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kvrokasaa · 26 days

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Wtff, I need this like rn. My hormones got me acting up,,,like why am I crying over this???

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—your boyfriend has a cute but questionable habit —wc: 1,140 ; sleepy proofread —fluff, birthday fluff, rin is (squeezes him gently), some personal headcanons, and slight younger rinnie personality headcanons —rimi's ramble: happiest birthday to rin itoshi my boy uee i love him so much <3 also halfway into writing this i realized how soft i always make him but i'd gladly ramble about that too

it's been well over a year into your relationship with rin itoshi.

and at this juncture, you could say that he's opened up to you about nearly everything. it took time, and you were as patient as ever in his eyes. he showed you everything about himself: the good, the bad, what he wants to be, and who he used to be. you can't be fooled by his grumpy persona and harsh body language, not when he finally bared his whole raw heart for you to hold and love. you two knew practically everything about each other.

which might be why you noticed rin slowly picking up some of his old habits from childhood.

for instance, he'd wake you up sometimes from your summer midday naps to offer going out and buying some popsicles from a convenience store nearby to battle the afternoon heat. despite your lazy protests, you'd drag your feet and go with him. and you'd watch as his teal eyes carefully scan the selection of icy treats inside the freezer despite knowing he'd always grab the blue twin pops.

another is when he'd take you to aquariums for dates more often. he once told you in passing that his brother used to love taking him to aquariums when they both couldn't sit and overlook the beach. and now because of how frequently you two have dates there, you two are practically regarded as regulars by the employees (they've joked to rin once about how he should propose to you in one of their scenic spots in the future; rin choked on the water he was drinking).

but the most prominent one is how rin would have this mindless habit of asking permission for the most no-brainer, useless, and quite frankly, idiotically endearing things.

you didn't question it at first. they were honestly all reasonable things to ask from someone who's in a relationship for the first time. albeit he was extremely awkward the first few times around, with him struggling to get the words out, you eventually got used to his small requests and questions.

a small "may i come in?" after every time he knocks on your door whenever he's over at your place.

a shy offer of "do you want me to brush your hair?" when he notices you dozing off a bit after a fresh evening shower.

even a "is it alright if i stay out late with the team?" text once every blue moon whenever he's dragged to their shenanigans (completely against his will).

rin may be struggling with socializing and understanding others' social cues well enough, but mama itoshi didn't raise a disrespectful boy.

you really haven't paid much attention to this habit of his until his birthday.

"i... i can do anything with you..?" rin questions, almost in disbelief. nodding, you parrot his words back, "yep! it's your special day today, so everything's your call!"

"anything...?" he asks again. and like earlier, you nod once more.

there was a beat of silence that accompanied the shocked look rin gave you.

"obviously, everything within reason..!" you cough nervously, afraid rin might've gotten the wrong idea or got too pressured by your supposed surprise, "we also don't have to go out or anything... like i said, whatever you-"

"can... we hold hands...?"

you stop your frantic rambling when your mind processed his words. your gaze is directly at him, but he's staring at the ground like he finally discovered something groundbreaking. the way he spoke sounded as if he was in utter disbelief. it was like if his crush told him that they liked him back, or like he was told that he won the grand prize of something big.

which is confusing.

"y-yes we can?" you quirk one of your brows with a rather unsure smile, "we often hold our hands together, rinnie. we even interlock fingers."

your boyfriend still has that dumb surprised look casted on the wooden floor, "oh.. yeah..."

you were about to question the tone of his voice when he perks up so suddenly and goes on a tangent,

"can we wear matching scarfs when we go out, then? it's practical for the temperature. can we use the one you bought us... that one with the sanrio dog you said reminded you of me because of soccer— pochacco?"

he sits upright and looks up at you with eyes filled with so much anticipation that you can't bear to look away, "we can wear that, right?"

you nod again, "yes rinnie, we can wear that out. like you said, it's cold anyways-"

your excited boyfriend cuts you off once more, like an overly excited child, "if it's cold, can we cuddle? oh, maybe we can also get a mini cake from the bakery nearby? or better yet a parfait— can we share? i don't like overly sweet food..." he gasps softly, like he's struck with the most genius idea, and looks up at you once more for permission.

"can i kiss you..? but.. like, a lot-"

you finally squish his cheeks to stop his mouth from blabbering more and more words that make you both want to squeal at his cuteness and shake him like a dog does with a chew toy because of how annoyingly stupidly adorable he is.

"rin itoshi." the man sits straight at the use of his full name. "i love you with all my heart but oh my god if you ask permission from me for yet another stupid thing i might kiss you and or muffle you with the couch pillow." as if for good measure that your point gets across, you flick rin's forehead softly.

"you know that you're free to spoil yourself, match anything with me, and indulge in any form of affection you're comfortable with." you leave a soft kiss on his cheek, which elicits a gasp from your boyfriend.

"so no more of these useless questions, okay?"

rin nods three times, still looking at you with all the love in the world. your black cat of a boyfriend has magically morphed into this puppy of a man, you can practically envision his imaginary tail wagging from excitement. but you don't mind this side of rin—the side of his that allows his inner emotions, his inner youth run free. if anything, it's a testament to how much he's grown comfortable with you.

your lips form a small smile, your eyes reflect all your love back at him.

just as you were about to change the topic, you catch his teal eyes drift to your lips, back up to your eyes, then down to the floor.

three seconds pass.

"can we-" "you just want the kiss on the lips, don't you?"

if it results in more opportunities for kisses, then yes, he doesn't mind asking all these stupid nonsensical questions.

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#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock rin #bllk fluff #bllk rin #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi

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kvrokasaa · 1 month

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Birthday Sex

cw: SMUT, mdni pls, rin x reader, reader is afab, mention of cunt and pussy, pet names (baby, sweets, my love), reader has a birthday in November, mention of Isagi and Bachira, mention of NNN (no nut November).

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a/n: I thought of this while i was reading smth ab nnn and birthday sex came on lol

It's been a year since you started dating Rin and he's been the nicest boyfriend. The most respectful one that you've ever had. He always holds the door open for you, which every man should do but all your ex's just walked in without you, he holds you close almost every night, there are some nights when he works late but you're sure he holds you close after you've fallen asleep. He always buys what you want, even after telling him that you don't need it, but of course, if you stare for longer than 8 seconds, he buys you it. He quite literally worships the ground you walk on.

Since your sixth monthsary, he told you that he's ready to have sex when you're ready. People would've said that he's moving too fast, but you two have been friends since your first years in middle school. You know this guy won't defile you and walk out of your life. He's one of the only men you trust in your life.

So, now that it's been a year of your relationship, you want to tell him that you're ready. Not to mention that it's your birthday month, smack dab in the middle of November.

But oh how much you want to kill his friends now. You accidentally overheard some of their conversation earlier and now you feel left high and dry.

"So," Bachira started, "You gonna participate or what?" You heard your boyfriend hum in question of what the former meant and Isagi finished. "NNN, no nut November." He stated matter-of-factly like everyone should know already. It's been a week into the month, but it's not like Rin's gotten anything from you, so he simply shrugs. "Why not?" He leans further onto the couch, resting his back.

Your pout formed in your mouth when you heard his response. You shouldn't feel too mad at your boyfriend, after all, you guys don't have any sexual contact with one another. But still, would it have hurt to say no?

So here you are, arms crossed and sitting on your shared bed, pouting and grumpy. Rin has been asking you what's wrong for the past ten minutes, but you don't want to answer. It's too embarrassing to tell your boyfriend that you want to have sex after he just agreed with his friends that he'll participate in the NNN trend.

Men, they're too competitive.

"Baby," Rin pouts when you still haven't told him what's wrong. "C'mon, sweets, tell me what's wrong, yeah?" He rubs your thigh and you almost physically react to his touch. A sigh escapes your mouth and you finally give in when you see his furrowed brows and small pout.

He's too cute for his own good. "It's just," you pause, unsure how you should word this. What if he laughs at you, worse, what if he ignores you? What if he tells you to calm down! Your eyes cast down to his hand, his thumb brushing reassuring strokes on the fat of your thigh. "I wanted to tell you that I'm ready."

Rin tilts his head a little, confusion evident on his face. "Ready for what?" His eyes widen, "Wait, did I forget about something? I'm sorry, my love." You almost want to laugh, of course Itoshi Rin thinks the best. You shake your head and sigh again, "No. I mean that I'm ready for..." Your voice dies down, a little scared to say it. But when you see that Rin is still confused, you elaborate. "I'm ready to have sex." You blurt out.

His eyes widen when he realizes. Oh, he thinks. But before he can find something to say, you blurt again. "I heard you talking with Isagi and Bachira. You're going to do the NNN trend. I was just hoping for it next week, cause you know.

My birthday's next week and I thought birthday sex would be nice. But if you want to participate then it's fine." Your hand makes its way to his, intertwining your fingers with his. A chuckle escapes Rin's mouth. He brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of yours gently. "Baby, I couldn't care less about that stupid trend. I only agreed because I thought you weren't ready yet. But if you're sure you're ready-" "I am, I promise I am," you interrupt. He smiles, "Then I'm ready too. Who cares about a stupid competition when I have the cutest and sweetest girl asking for me."

You didn't realize how close Yukimiya got until his lips pressed against your neck, his teeth grazing your sweet spot. A small mewl left your lips and a blush crawls its way up to your cheeks and ears. He pauses his ministrations and looks deep into your eyes, "Again. I want to hear you again." His lips find their way back to your neck, this time sucking a purple hickey.

You close your eyes at the feeling of his touch on your neck. The thought of people seeing these marks on your neck makes your thighs rub against one another. The thought that everyone could see these marks, the thought that everyone would know that you belong to Rin makes you throw your head back, allowing him more access to your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone, anywhere he pleases.

Rin's mind is full of the same thoughts. You're his now, his possession, his trophy, his treasure. His. His. His. You belong to him now. A growl rumbles from his throat, his teeth clamping on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your warmth and scent almost drive him to the point of insanity.

His fingers dance around the hem of your shirt, almost dropping into your skirt. But he seems to change his mind. You feel his hand move to your thigh, and his fingers trail up to your panties.

The groan he lets out sounds almost like a bitch in heat when he feels the wet patch on your panties. He moves them to the corner of your thigh and almost immediately, his fingers thrust up into your cunt. You gasp as your eyes roll up to your skull. Your velvet walls clench around his digits as he moves them in and out of your wet pussy. "Good girl." He groans out.

His thumb reaches up to your clit, circling, rubbing, pinching, just to hear those sinful sounds. His lips find purchase on your neck again, his teeth clamping down and marking you as his. He moans when he tastes the crismon from your neck. He pulls back just to admire his work. Purple flowers bloomed along your neck, and teeth marks litter on your shoulder and neck.

"Mine," his tone is full of possessiveness. "You're mine," he almost growls out. When you don't answer, he grabs your jaw and forces you to face him. "Say it." He doesn't let go until he sees your mouth move, your voice uttering out the words, "I'm yours." "Louder." He demands. "I'm yours!" His smile grows, but his eyes show his true feelings. Lust, ownership, and possessiveness swim through them. "Good."

Rin pumps his fingers faster, chasing your high with you. He wants to taste you, wants to ruin you. Your back arches to his chest, and your head falls onto his shoulder. Your whines echo around the otherwise quiet room. The only sounds could be heard from your wet cunt and your sinful moans. "Right there~!" You moan out, your voice hoarse.

"I-I'm close!" Rin smiles and leans down to kiss you, his fingers continuing their ministrations in your pussy. "Cum for me," he whispers against your lips. He kisses down your jaw and that's the last thing you feel before pleasure takes over your mind. The only thing you can think of is his fingers pumping in and out, in and out, in a rhythm.

Your orgasm hits you as you chant out his name. Rin leans down and kisses you again, silencing your moans. "Good girl." Your panting comes to an end when you get pushed against his chest, his hand running smooth streaks against your hair. "Do you want to go further?" He looks down at you with love, full adoration and love. You nod in reply, not trusting your voice.

Rin smiles and lays you down on the bed. From the way his eyes change from love to lust, you know that tonight has just started.

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kvrokasaa · 1 month

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I need a m!read (gn is fine but they are karasuno’s team) going against the Miya twins and them just being completely in love at first sight with them-like smitten-the reader as any type of spiker, a good one since that’s how they catch the twins attention pls 😩

I'm so sorry for getting to this so late, I've been super busy.

Jack Of All Trades

cw: 888 words (ayy angel number), m!reader, reader has he/him pronouns, reader gets called pretty boy, idk much ab volleyball so some things might be wrong,

a/n: this is short, i'm sorry. i've had no ideas lately :(

"There goes Hinata again." You sigh when you see Hinata's pale face, his pushed-out cheeks an indicated sign that he needs to puke. "I would've expected him to get over this sickness by now," Daichi sighed. He almost looks mad, but anyone who has been on the team since his first year could notice the reality: Daichi isn't mad, he's just disappointed.

Looking to the other side of the court, you could see Asahi, his back to the audience. He looks like he just got out of a fight and you sigh. He must've heard the audience again, people always say he's an old man, poor guy.

A sudden noise catches your eye. The door on the other side of the court opens and out walks the opposing team.

"Inarizaki." Kageyama whispers, his fist clenched. He looks down at his hand as if replaying the words Atsumu said to him. "You okay, goody two-shoes?" You tease him. Kageyama looks up and glares at you, his icy blue stare almost freezing you.

"Kageyama! Stop trying to start a fight!" Tanaka throws his arm around Kageyama's shoulders, his big smirk cast on his face. "You're gonna scare the ladies with that look." You roll your eyes. Tanaka, ever the lady pleaser. "Yeah, listen to Tanaka!" Hinata suddenly appears and throws himself onto Kageyama's back.

The sound of the two idiots fighting tuned out as you looked at the opposing team. Two of them catch your eyes, they look the exact same. Twins maybe?

"This is the team we're against? Doesn't seem like much." One of the twins speaks, his monotone voice throwing you off. Does he even want to be here? You shake your head and look back at your team, seeing what the twin meant.

"One more!" Daichi yells as he claps his hands. You cheer from the bench, hoping your teammates can pull this off. You've played in matches before, but for this match, Ukai wanted you to sit out and conserve your energy. Tadashi yells when Tsukishima goes to the back to serve.

The serve gets hit back to your team's court and everyone sighs, telling Tsukishima that he can do it next time. Ukai calls for a time-out and gathers everyone to give them a pep talk. "Y/n!" You turn your head towards the group and immediately your eyes set ablaze.

It's your turn.

Atsumu turns his head when he hears your name. "Oh, that's his name." He wonders aloud, his twin nodding his head. "Yeah, guess so." They both watch as you make your way onto the court and Hinata walks to the side. "Guess Shorty got switched." Suna nods his head over to Hinata, showing the twins what he sees.

"Show them who Karasuno is!" Sugawara shouts over the cheering, and everyone nods their head, screaming out 'Right!'

You make your way to Kageyama. "Let's do the trick." You whisper to him. Kageyama nods as the whistle blows. Suna serves and the ball comes flying to Daichi, who receives it easily. He calls out and every spiker gets ready.

All of you run at the same time, your arms to your backs, ready to hit the ball. Just like you practiced, you run and jump as high as you can.

Osamu looks over at you, ready to block the spike. It's easy, he thinks. He can read you like an open book. His plan is set in motion, he's going to block you and carry out the win like every year.

Your eyes look to the side of the court and Osamu moves his hands to that side, ready to bounce the ball back to your court. But, you hit the ball and it lands on the other side, the sound echoing throughout the now silent court. Everyone turns quiet. Are they seeing this right? Did you even hit the ball? How fast was that? Faster than the famous quick attack.

"Yeah!" You yell as you high-five Kageyama. What was that..? Atsumu swears that you didn't even hit the ball. How fast are you? A smirk reaches his lips, his eyes widen, and a blush makes its way to his cheeks.

"Hey, what was that?" Atsumu catches your attention. You look over at him and smile, "Better keep up," you glare, "If you wanna win." Your voice turns to a more sultry tone. Osamu butts into the conversation. "No, what was that?" He half-demands. You shrug and walk off to the middle of the court, stretching your arms.

"And the winner is Karasuno!" Cheers fill the court, and your teammates gather into a circle and almost pick you up. You made the winning hit, everyone's so proud. You can feel eyes on you; eyes that don't belong to your teammates.

You turn around and see the twins staring at you. You expected a glare, but instead, they were staring with amazement.

"Thank you for the game." Everyone shakes the other's hands. You make your way to the Miya twins and they both take one of your hands. "See ya later, pretty boy." Atsumu waves off and walks away with his team.

You look down into your hand and see two slips of paper. They each have a phone number written on them. On one of the papers, it reads, 'Call me, pretty boy.'

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyū!!#m!reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #miya osamu #osamu miya #inarizaki #miya twins #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #osamu x reader #suna rintaro

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kvrokasaa · 1 month

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My lips,

Your lips,

Apocalypse

#cas #cigarettes after sex

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kvrokasaa · 1 month

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Brotherly Envy - Rindou Haitani x Reader

Request - Boten Rindou being jealous of Ran (aka, his brother) because Y/n hangs out more with Ran instead of Rindou.

A/N - This is most likely completely out of character...like I said I've only watched the show.

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kvrokasaa · 2 months

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oml i love ur fics sm + im so glad i js discovered ur blog ! <3

if i may, could u do “things giyuu says during sex” ? its totally fine if not + its no rush

THINGS GIYUU SAYS IN BED

a/n: why did someone on pinterest say he’s the water pillar for a reason lmaoaoaaa. also i’m rlly glad that i’m getting more kny requests, pls don’t stop :)))

“n-no, it feels good. don’t stop.”

“you’re supposed to keep your hands on the headboard y/n,”

“eyes ahead pretty, what’re you lookin’ back here for hm?”

“on your back .. lay on your back y/n.”

“of course it fuckin’ feels good. st-stop asking me stupid questions.”

“it’s not gonna fit if you don’t relax .. you’ve got to relax sweetheart. rub your clit.”

“look at yourself in the mirror .. you look like a fuckin’ slut.”

“i think i wanna take my time tonight .. show every part of you love .. hey, no squirming.”

“i said you ride like a fuckin’ p-pro. fuuuck.”

“do it yourself. i’m not helping tonight, remember?”

“hold your legs—ohh, fuck.”

“can you breathe? breathe for me baby .. we’re done. it’s alright.”

“i don’t want to talk about it .. i just want you to open your legs for me.”

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kvrokasaa · 2 months

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Darling

cw: atsumu x reader, fem!reader, kissing, fluff, reader has a backstory, mention of someone dying, reader has a little brother, set in college

wc: 3.8k

A/n: I've been having Atsumu brainrot, mans literally has me rewatching Haikyuu for him.

"....Y/n-chan?" A sudden voice pulls you out of your head, you turn and see Isa standing there, waving her hand in front of her face. "Goodness, were you even listening?" She pulls a stern look, but you know that she's only pretending.

You just made it back to school after taking a year off for family issues. You needed to clear your head. Thankfully, the college let you come back, but there was one issue. You had to redo your first year. When you first heard this, you were taken aback. But after some time, you decided that you'd actually benefit from this. Being able to meet new people and not having to worry about others in your original grade level ask about what happened and why you were gone for so long.

Isa, your friend since your second year in middle school, opens her mouth to talk, but you can't hear what she's saying. Your mind is still clouded with memories of what happened just a few weeks prior.

Before you took off a year, it had been the beginning of your first year in college. But before you even had time to get accustomed and find out what major you wanted to take, you received news from your brother that his dad had died. You and your brother have different dads, and you were never close with his dad, only remembering him from when he was a drunk and always demanding everyone's attention and time. So the news wasn't that life-impacting for you, but you can't say the same for your brother. You took a year off because you knew that your brother needed you, he was only a first-year in middle school and needed all the support he could get.

"....But anyway, that's all that you missed." Isa's voice comes back into your mind, purging the memories of seeing your brother crying with a small black suit on. "So, do you know what you want to major in now?" She smiles at you, but the smile vanishes when she notices that you aren't paying attention again. "Seriously, you need to focus. I know that someone in your family just died but.." "He wasn't in my family," you interject. You don't want people to hear that he died, you don't want the pity looks -- you can't stand the pity looks.

"Right, not in your family." She stares at you before finishing, "But seriously, you need to focus. This isn't high school, you can't just cheat on everything." Isa raises her hands in mock surrender when you give her a pointed look. You understand what she means, you have to pay attention in class. You shouldn't let these thoughts get ahold of you.

"Culinary." Isa gives you a confused stare, not expecting the word to come out of your mouth. "I want to major in culinary." The look never leaves her face. "But you don't like cooking, and you've almost burned down my kitchen every time you've tried to cook."

You nod your head, "Yeah, I know. But over my break, I cooked for my family and realized that it helps." "So, like a coping mechanism?" You nod at that, yeah you guess it is a coping mechanism. You know her question before it leaves her mouth. "I'm going to major in culinary and take business classes afterward."

Again, "Bakery." The one word ceases the confusion written all over Isa's face. "Okay, did you get everything filled out? I can help if you want." You give her a pointed look and a playful glare, "You just started college, like, yesterday. There's no way you know how to help me already."

You both laugh. "Alright, this is me. See you later, and hey, tell me if there are any cute guys!" Isa waves you goodbye and rushes into her class. You let a small smile mold onto your face, only Isa knows how to make you smile when your mind is covered in darkness.

You make your way into the building. The culinary class is in the fine arts building and has its own cafeteria. To say you got lost more than once would be an understatement. You cringe at the embarrassment of having to ask three different people how to get to the culinary building.

You rushed into the class and finally made it. But now you wished you didn't. More than half of the class were looking at you, their eyes drawn to you like a magnet. You pushed some hair behind your ear and walked down to an open seat. But before you could sit, the professor calls you up to the class. A sigh leaves your mouth, you hope this won't be too embarrassing.

"Miss, L/n, mind telling me why you're late?" You put your head down, your hair fanning over your eyes, concealing them from everyone else in the room. "Sorry, I got lost. I-" "How many times have I heard that excuse?" The professor sighed and looked around the room. Everyone looked away, trying not to get caught. From the looks of it, everyone is supposed to be taking notes, writing on the whiteboard is what gave it away.

"Mr. Miya." Two boys flinched, but only one of them raised their head. He has blonde hair, more like orange, and his eyes a light brown. He smiled sheepishly, "Hey teach." His tone was full of awkwardness as if he was embarrassed that he was caught. "This isn't your class, go back to your own." The professor gave him a small glare, looks like you're both not her favorite people. "Aw, come one, Mrs. Greene. Practice ended early," Miya smiled.

She sighed and looked back over to you, then nodded over to Miya. "You don't need the notes today. Take it as a small punishment for not coming early," she finished with small malice in her tone. "Atsumu, give the new kid a tour." You were about to interject, to tell her that you've been here before. But Atsumu already grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the class.

After you two were father away and you couldn't hear the small giggles from the room, Atsumu dropped your hand and placed his behind his head. "That class is a snooze, why do people even take it?" He wasn't asking you, which was obvious. But you still answered, "Mainly because they want to." You didn't mean for your voice to be full of malice, it just came out like that. You expected Atsumu to be a little mad, but he only looked at you from the corner of his eye and laughed a little bit. "Yeah, I guess that's why."

You thanked that he wasn't mad, thankful that he let the comment roll down his back. "Anyway, what do you take?" You should elaborate, but Atsumu understood. "Volleyball, I like it. It helps me forget about stupid things, and it's fun to play." He smiled after he finished talking about his favorite sport. "Yeah, that's why I take culinary. It helps me forget about things." Why are you telling him this? It took half a year for you to tell Isa, your best friend, why you took a year off of school. But this boy, you just open your mouth and the words pour out.

"What things?" Atsumu's hands are back down by his side, resting inside of his pants pockets. He gives you a confused look, not a pitiful look, or a pushing one. He's just genuinely curious. And before you could stop yourself, the words leave your mouth. As if he's pulling them out of your throat. "My stepdad, well not anymore, my mom divorced him a while ago, he died last year. He drank himself to death, he was supposed to quit, he told my brother and mother that he'd quit. But he started up again and this time he.." You look down, not wanting to finish the last few words.

Atsumu understood though. He finished what you were going to say in his mind. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you remember it." "Oh, don't be sorry. He hasn't been in my family for a while now, and I don't really care. He was an asshole. Guess that makes me selfish, huh?" Atsumu shook his head, his hand making its way up to your back, moving you away from a passerby riding a bike. "Nah, you're not selfish, he lost your trust, that doesn't make you selfish."

That's the first time someone told you that you aren't selfish for thinking this way. Everyone else gave you glares and told you to shut your mouth, but this boy that you just met told you the words you've been waiting to hear. "So you like cooking because it helps you forget about him?" It took you a second to remember why you even started talking about your old stepdad. And after that second, you nodded, your face back to its fake brightness. "Yeah, but it's not just that. I like to cook, used to hate it honestly, but now it helps me and I can make good treats." You put on a fake smile and walked a little faster, wanting to get done with the doom and gloom talk.

After the tour, which you didn't really need, was over, you both headed back to the dorms. The sun was almost setting, which shocked you. The college was so big that it took you almost a full day to go over. But it wasn't just the buildings you went over, Atsumu showed you some private spots that he visits when he needs to clear his head. Of course, one of those spots was the volleyball gym, but also some really beautiful places. You didn't expect a jock to be this nice and have some personality.

"Which one is your dorm?" Ever the gentleman, he wants to walk you to your dorm. But too bad for him, you don't live in a dorm, you were able to get your own apartment last year. Thank god the lease didn't expire when you went back to your hometown to see your family. The owner only smiled and wished you luck, you're so grateful to have a landlord like him.

"I have my own apartment, so no need to walk me home." Atsumu's eyes shined, his smile even wider than when he was talking about volleyball, which was really wide. "Cool! Can I come over?" Usually, you'd say no, of course, you'd say no. A boy is asking to come over and you live alone. But the puppy eyes Atsumu gives you make you give in, which is a new thing. The only puppy eyes that work on you are from Isa and your little brother.

Atsumu's smile got even bigger when he heard your sigh. "Fine, but no staying long. I have a friend coming over later."

You both made it to the apartment and headed inside. "This is really nice!" His hands roamed around, his fingers tracing patterns on the tapestry hanging on the wall. He went to the kitchen to look around some more when you suddenly remembered your room. Clothes are everywhere, and what's worse is certain clothes that a boy shouldn't see are on your floor. You rushed to your room, slamming the door and quickly cleaning up.

Atsumu's knock at the door made you stop in your tracks. "Everything okay?" He sounded worried, you could almost picture his eyes full of worry and confusion. You almost smile at the thought. You gently slap your cheek, snap out of it, he's just a boy. But that brings a blush to your face, a boy is in your house and you're alone.

Thoughts form in your mind and the blush deepens. You quickly open the door, out of breath and disheveled, "Yeah, perfectly fine!" His hand comes up and rests against your forehead, "Are you okay? Your face is really red." Your blush deepens even more and you swat his hand away. "Yeah, I'm fine, just come on." You push away from your room and walk to the front door, "You got the tour, now leave. My friend is coming over soon."

After the door closes, you sigh and slump against it. The blush finally goes away. You wish you could go inside your brain and wire yourself to not like Atsumu. But it's obvious from the thoughts and the blush that this stems more than like.

After a fun night with Isa, aka just drinking and watching cheesy rom-cons, you ushered her to leave. Once everything was clean and the lights were out, you made your way to bed.

"Okay class, today we're going to the cafeteria. You need to make some cake, make sure to look at your notes for reference!" Mrs. Greene shouted out before everyone left.

Everyone got to the cafeteria and made their way to the kitchen, all the equipment already lined up and clean. You're confused as to what cake everyone is making, but from the small whispers you concluded that it's whatever cake you really wanted. You decided to make something easy, a moist strawberry cake with cream cheese frosting.

After an hour of baking, everyone was assigned to put their cakes up and let the chef decide which one is the best. A competition, you suppose. You placed your cake on the tray and then placed it where everyone else put theirs.

"Your cake looks nice," a small, almost tired-sounding voice followed you back to the section of the kitchen where everyone is standing. "Oh, thanks," you gave the person a small smile, but it faltered when you saw who was talking to you. Is this a trick? Did Atsumu dye his hair? The stranger noticed your widened eyes that were staring up at his hair and quickly said, "I'm Osamu, Atsumu's brother." The shock wore off and you quickly nodded. "Oh, that makes sense. Nice to meet you." You were going to say your name, but Osamu shook his head. "I know your name, Y/n right? Atsumu wouldn't stop talking about you last night."

A small blush made its way up to your ears, he was thinking, no, talking about you last night? You thought you were crazy for thinking about Atsumu last night, not daring to voice those thoughts to Isa, but Atsumu was thinking about you too? The thought brings a small smile to your face. How nice, a random boy whom you just met, and that you're in love with, you think, has been thinking and talking about you last night.

The chef, more or less the instructor, clears his throat and you direct your attention back to him. He gives the class a kind smile, in complete contrast to Mrs. Greene, and points at your cake. "This one is the winner," he looks over at you and smiles again, "Great job, Y/n." Everyone claps, and you feel very accomplished, but also a little empty. It's hard to explain, you just got praise from your class and the instructor, but you feel like you haven't gotten praise from the one person that matters. And that person isn't Isa, she would praise you every time you made something that she could eat.

You're missing praise from a certain teasing blonde.

"Alright, now you can all eat some cake, but save room for lunch!" The instructor calls over everyone since they're talking. You take a piece from your own cake and wrap it up, saving it for the man who's intruding on your thoughts. The instructor looks at you confused, usually people take a piece of cake from other people's cake. "It's for someone else, Mr. Greene," Osamu butts in and explains How did he know? Also, Mr. Greene? As in Mrs. Greene? Mr. Greene and Mrs. Greene are married?

You shake off the thoughts, that's not important right now. You say your goodbyes and head to the volleyball gym. But footsteps that aren't yours stop you in your tracks. You turn your head and see Osamu walking up to you. He holds up the bento as a way of getting you to understand. "If I don't bring Atsumu some lunch, he'll get pouty and won't shut up about it the whole night." You make a small 'ah' sound and carry on to the gym. But a thought stops you again. "Wait, do you and Atsumu share a dorm? How? I tried to get in with Isa but they wouldn't let me." Osamu shakes his head, "No, we have our own apartment down the street from campus. Thought it would be better that way," he explains.

Your face drops, are you serious? Why did Atsumu act so excited last night if he also has his own apartment? What's this guy's motive? "Don't try to figure him out," Osamu interrupts your thoughts. "It'll only give you a headache." He shakes his head and sighs. A small mutter of 'stupid Atsumu' was heard from his mouth, but you didn't point anything out.

You both made it to the gym after a short walk paired with a little small talk. The sounds of balls smacking the ground were heard from outside and you flinched a little. How aren't they hurt? You sighed and walked into the gym, almost getting hit in the face before you had time to shut the door. A little shriek left your mouth and every player hyperfocused on you. You felt small under their stares.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" A tall guy with owl-colored hair shouted. "There's a girl!" Another boy, a little shorter with orange hair also shouted. The ladder jumped over and smiled at you, despite him being shorter than the first guy, he was still taller than you. "My name is Shoyo, what's yours?"

"Y/n!" Atsumu shouted as he waved at you, jogging over to you. The shorter boy, Shoyo, looked over to the sudden shout. "You know her?" Shoyo asked. Atsumu smiled at you and then looked down at the bento in your hands. "Mm, is that for me?"

You followed his eyes, when did the bento get into your hands? You looked over to see Osamu, but he wasn't there. Your face fell, did he really just leave you alone with a bunch of men you've never met before, minus Atsumu? The weight left your hands and you looked back down to see the bento in Atsumu's hands. "Thank you," he smiled. "Oh, actually that's from your-" but he walked away before you could finish.

"We're practicing so you're going to have to leave," a boy with curly black hair told you. "Oh be nice Sakusa," the owl-looking boy said, "But he's right, you're going to have to leave, bye-bye!" He waved at you. Before you leave, you can hear Atsumu, "Hey, don't rush her, Bokuto!"

You smile and shake your head, and this time you don't try to hide the smile. Finally accepting that maybe you're starting to like this playful boy.

"Oh, really?" You giggled. It's been over five months since you met Atsumu and, as his rule, you have to call each other every night. If you don't call him, he gets super pouty and complains about it all day.

Atsumu's telling you about his day, talking about how he set the perfect ball for Bokuto and how they crushed the other team. They had a tournament early today, and they now, which you professed how you're super proud of him and his team. In the background, you can hear Osamu yell for Atsumu to shut up and go to sleep.

It's half past 11 and Atsumu seems super wired, still full of adrenaline from their earlier game. You smile at their little arguments, they always have them, and it's cute. "Oh really? You think our arguments are cute?" Shit, did you say that out loud?

You blushed and covered your mouth. "Okay, well I have to go, bye!" You quickly hung up the call and screamed into your pillow. How many times have you let your mouth speak your thoughts unintentionally? The first time was when you were with Atsumu at one of his spots, he looked so pretty and you accidentally voiced your thoughts. Thank god he thought you were talking about the sunset.

"Good morning, Y/n-chan!" Hinata's voice echoed through the walls of the gym. He waved and smiled big at you. You smiled and waved back at him. Over the five months, you got really close to the other players on the team. You even got close to Sakusa, which was surprising to everyone because he does not like people. But you suppose he appreciated how you always sprayed down a seat and cleaned it for him, and always put on hand sanitizer when you walk into the gym. Everyone said their welcome and good morning's to you as you walked past them, and you got pulled into a hug by Bokuto.

Atsumu ran up to you and hugged you, his arms tightly wrapped around you. "Good morning, Y/n!" You laughed and pulled away from him if you didn't, he would've tried to hug you for five minutes. Which you don't have time for. You grabbed his hand and led him to the club room.

"Here." You pulled a piece of cake from your bag, which is in a plastic bag. This is a tradition now, you lead him to the club room, give him a piece of cake, and wish him good luck in practice. You don't want the other players to see the cake, they'll want some and you don't have enough for everyone.

Atsumu likes it this way, it's like he gets his own thing from you.

What never happens in this little tradition is Atsumu eating the cake. He takes a bite, big enough to almost have eaten the whole piece in one go. "Mm, this one is good too, what is it?" He licks his lips and hums in delight. You smile, "It's just a normal carrot cake, I like them a lot and thought I'd share it with you. The carrot at the top reminded me of your hair." Your smile gets bigger when you see his little glare.

He swipes some frosting onto his thumb and sticks it in his mouth, "Mm, it's so good, can't stay mad at you." You smile again, happy that your work is appreciated by him. "Here, have a taste." There was no cake left, you gave him a confused look. But that confusion dissipates as quickly as it came when you feel his lips on yours.

His tongue makes its way into your mouth, his arms sliding around your waist, the plastic bag long forgotten on the floor. Atsumu pulled away, his arms still around your waist, "It's good right?" You could only nod in response, still shocked by the sudden kiss. Atsumu's hand made its way up to your cheek, his thumb smoothing the skin. He leaned in again, this time for just a peck. "Have a good day, darlin'"

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PT 3: New Emotions

You don't remember much, scenes kept replaying in your head. Olivia kept handing you shots, you danced with your friends, and Oliver kissed you.

Wait!

You and Oliver kissed? You shoot out of bed, immediately regretting it, your hangover is killing you. But Oliver kissed you; you kissed Oliver. What the fuck. How and why did you kiss him?

You sigh and try to remember more. You danced with Oliver, you got a ride home with Oliver, and you both made it to your apartment. You're still wearing clothes, so you know that nothing happened. But where is Oliver? Did he go home? You walk out of your bedroom and head towards the kitchen. You need coffee. But a jostle of movement made you stop in your tracks.

You walk towards the living room and see the man who's running your mind. Did he sleep on the couch? "Oliver? You awake?" He groaned and cracked open his eyes. Once he saw you, he smiled. "Oh hey," he yawned. "Good mornin'." You bent down and brushed some of his hair away from his eyes.

"Hey, we didn't," you paused. Oliver understood what you meant, "No, I'm not that kinda guy." He stretched and climbed out of the couch. "But if you want to," he teased. You quickly shook your head, a deep red painting your face.

You covered your face so he couldn’t see the bright blush. “Do you want coffee?” Was your voice always this high-pitched? You peeked through your fingertips when you heard rustling, a small nod came from Oliver. Quickly getting up and rushing to the coffee machine, you made him a cup of coffee. “Black with a little amount of sugar, thanks,” Oliver said.

After two minutes, his coffee was done and you brought it to him. This was the first time you’ve ever seen someone chug coffee, the shock was swimming through your eyes. “Tryna leave that quick,” you teased.

He only chuckled. “Nah, I just gotta get to practice.” You gave him a confused stare, “I play soccer, practice is almost every day,” he clarified. You hummed and walked away, grabbing some water and aspirin. “For the hangover.”

“Can I at least get your number?” Oliver was leaning against your front door, he wouldn’t let you open it to let him leave until he got what he wanted. “Listen, our kiss was a simple mistake. We were both drunk and I,” you paused, do you really want to confess to a random guy? “I’m just not in the right headspace to be seeing someone.” Yeah, that’s better.

“Oh, I don’t mean imma pursue you, I just wanna talk to you,” he gave you a sweet smile. You’ve known guys like Oliver, you were always the friend that had to give out free therapy because of guys like Oliver. So, why you give him your number, you don’t know.

You opened the door and let him out. But of course, Karasu just had to be standing there. With his friend no less. His eyes widened and he quickly looked away, hurt and shock floating around them. Before his friend, Otoya, could say anything, you pushed Oliver to leave.

Oliver winked at you and left. Once he got into the elevator, Otoya started to speak. "So, new guy, huh?" You scoffed, you still don't know Otoya that well, but you've also never been one to hide your displeasure. "No, not a new guy," you glared at Otoya, "What kind of person do you think I am?" Otoya chuckled and looked over at Karasu.

He snaked his arm over Karasu's shoulder and whispered in his ear. You couldn't hear what either of them was saying, but Karasu's smile returned in a matter of seconds. It wasn't as cheerful as usual, but Karasu looked happier than a moment ago.

"So, who's the guy?" Karasu asked in a low breath. You shifted your attention from Otoya to Karasu. "Oh, um," you cleared your throat. What could you say, that Oliver is a friend? You just met the guy, but you don't want to seem like the type of person who brings random men into your apartment. "He's just a friend," you said as you lowered your eyes to the floor. Otoya cleared his throat, a little pissed that no one was paying attention to him, "How long have you known this 'friend?' " Otoya was skeptical, which was obvious by his accusatory tone. He narrowed his eyes, zoning in on your nervous expression.

You didn't answer, you don't have to answer this unknown guy. You smoothed your hands over your clothes. "I should get back inside," you looked down at your clothes, you're still wearing your pajamas. You said your goodbyes to Karasu and Otoya and headed back into your apartment.

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PT 1: To a New Life

Laughs filled the small diner. Your smile was bright as you brought the cup up to your group of friends' extended arms. A small cheer was made: 'To a new life!'

Olivia took a deep breath, her smile bright. "I can't wait to travel!" Your friend, Olivia, decided to backpack across several countries for the experience. After trying to write a murder mystery, and deleting most of her pages, she decided to take a break and draw inspiration from different cultures.

"Hey, don't forget to send pictures." Your other friend, Sabrine, huffed. Sabrine built her own company from the ground up, although it's mainly an online company.

"Oh, I'll make sure to send them to Hana," Olivia quipped, her sarcasm evident. Sabrine only rolled her eyes at the tone. Hana is one of your closest friends in the group. Hana is the one who brought you into this small group.

You smile at the small, fake argument your friends are making. A notification from your phone caught you off guard.

Congratulations! You've been selected for the next available unit. The latest date for move-in is March 6. Do not reply.

"Holy shit." You placed your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide. "No way, holy shit."

"What?" Sabrine looked at you, confusion swimming in her eyes. "What happened?" Olivia and Hana focused their attention on you, your miniature outburst drawing the table's attention.

"The apartment I applied for," you almost lost your breath from the sheer excitement running through your body. "I got accepted."

Hana's smile must've been contagious because everyone else started to smile and cheer. "That's amazing! When's the move-in date?"

"Um in about two weeks." Olivia widened her eyes, "That's too soon! You have to pack up everything in about two weeks, no way you can do that alone." You just smile.

"It's okay, I can do it. I have most things packed, so it shouldn't take too long." All the girls smiled at your will to move out so soon. "You finally get your own place."

"Yeah, fuck hearing about your nasty roommates!" Sabrine raised her glass. "Yeah, cheers to that," everyone else raised their glasses and made a small cheer. "To a new life!"

After only a week, you had most of your stuff packed. It helped that not everything was yours, you only kept a few things. Many thanks to your roommates who love to buy everything. You felt a high sense of pride. You moved to this apartment, with the help of your friends, just after graduating college. Now you managed to get your own apartment, the rent isn't too high and it has enough space for you and your cat.

Only one week left. One more then you leave for your new life.

Even though you have a high sense of pride, you still feel very anxious. You haven't lived alone your entire life, and now you're just jumping into it. Yeah, you'll get your own space and freedom to do what you want, but you still feel antsy. Maybe it's just the excitement.

You don't know how, but the last week passed before you knew it. All of your belongings are packed, and outside is a moving truck. You let out a shaky sigh.

"Hey, don't be too scared!" Your roommate, Yuki snaked her arm over your shoulder. "You get to live alone now." You playfully scoff, "You're just saying that because you get more time with your boyfriend." She smiled as she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes stuck on his. Yuki's boyfriend Kazuki had his shirt off as he carried some of your boxes to the truck.

The happy couple, you wish you could relate. Most of your life was spent on your studies; you always promised yourself that you wouldn't let a boy get in the way of your dreams. But now, as you watch the happy couple smile and laugh at each other, you wish you could've just let yourself have fun in college. Now you have all the free time, you went to school and got the degree you wanted, but now you decided to write. So, now you have the free time to see someone if you really want to, but do you? Do you want to see someone? You're more of a person who wants to wait until you meet the perfect match. The type of person who drowns out the sound of crowds by just looking at them. Everyone says your ideals are unrealistic, but you know that it can happen.

"...Y/n!" You snap out of your thoughts. "Damn, you gotta help, you know." You laugh and pick up a box. "Thanks for the help," you smile at Kazuki. "I really appreciate it." He only ruffles your hair with a closed-eye smile. "No problem, squirt."

You scoff and move his hand. You've known Kazuki since you were kids, and he's older than you, so of course he's been calling you squirt since you were a kid.

"Stop it." He laughed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Yeah, yeah," he sighed and looked at you, his eyes showing his seriousness. "I'll miss you, kid. Call me if you need anything."

After only thirty minutes, you arrived at your new apartment. Your smile was wide as you stepped into the lobby. You told the receptionist your information and got your new key.

The air feels different, or maybe it's just because it's a new place. You were carrying the last box, and walking to your new apartment.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry." The words flew out of your mouth after the box hit the ground. "Oh, it's no problem." The stranger bent down at the same time as you to grab the box. Your heads bumped. You groaned and brought your hand up to your head.

"Sorry about that." He laughed as he grabbed your box and handed it to you. "Oh hey, are you the new neighbor?" You hummed and nodded, "Yup! I'm moving into room 417." His eyes widened and he smiled. "No way, you're my new neighbor?"

"Oh, you live in room-" "416, right across from 417." He finished. You laughed, "Well this box is getting heavy so I better get going. It was nice to meet you," you paused, indicating for him to tell you his name. "Tabito, you can call me Karasu."

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PT 2: More New People

Ever since that small run-in with Tabito, you've been seeing him everywhere. From the lobby (which shouldn't be too surprising) to the nearby market. Your friends keep saying that he's following you, but you don't believe that. You're not the type of person who thinks so highly of themself. A cute boy following you? Yeah right. He probably just has the same routine as you.

You sigh and get out of bed, time to get another cup of coffee and head down to the train station. It's been almost 2 whole weeks since moving into your new apartment, and almost every day, you've been seeing your friends. Olivia leaves for Spain in a week, so you've been trying to get in some last good memories before she goes. However, Olivia thinks it's fun to go to the club every day. You gave your excuses the first three times, but now you have no choice.

So, today is packed full of working (which is just writing) and then going to the club. When Olivia proposed the club idea for the fourth time, you decided to look into it; and of course, she chose the club that has the high risk of being drugged. Judging from the look of it alone, at least. But you still decide to go, your friend is leaving and you don't know when you'll see her again.

After a full day of writing, for what you hope is the next best seller, you decide it's time to get ready. You do your routine, shower, put on some makeup, and waste thirty minutes trying to find something to wear. You opt for a cute dress, it's casual but also a little skin-tight.

Your phone chimes and you walk over to it. A text from Hana.

'We're outside, don't take too long. Olivia is gonna blow a fuse if she doesn't get to the club soon.'

You laugh at the text, sounds like something Olivia would do. After scoping through your purse, making sure you have everything, you head to the front door. The keys jingle in your hands from the movement of closing and locking your door.

You sigh and turn around.

"Oh hey, funny running into you." The voice catches you off guard, it wasn't Karasu's voice. You turn to face the unknown person and see a man about as tall as Karasu, he has blonde and green hair. He has a bored look on his face, but his eyes show all his emotions. "You must be the new neighbor," he reaches out and grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back. "It's nice to finally meet you, the name's Otoya." You blush at the thought of Karasu talking about you. Does he think about you too?

Otoya's smirk widens when he sees your blush, of course, he thinks it's because of him. "It's common etiquette to tell someone your name," he finishes with a small chuckle. You take your hand from him, smoothing it over your dress. "Y/n, that's all you need to know." You can tell that Otoya means trouble.

Before he can respond, you take your leave. After getting into the elevator, the biggest sigh leaves your mouth. It was so stuffy there, you hope he won't still be there when you get home. The elevator doors open after two minutes; low and behold, Karasu is standing there, texting on his phone. Once he hears the doors open, he looks up and shuts off his phone. His cologne fills the tiny space in seconds. Your mouth quirks up to a tiny, shy smile. "Hey," you slightly wave. He smiles as he moves out of the way, letting you step out of the elevator.

"How're you doing?" He asks. His eyes wander down to your dress and they widen. "You look nice," Karasu clears his throat, "You going somewhere?" A small blush makes its way to your cheeks. "Yeah, I'm going to the club."

You could've sworn you saw his eyes darken. It's probably just your mind playing games with you. "I-I should go, it was nice to see you, Karasu."

You make your way past him. Your perfume filled his nose and a small, quiet groan left his throat.

"Damn, took you long enough," Sabrine crossed her arms over her chest. Her face gave away all her emotions. Sabrine's never been the one to wait; when she wants something, she's going to get it. You sigh as you get into the car, "Yeah, sorry about that. Got held up." Olivia laughed as she put her arm over your shoulder, "Yeah probably by the 'pretty boy' right?" She teased.

You didn't answer, but no answer is an answer. "Let's just go," you huffed out.

After an hour of blasting music and a little speeding, you all get to the club. The booming music was almost too much, and you haven't gone inside yet. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before you took the final step into the building.

The lights flickered with colors, blue, red, green, and multiple others. There were some people who were mingling next to the bar, and others dancing. Hana took your hand and led you to the bar, her grip tightening a little bit.

You both ordered what you wanted and the drinks came out rather quick. You didn't really feel like dancing, so you stayed near the bar, chatting with Hana about your lives. "Ooh, cute guy is coming over here," Hana winked and walked away.

"Hana!" You tried to protest, but she left and started to dance with Olivia and Sabrine. You fixed your hair and smoothed your dress down. All of a sudden, you felt out of place, but you took a deep breath and gathered as much courage as you could (AKA chugging down your drink). "Hey, I saw you from other there," the guy points to where he was standing originally. "And I thought you're pretty cute."

You laughed a little, "Confident, aren't you?" He chuckled. He ordered a drink and turned back to you. "Well, to be honest, I'm really nervous. You're like way out of my league." You chuckled and shook your head.

"Oh, my name is Oliver." He clarified. You nodded, "Well it's nice to meet-" "Y/n! Shots, let's get shots!" Olivia interrupted you. She looked over at Oliver and gasped, "Oh? Am I interrupting something?" Oliver chuckled and shook his head, "Nah, you're all good, jus' talking." Olivia hummed and handed you a shot of tequila, "Take it, for me? Please?" She dragged out and gave you puppy eyes.

You smiled and took the shot at the same time as her. You closed your eyes and hissed, "Shit, it's always so spicy." Oliver laughed, "Need a lemon?" You playfully rolled your eyes.

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PT 4: Almost a Mistake

"Hello, I'm calling because I heard there was an open spot for this company." You've been looking around for jobs, and of course, every time you called they just weren't hiring anymore. Writing is your passion, you love that you can convey your emotions and write something that can make people happy. But most of all, you love that you can write to make yourself happy. But writing can take up so much and so much money. You don't have the luxury to sit on your couch or at your desk and write all day. You need money to make money.

And finally, you found a place that's hiring, somewhere you can be happy at. It's not an office job, which you're immensely happy about. It's a simple job at the local flower shop and it pays good money.

The person on the other line directs you to the hiring manager and you both talk for a good ten minutes.

"So," Hana drags out. "How was the call? Did you get the job?" Sabrine and Olivia chime in from the background. Of course, telling one friend leads to every friend knowing about your job search. But at least they're supportive. "I don't know yet," you let out a sigh, "I have to do an in-person interview and then go from there."

The girls groan, "Really? Can't you just send in a resume and they just hire you?" For someone who had many jobs, Olivia really doesn't know what she's talking about. To be fair, Olivia only got the jobs from friends who recommended her, but still, she should know the basics of getting one right? "It's not that easy, Olivia. I have to go to an interview and hope for the best."

After a long drawn-out argument about whether you can just get a job online, you all part ways from the call.

'Congratulations! You got the job, we'll see you tomorrow morning at 9.'

You let out a little squeal when you see the text, you finally got a good job!

The next morning, you get up feeling as bright as ever. You get ready for your new job, and although the uniform is kinda ugly, you make it work.

The day has been really good. The second you met your manager, Aiya, you knew you two clicked. She reminded you of Olivia, a little wild but has a heart of gold. Aiya even bought food for everyone to celebrate a new person, you, coming into the workplace.

"One bouquet of pink and red tulips with some small flowers for tea," you repeated the customer's order. "That'll be $10.00." The customer smiled and handed you the money, grabbed the flowers, and left. Every customer you've handled today has been so nice, big smiles and lots of 'thank you's.' You've worked in customer service before, but it's never been this easy. You hope every day is like this.

It's been a week since you started the job and everything has been good; the customers have been good to you and your manager is one of the nicest people you've ever met. Even most of your coworkers are amazing, which is rare in most jobs.

You haven't seen Karasu around as much, which isn't a problem at all. It's not like you look up every time the door chimes and a person walks in, hoping and expecting it to be him, no you don't do that at all. But you sometimes wish that he would stop by, you have told him where you work now. It was included in a conversation with him, aka, when he asked because he hasn't seen you around as much. It made you swoon when he asked that; he thinks about you.

The door chimes and you look up. At this point, you've gotten over expecting it to be Karasu. But your face brightens when you see oddly shaped hair, the tell-tale sign that it's Karasu. But then it falls when you see Otoya, does this man go everywhere with Karasu? You're sure that it's not a coincidence, you're sure that Kaiser just likes to make you angry.

"Hey, long time no see," Karasu's voice interrupted your thoughts. You smile at him and discreetly glare at Otoya. "Yeah, hey," you look back at Karasu, "Can I get you anything?"

Karasu smiles at you and looks behind him, the red chrysanthemums shining from the sunlight peeking through the window. Tabito points at them and looks back at you, "Can I get a bouquet of those?" You look past him and see the flowers and a smile comes back. You're smiling a lot today.

After getting the flowers wrapped up in a pretty pink tissue paper, you handed him them. "Sorry if I'm intruding," you grab the money from Tabito's hand, "But who are these flowers for?" Karasu opens his mouth to say something, but Otoya interrupts. "They're for a girl," his tone was flat. "Karasu won't shut up about her, and I convinced him to buy her flowers." Your face falls when you hear Otoya, Karasu likes a girl?

You know this isn't high school, or college, anymore, but you thought he had a crush on you. He asks about you, talks to you, and oh god you've been reading the situation wrong this entire time. You plaster a fake smile onto your face and look at Karasu. "I hope everything goes well, you can never go wrong with chrysanthemums."

The sound of your door closing stirs you out of your mind. You don't remember how you got home, or how you didn't manage to crash your car without focusing on the road. You need to talk to someone about this, and even though you're going to face the sarcasm of your friends, you need their comfort.

"Are you kidding me?" Hana almost screams over the phone. After so much contemplating, you decided to call Hana. You're glad that she has the same amount of anger you have. "He likes someone else? Was he not flirting with you this entire time?" Your ear started to hurt from the amount of screaming Hana is doing.

"It's okay, It's not like we're in high school," you sigh. How many times has this happened before? Like two or three, still a lot though. "No, it's not okay," Hana responded. She gave out the biggest sigh, "If you need me, I can come over and bring some ice cream, we can watch however much rom-cons you want," she said sympathetically.

"Nah, it's okay, I'm just gonna drown myself in some wine and call it a night, love you." You hung up before she could respond. Hana is like that voice in the back of your head, she wants to make sure you make the right decisions, but right now you want to just get drunk and forget about all this.

The music blared through your speaker, you're sure the neighbors are pissed, but who cares? You poured yourself another shot of whiskey and took a quick chug of your chaser. You didn't even remember you had the whiskey, maybe Kazuki slipped it into one of your boxes for a going-away present.

You hummed and grabbed your phone to skip the song. The momentary silence made you groan, why do songs take so long to change?

A knock at your door made you pause. Was someone here to complain. You weren't going to answer the door, but the knocks didn't stop. You groaned and paused the music before it could blast again. "Coming, 'm coming!" You hurried to the door, took a deep breath, and tried to act sober.

Once you opened the door, your tight smile fell and you sighed, "Otoya? What are you doing here?" Your words were slurred, but he could still make out what you said. He raised a brow and walked into your apartment, okay you don't remember allowing him in. "I should be the one asking why you're blasting music." He looked around your apartment, the mess made you blush. Of course he comes over when you're apartment is a mess. It is kinda his fault, though. If he didn't bring up the flowers, you wouldn't be shit-faced with clothes thrown around your living room.

"Partying, really?" "You're not allowed to say anything." You bite at him and flopped onto your couch. You put your feet up on the coffee table and leaned back, "Why are you here?" He sat next to you, "Wanted to make sure you're okay." You groaned, "Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm perfect!" You cheered as you lifted your arms above your head. "Don't lie to me, I saw the hurt in your eyes." Otoya looked at you, pity swimming in his eyes. "Shut up," you glared at him.

"Listen, you're too pretty for Karasu. He wouldn't know what to do with you, and he likes someone else." You feel like he's lying. "Oh really? Too pretty for him?" He hummed as an answer. "Then who would be perfect for me?" Otoya smiled and leaned towards you, "You should know, pretty." You rolled your eyes, you don't care if Otoya thinks you're too pretty for Karasu. Karasu is pretty, he's perfect for you.

Otoya leaned closer, his breath hitting your skin. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. He leaned closer again. "Can I kiss you?" Your breath was shaky as you exhaled. You almost said yes.

But, even in your drunken stupor, you knew you had to say no. Yeah, maybe Karasu doesn't like you and only sees you as a friend. But that doesn't mean you should kiss, or sleep with, his best friend. You're just not that type of person.

You shake your head and lean back, taking in a deep breath. "We shouldn't be doing this." You looked down, afraid of what his reaction would be. But Otoya placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed a little, "It's alright." He smiled a little. You expected him to be a little mad, but he just gave you a kind smile.

"I know what you're thinking," he smoothed a hand through his hair, "But I'm not that type of guy. If you don't want it, then I won't force you." Otoya grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on the back. "But know, you won't find a man like me," he gave another smile, but this one was full of confidence. He really believed what he said. "Goodnight, darling," he placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair a little.

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