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rinrinx2 · 2 years ago

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The other woman

Alone

Nanami x reader (Gojo x reader)

Summary: The other woman may please your husband but you have his heart and what a better way than breaking his all in the name of revenge

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, adultery, mentions of depression, semi-smut, language, Mature themes.

All text in this font indicates Mistress (Y/N) P.O.V as well as when she speaks.

All text in this font indicates Wife (Y/N) P.O.V as well as when she speaks.

The Other Woman Masterlist

“You sure about this?” Gojo asked as he held you hand, looking at you with those cerulean blue eyes that you once feared would hold a lonely void of an empty was now filled with the warmth of something you never knew you craved so badly.

“I’m positive” you replied, slipping the divorce papers back into their envelope.

That Wednesday afternoon you had sent that envelope that held your future, it was also the last time you ever saw that envelope again.

That slightly creased envelope that was labelled to Nanami, that you had sent 5 years ago never returned. You never received any indication if he had received it or not, and as much as it was a relief to not hear back from him as if his reign of torture was finally over, apart of you ached for him to disagree, to come storming back to you asking for one more chance even if you would reject it. Just some sign that maybe deep down inside he cared even a little for you.

But Nanami never came storming to you, banging onto your apartment door, he never called or sent a message and you never bothered to reach out to him either. It was as if a mutual agreement had been made between the two of you, one that the two of you did not need to talk about. That Nanami would leave your life and you would not follow him as you once did.

It hurt in the beginning of course, you were so accustomed to having someone, even if they weren’t an active member in your life, you no longer would refer to him as your husband or your ex-husband he was just Nanami.

But your pain was not left for you to suffer alone through as Gojo was by your side, day and night. Coming over to your apartment with you favourite childhood snacks and cheesy rom-com movies that you would complain about but enjoyed watching, and in those moments with Gojo the pain in your heart didn’t feel that bad anymore.

Your affections for Gojo was always present in your heart, a special place was always kept for him, ever since he offered you that job as his personal assistant; and you could feel as that place in your heart for him began to grow until eventually all your heart was filled with affections towards the white haired man.

It was only natural that when the time arose that you would move in with him, to share one living space. Enjoy each other presence as much as possible, you and Gojo spent as much time together like any two people who were in love would and it didn’t matter that the two of you were unable to put that love on paper. You and Gojo didn’t need to be married in the eyes of the law, to understand how much you cared for another.

Secret ceremonies in secluded parts of Okinawa were to know your love for one another as you would exchange the words of pure love and rings to go along with them.

When Tatsu and Takato found out that they would be moving in with Gojo they were ecstatic. They would get to spend as much time as they wanted with their friends now, being able to just walk into he next room and talk to them all night long if they pleased.

But as much as the boys loved staying with Gojo and being apart of this new family apart of them longed the life they had before this. Tatsu missing when the three of you would sit at the dinner table and eat ramen as an easy dinner back in Aichi. Tatsu understood that this life you were currently living was what he always wanted for his mother, for her to be happy whether it would be happiness found in another or not.

Takato was not to far off from Tatsu’s feelings. Every time he felt those nostalgic feelings of a memory, he would become upset at himself, feeling bad for his selfishness that he clings onto the past, and that a part of him was always secretly hoping that his mother and father would somehow end up together again. He knew what his father had done was unforgivable and that you had every right to not forgive him and move forward with your life, but he would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t want to have his childhood dream of having his father and mother together again.

“Sometimes I wish Dad never fucked up so that we could have a normal family” Takato whispered to himself barely above a whisper, one Monday morning before school, as he and Tatsu walked side by side on the icy pavement. Tatsu kept his gaze on the ground taking a shaky breath as Takato’s words met his ears.

She patiently waited for Nanami to come back, for him to come looking for her as he did before. That he would tell her to stop acting childish and for her to get in the car so that they would go to the apartment, where they’d have makeup sex, the best kind of sex, where Nanami wasn’t to rough or to gentle. Makeup sex always felt like passionate love making that what she assumed married people must do on their honeymoons, something she hoped she would have with Nanami.

She waited for Nanami, until her patience ran thin and she messaged him over and over again till her fingers hurt and called him till that ringing noise was permanently playing in her ears, going as far as going to his apartment.

“Nanami!” she called out as she knocked on the door like a mad woman. Knocking non-stop till the door came flying open.

Revealing a tall man with black hair and rectangular glasses. His aura much different from Nanami, as he stood in the doorway of what you assumed was still Nanami’s apartment.

“Is Nanami home?” you asked nervously as you twiddled with your fingers.

“Nanami? I’m sorry but no one by that name resides here” the man said as he closed the door before you could ask another question.

Watching as the door came closing in front of your face, the door you remembered making love against on the other side, the door that hid your secret affair with Nanami from his wife was now closing right in front of you. You felt as your throat began to tighten and you knees felt as if they were going to buckle in as the realization washed over you that Nanami had abandoned you, and now you would have to abandon the dream you had that you would be his. That you would become Mrs Nanami, that the two of you would be able to start a life on your own.

Your mind began to race coming up with assumptions on why he had abandoned you, ranging from he had gone back to his wife that maybe he had finally seen her worth and had gone back to the life he had before meeting you.

‘No’ your mind shouted at you.

‘He can’t be back with her, his probably with some other woman’ your mind screamed at you causing the tears you held back to spill as you cried in front of the apartment you once deemed as home.

“He can’t love another woman, he can’t. I’m supposed to be the other woman” you wailed out as you threw yourself to the floor crying like a child that had just lost its favourite toy.

You starred at the booth that Nanami sat in that faithful day when he gave you his number, starring at it hoping that by some miracle Nanami would come in and ask for black coffee. That he’d come back to you.

But it was already five years since you had last seen Nanami, five years since he came to your apartment telling you to come back with him only for you to push him away, still the biggest regret of your life. As your life without Nanami was hard, extremely hard. You had to start acquiring a normal job again, no longer having the luxury of living off Nanami’s wealth.

Your love life was no better as well, as no successful man dared to come near you. You had forgotten how easily men got away with cheating and how women were left with the brunt of it. No man with a decent job would even approach you, as you were labelled as nothing more than a mistress. A woman who men would fill their free time with, even if that wasn’t true and the only man you entertained was Nanami, you had no one to defend you against these claims, so you suffered the consequences of it.

The once young and woman, who had the world at her feet was now a carved-out shell of the woman she once was. He eyes that were once filled with hope were now empty orbs that lived day to day, no longer believing that a miracle would save her. Forever trapped in her own personal hell, the one she created herself by being the other woman.

You forgot how busy Shibuya crossing was in the late afternoon, as people would be coming back from work and attempting to quickly travel back to their homes, but not Gojo as he was in yet another late shift at the office stuck reorganizing the same files over and over again as his secretary had messed them up again for the second week now.

And you just as the week before were currently on your way to help him, as you knew how much he disliked staying late and not being able to spend time with the kids and you.

‘I have to make it to dinner, it’s the most important meal of the day cause I get to hear about everyone’s day’ you recalled Gojo’s words causing a smile to stretch across your face as you continued walking.

So, lost in your thoughts that you weren’t paying attention to where you walking till you straight into another person. Your face clashing with their chest.

“I’m sorry” the other person said as they quickly reached down to grab the papers that fell out of their hands.

“No it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking” you replied as you were now also crouching down grabbing at the pages before they had the chance to fly away.

The person who collided with stood their feet stuffing the lose pages into their briefcase while you collected the last of the pages scattered on the ground.

“Here” you said handing the pages to the person, with your gaze still fixed on the ground trying to see if you had missed retrieving any page.

“Thank you” the person said as you looked up coming eye to eye, with man you thought you’d never see again.

Nanami Kento.

Your eyes remain locked onto Nanami’s, as images of the two of you flashed before your mind, images of the two of you cuddle up in bed, with your first child, enjoying your second child birthday, having family lunch and many more imagery played in the fore front of your mind.

“Thank you (Y/N)” Nanami said as he broke the eye contact turning away, while you stood still, your mind still trying to figure what had just occurred and what was supposed to happen next.

But before your mind could give you the answer your mouth was already speaking.

“Nanami” you called out loud enough to get him to turn around, his attention once again on you.

And your mouth quickly regretted not thinking before acting as you had no idea what to do after regaining his attention.

You starred at Nanami, while your mind wracked for something to say anything. Watching as Nanami starred at you, his gaze slightly softening as it looked like he bit down on words.

But before you could think of anything Nanami began to speak.

“(Y/N) are you free now?” Nanami asked hesitantly,` his question taking you aback slightly, as it was not what you expected him to say.

“I – urhm- yeah” you replied sloppily as you decided to take the opportunity as your mind had finally settled and the happy thoughts of you and Nanami were tucked in the back parts of your mind and now the painful memories of how he had treated you 5 years ago crept into the forefront. Taking the opportunity as you would finally be able to ask him why he never sent those divorce papers back.

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You sat awkwardly across from Nanami at some coffee shop you had hastily walked into, as your mind had finally come down to its full senses.

You starred at Nanami, watching as he starred at the coffee in front of him while you fiddled with a sugar packet. This went on for awhile until finally you heard Nanami say your name for the second time in that hour.

“(Y/N)”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything, everything that I put you and the boys through”

You starred at Nanami watching as he swallowed hard, while he tried keeping eye contact with you as his apology replayed in your head.

“Nanami, some apology on some random Wednesday afternoon 5 years later isn’t going to fix anything or heal anyone’s heart” you said matter-of-factly, stating the honest truth.

“I know but I thought I’d at least give it a shot” Nanami said as he reached for his coffee take a gulp of it.

You looked at Nanami and then at the door the two of you walked into, your mind telling you to leave as it was pointless to sit and speak with a man who had stayed the same throughout these five years, but as you were about to reach for your bag you stopped yourself, allowing yourself to ask that question that always sat in the back of your mind.

“Why didn’t you sign those divorce papers and send them back to me?”

Nanami’s eyes looked down for a moment as if trying to process your question, before looking back up at you.

“I wasn’t ready to get divorced”.

“Are you ready now?” You asked your eyes starting him down waiting for any sign of an answer to appear.

Nanami broke his gaze off of you as he looked down mouth open as you waited patiently for an answer.

“I remember the morning I received that letter, with the divorce papers in. I remember how I felt when I held them in my hands. I felt so anxious it was like apart of me wanted to be a free man and another part desperately clung onto the life I had with you, and then all those emotions I had while I was with you came rushing forward. The day I met you, the day I asked you to marry me, our wedding day, when you told me you were pregnant with Tatsu, when Takato took his first step. Do you remember the week after we met, I came to your house with five bouquets because I wanted to impress you” Nanami said with a sigh of content as he recalled the memory as he looked down at the black coffee.

“Signing those divorce papers would of meant I was erasing that past, so no I’m not ready yet. I’m sorry” Nanami said as he starred back at his reflection in the black coffee.

“That’s very selfish of you, you know” you replied honestly, as you looked at him.

“I know, I’ve realized I’m a selfish man. I wanted you for myself but at the same time I wanted other things as well”.

You sat quietly letting Nanami’s words sink in, a silence washing over the two of you as you tried to comprehend his words, until Nanami began to speak again.

“I did cheat on you, I know you’ve always wanted me to admit this. I know I denied it for so long but I was a coward then, I was ashamed of who I was but not anymore I can be honest about it now. I shared a bed with other women, and I use to blame my fathers affairs for making me that type of man, but I’ve come to realize that others can’t be blamed for my own actions. I slept with those girls because I wanted to be desired by someone younger, to feel like I was still wanted at my age. I’m sorry for that”.

“You don’t need to keep apologizing” you said as you held back tears, as you kept your gaze down.

“I know I don’t but I want to, I’m not apologizing to try and gain sympathy. I don’t want you to live through life thinking that I never felt bad for what I had done, like I never suffered from my actions. Because I can assure you I did, I was in hell for these past five years. I barely slept in the beginning the thoughts of what I had done kept me awake day in and out. I hated myself more than anyone else. I felt like everything beautiful and pure I encounter I destroy, that’s why I never reached out to you or the boys again, whatever happiness the three of you found I didn’t want to ruin it again”.

“I’m honestly a miserable man, I don’t even know why you agreed to see me again”.

“I guess I missed seeing you” you said now looking up at Nanami, feeling as the tears ran down your cheeks.

“As well as to ask that question” you said with a little chuckle trying to lighten the mood, as you wiped your tears away.

“I’m glad to have seen you again” Nanami said as he reached for his briefcase, standing up as he readied himself to leave.

“Nanami” you said as you called out to him just as he did to you earlier on. Nanami looked at you with softened eyes as he patiently waited for you to speak.

“I think you should see the boys, maybe spend some time with them. I know they won’t admit it, but they miss you. I can tell”.

“The boys hate me” Nanami said as it was his turn to awkwardly laugh.

“They do, trust me. Even if all you do is apologize to them, they would appreciate it”.

You knew your sons better than anyone in the world, it wasn’t long for you to realize their slow melancholic attitude. From being once excited to having what you would assume is a completed family, but you were unsure if what they longed for was the life the three of you shared before meeting Gojo or if they wanted was what they thought they would have had in Aichi was Nanami being a father figure.

“If you really changed how you’ve claimed then I think the boys deserve an apology as well, not just me alone” you said as you stood up, giving Nanami one final glance before leaving the coffee shop.

“What took you so long?” Gojo asked with his head peaked up from where he sat hunched over his desk.

“I just ran into an old acquaintance” you replied as you walked over to him placing a soft kiss on his pouty lips, before he looked back down at the page he was reading.

You walked over to the other side of his desk, grabbing at a stack of papers that you would file and organize away, but just as you grabbed the pages you heard Gojo’s voice.

“Was it him?”

You stood still now, hands grazing over the pages as the question settled in your mind.

‘Was it him?’

It was simple question, yet the weight it held over you was intense. You didn’t wan to make Gojo feel as if you’d betray his trust, but lying about seeing would be exactly that ‘betraying his trust’. So, you did what felt right and what you’d hope Gojo would do if he was in a similar situation.

“Yes” you replied simply, grabbing the stack of paper as you made your way to your designated spot on the office floor where’d you had been filing for the past week.

“I think you should take his offer” Gojo said casually as if he wasn’t talking about the man who caused you literal hell.

“What offer?”

“I thought he was going to ask you to lunch, along with the boys”

“He didn’t ask me anything along those lines” you replied trying you best to move past the topic.

“How do you know about this?”

Gojo let out that iconic laugh as he took off his glasses, his gaze going to your figure on the floor that had a curious expression etched onto it.

“Nanami called your phone two weeks ago, trying to get in contact with you, but you weren’t home when he called so I picked up and obviously I first told him to go fuck himself but then I decided to hear him out. I think he wants one more chance, I am obviously against the idea itself of you ever going back to that scumbag. But I want your heart to be fully healed as well as the boys, I know that they’ve been trying to deal with this internal conflict of Nanami, trying to make sense in their mind that if he was a better father you’d be a happy family. So, I want this for you and the boys to heal your hearts so that we can be a happy family, you know”.

You quickly stood up walking back to where Gojo sat at his desk, as you wrapped your arms around his sitting figure. Hugging him tightly. Gojo was one of the most kindest caring man you had ever met.

“But I understand if you decide to go back to him, I mean technically he still is your husband. I mean like by the law his your husband” Gojo said with a slight snicker, but you knew he was being sincere, hiding the hurt of the thought of you going back to Nanami as a joke to spare his feelings.

“You are incredible Satoru Gojo” you said placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah I know I’ve been told before … guess I’ll have to go phone that fucker later and say you’ll be seeing him for lunch”.

You sat awkwardly at the table, Tatsu on your right and Takato on your left with Nanami opposite you. Having your whole ‘family’ together was something you were never expecting again in your life. The appetizers sat untouched on the table as your sons starred at each other, when you had informed them about what would be happening there was little resistance, a sign that they wanted to heal from their hurt.

“Why don’t you try the bread” Nanami said as he passed it over to Tatsu, who simply looked down at the breadbasket his father held in front of him before looking off to the side, not acknowledging his father any longer.

There was an awkward silence as Nanami reclined his hand back, placing the breadbasket back on the table. Tatsu head was turned to the side looking down to the floor and Takato starred down at the table hiding an expression you couldn’t decipher.

“Why now?” Takato asked as he snapped his head up now starring Nanami dead in the eyes, your once meek son had grown into a headstrong young man.

“I just wanted to take use for lunch” Nanami replied in that stoic tone that had Takato irritated.

“You wanted to have lunch with us five fucking years later”.

“Why now, why decide to be a father now?” Tatsu asked as his eyes met Nanami’s as well, his eyes held the same dead expression that Nanami once had for his sons.

“I’ve realized that what I have done, neglecting you and Takato as well as your mother was wrong of me and I want to right my wrong doings”

“You think you can just decide to come back and be forgiven” Takato laughed out at his father ridiculous request.

“We know what you put mom through, with the cheating and the lying, making it believe it all’s her fault”

“Treating us like shit so that you could go play housey with some woman to make you feel happy” Takato said with venom, watching as each word wounded Nanami.

“I know I’ve made mistakes in the past but I’ve been bettering myself and I’ll continue to do so, I’m not asking for your forgiveness”

“Then what are you asking for?” Tatsu asked.

“Another chance”.

“How did it go?” Gojo asked watching as you, Tatsu and Takato entered.

“Just know we might not ever be able to eat at that restaurant again” you giggled out as you walked over to Gojo placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Why what happened?” Gojo asked looking over at the boys.

“Tatsu punched Nanami in the face, shit was hilarious you should’ve been there dad” Takato laughed out. Gojo’s heart sped up at the mention of the term of endearment. ‘Dad’ he was Takato and Tatsu’s dad and they saw him as there father, something Gojo had been dreaming of.

“Is your hand okay, Tatsu?” Gojo asked now walking over to Tatsu to examine his hand.

“It fine, Dad. I can handle the hits I hand out” Tatsu said in a cocky tone.

“You’re just like ya old man” Gojo commented at Tatsu’s remark.

“Why don’t you boys go help Itadori and Megumi, theyre busy moving around Itadori’s room furniture”

“That’s like the fifth time this week” Takato said as he walked in the direction of Itadori’s room.

You laughed at your sons comment, watching as the two of them walked to Itadori’s room till they were out of view. Now turning your attention to Gojo.

“So, what now?” Gojo asked looking down at you.

“Now we get married legally” you said flashing him the divorce papers signed as your face shone with a toothy grin.

You hadn’t heard from Nanami again after that, he had removed himself from both your life and your son’s never reappearing again, having to live with the fact that he had ruined the most precious thing in his life. As much as you hated the idea of someone suffering you revelled in the fact that Nanami’s was suffering, that he would have to wake up alone every morning with no wife or kids to keep him company only the lonely thoughts of how he destroyed the one happy thing he had in his life for short lived pleasure.

Nanami was alone.

As for you, you and Gojo could officially be married legally, with you becoming Mrs Gojo. Tatsu and Takato now having a father figure that wanted to be present in their lives, enjoying each other’s company as well as receiving three new siblings as well. Tatsu and Takato were grateful for seeing their father for that one eventful lunch as they were able to find clarity, no longer having thoughts of doubt or melancholy, as they were finally being appreciated by both a mother and a father.

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You watched as Gojo, Tatsu and Itadori attempted to build a crib, reading the instructions for what must have been the fifth time.

“You guys aren’t reading it properly” Gojo said as he grabbed the discarded instructions on the floor reading over them once again.

“You’ve gotta use your intuition about stuff like this” Itadori said as he picked up another piece of wood shoving it into whatever place he thought it had to be.

“See its working”.

“Yeah Itadori’s right, we’re nearly finished again” Tatsu said as he examined the crib.

“Well I guess you boys are right” Gojo said as he stood back now examining their work, but just before they could bathe in the hard work, the crib came undone as planks of wood clutterd to the ground causing you to wince.

“There is no way Mom is going to let the baby lay in that thing” Tsukumi commented as she sat beside you watching as what was suppose to be a crib lay on the floor in shambles.

“The time they figure out how to assemble this crib the baby will already be here” Megumi commented as he stood beside the couch watching as they struggled.

“If its so easy why don’t you do it” Tatsu said.

“Fine I will” Megumi said as he walked over to where the crib was supposed to be standing as he grabbed the instructions from Gojo reading them.

“You idiots you didn’t use any screw or nails to keep the wood in place” Megumi commented.

“We don’t have screwdriver, so we couldn’t use the nails and screws. Takato went to go get one” Itadori said looking at Megumi.

“I got the screw driver” Takato said as you heard the front door open, watching as your son waltzed in with the smallest screw driver imaginable.

“Now how are use going to use that” Tsukumi commented looking at the miniature screwdriver.

“Don’t worry toots, us boys have it under control” Takato said as he handed the screwdriver over to Gojo, causing Tsukumi to roll her eyes.

“Just let me fix this” Tsukumi said as she stood up joining them as they attempted to assemble the crib.

You watched as you children bickered amongst each other causing you to giggle.

“Mom this isn’t a laughing matter” Itadori stated causing everyone to look at you.

“Yeah (Y/N) we need to get this crib ready before Gojo junior comes out” Gojo said seriously.

“Okay my bad, I wont laugh at your efforts” you said trying your best to hide your giggles.

“Thank you, Mom” Megumi said turning his attention to the instructions as everyone congregated around him to read it.

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“I’m so glad we got that crib done today” Gojo said as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Use really put your all into making that crib” you said turning to face Gojo.

“You think she’ll be here soon?” Gojo asked as he placed his hand on your eight-month bump that continued to grow.

“It won’t be too long till she’s with us”.

“I’m glad cause you can barely walk”.

“I can walk, I can do a lot if stuff still Gojo” you said with fake anger in your voice.

“Oh really, so since you can do so much why don’t we try making another one” Gojo said as his hands came to the hem of your panties.

“That’s not how it works Gojo”.

“Well it was worth a shot” Gojo said laughing out as his hands came back around your waist cuddling into you.

You smiled watching as Gojo held onto you tight, causing a smile to form. You had everything you wanted in a marriage, a loving husband and wonderful children. You were finally free from heartache and despair, going from a woman who was constantly plagued with the thoughts of another woman to being a woman who was expecting her third child. These thoughts alone causing a massive smile to stretch across your face.

“I love you ,Satoru”.

“I love you more, (Y/N)”

Alternative ending (Nanami happy ending)

“Dad can you pass on the salt” Takato asked, as you watched Nanami reach for the salt shaker.

“Thanks Dad” Takato said as he took the salt shaker from his father.

You smiled at the sight before you, your husband and two sons sitting at the kitchen table like you had always dreamed of, without the fear or lingering thoughts that another woman plagued your lives. It was only you, your husband and your son’s now. The life that Nanami had promised the three of you at that eventful lunch.

Nanami had kept all his promises, as he remained a dutiful loyal husband and well as a caring and present father. It wasn’t always as he was now, as both you and your sons had to overcome many difficulties to get where use were now; having to trust that your husband would keep his word and you were grateful that you believd in him that he would as you finally lived the life you would dream of in those teary nights.

“Hey Mom, we’re going to go to Megumi’s later” Tatsu said as he took a bite oh his food.

“Yeah, Gojo got him a new game console and we’re going to check it out” Takato added.

You smiled at the mention of Gojo’s name, he was one of the kindest men you had met to allow you to go back to your husband. Even after sharing special moments with Gojo, you knew deep within that your heart still longed to be with Nanami and you were grateful that Gojo cared for you enough to allow you to go back to Nanami without judgment, going as far as still being your friend. Even if you didn’t see Gojo often as you once did you were grateful for everything he had done for both you and Tatsu and Takato and as much as Nanami would not admit it he too was grateful for Gojo as he allowed the stoic man to realize the worth of his wife.

You and Nanami watched as your sons left for the evening, leaving the evening for the two of you to enjoy each other company.

“So, what do you want do, my love?” Nanami asked as he looked at you with smile.

“I don’t know maybe something that doesn’t involve so much clothes” You replied as you walked over to the bedroom dragging Nanami along with you.

“I didn’t know my wife was so naughty”.

You eyes rolled to the back as you felt Nanami thrust into you over and over again, like a pussy drunk man. Feeling as his hips met down with yours while the fat tip of his cock nudged up against the sensitive spongy spot deep within.

“Shit you feel so good” Nanami moaned out as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

You could feel your orgasm approach, as your walls began to push out against Nanami causing him to only shove his cock deeper inside you.

“Nanami” you moaned as your nails dug deep into his back.

“Cum for me” Nanami said feeling as your walls pulsated around his cock, as he felt the semen in his shaft drip out into your pussy just waiting to shoot into you.

You screamed Nanami’s name over and over again until the burning sensation within came to a stop, feeling as you pussy spasmed around Nanami’s cock as it tried to suck him in further.

“Shit” Nanami said as you walls clamping so tightly down on him became to much, Nanami thrusted one last time before he felt his cum filled balls release inside of you, feeling as hot rope of warm semen shot deep within your pussy.

Nanami took deep breathe trying to calm himself after such an intense orgasm, his eyes looking at you watching as you starred at him with stars in your eyes.

“You, okay?” Nanami asked with his cock still buried inside you. You nodded in agreement causing Nanami to let a sigh of relief out.

Nanami carefully pulled out of you letting out a groaned as he slipped out of your warm walls. He watched as a wave of cum dripped out of you pussy.

“If you don’t fall pregnant after tonight then ill be surprised” Nanami commented as he lied down beside you pushing the damp hair from your face as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You looked at Nanami with so much love in your eyes, as you savoured your moment together.

“I’m sorry” Nanami said as he continued to look you in your eyes.

“You don’t need to apologize” you said with a giggle as everyday Nanami would say sorry to you for his past actions.

“I have to till the day I die” Nanami said as he his arms now came around your waist holding you closely to his chest.

“I never want to lose you again (Y/N)” Nanami said as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’ll always be my woman”.

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Thank you all so much for the love , support , analysis and memes for the other woman, its truly been amazing to write this. Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy this last chapter and that this satisfies both the gojo and nanami stans.

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xiaonesis · 2 years ago

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Soft Serve 13 // Flavor 1

Flavor 1: Rainbow Sherbet (Suna x Reader)

Tags: Romance, Fluff, Awkward Romance, Summer Romance, Growing & Learning, Miscommunication

A/N: I started writing this more than half a year ago and decided to pick it back up and finish it but I forgot where I was going with it. I initially wanted to write something more light and introspective, on the pains of growing up and the awkwardness and inability to communicate many of us have, as this fic is partly based off real life experiences, and thus it is a slightly personal fic to me as I reflected on my own past, experiences, and regrets, and hopefully, growth. Then, I had a breakdown and lost the plot lmao. Anyways, have this melting cone of chaos and idk's.

(This fic is cross-posted to my AO3)

Suna Rintarou doesn’t believe in love at first sight.

He thinks that people who fall head over heels for someone at first glance are fools. Love is something that is grown into, to be slowly nurtured with time and dedication. To his logic-based brain, the entire idea of smashing head first into love at a glance is ludicrous, like a bad car crash where you never see it coming until it's too late. And that doesn’t sound very pleasant, does it?

But you know what else they say about love at first sight?

That everyone becomes a believer when it happens to them.

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Suna first meets you in his hometown of Aichi in the summer of his fifteenth year.

He is there for summer break, helping out at his uncle’s ice-cream shop a stone’s throw away from the nearest beach. He didn’t want to be but his parents had insisted, claiming that it would be good for him to spend time with his grandmother and uncle.

Had he been given the choice, he would be spending his break lazing at home playing video games instead of being dressed in this ridiculous pink and yellow striped ice-cream boy cap and uniform, scooping out cones of ‘Soft Serves With A Smile.’ He’d rather be slamming hard serves into the twins that made it onto the same volleyball team as him.

AC doesn’t even exist in the shop as a silver lining. There are only three fans on maximum power, twisting and churning air as they swivel. With the unbearable heat amplifying his discomfort, days at his seaside hometown pass slowly, thick and syrupy from dawn to dusk.

It doesn’t feel like summer at all.

That all changed the day the shop bell chimed and you walked in.

“Welcome to Soft Serve 13–”

People often say that love at first sight is similar to a lightning strike, fast and purple hot. But there was no purple summer lightning electrifying him, no volcanic eruption setting his heart on fire for Suna.

There is only a great void, white and silent, that descended upon his mind unforeseen; a tsunami that crashes down his frozen body, washing away all sensible thought and bodily functions before leaving him stranded on unknown, pristine shores.

For the next twenty seconds that stretches like a lifetime as he is caught in his first glance of you, Suna is suspended in that void. White sand in his ears, and his eyes sees nothing and everything simultaneously in an ivory world.

(It feels exactly like the moments before a car crash where life flashes by in a white blind)

Suddenly, his hand is freezing hot and Suna is dragged from that sandy void.

“Shit–”

Dulcet chocolate covers his hand, trickling from the melted cone he was supposed to hand to the perturbed, waiting customer in front of him. Uttering a quick string of apologies, Suna sets about serving a fresh cone whilst enduring your barrage of giggles as you wait next in line, his face hotter than summer itself.

The door chimes again, and he is left alone with you in this tiny, humid shop with fans blowing revoltingly loud and you’re still grinning teasingly – blinding – at him. He pulls his stupid pink and yellow cap down over his eyes.

“If mine melts, can I get a free scoop?”

‘No,’ his mind says but his mouth fires off a “Yes.”

He didn’t think it was possible for your smile to grow any wider. Windchimes jingle in the timbre of your pleased laughter, not expecting his answer. “Guess I’ll have to make sure to distract you long enough for it to melt,” you chirp, browsing the display with an impish smirk.

Suna knows right away he wouldn’t mind getting ice-cream all over his hand again if it means you’ll stick around longer.

By the Gods , was he always this much of a chump?

He’s not a casanova (that’s Atsumu’s shtick), but Suna never gets nervous around the opposite sex, and he likes to think he can pull in girls if he wants to. However, between school, games, and volleyball, there was no space for romance in his life yet Suna finds himself pulling and fanning at his collar as he tries to maintain eye contact with you. He’s strangely nervous and it shows in the way he continuously drums his fingers on glass.

Suna never talks to customers beyond what is necessary but he continuously finds ways and topics to keep you around. Usually, he works fast to have all his customers served so that he may return to his phone. Yet, thirty minutes has passed since you entered the store and you’re still standing without a cone in your hand and he’s leaning across the glass, handing you your thirteenth free taste.

In that period, he’s found out that you’re visiting the area with your mother for two weeks, that you’re his age, and attend school in Tokyo. And he’s shared that he’s originally from Aichi but goes to school in Hyogo, is working here for the summer, and this is his uncle’s shop. Favorite music, recommended sights and places, food, hobbies, and a slew of other random tidbits about each other were also mutually exchanged in between.

(He wonders if he can entice you to stay with the other flavors available.)

Another ten minutes later and you finally settle on a flavor, but Suna knows by that curl in your lips that’s been there since twenty-five minutes ago that you already knew what you wanted the moment you stepped foot into the shop.

“I’ll have Rainbow Sherbet.”

He makes a face. “I’m judging you.”

“It’s a good flavor!”

“It’s sour–”

“And sweet.”

“–and leaves this tart, prickly taste in your mouth. It’s terrible.”

“No it isn’t! Here, try some!” You bring a small spoonful to him.

“No–” he swats your hand, “I know what Rainbow Sherbet tastes like. I work here.”

You press against the glass– he’s going to have to clean it of your grubby hand prints later – but he doesn’t mind it one bit when he sees you straining over the display in an attempt to reach him. Honestly, if his uncle saw him now, he’d get an earful for ‘messing and flirting’ with a customer but Suna is unable to stop himself from gravitating towards your hand and the spoon pinched precariously between your fingers.

“Just try it!” you insist.

Suna frowns at your persistence, adjusting his cap with one hand as if he’s about to tell you off. But he tips it up instead, so that he has a clear view of you when he grabs your wrist and leans in to close his mouth around your spoon. His cheeks hollow and Suna sucks the sweet ice with an obnoxious slurp that has him smirking around the spoon and you, gaping.

Zesty lime and sour raspberry goes off like fireworks on the roof of his mouth before melting with a trail of fragrant pineapple on his tongue.

Your eyes widen, clearly not expecting him to do that, thinking that he would at least take the spoon from you first.

To be honest, Suna didn’t expect himself to do that either, especially not with the rapid pace of his heart. It’s worth it though, to see the obvious flush racing up your neck to fill your cheeks. It matches what is on his but he tells himself it’s the heat.

He releases the spoon with a pop but keeps his grip on your wrist. He can’t stop grinning but forces an impudent gag through the stretch of his cheeks.

“Yuck.”

He lets you go, fingers sliding soft on the back of your hand.

The spoon is brandished at him. “You liked it. Don’t lie. I also demand a free scoop.”

“But it didn’t melt?”

You stick your hand out and sure enough, there’s a trail of sticky green and orange running down your arm.

“You took too long,” you murmur, avoiding his eyes. “Could have just eaten it normally.”

Another smug smirk. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The fans are deafening but its winds are cool on his hotter-than-ever skin and lovely in the billow of your dress. The bell chimes and a gaggle of children rush into the store alongside a woman that taps your shoulder with a call of your name. He guesses that’s your mother, wondering where her daughter’s been for almost an hour.

He realizes then that neither of you introduced yourselves.

Your mother leaves and your eyes flicker to the tag pinned to a strip of pink right above his heart. “I will collect my free scoop tomorrow, Suna Rintarou.”

The promise of your return lingers in this tiny, breezy shop, and tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

It finally feels like Summer.

(And he’s on his way to a car crash)

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“Why here? There’s not much to do in Aichi in general, needless to say here.”

You shrug. “We just wanted some place a bit more slow, more relaxing, you know? My mum’s tired of the city and I don’t really mind. She’s paying for everything anyway.”

“Where would you choose to travel though?” He steals a spoonful of colorful ice-cream from your cup and you let him.

“Hmm, I don’t know for sure,” you muse. “Probably somewhere outside of Japan. I’ve always wanted to go abroad. What about you, if you’re not working here?”

He shrugs. “Nah, too much effort.”

“Can’t believe you got scouted for volleyball with that lazy-ass attitude.” You fling your crumpled tissue at him.

Suna catches it and shoots it straight into the bin without moving from his seat. “Work smarter not harder.”

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Two weeks whirl by quicker than a sunshower.

Suna spends it chatting with you during your frequent visits (your hotel isn’t too far) to the store, hanging with you at the beach (the one a stone’s throw away), and texting with you till late night in the comfort of his bed.

Your mother definitely gave him a few looks during the times she came to the store with you. Her flavor of choice is caramel coffee and yours, rainbow sherbet.

He gave her a free scoop once, and now she praises him, “You’re such a good kid,” every time before leaving. You’ll roll your eyes and he’ll give you a peace sign.

He stays in touch with you for the rest of summer break after you leave.

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When school restarts, the two of you are still in contact. You don’t use social media, but you’ll send him photos of your life in Tokyo and he’ll send you links to his posts and stories.

September wind blows and this gradually peters out in autumn as the Inarizaki High Volleyball Club shifts into full gear for Nationals in winter.

[Good luck preparing for Nationals! Maybe we can catch up in Tokyo when you’re here!]

He’s so tired from practice, he tells himself he will reply tomorrow. But Suna forgets, and he does reply, only two weeks later. Yours come in another week. Then his, the week after.

Eventually, rainbow sherbets and the girl he met over summer fades to the back of Suna’s mind, just as the last leaves of autumn sheds.

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It momentarily crosses his mind to contact you again, two nights before Nationals.

In the rush of prepping for the games and packing for the trip to Tokyo, it slips his mind until he’s standing outside the stadium gates. But they lose to Karasuno, and the message is never sent as he is once again packing to leave.

He suddenly feels like eating rainbow sherbets, but it’s too cold for ice-cream.

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The next time Suna sees you, it is once again in Aichi, in the summer of his sixteenth year.

He didn’t plan on coming back here, but after their loss at Nationals and the rigorous training in the following months, Suna decided he needs a break away from Hyogo and the goons he calls his teammates.

He definitely did not expect to see you again.

The sight of you, fingers waving timidly from the sunlit entrance accompanied by bell-chimes, melts the cone in his hand. A fuzzy, sticky repeat of last year.

He’s in that void again, where everything else seems to vanish and there’s hot sand in his ears, between his toes, warm wind in his stomach running up his throat– déjà vu has never felt more full yet it’s different. It’s the same blank space, only less… empty. Less white. There’s color to the sand this year, and he can hear rustling in trees that weren’t there before, only it’s not the wind but fans.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I had fun here last year so,” you shrug, small and shy, head tucked into yourself. “I asked my mum if we could visit again.” A finger twirls a lock of hair.

Suna’s heart leaps as his mind races, jumping and wondering if it was fun because of him because he remembers how you brought Summer into his August. Even if he hasn’t tasted rainbow sherbets since he last saw you, and cannot remember what you talked about under the cover of night and cotton sheets.

In a close replay of last year, Suna feels rejuvenated with your presence in this tiny, warm shop. The fans are a godsend.

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He wonders if he should apologize for not responding about Tokyo and his haphazard responses until that point. It’s probably weird to do that now.

You don’t mention it either so he figures it doesn’t matter.

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“I wondered if you would be here, but didn’t think that you actually would,” you say, licking at your rainbow sherbet. Typical.

“Me? I’m more surprised you’re here again. There’s nothing to do here.”

“That’s not true. My mum liked it. She likes that it’s close to the ocean but she can still hop on a train and go shopping.”

Suna side-eyes you with doubt but finds you facing him with a grin. His body naturally turns towards you.

“Besides, you’re here too!” you giggle, meaning nothing more than a joke easily said between friends. His chest thrums all the same and white shores seep into his vision.

Suna flicks your forehead in response.

“Hey–”

“Gimmie a bite.”

“I thought you hated rainbow sherbet!” you protest, but bring your cone up anyways.

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”

He grabs your wrist as if to steady the cone and prevent any attempt to smash the entire thing into his face. The way he looks at you, steady and unwavering, from underneath the hood of his uniform cap is telling you something else.

Cracks dance up the cone from where your fingers press tightly into the biscuit, raining crumbs onto the space between your bodies. Suna pulls back and you take a large bite opposite of where he sunk his teeth into yellow.

“Yep, it still sucks.”

His face scrunches and you punch his arm. At least he didn’t gag this time.

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Suna keeps in touch with you regularly through the year, until the following summer.

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On his seventeenth summer, Suna plans to go back to Aichi again. This time, he knows you will be there because the two of you planned it.

Now that you’re older, your mum is allowing you to travel on your own; she also trusts the ‘good kid’ to take care of her daughter, to your chagrin.

The Miya twins are constantly bothering Suna this year, wondering why he keeps going back to Aichi when all he’s done is complain about how boring it was in previous years– which it is, besides you. They’ve heard about you before though, the girl he met in the summer of two years ago.

“Ya’ know, she must really like ya’ if she’s goin’ all the way there again to visit ya,’” Atsumu comments, chomping on yakisoba bread. Osamu makes a garbled sound of agreement through his food.

“We’re just friends,” Suna says, face straight, but he wonders if you know how the world vanishes into nothing when he’s with you. He feels anxious merely thinking about it.

“Sure, friends,” Atsumu waggles his brows and Osamu nods.

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This year, his uncle invites you to join them for dinner at his grandmother’s home.

He’s spotted you a few times over the years, and gives Suna much grief about the girl his nephew's constantly loitering around with outside of work, and during work. He often says with a wink, “I’m paying you to work, not to flirt!”

Suna never says anything in response, only squints his eyes and shakes his head at the older man that acts younger than Suna himself; he knows he does the work expected of him even if he may slack here and there.

Dinner with his uncle, grandmother, and a cousin that decided to join them last minute is a simple yet loud affair.

Suna’s uncle is rowdy with a positive outlook on all things in life; says he chose to open an ice-cream shop because ice-cream makes everybody smile. His grandmother is along in years, silver crowning her demure frame and lovely smile. She absolutely adores you.

“I’ve never seen Rinrin bring a friend, much less a friend, around. You are his girlfriend, yes?”

Suna’s never had miso up his nostrils before but there we go. A first time for everything.

“Grandma–” he groans but says nothing more; doesn’t attempt to deny it, only glance at you snickering next to him. He notes with a little shake of his leg that you didn’t either.

(He’s overthinking, he’s assuming, he definitely is–)

It’s late when you finally leave, and Suna volunteers to walk you back to your lodge before his uncle can offer to drive you. He can feel their grins burning into his back as he puts on his shoes after you, and throws them an exasperated glare before the door closes.

“Your family is really nice.”

He rubs the space between his brows. “I’m glad they live here and not in Hyogo. They’re too much.”

“What are your parents like?”

“Like that . My mum had to get it from somewhere. My father’s quieter.”

You laugh and conversation flows easy as it always does when he’s with you. He doesn’t have to think about anything in particular; colors naturally flow to color the void without his intention. It’s all peaceful, the world vanishing and leaving a blank canvas that’s meant for you to cover with pale cream footprints, and greens, pinks, and oranges.

Night zephyrs slap a leaf onto your face and you throw it at Suna. A splotch of green spreads on the canvas.

You’ve long since walked by your lodge and Suna follows without question, trailing gravel crunching beneath your shoes and the ocean breeze in your hair. The stars are out in full force tonight but the brightest star is next to him, voice shimmering with August life.

His Summer.

The ocean, pulsating in deep indigo, stretches beyond concrete barriers erected on the road side.

Suna watches when you ignore the barrier’s sole purpose and climb onto it, inviting him to join you with the beckoning of your hand and a pat to the empty space next to you; a space he gladly fills.

“You don’t see stars like this in Tokyo,” you whisper, afraid of shattering the quiet seaside.

Suna takes his phone out, wiping at the black of his screen. You tilt your head, asking doubtfully if he can even snap a photo of the stars with that, but it changes to pleasant surprise when he flips the camera and shifts closer to you.

The dim light from a nearby lamp is barely enough to illuminate your features but if he squints and zooms in, barely – just barely –, you can make out the ridge of his nose below glinting chartreuse through prismatic noise. And Suna can somewhat trace your teeth glowing baby blue and the push of your cheeks.

“It’s so shit,” you guffaw, snatching his phone to zoom around your unrecognizable faces.

“It’s natural lighting. None of those disgusting filters you kids like to use.”

“We’re literally the same age!”

His phone is returned, and Suna’s fingers tap on the back of his case as he deliberates, jittery under the universe and you, wholly unaware of his nerves.

In another 3 hours, the sun will rise and when you finally stand, he finds the courage to blurt the words that have been spooling in his head since midnight.

(He wishes for a longer Summer with you)

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All the nervousness that hounded Suna when he invited you to the local fireworks festival a few nights ago? It’s all gone the moment he sees you in your yukata, the folding fan his grandmother lent you slipped neatly into your obi.

Never mind that you packed one for your trip. “Swimsuits are not the only essentials for a summer vacay~”

So you say. Suna isn’t complaining.

Festivals have never been his thing; it’s hot, humid, crowded– moist . Yet, he looked forward to this one with you. He’s never been to this festival until now, walking next to you with a cooler in his hand.

“What’s in there?” you peek curiously at the box, reaching for the clasp.

Suna lifts the box up high where your grubby hands are unable to grab them.

“Later.”

You pout; long fingers poke your cheeks but later comes sooner than you expected. Sitting on a green picnic sheet that has seen better days, Suna opens the box. A pint of rainbow sherbet beams from a bed of ice, to your great pleasure.

“I thought you hated rainbow sherbet!” you exclaim, heartily accepting the spoon he hands you.

Suna shrugs, struggling to keep his expression even at your simple joy. “It’s alright,” he says coolly, popping the lid off and letting you take the first scoop.

A triple-colored wave curls against your spoon just as the first boom goes off, splashing starlit skies with fiery flowers of red, green, and gold.

The plain skies above white shores he shares with you, too, are filled with bursts of rainbows.

(Perhaps it isn’t purple lightning. Instead, it is a pint of ice-cream between your bodies. Love at first sight is a trifecta of colors, exploding)

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“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Your jaw drops, not expecting that question from Suna Rintarou. Nonetheless, you pause, and Suna can see the gears churning in your head. He doesn’t know why, but he appreciates that; a certain pair of twins wouldn’t have given him the same courtesy.

When you finally answer, Suna leans in. “It’s hard to say for sure but I probably do.”

“Probably?”

“I mean, I don’t know if it is love at first sight, but maybe more like wanting to know a person more. Way more than other people, right away.”

Your answer, though not bad, makes Suna a tad nervous.

“It’s like discovering a new place, you know?” You nod to the world outside the shop window, sweltering in the unforgiving sun. “I didn’t think I would love this place the first time I came here. Now I’m here for the third year in a row!”

“With this shop or my hometown?” Suna wears a teasing smirk but it feels like he’s about to have a heart attack.

You smile furtively and Suna never gets an answer. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He very much does.

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On your last night in Aichi before you take Summer away with you, Suna unlocks the door to his uncle’s ice-cream shop. He has received express permission to “help yourselves” to a buffet of ice-cream as your farewell gift (until next year).

He’s never eaten so much ice-cream in one sitting before in his life, and likely, neither have you judging by the way you’re massaging your stomach. His own hurts, and the sugar running in his blood makes him want to grab your hand and run out onto the beach.

You groan, poking at the remains of your rainbow sherbet. “Rin~ help me finish this!”

His tongue juts out. “Ew, rainbow sherbet. No thanks.”

“Please! I’m struggling,” you bemoan, listlessly swallowing another spoonful.

Torn between sighing and chuckling at your torment, Suna moves his chair next to yours. His acquiescence revitalizes you, and you immediately bring your spoon up to feed him in a familiar repeat of the first time you met him.

And just like the first time, Suna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling the spoon– you– closer as he leans in. His palms burn like the mid-August sky over your midsummer skin.

His lips part.

Lime and raspberry. The sour taste makes him squint.

His expression makes you grin, causing the little stripe of green lime on the corner of your mouth to stretch.

It’s that damn stripe’s fault.

It compelled Suna, pulling him beyond the spoon falling loose in your hand to touch his lips on that stripe of green.

A soft taste of lime. Sour. It makes him squeeze his eyes shut, or so he tells himself.

It’s not the hard beating of his heart, the panic that lances him when he realizes what he has done, the fear of seeing your reaction and feeling your mouth tremble against his.

Surprise and nerves, he likes to think, and tells himself.

Suna keeps his eyes squeezed closed, the layer of sweat between where his hand meets your skin palpable as the damning taste of lime on both your lips.

Hours seemed to come and went in the seconds he allowed his hormones and stupid, summery feelings get the better of him and you only sat there, still and silent. Suna still has his eyes sewed shut, and can’t see your expression. He can’t see jack shit and the only thing telling him that you’re still there is the unbroken touch of your lips against his and your shaky, warm breaths.

It was only seconds but it felt like an eternity to Suna, before you finally moved and saved him from his spiraling mind and the awkwardness that was creeping upon him.

It’s tentative, unsure, and Suna wasn’t sure if he imagined it at first but there’s no mistaking the light press back and gods, Suna would have heaved in relief if he wasn’t still connected to you by the mouth, featherlight it may be.

At seventeen, you and Suna shared your first kisses with each other. It was awkward, weird, sticky and tasted like lime. Short. But sweet.

Perhaps rainbow sherbet isn’t as bad as he thought.

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He’s not sure why but in the weeks, then months, following that kiss– unaddressed, unspoken of henceforth– the two of you don’t speak as much anymore. The messages petered out like the end of a summer shower, muggy and uncomfortable, and clings to him long after summer and rain have gone.

The last exchange had been amiable.

‘Good night.’

Yet, it was excruciatingly hard picking it up again as the days slipped by.

The last of autumn’s leaves fall and Suna wonders if it would be strange suddenly messaging you out of the blue. He stares long at the ‘seen’ and timestamp from hotter days.

Gods, he’s seventeen and thinks it’d definitely be lame to do so. Besides, if you wanted to talk to him, you could always message him first too.

And you haven’t.

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You too, stare at the ‘seen’ and timestamp recollecting balmy days. With cheeks pressed deep into your arms and blankets wrapped tight all around against the encroaching winter, wondering what it’d feel like if it were the arms of a certain ice-cream shop boy instead.

But you’re seventeen and the future is scary and uncertain.

The letter confirming your acceptance to your chosen study abroad program peeks tauntingly at you from underneath stacks of books.

You were happy– still are– when you received the news back in July. You had planned to share that joy with Suna when you met him in Aichi in the summer. Yet, something held you back, kept the words from being spilled even as ice-cream melted and foolish secrets were shared under starry skies and blanket of waves.

You were resolved to tell him and had been prepared to do so on your last night in Aichi–

Then he kissed you. And you kissed back, with surprise and an elated heart.

And you didn’t say anything after that.

Stupid.

It’s all so silly. This crushing in your chest– you want to stay, to visit Aichi and see Suna again. You want to go, pursue your dreams and studies abroad as you have always planned before him and his damn pink-yellow cap ever appeared in your life.

You want more summer days with Suna, and autumn, winter, and spring! You want all the seasons with him, to explore this undeniable attraction but–

‘Good night.’

It’s been weeks since either of you said anything. They always say that if a guy truly likes you, he would reach out no matter what.

And he hasn’t.

You’re going abroad. You already know that, deep in your mind, despite what your young heart longs for.

You’re seventeen and decided that it would be illogical to pursue anything with the ice-cream boy, with the most brilliant, unforgettable set of eyes you met over summers.

And just like that, it was as if neither of you were ever in each other’s lives.

Like fireworks, the two of you splashed and burned brief, shared months and dispersed in wisps of smoke to the world.

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On his eighteenth summer, Suna returns to Aichi again to work at his uncle’s shop.

He has since moved to Tokyo to pursue his own ambitions, but something he wishes to not name pulls him back to his uncle’s shop, like it had every year, for the past three years.

His eyes constantly dart to look at every shadow that passes by the windows, and his head zooms up with every ding of the bell. The days pass slowly, more excruciating than usual, thick and syrupy from dawn to dusk.

You never showed up.

(It doesn’t feel like summer at all)

The bell chimes for what would be the final time for Suna. As the last customer of the summer and the rest of his life ponders what flavor they will have, Suna impetuously stabs the tasting spoon he had been holding into the swirly tub of green, orange, and pink– and takes a bite.

Yuck. Rainbow sherbet isn’t as good as he thought.

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You are eighteen and abroad, young and excited.

Yet everytime you come across an ice-cream shop, hear waves and feel the sand between your toes, see the occasional, miraculous starry sky–

From halfway across the world, you are reminded of brilliant yellow eyes and a boy in pink and yellow stripes.

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On your nineteenth summer, you return to Aichi.

With a thudding heart and hopes and young daydreams of what could be.

Will it be awkward? What shall you say first? Something witty or nostalgic? What will he say when he sees you? Will he be happy to see you?

The bell chimed and none of those mattered when it wasn’t Suna at the counter but his uncle instead.

“Didn’t he tell you? He isn’t returning to Aichi this year.”

“Oh.” Your throat is closing up. “I wanted to surprise him so I didn’t ask him in case it tipped him off–” You rub your neck to alleviate the embarrassment burning hot there and blink multiple times, forcing away the rising pressure in your eyes.

“You silly kids!” Suna’s uncle laughs. “He was here last year but you weren’t! And now you are! Wait till I tell him–”

“Please don’t tell him! He might feel bad if you did, and it was entirely my fault for not checking with him.” In truth, you called but the line didn’t go through. His number has changed.

“You sure? Knowing Rintarou he’d just scratch his bum about it–”

You giggle despite your falling heart. “I’m sure. Perhaps next year.”

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You return to Aichi again on your twentieth summer. And your twenty-first.

Unlike previously, it was less for the specific purpose of seeing him and more to visit a place, and its inhabitants, that has grown close to you.

But the hope that he would be there never truly died, and each time you entered the ice-cream shop with a full heart close to combusting, that does, inadvertently burst.

For Suna never visited Aichi again.

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It’s been four years since Suna last visited his hometown. He is now twenty-two.

In his defense, he presently plays for EJP Raijins and has been incredibly busy with his career; the last few years have been tough: training, press, tournaments, and everything else that comes with becoming an upcoming pro athlete.

His family understands that. Still, it has been a while since he saw his grandmother and uncle; his parents visit him in Tokyo every year. So he’s invited them all to his game this year, fully paid for by him.

Only, in place of his grandmother, he saw you instead when he went to greet them in the hall before the game. There you were, shuffling nervously next to his uncle, looking as if you haven’t changed at all in the last four years, even if you have grown up. The both of you have.

Suna felt it again, the same feeling he had when he saw you all those years ago. It’s faint, dimmer than when it first manifested in his fifteen year old self; a white void, great and silent, cascading onto him. But it’s the same one, he’s sure of it. Because he’s never felt it with anyone else he’s met, and he’s met a lot of people in recent years.

Suna doesn’t know why; it’s illogical, but he supposes that everything concerning this feeling is, though he is reluctant to name it. He’s always thought that, long before it happened to him.

Long before he met you.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

It feels like he freshly emerged from an overtime match when he breathes out, “Hey.”

These two words are all that is said between you before he is marching off to the locker rooms with an empty head– white shores– ‘Hi’s and ‘Hey’s etched in the sand. Suna wants to ram his head onto the lockers for reasons he cannot comprehend.

Seeing you again after all these years…he is transported back to his uncle’s shop, wearing that stupid pink and yellow striped uniform with chocolate dripping down his hand. The EJP Raijins jersey he’s quietly proud of melts away in the face of you, an occurrence he never fathomed.

The void stays when the whistle blows, but he isn’t distracted. On the contrary, the thought of you in the crowd, watching him, sustains the quiet shores inside of his mind and heart; its peace drowns out the cheers.

And Suna played the best he has ever played since he joined the team.

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“Rintarou, stop being dumb. I thought you’re smarter than this.”

“Uncle, what are you talking about–”’

“You know what I’m talking about! Watching you two during dinner was embarrassing! You barely spoke! Your grandfather’s rolling in his grave!”

“...no one asked you to look,” Suna counters weakly. “And leave grandpa out of this. Have some decency.”

His uncle rubs the palms of his hands into his eyes before carding them through his graying hair.

“I’ve watched you dance around each other since you were fifteen! Especially you, Suna!” he complains then repeats, “Fifteen! I didn’t let you have an ice-cream buffet for it to turn out like this!”

“We weren’t doing anything–”

“Rintarou.”

The serious tone his uncle took on made stops Suna mid-sentence. “She visited Aichi the last three years that you haven’t. She says it’s not to see you but she always asks how you’ve been doing.”

The information stuns Suna. You went back to Aichi? Why didn’t you say anything– oh. He changed his number. Well, why didn’t his uncle say anything?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he inquires.

“She told me not to tell you, says she didn’t want to bother you and that ‘it’s weird.’ You kids and your social taboos. Still, I promised and I don’t break my promises.” He jabs Suna on the chest and adds, “You better not too!”

“It’s why I don’t make promises,” Suna mumbles and swats his uncle’s hand away. “Anyways, there’s nothing to say–”

His uncle lets out a loud, garbled cry of random sounds. “Your grandmother didn’t give her tickets away for you to chicken out! Your parents raised you better than this!”

“I can’t believe even grandma is in on this…”

Strong hands clasp him on the shoulders and Suna is forced to look his uncle in the eye.

“Go and talk to her. Properly. Like an adult.”

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knock knock

‘Talk to her or I’ll tell grandma about the things you post on your Instagruel, Instrument– whatever it’s called!’

Suna sighs as he wonders why he never saw his uncle as the extortionist that he is. The man quite literally made him promise, with linked pinkies and all, to go talk to you before the night is over.

Suna doesn’t make promises but he keeps those that he does.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you. But what is there to say? Things weren’t exactly… clear , the last you and him spoke and saw each other, for that matter. He kissed you, you kissed back, and then poof. In modern dating terms, it’s safe to say that you mutually ghosted each other out of sheer– he doesn’t know what on your end– but definitely young stupidity on his.

“Rin? It’s getting late, what are you doing here?” You blink at him, surprise plain on your face at the unexpected guest.

Suna almost smiles at the nickname. It’s been a while since he heard you address him by that. At all, really.

He takes in your appearance, notes your fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt and the drumming of the other on the doorknob. Have you been as restless as he was this entire evening?

“I was wondering if you’d like to go for a walk with me?” Suna winces at his unnatural politeness. It’s you; he’s never this polite with you, not even when you were a customer. It’s bizarre.

There’s a brief moment of hesitance, unconscious, in the way you took a small step back before you’re nodding and asking him to wait whilst you went back inside your hotel room to change.

The winter air is crisp, wind tunneling between the buildings whipping at your figures as Suna leads you around aimlessly. Truth be told, he had no idea where to go or what to say.

“How have you been?” You break the ice.

Right, that’s a good place to start.

“I’ve been good. You?”

“I’ve been good too.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah.”

Suna wishes a truck will run off the curb and hit him now. His fingers are freezing off in his pockets and somehow they’re still sweating.

This is absolutely terrible.

A ray of hope cuts the grey path ahead, and Suna manages to peel his eyes away from his shoes to gaze upon his salvation–

Oh. It’s an ice-cream shop.

The irony isn’t lost on him. You don’t miss it either, for you peek up at him shyly, scratching at your cold cheeks, and ask, “Do you want to get any? For old time’s sake.”

When he nods, you turn and lead the way, grabbing the handle and missing how Suna stops following you just shy of the shop’s awning. He prefers to quickly rip the bandaid off.

“What happened?”

“Huh?” You look over your shoulder, confused. “What do you mean?”

Suna buries his face into his scarf as if to hide the burning ridge of his nose. “That night… you kissed back,” he mumbles. He has to force himself to look back at you, to discern and verify the rapid changes in your expression as you look for an answer.

Surprise, self-consciousness, bashfulness, nervousness, nostalgia–

“I–,” you clear your throat, the shop light shining like a beacon on your blushing skin, “I did.”

“Why did you kiss me back?” he addresses the giant, tri-colored elephant that has been slumbering in the back of his mind for years.

You sputter. “Why are you asking this all of a sudden? It was so long ago.”

“Tell me.” Suna persists, taking a step forward with narrowed eyes, pushing for a reason, an excuse, to justify the cloudy feelings he has been harboring for all these years and now jostled up by your unannounced appearance in his life again.

He’s not mad, he doesn’t not want you here, but the lack of closure for his young feelings, your reaction, and the lack of events that followed all those years ago isn’t pleasant. It leaves a muddy clog in his chest and quite frankly, he dislikes it. There was so much left unsaid and unexplained; perhaps he should have let it go and Suna thought he did. Until he saw you again.

And Suna knows, he just knows, that you feel the same way as he did.

Why else would you come see him play? Why else would you go back to Aichi the last couple of years?

Why did you two simply drift apart?

He’s so close to you now that he can see the perspiration beading on you, feel your warmth radiating and seeping into the folds of his clothes. You refuse to meet his eyes, looking here and there and everywhere but him right before you. Similarly, his heart is beating so loud that he’s sure you can hear it.

“Tell me.”

“Because I liked you! Okay?!” You finally cave, admitting with eyes squeezed tight. It reminds Suna of how he too kept his eyes closed as if his life depended on it when he first kissed you.

“Then why didn’t you say anything!? Why did you stop responding?”

“Don’t try and pin it on me. You didn’t contact me any further!”

“Neither did you!”

“Well, you changed your number and didn’t tell me!”

“That’s because I thought we’re no longer speaking with each other!”

You’re both breathing fast, hearts and emotions rising, and Suna glimpses the shop staff staring in concern through the glass. He deflates with a sigh and steps back before the staff misunderstands the situation and calls the police.

The streets of Tokyo are rarely silent yet somehow, this little area in the big city is exactly that. There’s only the sound of distant cars humming like waves on distant shores, and the muted chatter of people buzzing like summer cicadas; it reminds Suna of the times he went on late night walks with you along the beaches of his hometown.

You slap your hands over your face. “Oh my god…”

He snorts and laughs in turn at the incredulous conversation that took place. It doesn’t take long for you to peek through your fingers and join as well, chortling in disbelief.

“We were fucking dumb ,” he states.

“In our defense, we were young.”

“Still dumb.”

“Yeah, we were.”

An embarrassing silence follows as you stare at each other. Sunca can see the gears in your head churning, processing the revelation that the two of you had been, well, dumbasses for years. He can empathize, for his brain hurtles through the same process.

You break eye contact and look down at your shoes, scuffing them against concrete. “I guess there’s also another reason why I was hesitant to contact you after,” you begin mumbling, and Suna reflexively curls his hands into fists within the confines of his pockets.

“Yeah? Besides being a teenager incapable of communication?”

“It’s a better reason than that!” you pout furiously, head sinking into your scarf. “I was going abroad. I have been abroad, the last few years. College.

Suna whistles, sincerely impressed. “Nice. Where at?”

“Irrelevant. I’ll tell you later,” you brush off his question to continue your explanation– reasoning– to why you stopped contacting him.

Suna watches intently as you take a deep breath, idly noting how the ice-cream store staff are still staring at your figures with too much curiosity and intensity, the shop door failing to completely mute his conversation with you, bits and pieces filtering through the little vents at its foot.

One male staff even holds a cone in his hand, watching the scene unfold as if this were a movie. The man takes a long lick, eyes all the while glued on your figures.

“That night when you– we, well, you know–” you stumble over your words and Suna finds not much has changed; you were still as bad at communicating your feelings as you were at seventeen. You clear your throat of the clogging shyness, “At that time I already knew I was leaving Japan as soon as I graduated. I planned to tell you but then you–”

“I kissed you,” he supplies plainly.

“Yes. And, well, there didn’t seem to be a good moment to tell you after that,” you finish softly. Regret isn’t the right word to describe your feelings in this moment, reflecting back on that summer night and the next four years without closure. You do not regret ever following your aspirations abroad, especially not over a boy in your youth. You weren’t that dumb. However, you admit that you could have handled it better, communicated it, talked with him– “I should have handled it better.”

“Yeah, you should have.”

A disbelieving gasp leaves you, head whipping up angrily to tell Suna off but the teasing grin that greets you has your anger easily deflating.

Suna understands. He really does, because he would have done the same thing in your position. Had he known you were going to leave the country, would he still have kissed you? Probably, only because his body moved on its own that night. Though it doesn't mean he forgot the flutters, the want, whenever he was with you back then. It’s not too far off from what he’s feeling in the present; it’s dimmer, but it has grown, matured with him in age. He’s no longer as jittery and blinded by white shores.

He’s grown. You’ve grown.

“I should have done better too.”

A cloak that has long rested on the depths of his heart– of gray clouds and why’s, unnamed yet felt, ignored but not forgotten, existing as surely as he does breathes– lifts the moment he utters these words. He feels revivified– released, of this midsummer memory that has crawled into his mind countless times in the minutes before sleep takes him (his brain has a penchant of replaying it for him unbidden at 2am). Suna shudders to think that had his family not invited you to his match, he and you would have continued on with your lives carrying overcast hearts caused by something as silly as simply being teenagers still learning and growing.

Judging by the smile dimpling your cheeks, Suna knew you felt the same.

He nods at the shop door behind you. “We should probably go inside. That is…if you still want to?”

Your answer comes in a shy smile burrowing into clothes and a blast of hot air that his chilled body welcomes. The shop bell chimes and you are both transported to past summers and the first time you met in a wave of nostalgia.

Suna hasn’t gone to an ice-cream shop since the last time he worked for his uncle, having subconsciously avoided them in the shadow of his volleyball career as an excuse; your love for ice-cream shops developed because of many days spent at one with a special boy, and many more visited over the years in reminiscence and perhaps regret.

“There’s a buy one free one scoop deal for couples.” The male staff, the audacious one from before, announces when you reach the counter.

“Oh, we’re not–” you begin but Suna nudges you sneakily.

“Pick whatever flavor you want, honey. My treat.”

You had been his first love at first sight. And likely, you are the last.

Because Suna thinks that people who fall head over heels for someone at first glance are fools. Love is something that is grown into, to be slowly nurtured with time and dedication. To his logic-based brain, the entire idea of smashing head first into love at a glance is ludicrous, like a bad car crash where you never see it coming until it's too late.

He knows because he’s experienced it. Both the unexplainable, ridiculous butterflies sprouting into existence the moment you stepped through the door and into his life, and the subsequent 7 years it took to nurture it.

There was no car crash however, only teen folly and human imperfection.

You glance up at him with a cheeky grin as you answer, sing-song and all-knowing.

“I’ll have a rainbow sherbet.”

“Yuck.”

“It’s a good flavor!!”

An expression you’re not sure you have ever seen Suna make before lights his face for but a transient second. It’s one of those laughter-smiles, all teeth with wide lips and wrinkles accompanied by tuneful joy. Suna knows it too because the muscles pulling at his cheeks are unfamiliar, straining wider than he usually lets them in his side smirks.

“In that case, two rainbow sherbets please,” he tells the staff. He can feel your gaze pressing onto the side of his face with a question unspoken, and this is when Suna brings out his infamous smirk.

He takes both cones and turns to you with green, pink, and orange in the palms of his hands. A trifecta of colors.

They say that everyone becomes a believer of love at first sight when it happens to them. Well, Suna rightly doesn’t know.

All he knows is that, instead of purple lightning striking, there was only a void filled with empty white shores whenever he saw you; it didn’t matter how many times or how long in between. All Suna knows is that the world fades away in the presence of you.

As he hands you your cone, Suna sees colors dyeing the white shores below his feet once more.

And Suna knows he will do it right this time.

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