: 3k

author’s note: apologies first, anon, for the late reply to this sweet ask of yours. i hope after reading this lil fic, you’ll feel warm from inside just like you made me feel with this ask. so because you gave me the freedom to choose a member of my choice, i chose seokmin bc he’s the literally the love of my life & i haven’t written him for so long. i hope that’s okay with you? make sure to stay safe and sound, wherever you are, anon. happy reading!

inspiration: the dream sequence in this fic is real. few months ago, i actually did see seokmin in my dream doing the exact things i’ve written under this cut. and, i remember it vividly that i sat there on my bed feeling like i’m about to cry. it was truly such a happy day for me. i don’t think i’ll ever forget about this dream.

[05:02 PM] [he wished he was the blood in your veins, he never told you he was selfish, he only wanted to steal, steal you away from yourself]

―the cool watermelon that you’ve previously taken out of the fridge and had took your time to cut in almost perfect triangles has now been abandoned next to your sprawled, resting body, upon the open veranda that meets with the green sunlit back garden.

the afternoon sun’s warmth is gentle upon your closed eyes and you know you’ve seen this dream before. 

in this dream that was born out of a late night promise by the one who wears your heart upon him like a keepsake from you, he’s making your favourite egg toast. his cream coloured t-shirt with wrinkles across the edges is facing you and there’s a humming of a tune you hear every so often from him. seconds later, he turns around and places the plate of warm egg toast and coffee in front of you.

seokmin’s eyes adorn pure crescents greeting you a good morning while the rays of sun showers him perfectly from the side making the ends of his jet black bed hair shine in auburn.

one night during the first week of this work trip when seokmin had to be out of country for one month, you stood in the kitchen with an expected guest named loneliness looming upon your shoulders.

in seokmin’s announced absence, you’ve discovered three places where you can still find him lingering. one, the kitchen. second, his side of the closet where his scent stands still like a clock that has ran out of battery and third, the rack next to the bathroom sink where he keeps his own bathroom essentials, most importantly, his after shave lotion. almost every other morning, you would take the thick glass bottle, holding it carefully in both of your palm and open the cap to gather a small sniff of one of your favourite scent in the world.

although among all these three places there is one place that makes you feel more emptier than ever and that is the kitchen. a place where you both would spend hours talking about each of your days, about things that bothers and of all things mundane yet significantly noted down in your minds. it’s a place where you both wind down, let the night fall upon your shoulders and make a home in each other’s hearts.

when seokmin told you about his trip, you thought you’d go back to your takeout days for dinner every night after work but unconsciously, like a habit that has abandoned you, you’ve found yourself coming back home forgetting in buying one. for the past two years, you’ve become so use to the habit of passing by the smell of seokmin’s home cooked delicacies that now it seems like you can never go back to how it was before he walked in the picture where only you existed till now.

you were making for yourself some chow mein for that night’s dinner while the call with him was on the speaker. you’ve realized this a long time ago that seokmin’s voice makes you feel secure in your bones. his warmth and his soul puts you at ease.

at the end of the day, even when you want to be alone in your room, away from all the turmoil of the world, you always like to listen to him even if he’s not always speaking to you. his voice could be travelling through the walls when he’s in the living room talking to his friends or co-workers over phone and you’d halt the action in your hands unknowingly. 

your back will go all relaxed and you’ll exhale soundly staring at the wall just above your eye level with the cotton pad still in-between your thumb and forefinger with which you were previously cleansing the makeup off of your face after a long day at work.

some nights you’d be right by the entrance door returning from giving a visit to your parents and a smile would be automatic on your face when you can hear him being a little too enthusiastic on the other side of the door, singing the karaoke song he has been obsessed with since you have forgotten when.

that night when you told him while you stir fried the chow in the empty house, an empty home that belongs to both you and him, that this isn’t like you and that you cannot believe you’re saying this, a truth which is very universal that you really do sincerely miss him even when you told yourself you’ll not.

you told yourself so because voluntary solitude has always been your friendly neighbor. it helps you by making sure that time flies quickly for you and because it’s so easy to stay connected to people in this day and era, you thought it’ll be in no time that you’ll find seokmin at the doorstep of this shared home.

but it seems solitude has left your side and currently, in its place exist a whole being, a sunlit distraction named lee seokmin.

the man of the hour, who was on the other line, had chuckled softly. usually he would tease but that night, he didn’t. he held the phone close to his mouth and in a gentle voice, he told you that you didn’t have to miss him for long because, “i promise i’ll meet you in your dreams tonight.”

that night he sneaked in through the window of the bedroom like a climber and made himself at home inside your dream. he made you your favourite morning egg toast and a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, strong with no sugar. in your eyes, he became one with the sun that fell upon the breakfast table and when you woke up, in your shared bedroom with seokmin, next to the empty side of the bed, you discovered the sun rays had replaced the warmth that your love leaves behind every morning.

an overwhelming feeling washed over you and your throat tightened up, making you end up crying.

later, that morning, you cried again in the kitchen but didn’t call him. the kitchen reminds you more of him than anything else does. it is where his love fills you to your heart’s brim so it was no better antidote to calm you down.

you didn’t get up right away from your bed like you usually do when you wake up. instead, you sat on your knees upon your side of the bed and leaned down upon his side of the bed. you placed your cheek against the warm bed sheet and as the sun fell upon your eyes, you closed them from making you go blind and rubbed the warmth from the bed sheets upon your cheek.

he was here, you told yourself, nobody ever promised to see me in my dream and kept it so thoroughly.

since that night of promise, seokmin has kept on appearing like this and it’s always the same dream and you realized that you can never get bored of the same cycle of events.

even now that you’re drifting mellow in your subconscious mind, in the corridors of your dreamland, you can smell the coffee in the air and as your vision clears painfully slowly, you figure out his outline – the same old wrinkly cream coloured t-shirt and the curls upon his head all ruffled, asking for you to dig the tips of your finger into them.

only one more night, you said to yourself convincingly, and he will come back home tomorrow.

it was what he had informed you of two nights ago. his voice was a bit hoarse and it seemed the meeting that he previously had made him do most of the talking but he still made sure to let you know of his arrival because he knew you missed him just as much he does.

you wanted to sleep all through this afternoon and night, not waking up at all, until you can feel his presence next morning in this home so that your chest starts to stop feeling so hollow.

seokmin usually does both when he returns home after work. first, he rings the bell and then, unlocks the door himself before you can meet him in the middle at the doorway but that is possible only if you’re home before him during weekdays and on weekends, when it’s your off days.

although this afternoon due to certain intentions, he skips over the first step. he only unlocks the door and prays in his head that you’d be asleep because it’s saturday and usually, most weekend afternoons, you’d be napping after reading a book or watching an animated film.

seokmin trusted his instincts and stepped inside the soundless home. his heart was beating louder than it was planned but nevertheless, with faint footsteps, he walked into the living room and it took him no effort to find you submerged under the orange hue of the drowning sun.

placing the bag of grocery he bought while returning upon the kitchen aisle, seokmin takes some long careful strides and squats in silence next to you, eyes wandering to the abandoned plate full of watermelons.

he smiles and touches the ends of your hair that’s spread out carelessly upon the wooden floor. he doesn’t wake you up. instead, he takes the plate and puts it inside the fridge.

he decides that he needs a nice warm bath and a quick clean shave. maybe when he’s out all fresh and his body is letting go of the jetlag, he’ll take some bite of that watermelon because it looked like, even though you’re not good with kitchen knives, you took your time cutting the chilled watermelon in almost perfect triangles.

seokmin leaves you undisturbed upon the open veranda, covering your legs with a shawl he found clean in the laundry basket and steps inside the bath. he shaves the stubble that was growing around his chin and rubs the after shaving lotion upon the shaved area.

almost half an hour later when he steps out of the bath after drying his hair with a towel that is now resting upon his neck, he gets back into the kitchen and takes out the plate of watermelons he had previously put inside, picking one piece to take a bite and to savor the cooling effect it leaves throughout his body.

he takes the plate and closes the distance between you and him. seokmin settles himself down next to your sleeping self feeling himself somehow becoming one with you under the gradient of the sun that bids another farewell.

he turns his head around to his right and tenderly observes your sleeping face. his eyes follow the mellow ups and downs of your chest. without much thought, he leans in and gently rubs the tip of his nose against your cheek  just to check how much he has missed having you next to him and your scent, the wind that flows against all his edges.  

he cannot for the life of him wake you up when you look so serene because he realized it’s a privilege to see a person who is stationed so permanently in his heart sleeping like as if, finally, their world is at peace. after all the running and fighting with not just the way of this world but also with yourself, he can see you finally resting and accepting.

it’s a scene that countless painters have painted for centuries only because they knew that there’s always something new to discover when they look at someone they love – both things that the other person hides and things they place in front of the painter’s eyes.

although seokmin can neither draw or paint, he has his memory and in his memory, there are walls where now this scene joins many other paintings with you as the subject.

seokmin stretches his legs to release the fatigue in them and reaches for another piece of watermelon as he sits there waiting for the break of your dawn. he waits patiently for your eyes to be on him after a month long of estrangement.

as the dream started fading into a black infinite canvas, your conscious senses started coming up to the surface. squeezing your eyes, you fought with sleep and in the air, you smelt the strong, tantalizing smell of seokmin’s after shaving lotion. you felt yourself losing.

you thought it is impossible because you know seokmin is not supposed to be here and so this might be your brain trying to trick you. either way, you didn’t understand the point of this trick. you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes.

“are you not cold?” your eyes follow the euphonious voice that you can recognize even in a room full of people. they settle upon the calming presence of the man next to you for long.

“am i dreaming?” your voice that was supposed to sound like you’re in doubt sounded croaky as you had just stepped out of your sleepy state.

you noticed seokmin holding a piece of watermelon in his hand. he takes a bite into it and shakes his head and you can see him visibly beam at you. he seems amused by your reaction as he waits for your further words.

as for you, your eyebrows start climbing up your forehead while your eyes goes wide in astonishment, “you’re really here?”

“you must be dreaming too much of me to think that i’m not real right now,” seokmin declared in a convincing tone to which you thought, how did he know?

“weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?”

“oh, that.” seokmin chuckled, “i lied because i wanted to surprise you.”

“so you did not ring the bell too?”

seokmin hummed back a no. he was very much into finishing up what seemed like his third piece of watermelon.

“god, i cannot believe this. so? how long have i been sleeping?”

“maybe more than an hour. i returned an hour ago.”

“and, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“because i wanted to look at you.”

“i’m not an artifact in a museum, min, you’re funny.”

seokmin laughs at your words and now completely turns around to face you. neither of you say anything and stay as it is in silence. there was nothing to break that silence until the man in front of you put down the hard layer of the melon he has just finished and shuffles around to lay down next to you.

you take half of the shawl that was covering you and place it upon his chest.

“i’m real. see?” seokmin tells you before pulling you close to him as if he knows that you might think of all this happenings as a dream. he holds you tightly against himself and you move to place half of your body upon him.

you tugged your lower lip in, suppressing an overflowing smile as you place a palm upon his cheek, “yes. yes, i see you and i missed you.”

“i missed you too. i even miss you now. i cannot wait to cling onto you until you get sick of me.” seokmin states his wish as he places one of his palm behind your head and pulls you in so that he can nuzzle at the crook of your neck.

“nah, i don’t think that’s happening this soon,” you reply as both of you burst into a fit of giggles, two chests vibrating against each other as each of you feel the warmth, the heart beats and the weight of each other in your arms.

minutes later after a long hug, seokmin unwraps himself from your arms and tells you that you’ll catch a cold like this if you stay this close to the open veranda right now as today’s evening has already welcomed itself at home.

you look at the sky and realize that it is indeed the truth. darkness has fallen and today, it seems like the moon resemblances the shape of seokmin’s eyes when he smiles.

seokmin gets up from the wooden floorboard and lets you take your time to get out of your drowsy state of body. walking into the bedroom, he brings out a hoodie for you and as he watches you wear it upon your t-shirt to warm you up, he offers to make tonight’s dinner.

“that’s one good thing about you being back home. now i don’t have to ponder over what to eat for dinner.” ….and also not be lonely while putting a single plate upon the dinner table to eat because you were not there, you thought to yourself.

it makes you puzzled sometimes how even two years ago you were happy enough to just be back home at your place and eat whatever for the night because you were so used to being on your own but now, you cannot recognize those parts of you in yourself anymore.

you’re too used to it now. the love that seokmin puts in your coffee every morning without you asking for it. so much that now you don’t know where to put it all down in words. you’ve forgotten when seokmin has come and added his golden yellow to your palette of dull blue.

presently, under this blue and yellow gradient coloured sky, what can you call this love? a feeling that can only be equivalent to the stream flowing or the rain drizzling? like coffee, you drink it down and offer to wash the dishes because you want to stay longer. because, it seems like you’re always dreaming since he has walked into your life with a suitcase in hand.

“i cannot believe i’m saying this, min, but i was getting sick of eating takeouts.” you tell him as you follow him into the kitchen. you watch seokmin taking out the vegetables he bought, “i was dying to have a nice dinner made by you.” you conclude not knowing what else to say.

“that’s why i’m here now - to spoil you rotten, sleepyhead. now freshen up, we’ll watch this one movie i found while we eat.” seokmin takes hold of your hand and as your knuckles get buried under the heat of his large palm, you realize that no other part of your body can ever be as warm as the space in-between your and his hand. 

welcome home, you tell yourself, it’s been hard, right?

fin.

[mango-bango-bby]

3k Is awesome, congrats ( you should have more though) anyways I would like to request something for your au event

🌼/tattoo au with keigo.

Keigo is the tattoo artist and reader is a regular and over time he has fallen for his regular, so everyone he tattoo his name on their skin, very discrete and hidden in the design. Each time a little less discrete.

Eventually he kidnaps us and keeps calling us "his" and we argue we aren't his,that he can't own a person, but he argue that he does own us because " his name is on it" and then points out all the times he has permanently written his name on out skin, proving that we are his.

Please and thank you

♡ Inked ♡

(A/N: Thank you, darling 🥺🥺 I honestly didn’t expect to have more than a hundred followers lol!!! But I’m glad so many of you like my fics 💖 Also while writing this I can’t stop thinking about Keigo covered in tattoos and it’s making my heart go 💞💞💞💞💞💞)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, tattoos, mentions of needles, Keigo tattoos something on reader without them knowing, tatted up a Keigo is  beautiful

Summary: Hawks + Tattoo Artist AU (Yan!Keigo x GN!reader)

3k Prompt List ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Keigo enjoyed his job as a tattoo artists well enough, but he knew his favorite part of the job was you. You came in every few months for a new tattoo, different places on your body every time. You were absolutely his favorite part of having this job, he looked forward to you calling for a new mark on your skin.

Your skin was so perfect, the ink covering it making it more beautiful to him. You started coming practically a year ago, Keigo being the person who always tattooed you. Keigo would gently run his hand over the spot before tattooing definitely touching you in ways he shouldn’t as a professional but he just couldn’t help it. It started a couple months ago, Keigo snuck his initials into one of your upper arm tattoos.

Keigo waiting for you to notice, but you never did. In fact you loved the tattoo he had done for you. You came back not a month later for a new one, this time he was able to put his actual name hidden in the design. You didn’t notice once again. Keigo snuck his name into everyone of your tattoos from then on, doing almost five tattoos in total that had his name in it, his name getting bigger and more noticeable over time. Yet you never noticed. Always his oblivious duckling, weren’t you?

The loud noise of the blonde haired mans tattoo gun echoed through his apartment. Every once and a while, Keigo would look up making sure you were still alright. You were, you lay in his bed tucked in however your arms are tied above your head. He’s glad he was able to knock you out before taking you home, he would have hated if you had outbursts a fight and gotten hurt.

The tattoo gun continues going, Keigo’s steady hand tattooing himself this. The design was an exact match of your latest one, although the place where his name was in the design was replaced with yours. What better for you two now that you were going to be together forever than matching tattoos? He placed the tattoo above his right knee, one of the only places that wasn’t covered in other tattoos. But he hopes to have more ink on his body that’s dedicated to you, perhaps another rib tattoo or even one above his eyebrow would be good!

Keigo finishes the tattoo on himself, smiling and looking down at the design. He loves that you two match now. He thinks it’s sweet. Keigo cleans up the tattoo quickly, however before he finishes he can hear you let out a sleepy groan. Seems like you’re waking up finally, it’s been a few hours since he took you.

“Morning, baby bird” Keigo coos, watching your eyes flutter open before finishing cleaning his new mark. He watches your eyes turn from tiredness, to confusion, to fear in the matter of half a second. He can almost hear the millions of thoughts running through your pretty little head. Keigo simply waits for your screaming however it never comes, you instead trying to keep all of your fear inside. Or is it that you’re simply to scared to scream? The latter seems to be true as your breath speeds up and your eyes scream of terror yet nothing come out of your mouth.

“W-Where am I?” You say, your voice raspy from being asleep so long. You tug on the ropes around your wrists, they don’t budge at all. The rope scraping your skin a little bit, but you keep tugging, not even sure what you would do if you got out of these. You let out little whimpers, the ropes hurt if you pull to much but you don’t stop trying to escape. “Dovey, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself” Keigo says, resting his hand of your tied up wrists to get you to stop. Which you do, your body freezing up once he touches you. You’d never done that before, but he guesses this is different from when he would tattoo you.

“Don’t worry, I just took you home. Where you belong, because you’re mine” Keigo says calmly, a large smile on his face. Him leaning forward to kiss your forehead, hearing you whimper and cry at the action. He’s so happy that he finally has you with him, even if you were already his in his mind. His eyes are wild, they look calm however, yet crazed at the same time. “No!” You scream, although it’s a quiet scream as you’re still in shock. Keigo can understand though, you aren’t used to the situation, so he doesn’t let your words affect him. You just don’t understand yet!

“I-I’m not yo-yours!” You sob, hiccuping and struggling harder against the ropes. You kick your legs this time, Keigo jumping back in order to mot get hit by your legs. Although he finds your fear incredibly cute, he wishes you would calm down a bit. After all, you might hurt yourself from flailing around and crying so hard.

“Of course you are, duckling!” Keigo says, still smiling at you. You stop moving once he touches you, lifting up your shirt a bit to show one of your newer stomach tattoos that he did. “My names even on you, so you’re mine” He continues, clearly gesturing that the tattoo shows this. Much to your horror, when you look down it’s true. Now that you’re looking for it, you see it.

Shown in the inks design, is Keigo’s name. His name skillfully tattooed on your skin forever.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[kxisuke]

Hello! Could I request a Kageyama fic where him and the reader are best friends and he takes them out on a walk through the cherry blossoms and they get lunch and snacks from food vendors and it ends in a confession? Thank you so much and have an amazing day!! 💖

cherry skies

pairings: kageyama tobio x gn!reader

summary: one fated festival is all it took for him to tell you he loved you.

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

a/n: my heart literally died writing this T-T he's so so adorable i actually live for soft kageyama... anyway, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it!

Sprawled on your bed, you wish your weekend could get more interesting. Both Kiyoko and Yachi are out for the weekend doing various things with their families, leaving you stuck at home with nothing to do. You consider texting one of the boys, like Daichi or Suga to see if they want to do anything, but you figure they’re doing something too. Opening your phone, you hover your finger over the call icon next to Tobio’s name, remembering how he said on Friday that he didn’t have any plans this weekend and would be doing nothing at home. You let out a groan and shut off your phone, chucking it into your pillow.

That would be weird. Randomly calling my crush to ask if he wants to do anything.

And a crush was an understatement. You had totally fallen for the raven-haired setter on the Karasuno boys volleyball team—and to make it worse, he’s your best friend. Your brother, Kinoshita, knows about your crush on Kageyama, he’s the one who’s always teasing you for falling in love in the first place.

What can I say, he’s probably just jealous because he’s such a loser. Idiot.

Feeling your phone buzz from under your pillow, you scramble forward and open it quickly, wanting in on any type of action before you go insane. Your face heats up when you see the message, and you immediately drop your phone as if it was on fire.

Tobio: Hey, y/n. The cherry blossom festival is happening today, do you want to go with me? Apparently, they have some really good food trucks there.

Is this real? God must really be on my side today.

You frantically type out a message, trying not to sound different in case he can tell how excited you are.

Y/n: Hey Tobio! I’d love to go… you know how much I love food 😋 I can meet you at the park in 10?

You literally saw him yesterday when you went out to get snacks together. Get a grip, y/n.

You groan into your hands, feeling a pang in your heart that he wants to do something like this with you. Normally, the two of you would just spend hours upon hours together at his house binging your favorite tv shows or stuffing your faces with food while practicing volleyball. But never before has he invited you to something like a festival. In your heart, it almost feels like a date. It is the most beautiful festival of the year, after all. So maybe something will happen? You glance down at your phone when another message comes through.

Tobio: Sounds good, I’ll see you in a bit 😄

Leaping out of your bed with a newfound energy, you scramble towards your closet, opening it and scanning through the disaster of clothes. You’re determined to find the perfect outfit; this is a one in a lifetime opportunity.

Definitely a step up from tv binging.

After searching for what feels like forever, you finally settle on a pair of dark jeans, white shoes, and a soft grey hoodie. Leaving your hair down, you grab your phone, wallet, and keys before bursting out of your room and running downstairs.

“Oi, idiot. Where are you going now?” Kinno looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Just to the cherry blossom festival happening today.” He hums in understanding before asking the one question you hoped he wouldn’t.

“Who are you going with?” A pink tint appears on your cheeks, and you look at the floor.

“Tobio...” Your brother wolf whistles and turns back to the TV.

“Go ahead, but be back by midnight. And no funny business. Just because you’re best friends doesn’t mean you can just do whatever.” You roll your eyes at his statement, but thank him quickly before slipping into your shoes and practically running out of the house. Checking your phone, you have 3 minutes to get to the park. Seeing as you live relatively close, you should make it just on time. Turning the last corner before the park, your face immediately lights up seeing the scenery.

Beautiful cherry trees line the pathways in the park, the soft pink blossoms getting caught in the wind and gently floating through the sky. A little way into the park, there are multiple food trucks set up, the aroma of different foods and baked goods making its way to your nose. And to top it all off in a final accent of beauty—the grey stone fountain in the centre, crystal clear water gushing over the carved bricks and occasionally splashing over the edge.

“Oi, y/n. What are you just staring out into space for?” An arm drops over your shoulder, and your face heats up from the familiar voice.

“Oh, hey Tobio-chan.” You don’t know what’s gotten into you, it’s like you’re speaking to him for the first time.

“C’mon, let's go for a walk. Don’t want to miss any of this.” He grabs onto your hand with a grin and drags you towards the entrance to the park, and your brain goes into overload because he’s holding your hand.

He’s holding my hand.

“Hey, stop spacing out, I don’t want you to go home not remembering a moment of this.” You snap out of your trance and nod once with a smile, present again as Kageyama takes you off on your adventure.

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“Ah! I’m so full!” You stretch your legs out in front of you, careful not to trip anyone from where you’re sitting on a bench. Tobio nudges your shoulder and you turn to look at him, and he’s holding out his last takoyaki in his chopsticks.

“Here. Last one.” You go to take the chopsticks from him, but he moves his hand so you miss.

“Open.” You open your mouth reluctantly and Kageyama places the octopus ball in your mouth, trying to hide his blush, and you let the deliciousness hit your tongue.

“Man, I think this is the best takoyaki I’ve ever had,” you say with a stuffed mouth. Loud popping sounds interrupt your train of thought, and your eyes immediately look to the now dark sky, where bright and colourful fireworks light up the great expanse. You leap to your feet, grasping Kageyama’s hand and leading him over to the fountain excitedly, where there’s a gap in the trees allowing you to see the sky clearly.

“Woahhh!!! It’s so pretty!” You go to drop Kageyama’s hand, but he doesn’t let go, intertwining your fingers with his. Looking over at him with confusion, a blush spreads across your cheeks when you see the content smile on his face.

“Y/n…” His eyes move away from the colourful sky to look at you. “I like you...no…” He shakes his head with a chuckle and turns to face you fully.

“I love you.” Your eyes widen in shock, and before your body can process what’s happening, you take a step forward and wrap your arms around Kageyama, pressing your lips into his. Shocked but relieved, he holds you close as fireworks erupt in the sky and in both your hearts.

“I love you too, Tobio.”