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ATE IT AWPPPPPPP

-> arrow one: Radio Romance

Genre: Fluff, maybe angst?, happy ending but getting there takes a while lol

Pairing: Atsumu Miya of Haikyuu x Black female OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Misunderstanding, profanity, a tad bit suggestive at the end, quite a bit of italicized font, in case that is an issue for anyone

a/n: it's been quite a while since I've written (for a number of reasons) but I hope everyone enjoys !

"From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart." ― Atticus

“Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Those words rang through Atsumu’s head like a siren as he watched the owner of the voice pass by, her laugh disrupting the flow of the busy hallway in the best way possible. He watched as her primly pressed hair cascaded down her back in layers, brushing up against the backpack that hung off her shoulder.

In all honesty, Atsumu didn’t quite notice Himari at first. She kept to herself in class, and they didn’t have any mutual friends so run-ins were scarce. He just didn’t have the opportunity to truly see her, until…

The sun was high in the sky, and the four walls of the gym did very little to keep the heat at bay. The match had already started by the time the girls got there, with the second set in full swing as they managed to find just enough seats for their group of four.

‘Coming through, sorry!” The girls recited like a mantra until they made it to their destination.

“This all could’ve been avoided if Himari would’ve just accepted to come in the first place.” Satomi chimed in, avoiding the glare the other girl shot her way.

“You guys could’ve come without me.” She pouted, slumping down in her seat.

“No, we agreed this would be a GROUP outing. No one left behind.”

“Why did we even have to come at all? None of y’all are into sports.”

“I may not be into sports, but I’m into him.” Satomi nodded towards the curly-headed #15.

“Kiyoomi? I should’ve known. He never talks, and that’s exactly your type.” Himari said, laughing when all she received was a smirk in response.

“What about you, Himari? Who's your type on the team?” Sakura asked.

“Don’t have one.” Himari shot her down immediately.

“I can see you with Shugo, Hima!” Satomi enthused.

“You girls are impossible. I shouldn’t have come.” Himari sighed, standing up to leave. This was a waste of her time after all.

“Hey dumbass, duck before you get hit!” Someone shouted. Himari turned to see a ball flying her way. Her fight or flight failed her, and their less popular sister ‘freeze’ presented herself at what had to be the worst time possible. She closed her eyes, awaiting the object’s brash introduction to her face.

Yet, it never came.

Instead, she heard cheers all around her. When Himari opened her eyes, she came face to face with a man much taller than her holding a ball and donning a dazzling smile.

“You okay?” He asked, his bleach blonde hair drenched in sweat.

Himari nodded frantically, unable to do anything but sit back down.

The game quickly resumed, but the swift movements on the court did very little to slow the thumping of Himari’s heart.

They stayed until the ball rolled off the court and into the team manager’s hands. The girls kept in close proximity to each other as the whole gym attempted to shuffle through the double doors.

“Sooo…Hima…”

Himari sighed. Nothing good ever came when Satomi used that tone of voice. “Yes, Satomi.” She replied flatly.

“I saw that smile Atsumu gave you. What do you think?”

Atsumu. So that was his name.

“I’m appreciative of him catching the ball before I lost my face.That’s it.”

Satomi groaned. “Seriously? Not even a little interested? He was totally checking you out! You guys would be so cute together! Star volleyball player and academic prodigy!” She said dreamily. “Even if it isn’t Atsumu, maybe somebody else? “Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

Knowing she couldn’t get herself out of this conversation any other way, Himari said:

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Ever since that day, Atsumu kept his distance despite his feelings. After all, pining after a girl that saw athletes as a waste of time surely wouldn’t end well for him, right? Yet, the young setter just couldn’t shake how he felt. He observed her on her way to class, greeting professors in the hallways. He noticed how she took the time after class to help others with the material. He even ran into her occasionally feeding the stray dogs in town. Surely someone like that couldn’t possibly dislike sports players for such a futile reason…?

But that’s what she said.

His stupid brain reminded him every time his eyes lingered. Every time he found himself laughing at the jokes she’d tell her friends right before class began. Every time she wore that one skirt to class that flowed just a little too fluidly when she twirled around-

“Athlete. Not her type. Right.” Atsumu mumbled to himself, snapping out of his thoughts.

He walked the halls, nearly walking past a group of students putting up a large sign near the entrance.

Don’t Kiss, Just Tell! Do you have someone you’ve always wanted to confess to, but just couldn’t bring yourself to? Let it all out in a radio message! Tell them everything you like about them, and leave nothing out. Calls are accepted both identified or anonymous. Will you be brave enough to proudly profess your love? Who knows, you might just land yourself a Valentine… Courtesy of the A/V Club

Atsumu read the number and date at the bottom of the poster. The event was two days from now.

“Thinking of finally manning up and confessing to your genius girlfriend?” A familiar voice said behind him.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and turned around to face his gray-haired brother. “Fuck off. I was just reading it.”

“It might work if you ask me. You’re so obvious she’ll realize it’s you even if you stay anonymous, she’ll marry you out of pity and your future kids will have a fighting chance at being smarter than you.” Osamu listed off his reasons only to barely dodge the punch Atsumu sent his way.

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Atsumu laid in bed that Friday night, twirling his phone idly. It was radio show night, and “Don’t Kiss, Just Tell!” was in full swing. There were multiple, rather public displays of affection, including some loser from the soccer team practically objectifying some poor girl, insisting he wanted to “see them tiddies.” That one nearly made Atsumu cut the broadcast off altogether. He wouldn’t blame Himari for hating someone like that.

The small device in his hand buzzed, his brother’s name appearing on the screen.

Samu: haven’t heard you profess your love yet, Romeo

Atsumu rolled his eyes, of course Osamu was tuned in while working at his on-campus stall and anticipating his contribution.

Atsumu: don’t you have customers to attend to?

O: it’s this pretty little thing called multitasking. Call the show! Unless you want someone else to call about her.

The boy sighed, sitting up. He definitely didn’t want that. But what was he going to say? What if he sounded stupid? Atsumu wondered if Himari was even listening.

No. It didn’t matter if she was listening. There was the option to be anonymous, so he could just call in, get these feelings off his chest, and move on from the one-sidedness of whatever this was.

Atsumu’s fingers tapped his phone screen in quick succession before his brain could catch up and potentially stop them.

“Wooo! Everyone settle down and listen up because we have another caller!” Fuck.

“Caller, either state your name or speak your mind! Either way, no judgment here. Just say what feels right!”

Atsumu didn’t give his brain time to second guess itself OR time to think of what to say.

“Well, I’m not sure what to say, but I guess I can start at the beginning. The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match. I was frustrated as the odds weren’t in the team’s favor at the moment. I was close to losing it until I saw you. It was the first time I’d smiled since the game started,” He rambled, trying his best to keep any specific details out. “Ever since that day, I can’t get you out of my mind. You walk through the halls, laughing with your friends and you’re the only person I see. Your laugh is quickly becoming my favorite song. Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time. Of course it is, you’re so smart. With that level of intelligence, I wouldn’t even blame you for being stuck up or presumptuous, but you’re not. You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient. I even see you tending to the stray dogs in the area, and it warms my heart how sweet you are.” Atsumu sighed. He was sure people were sick of him, but it felt impossible to stop once he opened the floodgates. “I’ve longed to get to know you for months, but I doubt you’d ever like me back. So, I just wanted to speak on my feelings so I can move on.”

“Excuse me, but if I can just interject.” The host spoke up. “Are you sure you don’t want to identify yourself? This is the most genuine confession we’ve heard all night!”

“Uhh, yeah. I’m good, man. I’d love to treat her the way she deserves, but I don’t think she’d go for a guy like me.”

“Do you at least want to say your crush’s name? They should at least know they’ve made someone feel this way.”

Atsumu hesitated. He hadn’t thought about revealing who Himari was. Should he? It’s not like she’d figure out who it was regardless.

No. Himari is a pretty reserved person. She wouldn’t like her name attached to such a public announcement. She barely enjoyed the praise in class. Also, wouldn’t naming her make it seem like Atsumu wants to seduce her? His intention was purely to get it off his chest.

“Are you still there?” the host asked, yanking the blond-haired man out of his internal dilemma.

Without responding, Atsumu lowered the phone from his face, hitting the red button.

“That’s the end of that.” He mumbled.

Buzz.

Himari tossed and turned in bed, sighing deeply. Her phone had been going off for the past hour, and she’d been waiting patiently for it to die down so she could go back to sleep because who could possibly be bothering her at 9 AM on a Saturday?

The buzzing subsided for a while, and Himari thought she was in the clear. Until she heard her ringtone, that is.

She slammed her pillow on her head, screaming into the muffled void.

She checked the screen. “Satomi, what do you want?”

“Come open the door.”

Himari shot up from the bed. “There’s no way you’re at my house right now.”

The banging on the front door was confirmation enough. Trudging out of bed, she swung it open to reveal her two best friends on the other side.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You weren’t answering the phone.” Satomi brushed past her, making a beeline for the living room.

“That’s because if you’re having an emergency, you need to call the police.” Himari fell back on the sofa, closing her eyes.

“It’s not that kind of emergency, Hima. Did you listen to the A/V club’s episode last night?” Sakura asked.

“You know I don’t listen to that mess.”

“That means you missed your love confession, then.” Satomi mused.

“My what?”

“Allegedly, Satomi.” Sakura side eyed the younger girl. “Hima, listen to the recording. We really think this could be about you.”

Himari watched as her friends pressed play.

“The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.”

“Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.”

“You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient.”

“How do you know it’s about me? He never said a name. He didn’t even say his own!”

“But,” Satomi raised her finger in the air, “He did say the first time he saw her was during a match where he was losing. Our team has either been losing or lost at all the matches you’ve been to.” She pauses. “Hmm, on second thought, maybe you’re the problem.”

Himari ignored Satomi’s sly remark. “Lots of girls are there…”

“But most girls that are there, Sakura and I included, have been there before. It sounds like this guy’s first encounter with the girl was recent, so of all of us, who could that be? The girl that just recently started going to matches or girls he sees on the regular?” Satomi raised an eyebrow and nodded toward her friend.

“So,” She started, choosing her words carefully, “If the confession’s about me…now what?”

She sighed as she saw smiles spread across her friends’ faces. “Oh my gosh…” Sakura leaned forward, her chin resting in her hand.

“I knew it!” Satomi shot up from her seat. “I knew you liked someone on the team! You couldn’t peel your eyes away from the court that day! I even tried to get you to admit it but you spewed some nonsense about not wanting to deal with any athletes. But then you kept going to matches with us! Why would you come if there’s no benefit? Who is it? Tell us!”

Sakura yanked Satomi back down on the couch, giving her a look when she complained. “Do you like someone on the team, Hima?” She asked.

Himari fidgeted in her seat, thinking back to the first time she saw Atsumu. The way he swooped in and caught the ball so effortlessly, tossed it to his spiky-haired teammate, and then turned to her with the brightest smile before asking if she was okay. Himari was even sure he was glowing. How the heck do you even glow midway into a volleyball match?

But that was just it. The Atsumu she knew was a star player. He was outgoing, brash, and a jokester. Surely, he’d never sound like the dejected caller from last night that sounded so unsure of themselves, right?

“I do, but I don’t think this is him.”

“Huh? Are you sure?” Satomi asked, pouting when Hima nodded, “I was hoping for a perfect love story. Two people crushing on each other coming together for a whirlwind romance!” She exclaimed.

“Well, why don’t we try tracking down who it is? Even if it isn’t the guy you like, maybe you’ll gain a friend? Something more?” Sakura asked.

Already feeling like her friends aren’t going to let this go, she shrugged and looked up at them:

“How do we do that?”

“Thanks, Atsumu!”

The blond smiled, waving the customer off before sitting on the small stool for a break. Osamu had run off to see some girl, leaving his twin in charge of his on-campus food stall.

Must be nice, Atsumu thought.

The past week had been…interesting, to say the least. Atsumu had to endure his teammates’ pestering as well as his brother’s teasing from his confession. The whole team wanted to know who had stolen the star setter’s heart. Atsumu didn’t entertain the conversation (He did, however, make Bokuto promise to not say anything when he guessed correctly as to who it was.)

All Atsumu wanted to do was head home and wallow study, but here he was selling onigiris while his brother was off falling in love somewhere. He sighed, resting his head on his arm atop of the counter.

“Just go ask, Hima.”

Atsumu’s ears perked up. That sounded like Himari’s best friend, which means…

He peeked out the corner of his eye, and there she was. Dressed in a hot pink crop top that revealed her melanin-kissed midriff, light blue jeans and white sneakers, her high ponytail swayed back and forth as she approached Kaito, a guy Atsumu recognized from his Psychology class.

“Hi! Kaito, right? This might seem really awkward but it’s about the radio episode from last week…”

Atsumu watched as Himari mentioned his confession to another guy, asking if it was from him. So she had heard it. Atsumu was conflicted on if he should feel happy that she heard it, or sad that she hadn’t figured out it was him. Did she really think Kaito was the type of guy to pour his heart out like that? Did she like Kaito? Had she spoken to any of the other guys? Why hadn’t she come to ask him yet?

He pulled the hat further down onto his head, covering his eyes. As much as he wanted to go over there and admit it was him, he already made up his mind that he would let it go. How could he be so sure her reaction would be positive? For all he knew, she was probably prepared to tell Kaito off. Maybe it was for the best that she hadn’t suspected him. He watched her walk back to her friends and leave the area before calling Osamu:

“Get back here before I close your stall for the day, I’m going home.”

Himari rubbed her temples as she shut off the radio show. She spent the past two weeks talking to more classmates than she ever had since orientation. She was met with many confused expressions from students either wondering why she thought it was them or why she was sure this person was talking about her. In the end, she resorted to listening to the radio special in hopes that the confessor would change his mind and call back to either reveal who he was, who he admired, or in an ideal situation: both.

Of course, this was to no avail. All she heard was call after call of people using cheesy pick-up lines and practically begging to not spend tomorrow alone. Himari walked over to her front door, slipping her sneakers on for a quick walk to the convenience store. Maybe some fresh air would calm her thoughts.

She zipped up her coat as she turned the corner, watching how the snow settled on the treetops and glittered on the roofs of the cars.

I wonder how the dogs are holding up, she wondered. She made a mental note to stop by on her way back. The bell rang as she stepped through the threshold, signaling her arrival. She waved at the cashier as she headed to the fridge, grabbing a few drinks and some ice cream to eat at home. Noticing the dog food on sale, she grabbed a few to take with her.

“Nice to see you again, Hima!” The cashier smiled, scanning her items. “Heading to see the dogs today?”

“Yep! Just for a bit. I wanna see how they’re doing in the snow.”

“Oh! Take this with you. They can use this.” She turned to a small cubby area, procuring a fluffy, gray blanket. “I don’t use it much so don’t worry about it. It’ll keep them warm.” She handed the blanket over along with Himari’s purchases and receipt.

“This is amazing, they’re going to love this. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it, see you next time!”

The snow had let up a bit, but Himari still made haste to the small alleyway where she usually found the dogs. She walked in, but instead of hearing the usual barks and pitter patter of paws heading towards her from them, she saw open, half-eaten tins of food. She saw the wagging tails of the dogs who were facing away from here.

And she saw very distinct bleach blond hair peeking out of a black hoodie.

“Leave me alone.”

“She’s been running around campus trying to figure out who you are, and you still think you don’t even have the tiniest chance?” Osamu asked.

Atsumu pinched the bridge of his nose. Osamu had been following him around the house, pestering him about his inactivity in the matter. He just couldn’t understand how his extremely outgoing brother was suddenly taking a vow of silence regarding his feelings.

Atsumu grabbed his keys off the hook. “I’m going out for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.” Osamu said.

“I’d rather take my shoes and socks off and walk through your collection of Legos.” He replied, slamming the door on his way out and ignoring his brother’s giggles.

He walked aimlessly for quite some time, pulling his hood over his head at the first sign of snowfall.

Is Osamu right? Isn’t just leaving her be the right thing to do? He thought to himself. It’s true that he’s never been the type to back down, but is that really the best course of action with someone he likes this much? Or maybe, his focus should be on proving to her that her thoughts about athletes are wrong. He can care about more things than just volleyball. That’s it! He’d prove her wrong and when she’s finally seen the truth, he’ll-

Atsumu was dragged out of his thoughts by a strong thump against his leg. He looked down to see a brown-fur dog wagging its tail at him.

“Now what are you doing out here in the snow like this, huh?” He smiled, leading the dog back into the alleyway. He noticed the other dogs sitting next to a trash can, also getting wet from the snow.

Finding a discarded wooden door, Atsumu laid it atop of the trash cans, giving the dogs a roof.

“There you go, that should be good enough at least for tonight. You’re probably hungry, huh? Should I get you something to eat?” Atsumu laughed at the increased wagging at the mention of food. He ran to the store around the corner, coming back with a few cans of dog food.

“Hmm, come to think of it, doesn’t Hima usually feed you guys? I guess it makes sense that she didn’t come out in the rain.” He crouched down, watching the dogs dig in. “How crazy would that be, running into her here?” He laughed to himself.

One of the dogs suddenly ran out of the makeshift doghouse, darting down the alley.

“Hey, where’re you going? You’ll get wet!” He called out until he noticed the dog stop just shy of a pair of white sneakers. The same brand he saw Hima wearing earlier that week.

His eyes fluttered upwards to meet a round, brown pair. “Oh, shit.”

“It’s you.” She said.

“Sorry?” He asked, finding his way back to his feet.

How did Himari ever think it was anyone else? “‘The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.’ The first time I ever went to a volleyball match, you saved me from a ball to the face. ‘ Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.’ You congratulated me last time that happened. You even mentioned me feeding the stray dogs, and here you are! Oh my gosh, it’s you.” She blurted out, taking a step closer.

Atsumu scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I heard you’ve been looking for me everywhere. I’m sorry.”

Himari furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, why are you apologizing? Wait, wait, if you knew I was looking for you, why didn’t you just say something? I ended up in the awkwardest conversations looking for you.” Himari’s face contorted into one of disbelief.

Atsumu laughed softly, finding her adorable in the moment. “I thought it was better this way. I knew you wouldn’t like me.”

“You said that in the call, too! Why wouldn’t I like you?”

It was Atsumu’s turn to look confused. “ …You said so. You said nobody wants to deal with guys that take volleyball seriously. That same day you were talking about.” He said, pointing at the much shorter girl.

Hima stared at him blankly before it clicked. She scoffed, looking off to the side. All this time, the guy she liked thought she didn’t like him for some off-topic comment she made to Satomi.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted Satomi to leave me alone. I had just developed my crush on you, and I knew if I had admitted it right then and there, I’d never hear the end of it. I never meant for you to hear that. It’s not true. I’m sorry.” She looked down, focusing on the gravel below.

Atsumu disregarded her apology completely, a dazed look on his face. “You…what?”

“Huh?”

“Say it again.”

“Say what?”

Atsumu groaned. Now was not the time for miscommunications. “What you just said. I need to hear it again.”

Oh. He meant that. “I…developed a crush on you that day. I’ve liked you ever since.” She felt heat rising across her cheeks as she spoke.

“Huh,” Atsumu said incredulously. “I can’t believe I owe that idiot an apology.” He mumbled.

“What idiot?” Hima asked.

“Can I walk you home?” Atsumu said abruptly. “Please?”

“Oh.” She said, surprised. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They left the blanket for the dogs, deciding that Himari should take the rest of the food home to give to them another day. They made the short walk back to her building, squeezing themselves into the small hallway leading to the lobby.

“I can’t believe you liked me back this entire time. I should’ve just said something.” He shook his head.

Himari smiled. “That makes two of us. Well, this is me.” She motioned to the lobby.

“Right! Well, good night! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled, turning to the door.

She giggled. “Really? You’re just going to leave?”

Atsumu turned back to face her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She laughed harder when she saw the mental gymnastics visibly etched on his face. “Think about what day tomorrow is. There’s a very specific question to be asked.”

A lightbulb went on in Atsumu’s head. “Ah! Um…” He tugged at the sleeves of his coat. “Right, um..Hima?”

“Yes?” She asked, loving how her nickname rolled off his tongue.

“Can I be your Valentine?”

She smiled. “I’d love to.”

A rosy hue dusted Atsumu’s cheeks, reaching the back of his neck. “Wow. Okay. Well, as your Valentine, can I make a small request?”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe, tomorrow when we inevitably go on a date, you could probably wear that skirt you wear sometimes? The really flowy one with the slit?”

Himari quirked an eyebrow. She knew exactly what skirt he was talking about. “Hmmm, for you, I think that can be arranged.”

“Yeah?” He stepped closer.

“Yeah.” She closed the gap between them.

“I’m quite the lucky guy, then.” He whispered.

“You have no idea. Even though you had no hope of this working out, you still got your radio romance.” Her eyes fell to his lips.

Atsumu took this opportunity to press them against her own, sighing in relief like he’d been holding in the urge this entire time. Maybe he was. He gave her pout a few chaste pecks before resting his forehead against hers. They both let out a soft laugh before their lips found each other again.

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STOP THE TAGS ARE SO SWEET OMG !!!! <3333 I CANT WAIT TO POST THE NEXT PART (when i finish it) BUT YEA

are we still friends? status: idk, it's complicated...

kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers, angst (?) idk maybe warnings: cussing, word "kill" is used once, confusing feelings, two idiots in love <3 word count: 3,072

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It’s a little past noon and rain patters against the cafe window, you swirl the straw around in your drink and the ice cubes clink as they hit the glass. You’re sitting with Mika having your routine day-after debrief and she’s looking at you with narrowed eyes and a frown.

“So after you told me you were just friends, you had mind-blowing sex and now you’re confused?”

“Yes, exactly.”

She leans back and rubs her temples, “You piss me off, you know that?”

Your voice raises in pitch due to bewilderment, “What did I do?!”

Mika gives you a hard stare and you shrink in your seat, sometimes you forget how frightening she can be behind her bubbly personality. You know she’s probably thinking that you were lying last night, but how were you supposed to know that things were going to develop this way? It’s not like any of this was your intention, it was the sort of thing that just kind of happens.

“I wasn’t lying when I said we were just friends, Mika.” You say rather dejectedly and Mika sighs.

Your friend can tell you’re really struggling with this and she can only imagine what’s going through your head. You were a bit of an overthinker and sometimes you jumped to crazy conclusions as a result. And the curly-haired girl knows this is a delicate situation.

When her mind was clearer this morning due to being sober, she remembered that she’d seen Kuroo before on your socials and when she asked about him, you were quick to change the subject. Your face always looked sullen at the mention of him and you only vaguely mentioned what happened between the two of you, but she could tell it hurt you deeply.

Her voice is much softer this time, “I didn’t call you a liar, babe. It’s just that you told me that you were friends last night and then you’re telling me all this the next day, it's a bit…”

“I know.”

You know how it looks; you were so adamant last night and here you are, telling her that actually it is a little different.

Mika flashes you an understanding smile before diving into (friendly) interrogation.

“So where is he now?”

You quickly reminisce on how difficult it was to leave earlier. Tetsuro wouldn’t let go of you and you had to pretend to fall asleep again, and then slowly maneuver out of his embrace.

He’s kinda cute when he’s clingy though.

You shake your head lightly, trying to get rid of that thought. Why were you thinking like that?

Mika looks at you like you’re losing your mind and you try to cover up your little moment by answering her question.

“Asleep in my apartment, he doesn’t leave until tomorrow.”

Then she asks the burning question, “What are you going to do?”

Your shoulders slump in frustration, “I don’t know. We’re still friends, so I feel like there’s nothing to do?”

“You definitely have to do something.”

You groan, all of this is way too hard.

Mika lightly hits her hands on the table, shaking your drinks ever-so slightly and she looks like she has a bright idea. And you know the girl is going to ask you something that’s nearly impossible to properly answer.

“Okay, different approach: Y’all acted like a couple last night, how did that make you feel?”

She sounds like your therapist and you can imagine her with pen and notepad in hand, scribbling down things that seemed noteworthy during the session.

“Good? Weird? I don’t fucking know.” You cover your face with your hands and slide down in your seat.

“Damn. You don’t know anything, do you?”

She’s joking and you’re grateful for a little comedic break, but too much truth exists in that sentence. You don’t know anything; your feelings are a knotted mess in both your heart and mind, and you have no idea which thread to pull to untangle it.

Mika doesn’t wait for any verbal response but she does take your small smile as a cue to continue.

“To me, at least, It looks like you like him. And don’t kill me now, but I think we can even use the other word. Like the fact it’s even tripping you up this bad means it’s serious. I’ve never seen you act like this with anyone else.”

The other word?

Well, of course you love Kuroo but you know Mika means in love, and once again you don’t know.

“But-”

She puts her hand up, cutting you off. “Listen. You two have been friends for so long that you don’t know how to separate what is platonic and romantic, and it's because in your mind it’s just Kuroo Tetsuro.”

Oh god.

She’s right.

There had to be a point where your feelings were a little more than platonic but you couldn’t tell because Tetsuro has always just been Tetsuro to you. You never really had to describe what you felt for him because it seems obvious. The two of you were close and that was evident to anyone who saw you. Why did you have to think any further than that?

Your voice is small and fear coats the ends of your words. “Mika, what if our friendship gets ruined? I don’t think I can go through that shit again.”

“I mean y’all already had sex so I think the ‘ruination' would've happened directly after that. And the way you described it, it was fine afterwards. So don’t think about that, just start with talking with him about last night. And if something bad happens, which it won’t, I’m always here.”

Her words are sincere and she gives you a look of support, and your heart swells. You don’t know what you would do without her and moments like these make you think about how blessed you are when it comes to friends.

You smile at her, “Thanks, Mika. I love you.”

“Love you too. But, I have to ask.”

“You really know how to ruin a moment.”

She ignores your comment, “Anyways, you were selfish with the details today, and you were practically glowing when you came in, so how was it? Like really?”

Last night runs through your mind and you start to heat up, and Mika raises an eyebrow at the way you refuse to meet her eye.

“I was taken care of,” You say with a content sigh and your head drops down onto the table.

Giving up because you won’t reveal any specifics, Mika leans back in her seat, her head tilted in curiosity.

“It was that good?”

You lift your head just enough to peek at her. “4,” Is all you say.

“Four what?” You give her a look and the gears start to turn in her head, “Oh..OHH. Oh my god.”

“Mhmm,” You hum.

She puts her hand over mouth in mock-shock, “You nasty freaks.”

You sit up immediately and point at her, “Don’t even. I know some things about you and mister bio lab partner.”

Mika shuts her mouth immediately and you stare at each other for half a second before becoming a giggling mess. Your worries start to dissipate and you know deep in your heart that everything will be fine.

“No, but seriously. What was going on with you and Mr.Bio last night?”

It’s still raining by the time you come home and it darkens your usually bright living room. You can hear the washing machine going and when you walk into the kitchen to grab water, you notice the dishes in your sink have been washed too. As you get closer to your room, you smell the familiar scent of your candle and catch sight of the man you left behind in a new set of lounge clothes; he’s asleep and you remember you saw his gym shoes at the door.

You set the things you have in your hands on your nightstand and quietly step into the bathroom. The smell of bathroom cleaner still lingers in the air and everything is organized, Kuroo even managed to put it in the places you normally would.

Tetsuro must have woken up some time after you left, went to the gym, and then cleaned up after he returned. You smile to yourself, he’s so incredibly sweet and attentive; ever since you were young Saturdays have been your cleaning day and when you were growing up, Tetsu knew it was a day that was hard to hang out. And when your families got closer, he even came over to help.

You crouch down by the bed and wake Kuroo with a gentle shake. He sits up and rubs his eyes a few times before they settle on you, and his expression is soft and warm. His hair is sticking up in multiple directions and the only thought that runs through your mind is: how adorable.

“Morning.” He mumbles, voice coated with sleep- all deep and raspy. And you really don’t want to admit how good it sounds.

“Afternoon, sleepyhead,” You grab the pastry and drink off your nightstand and offer it to him.

“For me?”

“For you.”

“Thanks, angel.” He says it so smoothly like it’s meant to be there, like he’s always called you that. And with that voice? Is he trying to kill you?

You ignore the quickening pace of your heart and you’re sure your face might be betraying your attempt to conceal your emotions. You tell yourself that he doesn’t notice but Tetsuro does and he takes a bite of the buttery croissant to cover his smile. He wishes you could see the way your entire face softens and how your eyes tell him that you want to hear it again. And Kuroo will grant that wish; in fact he wants to call you that again and again, until it’s ingrained in your brain and you don’t respond to anything else. He wants your actual name to sound foreign on his lips and the times he does use it is to convey such a deep emotion, that he has to use your name to establish his sincerity.

You stand up, pushing on your knees, “Did you clean?”

Tetsuro nods as he drinks the tea you bought and you give him a warm appreciative smile, and he’s ready to hear something sweet fall from your lips.

“Thank you, maid.” Your smile is still warm but it’s also a challenge, and the dark-eyed boy knows you’re waiting for him to strike back. But the way your eyes are sparkling tells him that he isn’t going to win.

Kuroo rolls his eyes and you let out a triumphant chuckle before disappearing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

“You wanna do somethin’ today?” You yell through the door as you change out of your clothes.

“Sleep.” He responds loud enough for you to hear.

The bathroom swings open and you stand in the doorway, adorned in your house clothes complete with the satin bonnet.

“The smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

Kuroo gives you a playful glare, “You can never agree like a normal person?”

You slide into bed next to him and squeeze his cheeks, “Why would I do that? When pissing you off is so much more fun.”

You let go of his face and Kuroo mumbles something about how it isn’t fair because he couldn’t keep up with you. You laugh at his sore loser attitude and tell him he’s had ten years to figure it out.

And at the mention of your decade-long friendship, you remember what Mika had told you earlier today. You have to talk to him about last night, there’s no way around it. The two of you had already had a case of terrible communication and if you could, you’d rather avoid another one.

You look at the blanket, playing with the end of it and Tetsuro raises an eyebrow at the sudden shift in your mood.

“Um, about last night.”

Oh.

That’s why you look so nervous and now he’s nervous too, because the expression on your face isn’t good. Fear settles in him and he wonders if that’s regret he’s seeing. He doesn’t even want to imagine the eighty-two different ways his heart would rip apart if you were to say that you want to erase the memory of last night. And the worst part is that he would agree because if it made you happy, he wouldn’t think twice about it.

“Do you regret it?” Kuroo’s voice is so small and he finds it embarrassing.

Your eyes widen and you look at him in surprise, his face has distress written all over it.

“No, no, no.” You reassure him, “I had a really good time, Tetsuu.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and he meets your gaze, and he knows you’re telling the truth.

You continue “It’s just that, you know, we’re best friends and that’s not really a thing friends do. I’m worried that-”

“That everything will change and we’ll end up where we were two years ago.” He finishes off your sentence and it’s like he can read your mind but Kuroo is also thinking the same thing, he had a similar conversation with Kenma while you had yours with Mika. The two of you have a fear so powerful that it puts those other feelings in the shadows. It’s scary to think about losing each other once again and after you’ve only resolved the whole issue a few months ago.

“I don’t think it’ll change anything. It happened and that’s it, we’ll say it was a one-time thing.”

Tetsuro says with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

He’s trying, he really is because if he were to be honest this is breaking his heart. You see, there’s a difference between you and Kuroo: he’s a bit of a liar.

When Akaashi asked if you two ever had feelings for each other and you said no, he felt like someone had taken a rubber mallet to his chest. The poor boy has been struggling with his feelings for you for years, bouncing between acceptance and confusion. He’s always questioning himself and for someone else to ask the question so plainly, and for you to answer like you didn’t need a second to think. Well, he thought that was the end, and then last night your eyes and body told a different story and Tetsuro was immersed in those conflicting thoughts once again. And now, you’re basically telling him that you went too far as friends, so what else can he do except try to keep the status quo?

“Yeah, I guess I was worried for nothing. You know I overthink like crazy.” You say with a nervous laugh.

So many words sit on the tip of your tongue and yet the ones that really matter won’t make themselves heard. Why don’t you tell him that it was okay if some things were to change? That the actual thing you were afraid of was rejection? Why can’t you tell him that your heart was yearning for something else?

Friends fall for each other all the time, what’s so different about the two of you?

Silence follows your last sentence and the two of you stare at each other, desperately searching for something in the other’s eyes to indicate this conversation was far from over. But anxiety keeps you from continuing and you both lay down after mumbling in agreement that you should sleep like you planned.

Kuroo’s arms wrap around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck. The warmth is lulling you to sleep but the feeling of him is keeping your heart awake. And Tetsuro keeps his eyes shut behind you as he tries to force himself to sleep. His nose is full of the scent of you and his emotions are heavy on him. He knows what happened this weekend is only going to cause his heart more stress; but what more can he do besides accept everything in the comfort of your soft sheets and skin?

The rest of the weekend speeds past and then it’s Sunday evening, and the two of you are in front of the station waiting for Kuroo’s train back to Tokyo. Ever since reconciling you’ve been a little more sensitive when it comes time to part. However, today you just can’t keep it together. Maybe it’s the accumulation of your feelings crashing down on you or the atmosphere created by a person you love leaving, because one look at him and you're bursting into tears.

Other people around start to feel sympathy, assuming you’re a young long distance couple that doesn’t get to see each other often. Kuroo sets down his duffel bag and bends down slightly so his face is right in front of yours.

“Come on, If you cry like that I won’t be able to leave.” His voice is gentle with hints of sadness.

You wipe your face and murmur, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, come here.”

You close the space between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his waist and he rubs your back as your tears continue to fall.

“Do you have to go?” You look up at him, big round brown eyes and the cutest pout on your glossy lips. Saying no to you right now feels like a bullet to the heart but Kuroo knows that he has to, otherwise he would never go back to university.

He tries reasoning, “I’m coming back in two weeks for your graduation and then you come to Tokyo with me for mine.”

And you take it, after a small complaint that two weeks is too long.

Then you’re watching him walk onto the train and Tetsuro offers you one last wave, and you return it with a teary smile. As the train speeds away and you walk back to your apartment, you get a text from him.

tetsuu (hater): if your face gets puffy send a pic i need to change your contact photo

you: i want you to go to hell and burn.

tetsuu (hater): so no?

you: if i end up on the news, i’ll be smiling in my mugshot because i would have accomplished my dream of killing you. don’t text me ever again

tetsuu (hater): damn, tough crowd

a/n: sorry for the late update, i haven't had anytime and i've been really tired lately :// but here is the update (don't worry i've already started the next chapter, so you'll see it soon !!), since the smut did so well ummm i might be posting something with toji soon ? idk the time tho because i'm still working on it,, :)))

#this makes me so happy #i love yall #i love writing like this too

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they most definitely will !! and you’ll also see what happened for them to be in this position in the first place 🤭

2day, 2morrow, 4ever : party music & too many pauses

gojo satoru x black fem reader genre: college au, angst, second chance romance, exes to lovers warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 3,853

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The birds, the flowers, and the leaves on the trees have all returned. Spring came around as a reminder that everything that was once gone always comes back.

And you wish it wasn’t true.

As much as you love the warmer weather and the occasional rainy days, you feel like you're descending into madness. You see him everywhere; while you’re grocery shopping, on the way to work, even when you run to the Family Mart next to your apartment.

And it would be fine if he were actually there.

But, it's never really him. Whenever you “see” him, it’s only things you associate with him and your mind makes up the rest, projecting whatever image you have of him onto some poor unassuming person. You’re sure you’ve frightened a few people with your dead stare or teary eyes.

You’ve avoided going out for the past few days trying to mentally prepare yourself for classes that start soon. Right now you’re sharing a blanket with Shoko on the couch as you watch a movie. Her phone vibrates on the coffee table and she picks it up, reading the notification before turning to you with a sly smile.

“You wanna go to Haruka’s party tomorrow?”

You turn to her with a small excited smile of your own, “Now you know, you never have to ask.”

She falls into your lap dramatically, “Do you know how boring it was without you?”

“I know I’m the light of your life and-”

“I didn’t say all that.”

You push her off your lap and she falls to the floor with a soft thud. Shoko looks at you in disbelief as you step over her and walk to your room, flipping her off in the process.

“Don’t follow me, we aren’t friends anymore.”

She’s right behind you, playing into your joke, “Come on, babe. You know I can’t live without you!”

With every step the sole of your shoes stick to the hardwood floors, the temperature is straddling the line between bearable and uncomfortable, and you narrowly avoid a collision that would end with you covered in someone’s drink.

It’s going to be a good night.

Shoko’s hand is wrapped around your wrist as she leads you through the crowd in search of some harder alcohol. The both of you are insanely good at handling your liquor and the wine coolers you were offered earlier aren’t doing anything for you.

Luckily, you’re able to swipe a bottle of tequila off of one of your old classmates. You and Shoko are going shot for shot until a man with curly hair approaches you with a shy smile. He looks at you briefly, saying a greeting you can barely hear over the music. Then his eyes are glued to your best friend and you realize this is the boy she was telling you about when you were abroad.

“Take her away.” You tell him.

His eyes darted between you and her, “Is that okay?”

There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. Shoko wants to make sure you’ll be fine without her because you were always each other’s first priority.

“You’ll be doing me a favor. I can’t stand this girl.” You smile against your shot glass before downing its contents.

Shoko is glaring at you and you look at her innocently. You know she won’t leave you alone unless you push her to, and you’ll be damned if she ruins the chance that is being presented to her.

Her focus shifts to the man, “It’s fine, Kazuo. Apparently, I’m no longer wanted.”

They start to walk off and she looks back at you, her face screaming “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

You give her a reassuring smile and mouth, “Don’t forget protection!” Shoko rolls her eyes at you but you don’t miss the light pink that dusts her cheeks.

You appreciate her concern but you want her to enjoy herself without worrying about you falling apart. You know you’ve been a bit sensitive lately but it’s something you’ve been taking day by day and it doesn’t mean that you’ll shatter into pieces if you’re left unattended.

You make your way to the dancefloor, finding some of your other friends. The music is providing a good escape for your tumultuous heart and mind. A distraction or an opportunity for release is what you desperately need; being on a different continent for six months only works because there’s no chance of running into whatever you’re running away from. But being back in Tokyo is testing your resolve and you don’t know how you’ll survive if you don’t have an outlet.

Your limbs are starting to ache and the heat in the house has officially become uncomfortable. You excuse yourself from your group of friends and make your way to the kitchen, it’s where the A/C is the strongest and you would give up anything to feel the cool air on your exposed skin. After pushing through your fellow drunk college students, you lean against the counter and let out a sigh of relief.

“y/n?”

You turn your head towards the sound, “Naomi?”

She looks a little different from the last time you saw her. Her hair is ginger and she’s swapped her usual goddess braids for locs, she even got the septum piercing you remember her always wanting.

She opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by a deep voice calling her name.

There’s a reason why Shoko is the only one you’ve willingly seen since you’ve come back. Despite the obvious reason, which is living together; if you’re with her you know it’ll only be her. As much as you miss your group of friends, there’s anxiety that looms over you at the thought of hanging out with them and having to be near him, pretending like everything is fine.

But it seems like that might be happening regardless because you see Geto turn the corner in search of his girlfriend and his eyes widen when they see you. He greets you but still doesn’t cross the threshold into the kitchen like he’s trying to keep something out.

Or more accurately, someone.

But it’s too late because you can already see the ends of white hair and hear the voice that rings out,

“Did you find her, Suguru?”

He found her. As Gojo fully makes it into the kitchen, he realizes Suguru found one more person. It seems like everything has been put on pause as the four of you stare at each other, awkwardness settles in the air like humidity and this is exactly what you wanted to avoid.

It’s hard for everyone when a couple that shares the same friends breaks up, especially when the friends aren’t exactly privy to the reason why.

Gojo is trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off you but he can’t, he never can. You catch his stares but you’re more worried about how to fix the situation you’re stuck in. You really want to escape but where does running get you? It seems like you keep ending up in the same position and truth be told: you’re tired.

You take a deep breath, clenching your fists that rest at your sides, and turn towards your ex-boyfriend.

“Can we talk outside?”

He falters a bit, taken aback by your request. What could you possibly want to talk about? And how serious is it that it requires privacy?

Another few seconds pass before the blue-eyed man coughs out an “Of course.” Geto and Naomi eye the both of you, questions on the tips of their tongues but they keep silent as the two of you walk away, weaving through the dense crowd of people.

Satoru slides open the door to the balcony, letting you through first before closing it behind him. The night has gotten cooler and you feel it all over your exposed skin, you lean against the railing and stare forward, your gaze fixated on the city’s skyline.

“Gojo.”

Ah.

There's no intimacy in that name. He's so used to his given name falling from your lips or other terms of endearment, but this?

This feels so cold.

“I think we should try to at least be friendly? This is the third time we’ve run into each other and I know for sure it won’t be the last. We have the same group of friends and there’s no way we can avoid each other forever and still hang out with them.”

Satoru nods in agreement, he gets what you mean and it wouldn’t be fair to either of you to sacrifice hanging out with your friends because you can’t be within five feet of each other. But, there’s also disappointment that swirls in his chest, he thought there would be more.

That maybe, just maybe you would say the one thing that has been weighing on him ever since he saw you.

“Yeah, I can do that.” His voice comes out much steadier than he thought it would.

You look at him, his face neutral but you can see something brewing under the surface and you wonder if he wants to say something more. You give him a minute, the air between the two of you growing quiet but the thump of the music from inside fills in what would be an awkward silence. When he doesn’t say anything more, you turn around and place your hand on the door handle.

“Imma head back inside.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

You slide the door open and you step back inside, immediately greeted by the warmth of the party once again. The conversation plays in your head like a broken record and you wonder if that was the right decision.

Friendly, huh?

Will that even work? Aren’t your feelings a little too strong, a little too complicated, to be reduced to friendly?

The cherry blossoms have begun to bloom and classes have started. Albeit, there was an understandable amount of shock when you and Gojo acted as if nothing was wrong between the two of you, everyone adjusted quickly enough and the friends you missed when you were abroad, were only a text away again.

The two of you can’t say it has gone completely back to normal; you can tell they try not to leave you alone with each other or even sit next to each other. If the conversation seemed to move towards any topic that involved the two of you, it was quickly steered away. And it’s not like you didn’t appreciate their efforts to make you comfortable, you just wish it wasn’t so obvious.

And there’s the lingering problem, or lingering stare from your ex that you’ve been trying to ignore. It’s like every single time you’re around him, Gojo’s eyes are physically unable to look anywhere else. You’re used to it, he was like that when you were together too; always staring and when you would turn a little shy and question him, his response was always a compliment or “What? I can’t just look at you?”

But now it’s different and the desire to ask him what he’s looking at eats at you. And every time the opportunity arises for you to do so, you don’t take it. There’s fear that the answer that Satoru gives you won’t be one you know how to handle.

The seven of you are sitting in a group study room; papers scatter the table, textbooks lay open with sticky notes and highlighter galore, and you are showing Haibara something on your laptop. The poor boy has been struggling in biology and the semester is only a month in, and he thought who better to ask than the person whose major includes it?

“Before the citric acid cycle, acetyl-CoA has to be made. So, remember the glycolysis cycle notes I sent you?”

“Of course! Those notes are the only reason I passed my quiz last week. I don’t get how you understand this stuff so well, you’re like a genius.”

You lightly knock your shoulder against his, “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“No, seriously. I’m always lost in biology class until you explain it.”

“You’re just saying that.” You dismiss, but you still flash him an appreciative smile before going back to explaining.

Satoru watches this whole interaction, not in a burning jealousy kind of way because he knows Yu is just beyond grateful for your help. But in a yearning way, a longing way, because he wants that kind of smile to be directed towards him once more.

A genuine smile.

None of your smiles have been genuine whenever he’s around. It's not even a matter of it failing to reach your eyes. Your smiles always came from your heart. And one might question Gojo and say “Well how can you tell? Looks the same to me.”

But Satoru knows.

He knows.

He knows every single one of your expressions, there’s no way he shouldn't. He's studied your face to the point he could write books about it. He could detail what every blink, curve of your lip, and twitch of your nose meant. He's studied you to the point it’s engraved into his heart and he’ll continue to because you have and always will be his favorite lesson.

Then he’s watching you leave with Shoko, the two of you bickering over what you should get for dinner. She says something to you and you laugh, pure and sweet.

Gojo starts to think that this whole “friendly” thing is never going to work.

At least not for him.

And maybe not for you either.

"I’m not going, I have something to do next week.”

“Bullshit,” Naomi calls you out on your lie and Shoko nods in agreement.

You keep your eyes laser-focused on your lab report, you don’t want them to see the sadness you’ve been doing a damn good job at hiding.

“All you do is go to class and do your homework, you have nothing going on in your life,” Shoko adds.

You side-eye her, your lips falling into a displeased frown. She’s right but that doesn’t mean you want her to verbalize it. And it’s not like you don’t want to go to the Marine Biology department’s fundraiser and support Nao, but it's the date that is keeping you from finding it appealing.

May 14th.

The date of the fundraiser.

And the date of what would’ve been your two-year anniversary with a certain white-haired individual.

And you can’t blame your friends for not realizing what that day that is, nor do you want to tell them. You want to avoid the looks of pity and the attempts to cheer you up; all you really want to do is wallow in your room until the day passes. And you want to avoid Satoru as much as you can.

But the way both of the girls are looking at you is telling you that your plan of sitting alone in the darkness of your room with music blasting is not going to happen. There’s no way out of this unless you tell them the truth and somehow that seems worse than just giving in and attending the event.

“What do I have to wear?” You ask with a sigh.

Gojo sheds his suit jacket, the heat of the room and his emotions that are running on overdrive are raising his body temperature to unpleasant levels. He wants to be anywhere but here, he should be at home sleeping away the thoughts of an anniversary that never came to fruition, however, Suguru insisted he come and he would’ve declined if Kento and Yu hadn’t said they weren’t going if he didn’t. And then Geto was basically pleading with him to go and help support his girlfriend, and Gojo has always been weak to his best friend.

So here he stands, black suit jacket hanging in the fold of his arm as he walks outside to get some fresh air. He’s surprised and maybe a little grateful that he hasn’t run into you; the sheer amount of people and the fact he basically became one with a wall in the furthest corner of the room is what really kept the two of you apart. It’s not like he didn’t want to see you, he always wants to see you.

Satoru wants to see the dress you wore, the hairstyle you chose, and that beautiful face of yours. He wants to feel the comforting heat of your skin and be enveloped in the aroma of your sweet perfume. He just wants to be near you, but it's probably best for the both of you not to see each other on a day so heavy like this one.

Maybe the gods above are rearranging the cards that determine your fate because the second Gojo steps outside, he’s greeted by very familiar bare shoulders and curly-ended braids . His heart beats rapidly in his chest as his eyes work in conjunction with his memory to permanently engrave this image of you in a dress that fits like someone made it drunk off the sight of you. You look like the cosmos personified, like the wonders of the universe were based on you and you only.

His heart hurts, it hurts so much.

You should be wearing this dress with him as you walk under the streetlights and cherry blossom petals fall on your hair and shoulders. Your hand should rest comfortably in his as you look up at him with a complaint written in your eyes- your heels are starting to hurt your feet. And then he’s scooping you up into his arms and you give him the sweetest smile as he carries you the rest of the way home.

There’s no way he can move on from you.

Satoru turns around, deciding going back inside and dealing with the heat is better than fantasizing about what could’ve been. The door creaks as he opens it and you whip your head around at the sound.

“Satoru?”

You’re genuinely surprised and you don’t even notice that you used Satoru instead of Gojo. You’ve been trying to keep that distance between you by not addressing him so familiarly but the simple fact of not seeing him all night and then suddenly his right in front of your eyes is shocking you back to old habits.

His heart pounds, his name always sounded better falling from your lips.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to bother you or anything.” He takes one step inside.

Even if it hurts to see him, even if this day is one of the most painful.

You never wanted to be around him so badly.

“You’re hot.”

Gojo's cheeks burn at your statement, if it weren’t for your deadpan voice it almost sounds like you’re complimenting him.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re a liar. I can see how red your neck is from here, just stay outside it’s fine.”

He removes his hand from the handle, walking towards the railing of the balcony. Satoru puts a comfortable amount of distance between the two of you and he’s suddenly reminded of the similar scene that occurred at the party. He starts to wonder what conversation will happen this time. You turn your head towards him, unshed tears shining in your eyes and it takes every ounce of his strength not to immediately pull you into his arms.

“It’s our anniversary.” You whisper out, broken.

You don’t know why you suddenly said that but maybe you’re craving something from him. You want to be truly seen in your feelings, and oddly enough the only person who can provide comfort and truly understands what you’re going through is the man who is part of it all.

Gojo lets out a shaky exhale, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto the railing. When you left for the other side of the world, there was so much he wanted to say to you and this might be his only chance to do so.

“When we broke up,” He starts and you stiffen at the memory but you don’t stop him, “I should've fought harder for you. I should've done more to reassure you that it would be better, I would be better.”

Then Satoru looks at you, his expression just as broken as yours but there’s a sad smile on his face.

“But you know I can never say no to you. And I knew at that moment even if you didn’t want to break up with me, you thought it was the right thing to do.”

You take half a step closer to him, “I never thought it was the right thing to do. I thought it was the only thing. I tried to justify our behavior in so many ways, I wanted to blame it on us being young and dumb and not knowing how to love properly but even now we aren’t that much older.”

Your words are now replaced with silence because no matter how much you want to deny it, both of you are right. It might’ve been the right thing to do at the time and you are still young, learning to navigate the world and all the dreams and nightmares that come with it.

But, six months apart is a long time for lovers and a lot of growth can happen when you have the time to realize where things went wrong.

Satoru closes the space between you, draping his jacket over your goosebump-covered shoulders. You don’t move away, you allow yourself to soak in the scent of his cologne and enjoy the warmth he brings you.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“I know. And I’m sorry too.”

And as if to test the waters, your fingertips brush against his wrist and without a second wasted, he slips his hand into yours.

It feels like heaven, it’s comforting in a nostalgic way. It feels oh-so-right, like the last two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. And then you realize the feeling never changed and nothing else will ever be enough.

A love like this only happens when the stars align perfectly and it would be foolish to let it slip away again.

Satoru runs his free hand through his silky hair and you look up at him with those brown eyes he loves so much.

“I can’t do this.” He says, a little bit of frustration leaking out.

“What?”

“I want to try again, please. I want to be yours again.”

You look at him, examining the seriousness in his furrowed brows and unwavering eyes. The way he grips your hand like you would run away if there was even a millimeter of room. You don’t know if it’s a good idea but what’s the alternative? Living without him?

The pause you’re taking is too long to be considered appropriate and Gojo’s skin tints pink at his outrageous request.

“Ne-”

“Okay…” You interrupt him and his eyes widen at your answer, “But can we take it slow?”

He squeezes your hand, “Whatever it takes.”

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this chapter !!! also im trying to have the first chapter of the partner story up sometime next week,, also i think i might have tag this slow burn (but at the same time its not) ??

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thank you pookie bear <333

2day, 2morrow, 4ever : party music & too many pauses

gojo satoru x black fem reader genre: college au, angst, second chance romance, exes to lovers warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 3,853

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The birds, the flowers, and the leaves on the trees have all returned. Spring came around as a reminder that everything that was once gone always comes back.

And you wish it wasn’t true.

And it would be fine if he were actually there.

“You wanna go to Haruka’s party tomorrow?”

You turn to her with a small excited smile of your own, “Now you know, you never have to ask.”

She falls into your lap dramatically, “Do you know how boring it was without you?”

“I know I’m the light of your life and-”

“I didn’t say all that.”

You push her off your lap and she falls to the floor with a soft thud. Shoko looks at you in disbelief as you step over her and walk to your room, flipping her off in the process.

“Don’t follow me, we aren’t friends anymore.”

She’s right behind you, playing into your joke, “Come on, babe. You know I can’t live without you!”

It’s going to be a good night.

“Take her away.” You tell him.

His eyes darted between you and her, “Is that okay?”

There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. Shoko wants to make sure you’ll be fine without her because you were always each other’s first priority.

“You’ll be doing me a favor. I can’t stand this girl.” You smile against your shot glass before downing its contents.

Shoko is glaring at you and you look at her innocently. You know she won’t leave you alone unless you push her to, and you’ll be damned if she ruins the chance that is being presented to her.

Her focus shifts to the man, “It’s fine, Kazuo. Apparently, I’m no longer wanted.”

They start to walk off and she looks back at you, her face screaming “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

You give her a reassuring smile and mouth, “Don’t forget protection!” Shoko rolls her eyes at you but you don’t miss the light pink that dusts her cheeks.

“y/n?”

You turn your head towards the sound, “Naomi?”

She opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by a deep voice calling her name.

Or more accurately, someone.

But it’s too late because you can already see the ends of white hair and hear the voice that rings out,

“Did you find her, Suguru?”

It’s hard for everyone when a couple that shares the same friends breaks up, especially when the friends aren’t exactly privy to the reason why.

You take a deep breath, clenching your fists that rest at your sides, and turn towards your ex-boyfriend.

“Can we talk outside?”

He falters a bit, taken aback by your request. What could you possibly want to talk about? And how serious is it that it requires privacy?

“Gojo.”

Ah.

There's no intimacy in that name. He's so used to his given name falling from your lips or other terms of endearment, but this?

This feels so cold.

That maybe, just maybe you would say the one thing that has been weighing on him ever since he saw you.

“Yeah, I can do that.” His voice comes out much steadier than he thought it would.

“Imma head back inside.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

Friendly, huh?

Will that even work? Aren’t your feelings a little too strong, a little too complicated, to be reduced to friendly?

“Before the citric acid cycle, acetyl-CoA has to be made. So, remember the glycolysis cycle notes I sent you?”

“Of course! Those notes are the only reason I passed my quiz last week. I don’t get how you understand this stuff so well, you’re like a genius.”

You lightly knock your shoulder against his, “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“No, seriously. I’m always lost in biology class until you explain it.”

“You’re just saying that.” You dismiss, but you still flash him an appreciative smile before going back to explaining.

A genuine smile.

But Satoru knows.

He knows.

Then he’s watching you leave with Shoko, the two of you bickering over what you should get for dinner. She says something to you and you laugh, pure and sweet.

Gojo starts to think that this whole “friendly” thing is never going to work.

At least not for him.

And maybe not for you either.

"I’m not going, I have something to do next week.”

“Bullshit,” Naomi calls you out on your lie and Shoko nods in agreement.

You keep your eyes laser-focused on your lab report, you don’t want them to see the sadness you’ve been doing a damn good job at hiding.

“All you do is go to class and do your homework, you have nothing going on in your life,” Shoko adds.

May 14th.

The date of the fundraiser.

And the date of what would’ve been your two-year anniversary with a certain white-haired individual.

“What do I have to wear?” You ask with a sigh.

His heart hurts, it hurts so much.

There’s no way he can move on from you.

“Satoru?”

His heart pounds, his name always sounded better falling from your lips.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to bother you or anything.” He takes one step inside.

Even if it hurts to see him, even if this day is one of the most painful.

You never wanted to be around him so badly.

“You’re hot.”

Gojo's cheeks burn at your statement, if it weren’t for your deadpan voice it almost sounds like you’re complimenting him.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re a liar. I can see how red your neck is from here, just stay outside it’s fine.”

“It’s our anniversary.” You whisper out, broken.

Then Satoru looks at you, his expression just as broken as yours but there’s a sad smile on his face.

“But you know I can never say no to you. And I knew at that moment even if you didn’t want to break up with me, you thought it was the right thing to do.”

But, six months apart is a long time for lovers and a lot of growth can happen when you have the time to realize where things went wrong.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“I know. And I’m sorry too.”

And as if to test the waters, your fingertips brush against his wrist and without a second wasted, he slips his hand into yours.

A love like this only happens when the stars align perfectly and it would be foolish to let it slip away again.

Satoru runs his free hand through his silky hair and you look up at him with those brown eyes he loves so much.

“I can’t do this.” He says, a little bit of frustration leaking out.

“What?”

“I want to try again, please. I want to be yours again.”

The pause you’re taking is too long to be considered appropriate and Gojo’s skin tints pink at his outrageous request.

“Ne-”

“Okay…” You interrupt him and his eyes widen at your answer, “But can we take it slow?”

He squeezes your hand, “Whatever it takes.”

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all posted :)))) and maybe an extra ??

#luv4u #.type #.fic update #a surprise or sumn

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2day, 2morrow, 4ever : party music & too many pauses

gojo satoru x black fem reader genre: college au, angst, second chance romance, exes to lovers warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 3,853

playlist: spotify apple music

<- prev m.list next ->

partner story (pls read): 224: the archives sign up for the taglist -> here!!

The birds, the flowers, and the leaves on the trees have all returned. Spring came around as a reminder that everything that was once gone always comes back.

And you wish it wasn’t true.

And it would be fine if he were actually there.

“You wanna go to Haruka’s party tomorrow?”

You turn to her with a small excited smile of your own, “Now you know, you never have to ask.”

She falls into your lap dramatically, “Do you know how boring it was without you?”

“I know I’m the light of your life and-”

“I didn’t say all that.”

You push her off your lap and she falls to the floor with a soft thud. Shoko looks at you in disbelief as you step over her and walk to your room, flipping her off in the process.

“Don’t follow me, we aren’t friends anymore.”

She’s right behind you, playing into your joke, “Come on, babe. You know I can’t live without you!”

It’s going to be a good night.

“Take her away.” You tell him.

His eyes darted between you and her, “Is that okay?”

There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. Shoko wants to make sure you’ll be fine without her because you were always each other’s first priority.

“You’ll be doing me a favor. I can’t stand this girl.” You smile against your shot glass before downing its contents.

Shoko is glaring at you and you look at her innocently. You know she won’t leave you alone unless you push her to, and you’ll be damned if she ruins the chance that is being presented to her.

Her focus shifts to the man, “It’s fine, Kazuo. Apparently, I’m no longer wanted.”

They start to walk off and she looks back at you, her face screaming “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

You give her a reassuring smile and mouth, “Don’t forget protection!” Shoko rolls her eyes at you but you don’t miss the light pink that dusts her cheeks.

“y/n?”

You turn your head towards the sound, “Naomi?”

She opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by a deep voice calling her name.

Or more accurately, someone.

But it’s too late because you can already see the ends of white hair and hear the voice that rings out,

“Did you find her, Suguru?”

It’s hard for everyone when a couple that shares the same friends breaks up, especially when the friends aren’t exactly privy to the reason why.

You take a deep breath, clenching your fists that rest at your sides, and turn towards your ex-boyfriend.

“Can we talk outside?”

He falters a bit, taken aback by your request. What could you possibly want to talk about? And how serious is it that it requires privacy?

“Gojo.”

Ah.

There's no intimacy in that name. He's so used to his given name falling from your lips or other terms of endearment, but this?

This feels so cold.

That maybe, just maybe you would say the one thing that has been weighing on him ever since he saw you.

“Yeah, I can do that.” His voice comes out much steadier than he thought it would.

“Imma head back inside.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

Friendly, huh?

Will that even work? Aren’t your feelings a little too strong, a little too complicated, to be reduced to friendly?

“Before the citric acid cycle, acetyl-CoA has to be made. So, remember the glycolysis cycle notes I sent you?”

“Of course! Those notes are the only reason I passed my quiz last week. I don’t get how you understand this stuff so well, you’re like a genius.”

You lightly knock your shoulder against his, “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“No, seriously. I’m always lost in biology class until you explain it.”

“You’re just saying that.” You dismiss, but you still flash him an appreciative smile before going back to explaining.

A genuine smile.

But Satoru knows.

He knows.

Then he’s watching you leave with Shoko, the two of you bickering over what you should get for dinner. She says something to you and you laugh, pure and sweet.

Gojo starts to think that this whole “friendly” thing is never going to work.

At least not for him.

And maybe not for you either.

"I’m not going, I have something to do next week.”

“Bullshit,” Naomi calls you out on your lie and Shoko nods in agreement.

You keep your eyes laser-focused on your lab report, you don’t want them to see the sadness you’ve been doing a damn good job at hiding.

“All you do is go to class and do your homework, you have nothing going on in your life,” Shoko adds.

May 14th.

The date of the fundraiser.

And the date of what would’ve been your two-year anniversary with a certain white-haired individual.

“What do I have to wear?” You ask with a sigh.

His heart hurts, it hurts so much.

There’s no way he can move on from you.

“Satoru?”

His heart pounds, his name always sounded better falling from your lips.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to bother you or anything.” He takes one step inside.

Even if it hurts to see him, even if this day is one of the most painful.

You never wanted to be around him so badly.

“You’re hot.”

Gojo's cheeks burn at your statement, if it weren’t for your deadpan voice it almost sounds like you’re complimenting him.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re a liar. I can see how red your neck is from here, just stay outside it’s fine.”

“It’s our anniversary.” You whisper out, broken.

Then Satoru looks at you, his expression just as broken as yours but there’s a sad smile on his face.

“But you know I can never say no to you. And I knew at that moment even if you didn’t want to break up with me, you thought it was the right thing to do.”

But, six months apart is a long time for lovers and a lot of growth can happen when you have the time to realize where things went wrong.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“I know. And I’m sorry too.”

And as if to test the waters, your fingertips brush against his wrist and without a second wasted, he slips his hand into yours.

A love like this only happens when the stars align perfectly and it would be foolish to let it slip away again.

Satoru runs his free hand through his silky hair and you look up at him with those brown eyes he loves so much.

“I can’t do this.” He says, a little bit of frustration leaking out.

“What?”

“I want to try again, please. I want to be yours again.”

The pause you’re taking is too long to be considered appropriate and Gojo’s skin tints pink at his outrageous request.

“Ne-”

“Okay…” You interrupt him and his eyes widen at your answer, “But can we take it slow?”

He squeezes your hand, “Whatever it takes.”

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