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thinking about putting all my smau/fic ideas on hold to focus on writing one shots after I finish tftd

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if anyone saw me forget to include extras...you did not !!

it's updated now btw (so if you're going back to spot my mistakes, heh heh no taro's embarrassing mistakes crumbs left for you..^^)

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11: IMHO (in my humble opinion) ⌦

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CW! | mentions of failure, slight angst

The sound of your lecturer's voice could be heard in the background as you stare at your feet, your head hung low, drooping towards the ground. Your vision continues to blur slowly, your eyes slowly unable to make out where the shoelaces of your sneakers were. The white laces slowly merge with the colour of your black sneakers. "Is this really your best work, yn?" Those words continue to ring in your ear as you blink away the tears held around your eyes slowly.

"Sorry, you're in the way.." A voice speaks up from behind you but your feet remain rooted to the ground unable to shift from wherever you are. The only images that fill your mind, even as you close your eyes, are just the look of disappointment your lecturer shoots you. Was it really that bad? You think silently to yourself, clenching your fists tightly against your sides. The stack of neatly stapled pieces of paper, you held between your fingers, of all your neatly scribbled drafts and ideas started to crumple slightly beneath your tight grasps. All the effort poured into one piece... The excitement you felt when you thought of the idea after hours of mind mapping and swiping through the photos you took during the Ikea trip. The soft hums of joy that you released from your lips as you scribbled down all your ideas into the paper.

Yet, now the only sounds that could be heard audible from your lips were the sounds of your choked back tears and slow swallows. "Sorry, did you-" But before the girl from behind you could speak up again about how you were in the way once more, you turn on your heel, heading straight towards your lecturer's desk once again. Your shoulders bump against the girl's gently as you walk back towards the lecturer's desk. For a quick second, the two of you catch each other's gaze, hers reflecting something close to sympathy and yours just a reflection of hurt. A small scoff of denial escapes your lips before you continue ahead, blinking away her gaze of sympathy. You don't need her sympathy. You just want your lecturer's approval for the work you've spent days aggravating over. Not some stupid sympathy from a classmate who possibly scored higher than you for this assignment. "Yn, what's wrong now?" Your lecturer asks, pushing up his glasses slightly as he glances up at you. For a moment, his gaze seemed to flicker with a look of annoyance. After all, he just dismissed all your hard work in two simple sentences previously, didn't he? Why were you back for more? "Could you please look at my submission again, sir?" You ask, your voice holding a soft begging note within it. Begging him to not dismiss your submission so easily once again. "I worked really hard on it.." You continue softly, your gaze lifting from the clean surface of his white desk to meet his eyes. Not even a single inch of annoyance seemed to be wiped away from his gaze. He still had the same look of disappointment from when he had first taken a look at your project. But before all the courage you had taken to beg for the piece of work you refused to believe could be so easily dismissed by your lecturer disappeared simply by his cold gaze, your hands place the now slightly crumpled stack of papers onto the table once again. "Just anoth-" But before you could even finish your sentence, the sound of your lecturer's scoff cuts in. Just that simple sound was enough to make your heart drop and your opened mouth closed once more. "Everyone spent time and effort on their work, yn. Not just you." He says as he takes off his glasses, placing them gently on the desk before he looks up at you once more. You feel your gaze immediately drop from his as he looks up at you once more. You didn't even have to take a second glance into his eyes to tell that he wasn't reviewing through your work again. The simple action of him taking off his glasses was enough to tell you that he wasn't even giving another glance at your submission. He did that all the time. Every time he wasn't going to take a second look at a student's work, because it wasn't worth the effort to him. Just that this was the first time he had done that for one of your works. Perhaps he had said more words after that simple sentence of dismissal but with all the overwhelming feelings in your heart, you could no longer pick up anything else after.

a/n: sorry guys if this took so long...I was so unmotivated for so long but I finally did it !! (insert celebratory noises) also huge creds to the ppl who made the haikyuu memes on pinterest (I did not make them but they were silly) ✎ fyi!

once yn reached their dorm, she basically shut herself in the room (refusing to come out or reply any knocking & texts) until she felt better

since yachi & yn shared a room (mentioned in idk where but I rmb I mentioned it somewhere back in the chapters) she basically couldn't access her stuff in the room in the meantime yn crashed out (so no fresh set of clothes to change into after shower btw)

yachi was DEVASTATED about that (she feared she would have to be smelly until the next day) but she was really understanding about yn's emotional breakdown

she practically sat outside yn's door for who knows how long talking her out of her breakdown like a therapeutic mother to an emotional & angsty teenager

yachi +100 aura points for all that (we stan supportive friends)

bokuto did not learn the motorbike as smoothly as Kuroo expected btw (he had troubles remembering certain steps and had to be constantly reminded #problems of a short attention span person)

did he get it in the end? find out in the next chapter (insert smug looking emoji here)

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11: IMHO (in my humble opinion) ⌦

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CW! | mentions of failure, slight angst

The sound of your lecturer's voice could be heard in the background as you stare at your feet, your head hung low, drooping towards the ground. Your vision continues to blur slowly, your eyes slowly unable to make out where the shoelaces of your sneakers were. The white laces slowly merge with the colour of your black sneakers. "Is this really your best work, yn?" Those words continue to ring in your ear as you blink away the tears held around your eyes slowly.

"Sorry, you're in the way.." A voice speaks up from behind you but your feet remain rooted to the ground unable to shift from wherever you are. The only images that fill your mind, even as you close your eyes, are just the look of disappointment your lecturer shoots you. Was it really that bad? You think silently to yourself, clenching your fists tightly against your sides. The stack of neatly stapled pieces of paper, you held between your fingers, of all your neatly scribbled drafts and ideas started to crumple slightly beneath your tight grasps. All the effort poured into one piece... The excitement you felt when you thought of the idea after hours of mind mapping and swiping through the photos you took during the Ikea trip. The soft hums of joy that you released from your lips as you scribbled down all your ideas into the paper.

Yet, now the only sounds that could be heard audible from your lips were the sounds of your choked back tears and slow swallows. "Sorry, did you-" But before the girl from behind you could speak up again about how you were in the way once more, you turn on your heel, heading straight towards your lecturer's desk once again. Your shoulders bump against the girl's gently as you walk back towards the lecturer's desk. For a quick second, the two of you catch each other's gaze, hers reflecting something close to sympathy and yours just a reflection of hurt. A small scoff of denial escapes your lips before you continue ahead, blinking away her gaze of sympathy. You don't need her sympathy. You just want your lecturer's approval for the work you've spent days aggravating over. Not some stupid sympathy from a classmate who possibly scored higher than you for this assignment. "Yn, what's wrong now?" Your lecturer asks, pushing up his glasses slightly as he glances up at you. For a moment, his gaze seemed to flicker with a look of annoyance. After all, he just dismissed all your hard work in two simple sentences previously, didn't he? Why were you back for more? "Could you please look at my submission again, sir?" You ask, your voice holding a soft begging note within it. Begging him to not dismiss your submission so easily once again. "I worked really hard on it.." You continue softly, your gaze lifting from the clean surface of his white desk to meet his eyes. Not even a single inch of annoyance seemed to be wiped away from his gaze. He still had the same look of disappointment from when he had first taken a look at your project. But before all the courage you had taken to beg for the piece of work you refused to believe could be so easily dismissed by your lecturer disappeared simply by his cold gaze, your hands place the now slightly crumpled stack of papers onto the table once again. "Just anoth-" But before you could even finish your sentence, the sound of your lecturer's scoff cuts in. Just that simple sound was enough to make your heart drop and your opened mouth closed once more. "Everyone spent time and effort on their work, yn. Not just you." He says as he takes off his glasses, placing them gently on the desk before he looks up at you once more. You feel your gaze immediately drop from his as he looks up at you once more. You didn't even have to take a second glance into his eyes to tell that he wasn't reviewing through your work again. The simple action of him taking off his glasses was enough to tell you that he wasn't even giving another glance at your submission. He did that all the time. Every time he wasn't going to take a second look at a student's work, because it wasn't worth the effort to him. Just that this was the first time he had done that for one of your works. Perhaps he had said more words after that simple sentence of dismissal but with all the overwhelming feelings in your heart, you could no longer pick up anything else after.

a/n: sorry guys if this took so long...I was so unmotivated for so long but I finally did it !! (insert celebratory noises) also huge creds to the ppl who made the haikyuu memes on pinterest (I did not make them but they were silly) ✎ fyi!

once yn reached their dorm, she basically shut herself in the room (refusing to come out or reply any knocking & texts) until she felt better

since yachi & yn shared a room (mentioned in idk where but I rmb I mentioned it somewhere back in the chapters) she basically couldn't access her stuff in the room in the meantime yn crashed out (so no fresh set of clothes to change into after shower btw)

yachi was DEVASTATED about that (she feared she would have to be smelly until the next day) but she was really understanding about yn's emotional breakdown

she practically sat outside yn's door for who knows how long talking her out of her breakdown like a therapeutic mother to an emotional & angsty teenager

yachi +100 aura points for all that (we stan supportive friends)

bokuto did not learn the motorbike as smoothly as Kuroo expected btw (he had troubles remembering certain steps and had to be constantly reminded #problems of a short attention span person)

did he get it in the end? find out in the next chapter (insert smug looking emoji here)

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when I have a really cool idea in my head that I so badly want to write but I take one look at my drafts and sigh loudly in exasperation

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THANK YOU FOR 200+ NOTES GUYS😋!!

just me thinking of long distance bf brazil arc HINATA SHOYO...,,

Shoyo who would probably stay up all night texting you or face timing you if he didn't have any practice tomorrow because he's always longing to see you and talk to you more. Shoyo who sometimes falls asleep on call with you because he tries to make it so that he calls you every night before his sleep even if he gets really tired after practice (also because your voice is his soothing lullaby)

Shoyo who texts you good morning and good night every day without fail (and when you leave him on read, he can't help but get a little disappointed but he tries so hard to understand that you might be busy and waits until you reply; he can't help but double text sometimes tho...) Shoyo who sends you multiple funny cat videos or long distance relationship reels (ie. here) during his spare time, hoping they will cheer you up (if you're having a rough time) and also because they're relatable Shoyo who always records his beach volleyball practice videos or take selfies updates (on his food or whatever) so that he can send them to you (and hopefully get a reply from you; even if you simply react a heart to his message it makes him over the moon...) Shoyo who takes the time and effort to like every single of your instagram stories and posts (if you post any) leaving comments on your Instagram posts sometimes as well. He loves leaving comments that compliment you -- be it the outfit you're wearing in the post or the smile you have on your face in that photo -- never failing to make you smile.

extras smau parts (mainly scraps)

context: your hs to college friend asks you to attend a blind date to help your "single" life, not knowing you're still in a long-distance rs with your overseas bf

a/n: a short one becos I need to get this off the top of my head!! if this is ooc I'm sorry (in my head he lives rent free like that) the only long distance bf I will accept in my life btw..,, (joke? or maybe not...i love him sm <3)

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just me thinking of long distance bf brazil arc HINATA SHOYO...,,

Shoyo who would probably stay up all night texting you or face timing you if he didn't have any practice tomorrow because he's always longing to see you and talk to you more. Shoyo who sometimes falls asleep on call with you because he tries to make it so that he calls you every night before his sleep even if he gets really tired after practice (also because your voice is his soothing lullaby)

Shoyo who texts you good morning and good night every day without fail (and when you leave him on read, he can't help but get a little disappointed but he tries so hard to understand that you might be busy and waits until you reply; he can't help but double text sometimes tho...) Shoyo who sends you multiple funny cat videos or long distance relationship reels (ie. here) during his spare time, hoping they will cheer you up (if you're having a rough time) and also because they're relatable Shoyo who always records his beach volleyball practice videos or take selfies updates (on his food or whatever) so that he can send them to you (and hopefully get a reply from you; even if you simply react a heart to his message it makes him over the moon...) Shoyo who takes the time and effort to like every single of your instagram stories and posts (if you post any) leaving comments on your Instagram posts sometimes as well. He loves leaving comments that compliment you — be it the outfit you're wearing in the post or the smile you have on your face in that photo — never failing to make you smile.

extras smau parts (mainly scraps)

context: your hs to college friend asks you to attend a blind date to help your "single" life, not knowing you're still in a long-distance rs with your overseas bf

a/n: a short one becos I need to get this off the top of my head!! if this is ooc I'm sorry (in my head he lives rent free like that) the only long distance bf I will accept in my life btw..,, (joke? or maybe not...i love him sm <3)

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09: FWIW (for what it's worth) ⌦

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CW! | mostly in yn's perspective again, ignore any timestamps

You were lying flat on your stomach in Kenma's room, with Yachi sitting on the edge of his bed beside you. Both of you were usually phone users when it comes to playing games on Roblox. It was much easier to control, you had claimed. Well, to be honest, it was rather more like you hadn't had enough money to be buying a whole PC gaming set up like Kenma...or Lev...who used his to play Minecraft. "Which mode are we playing? Classic Squads?" You asked Kenma, your fingers flying across your phone screen as you click on his Roblox avatar to join the public Bedwars server he had joined into. It's pretty common for him to play on public Roblox servers, especially with us. Or else he would complain that it would be too boring. You think that it was just a mere excuse though. Kenma's probably not the type to want to afford getting private servers on casual games that he would play on his stream once in a while, like Roblox. "Nah. We're playing Duels." Kenma replies you back sarcastically, clearly mocking you, making you scoff slightly in annoyance. "As if. We're playing with Kuroo's friend group. I'm not that dumb." It falls to a moment of silence after your response, the silence making you almost uncomfortable as you clear your throat slightly. Yachi is humming to the music she's hearing from one of her earbuds inserted into one ear. It's a common practice for her to listen to music and game at the same time. She says it relieves her gaming stress. It's a lie though. You know that. She still gets stressed while listening to music and gaming. The only thing the music does is to ease her overthinking thoughts to help her be less panicked than usual. Lev is probably busy hopping and climbing around the Bedwars lobby, exploring the way everything was created in the game like a little kid. He always does that, for every single game he has played. Game graphics had always appealed to him. Kenma...he is probably just blatantly ignoring all of your presences and waiting for Kuroo and his friends to hop onto the server. Usually, this type of silence wouldn't have irritated you as much. After all your friend group was pretty much made up of introverts, other than Lev. Yet, something about it bothered you particularly today. It was like you were anticipating a sparkly and bright presence among y'all.

"Have you started your stream yet, Kenma?" Yachi finally perks up, her eyes glancing towards Kenma, who sat in front of his computer, eyes glued on the screen. "Yeah, I did." He replies back dryly, his eyes not even leaving his screen for a second as he speaks to Yachi. "Hey Chat!" Lev finally speaks up as he leans over to peer at Kenma's screen, a silly smile on his face as he looks into the camera to greet the chat. You laugh slightly as you watch Lev interact with the chat, his face still holding the small silly smile. You can't help but want to join in the fun as well, putting down your phone onto the bed before you walk towards Kenma and Lev. @.ris: OMG YN HII!! @.ilovekodzuken: I knew it I heard yn's voice! You smile slightly as soon as you greet the responses in the chat, Kenma's fans as bubbly and enthusiastic as ever as soon as they catch a glimpse of you. "Your fans still love me a lot huh, Kenma..." You tease slightly as you nudge Kenma by his side, earning a small sound of what seemed like a mixture of a grumble and scoff. @.idontknowwhattonamemyself: Is Yachi joining the stream today as well? @.ris: OMG Yachi!! I miss her frfr You stifle a small amused laugh as soon as Yachi's name pops up on the live chat as well. Throwing Yachi a soft amused look, you wave her over while talking to the chat. "Oh..Don't y'all fret...Yachi is in the stream today as well!" Seeing that Yachi makes no move to stand up and come over to greet the chat, you decide to poke a little fun at her. "But she's a bit too shy to come and greet y'all..." As expected, she immediately responds to your remark, her hands dropping her phone on the bed as she rushes over, ready to attack you for teasing her. "Seriously yn? I'm not shy-!" She exclaims as she tackles you back in front of the camera, making you laugh slightly. "Okay! I'm sorry! You're not shy!" You exclaim quickly as you stumble slightly, almost losing your balance and falling over but your right foot quickly moves back to support yourself. @.ris: OH YEAH! The gang is back tgt <3 @.ilovekodzuken: reall...I love their interactions sm. You smile slightly as you read the live chat comments silently again. Although the people who usually commented under Kenma's stream was no doubt Kenma's fans, sometimes they felt like your own fans as well. Perhaps they were even fans of your whole entire friend group, ever since the first time Kenma brought each and every of y'all into his streams. "Did you tell them we have other special guests today?" Yachi asks, turning her attention towards the live chat as well. You could tell her eyes were scanning the live chat briefly, smiling slightly as she reads certain comments. "No. They'll figure out themselves shortly." Kenma responds after a brief pause as he minimises his Roblox tab to take a look at his messages, probably checking if there was any updates from Kuroo. You can't help but sneak a few peeks at his text exchange as soon as his messages tab comes into view.

"Wait- How about let's just wait a bit longer for them?" You blurt out, unable to hold back your tongue fast enough, as soon as Kenma hits the send button. "What?" Kenma asks, his head turned around slightly to meet your gaze, which seemed almost as equally surprised as he was. That was weird. In fact, it seemed almost out of the ordinary for you to stop Kenma from doing something. You would have usually let him do whatever. Delay the stream? Sure. Start the stream early? Sure. You were always the type of person to follow his words when it came to playing on his stream. Partly because you weren't the one managing his stream, but rather he was. Yet, today you actually opposed him starting without Bokuto. "I mean...your decision seems to be putting Kuroo at a rough spot..I figured it would be better if we just waited for them..." You quickly responded back, your mouth throwing out the fastest excuse you could possibly think of right now. "Yeah, whatever. I was planning to anyway." Kenma replies you dryly, turning his head back to his computer as he types a quick message back to Kuroo. You can't help but feel a wave of heat hit your cheeks at Kenma's response, your heart pounding slightly as you turn away from the stream and hit straight back to Kenma's bed. That was stupid. You think silently to yourself as you make a dive onto his bed, burying your slightly flushed face in the duvet, your hands reaching slowly for your phone. Of course Kenma would wait for them...Why did you even have to say anything? That was lowkey embarrassing... Your head continues to nag silently at yourself as you finally grasp onto your phone, bringing your eyes to the screen of your Roblox avatar standing completely still in the Bedwars lobby. You let your finger fidget mindlessly with the thumb stick, making your avatar spin in circles for a moment as you continue to daze out slightly.

"Okay, so how are we going to delegate the tasks?" You ask as soon as the round of Bedwars has started. As per usual, Kenma's avatar seems to be moving strategically, showing that he had his own ideas and strategy in his head. While, Lev and Yachi's avatars seemed to move randomly, perhaps still adjusting to the map. "I don't see the need to delegate tasks. Why not do our own thing?" Kenma replies casually, his eyes still hyper focused on his screen as he speaks, making you scoff slightly in annoyance. "But things would be more organized if we actually delegated tasks to each of us. Like for instance, we could have Lev collect the iron and what not." You respond logically, speaking your mind without hesitation, only to be met by the usual stone cold Kenma. To him, communication seemed ultimately quite unnecessary, even in teamwork games, especially when everyone had a mind of their own. "I'm on stream. Kuroo can hear whatever we're saying right now." He finally responds, after a long pause, making you roll your eyes slightly before you shoot back at him with a simple response. "Then mute your mic." "I can't. That would defy the point of streaming." Your silly argument only ended after a rich and snide sounding laugh could be heard from the other end of the stream. "Kenma has a point, you know, yn." You immediately recognized the voice to be Kuroo, who seemed to have been overhearing you and Kenma's whole conversation, as he had pointed out before. "Plus, isn't this argument just serving a distraction to y'all? Sounds like my opportunity to attack your base..." He responds, the teasing tone in his voice is undeniable, making you furrow your eyebrows slightly as you turn your attention back to your phone screen, looking out for any possible incoming attacks. "Don't tease her, silly. Weren't you the one who begged me to make a peace treaty that none of us would attack each other's base until everyone else in the server is cleared?" As soon as you hear Kenma's words and Kuroo's rich laugh coming from the stream again, you feel your shoulders slump slightly. So that was just a mere tease to make me drop the argument with Kenma? "Heh. exposed me, didn't you?" Kuroo responds, before clearing his throat and continuing, "That was just to make y'all drop y'alls pointless argument. Come help me attack Green's bed instead."

✎ fyi!

Kenma, Yn, Yachi and Lev ended up winning against them despite how Lev was somewhat lost mid-battle was because Bokuto kept dying in the hands of yn (which made her really happy -- because she felt aura boosted when she could kill someone)

Bokuto just couldn't help but feel the need to feed yn's joy (especially after that silly argument she had with Kenma that probably made her feel upset that she couldn't get her point across)

I wish I could cover this more in detail but I couldn't wrap my head around how to so...:')

Throughout the game, Lev was actually the one who kept camping at their base and collecting the iron, diamonds, emeralds and what not.

Yn and Kenma had to keep pestering Lev to throw some out of his inventory so that they could buy items from the store (also because Lev was not using what he collected wisely)

He was simply upgrading all his armour and swords to emerald tier and then accidentally dropping down and losing whatever he bought) He also bought a lot of balloons (only to not know how to use them properly -- which is so me btw)

Yachi got a hang of the game after a while (However she wasn't that good at fighting others so she was mainly sneaking up to bases and destroying their beds while Yn did the fighting)

I used to love playing Roblox Bedwars so much (so planning all this in my head was actually so fun) but I actually really suck irl (like I probably wld be Lev more than Yn)

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10: YOLO (you only live once)

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CW! | mostly in bokuto's perspective this time

a/n: sorry this update is shorter because recently I've been too tired to think about it properly :') I promise the last two chaps wont disappoint...,,

✎ fyi!

yn was so excited when she could ramble about her project ideas to someone else (becos in her head, she felt like she cooked really hard for this one)

she tried to tell her roommates about it before Bokuto, but they were not so interested (other than Lev)

she was nearly kicked out of the group chat by Kenma for spamming too much about her project (especially since he was streaming)

also yes I actually did the layout design for yn's loft apartment...(if you squint really hard you'll realise how flawed it probably is so don't)

everyone in the group chat actually thought Bokuto got yn already becos of how much he was rambling about her (so they were surprised when he denied it)

shoyo was just as dense and easily believing tho (he took kuroo's comments too literally)

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09: FWIW (for what it's worth) ⌦

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CW! | mostly in yn's perspective again, ignore any timestamps

You were lying flat on your stomach in Kenma's room, with Yachi sitting on the edge of his bed beside you. Both of you were usually phone users when it comes to playing games on Roblox. It was much easier to control, you had claimed. Well, to be honest, it was rather more like you hadn't had enough money to be buying a whole PC gaming set up like Kenma...or Lev...who used his to play Minecraft. "Which mode are we playing? Classic Squads?" You asked Kenma, your fingers flying across your phone screen as you click on his Roblox avatar to join the public Bedwars server he had joined into. It's pretty common for him to play on public Roblox servers, especially with us. Or else he would complain that it would be too boring. You think that it was just a mere excuse though. Kenma's probably not the type to want to afford getting private servers on casual games that he would play on his stream once in a while, like Roblox. "Nah. We're playing Duels." Kenma replies you back sarcastically, clearly mocking you, making you scoff slightly in annoyance. "As if. We're playing with Kuroo's friend group. I'm not that dumb." It falls to a moment of silence after your response, the silence making you almost uncomfortable as you clear your throat slightly. Yachi is humming to the music she's hearing from one of her earbuds inserted into one ear. It's a common practice for her to listen to music and game at the same time. She says it relieves her gaming stress. It's a lie though. You know that. She still gets stressed while listening to music and gaming. The only thing the music does is to ease her overthinking thoughts to help her be less panicked than usual. Lev is probably busy hopping and climbing around the Bedwars lobby, exploring the way everything was created in the game like a little kid. He always does that, for every single game he has played. Game graphics had always appealed to him. Kenma...he is probably just blatantly ignoring all of your presences and waiting for Kuroo and his friends to hop onto the server. Usually, this type of silence wouldn't have irritated you as much. After all your friend group was pretty much made up of introverts, other than Lev. Yet, something about it bothered you particularly today. It was like you were anticipating a sparkly and bright presence among y'all.

"Have you started your stream yet, Kenma?" Yachi finally perks up, her eyes glancing towards Kenma, who sat in front of his computer, eyes glued on the screen. "Yeah, I did." He replies back dryly, his eyes not even leaving his screen for a second as he speaks to Yachi. "Hey Chat!" Lev finally speaks up as he leans over to peer at Kenma's screen, a silly smile on his face as he looks into the camera to greet the chat. You laugh slightly as you watch Lev interact with the chat, his face still holding the small silly smile. You can't help but want to join in the fun as well, putting down your phone onto the bed before you walk towards Kenma and Lev. @.ris: OMG YN HII!! @.ilovekodzuken: I knew it I heard yn's voice! You smile slightly as soon as you greet the responses in the chat, Kenma's fans as bubbly and enthusiastic as ever as soon as they catch a glimpse of you. "Your fans still love me a lot huh, Kenma..." You tease slightly as you nudge Kenma by his side, earning a small sound of what seemed like a mixture of a grumble and scoff. @.idontknowwhattonamemyself: Is Yachi joining the stream today as well? @.ris: OMG Yachi!! I miss her frfr You stifle a small amused laugh as soon as Yachi's name pops up on the live chat as well. Throwing Yachi a soft amused look, you wave her over while talking to the chat. "Oh..Don't y'all fret...Yachi is in the stream today as well!" Seeing that Yachi makes no move to stand up and come over to greet the chat, you decide to poke a little fun at her. "But she's a bit too shy to come and greet y'all..." As expected, she immediately responds to your remark, her hands dropping her phone on the bed as she rushes over, ready to attack you for teasing her. "Seriously yn? I'm not shy-!" She exclaims as she tackles you back in front of the camera, making you laugh slightly. "Okay! I'm sorry! You're not shy!" You exclaim quickly as you stumble slightly, almost losing your balance and falling over but your right foot quickly moves back to support yourself. @.ris: OH YEAH! The gang is back tgt <3 @.ilovekodzuken: reall...I love their interactions sm. You smile slightly as you read the live chat comments silently again. Although the people who usually commented under Kenma's stream was no doubt Kenma's fans, sometimes they felt like your own fans as well. Perhaps they were even fans of your whole entire friend group, ever since the first time Kenma brought each and every of y'all into his streams. "Did you tell them we have other special guests today?" Yachi asks, turning her attention towards the live chat as well. You could tell her eyes were scanning the live chat briefly, smiling slightly as she reads certain comments. "No. They'll figure out themselves shortly." Kenma responds after a brief pause as he minimises his Roblox tab to take a look at his messages, probably checking if there was any updates from Kuroo. You can't help but sneak a few peeks at his text exchange as soon as his messages tab comes into view.

"Wait- How about let's just wait a bit longer for them?" You blurt out, unable to hold back your tongue fast enough, as soon as Kenma hits the send button. "What?" Kenma asks, his head turned around slightly to meet your gaze, which seemed almost as equally surprised as he was. That was weird. In fact, it seemed almost out of the ordinary for you to stop Kenma from doing something. You would have usually let him do whatever. Delay the stream? Sure. Start the stream early? Sure. You were always the type of person to follow his words when it came to playing on his stream. Partly because you weren't the one managing his stream, but rather he was. Yet, today you actually opposed him starting without Bokuto. "I mean...your decision seems to be putting Kuroo at a rough spot..I figured it would be better if we just waited for them..." You quickly responded back, your mouth throwing out the fastest excuse you could possibly think of right now. "Yeah, whatever. I was planning to anyway." Kenma replies you dryly, turning his head back to his computer as he types a quick message back to Kuroo. You can't help but feel a wave of heat hit your cheeks at Kenma's response, your heart pounding slightly as you turn away from the stream and hit straight back to Kenma's bed. That was stupid. You think silently to yourself as you make a dive onto his bed, burying your slightly flushed face in the duvet, your hands reaching slowly for your phone. Of course Kenma would wait for them...Why did you even have to say anything? That was lowkey embarrassing... Your head continues to nag silently at yourself as you finally grasp onto your phone, bringing your eyes to the screen of your Roblox avatar standing completely still in the Bedwars lobby. You let your finger fidget mindlessly with the thumb stick, making your avatar spin in circles for a moment as you continue to daze out slightly.

"Okay, so how are we going to delegate the tasks?" You ask as soon as the round of Bedwars has started. As per usual, Kenma's avatar seems to be moving strategically, showing that he had his own ideas and strategy in his head. While, Lev and Yachi's avatars seemed to move randomly, perhaps still adjusting to the map. "I don't see the need to delegate tasks. Why not do our own thing?" Kenma replies casually, his eyes still hyper focused on his screen as he speaks, making you scoff slightly in annoyance. "But things would be more organized if we actually delegated tasks to each of us. Like for instance, we could have Lev collect the iron and what not." You respond logically, speaking your mind without hesitation, only to be met by the usual stone cold Kenma. To him, communication seemed ultimately quite unnecessary, even in teamwork games, especially when everyone had a mind of their own. "I'm on stream. Kuroo can hear whatever we're saying right now." He finally responds, after a long pause, making you roll your eyes slightly before you shoot back at him with a simple response. "Then mute your mic." "I can't. That would defy the point of streaming." Your silly argument only ended after a rich and snide sounding laugh could be heard from the other end of the stream. "Kenma has a point, you know, yn." You immediately recognized the voice to be Kuroo, who seemed to have been overhearing you and Kenma's whole conversation, as he had pointed out before. "Plus, isn't this argument just serving a distraction to y'all? Sounds like my opportunity to attack your base..." He responds, the teasing tone in his voice is undeniable, making you furrow your eyebrows slightly as you turn your attention back to your phone screen, looking out for any possible incoming attacks. "Don't tease her, silly. Weren't you the one who begged me to make a peace treaty that none of us would attack each other's base until everyone else in the server is cleared?" As soon as you hear Kenma's words and Kuroo's rich laugh coming from the stream again, you feel your shoulders slump slightly. So that was just a mere tease to make me drop the argument with Kenma? "Heh. exposed me, didn't you?" Kuroo responds, before clearing his throat and continuing, "That was just to make y'all drop y'alls pointless argument. Come help me attack Green's bed instead."

✎ fyi!

Kenma, Yn, Yachi and Lev ended up winning against them despite how Lev was somewhat lost mid-battle was because Bokuto kept dying in the hands of yn (which made her really happy -- because she felt aura boosted when she could kill someone)

Bokuto just couldn't help but feel the need to feed yn's joy (especially after that silly argument she had with Kenma that probably made her feel upset that she couldn't get her point across)

I wish I could cover this more in detail but I couldn't wrap my head around how to so...:')

Throughout the game, Lev was actually the one who kept camping at their base and collecting the iron, diamonds, emeralds and what not.

Yn and Kenma had to keep pestering Lev to throw some out of his inventory so that they could buy items from the store (also because Lev was not using what he collected wisely)

He was simply upgrading all his armour and swords to emerald tier and then accidentally dropping down and losing whatever he bought) He also bought a lot of balloons (only to not know how to use them properly -- which is so me btw)

Yachi got a hang of the game after a while (However she wasn't that good at fighting others so she was mainly sneaking up to bases and destroying their beds while Yn did the fighting)

I used to love playing Roblox Bedwars so much (so planning all this in my head was actually so fun) but I actually really suck irl (like I probably wld be Lev more than Yn)

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FEATURES bokuto x f!reader

ABOUT | what could go so wrong about picking up a computer from the trash? Y/N is withering in despair as her crusty old computer has been reported beyond repair by the repair shop. But before she gets to spiral into madness, she spots a computer in the dumpsters. Little does she know that this find of hers, would mean more than just sparing the need to take out student loans, but also the promise of meeting someone new...

CW | might have major ooc, will have brainrot terms, strangers to lovers, online crush (check each chapter for individual warnings!)

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CW! | mostly written; barely any smau content (because idk how to squeeze it in), in yn's perspective

The next morning, you find yourself standing near the station exit that you've agreed to meet Bokuto at, wearing a white puffed sleeve collared shirt and light khaki long skirt. You had a simple messy bun updo and a small black sling bag accompanying the fit. And in case the place you were visiting would get cold, you had a slightly darker shade of brown cardigan draped neatly across your arm. You hoped it wouldn't get cold though, wearing the cardigan might just ruin your fit. You couldn't find a cardigan that could perfectly fit your outfit anyway. As much as you hoped to reach on the dot today, so that your waiting time wouldn't last long, especially since you've picked out a pair of black short-heeled boots, which hit off well with your outfit but were uncomfortable to stand in. However, Yachi has rushed you out of the house before when she found out you were meeting Bokuto.

It was a Yachi thing. Always too worried about getting late, never too worried about getting overly early. After all, she always felt better early than late. Thankfully, it doesn't take long to find Bokuto walking towards you through the crowd later, waving his one arm at you as he spots you, a large small plastered across his face. "You're early yn!" He says, smiling slightly as he draws closer. Oh God, his happiness is so contagious that it makes you instinctively smile back at him, despite the discomfort you're slowly starting to feel on your foot from standing in this same position for quite a while. "Ah yeah...Better early than late right?" You respond, shooting out a quick response at the top of your head. Maybe it's time to start crafting ready-to-shoot responses towards the sentence 'you're early' so next time the response isn't as awkward. You note silently in your head. "That's true!" He exclaims, beaming slightly at you as he turns his attention towards you. "Akaashi says that often too." He seems to add after a while, cutting the momentary silence between the two of you. His words catches you off guard for a bit, making you stutter slightly as you respond with the next few words, "Uh..yeah? Akaashi?" "Oh yeah! I haven't really told you about my roommates right? Akaashi is one of my roommates! He's studying-" You cut him off abruptly, waving your arms slightly in the air as you reiterate your words. It seemed like he was about to give you a whole biography about Akaashi then...perhaps, even every single of his roommates afterwards. "No..no..You've mentioned Akaashi before in one of your texts. I was just not expecting that, you know." "Ah! My bad. Anyway, any guesses where we're going?" He asks, taking you by the wrist slightly as he leads you forward. His gentle yet firm grip catches you off guard for a bit, making you jolt slightly. However, in order to not make him feel guilty for grabbing your wrist without warning, you quickly mask your jolt into what seems like taking a sudden large step as though you're avoiding something you can't step on the pavement. "Uh...I am not sure?" You answer, a tone of uncertainty yet curiosity in your voice. You expect him to give you an proper answer for a moment, but instead he turns around and gives you a big smile while replying, "Well then I guess we're only finding out when we reach!"

You're not often that fond of surprises because it makes you unsure of how to react when you've arrived at it..but somehow the way Bokuto does it today, some part of you anticipates it partially. And you're completely convinced it's his enthusiasm and confidence.

"And here we are!" Bokuto exclaims, his words interrupting your thoughts as you stare at the bright yellow and blue building situated right in front of you. He brought me to an Ikea...

You think silently, your eyes still fixed on the building's exterior, the bright colours nearly blinding your eyes as it basks under the afternoon sun rays. "An Ikea?" You ask in small disbelief and amusement as you turn to face Bokuto slightly, meeting his bright and genuine smile. "Yeah! I wanted to bring you to an exhibition, but I wasn't sure how to architecture exhibitions worked so I figured we could go into a furniture shop instead!" He exclaims excitedly, making you smile instinctively. As much as you questioned yourself internally on how useful visiting Ikea would get you brain storming, the way he's smiling at you and excitedly chattering with you while pushing you forward into the Ikea building, makes you feel like throwing away that thought. Who knows? Ikea is known for displaying their products in a homely showroom arrangement, it might be helpful. The optimistic side of your brain chides in as your footsteps fall in line with Bokuto's to enter the building. A light cool breeze of the air conditioner tickles your cheek as soon as you take your first step through the auto sliding glass doors. It's the weekend and of course, unsurprisingly, it was bustling with crowds of people. Some of them were families, parents pushing baby strollers as they strolled side by side, or even parents who were busy chasing after their children who raced ahead of them. Though, mostly, they were couples. Couples who were interested in finding and looking at furniture. Perhaps, couples who were trying to figure out how to decorate their new apartment together. As if on instinct, you feel your gaze fall on Bokuto as soon as you realise the common main audience Ikea seemed to serve, yet the male seemed u particularly disturbed. In fact, he was bouncing with excitement. His eyes almost seemingly shooting sparks as he gazed around the place. A main part of you, or at least what you insisted, felt relieved that he didn't seem to care much about it. Yet, a small part of you felt annoyed that he didn't notice at all. Though, those feelings were almost unexplainable. "Yn, do you have a particular part of the apartment you're planning to focus on?" Bokuto's words suddenly cut through your train of thought, making you turn your head sharply towards him as you paused to ponder about his question for a while. "Well...I guess we could take a look at bedrooms mainly..." You respond finally after a short pause, your eyes scanning for the directory as you continue softly, "After all, people who live in tiny loft apartments tend to be people who spend more time outside and only come back for rest-" But before you could even finish your sentence, you feel Bokuto's warm hand wrap around yours gently, pulling you along with him as he walks ahead. "What are you waiting for then? Let's go!" He exclaims, turning around to give you a small smile as he pulls your feet that was rooted to the ground off. You quicken up your pace as you follow along with him mindlessly through the sea of people. Usually you hate crowds, it makes you overly nervous and self conscious. It was the usual practice for you to look for a directory before you started walking around a place you weren't as familiar with so that you could avoid looking like a lost tourist in your own country. Yet, just today, you feel yourself loosen up, expecting a fun time with Bokuto. Even if you could tell the both of you had no idea where y'all were headed to in this huge Ikea.

You've never seen this many bedrooms in one place before, each filled with different decorations or furniture that brought out a different aesthetic from the other. "That bed sheet style looks really funky." You point out to Bokuto as you gesture towards the bed in front of the both of you in one of the bedroom themed display rooms. It had a design which made it look like streaks of light blue paint was lathered onto the white bed sheet in a messy fashion. He simply laughs slightly at your comment, nodding slightly as he looks at the bed sheet of the bed you pointed out. For a moment, you felt odd. Not because of the way Bokuto reacted, but because of the way you reacted. You would have been annoyed at the lack of response, especially when you preferred knowing others' opinions when it came to things related to design. Yet for once, nothing like annoyance showed on your face, other than the small silly smile you had as you watched him laugh. "The shark plush is really cute though." You respond after a short pause, gazing at the simple dark blue shark plush that sat near the top of the bed. It's comfort on the bed was short lived though, as soon enough you lifted it off from the bed, holding it in your hands gently. "What would you name it as?" Bokuto asked as he looks at you for a moment, his eyes seeming to sparkle with curiosity. His gaze makes your head blank out, though you silently insist its how you weren't expecting such a question. "Um..I don't really know.." You mumble softly as you stare at the shark plush that sat in your hands for a bit, looking into its black beady eyes which reflected your small reflection. "I would name it Blahaj." Bokuto declares proudly as you gaze at him. His small proud smile doesn't slip for a bit on his lips as you tilt your head slightly, your eyes looking amused. "Where do you get that from? That sounds like a foreign language name." "I take swedish lessons." He responds back, his voice not at all hesitating as he looks at you. You wonder whether your eyes are playing tricks on you as his gaze seemed to sparkle in a way which seemed to call out to you to praise him for it. But instead of praising him immediately, your hands flip for the tag attached to the plush shark, reading the name that was on the tag. As soon as you do, a small bubble of laughter bursts from your lips as you point out softly to him, "I suppose not. It's copyrighted." He pouts slightly at your words, his facial expression looking disappointed as you point out that he had simply copied the name from the name tag of the plush. Instantly, you find yourself quickly adding on to your words, silently determined to cheer him up again and bring that bright smile back to his lips. "Though, it's still a great name! I think Blahaj loves it." With your hands, you make Blahaj nod slightly towards your words, a small smile forming on your lips as you watch Bokuto brighten up as well. "Really?" He asks, taking Blahaj out of your hands, smiling brightly as he nuzzles foreheads with it. "You're called Blahaj from now on, then." He says softly to the shark, before taking your hand gently in his again, bringing you out of the display room as you widen your eyes slightly at him. "Are you sure we can take this out of the room like this?" You ask softly as you catch up to his small excited steps, your eyes gazing at Blahaj which he keeps onto with a tight, yet seemingly gentle hold. "Why not?" He simply responds as he turns to face you, an innocent and adamant gaze in his eyes. "He's our son now. He should follow us on this small trip." His soft words echo in your ears as you look at him, only to meet with that small bright smile. You feel your cheeks warm slightly at his words, the corners of your lips lifting up slightly. You can't help but wonder whether he was joking. If his words held no weight and no meaning, only a simple remark you were overthinking about.

Looking at Bokuto, you feel your head nag at your heart to take it lightly. After all, someone like Bokuto probably never placed too much thought into what he said. He probably meant it as nothing more than a joke. Thinking of it as something more than that seemed wrong.

extra side smau parts!

how is blahaj pronounced? (ft. the big brains & victims of the arts)

✎ fyi!

I went to check out an actual Ikea (in my country unfortunately) for ref, that's why this took longer :') the nostalgia was crazy ngl (I used to love going there when I was so so much younger)

im sorry if this chapter ended disappointing or what not (admitably I don't think I cooked this up well I'm sorry)

yes Bokuto bought yn blahaj (mainly because she looked incredibly reluctant to part with blahaj and he knew how it felt to not be able to get something he couldn't have)

yn wasn't that reluctant (if she was being honest) she was actually still wondering whether Bokuto meant "our son" as a joke

she didn't have any time to refuse Bokuto's request to buy her Blahaj (he did it behind her back)

Bokuto meant to say "our pet" btw but he forgot the word "pet" for a while and said "our son" instead (he wasn't intending on making yn this confused :'))

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CW! | mentions of death and blood

"seeing snow on the beach isn't the same without you,

Tiny speckles of snowflakes hit the ground gently, seemingly swallowing the blades of green grass and soft sand into a plain canvas of snow. The usual waves of lukewarm salt water which would lick up the front of your toes as you stood close to the shore seemed to contain tiny snow crystals. Standing in awe of the sight before you, you part open your lips to puff a small breath of air out, forming a small mist cloud into the air before it disappears quickly. Hearing a small chuckle behind you, you turn around to face Daichi's warm and bright smile. There he was, standing before you, both hands in his front pockets despite how they were already kept warm by the winter gloves worn over them.

"Do you think I can catch the snow crystals in the sea?" You ask him softly as you glance back at him before looking towards the sea again, admiring the way they sparkle slightly, standing out before the heaps of white snow patches. The sea, before the snowy ground, brought life to its surroundings. Like blush applied to one's cheeks after a layer of foundation, it brought colour and dimension to the beach on the first day of snowfall. Before he even answers, you squat down before the sea, which washes up before the shore slightly, each time taking a bit of the snow with it. Removing one knitted glove, you let your hand run along the sea water slightly, the cold water sending chills down your spine as it laps at your fingers. You hear Daichi's footsteps behind you, inching closer before you feel his warm touch comb through your hair. The fabric of his glove grazes the tip of your ear as he scoops up a handful of your hair with his hand. "You should tie back your hair, you might have better luck." He responds softly. His simple but comforting gesture makes you turn back, giving him a warm smile as your eyes meet the sight of him holding a handful of your hair back for you. "How about you do it?" You ask, poking his arm gently, letting him feel your cold fingertips which you had just pulled out from the cold sea surface. At your comment, he beams back at you slightly, the smile warm and endearing. For a moment, he seemed to accept your request, squatting down next to you and removing one of his knitted gloves. But instead, he hands the glove to you, placing it in the palm of your hand as he stares into your eyes and responds, his voice low and comforting, "I'm sorry yn. I couldn't see the first snow with you on the beach." His words make you purse your lips slightly, your eyebrows creasing as you stare at him in confusion. "Wha...What do you mean?" But he doesn't respond back, only giving you the same warm smile that he has been showing you all this while. Splat. The sound of something dripping on the ground echoes into your ear as your eyes instantly drop down to the ground before you. Red. It's so red. The colour of red almost blinds your eyes as more dripping sounds began to follow along, staining the white snow like an impurity. "I'm dead remember?" His voice finally sounds out again, echoing into your ear as you quickly lift your eyes back up towards him, your lips quivering. "N..no.." You stammer as you quickly reach to grab his hand, the hand that was flowing endlessly with blood, staining the white carpet of snow. "You're not dead, Daichi. You're here...here with me..." You repeat softly, almost to yourself as you reach for his hand. You feel your fingers shaking ever so slightly as you reach for him, not because of the cold, but because of...fear. You don't want to lose him. But before you could even grasp his hand properly, his figure disappears before you, only leaving trails of blood on your hands as you stare down at it in horror. "I'm sorry...I couldn't enjoy the first snow with you at the beach." His words echo in your ear again as tears fill your eyes. Your mouth gapes open, trying to scream but nothing comes out. The surroundings seem to still for a moment and the sound of waves crashing becoming more muffled in your ears.

The familiar sound of your alarm greets your ears next as your eyes flutter open immediately, greeting the bright yellow patterns of your room wall, an attempt in making your bedroom less dull. It was just a dream. You realise as you immediately flip your body to rest on your right side, hoping to see a familiar figure, resting comfortably next to you. "Daichi?" You call out as you turn around, only to come face to face with an empty and almost spotless side of your own bed. It was a dream. A dream that reminded you of his death and the promise you asked him to make with you. Nothing has changed about your reality. "Let's go and see the beach together today, okay?" You continue anyway, despite knowing how you're just talking to yourself right now. There isn't anyone beside you and that's the truth you've known for three years. It's just you, lying alone on the large queen size bed. Slipping out from under the thick down duvet that have kept you warm during your sleep, you rub your eyes gently as your feet met the cold floor. Oh. I forgot to turn on the bedroom's heater yesterday. You think silently to yourself as you reach for your phone on the bedside table, your fingers moving automatically to your voicemail inbox, playing the first recorded voicemail as if its a natural habit. And perhaps it is. Three years of doing the same exact thing, even if it's only during a particular period of time is enough repetition to be considered a habit. "Yn, good morning. Is it too early to be calling you right now?" His familiar voice fills your ears as your fingers press onto the play button. Instantly, it feels like a heavy weight is being lifted from your heart as soon as his voice is met by your ears. A heavy weight that you carry way too often that sometimes you don't even notice it until it is lifted. "I hope you're still not crying over Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind from last night." At that sentence, you can't help but laugh softly, remembering how you cried so much over that bizarre movie. A movie that Daichi said was too quirky to get as emotional as you were over. You had spent the whole later half of the movie making Daichi throw your tear-soaked tissues into the bin which was conveniently placed near the couch. Not that he ever complained about it, he had always embraced all your ugly cries over emotional films like any other parent would to a crying baby. Glancing into the mirror as you place your toothbrush into your mouth, pausing slightly after as you meet your reflection. For a moment you seemed to meet your teary-eyed past self after watching the movie as Daichi places on a headband, which held back the strands falling over your eyes so you could wash up better for bed. He used to tease you relentlessly about your puffy eyes while you brushed your teeth reluctantly, not ready to set aside the heavy emotional baggage those bittersweet movies gave you, trying to get you to stop overwatering your eyes. "Do you remember what you told me before you slept?" His voice cuts back into the monotonous sound of your toothbrush bristles grinding against your teeth, breaking the thoughts in your head. The reflection you thought you've seen of you and Daichi vanishes from the bathroom mirror as well, snapping you back to reality. "You wanted to see snowy beaches like those in the movie as well." Ah right. That's where the promise came from. The realisation pops into your head as you pull your toothbrush out of your mouth, placing it under the running tap water as you daze out for a moment. The promise that you would both visit the beach on the first snow day together. "I told you that's silly because that scene was a heartbreaking scene and you would cry again if I brought you to see the beach on a snowy day and I'd rather not do that." His words make you laugh dryly for a moment, the toothbrush nearly slipping out of your grasp under the running tap water as your nose turns stuffy, thinking back about that day. "I'm sorry you got pouty over that. You know I didn't mean that, right?"

"I would gladly bring you to the beach on a snowy day if you desperately wanted to." His words make you choke on your breath for a moment before you force water into your mouth with both hands, trying to bury your soft whimpers with the sound of gurgling. You can't cry right now. At least not now. You repeat to yourself in your mind as you bring your fingers to press the pause button on the voicemail recording, taking soft shaky breaths as your knees sink to the ground. If you cry right now, the sounds wouldn't allow you to hear Daichi's voicemail properly. Regaining your breath slowly, you bring yourself back onto your two legs, your hands clutching onto the edge of the sink desperately for support. It is as though the moment you let go your legs would fall back onto the cold bathroom tiles.

Lifting one hand slowly from gripping the edge of the sink slowly, you lift a finger to press play again on your phone screen, letting the recording run again. "So yn, if you allow me, let me make a promise to you to make up for the words I said last night." For a moment, you let your head drop to a form a small nod, as though he was speaking right in front of you as you hear his words. "Let's go to the beach on the first day of snowfall." A small weak smile forms on your lips as a tear slips down from your eyes. The promise sounded as sweetly familiar as you remembered it to be. Back then, you had held that promise so close to your heart. You would have reminded him every day as soon as winter seemed to close in. Everything romantic and anything special with Daichi, you loved those moments the most. This promise meant more than just a simple promise that was meant to cheer you up. It was like Daichi telling you he would embrace whatever you said was valuable to you. "We can wish something together while lying down on the heaps of snow gathering along the coastlines." "We can watch the sunset together although the most we will probably see is snowflakes falling and the winter fog." "Except, unlike Joel and Clementine, that day we won't mark the end of our relationship. It will be the start of our forever." Forever is no longer a concept you can promise you will have with Daichi anymore. The bitter truth reminds you softly, the noise almost irritating to hear as you swallow slowly and unwillingly. You're wrong Daichi. You think silently as you throw on a winter coat onto your shoulders, slipping your phone into the pocket as the recording comes to an end. Our love story isn't any much different from Joel and Clementine. I will struggle trying to forget everything about what I can no longer have. While you won't even pause a moment to think that those happy memories could ever become something heart wrenching. Yet, I can't bring myself to ever regret anything about you. And it sounds controversial to what I said before, but if I had one wish...

I wish I don't ever have to forget you.

a/n: I researched on movies that seemed to have snowy beach scenes for this chapter and honestly I was so shocked to realise how the movie, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, to be so ironically similar. I'll link the plot so y'all could understand the film reference drops better! Personally, not a huge fan of this show because of how confusing it can get but it has a really meaningful message behind it. taglist: @sahrii @keijiskisser (for new additions/removals pls use this form, thank you!!)

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prologue: three winters ago,

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CW! | mentions of death and blood, light mentions of suicide

"If I could choose the memories I wanted to keep, it would be anything but what happened then.

You still remember the day clearly in your head. The crisp sound of fresh snow crunching beneath your snow boots, the cool icy wind biting the tip of your nose and the edges of your earlobe as you snuggle deeper into your scarf for warmth. On the first day of snow, 22 November 2022. The cold was more bitter than before, nearly steeling the soft heart of yours. Tears slipped past your eyelids uncontrollably, quicker than the time taken for the atmospheric temperature to freeze them into snow crystals once they hit the ground. The sight of blood which stained the fresh white snow, the mark leaving a sense of distaste within you as you fall to your knees, sinking into the cold snow as you sob loudly into your thick warm scarf. The one he gave to you a few days ago.

It isn't anything special, really. You had multiple scarves in your possession before this silly hand knitted one he had given to you, certain patches of the stitches being a little out of order. Yet, he insisted you kept this scarf he had given to you, stating that the material of thread he had chosen was one that could keep you warm eternally over the winter season. Better than the other scarves you had. He had claimed as he shoved it into your hands. Back then, you could tell him confidently that you would be warm forever even without the scarf he had given you. Because you knew that his presence was the only source of warmth you needed. But now, with your head spinning. Your breath caught in your throat, coming out choked and suffocated. The words, "I'll be forever warm even without this scarf feels like a heavy weight you can't even spit out from the depths of your throat. He's gone. Daichi's dead. The man who steered you from making irrational decisions. The man who lent you his shoulders every time you needed comfort. The man who made sure you kept a balanced diet in every single meal you took. And also the man who you knew spent dedicated and committed amounts of time crocheted a scarf, even if he barely knew the basics of crocheting, to keep you warm and comfortable. Who knew that this scarf would have been the last gift you would receive of him? You wish you knew sooner. Maybe you would have thanked him more. Told him to not leave for work just yet. Stay a little longer. But you knew you wouldn't have then. In fact, you couldn't. You could've cried, begged and pleaded him to stay but he would've told you firmly, "For the safety of all residents, I would never let a killer suspect run loose for long. I need to go." And you would've let him. For who couldn't say 'no' to actions who brought back world peace and justice? Even if it meant knowing he would've died three winters ago. Three winters ago, you remember seeing the news report about the double murder of Daichi and the infamous serial killer. After that news report, you had to rush yourself to the toilet and retch into the toilet bowl, the queasy feeling in your stomach unable to bear the burden of the news even when you've seen the crime scene in person. Three winters ago, you remembered refusing to hold a funeral for Daichi, knowing you weren't ready to accept his death and send him off to the afterlife. Then, many of your close friends had questioned your decision, asking you to rethink it multiple times as it seemed rude to refuse holding a funeral for the dead. Still, your answer remained the same. Three winters ago, you remember standing limply before the mirror, your hands clutching onto Daichi's police gun firmly as you shakily point it to your own head. The only thoughts running through your mind after seeing the thin white fabric laid over his body as he was wheeled away from the crime scene was thinking everything had been stripped away from yourself then. Your source of joy, peace and comfort. All gone within that one moment. For a moment, being alive without Daichi's presence felt disgusting. It made you feel unworthy of living. But three winters ago, you didn't do it. You didn't pull the trigger. Instead, you had dropped the gun and swore to yourself that until you had found a reason to live, this decision will fall back into your mind. It's been three winters. Three winters without Daichi. It's time to let what happened three winters back go.

a/n: im sorry if my descriptions of first snow was so bad; I don't live in a country which snows (also tried a new format style, could you tell? teehee >< also if any of the words become large, pls ignore it...I tried to change it but it keeps glitching)

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ | 10 VOICEMAILS

THIS IS A Haikyuu! WRITTEN SERIES

FEATURES daichi x f!reader

ABOUT | the death for justice that I will always feel bitter about Y/N keeps 10 voicemails and every year, she plays them on 10 consecutive days. But this year, it's different, it's her last year hearing these 10 voicemails because it's about time she starts accepting Daichi's death and learn how to move on, even when it's hard.

CW | might have major ooc, full blown angst, i promise this is not a deadchi joke, mentions of death, finding closure, lots of flashbacks (check each chapter for individual warnings!)

STATUS | ongoing (update speed really depends on how active my creative side of the brain works)

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YOUR LOADED VOICEMAILS (contents)!

prologue: three winters ago,

one: promises

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#MIDMIYA ⠀─┈┈ ⠀ATSUMU MIYA

001. cupcake recipe

content. like two fat jokes, profanity, mention of el*n musk 🤮🤮

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    chapter facts     ˖     ⸺⠀   !

– the girls don’t know yet but mio’s kinda in love with kenma

– her ass is not slick 😭🙅‍♀️

– sawako has a soft spot for yaeko

– the girls are the only ones aware that y/n is behind @midmiya

taglist is now open so lmk if u wanna be added! :3

⸺ tags; @jayathelostdragon @reocidal @tabiito

@kozukn