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soranihimawari · 4 years

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swing sets and clouds

a little daichi story about him realizing he’s in like with a childhood friend who just moved back from hong kong...

tagging: @smolbludandelions @m0nstergeneration20xx

rated: SDF for Sawamura Daichi Fluff.

word count: 3.7K

“oh man, i don’t know why i had let hitoka-chan convince me into writing this letter, but here goes,” my voice is quiet. i glanced out at the snowy ridden land. a soft smile danced across my face.

i sat down on my desk with the lamp lit staring at a birthday card for one of my senior classmates. i was so sure michimiya had a huge crush on the recipient, but i think it’s honestly because they have known each other since middle school.however, since i was raised abroad in hong kong for a little while, my friends from elementary school continued forming connections during this time. my parents’ line of work for the international bank for japan had allowed such a trip to occur. i came back at the beginning of our first year of high school.my parents encouraged me to take a majority of the entrance exams for the prefecture we were going to be living when we moved back, which i was grateful for. the results came back via e-mail explaining that i was accepted into karasuno high and given my current grade average being converted, i was placed in the college prep courses.

moving forward, i had survived my first year making friends and catching up with old ones. i had lunch on the rooftops often since i liked how the fire escape ladders were well hidden behind the main building. never really much of a socializer, i sometimes found it easy to skip a few lectures haphazardly especially when i forgot my homework. not even my seniors knew where i had ran off to. that changed during second year when one of the members of volleyball club had jogged up to the trio of boys in my year asking for an extra set of hands. we bumped shoulders briefly as you hollered over your shoulder a rapid, “sorry!” then you vanished for the rest of the day. apparently your kouhai were getting into a scuffle over who’d protect the lady manager. i continued on my day letting you know if fate brought us together by accident, then perhaps, we would become friends point. luckily we didn’t have to wait very long...

“you moved and you came back?” you asked me blinking wide eyed at the sports festival that year. our classes were grouped together for co-ed costumed relay race. you were elected the third runner while i, for whatever reason, was the anchor.

“i ran track then too ya’know, sawamura,” i shrugged my shoulders. “i can’t believe you don’t remember me that well, then again.”

you passed me a bottle of an electrolyte enriched water. i open it and we said a brief, “kampai!” before we took a swig of it.

“we were seven,” you chuckled. “i can barely keep up with all the nuances go-go.”

“ah-ha! you do remember me!” i replied. “you used to call me that on the swingset by our old school.”

you blushed slightly when i poked your cheek. “c’mon, seems like our break time is almost over.”

our race was a close one while our peers began to saunter off one by one. by the time the baton came to me, you were breathing heavily. it was a solid pass; the charcoal stick with white and orange detail was pressed into my palm with a stern look in your eye. i’d never forget how intense your eyes were, sawamura.

“go!” you yelled out to me as i turned my attention around to face the path in front of me. i took off, gaining speed and momentum with breaking from a speed walk, to a jog, to a sprint as our competitors in the next lanes gained on me. i pushed myself further and came in first.

“i did it!” i whispered to myself. i raised the baton in the air while my breath was catching up. you nodded in my direction as our classmates passed on their congratulations, but you turned to your back on me to talk to your other friends instead. i told myself to let that action go. i didn’t belong in your world anyways, just as much as perhaps you think you didn’t belong in mine.

==third year==

“who’s that daichi-senpai?” one of the volleyball club first years had asked you.

“oh her?” sugawara’s voice took over a teasing tone. “that’s the girl daichi wants to date.”

“shut it suga,” daichi said while the rest of the team teased him for having his crush be openly outed.

i was probably practicing a few moves from my dance hobby after classes had been dismissed. i had signed up for an adult ballet dance class along with a modern international dance club; i had my music from my smartphone connected wirelessly to the mini-portable speakers i had brought with me. i was attempting a take on a dance i saw online from the renowned magda butterfly competition. my black ballet slippers were worn at the sole, but i pursued the completion of the instrumental ‘lava short’ ballad.

the song ended as it skipped to the next song a stark contrast while the violins’ solo melody picked up it’s tempo, i leapt into completing a grand jete diagonally across the gym’s faded boundary paints. my hair hung around my shoulders as it flew in the wind behind me. my hair tie was holding less and less of my hair, but i didn’t mind one bit as i took my place spinning around with my eyes closed. i raised my hands above my head and moved my wrists down both sides of my face because both sides of my face, then the song fades. i glanced up at the clock, inspecting the time. i wrapped my chords and placed them in my bag on the stage from the entrance ceremony. i zipped up my bag, not really caring whether i had an audience observing me or not. i stretched my arms above my head once more stifling a yawn. i shook my head side to side as i re-tied my hair in a ponytail.

“mmhm.” i hummed. “perhaps i should call it a day. seems like the volleyball club’s practice begins soon.”

i spun around on my heel to leave the gym via the side door on the eastern side, easily slipping out of sight.

that evening, i received a text from sugawara. we were in the same science class this year, but that’s besides the point.

--[17:10]--

suga-k.: hey hey! i had a question for you...

suga-k: [mysterydance.vid] is this you?

go-go: how do you? why do you? ...

suga-k: ?

go go: yeah. that’s me.

on the other side of the line, sugawara was walking home from practice with his two best friends next to him. he had thanked one of their underclassmen who shot a snapchat video on their phones for him. it was the first app hitoka tapped on and although she deleted the snap, she saved the file first thus sending it to her senpais who had asked her for it (it was just suga who shared it with daichi who was blushing harder in the changing room after practice had ended).

“you should ask go-chan out on a date,” sugawara suggests.

“eh?” asahi questioned his silver haired friend. sugawara shows him the video clip of the girl who danced so effortlessly before they had practice. “daichi, you should. she’s--”

“i know guys. trust me i’d love to, but honestly, what am i supposed to say suga? hi go-go. i’ve been in love with you since we were seven and when your family moved to hong kong i believed we weren’t meant to be together?”

his two friends stopped walking for a moment as their friend was finally admitting some truths aloud to himself to hear.

“you DO like her,” sugawara clasped his friend’s shoulder. “asahi! you pay for my share of the pork buns mr. double or nothing ace.”

“oh, ok,” the gentlest ace had acknowledged the bed handing his co-captain five hundred yen.

“you guys made a gamble?! on my love life? damn it!” daichi exclaimed kicking the dirt pile closest to his feel while begrudgingly placing his hands in his club tracksuit pockets.

--the next day--

i was roaming the halls during the-mid morning break heading back to my classroom when i saw you out of the corner of my eye asking michimiya-san to borrow the girl’s vbc gym for practice that afternoon. she likes you too, i mused. i suppose if i stayed here in miyagi, you and i would have a very similar friendship. she’s a sweet girl but before you could say your goodbyes, she called out my name.

“h-hey michimiya, sawamura.”

the lilt in my voice was hiding the sinking feeling i felt my heart do when i approached you two.

“go-go, are you going to watch the game against shiratorizawa?” michimiya asked. she looked so hopeful and i recalled hearing she pulled a victory charm at the shrine the other day.

“if someone on the team asks me, sure,” i answered. “maybe i’ll ask suga-san.”

michimiya nods in earnest, but when she saw her fellow capitan’s face slightly frown, i had cleared my throat.

“i meant to say as a friend. after all, sugawara and i are in the same science class this year,” i said. i bowed toward them before i left them to converse in private again.

--classes dismiss at karasuno--

“daichi-senpai’s skipping practice?” hinata asked. sugawara, with the thanks of tanaka and noya, covered for their captain explaining he had a slight-non medical emergency to take care of.

“it’s about go-senpai, isn’t it?” hitoka whispered to her head manager, who nodded.

--elsewhere off campus--

“oi! go-go!”

twice in one day, someone on the volleyball team called out to me. twice in one day the person who i had developed a crush on, who had gifted me friendship chocolates last year for the first time, called out to me.

“yeah? what’s the matter sawa-kun?” i asked. i had my hershel brand backpack slung over my shoulder. i gave him a few moments to catch his breath. “woah, did you run over here?”

“not really,” he chuckled. “i run with the guys before practice all the time.”

“i see.”

“listen, can we talk somewhere? it’s nothing serious.”

i nodded. “lead the way.”

we walked silently side by side enjoying the ambiance of the early afternoon. we stopped when we reached our destination. it took me a moment to realize where we were. i turned my head to the left and saw the boarded up school with the notice saying it was currently closed for remodelling for the remainder of the school year. from where we were standing, we were inside the parameters of the park in front of our old primary school.

“you remember this place,” i said softly. i turn to look at him with an warm smile.

“so do you,” his voice is firm, but there were hints of mischief. “it’s been a long time since we played here.”

“haha, you’re telling me. honestly, i’m touched, truly by this, but why exactly did you bring me here. it can’t possibl--”

“i like you,” his confession interjects my statement.

“i like you too,” i say. the way my head turned around real quick in the autumn air had my brain process what he had said. “it can’t possibly be the...wait.”

his shadow eclipses my face for a moment as his brown eyes studied my features while i took a half step back to brace myself for whatever he did next.

“i know i’m late in telling you this,” his voice faltered for a moment, he gave me a small smile.

“you’re not late, daichi. you’re right on time,” i said running up to hug him. he took a step back when i laughed.

“oof!” he exclaims from the impact, falling into a laughter almost immediately after he embraces me.

“you jerk!” i said burrowing by my face into his chest.

“can’t be, not around you,” he whispers into the my hair. one of his hands combs my hair behind my ears gently; using the same hand i feel him tilting my chin up. i close my eyes as i closed the gap between our lips. if you could taste insurances of timed magic, that is what this kiss felt like. there is a calm stillness between he and I; when the kiss breaks, i giggle at how the boy blushes.

“y’know, you’re not half bad daichi,” i tease. i press my lips to the side of his face. “wanna walk me home?”

==[winter break]==

“write to daichi?” i asked balancing my phone on one ear. i called hitoka & shizumi asking them their opinions on what to get someone you like for the holidays; hitoka suggested i wrote a letter.

“yeah! one for good luck or his birthday,” her voice said.

“ok. thanks,” i said. “oh by the way, are we still up for that trip to the gardens tomorrow? the winter festival i heard was going on...”

“mmhm. meet at campus. night!”

we three hung up, i searched for a card.

==[31/12, 19:04]==

daichi and i since that day at the park had unofficially officially been ‘together.’ everyone on the team knew about our relationship, but to the outside, we were just really close childhood friends who reconnected in high school.

i don’t know why i was so nervous when i stood outside his door. i was dressed in a fancy pants suit my parents wanted me to wear to the party they were invited to, but i asked if i could skip it. when asked why, i told them i had a date to keep. daichi had invited me over for dinner and desserts at his place, so naturally, i accepted the offer.

earlier that day, i stepped out to the bakery & bought a small lemon chiffon cake. i also went to the florist shop and asked for a birthday balloon while picking up a fresh bud for my hair that evening.

sighing, i raised my hand to the door and gave it a steady rapt. i heard his siblings through the door asking if their brother’s ‘pretty date’ was coming over. those siblings of his were a mischievous pair, but alas even they saw how much their elder brother liked me.

“happy birthday dai,” i greeted with a balloon and small cake in my hand.

“thank you,” he says, kissing my cheek taking the cake away. “come in. i’ll make hot chocolate for you.”

“thanks.”

i unbuttoned my jacket while i heard his siblings run around to spot me in the entrance way. shrugged it off and hung it in the coat closet. i also removed my snow lidden boots and had them resting by the door along with the others.

the footsteps grew louder as all three of them approached me at almost full speed. daichi was chasing them yelling something about not getting extra marshmallows in their hot cocoa...

“go-one!” the little one said as they jumped into my arms to give me a hug. “hi hi!”

“hi!” i stifled a giggle. “happy almost new year!”

“happy a’most new year!”

“oi! leave go-one alone, she’s here to see dai-niichan!”

i have daichi a look who let out an exasperated sigh. his sibling in my arms saw how flustered he had become when i placed them back down on the floor.

“we’ll play a bit later, ok? for now, try not to cause too much trouble for your niichan.”

“haii~!” and with that agreement, the two children spun of their heels while making claims who will win the next round of super smash bros in the living room. daichi folded his arms over his chest and i shook my head.

“what’s with that look sawa-kun?” i asked when i walked back further into their house and made my way to the kitchen.

“it’s nothing,” he replies with a broad grin. “so, lemon chiffon cake?”

“yeah,” i said sheepishly scratching the side of face. “it was the only cake they had left at the bakery.“

daichi came up behind me and wrapped his arms around securly around my waist and pressed his lips on to the side of by shoulder blades.

“you didn’t have to sweetheart, but i appreciate it,” he whispered against my ear before the kettle on the stove started to whistle. he kissed my temple while i pulled out one of the chairs from the dining table. i wonder if he’d bring up the letter... i thought. we enjoyed the hot chocolate conversing about my travels throughout hong kong and on his side he told me about what i had missed out in the decade i was away. afterwards, we played a few rounds of smash bros with his siblings while he cut up his cake. although i think he knew i threw a few of those matches in favor for his siblings (and him) to win a couple rounds.

“yeah! i won again!” the little sibling from earlier cheered raising the controller above their head. “did ja see? did ja?”

“hah, of course!” i said clapping my hands. “don’t frown,” i talked to the other one sitting in front of me on the floor. “i’ll teach you how to get better too.”

“alright one-san.” the child smiled, “best four outta seven?”

“you’re on ni-chan!”

==[a couple hours later, 23:45]==

the sawamura’s house was filled with dimmed lights while the television in the main room played the international news for the fireworks displays. his parents were busy tucking in the younglings in their shared room, soon bidding me goodnight and happy new year with a red small envelope.

“y-you didn’t have to!” i said holding the envelope since they were persistent in not taking it back. “thank you!”

“happy new year go-chan. daichi, walk her home not too late, yeah?” his mother instructed nodding to the time. daichi agrees with a nod of contentment.

we sat on the couch side by side discussing our plans for the future after the spring tournament. i leaned my head against his shoulder.

“what about you, go-chan?” daichi asked after he explained his goals for wanting to major in criminal justice to enter the police academy in our prefecture.

“i think i might focus on international affairs,” i mused. “maybe find work in a consulate office for japan’s side of things.”

“you’d do great no matter what you choose,” he said rubbing my shoulder with his hand.

“i know that and you will be a great lieutenant someday,” i muse looking up at him. i studied his profile features from time to time.

“you really think so, huh?”

“of course i do! don’t sell yourself short my captain.”

his laughter rumbled through his shoulders prior to kissing my temple when it had died down. he lowered the volume on the television and he suggests something i didn’t know he could do.

“dance with me?” he asks softly, his nose nuzzling the crown of my head. “the song doesn’t matter, ok?”

he helps me to my feet taking my hands in his. i put my left hand on his shoulder and his right hand on the small of my back; i held other hand with my right and folded it over the space that occupies his heart.

“you turned out to be a fine person,” i said as we swayed around the living room.

“so did you,” he compliments. daichi looks over my shoulder as he stops for a moment and pulls my body closer.

“we should stop dancing for a bit,” i suggest.

“we have stopped.” his breath fans across my face while he raises a palm to my face. his thumb runs across my lips; as our lips pressed on to each other’s, i hear the announcers’ countdown. expelling a puff of air as we both exchanged a smile, i bit my bottom lip before he spun me around.

“ahah! woah, slo--mmf!”

5...4...3...2...

one more time our lips met. his hand moved slightly away from my back and cliumbed higher to guide my neck into coaxing me to deepen this innocent kiss.i tilt my head more to the side feelling my partner dip me slightly as i meld into his kiss further. our last kiss of the year carried over into the new one thus sealing a childhood promise made on a swing set over a decade ago:

“daichi! wanna go watch the clouds today?”

“go away go-chan! i’m sick.” my classmate coughed a little and wheezed shortly thereafter. his mask had a little cute outline of a bird on the corner.

“aww, ok dai-kun. maybe you can watch from the windows?”

he nods to me and i return it with a nod.

“i’ll see ya tomorrow, ok? feel better daichi!”

at home, my dad asked me how school was and i explained to him how one of my best friends got a real bad cold. i also told my dad i didn’t get a chance to say good-bye so instead, i told my classmate we’d watch the clouds tomorrow, but that day never came since the flight to move was already scheduled for two days after that. i made two paper cranes that night and asked my mom to drop it off at school for me when she got a copy of my teacher’s reports.

“class settle down please. we have a guest today. this is ana-sama. go-chan’s mom. she has some news to share with everyone...”

==[the letter]==

my first love,

happy eighteenth birthday dai-kun! cheers to you love. you’ve come so far without me by your side for a while, but we’re here together now. and for that, i am grateful. i’m sorry i couldn’t watch the clouds with you when you got better. although nowadays i’m glad you & i hide out in the roof during lunch sometimes, haha. oh! did i tell you how proud i am of you for leading your team to the spring tournament this year? i knew you could do it.

my wish for you this year? for you tomake more memories with not only me, but with the rest of the team. continue to be a good leader. whatever the future holds for us, know that i will always love you most earnestly. win or lose, i’ll always believe in you. don’t forget this feeling of being loved as you are. let’s make this new year a fun one!

( ･_･)♡

go-san

P.S. care to watch the clouds with me?

#daichi x reader go-chan #childhood!friends to lovers with daichi #captain crow realizes he loves her #⌚️queued

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soranihimawari · 4 years

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Shatter

A story in several parts:

tw: reader chan’s sibling is a toxic force to be reckoned with; officers mentioned in later parts (civil servants for young adults); mentions of accidents and scarring [both emotional and physical]; young adult 18+ for strong and suggestive language

word count: 6.8 K

tagging @oikawa-obvs @m0nstergeneration20xx @smolbludandelions

the characters and other tie in works:

seijoh 4: oikawa, iwazumi, hanamaki, mattsun

spin off of the Running at 6a.m. feat. hanamaki and his s/o [plus s/o family]

Throughout this story, mattsun & q learn how important the actions of others does not define a set path.

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“If I get one you like, you can have it,” you say with a wide smile. You still remember the third day of the last month of the year. You were nearly on the cusp of being eighteen within a few short weeks. You had heard a few weeks prior that one of your friends from middle school had moved to across town once her relatives agreed to taking her in during the summer leading into your respectful third years. Recently your were surprised your friend was so openly affectionate toward a certain strawberry blonde. You would tease her saying that she was insane for having him wake her up at six in the morning during one of your late night voice calls.

“Well, Makki-kun is part of our school’s volleyball team,” she says. You sigh because your friend is right. “Besides aren’t you still interested in getting your hands a little dirty? I’m in serious need of my right hand mechanic to give me a hand running a few diagnostics…”

“I’ll clear it with Naka-one,” you say. “You know how much my sister worries.”

“Says the woman with the muscle memory of a saint,” your friend’s voice is singing sweetly into the receiver. “Besides, I think I can’t keep hiding my best friend away from those giants.”

“I suppose you’re right. Meet me at the station on Saturday, ok?”

“You got it. I can finally prove to Makki-kun’s friends that I do have other friends.”

II:

[Saturday//Ice Cream & Journals\\]

Winter was no joke as she briskly shared her wind across the neighborhood you found yourself visiting. You had arrived not too early in the mid-afternoon; you had an overnight Hershel bag with your various journalistic tools stacked in according to importance. You were a designer by instinctual honing skills whereas your friend was a hands on mechanical genius in her spare time. The two of you used to race up and down the hills of your childhood streets. Your drive to inspire others was something your sister had maintained with a skilled hand, but you were defiant against the dainty life she was grooming you to try to emulate. The argument reaches its pinnacle the night before you were supposed to be leaving to visit your friend:

“Your hobby is just that! A hobby! You can’t keep losing more hours of sleep over a career our parents didn’t think suitable for a teenager like you!”

Your markers container was the closest thing to your sister’s hands and instead of strangling you, she knocks over the matte boxes you so ideally spent hours recataloging. You say nothing, that is until those hands of hers reach for the journals you kept your portfolios of car designs is in her hands.

“Don’t!” was the last word you were able to yell before the sounds of tearing roars into your eardrums. You are left alone collecting the shreds of your dreams on to the kitchen table. Your sister was as mad as a hatter, but you were too. If her madness only saw the way you clung to the last bit of your individuality like it was a godsend.

So in the morning, you send a message to your friend who meets you at the train terminal. She dons sunglasses and extends a pastel jacket to you; the jacket has your nickname stitched on it with the sigil of a craftsman:

“I got your message. Man, you sister is really fucked up,” she says.

“I know,” you retort.

“You even cut your hair into a more asymmetrical cut. It looks good on you Q.”

Q is for Quantum. Your parent who birthed you chose that perhaps having born two daughters roughly seven years apart was not the best idea, but alas, here you were still wandering the corner of the outskirts of a city close to the palisades your host lives in.

The mod scarf you brought with you is wrapped around your neck in a double knot. The rest of your winter attire is kept simple in the various hues of indigo and splashes of cerulean pearls. Your best friend, you notice, is a bit more tan than before, but her ever present pizazz shines through like it always does. Women can be anything they set their minds to so long as they have the right know-how.

“I have the guys meeting us up at the ice cream parlour not too far from here,” she says stifling an amused laugh when you scrunch your nose in a slight snarl. “What? You did want to meet the person I’m dating after all. And not to worry, this is only a small gathering.”

Your snarl subsides only to remain as neutral as possible. You nod as your friend rounds the corner of a children’s park across from the ice cream parlour bells chime when the door is pulled open by other patrons.

“Thank you,” you and your friend say walking through the open door which automatically closes behind you both. Your eyes are averted for a moment toward the glowing holographic menu cards above the cashier. The ice cream parlor is paired with an adjoining coffee bar as you take a look around. Your friend has a nickname too and the moment you hear a subtly calm voice call out to her, you realize you recognize the voice (from the photos she sends you, you know their names only as ichigo no kori, cinefile, pretty boy, and…)

“Oh look, they’re all on time for once,” your friend says as she takes the lead with you close behind. When you reach the table, you unwrap your scarf from your neck.

“Makki, your girlfriend brought a friend,” the cinefile says. His winter attire is typically laid back as far as you could see; he donned a hoodie under his jean jacket and matching slacks. The person to his left, is the pretty boy. Apparently he was the aforementioned princely type who was more popular and it clicks in your brain why: Seijoh has a reputation for being a powerhouse. Then your eyes shift to the strawberry ice haired neighbor you were told so much about from several text conversations you had had.

“The chisana josei has a right to bring whomever she likes, Iwazumi,” the baritone voice is curious as he eyes you quietly.

“Of course she does,” your friend winks at you. You hear her whisper a play nice to you as she takes her place at the table next to her beau. You roll your eyes after your friend sits down, you shake your head like an etch and sketch. New slate for the weekend. I’m just here for a few days to give my sister a few days of quiet. Your consciousness rumbles.

“She’s awfully quiet,” the prince chuckles when you make a face. “Is it because she thinks I'm handsome?”

“Oh my god, the world doesn't revolve around you Oikawa,” the one named Iwazumi says through gritted teeth.

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty, but remember Makki is dating me,” your friend reminds them and her boyfriend smirks. “Have a seat Q, before you actually start growing roots. Mattsun, be a dear and make some room for my best friend will ya?”

“I prefer to stand,” you said with a shrug. “If you want to flip for it, go right ahead.”

“You sure? I mean, Mattsun does make a pretty decent chair...” your friend’s voice trails off when she sees your gloved hand open and close.

“That’s easy for you to say to an old friend,” you say when you take off your backpack when you hand it to her. “You’re not the one who was kicked out of the house again, so please excuse me if I decline the invitation for now.”

The conversation moves on after Makki challenges Iwazumi to another arm wrestling match while Oikawa heads to the counter to order a round of hot cocoa because it had already been sanctioned it was his turn to pay. Your friend converses at the end of the table with you and Mattsun together trying to act as a buffer between the most withdrawn people in the group.

“Mattsun, did you know that Q is an excellent designer? She helped me forge the gas tank for the bike I use,” your friend sings your praises. How does she know what to say to push your buttons like that? Mattsun is apathetic, yet upon closer inspection of his softened features, he reminds you of an older cat. One who has both a playful and mischievous personality and your imagination wonders how fast you’d fall for him not knowing he was wondering the same thing. The middle blocker keeps a neutral expression as he stands up to help Oikawa with the drink carriers with the mugs. After a rocky start, you realize that the group is not so bad. You were now a group of six third years and you liked the odds of having a small unit composed of your best friend and her reverse harem. They walk with you two all the way back to their respective blocks and when Iwazumi along with Oikawa branch off, you are left with your best friend, Makki, and Mattsun in your company

“Six in the morning again?” your friend sighs. Her breath is caught in the chill air when he kisses her temple. You see how smitten they are for each other and while you had just survived an hour into the prolonged sabbatical, you wonder if you would eventually get a shot.

“We may have lost the game chisana josei, but at this point, I think it’s just Oikawa wanting to make sure we’re still sharp.”

“If you say so, but I’m not going to be joining you. It’s too cold,” she teases. “Q’s here to hang with me.”

“I’m sure I can find something to do for the meantime tomorrow,” you answer. “I don’t want to inconvenie--”

“She can run with me,” Mattsun speaks up, scratching his cheek. He had this quiet charm about him. The offer throws you off course for a little bit in the afternoon sun.

“What do you think, Q? You up for a little excursion tomorrow?”

“Sure. It couldn’t hurt. You trust these two.Techinically dating one, but that’s besides the point.” The two of you laugh before realizing you set up a first date right under your nose.

“Careful with this one Mattsun,” your friend teases, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Your bag is now carried on one of your shoulders after you leave the cafe. “Q is really one of a kind. A gem if you will. See you guys tomorrow morning. If it’s snowing, we’re both staying indoors and you two can run together…”

It didn’t snow the following morning.

--House Hours--

You heard movie nights were a tradition, so you had tagged along with your host for the weekend away from home. The first day you had arrived, you had hot cocoa with her ‘reverse harem’ as she would like to call it followed by having dinner with her aunt and uncle; the following morning and true to their words, both Makki and Mattsun picked you two up for the daily morning run which ended with your friend getting another piggyback ride from her boyfriend (and you wonder why she fakes it from time to time, but it’s worth the way Makki’s ears burn a scarlet hue), yet you keep a steady pace much to the other party’s delight; the rest of the second day was filled with you trying to piece back together the shredded blueprints your sister ripped in front of your face. You look at the scraps tossed on the floor of the spare bedroom you were staying in and when the aunt of your best friend walks in to ask you a question, she doesn’t proceed with it since your sniffling kicked in her maternal mode: you explain to her you allow yourself to feel horribly for about five to ten minutes daily and you move on about your day, however after this particularly rudeness your sister had showcased, you needed more time before you were able to head back to your suburb. Her niece had explained the situation already a few days prior to your train arriving, but to see the damaging effects it had on you, her aunt calmed you down with some sage advice:

“Your faith is shaken, but you still believe. Give ‘em hell kiddo. I got you,” she says pulling you into a side hug. “Now, shall we make some tea? I think you deserve a break.”

Your friend came back from running an errand to the store because she wanted to buy a few more strips of tape as well as another set of trail mix with the granola clusters you like. See, you were invited at the request of the benevolent prince to his home to indulge in a movie night. “Makki said we’re going to start off the movie night at Oiks’ place with whatever you want to watch. It was Mattsun’s idea too apparently,” your friend says, handing you a hair elastic.

“Can you ask them if Oikawa is ok with playing ‘His Girl Friday’?”

“Sure thing.”

You two had dressed in similar fashions lately due to the steady drop in temperature.A lot of muted royal colors were your in your wheelhouse of clothes you had brought with you, so tonight it was forest green tweed pants layered with a peasant belted sweater dress. Your host had snapped a photo of you getting ready and she nearly choked back a laugh when you scold her for sending it to her boyfriend.

“You look stellar,” she says when she brushes her hair back into a loose ponytail.

“Do I though? When was the last time you saw the scars the fiberglass left on my shoulder, chise?”

“Seventh grade,” she answers. “Scars or not, you’re still my best friend. Even if you just made a portmanteau of the harem’s nickname for me.”

You bop your head and laugh. “I suppose you’re right… we should get going, yeah?”

Oikawa house, 19:32

You walk side by side with your friend after she mentions it was her turn to bring the snacks. You divide the work explaining that you know what they need more than you do. Although all dreams must end, your life was not some hallmark film. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right ones are the same, your subconscious reminds you to be more freeing of your worries.

“Let go have some fun,” you mumble. You reach the counter with your friend ahead of you. She had the usual assortment of candy to mix into the popcorn, she noticed you have new pens and a crossword puzzle.

“Crossword puzzles in ink was always something I wanted to try,” your voice is confident. “Besides, didn’t you say the boys were providing the food?”

When the final tally was tabulated, you leave the store together and head north at the next intersection, you two walk reminiscing your play days together.

“Oh! Your mother was so angry,” you friend says laughing about the time you stole one of her baking sheets to go sledding. “Wasn’t she going to use that pan for the crescents at the holiday party?”

“Yeah, she was. Haha,” your laugh is a foreign sound. However it is a sound you don’t often make anymore.

“You miss her too,” you friend says as she stops in front of a modern home.

“What child doesn’t?” You ask looking up at the sky.

The constellations twinkle a tarnished image of a family who prided themselves in raising functional perfected youths and while your sister doted on your parents every whim, you rebelled. The rebellion sparked many fears for your family; a tomboy with a high marks should not get into scuffles on the school yard. Such a fiery spirit could only be doused for so long. You were allowed to keep your hobby of drawing because it’s what calms you the doctors mentioned. Ever since the first cold snap when you lost your mother (you were a child in the seat behind her solving a crossword in pencil) in a hit and run, the last embers of creativity sparked a carnal desire to be free. Yet here you were seven years later with a sister so emotionally damaged who in her toxic mindset didn’t understand that for you, art and designing (like the paint job you oversaw before your childhood neighbor moved across town) for automotive purposes was your way to find balance. The girl who moved across town to be close to family had a stronger support system, but after hearing what her aunt had to say it suddenly makes sense, so when she calls you out from your trance, you remember you are always evolving: keep moving. One step at a time.

“Oikawa’s place is this one? Wow he really is a prince with a castle,” you joke in the front walkway.

“I know right? I know he’s one of the top setters in the prefecture, but with all those interviews he does, it helps, haha. Mind holding this real quick?”

The small convenience store bag is passed to you to hold for a moment while your friend knocks thrice times.

On the inside the boys were talking amongst themselves. It had been three days since you arrived for your holiday, and each morning after your first night, you woke up at six to run with half of the team (Makki, Mattsun, you, and your host).

“Q is really good at keeping up with us,” Mattsun says. There is a moment where he notices his friends stop talking. They figure it out and tease the tallest middle blocker like he was discovering a crush for the very first time.

“Oh~ is our little Mattsukawa finally growing up?” Oikawa cooed. Luckily Iwazumi’s shuts him up saying to get the door.

Makki sends Mattsun a text and judging by his best friend’s face, Makki confirms his disposition. Iwazumi mentions he’d be heading to the couch in the living room to create more space for the girls and Oikawa.

“Chisana mentioned you wanted to watch ‘His Girl Friday,’ so it’s already queued up.”

“Yeah, it’s really well written. Thank you,” you carry on the conversation as naturally as Oikawa points out the half bathroom in case you need it out of anything you can have your friend show you where things are since this wasn’t the first time everyone’s been over since the school year has started.

“No problem. Ah! Here we are,” Oikawa’s arm extends outward to showcase the kitchen area where the rest of group was. Makki greeted your friend first and you wave politely. You say a quick hello to Iwazumi and you know if you could hear a stare, you would when you greet Mattsun last.

“Greeted him last, huh?” you friend muses.

“You greeted your strawberry first,” you argue back.

“I don’t mind,” Mattsun says, his voice is hauntingly rich like the darkened wood finish on the tables outside. He leans in a little toward you before he stands he whispers in your ear, “you look pretty.” Your mood changed slightly as you hear his compliment. Then you remember the company you are in front of.

“We’ll go on ahead,” Makki suggests as he grabs the bowl of popcorn he separated for your friend to dump all the candies in. You nod when your friend silently slides you both kit-kat minis for luck.

“I heard you,” you say softly before you tap the back of the middle blocker’s hand. “C’mon, let’s not keep our friends waiting.”

Mattsun doesn’t give you the opportunity to remove you hand because he turns his palm up and you run your fingers barely ghosting over his future line from palm reading; you both hold a conversation behind curious eyes.

“Leave them alone, they’ll be alright,” your friend says in a lower tone.

Makki backs up the sentiment his girlfriend states with a stern glare at both Oikawa and Iwazumi, as one of them clicks the console control and the opening credits start to play.

And just once, you remember what your scars mean: it’s kind of fun to do the impossible. You eat the KitKat your friend left behind as you walk away from the kitchen and sit next to Iwazumi. Mattsun observes this and decides to take matters into his own hands literally. He walks toward Oikawa’s den area, he chooses to sit on the floor in front of you like a guard dog throughout the rest of the film. The film wraps up while the next film was being chosen. When the conversation goes on much longer than expected, you can excuse yourself for a moment back to the kitchen to pick up your crossword puzzle; you cross back to the other side of the den’s layout to sit down where you were earlier. Your pen is in your hand (youyou had tucked into the bag) as you begin to solve the first puzzle.

“I’m just saying horror movies are great,” Oikawa said. “Sci fi too.”

“Then it shouldn’t be that hard to choose,” you quip without looking up from your booklet. Your pen moves diligently as you flip over to the next page. To be quite honest, you aren’t really paying that much attention to notice Iwazumi and Mattsun switched places.

“Twilight Zome collection it is!” Oikawa exclaimed. He pressed play.

The evening draws to a close once you see that almost everyone had taken short catnaps around each other. You questioned whether or not the boys slept, but at least one or two of your company stayed awake.You close the crossword puzzles when Mattsun turns his head to look at you; you quirk an eyebrow at him You two were the only ones awake during this round of animated featurettes, so when Mattsun reaches for one of your hands he forces you forward a little too much, but you stop yourself from toppling over. You whisper something to him, causing him to make room for you on the floor; when you are sitting next to him, you lean into the side of his arm comfortably.

“My my, someone is affectionate today,” you tease.

“You don’t make it any easier,” he whispers in low tones to you.

“I suppose that is true. Is this ok? I mean, your face is more impressionable now than before,” you call him out on the subtle changes of his features.

“Is it? I haven’t noticed. My running partner is improving,” he tells this to you when you hold his hand in yours again. Neither of you want to let go.

“I think this is the beginning of something new,” you say calmly. “I’m still healing,you know.”

Instead of an answer, he shows you his understanding through squeezing your hand in a gentle manner: ‘you don’t need to run; you’re fine as you are.’

A couple minutes go by before you nod off. Mattsukawa was about to ask you a question, but chuckles lightly to himself that his question would be saved for another time. To him you are much more than a casual acquaintance of his best friend’s girlfriend. You’re shaping up to be someone he likes to know more of; you gravitate towards each other and now perhaps he realizes the appeal of having someone be a constant in life. There are many people who take the time to learn everything about the person they are crushing on, yet you and him are laid back enough to balance out your friends’ personality. You on the other hand are learning to forgive yourself one day at a time, but it’s the first time someone else is willing to wait for you. How long, you don’t know, and yet here was this casual acquaintance from your best friends new neighborhood willing to wait for you to feel better about yourself. Mattsukawa tells you how he wants to hang out with you tomorrow; just the two of you. You were lucid enough to agree.

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