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straystwice · 3 years

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Can I please request maybe Miya twins, Suna, Sakusa and Kuroo x fem!reader. The got into a heated argument , the reader had enough of it and escape from them. Unfortunately the reader got into an accident that cost their life/memory lost ore somethin. And the boys regret it.

pairings: miya atsumu x fem! reader, suna rintaro x fem! reader, sakusa kiyoomi x fem! reader, kuroo tetsuro x fem! reader

genre: angst, pain

warnings: amnesia, death, mentions death, detailed description of a bloody scene and a bloody body, typographical errors :\

note: hello 4socle! i’m sorry i wasn’t able to add osamu, i couldn’t really think about a plot that would fit him, but besides that, i hope i was able to fulfill your request with this one :) hope you enjoy!

atsumu’s waiting, he’s been waiting for you to come back into his arms and fix your differences, yet you’re still not back. usually, you would come back after an hour or two later, but it has been four hours later and you’re still not back. a frown glazes his face, there’s an uneasy feeling in him, telling him that he has messed up and something really bad just happened. his breathing hitches, as lump forms in his throat when he listens to his gut. without wasting any more time, he grabs his phone to dial your number, however, before he can unlock the device an unknown number calls him first.

something in his better judgment tells him that there must be something wrong and that he should answer it right now. so he listens and does so.

“hello?” voice laced with concern, he hesitantly lets out words.

“good evening, is this miya atsumu?” an even deeper frown gets to his face. he doesn’t recall the voice from the other side of the phone being familiar. but nonetheless he answers the question.

“yeah, this is miya atsumu. is there anything you want from me.” it comes out harsher than intended, but atsumu can’t help it. not when this person is taking up his time, he’s supposed to be on the line with you right now asking you about your whereabouts.

“this is tokyo medical center, i’m calling you to inform that (l/n) (y/n) the person who listed you as her emergency had just come into the hospital. she had come into the hospital after a major accident, and now she’s undergoing surgery.”

atsumu’s hearing bails on him. without even realizing it, his own body is already moving on it’s own accord. hands grabbing for his keys as whatever the nurse is saying doesn’t get processed into his head. slamming the door when he leaves, he rushes into the car and moves out of the complex. the speedometer never drops underneath eighty as he drives, making sharp lefts and rights on his way to the hospital.

when he makes it, he slams the car door and runs as fast as he can to the reception. a nurse there stands in front of him watching his every move. the nurse is about to speak, but he gets ahead of them.

“i— i’m miya atsumu, (l/n) (y/n)’s emergency contact. where is she?” panic is obvious in his voice as he looks left and right. the nurse senses his dread, noticing how he’s licking his lips and looking at them with desperation filled eyes.

“she’s currently in the surgery room, sir. she went in seventy minutes ago, please, you can wait outside the surgery room.” he runs to the said space, not missing a beat as he makes his way around with tears in his eyes. people see him, and are yet to notice that the person running around in his sweatpants and team shirt is the famous miya atsumu, trying to make his way to his girlfriend who is going underneath the knife and fighting for her life.

—

a few hours has gone by and atsumu is yet to receive some news about you. he’s leaning against the wall that places him in-front of the door of the operation room. he had told osamu about it all, even his teammates. he made sure to tell them that he won’t be present at all this week, that he has to help you no matter price that comes with it.

“are you miya atsumu?” his eyes widen when he hears a voice. his head snaps forward, a comforting feeling when he sees the doctor standing in-front of him.

“i am. is she okay? was there anything that went wrong?” he immediately asks, back straightening as his eyes go back and forth to the doctor and the space behind them. he can see two nurses standing in-front of —what he assumes to be— your room. he isn’t sure if you’re awake or not, but he’s thankful that you even are still with him.

“she’s okay, the surgery was fine. she’s currently in the recovery room, she’s been awake for forty five minutes now.” they doctor says, looking at the clipboard in their hands. “so far we have no complications, so we are allowing visitors for the maximum of an hour, so please go and be nice to the patient.”

atsumu doesn’t have to be told twice, he walks past the doctor with a thank you. when he steps into the room, a nurse is handing him a medical mask, telling him to be cautious around you and be sensitive. he nods, walking softly with tears on his eyes looking at you.

“oh baby.” he says aloud coming closer to you. your attention is brought to him. you look him up and down, face blank as you stare at him with a confused expression.

“oh god, are— are you miya atsumu??” you shriek, eyes wide when you realize who he is. his eyes contort into confusion, looking at you with a surprised expression.

“i’m (l/n) (y/n), a big fan! like i’ve been watching your games with the jackals!”

“what?”

“you’re miya atsumu, the newest member of the msby black jackals!”

“oh god, oh my god.” atsumu gasps, the tears that brimmed his eyes dropping down his cheeks. his heart is torn in half as he looks at the nurse behind him who’s looking at him with realization written all over their face. “s— she doesn’t remember me.” he whispers.

the nurse’s eyes widen, eyes darting to the nurse who’s standing beside you. they leave the room, quickly retrieving the doctor. he looks at you with tears in his eyes as you look at him with a confused expression, unsure as to what’s happening.

“am i missing something?” you ask aloud to the nurse who’s standing beside you. atsumu holds back his sobs as he looks at you with a pained expression, unsure if he should tell you or not. “why are you all in shock..?” you continue your questioning.

“sir, i’m going to need you to step outside for a bit, we have to check up on the patient.” he does as told, leaving the room and finally letting out the sob he had been holding back. his hand collides with the concrete wall beside him, head now resting on his arm as he cries his heart out.

the oblivious look on your face breaking his heart. guilt now starting to hit him like a brick as he remembers the root of this argument, and to where it led you and him. if only he hadn’t told you off, if only he hadn’t let you go and chased you instead, you two would have been in the couch cuddling by now, instead you two are in the hospital with you not remembering who he is.

regret pools in his stomach as he looks back at the door that separates you both. if only he hadn’t been so selfish then you two wouldn’t be here at all.

suna is leaning against the couch. one foot over the other as he looks at the television. the screaming match that you two had earlier still causing a ringing in his ears. he can barely remember what the argument was about, can barely remember what it costed, but he can vividly remember what it caused.

you had slammed the door in-front of him, yelling something about how he isn’t ever grateful for the things you do for him. he’s sure that what you’re saying holds some truth in it, sure that you had a point, sure that you’re right and that he should fix some things about himself. but as of now, he can only sigh as he falls back on the couch. he just wants to reconcile with you and talk out some things instead of you walking out on him and going elsewhere.

he isn’t paying attention to anything at all, other than the thoughts pooling in his head. a silent voice saying that he should call you right now and apologize for everything that he had done to receive you wrath. his better judgement is telling him that he had done some remarkable things that might have been the root of your frustration towards him. but before he does all those things, he first has to get to you and call you right now and bring you home.

he grabs his phone that sits atop the glass table in-front of the muted television that’s playing some sort of show that he doesn’t recognize nor does he care about. he opens his phone and looks and looks at your contact, his hand hovering over the call sign. but he’s second guessing himself, sighing as he puts down his phone, closing his eyes, unsure if he’s in the right head space to be calling you right now.

“someone give me a sign—” and someone immediately gives him his yearned sign. his phone rings, catching his attention. he grabs his phone and looks at the caller id, answering it with a groan, a bit saddened that it isn’t you.

“’samu, why’d you—”

“look at the news.”

he looks at his phone when there’s a silent beep signifying that it was cut, but doesn’t dwell on it. instead he presses the mute button on the remote and un-mutes the television.

“just in, collision outside local convenience store in tokyo takes the life of the (l/n) (y/n), the girlfriend of young star athlete suna rintaro.”

“what?”

suna’s heart skips three beats. tears starting to fall down his rosy cheeks as his ears ring painfully. the reporter has to be lying to him. you aren’t dead, a car didn’t hit you, you’re just somewhere out there, surely, you’re not gone. he’s going to that place, and find you there. you just have to be sitting there, you’re not on that bloody scene, that’s a lie, all lies made by the media.

he doesn’t think further, doesn’t let himself think rationally. he’s moving on his own, body moving without thinking twice. leaving the house and going down the said convenience store as fast as he can. his shoes aren’t worn properly, the cold air coming in contact with his bare skin is causing goosebumps to rise from his skin but he doesn’t care, tears freely going down his cheeks down to his chest as he runs, but he can’t seem to give a shit. all he cares about it you as of the moment, there’s no way you’re gone, you’re just gonna be there when he gets there, standing by the sidelines with tears in your eyes. it’s going to be okay, he’s going to be there to comfort you through it all.

you’re going to be there and you’re going to run into his arms, right?

oh how suna wishes he can keep deceiving himself like that. his feet stop on its own accord, body stiffing as the bloody scene in-front of him reveals itself. a choked sob leaves past his lips, all logical thinking gone somewhere. his legs speeding up, moving past the police who are trying to get pull him away, but his sheer body strength mixed with the adrenaline caused by pain is making him as strong as three people, shoving through the police without a second thought.

“nononono—” he repeatedly says. his hands shaking as he kneels in-front of your mangled body. your neck is snapped in the way that took your life, hand twisted the opposite way. blood is every where around you, so much of your blood scattered all over that it caused you to go pale.”(y/n), baby—”

“baby, i’m here. i’m here love.” he says in a pained tone. his tears running hard down to your face as his hand reaches out for your mangled one, interlacing yours with his as he smiles and puts your head on his lap.

“come on love, it’s not funny anymore. the joke is over okay? i’m here, wake up, please, come on baby, open your eyes for me, yeah?” his voice is barely a whisper, people looking at him with pity in their eyes, watching the young man fall apart as he holds the love of his life in his hands, all bloodied and deceased.

“suna...” there’s osamu trying to reach out for him with tears in his eyes as well. his hand reaching for the suna, but the man doesn’t budge simply looking at osamu with a pained smile.

“‘s— samu, can you tell her that the joke is over? tell her to wake up? come on, she is— isn’t listening to me, you have to tell her to open her eyes for me, for us.” convincing himself that your still alive must be the worst osamu has ever seen him. his hand interlocked with yours as he bounces you on his thick thigh, his eyes blood shot producing tears like that of a waterfall.

“suna, (y/n)— she— she’s not there anymore.”

“no! sh— she’s there, she’ll wake up! i— i know my baby is in here! come on just help me shake her awake.” desperate tugs on your hand is what suna is doing, forcing himself to believe that you’re still there, still here somewhere beside him.

“baby, come on, let’s go, it’s over we’re gonna go— hey! wait! no! stop!” desperate screams as three people including his own best friend start to pull him away from you. he’s thrashing, feet kicking, tugging against their grip on him as he desperately tries to make his way to you. “no! no! leave me alone! you fuckers! give her back!” watching as they take you away into the ambulance. his voice horse as he yells profanities, yells for you, yelling your name.

“(y/n)! baby! please!” he screams, tugging as he sobs on the ground, his hands being held behind him as he watches the ambulance you’re in being taken away. a piercing scream leaves past his lips, one that makes everyone wince and look away at the pain infused with it.

suna looks down and takes a deep breath, still crying as he looks into the ground. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he repeatedly says, feeling the cold air around him wrap him in an embrace. regret flashing in his eyes, suddenly all of your memories flashing before his eyes. full on bawling his eyes out as he breaks down to the ground with nothing but pain all over his eyes and body.

sakusa is pacing around the room, phone in hand as the clock behind him ticks and ticks, slowly but surely making him anxious as it continues to make that sound. it’s been hours since you took off with your phone and wallet, leaving him alone while he was showering. before he had showered, you were telling him something but he was agitated, pissed off because practice had been hard today and everyone was getting more and more infuriating.

“call me, please, call me.” mumbling to particularly no one, he has his eyes closed. he contemplates on calling you, waiting for you, or simply going after you. he’s praying to whatever god is up there that you come home now or he’ll be forced to look for you with his heart on his sleeve.

he’s breathing in and out, his forehead connected with the edge of his phone. hoping that it might send out some signal that you will call him or whatever.

“please—”

as if on cue, his phone rings. his eyes brighten up, flipping the phone and seeing your contact. his presses the answer button and eagerly places his phone against his ear.

“love! where were you? i—”

“i’m sorry but is this sakusa kiyoomi?” a male voice cuts him off before he can finish. his brow quirks upwards, unsure if he’s hearing this right.

“this is sakusa kiyoomi, why do you have my girlfriends’ phone?”

“sir, i’m calling to inform you that your girlfriend has been brought to safety at tokyo medical center. she was encountered with a case of robbery and was stabbed on the thigh. fortunately someone else saw and reported the incident.”

the police officer doesn’t even know that nobody was listening to him anymore. sakusa stopped listening when he heard about what happened, leaving his phone and dropping it on the ground. he’s flying out the door, key chain in hand. he doesn’t even have time to grab his mask, doesn’t care about the mask, he’s already off backing out the drive way. it’s way past midnight, and there thankfully is no traffic so he’s boosting, not even allowing the car to rest as he makes sharp turns around the city on his way to the hospital.

parking quickly at the car park, clad in his sweatpants and his black shirt he’s running into the emergency room, eyes darting as the smell of antiseptic fills his nose. he’s searching, frantically looking around for you until a nurse comes near him.

“sir, is there anything i can help you with?” the nurse asks him, looking at him in concern.

“where’s (l/n) (y/n)? i’m here for—”

“she’s currently admitted to the consulting room, if you will, i can lead you there.” and there he nods, his body still tense as the nurse leads him to the consulting room. his heart is drumming in his ears, breathing unhinged as they make their way to where you’re supposed to be at. they finally get there, the nurse opening the door and looking in, making sure they’ve lead him to the right place.

“she’s inside, you can step in.” he steps in without another word, eyes searching for you until he sees the back of your head. he’s nearing you, looking at the doctor for approval to which to doctor nods at.

“god, you’re here, are you okay?” he asks instantly, crouching beside you, placing his hand on your hair and looking at you with concern in his eyes. “what happened? you—”

“sakusa? what are you doing here?”

“what?”

“do you recognize him?” the doctor cuts him off before he can even ask another question. their eyes looking at you intently, eyes fixed on you and you only.

“i do, he’s part of the volleyball team i manage.” his eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. his voice all of a sudden stuck in his throat as he looks at you in disbelief, “speaking of which, why are you here? aren’t you supposed to be else where?”

“what is she talking about?” instead of answering your question, he’s looking at the doctor, onyx eyes looking for answers as he stares right at the doctor with concern in his eyes. “what happened? we— we graduated high school five years ago.”

the doctor looks at him and sighs deeply. “she was on the ground when she was seen. her head was bleeding, from what we infer she probably was pushed to the ground head first, and that incident caused damage to the hippocampus.” the doctor reasons out. “and based of off this meeting, her memories must be back in your high school years.”

sakusa eyes brim with tears. there’s no way your memories are back in high school, no that can’t be. “no, there’s no way. that’s— it can’t be.” sakusa whispers, looking at you. you seem to be distraught seeing him here, seeing him instead of someone else who you seem to be searching for.

“sakusa, seriously what are you doing here?” you ask again, while your eyes constantly looked behind him. his heart is drumming against his ears, eyes filled with terror as he looks at you. there’s dread in his heart, in his stomach in his eyes, hoping that you don’t say what he thinks what you’re going to say, praying to some god that you—

“and where’s motoya? he’s here, right?”

and there goes sakusa’s heart.

“motoya, who’s motoya?” the doctor asks this time, looking at you with confusion in his eyes. nobody in the room misses the way your eyes light up when the name is mentioned, looking at him with such bright eyes that it almost shows that you weren’t in an accident just a few hours ago.

“motoya komori, sakusa’s cousin, my boyfriend.” that’s a shot aimed right down the heart. sakusa turns on his heel and hides the way angry tears are threatening to run down his glassy skin. “we’ve been together since we were first years, and now we’re second years! could you believe that?” you’re continuing to talk about your past relationship to the doctor who’s talking to you. a smile on your face as you speak. “he’s been there for me the whole time, way before we even were together. we met when we were kids, i was at the playground, and he was somewhere down the entrance.”

sakusa’s heart is being squashed, he wishes he can just cut off his hearing for a second. the pain of hearing you talk about someone else in such a romantic way feels like he’s being used as a punching bag.

“and sakusa, was there too. well we really aren’t that close but, yeah, he was there.”

you speak of him so casually as if you two don’t have any history at all. he reels at that, his hand now starting to itch. regret, is running all over his body, from his skin down to his veins. he god he wishes he didn’t slip up this time, god he wishes you he didn’t even dare to speak anything to you today. you two could just be in the bed right now, smiling and kissing while drowsiness begins to overcome you. yet instead, here he is, listening to you talk so nicely and softly about a man who you don’t even spend time with anymore.

oh god, sakusa wishes he never opened his mouth today.

“kenma, look, i don’t get it okay.” kuroo sighs over the phone, standing out the porch as he waits for you to arrive. you’re just about to come home after going to kenma’s place because you two had a deadly battle with words today, and now he’s waiting for you to come and get home. “she’ll be fine, she knows how to get home.”

“kuroo, listen. my gut is telling me that you have to meet her halfway, you just have to listen to me because my guts are never wrong.” kenma continues to say, but kuroo is just sighing, rolling his eyes as he stands in the porch instead of meeting you half way like the blond had instructed.

“whatever man, she texted me five minutes ago, she says she’s down three houses before ours.” kuroo sighs, almost as if he’s irritated. however, kenma on the other side of the phone sounds like someone had just taken away his computer from him.

“kuroo, can— just go there please. i’m telling you, something is off. you have to go now.”

“fine.”

kuroo sighs, cutting the call. he steps down the porch and looks like and right, hands tucked in his wind breaker as he makes his way down the block. he really isn’t up for this, he still hasn’t settled his side of the story, still a bit mad at you because of the argument. but he isn’t that heartless, he knows that kenma has a point, even though you two aren’t on great terms, it doesn’t give him the excuse to not come to you, especially this deep in the evening.

“help! someone call the ambulance!” all of a sudden a voice is yelling. kuroo’s eyes widen, senses heightened causing his body to move on its own. long feet jogging towards the origin of the voice, phone now dialing the emergency number.

“tokyo medical center, what’s your emergency?”

“hi, i need an ambulance. someone just screamed for help, can you make it quick? thanks.” he’s saying the address when the operator asks for it, the sounds of yelling finally coming louder as his makes his steps faster. finally, after running he gets to the scene.

“i called for the ambulance what’s the emergency?” he asks the man who’s kneeling in-front of a body that’s been flipped to its stomach. there’s blood, and there’s a twisted limb, kuroo already knows what he’s bound to see.

“this woman, she— she was walking down the street when a car sped up and hit her. sh— she was blown far by the impact and the car didn’t even stop.” the man is hiccuping, anxiety in him as he looks at the woman in-front of him. kuroo looks at the body, then the man, allowing him to calm down.

“don’t worry, the amb—”

“tet— suro?”

that voice he can point out from a crowd of screams, kuroo knows who owns that familiar voice, knows where it comes from, and specially knows who uses that voice in a daily basis. his body tenses, eyes wide as he looks behind him.

“tetsuro.. is— you?” he doesn’t need to be alerted twice. kuroo’s body turns around fast, eyes darting down the bloodied body in-front of him. tears pool in his eyes, his hand reaching out for one side then the other side, gulping as he flips it to its back softly.

“oh fucking shit.” kuroo saying it aloud. his hand is immediately reaching out for you, reaching out for your mangled frame. “baby? baby? it’s me, it’s tetsuro.” his voice is shaky now, his hand reaching out for your head supporting the neck with his opposite hand as well.

“h- i, you— here to pick me up?” you can barely speak without blood coming out of your mouth. the side of your bleeding more as you speak. kuroo’s eyes water almost instantly, quickly removing his wind breaker and folding it up thickly. “s— sorry— you—” before you even finish, you’re coughing up another pint of blood. kuroo’s eyes widen, hand reaching out for your cheek as the other covers the bloody side of your head.

“no— no, you don’t h— have to talk love.” fumbling with his words, kuroo’s eyes are going different places. his other hand is shaking as softly presses on your rib cage, seeing if any bones are broken in the inside.

“tetsu— sorry ‘bout earlier.” your voice is barely understandable through your constant gargling. yet kuroo forces himself to understand what you’re saying. forces himself to get what you’re trying to tell him. “didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“no angel, i— i’m the one who’s suposde to be sorry okay? just— just don’t continue talking, you— we can talk about this later when you’re feeling better, aight?”

“i don’t think i’ll live past this, tetsu.” syllable by syllable, kuroo is hanging on to your every word. listening to what you’re saying despite him opposing your talking. “so— i’ll say this now.”

“no you’ll live. you’ll live, right? for me, for us, right? you have to live for us. come on baby.” repeating his words like affirmations, you simply nod and look at him with your eyes slowly getting heavier.

“tetsu, remember the first time we met?” you ask him, fluttering your eyes, desperately trying to keep them up. “we were both at the coffee shop i used to work at, and you tried to ask for my number.” you smile lightly, looking at the sky above you.

“then i kept— kept coming back just so that i can meet you.” tears cascade down his cheeks, uttering every word through his sobs. you move your head with a wince, looking at him with your own tears blurring your eyes.

“tetsu,” you softly call out his name. your hand rising and reaching up for his face until it comes into contact with his cheek. his eyes widen when he feels you touch, but he falls right into it. his own larger hand cupping your smaller one, running his thumb on your bloodied skin.

“i love you.”

“i love you the most angel.”

your eyes close halfway, barely seeing through the tears that are unknowingly falling down your cheeks. “i— i’m getting sleepy tetsu.” your voice is barely heard, but kuroo manages to catch it. his body alerted upon hearing those words leaving your mouth. “‘wanna go to sleep.”

“no, no angel. j— just wait out a bit okay? just— just until the ambulance comes okay? they’re close, i’m, i’m a hundred percent sure they’re nearby, wait out a bit okay? for me, for us, yeah?” he’s blurting out random words, making his voice louder than usual so that it keeps you awake. but even with his obnoxious actions, your body doesn’t seem to respond to it, instead of fighting it out, your own body is slowly shutting down on you.

“tetsu, i’m tired.”

“no! don’t, don’t close your eyes! don’t baby, come on, come on, come on, just wait for a minute, please i beg you.” the last part comes out as a whisper. the small droplets of tears turned into bigger ones falling at a fast rate. his heart drumming against his ears as he squeezes your cold hand that’s pressed against his warm cheek. “this is my fault, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i wish i didn’t say those things earlier. baby i never meant them, not even one word that i spoke of earlier. i love you so much, you’re the only one i have left so please, please, don’t leave me.”

“‘m sorry, tetsu. i’m tired.”

all of a sudden your chest goes still. kuroo watches in horror as your eyes fall shut, your hand falling limp against his, sliding down to your side. his pupils shake as your lips fall agape with one last exhale leaving past your lips. a gut wrenching scream of your name leaves past his lips, his head thrown back as he sobs and screams into the night sky repeatedly. tears falling from his cheeks down to your fresh corpse, his body shaking as he holds yours closer to his.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry! please, wake up, (y/n)!”

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straystwice · 3 years

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𝕬𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖊

Anecdoche: a conversation in which everyone is talking, but no one is listening

Summary: If it were up to Sakusa, you’d never meet his parents. They never played an important role for him anyway.

a/n: this is based on this ask here— and it got me thinking about how sakusa, ushijima, and kuroo’s first meets with their parents would be rough. i’ll write a part for ushijima and kuroo each too in a bit, so stay tuned for those

Sakusa took a deep breath, forcing himself to take a step out of the apartment, car keys dangling in his hands with dread. Before he could even try and cancel at the last minute, a hand shoved at him to move forward.

“Don’t you even think about it Kiyoomi, we can’t keep pushing this back.” You walked out of the door behind him, turning to lock the door as he watched you, dressed in semi-formal attire, ready to meet his parents. He knew he’d have to introduce you eventually, but still, the boy tried his best to postpone it for as long as he could. One encounter with his parents would be enough to send him running off, and the idea that you might do the same made his throat dry and scratchy.

“Yeah, whatever,” he grumbled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you realize they’re not what you expected.” Sighing, you turned to face him, hands on your hips.

“Is it because you think they won’t approve of me, or because you’re ashamed of me, Kiyoomi? Because I can’t tell anymore.” But to your surprise, he looked down dejected.

“It’s because I’m ashamed of them, y/n. I could never be ashamed of you.” With that, he turned, ready to make his way to the car. “Come on, we’ll be late.”

The car ride was relatively quiet, save for the radio you’d turned on eventually, too uncomfortable to sit in the awkward silence that had enveloped you both. Sakusa was anxious�� that much was obvious from the way his hands gripped the steering wheel too tightly, knuckles turning white, to the way he looked into the rearview mirror, adjusting his hair every stoplight.

Your boyfriend was not looking forward to this, and slowly, you began to wonder why. It dawned on you that he never mentioned his family, not unless it was to talk about Komori, and your knowledge of his childhood was a bit rusty. Before you could ponder any further, you pulled up to an expensive-looking house, large and clearly built from wealth. You knew he’d grown up in Tokyo, he must’ve been well off, but this was not what you’d expected.

“We’re here,” he mumbled, turning to you. You stared at the house in awe.

“Omi, you never told me you grew up so… comfortably. Looks like you’ve been living the fancy life since birth, huh?” But Sakusa didn’t seem to think your teasing was all that amusing, merely shrugging his shoulders and looking away.

“Guess so.” Hand finding its way to his, you laced your fingers, making him turn to you.

“Omi, what’s wrong? Come on, you gotta talk to me, babe.” He let out a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I’m the youngest son of a wealthy couple y/n, what do you think that implies?” Shrugging, you fiddled with his fingers.

“Are you scared your mom will try to spoon-feed you in front of me, Omi?” He glared at you from the corner of his eye, making you fight back a smile.

“Funny.”

“Okay, sorry, I’m kidding. If your parents are a bit snobby, that’s okay. I won’t get mad at you for it.” Sighing deeply, Sakusa prepared himself for the dreadful night ahead, hoping things would go at least somewhat smoothly.

Evidently, they did not go the least bit smoothly, making you quickly realize why Sakusa was so against tonight. It quickly became obvious that it wasn’t introducing you to his parents he was upset about, it was introducing his parents to you.

Dinner would have gone smoothly, had it not been for his mother’s exceedingly sharp tongue. It seemed he’d taken after her in that regard, but he was the spitting image of his father, who seemed to have even more height on him than your giant of a boyfriend.

“So, y/n,” she began. You smiled politely, taking a sip of your water as you signaled for her to continue. “How did you meet Kiyoomi? He hasn’t mentioned you often.” This prompted him to stiffen from his spot next to you, tensely lifting the chopsticks to his mouth. “Though he doesn’t talk much anyway, Kiyoomi, you barely even call.”

“Been busy recently,” came his muttered reply. Reaching for his hand under the table, you squeezed reassuringly, smiling at his mother once more.

“Oh, we met in college. We had a few classes together and we got to know each other from there,” you answered, rubbing a thumb over Sakusa’s knuckles, waiting for his mother to speak up again.

“Oh, I see. I’m sure you’ve watched him play quite a bit then,” she spoke, looking sharply at your boyfriend as he all but stabbed his food with his chopsticks.

“I have, yes,” you said, eyeing his mother as she pursed her lips, “he’s really good, he was the mvp in college.” Nodding, she looked down at her plate.

“I wanted Kiyoomi to take to the family business, but he had other goals in mind.” This made his father speak up, making the air all the more tense.

“You know Kiyoomi, Kimika was a nice girl, and it would’ve—” but Sakusa cut him off sharply.

“I didn’t want to marry her,” he spat out through gritted teeth. His mother raised an eyebrow before speaking up once more.

“Well, your brother seemed more than willing to marry for the sake of the family name. Imagine how I’ll have to tell everyone that you’ve met someone from your university.” She looked back at you, a faux smile plastered on her face. “Not that you aren’t lovely, dear, but you understand, don’t you? A mother just has to look out for her son.” It was a blow to your pride, but you could see how it was hurting Sakusa more, so, for his sake, you nodded, lifting your glass to your lips again.

“Of course. Omi’s big news, I’m sure.”

“Well, he could be, if he hadn’t taken up a profession where he threw a ball,” his father spoke, which seemed to be the last straw for Sakusa, making him abruptly slam his chopsticks down, making all heads turn to him. Tugging your arm and lifting you to your feet, he looked at his parents, eyes narrowed to slits.

“We’re leaving,” he said simply before pulling you along and slamming the door behind him.

“Omi, wait—”

“Be quiet, y/n.” You didn’t argue. His grip on your wrist was tight, and his shoulders were tense. You could tell he was fuming, but you weren’t quite sure how to handle the situation. Quietly, you let him guide you back to the car.

He hadn’t moved at all since the two of you had climbed into the vehicle, Sakusa’s breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself. Staring ahead, jaw clenched, your boyfriend sat quietly in the driver’s seat, bitterly rethinking the night’s events.

“Omi,” you said softly. He grunted in response.

“What?”

“Baby, let’s talk about—”

“No.” Sighing, you shifted your body to face him, cupping his cheek and forcing him to turn to you. He refused to meet your eyes.

“You can’t just pretend it didn’t happen,” you whispered. “Let’s just talk about it.” And suddenly, he seemed to snap, eyes wide and in a frenzy as pointed to his childhood home.

“What’s there to talk about? You wanna talk about this? About them? I’ll tell you about them! They did nothing! Not for me, anyway. They had a kid way too late, one they could barely even take care of, and as soon as I find something that finally makes me happy, they have to look at it like it’s… like it’s some disgrace! Tossing a damn ball back and forth was better than sitting in an empty house! And then, I brought someone home for the first time. The first damn time, y/n, and they just… you saw how they were! You didn’t even do anything… they humiliated both of us… I can’t—” you held a finger to his lips, shushing him. Reaching over, your thumb wiped at a small tear in the corner of his eye, moving it to trace over his cheek.

“Omi, it’s okay, tonight wasn’t amazing, but you don’t have to get all worked up. We’re okay, yeah?” He sniffled, looking out the window once more.

“Are we?” he asked softly. Nodding, you pecked his cheek, hand rubbing over his arm.

“Yeah, we are. Unless you’re into Kimika.” He pouted at you, while you gave him a soft smile.

“I’m not. I hate her, she’s so annoying.” You chuckled, hand sweeping away a few loose curls.

“Then everything’s fine, babe. Your profession’s amazing, you’re incredibly talented, you live a pretty darn comfortable life, and we’re happy. Why let their words get to you so much?

“I just wanted a normal first meeting. I didn’t wanna scare you off after you saw the way my parents were. I… I’m not easy to get along with, you know? I get that… and I bet having a family like mine would make anyone want to run away.” He looked at you with glassy eyes, making your heart tug at the edges. Sakusa was a challenge in his own right, but he was worth the struggle in the end. He wasn’t always the easiest to understand, but he was special, and he gave you a love you could only dream for.

“Aww, Omi. Babe, it’s okay,” you poked his cheek, making him swat your hand away. You didn’t miss how his lips tugged a little at the corners at your antics. “You’re not easy to get along with sometimes, but you’re also wonderful. Your parents have nothing to do with us, you’re an adult and so am I, we don’t need their advice on our relationship. I’m proud of you, you know? You might ‘toss a ball’ for a living, but you’re really good at it. Who cares what your parents think, you toss that ball, Omi, okay? Spike it real hard, babe!” He rolled his eyes, grinning at you a little as he flicked the tip of your nose.

“Next time I’ll imagine the ball as my dad’s head. Get a service ace, watch.” Giggling you nodded.

“Great idea,” you smiled. Once more, you grabbed his face, looking him in the eyes, something more serious in your demeanor, catching Sakusa’s attention. “Omi, your parents may not have been around much for you as a kid, and they might not be proud of you the way you’d hoped, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less special okay? I love you, you know that right? I don’t care if they’d prefer Kimi-whatever her name is, I care that you love me. Do you?” He nodded, hand laying itself on top of yours.

“So much,” he whispered.

“Good. So forget Kuniko.”

“Kimika,” he laughed. You pouted, rolling your eyes.

“Whatever.”

I have a tag list but I don’t feel like doing it right now so I probably will reblog this tomorrow and tag everybody. If you’re on my tag list and you’re reading this right now, sorry in advance that you’ll get a mention tomorrow for a fic you already read lol

thank you to @canyouevencauseicant for beta reading you’re an angel mwah 💋

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when they fell in love again

took a spanish test today…pls manifest an a for me i don’t feel too hot abt it lmaoo anyway enjoy some comfort while i spiral lovelies <33

characters: sakusa, akaashi, oikawa, atsumu

— sakusa kiyoomi

it’d been such a long day and sakusa kiyoomi arrived home absolutely exhausted. all he wanted to do was relax with you and not worry about any of the day’s struggles and issues. so when he opened the front door to your shared apartment only to be met with the sound of music, he was quick to realize that a relaxing evening wasn’t going to happen. he padded towards the kitchen feeling defeated almost as he kissed the calm evening he had planned goodbye. but he couldn’t help the soft smile that grew on his face as he caught sight of where the music was coming from. you were dancing in the kitchen to your music while you cooked food for dinner, singing along since you knew every word. it was one of your favorites, it was a song sakusa’s was sure he’d heard a thousand times. you caught glimpse of him standing in the hallway, your eyes brightening instantly. you reached out your hand with a smile, inviting the boy to join you. even in his more sour mood, it was an offer he couldn’t refuse as he began to dance with you in the kitchen, twirling you around before you went to check on the food, one of his favorite dishes. he couldn’t help the flutter of his heart as he began to dance with you, realizing that you were all he needed in his life. it was as if sakusa didn’t need to worry about any future challenges or stresses because no matter what, you always found a way to lift his spirits.

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THIS IS LIKE MY FAVORITE KUROO ANGST EVER ITS SO GOOD

“nice things.” t. kuroo

♡︎ genre: angst, fluff.

♡︎ contents: fboy!kuroo, fem!reader, kuroo being a dick at first but he's gucci, akaashi being protective over the reader, iwaoi, bokuaka, cliché in the rain, mentions of divorce, and no happy ending </3 ft. sakusa

♡︎ 3.3k words

general taglist: @donthurtmeimbaby @knifeewifee @lookslikeleese @softforshigi @letmeshouyou @hihiq @ferxaniiiiii @gwenebear @nekoma-hoe @truly-a-snitch @rintarhoe @reogou @joonsleftnipple

masterlist.

authorʼs note: i realized i did not add the taglist to my last two fics and i am: stupid. anyways, thank u to my sunshine, @kuraomi, for proofreading this one! everybody say thank you naomi 😼

+ there's no part two for this. i'm sorry.

kuroo tetsuro was a lot of things; hot, talented, smart, and the list goes on. he was popular in his university, making girls and guys weak with a single wink. he did great in his classes too, heck, he could even ace them with his eyes closed but he was humble.

yet, when it came to relationships, that was always something he boasted about. kuroo likes to play around– example being volleyball since he was the captain of his high school's volleyball team– especially with girls.

kuroo tetsuro gets away with everything. he likes seeing girls gush over him and showering him with attention, he likes seeing them crying for him to stay, he likes being the bad guy in their story.

and yet, he doesn't want to hurt (name).

it started in the middle of the second semester, kuroo had ended things with hina, a bubbly girl from his biology class, underneath the tree behind their school building. he wanted to laugh as tears ran down her cheeks– how puffy her face had become as kuroo told her he wanted to end things.

he was expecting hina to walk away and cry, but the moment her palm made contact with his cheek, making him stumble back made him smile.

“fuck you!” she spat at him before running away, her sobs echoing throughout the air. kuroo chuckled, rubbing his cheek as it began to sting. kuroo straightened up, fixing his hair before turning around.

“jesus christ!” he hissed, seeing someone standing behind him. you blinked at him, eyes flickering around as you coughed, “yeah, sorry. is this a bad time?” you asked him.

(name) (last name) was kuroo's partner in the project their history teacher had given to them about a week ago. kuroo placed a hand on his heart, sighing deeply as he looked into your eyes, “don't scare me like that.”

“sorry.” you nervously smiled at him, holding a folder out for him. kuroo took it out of your hand, opening it to scan through the progress the both of you had made in the past days.

at first, you thought kuroo would let you do most of the work (you were mentally prepared for it) but then he arrived at the library with two thick books of history, saying he knew it would come in handy one day.

kuroo clicked his tongue, “yep, this is good so far. we can work on the last part tomorrow, yeah?” he closed the folder, looking up to you. your eyes were interesting; they weren't out of the ordinary but kuroo liked staring in them. it was like he was being sucked into a pool of endless wonders the more he looked in it.

“sure.” you beamed at him, a soft smile appearing on your lips. kuroo hummed, tucking the folder underneath his arm as you ran a hand through your hair.

there was something about you– it was odd– that lured him in. you were warm, not in a physical way, but you were warm.

the way your lips kinked up to a smile made his something in his heart beat faster. whenever you'd talk, especially when you ranted about your roommate (who was oikawa tooru. the name was familiar but kuroo paid no attention to it) who was always messing in the kitchen, kuroo swore he felt butterflies in his stomach.

you looked up to him, “ice pack.” your words pulled him out of his thoughts. he blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. you giggled, pointing to his reddening cheek, “ice pack.”

he chuckled, poking it, “ow, yeah. i think i'm going to run to the nurse's office later.” you smiled at him, nodding.

as you turned to leave, kuroo watched as you placed both your hands into the pockets of your jeans. as your figure disappeared into the building, kuroo walked towards the other direction, the folder secured underneath his arm.

he arrived at his next class, spotting akaashi walking down towards him. he smiled at his friend, “hey, 'kaashi–”

“what are you trying to do?” his friend asked, shooting him an icy glare. kuroo is left dumbfounded at akaashi's question, looking around to seek an answer but he couldn't think of one.

kuroo furrowed his eyebrows, “what are you talking about?”

“what are you doing to (name)?”

kuroo's eyes widened. he held his hands up, “nothing! i would never do anything bad to her.”

akaashi scoffed at him, his icy glare never leaving kuroo, “are you sure about that, kuroo? you've got a reputation to uphold after all.” the venom and bitterness dripping from akaashi's tone made kuroo wince. he has never seen him like this, even when they were playing against each other in high school. akaashi was always calm and collected, never breaking out of character, but this akaashi right in front of him was a first.

“she's my friend.” kuroo replied, making akaashi scowl at him. “and she is my friend too. do not,” akaashi placed both his hands on his desk, staring down at kuroo. “hurt her or so god help me.” he threatened.

kuroo gulped, nodding at him. akaashi walked back to his seat, making the air tension in the air clear out. kuroo breathed out, brushing his hair off his forehead as the bell rang.

kuroo tetsuro doesn't want to hurt (name).

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you sit across the table from him, face buried deep into your laptop. kuroo, on the other hand, was busy admiring your focused face instead of doing his own research. the deadline of the project was coming in quick and you were working as fast as you could. kuroo continued to stare at you, eyes locking on your softened face. the clicking of your keyboard floated through the small library corner the both of you decided to work in. the small of old books and the coffee kuroo had bought for the both of you added in this nostalgic effect as you worked on the project.

“are you going to stare at me for another hour or actually work?” kuroo jumped at your voice, eyes widened as he looked down at his laptop. his cheeks were flushed, making you smile at him. kuroo stole glances from you as he worked quietly, making sure you were okay from time to time.

it was already seven in the evening and the library was closing in about an hour, not many students were around anymore. hushed voices were heard but they were barely audibly, much to kuroo's displeasure. what can he say? he liked being nosy.

“hey,” you looked up from your laptop. “do you have a boyfriend?” kuroo asked, leaning against his chair. you hummed, stretching your hands up in the air, “nah.”

kuroo tilted his head to the side, “so, you've never gone on a date?” he was intrigued– kuroo wanted to know more of you.

you chuckled, “of course i have. they just didn't click well.” you replied, going back to your work. kuroo scratched his head, “high standards?”

he wasn't surprised, most of the women he'd dated had high standards. you looked up from your laptop, “nope, they were just assholes.” kuroo hummed, nodding at you.

kuroo looked at you, a smile on his lips, “huh, that's odd.”

“what is?”

“you're hot and smart, but you don't have a boyfriend?” he smirked as he saw a blush explode on your cheeks, rushing towards the tips of your ears. cute, he thought.

you looked at him, your flustered face making his heart skip a beat, “guess we all can't have nice things, mr. nosy.”

he laughed.

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“kuroo, i swear to god.” you hissed as he looked back at you over his shoulder. it was nine in the evening and kuroo had dragged you out of your apartment to come with him to his “secret place.” (you had your doubts, of course, what if he was actually going to axe you to death?). initially, it was supposed to be another working-on-our project night at the library but kuroo showed up without his stuff and asked you to leave with him. you said no at first but here you were, in the middle of the forest with kuroo tetsuro.

you looked behind you, the lights of the city becoming fainter and fainter as the both of you walked deeper into the forest. “if you're going to murder me, make it quick. also tell oikawa to stop eating the–” kuroo turned to look at you, an amused grin on his face. “dude, i'm not murdering you.” he assured.

you squint your eyes at him, “not yet.” he shakes his head, chuckling as the both of you carried on walking. from the distance, you were able to see something bright from above– a tree house. you gasped, kuroo smiling at you, “welcome to my secret place.” he chuckled, letting you climb up the ladder first.

the inside of the tree house was welcoming, posters of kuroo's favorite artists and bands were glued on it, pillows scattered all over the floor and fairy lights hung from the ceiling. you sat down on the mattress, admiring how adorable his tree house was.

“this is amazing.” you gushed, eyes filled with sparkles. kuroo's breath hitches the longer he stares at your awestruck face. somehow, as the night carried on, kuroo found himself lying next to you underneath the fairy lights. he has never told anyone about his secret place, it was his own safe space, but he brought you here. why? even he doesn't know.

your laugh, the euphonious sound he'd been hearing all night, is now stuck into his head the more he talked about his volleyball life in high school. you always knew he was athletic but you didn't know he went to the nationals.

“wait, what?” you were practically laughing in tears as kuroo told you another story about his teammates who fell down while they were trying to catch a cat that was falling down a tree. your shoulder was brushing against his, one hand over your mouth to muffle out your laugh and the other on your stomach.

as he stared longer, Kuroo was mesmerized by your beauty– he had realized after a month of seeing you and being with you that you are beautiful; ethereal.

within his eyes, you are the only person he could see.

“you know,” kuroo piped in as you finally calmed down. you turn your head towards him, your noses barely grazing with each other, “my dad used to take me here.” he quietly said.

you looked at him, a small smile etched up your face, “yeah?”

“yeah. we used to come here every weekend and play. he would bring his guitar and sing songs, sometimes we'd take mom here too.” his voice was dripping in enthusiasm, eyes blown with pure bliss you haven't seen before.

it warmed your heart to see him like this.

“that was, well,” he chuckled. “before shit happened. they split up and i had to stay with my grandparents.”

i'm sorry, tetsuro.

this is for the better, son.

you placed a hand on top of kuroo's hand, his fingers instantly lacing around yours. something was blooming within him– a feeling he thought he had long forgotten about. your thumb rubbed his knuckles, a simple gesture that made his heart shake.

“do you miss them?”

he smiled, “no, not anymore.”

“and why's that?” you asked him, feeling him give your hand a gentle squeeze. “because if there's one thing my dad told me, it's to focus on what's important, like, what's in front of me.”

kuroo tetsuro doesn't want to hurt (name).

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“dude, seriously?” he groaned as the heavy rain poured down, droplets harshly hitting the pavement. the both of you had just finished finalizing everything for tomorrow's presentation and as the both of you were leaving, it suddenly rained.

you stood beside him, holding your hand out under the library's shade to touch the rain. kuroo scowled at you, grabbing your wrist to pull you behind him. “let's wait it out.” you suggested, wiping your hand on your pants.

kuroo rolled his eyes, fishing his handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe your hand, “your roommate might think i'm stealing you away.” he chuckled.

“tooru? oh please, he's probably eating iwaizumi's face off as we speak.” you laughed, the sound of your laughter floating above the rain. kuroo laughed along with you, his hand still wrapped around your wrist in a gentle manner.

the minutes turned into an hour as the rain continued to pour down. there were claps of thunder in the distance, shaking the ground you stand upon. kuroo had already given you his jacket but it was still cold.

“i say we run.” kuroo said, standing up from the concrete. you looked up at him, the soft orange color from the streetlight illuminating his face. you huffed, “but the apartment is, like, ten minutes away.” you tried to reason with him.

he scoffed, bending down to flick your forehead, “don't be a pussy, (name). now,” as he straightened up, he held his hand out for you.

“i run, you run, yes? we're stuck together now.”

and so you ran with him.

the rain was heavy on your skin, when you first stepped out, you were completely drenched. kuroo was in front of you, laughing like an idiot as he ran across the street. his hair was down, his smile was wider, and his laughter stood out despite the rain.

you stopped your tracks.

he was beautiful.

kuroo looked over his shoulder, shooting you a wink. your heart beat races, you mentally thanked the rain for being too loud; you were worried he might hear your heart pounding against your chest. he turned around, his wet hair sticking against his forehead, with a charming smile on his face.

it seemed, as if, time slowed down as he stood in front of you– just you and kuroo tetsuro underneath the rain. against the world.

kuroo placed a hand on your cheek, making you melt into it. his eyes stared into yours, sparkling like stars in the night sky. “kuroo.” you whispered as he leaned towards you, his eyes slowly closing as you did the same.

fuck you!

you're going to pay for this!

i hope you never find true love!

i hate you!

it's for the best, son.

kuroo pulled away from you, eyes widened as he stumbled back. you furrowed your eyebrows together, “kuroo?”

he looked up at you– his heart broke. you looked so beautiful within the rain, your cheeks were flushed and you were wearing his jacket. at that moment, kuroo knew. he knew he was in love with you.

but, kuroo tetsuro doesn't want to hurt you.

“i– we can't do this.” he said, looking at anything but your eyes. “what do you mean?” he wanted to shut himself up and kiss you. god, he wanted nothing more but to kiss you.

he gulped, “i don't… i don't like you.” bullshit.

“but you were going to kiss me.” he hissed, taking another step back. “i wasn't, (name). you're being delusional.” he snapped, wincing as he saw the hurt in your eyes.

he looked down, “you're not worth my time,” you are. “you were never worth any of it.” stop. “why would i want to be with you? you're nothing to me.” liar.

as if of cue, the rain had cleared out, the silence in the streets was deafening. kuroo was almost afraid to look up, but he did.

oh how he wished he didn't.

tears were running down your face, hands clenched into fists as they rested on the side of your body, “b– but you took me to your secret place.”

he did and he never does that. only with you.

“i take every girl i wanna fuck with there.” he felt his own airway being cut off as more tears slid pass your cheeks. he wanted nothing more but to reach out and hug you, to tell you he's sorry, but he can't.

kuroo tetsuro is a coward.

“sorry if i hurt your feelings, babe. nothing personal.” he added in, heart dropping to his stomach as he saw the pained gleam flash in your eyes.

he was expecting you to shout, like they all did, but instead, you smiled.

you smiled at him– the man who broke your heart. “it's okay.” no, it's not. shout at me. hit me. anything. make regret it.

you took off his jacket, passing it on to him, “i didn't listen to them when they told me you were bad news, so it's kinda my fault.” he was stunned, why were you blaming yourself? how are you so kind despite the situation?

“i'll see you tomorrow then? we've still got a presentation.” you walked past him, your softened voice not going unnoticed by him.

he stood there, in the middle of the street, jacket in his hand as he stared up ahead.

kuroo tetsuro had hurt (name).

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“hey, man! long time no see!” bokuto greeted kuroo as he entered the exhibit. kuroo smiled at his old companion, indulging him in a hug. the exhibit was quite fancy, considering it was akaashi's. he was his company's pride and joy in the field of photography, so they gave him the chance to showcase it in his own exhibit. bokuto was talking nonstop, like he always does, about how proud he was for his boyfriend. kuroo listened intently to his friend, smiling at how bokuto's eyes beamed at the mention of his boyfriend's name.

“if you need anything, i'll be over there! see ya!” and with that, kuroo is left alone in the middle of the room with strangers around him. he hummed to himself, walking around to observe the photos hung up upon the porcelain wall. there were different varieties, from sceneries to models. they were all uniquely beautiful.

he stood in front of a piece that captured his attention– it was a portrait. a girl was staring ahead of her, eyes soft and a small smile plastered on her lips. as he looked at it more, his mind clicked.

it was you.

his eyes widened at how beautiful you have become. it's been years since he had last seen you, after graduating from university, he never saw you again. akaashi still kept in touch with you but he refused to tell kuroo anything.

kuroo smiled, eyes glued on your face.

“beautiful, isn't she?” a voice piped in, pulling him out of his thoughts. he turned his head towards the voice and a man with a black mask stood beside him.

kuroo hummed, “gorgeous.” the man simply stood besides him, admiring the portrait as he did.

“sakusa! come over here!” kuroo's heart stopped.

could it be? no, there was no way.

the man beside him walked away from kuroo and kuroo looked over his shoulder. something pierced through his chest as he saw you standing there, besides akaashi and bokuto, with open arms to greet the man.

you were gorgeous, like in the picture, but even more in real life. your face was still the same, but something about it screamed “classy”. you were wearing something simple but you still stood out– for kuroo at least.

you smiled at the man, laughing as he handed you a hand sanitizer. your laugh; the same melodious laugh that visited his dream every night, it tugged his heartstrings.

he wanted to go up to you, greet you, tell you he's sorry for the shit he's done, but as he took a step, the man pulled his mask down to kiss your forehead and you wrapped your arms around him.

kuroo didn't miss the shining diamond ring in your finger. the smile on his lips dropped.

he forgot. he couldn't do those things anymore. he's a coward. he hurt you.

he chuckled, looking back at the portrait, “we all can't have nice things now, can we?”

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