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bubbleteaa · 4 years

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➴ D o u b l e t r o u b l e

double trouble;; fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!pregnant reader, Miya Osamu x fem!pregnant reader genres: fluff, Atsumu being a dumbass w/c: 1.1K (HOW?? WTFFF AKJSDS) a/n: thanks for the request anon! And thank you for your words, I love you!<3

Summary: Their s/o has a surprise for him. And after a time, they realize that it is no longer a surprise, but two surprises.

Miya Atsumu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• He would think that you are joking, though. • “Nice one, bae. Ya think yar smar’, don’t cha? Think again” • “Atsumu, I’m serious” • “C’mon bae, ya can’t be serious. Ya wanna laugh” • But you were awfully serious. With a pregnancy test between your tiny hands. • And then he realizes that you are not joking. • If you weren’t his s/o, he would legit run away. • “Well, that was a nice fuck. I just rememba that I don’t like kids, see ya” • But you are his s/o. So, he would be in shock. His eyes stick on yours, analyzing what he could say without making you mad nor frustrated. • “I guess my dick issa miracle maker, righ’?” • It sounded better in his head. • He knows he fucked up a little bit the air in the room with his comment. So he just walks towards you and hugs you tightly, his face bidding in the crook of your neck. You tremble a little because of his actions, but you just let yourself in between his softness and affection. • “I’m happy, ya know” he mutters against your hot skin, smiling lightly “I’m truly happy” • “I’m happy, too” your words kisses his dyed hair, one of your hands still grabbing the pregnancy test, the other one caressing the strands of his hair “I love you” • “I love ya too” he closes his eyes, imagining yourself with a baby. His baby “And to our little one, too”

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• “My dick is really a miracle maker, bae” • It must be really a joke, maybe the doctor was clearly blind and instead of another head, it was just an incredible big hand, or feet or a second brain. • But, fate seems to love twins. Too much. • “Yes, there are clearly two of them” your obstetrician looks at you with a playfully smile “Twin twins” • Atsumu is happy. Like, tooooo happy. He convinces himself that he is some kind of a fertility ancient god and that his mission in the Earth is to have twin twins for at least three times. • “I’m so cool bae” • And he would be also very, very, very clingy towards the babies. And would spoil them without even know the gender. • “Lemme see my cutie pies” • “We needa buy ‘em some matchin’ clothes” • “If we have gals, they would never date a guy” • “I wish we could have gals, bae. They would be as cute as ya” • “Imagine two lil’ Y/n’s running in the park bae” • And he would like to have boys, too. • “Wait, I know I say whatavaout’ gals but think about boys” • “One spiker and one setter” • “Omg I have to call Samu, wait bae” • He will brag to everyone about the news. He will legit post at least the same picture of the ultransound 10 times on his social media. • ”OMG LOOK AT MA BABIES ARENT THEY COOL???????” • “Just here to remind ya I’ll be father :D” • “You wish you could have the life I have, loser” • At the end of the day, he would always lay at your side and put his head on your lap, looking at your belly, smiling. • He would always run his hand carefully over your skin, feeling them quick from time to time. Sometimes his eyes would cry a little bit for the future you hold in your body. • The future he wanted with you. • “But they are a true miracle, my love”

Miya Osamu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• Superior twin. • He would probably know about your pregnancy before you. • Like, he legit is the one that cooks for you at 2 a.m., How was he not going to know it? • “Samu?” • “Yeah?” • “I’m pregnant” • Unlike Atsumu, he doesn't think it's a joke, nor does he make any out-of-order comments regarding the news. She just smiles lightly at you and caresses the crown of your head. • “I already knew it, though” he mentions you after a while, looking you in the eye. He smiles slightly and press a chaste kiss on your lips "I was just waiting for you to confirm it" • “I have to talk to Tsumu, tho. I just won a bet” • “Bet?” • “Yeah, I’m the one who is getting marry first and having a child first” • Yes the mf will propose to you. I stan that. KJSHDJSA • You blink for several minutes analyzing the situation. His hands are on your belly “What?” • “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and with our baby” • It’s impossible to say no to that, tho.

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• Now, he didn’t see this coming. • But i’s quite funny, ngl. • As always, he was accompanying you to appointments with the obstetrician. Both of you were calm, especially since it hadn't been long since the last visit. It was just an impromptu date because you said that your hip hurt a lot, and honestly, Osamu wouldn't risk anything happening to you or your baby. • But yeye, now something happened to you and your baby. • They multiplied. • And now there are two of em. • “Is that another head?” • “Oh, yes. It seems that you are having twins” • “Like twin twins???” • “Uh, probably. Mr. Miya, you have a twin twin, right?” • What a coincidence see ya in there lil samu and tsumu. • Now, prepare yourself for OVER OVER PROTECTING OSAMU. • “Don’t carry that, ya will hurt my onigiris” • “Y/N. Go to sleep, our babies needs to rest” • “Sit”, “Yer feet hurts, ya can’t lie to me”, “Yar goin’ to the bed now”, “Ya dontcha need to go out, do ya? Of course no” • He cares just too much. • sPoiLES YOU AND THE BABIES TO THE CORE. • “Samu, I’m hungry” • “Watcha want bae?” • And he will cook you everything. Even if he run out of ingredients, he would call Tsumu or someone to bring him some-because he will NEVER leave you alone at home-. • “I need more katsuobushi and panko, go get me some” • “Oh hello to ya too Samu, how is my favourite bro-” • “Tsumu, just brin’ me the ingredients and stfu” • The babies WILL HAVE matching clothes. Don’t even try to stop him. • Cute nicknames for the babies? Bet. • “Oni and Giri will love this, bae” • “Wait, how did you call them?????” • Anyway, he will be very careful with you. Even when you cuddle. He will try his best to not harm you or make you uncomfortable. • “Is this position alrigh’, bae?” • “I can change if ya don’ feel fine” • “Please lemme know if you feel comfortable” • Kisses. On. Your. Tummy. • Like. A. Lot. • HE LOVES WHEN THEY KICK YOUR TUMMY. HE LEGIT FALLS MORE AND MORE IN LOVE AHHHH IM SOFTTT. • “They are moving” • “Yeah, they know their daddy is here, they just love you too much” • He would smile so brightly that your heart will do UWU UWU UWU. • “I love them more” • He is just the perfect dad:( you can’t change my mind.

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kuroopaisen · 4 years

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little changes | i (miya atsumu)

➵ miya atsumu is the bane of your existence. but, that means different things at different times of your life.

PART TWO

wc: 6.9k (i know)

warnings: f!reader, cursing (too much tbh)

a/n: hi i couldn’t get this out of head so here you go,,, there’ll be a second part tomorrow

The first time you'd met, he'd pushed you into a puddle.

"Slow down!" You yelled, chest heaving as you tried to catch up to the two boys ahead of you. Even at seven years old, their legs were significantly longer than yours.

The twins scrambled to a stop, looking over their shoulders at you.

"Hurry up!" Atsumu yapped. "If you can't keep up, we're gonna leave you behind."

"That's unfair!" You pouted, stumbling to a stop in front of them. "You can't just leave me out!"

Atsumu stared at you for a moment.

One clean shove, and you were on your butt, muck and water splashing up around you.

"What'd you do that for?" You yapped, looking up at the boy with a glare strong enough to kill a god.

"You were bein' annoyin'."

"Hey!"

"That's not cool, 'Tsumu," Osamu sighed, holding out a hand to you.

Atsumu shrugged, letting out a long, exaggerated yawn.

That was the day you decided that Miya Atsumu was your arch-nemesis.

Not much had changed since that day. Miya Atsumu was, to put it lightly, the bane of your existence.

Middle school brought him no maturity. If anything, he got worse. He treated you like a nuisance, your friendship with Osamu be damned. But unfortunately, the two of them were rarely apart. And apparently being around you was better than being bored.

"You can't spike a ball for shit," he mumbled, shaking his head at you.

"Oi, language!"

"Shuddup," he rolled his eyes, turning his back to you. "You're so borin'."

He always called you that. Boring.

You glared at him, clenching your fists. You were just trying to play along with them. Sure, your volleyball skills left something to be desired. But Osamu didn't mind. And you wanted to play with your friend, his shitstain of a brother be damned.

"Yeah, well–" You sucked in your breath, trying to think of something very cruel – but not profane, because you're only eleven and swearing is one of the worst things you could do – to say to him. "You're a bastard!"

He looked over his shoulder at you, one eyebrow raised. Did his silence spell your victory?

"Pig."

Nope.

That was just the first of many monikers Miya Atsumu gave to you. He had so many, in fact, that it seemed he was allergic to calling you by your name. Pig seemed to be a particular favourite.

But, you always prided yourself on being tough. It took more than a few paltry words to do some real damage to you. And you were determined to not let Atsumu get the upper hand.

And yet, some days he did. They were rare, but they stung like nothing else. It was the days he got possessive. The days he told you to piss off, that he wanted to hang out with Osamu and he didn't want you there to ruin it.

You told yourself that it didn't matter. That you couldn't care less what he thought of you. But it wasn't enough to shift that awful little feeling that came with being told you were unwanted.

"Don't listen to him," Osamu sighed, hand clumsily patting your back. "He's just… like that. He sucks."

You sniffed, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Yeah."

You were just mad at yourself for crying. Thankfully, Atsumu had stalked off before you'd crumpled. But still. You'd let him get to you. You were better than that, right? Better than him.

"I still like you," Osamu swallowed, fumbling with the right words to say in a situation like this. "I'll beat him up for you, if you want."

You shook your head, a little too vigorously. "Nah, I don't want you to get into a fight with your brother because of me."

That's what it came down to, really. The feeling that you were in the way of something important. Of something that mattered more than you. The spiteful look Atsumu would shoot you whenever Osamu spent time with you instead of him hurt most.

Osamu shook his head. "Nah, it's fine. I really want an excuse to deck him in the face sometimes."

You giggled at that. It was the first time you'd smiled all day. "Thanks, 'Samu."

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With each year that passed, Miya Atsumu seemed to get worse. And with each year that passed, you were baffled.

How could someone have such a garbage personality? And worse yet, why was he blessed with such immense talent? You weren't an idiot, and you weren't the sort to deny credit when it was due. The twins were good. You knew jack-shit about volleyball – you'd sworn off it ever since Atsumu had been such a bastard about it – but you knew enough to know they were impressive.

They were just first years, but they were already on the starting line-up of the volleyball team. And you were quite proud of Osamu for that. It was nice to see other people recognising his talents. He'd been humble enough about it, too. Atsumu was another matter, but you'd developed something of a talent for tuning him out. So long as he wasn't insulting you directly, you could ignore him quite well. Life was much better for it.

The only bad thing about Osamu joining the volleyball team was the fact that he now hung out with them. Which wasn't a problem, per say; you were welcome to join, and they were all cordial enough. No, the issue was that sometimes spoke about girls. And nothing was more infuriating than hearing teenage boys advise one another on how to impress girls.

"You're saying I should just… ignore her?" One of the second years frowned at one of the older boys.

"Yeah," the third year nodded. "If you ignore her, she'll get all anxious about it, and she'll keep thinkin' about you."

"Huh," the second year nodded, blinking slowly. "Isn't that kind of… I dunno… mean?"

"Very," you mumbled.

"Huh?"

"If you do that, you'll seem like an asshole. Girls don't like guys like that," you sighed, head rested on Osamu's knee as you looked up at the sky.

Hanging out with the volleyball team wasn't high on your list of favourite activities. But, you had nothing better to do.

"I thought girls liked 'bad boys'," one of the third years laughed.

"I don't wanna make any generalisations," you shrugged. "But it's better if you're friends first. So you've gotta be nice to her."

You had absolutely no experience to speak of. But it seemed like the right thing to say.

"You're only saying that because you've got a thing for Osamu."

You hadn't planned on a murder today. But Suna had just changed your plans.

"Do not," you mumbled, shutting your eyes. Don't bite back, you thought to yourself. If you bite back, they'll just tease you more.

You'd actually thought about it, once. You were sixteen, after all, and ready to yearn. But, as hard as you'd tried to convince yourself that you felt something more for Osamu had fallen flat. The thought of kissing him made you laugh, when it should've made you blush. You hadn't mentioned that to him, though. Having a girl laugh at the thought of intimacy with you was probably at least a little humiliating, regardless of who she was.

"You're lying on him as we speak," one of the team snickered.

"Because I'm tired." You opened one eye to take a glance at the team. You took a moment to visualise punching them all in the face, one by one. It was almost rhapsodic. "You all suck."

"You're not even good enough for 'Samu, anyway."

Oh. Oh.

You bolted upright, glare immediately honing in on him. "Excuse me?"

Atsumu raised an eyebrow at you. "So you think you're good enough for him?"

You opened your mouth to reply. Fuck, you didn't have anything snappy to say. Was strangling him out of the question? Oh God, you could feel your face growing redder by the second. You needed to do something–

"Oi, don't use me as an excuse to make fun of her," Osamu sighed. "You don't really think that highly of me."

"That's cold, 'Samu," Atsumu grimaced. "You really think I'd be okay with you datin' this cow?"

"What did you just call me?"

"Do you like it more when I call you a pig?"

"What on earth gave you that idea, you bastard?"

Osamu rolled his eyes as the tirade began. Not a day went by without something like this happening. Atsumu said something contrarian, and you exploded like a little firecracker. You weren't the sort to start fights, usually. But there was something about Atsumu that always managed to get under your skin.

He'd hoped that finally entering high school would've taught Atsumu how to behave. He should've known to be wiser than to indulge himself in some wishful thinking.

"Does he always provoke her?" Aran asked, frowning.

Osamu nodded. "Uh huh. He gets a kick out of it."

"Hmm," Aran nodded, "knowing everything I do about Atsumu, that makes perfect sense."

"I keep tellin' her not to respond. It just eggs him on."

"Well, I guess it's kinda hard not to," Aran shrugged.

Osamu sighed. "Y'know, sometimes I just wish they'd get along."

Aran laughed, shaking his head. "Sorry man, can't see that happening any time soon."

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Being a teenager fucking sucked.

Getting dumped by an admittedly shitty boyfriend might've been some kind of rite of passage, but that didn't make it hurt any less. You'd tried to count your blessings, small as they may be. At least he hadn't dumped you over text, right?

Maybe it would've been better if he had dumped you over text. That would've given you a few hours at least to pull yourself together. Instead, he'd pulled you aside just before class had started, telling you that he was done with you. He hadn't even given you the chance to speak.

And then you'd had to walk into class and pretend everything was okay. A whole school day was far too long to try and pretend you had it together.

Behind the gym was the only place you'd managed to find the silence in which to mourn. You would've gone and cried in the bathroom if you could, but there was always someone in there. You didn't want to make a scene. And surely, nobody would come behind the gym.

"Oi."

Oh, fuck.

"What do you want?" You mumbled, lacking the courage to look at him.

"I was just tryin' to clear my head before practice," he said. "What're you doin' out here?”

"None of your business," you sniffed, your shoulders hunched and your fists scrunching the fabric of your skirt.

He sat down.

No. No, no, no.

"So," he cleared his throat, not quite looking at you. "I heard about… your ex."

"Great," you sniffed, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand. It'd already reached Atsumu? How much did he know?

"Are you… alright?" His voice was quiet, unsure.

"What do you think?" You hissed, drawing your knees up to your chest.

"Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just, uh… you've seemed kinda off today."

You shot him a look.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just…" He sighed, hanging his head.

You pressed your lips together, trying to sift through the jumble of thoughts in your mind. It wasn't that you'd expected your relationship with that asshole to last. Far from it. You just hadn't expected it to go… like this. Not after he'd taken so much from you.

"It's just that–" The words escaped from you with a hitched breath. "It's just that… I gave him a lot, you know?" You took a deep breath. You weren't about to admit everything to fucking Atsumu of all people. But you just wanted to talk. To put the pain into words. "And he didn't have the decency to… to treat me with respect. He… He…"

"Did he hurt you?" Atsumu's tone was sharp; sharper than you'd ever heard it. He still wasn't looking directly at you. If anything, that was a small comfort.

"Not physically or anything," you shook your head, relaxing your fists. "It's just that he… he treated me like shit. And… and I liked him more than I should've, I know that, but…"

You made a valiant effort at swallowing the lump in your throat. "It just fucking sucks, you know?"

You don't know why you're telling him all this. You'd already said more than you'd wanted to. But damn, did it feel good to get it off your chest.

Did you seem a bit pathetic? Fuck it. Atsumu already thought poorly of you. Letting him see you like this wouldn't be a massive hit to your pride.

And, to his credit, he's listening. You think.

"I think–" You sniffed, taking a deep breath. This was the worst part of all. "I think he's been hooking up with Eiko. Or, at least, he's been trying to."

"What, really?" Oh, he'd looked pissed. You'd never seen this amount vitriol in his face before. Not even when he was arguing with you.

"Yeah." You nodded weakly. You knew it probably wasn't Eiko's fault. And even if she had 'seduced' him, he'd still chosen to dump you over it. You just didn't have the energy to direct your anger at anyone but him.

"Fuckin' piece of shit," he grumbled. You could see him clenching his fists. You'd never thought he'd get this angry on your behalf. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Don't." You nearly reached over to grab his arm. But, you didn't. "Please, I just… I just want this to pass, okay? I don't want to create a mess."

Atsumu stared at you for one long moment. You knew he was weighing up whether or not he should listen to you. Then, he sighed. "Fine."

"Thank you," you mumbled, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You didn't know what to say, now.

"Well," he cleared his throat, finally meeting your gaze, "if he tries anythin' with you, lemme know, okay?"

You blinked, your own brow just as furrowed as his.

"He's a pig," he grunted, "and… and you deserve better than that, 'kay?"

You stared at him. Had those words really just come from his mouth? "I thought I was the pig."

Atsumu said nothing. He doesn't know what to say. You'd never really interacted like this before. Without the barbs.

He wanted to say that, even though he makes fun of you all the time, you matter. Frankly, he doesn't really know what he'd do if you weren't there for him to pick on. He's used to you being around, you know? That bred at least a little fondness. And the thought that someone had genuinely, actually hurt you pissed him off.

But he doesn't say any of that. Because he doesn't know how to. Hell, he doesn't even know what that means.

"I, uh," he cleared his throat, standing to his feet. "I've gotta get back to practice."

He wants to tell you to text him if you need anything. But, he doesn't think that'll be very comforting, coming from him. So, he walked away.

"Hey, uh, Miya?"

He stopped in his tracks, just as surprised as you were. You never called him by his name.

"Could you, uh… could you keep this between us?" You asked, your throat alarmingly dry. "I'd rather 'Samu didn't know about this. I'm worried that… that he might do something stupid."

Atsumu looked over his shoulder at you. It's a small moment, a quiet one.

He just shrugs. "'Kay."

The next time you're watching them play, you're not just cheering for Osamu.

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It's over. Finally.

And you couldn't be more relieved.

Of course, you were going to miss your friends. And of course, all the changes that were about to come your way were fucking terrifying.

But high school sucked. And being a teenager sucked. You couldn't wait to move on from all of that. To make a real person of yourself. And you were going to Tokyo. Tokyo. You'd always lived in Hyogo; the thought of living somewhere so vastly different was downright exhilarating.

But before all that, you had to survive your goodbyes. You'd made it through the graduation ceremony well enough; in truth, you'd zoned out a little.

But now you were all outside, and it was finally time to say goodbye for good. And quite frankly, you hadn't expected to be so emotional. Honestly, you were just proud of yourself for keeping it together. Nobody else was crying – yet – and you'd be damned if you were the first person to lose composure.

You'd managed to say goodbye to most of your friends with a smile, and you'd even bid farewell to your beloved literature teacher without getting too miserable. Surely, there wouldn't be too many people left to see.

A flash of grey and yellow at your right.

Oh no. You had to speak to Osamu. That'd do it.

"Oi!" You called out, hurdling towards him.

Osamu turned around, raising a hand at you. Atsumu glanced in your direction, but he made no effort to greet you. Asshole.

"C'mere," Osamu smiled, opening his arms up.

You threw yourself into them, wrapping your arms around his neck as you supported yourself on your tip-toes. He smiled, chuckling in your ear. Good God, you were going to miss him.

"We did it," you smiled, squeezing him tight.

"Somehow." It was subtle, but you could feel the joy in his voice.

"Good job on getting into TSUJI," you beamed, dropping down as he released you from his grasp.

"Thanks," he smiled, reaching a hand up and ruffling your hair. "University of Tokyo’s nothin' to sniff at, you know."

You blushed, despite yourself. "Yeah, well…"

"Stop bein’ so humble," he said, punching you gently in the shoulder. "Make me proud, you hear?"

"You too."

And that's enough. That's all you need to say. He wasn't big on words, and that was okay. It had always been okay. You knew that you guys would stay friends. Even if everyone else fell away, if you drifted from all these people you held close… you knew you'd have 'Samu.

You heard a voice calling you. You straightened your shoulders, looking up at Osamu resolutely. "I'll see you this weekend, yeah?"

"Sure," he shrugged, nodding at you.

You smiled back, feeling that persistent sting at the corners of your eyes. Your eyes flicked over to Atsumu for just a moment. He'd turned away from you once you'd thrown your arms around Osamu, opting instead to speak to some of the first years. You wondered, for one short moment, if you should try and talk to him.

Nah.

You swallowed, turning around to walk towards whoever had called your name. If you spent any more time standing still, you might not be able to hold back the tears.

You felt a tug on your sleeve, pulling you downwards.

"Oi."

You'd know that voice anywhere. "You're so rude." You shot him a glare, straightening yourself out.

Things had mellowed out a little since that day behind the gym. You wouldn't go so far as to say you were friends; he was still abrasive, and you were still struck by the urge to punch him in the face whenever he came into your field of vision.

But his words had been a little gentler. Insults abounded, but he seemed a bit more mindful. Like he was checking your mood before pushing your buttons.

Or maybe you were just imagining it. Maybe you just wanted that weird little moment between the two of you to mean something.

"What do you want, Miya?" You sighed, after a long silence.

He'd just been standing there, completely silent. He hadn't even bit back. His lips were pursed as he stared at nothing in particular. What an earth is he thinking about? You wondered.

Then, finally, he looked at you. "Wanna live together?"

You froze. Why was he so… like this? "Excuse me?"

He shrugged, hands in his pockets and an obnoxiously bored look on his face. "That's easier than findin' a roommate, right? We already know each other, and we'll both be in Tokyo."

No congratulations. No words of kindness. Nothing. Just straight to business. You weren't sure if that or the offer he'd just made was more baffling.

You bit your lip. Could there be anything worse than living with this fool? Maybe you could end up with a shitty roommate – but he'd also be a shitty roommate. How much worse could a total stranger be?

"Hey. Dickhead."

You jumped, looking up to meet his eyes. "Oh, uh… Let me think about it."

"'Kay."

And then, he was gone.

'Kay? 'Kay? That's all he'd had to say to you? After asking you to live with him? How'd he even come up with that idea? Had Osamu told him to do it? Oh, maybe it was his parents. They were quite fond of you, after all. Perhaps they thought you could keep their son in line or something.

But that wasn't your responsibility! You didn't want it to be your responsibility!

You shook your head. No, you weren't going to let this dominate your thoughts. You would worry about Atsumu later. For now, you just had to focus on getting through the rest of today.

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Your reasons for living with Miya Atsumu were simple.

One: you'd avoid each other. Surely, even if you were in the same apartment, you'd give each other a wide enough berth to ensure some sense of privacy.

Two: you could live like an absolute pig and it wouldn't matter. Who cared if you didn't do your dishes that evening? It only affected him. And fuck him.

Three: you'd heard one too many horror stories about friendships being torn to pieces because of shit like this. You didn't want to risk that.

Four: you didn't want to live with a stranger.

Simple as that.

And those were the four reasons you'd told Osamu, in a paltry attempt to justify yourself. He'd been sceptical, of course – and he'd said, without an ounce of goodwill, "you don't know just how bad he is to live with" – but he hadn't tried to stop you.

But one semester was already over and done with. And things were fine.

Honestly, you were still surprised that he'd even asked this of you. But, his reasons were his own, and frankly, you didn't care what they were.

Yes, he lived like a pig. And God, you'd heard him in bed one too many times because apparently he doesn't know how to be quiet.

"It's not my fault you're not gettin' any," he'd say. You always wanted to bite back and say that you were getting more than enough, thank you very much. You were just polite enough to be quiet. But, you always decided – quite wisely – that it wasn't an argument worth getting into.

But, there's something about the freedom of simply not caring if your roommate would get mad at you for some stupid mistake that made it all worth it. You were allowed to fuck up, to make all those silly mistakes every did in that transitory stage from high school to adulthood. Nothing you could do would ruin an important friendship.

You got to learn how to be a decent person without the consequences.

"Would ya mind if I had some friends over?"

Believe it or not, but this was a big step for him. A few weeks ago, and he would've just brought them over, your feelings be damned.

"When?"

"Thursday evenin'."

"What for?"

"Just catchin' up," he shrugged.

"Is this you asking me if I'm okay with it, or is it you asking me to get out of the house?" You raised an eyebrow at him, stirring your tea.

He flashed you a grin.

You rolled your eyes. "Really?"

"Come on," he propped his chin up on his fist, beaming at you from across the kitchen counter. "Surely, you don't wanna be around when there's a buncha guys in the apartment. Do you?"

"So you're going to bring them over regardless of what I say?"

Nevermind. This wasn't a step for him at all.

"Essentially," he shrugged.

You groaned, lolling your head back.

"Can't you just go to the library or somethin'?" He pouted.

"I don't have any assignments to work on," you frowned. "It's literally only week two."

"Aren't you always tellin' me it's better to get ahead early?" He raised an eyebrow at him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, biting the inside of your cheek. "Week two's overkill."

"Well, just… do your weekly readings or somethin'."

"I'd rather do them from the comfort of my own bed."

Atsumu groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I already told 'em they could come over."

Oh, you were so ready to throttle him.

"Can't you just… make yourself busy?" He shrugged. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anythin'."

"You should've thought about that before inviting them over," you growled. "Shit, what are you planning on getting up to, anyway?"

He shrugged. "It'll just stress you out."

"Miya, what the fuck–"

"One of the guys thinks you're hot."

You blinked. He really knew how to be blunt, didn't he?

"And?"

"I can't promise he won't try'n hit on you."

"Yeah, and?"

Atsumu shrugged. "I dunno. I just… thought you might be a bit uncomfortable with that."

"How does he even know what I look like?"

"I showed 'em a photo."

Oh God. Of course he did.

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"I mentioned that my roommate's a chick. They wanted to see."

"Miya," you sighed, gripping your own hair. "What – and I cannot stress this enough – the fuck?"

"It didn't seem like a big deal at the time," he tilted his head at you, smiling. "I mean, I'm just as surprised at you that someone finds you attractive–"

"Shut up."

"– but I just thought you should know. Clear things up before they get too awkward, you know?"

No, you didn't.

But, you didn't really want to have this conversation anymore.

"Fine," you sighed, turning to pour the rest of your tea down the sink. For some reason, you didn't really want it anymore. "I'll find something to do."

Shouldn't be too hard. Maybe a bar or a pub would have a student's night. Maybe one of your friends would be free. There was always something to do in the city.

"I owe you one," Atsumu grinned. You had half a mind to knock his teeth out then and there.

"You really do," you sighed, rinsing your cup out.

"Already got something in mind."

"Sounds like there's a catch," you mumbled, looking over your shoulder at him.

"No catch," he held his hands up, giving you what you assumed was his best smile.

"Has anyone ever told you you've got an untrustworthy face, Miya?"

"All the time," he grinned. "Nah, but really. No catch."

You titled your head at him, waiting for a proposal of some kind.

"I'll buy you pizza."

You scoffed. "Really? That's your consolation?"

"I'll get you the expensive shit," he shrugged. "Friday night. Promise."

"Can you even afford anything that's not from the cheapskate menu?"

"Can you?"

You shrugged at that one.

"Nah, I promise, it'll be good," he sighed. "I'll make it worth it, 'kay?"

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Friday nights were for Atsumu.

You weren't quite sure how it started. Something to do with him being exhausted from volleyball practice. Something to do with you being exhausted from university. Something else about how neither of you had any energy left to go out and socialise.

Whatever it was, you'd settled into a comfortable rhythm. Friday night, pizza, and a shitty movie.

These days, you actually liked having him around. Not that you were going to admit to it, though. No, you'd rather die than do anything like that.

You weren't quite sure why you'd suddenly adjusted to him. Was it because you'd known him for so long? Even if he was an absolute nuisance, he was familiar. Someone you could be a goblin around, without having to worry about him wanting to end your friendship over it. No, you'd been involved with each other far too long for that.

And honestly, it was kind of nice to have someone to relax around. While you'd managed to find some people you clicked with at university… making friends was hard. There was no-one you could be an absolute pig with yet.

So, Atsumu would do for now.

You'd just finished watching Neil Breen's Fateful Findings. It had been surprisingly easy to find a copy with Japanese subtitles; that being said, you didn't feel it had given you any clarity as to what was actually going on. Atsumu had loved it, though. He'd already tried throwing some of the quotes back at you. That was sure to make him harder to live with for at least the next week or two.

"Wanna play Smash?" He was sprawled out on the couch, looking at you with a painfully cocky expression.

"Absolutely not."

"Worried I'll beat your ass again?" Did he have to smirk after every second thing he said?

You glared at him. "Wanna say that to my face?"

He grinned, turning to face you head on. "Worried I'll beat your ass again?"

"I was having an off day," you mumbled.

"Wanna prove that, or…"

You bit the inside of your cheek. If you did play, there were two possible outcomes. The first was that you won. If you won, it'd shut him up, and you could go on with your pride more or less intact. The second was that you lost. And you weren't quite sure if you could handle his ego.

"I'll prove it to you right now," you snapped. "On this couch, with my fists."

He blinked at you.

"You're going down for good, Miya."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "I'm gonna make you squirm like the worm you are."

He laughed. A real, genuine laugh. The sort that relieved all tension from his body, erasing any hint of his usual insufferable expression.

He was actually kind of handsome.

You'd always known he had a nice body – you weren't blind, you were just too proud to admit it. And it'd gotten even nicer since graduation. Practice paid off, it seemed.

And there was something appealing about his relaxed air. About how he didn't seem to take life too seriously. It almost made him enjoyable to be around.

Maybe that's why so many girls were interested in him.

Wait, no. They only liked him because they hadn't spoken to him yet.

Oh, right. Girls.

Something shifted in your chest. Something you had never noticed before. Something so quiet, so understated that you hadn't even realised it had made its way in there.

Oh God, you thought, what the fuck is happening to me?

Whatever it was, you didn't like it.

Miya Atsumu was hot. That, unfortunately, was a fact you were now uncomfortably aware of.

"Oi." A hand was being waved in front of your face. You jumped. "Pay attention, you pig."

Oh, nope. There he was. There's the Atsumu you were used to.

"You're a fucking bastard," you mumbled, shrinking into yourself.

You're weren't quite sure what you were saying. You'd just flicked onto autopilot. But you knew that your words were comfortable, familiar. Little insults that a child would throw around. Anything to stave off whatever that weird stirring in your stomach was.

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In many ways, realising Miya Atsumu was actually kind of hot ruined your life.

Were you being over-dramatic? Probably. But had things changed? Definitely. To a large extent, it was on you; glances stolen when he wasn't looking, your mind wandering to places it really shouldn't.

But he'd been acting up, too. Standing far too close to you when you were in the kitchen – close enough that you could feel his chest against your back, reaching over your head to grab a cup while damn-near draping his body over you, walking around without a shirt on in the common area…

One time, when you'd dressed up all nice for a friend's birthday, he'd brazenly checked you out. He hadn't said anything – he'd just stared. When you asked him what was wrong, he just shrugged and told you to have fun. And, of course, he'd smirked at you. You'd been ready and willing to kill him.

Whenever you were on the couch, he always seemed to reach over you and take the remote himself instead of simply asking you to hand it to him. And sure, that wasn't all too weird – but he tended to get really close, and catch your eye for just a moment with that little smirk on his lips. Each and every time, you felt like you were going to explode.

You'd taken to sticking pillows between you on the couch, because you wouldn't be surprised if he decided to lay his head on your lap or some shit on a whim.

Maybe he was messing with you, but this sort of behaviour wasn't totally un-Atsumu. You'd seen him act like this with people before. It's just that you two had never really been close enough to warrant it. Was it just a symptom of the fact that you guys were kind of friends now? Was he just treating you like everyone else?

But some part of you was even angrier at that. You didn't want to be treated like everyone else.

God, you felt stupid for even feeling like that. Especially when you'd had an awkward morning chat with a few of his bedfellows – where each and every time, you couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was punching so far above his weight. How on earth were people this beautiful paying attention to him?

That was starting to make more and more sense recently.

You tried not to think about it.

But that was getting harder and harder to you. You'd been kind of lonely. Some quiet part of you wanted a serious relationship; someone to come home to of an evening, to relax and unwind with. You'd even been actively looking. Not that you were about to admit that to anyone.

But men are shit. Especially ones in their early twenties.

But as resolutely as you believed that, there you were, preparing for yet another date. You'd have a particularly messy string of disasters recently; men who did little more than stare at your tits, men who had nothing interesting to say, men who thought that being an asshole was a personality…

Tonight, you hoped, would be different. Sure, you'd met this guy in an econ elective – you'd needed something easy to bring your GPA up – and that certainly wasn't a point in his favour. But, he'd taken in interest in you, despite the fact you'd never really spoken before. A few months ago, you might've turned him down. But surely he'd be better than the drivel Tinder unfailingly turned out.

Only problem was that he wanted to go somewhere chic. Somewhere fancy. Somewhere that was, quite frankly, out of your comfort zone.

"Another date?" Atsumu scoffed, leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom.

"What's it to you?" You grumbled, leant in close to the bathroom mirror. You couldn't get your makeup to look how you wanted it to; everything just seemed a little wonky, a little uneven. And your foundation hadn't settled nicely into your face. It just sat there, a tacky second skin you just wanted to slough off.

"Nothin'," Atsumu shrugged. "You've just never gone out on a Friday before."

Oh. That's right.

You shrugged, biting your cheek. "It's the only day he could get a reservation." In truth, you hadn't even thought about it.

"Same guy as before?"

You shook your head. You couldn't actually remember the last guy you'd told Atsumu about. The amount of bad dates you'd been on was getting embarrassing. "Nah. This one's a classy bastard."

He snorted. "You're kiddin', right?"

You shook your head. "I'm going to have to let him pay for the date because I genuinely don't think I can afford it."

"Yikes," he chuckled. "You know, I never really took you for a gold digger."

You had half a mind to throw your mascara at him. "Shut up."

"If you keep faffin', you'll be late."

Shit, He was right. You checked your phone. 5:25. You had five minutes to leave. You picked it up and made your way to the door, ready to squeeze past Atsumu. You turned, dashing back to the mirror and poking at your hair.

"Stop worryin'," he chuckled, waving a hand at you as he began to walk away. "You look nice."

Those words stuck with you all the way to the restaurant. They were so simple, so innocuous, but… They were touching, coming from him.

And when your date was talking to you about something you simply didn't find interesting, you couldn't get that look on Atsumu's face out of your head.

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The date was a veritable disaster. Possibly the worst you'd had in a while.

First of all, the guy was a total asshole. And not just the Atsumu kind – no, this one was rich. He'd had his entire life handed to him on a silver platter, and it showed. You could tolerate it, at first. But when he'd literally said, "I don't think the poor should be allowed to vote," you knew you couldn't stick around.

Second of all, you couldn't stop thinking of Atsumu and his damn smirk.

You'd gotten up without even giving your date an explanation. You'd stormed out of the restaurant in a rage, resolute on walking all the way home.

Why did it always turn out this way? The guys were either assholes, or far too self-centred for a proper relationship. If they were neither of those things, there was just no chemistry between the two of you.

God, were you the problem? Were good people just not attracted to you?

What were you supposed to do?

To top it all off, it began to rain when you were just halfway home.

As you slammed the door, you looked as awful as you felt.

Atsumu flinched, sprawled out in front of the television. He sat up a little straighter, looking at you from over the back of the couch.

"Yikes!" He scoffed. "You look like shit!"

Your breath caught in your throat. No. No, you weren't going to take this from him right now. Not tonight.

"Y'know, you wouldn't've gotten rained off if you'd just stayed in," he chuckled, propelling himself off the couch and ambling his way over to you. "What a waste…"

He came to a stop in front of you, hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had that look on his face; that insufferable smirk he whipped out whenever he'd beaten you in something menial. That smirk that, in any other circumstance, would've made you want to punch him. But tonight, it just made you want to cry.

"You haven't said anythin'," he frowned, tilting his head at you. "You okay?"

You wanted to lie. You wanted to tell him that it was fine, that the mascara dappling your cheeks was just the result of the rain.

But you couldn't. You couldn't get the words out of your mouth.

You took a deep breath.

You stopped breathing. His arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. It was rough, the embrace of someone who wasn't used to tenderness. There's this strange stiffness to it, an admission that he doesn't really know what he's doing. But as he rests his head on your chin, you couldn't be more grateful for his efforts. Your hands found their way to his chest, balled up and tense.

"Hey," he mumbled, "hey. It's going to be okay."

You looked up at him, your throat sore from holding back a sob and eyes stinging from unshed tears.

Maybe it's because you're emotional. Or because you're tired. Or maybe it's because you're lonely, and he said a few nice things to you today.

You kissed him.

It's hot, open-mouthed as your fists grasped his shirt, pulling him down to meet you.

Your head is swimming; what the fuck is happening?

His arms tensed around you, his lips moving to meet yours.

This is what you want. This is what you've wanted for a while now. You hadn't wanted to go on all those shitty dates. You hadn't wanted to waste your time with men you didn't care about. What you'd wanted was–

He froze.

So did you.

His hands are holding your forearms firmly as he stepped back, an inscrutable expression on his face.

"No, baby." He shook his head. "Not like this."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You flew down the hall, slamming your bedroom door.

You sank to the floor, arms finding their way around your knees. You didn't want to cry. You didn't want to dignify this evening with that. You weren't going to pity your own shitty mistakes.

Fuck the date. That wasn't even the worst part of the night.

You'd just kissed Miya fucking Atsumu. Things were finally going okay between the two of you. He'd been treating you like a human being.

And now you'd ruined it.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu imagines #atsumu scenarios #atsumu imagines #haikyuuwritersnet #IDK WHAT TAGS ARE #also i can't believe i'm putting in this much effort for atsumu #mayhaps i enjoy him a little #ANYWAY here's part one of my labour of love #2nd part's up tomorrow!

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tamcitrus · 4 years

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Leg day.

pairing | Ushijima x fem. Reader

word count | 1 k.~

warnings | smut, semi-public sex.

a/n: ok so @vventure , @writeiolite and @hunntea were talking about Ushijima earlier and I needed to write this. He needs more love. This is for you guys 💕🌈

Watching your boyfriend work out was one of the hottest things ever. You were at his family house, alone for the weekend. He was sitting on a bench in the backyard, lifting weights. The sun made his wet body sparkle. You were sitting a few feets away, just watching. And then you realized you were pressing your legs and moving them together to get some friction. You needed some excuse to get closer to interrupt him.

You got up and walked to the kitchen to get two water bottles.

"Toshi, here," you walked to him and offered a bottle. "You need to take a break, it's too hot outside," you said.

Ushijima smiled at you and drank a sip of water and then he spilled some on his hair. You felt flustered all of a sudden.

"Thanks, babe," he took your hand and kissed your palm. Then he resumed his work out.

"Can I sit with you?"

He hummed. You put the bottles on the bench, by his side, and he looked at you, confused.

"Baby, I'm covered in sweat," he said when you grabbed his shoulder for balance.

"I don't mind. Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this?" you straddle his thigh and kissed his cheek. He was trying to keep his rhythm with the weight in his opposite arm. "Oh… are you going to ignore me? Can you ignore me when I do this?"

You rocked your hips against his thigh, one of your legs was between his and the other on the bench for support.

Ushijima felt hot. He kept his arm going up and down. He wasn't particularly horny before, but now with you doing this he definitely was. You were jerking off on his thigh, for God's sake. He tensed his leg muscles at the thought and you moaned.

"You… that felt good?" he said.

"It felt so good…" you rocked your hips again. "Why don't you put the weight down and put your hand to better use?" you whispered at his ear and bit his earlobe.

Up and down, up and down, each repetition his arm made your hips followed it.

"You can't ignore me forever, Ushi. Are you afraid your neighbors hear us? I can be quiet… can you?" you palmed his dick over his pants and he grunted.

He surrendered. He put the weight down and grabbed your hips firmly. You smiled at him and he kissed you, his lips demanding yours.

"You're a tease," he said against your lips. "Now you have my full attention."

His mouth was attached to your neck, biting and licking your sensitive skin. He pulled your shirt off, his mouth sucked a lovebite on your chest. One of his hands was working on your breasts and the other guided your hips over his thigh again and again. When you wanted to move faster he would hold you in place so maybe you'll learn not to tease him.

You were wearing a skirt and it was high on your waist, your ass exposed. Ushijima's hand found its way under the clothes and squeezed your ass harshly. Then his two hands were holding your thong's straps and he pulled from them until both straps were separated from the rest of the fabric.

"Toshi!"

"I'll buy you a new one, I promise," he pulled from the broken panty until it was off of your body.

He was holding your hip again and his free hand was circling your clit. You held to his shoulder for support and your other hand was pumping his dick over his clothes.

"I'm so close," you cried and bit your lip.

"Cum on my thigh, baby, come on," he tensed his leg each time your hips rocked forward on him, his fingers picking up the pace on your clit.

You reached your climax and bit his neck to silence your moans. You heard him sigh and he kissed you, waiting for you to come down your high.

"I hope you're ready for round two," he guided your hand to his erection.

"I'm always ready," you teased.

You stood up and helped him to pull his shorts down. You straddle his lap, your breasts bounced in front of his face with your movements. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and guided you to sit on his cock.

"Fuck, Toshi," you pulled his hair and he let your breast go with a loud pop.

"You're tight, honey. Move for me," he grabbed your hips again and guided your movements.

You put your hands on his shoulders to help you go up and down on him, repeating the motion again and again.

"Let me hear you, y/n," he ordered.

He pushed his hips up at the same time you went down on his dick and you screamed. Each thrust he did hit your g spot. You were clenching him deliciously each time he pushed his dick back inside you.

"Baby, I can't… much longer…" your words didn't make sense but he understood.

He kissed you again, this time it was sweet and caring, completely opposite to the sound your bodies made when hitting against each other. His fingers were circling your clit again, his thrusts became erratic. Your pussy clenched him again and he was almost there…

"Cum inside me, Toshi, please, I'm so close again…" you whispered breathless.

That was it. Your second orgasm had you moaning his name and he reached his climax too, filling you with his cum and feeling your walls pressing his now flaccid dick.

"We need a shower," you said when you catch your breath.

He helped you to stand up and he watched amazed his cum dripping on your thighs.

"Let's go inside before someone sees you like this," he said.

He pulled his shorts back up his legs, and his eyes went back to you: your bare chest was covered in sweat and maybe his saliva too; your skirt was too high on your torso and your thighs were covered in his semen. He thought you looked gorgeous. He carried you over his broad shoulders, your head hanging on his back and your legs at the front of his body. You ass was too close to his face, he was tempted to ruin you again. Maybe that could wait until you're inside the bathroom and already taking a shower.

"Can you put me down?" you said when you were inside.

"No, we're taking a shower together. And maybe we'll have sex again," he explained.

"Maybe?"

"I'm thinking about it," he put you down on the shower and helped you get undressed.

He turned on the cold water and got undressed too. He got in the shower and hugged you, letting the water run over your sweaty bodies.

"I love you, Toshi," you whispered.

"I love you too."

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estherwritess · 4 years

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Hi! Can i request a scenario with sakusa?? Like how they were having an argument that became very heated and sakusa suddenly insulted her out of nowhere which made the reader to storm out and avoid him?? Maybe make it really angsty??

this is like one of my first ever Sakusa requests nd I wanna thank you for sending in this ask nonnie! I'm v happy I got to write for him uwu

Sakusa and you had been on edge for a while, you weren’t sure what had been the cause of the increasing tension between you two; what was clear enough was that it was a factor that was pushing you two further apart. It didn’t help that he was more towards the blunt side of things, his words rarely sugar-coated; especially the past few weeks, his usual prickliness seemed to have increased tenfold. It made you feel like you were walking on eggshells every single time he got home, trying to avoid saying or doing the wrong thing.

You’re seated on the couch in the living room, knees pressed against your chest as you were both on opposite sides. Pursing your lips, you let your eyes glide over to him, studying his expression. He definitely didn’t look happy, you could tell that much, deciding to stay quiet you turn your eyes back towards the tv a barely audible sigh leaving your lips. Fingers tracing patterns across your arms to try and soothe your mind, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a pair of eyes looking at you from underneath furrowed brows.

“Is it that hard to be quiet for a while Y/N?” his words took you by surprise, you’d only asked him about his day once when got home, only to get a brash reply in return. Your fingers stop in their tracks, fingers digging into your arms out of pure frustration.

“Oh, so I can’t breathe now?” Your body language changes, arms crossing across your chest as you sit upright, eyes staring back at Sakusa’s, “Look, omi, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but working your frustrations out on me isn’t right”. The air around you thickens, tension wraps around you two, delving deeper into the argument.

“Fuck, Y/N, maybe I don’t want you baby-ing me all the time, have you thought about it like that?” you bite back, powerlessness grips you by the throat as you stare back at your boyfriend. Baby-ing him? Your face contorts into disbelief, “that’s funny coming from someone who can’t even express their feelings better than a toddler could”.

The last drop in an already filled to the brim bucket falls when he opens his mouth once again, venom dripping from the words uttered.

“If I knew dating you would’ve been such a pain-in the ass, I would’ve never asked you out”.

That’s it, you’re speechless as he silently stares back at you, his body-language is overwhelmingly aggressive, not in a way you feared for your own safety. You knew he was blunt, but this kind of anger had never reared its head before. It’s painfully silent, you can hear your own heart beating in your chest, mouth drying up as you’re lost, unable to find words to respond.

Surprisingly, you don’t cry, you’re fight/flight must’ve kicked in as you get up in a dizzying hurry, “let’s make that a reality then, if that’s what you really wish”. Your voice is cold, harboring no sympathy for the person you trusted through and through. He’s not used to it, and for a second, the change in expression sends a jolt through your body, almost making you feel guilty, almost.

His voice is shaky as it calls out to you, the reality of the situation settles in as he sees your figure disappear into the dark bedroom. He’s glued to the ground; a heavy feeling settles itself into his stomach. When you finally reappear, he opens his mouth, but no words seem to form, he stays mute as he watches your body disappear out of the front door, just like that, you’re gone. Sakusa lets himself fall onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees while his hands support his head; sobs rack through his body, filling the now empty apartment.

Before, you two were always able to work through issues like these, guilt washes over him as he realizes that this time, he really was the only one to blame. He couldn’t possibly shift the blame onto you, not when he was fully aware you were only trying to help.

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skiyoosmi · 4 years

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– caramel frappucino | 22

marga’s notes. because no one deserves to be confronted just through texts ♡ i recommend y’all to listen to the songs below while reading cause… the feels!! + some of the lyrics fit in their story :((

♪ CHAPTER PLAYLIST ♪

tokyo by joseph & maia | i can’t make you love me covered by dave thomas junior | still feel it all by maro

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Every chime of the small bell hanging by the café’s glass doors had your head snapping up, anxiety plastered on your face while doing so. Sweat kept on forming on your palms as time seemed to tick slower. I probably look like a fool looking at every new customer right now, you thought as you looked around the area, nervous that he might’ve already arrived and you just didn’t notice it yet. Too occupied with your unnecessary thoughts, you have failed to notice the figure making its way towards you, hands deep in the pocket of his denim jacket.

“You look like a mess,” his monotonous voice told you, chuckling by the end of his statement as you gasped and sat up straight, acting as normal as possible. Your somewhat sympathetic eyes followed his figure as he took a seat in front of you.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s still too early to break my heart, you know?” he joked although there was a stinging pain that passed in his heart as he said that… but you don’t have to know that, he thought.

The café was quiet; too quiet that as more seconds pass by, the faster your heart beats. If you were to be honest, you didn’t know where to start. You didn’t even know how you have gathered enough courage to meet him today. After what Tooru had told you last night, you hadn’t even slept a wink. You just couldn’t.

“Uhm… so… Tooru… uhh,” you stuttered, mind going blank as you tried to form your words that you have practiced so many times while you were in the bathroom, getting ready a while ago. What in the world are you doing, [y/n]? Speak! you internally screamed, already imagining yourself regretting your decision by the end of the day.

“I know. He told me that he told you,” he softly spoke, giving you a small smile of reassurance; just like what he’s been doing in the past years and with that, you felt your heart shatter as your thoughts flooded you once more.

How could you have not noticed it? Looking at him, you could see it now – the eyes that stared at you lovingly; the hand that twitches every now and then as it longed to touch you, or pull you close; the smile that held back so many feelings; and the heart that holds his love that was solely kept for you… how could you have not noticed it?

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you felt tears welling up. Frustration grew inside you when you heard him chuckle. How could he even manage to laugh right now? You had no idea how he did it. In your case, guilt surged in your insides as if it was an ocean threatening to swallow you whole. If you could shrink yourself into oblivion, you would probably do so.

Slowly, he reached over your hand that was neatly folded together on the table, caressing it with his thumb as he held onto it tightly. You were sure that if anyone who doesn’t know both of you sees you, they’d probably think you were just another couple out on a simple date but no. You two were best friends who fell in love with each other, both in wrong times. You were two young adults who danced in fate’s hands, clueless that you were being played by time.

“Don’t say sorry. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault except time, [y/n],” he told you, lightly squeezing the hand he held. You sniffed a little bit, finally gathering the courage to look back at him after your short turmoil.

“I should’ve told you…” you both said at the same time, catching each other off guard. Light chuckles turned into a fit of giggles as you shook your heads at your silliness. Unbeknownst to the two of you, your thoughts matched one another’s while you had your lovely moment. You were made for me, but not in ‘that’ way, you both thought; hands still intact with each other.

“I expected you to be more… crybaby,” he commented after a few moments of talking. You sadly smiled after releasing a deep breath.

“I had my crybaby moment last night already,” you shrugged as you fiddled with your fingers out of nervousness. The deafening silence has returned once more as Hajime stared at you, rather longingly… but again, he thought you don’t have to know that.

“Stop being so guilty, you baby. It’s not our fault time was against us,” he softly spoke with reassurance and comfort.

“You like that Sakusa now, don’t you?” you meekly nodded, an eyebrow rising at the sudden query.

“Then be happy with him.”

You opened your mouth to say something against his statement, only to be shut down as he held his hand up. When it comes to Hajime’s firmness, no one can go against it; not even you, his sole weakness.

“Don’t think about me. I’ll be fine soon… having this closure with you… it’s enough for me,” once again, the small wound in your heart burst open and soon, tears formed in the corner of your eyes while you hastily wiped them off. He was too kind, too pure for this world, even for you. He whispered a quiet ‘stop crying’ while wiping the salty liquid that escaped your eyes.

“W-what did I do to deserve someone like you?” you whimpered, not even caring if the other customers looked at the two of you weirdly.

“W…what can I do to repay this kindness?” you asked him as you looked with a pair of melancholic eyes.

“Just spend this day with me like what we normally do… then be happy.”

And you did. From going to an amusement park, watching a movie and at some point during your friendly date, he managed to ask you one of the questions that kept him up from his sleep as well.

“So… uhm… I may or may not have read one of your texts with Sakusa about the strawberry ice cream,” he muttered, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he looked at you, who in turn, shrugged.

“I used to love it; you know? Those boxes of strawberry milk you got me throughout middle and high school. It gave me the hope that maybe, I was special to you too…” you softly told him while you both walked along the park, having had enough of the rides that almost made you two puke your internal organs out. “… until third year came when I accepted that it won’t happen; we will never happen. Anything that had strawberry in it tasted bitter. I felt bitter.”

He never said anything back and soon, you found yourselves eating dinner in a fancy restaurant that he told you he’d been saving up for to take you someday.

Little did you know, Hajime’s heart has been erratically beating due to the fact that the time he dreaded neared as you were almost done eating. You were already at your desserts and soon, he will have to say goodbye; not as your friend but as your lover. As soon as the day ends and tomorrow comes, he will – finally – have to let you go.

“In our next lives…” you looked up from the caramel custard you were poking with your teaspoon as he spoke up. You hummed, signaling him to continue, unaware of the gulp he took while trying to formulate his next words.

“In our next lives, I will love you first… I will make you happy and I will give you the love you have always deserved. For now, be happy with Sakusa in this timeline.”

The walk to the train was quiet, but no longer the same quietness you hated that morning – it was comforting, it felt like home as you walked together hand in hand, no pain lingering around your hearts as you both accepted your fate.

“Well, today was… fulfilling, Haji. This… this is my ride ho–”

“I’ll take you home. Let’s go,” he announced as he pulled you inside the train packed with office workers who were dying to go home and rest. You wonder why he suddenly thought of taking you all the way to your house. He literally has to travel for another hour because of this, you internally screamed while glaring at him for his impulsiveness.

“Stop glaring at me. It’s only right that I take you home for the last time,” he spoke, not even bothering to look at you. How did he know you were glaring? You honestly have no idea.

Thirty minutes later and here you both were, walking side by side along the empty street leading to your home. His firm statement back in the restaurant lingered in your mind as you remembered how it struck your heart when you heard it. Because of that, you didn’t even know how to respond and remained silent. Still, he held no sadness nor remorse in his face, only a determined look that almost convinced you that it will happen soon.

As your simple house came into view, you both stopped, knowing that he has to go back to the station now or else he will have to wait another thirty minutes for the next train to arrive. He was quick to ruffle your hair, silently bidding his goodbye.

You knew that if one of you speaks at the moment, you were sure as hell that one of you will also go into full-blown crying. But you know what? Damn this all, you thought.

“Iwaizumi Hajime!” you yelled as soon as he was about twenty steps away from you. You could see him stiffen but slowly turned around. You didn’t care if you woke some of your neighbors; you could deal with their complaints tomorrow.

“In our next lives, I will choose you… you better find me, okay, Haji?”

Tears were spilled from both of your eyes as he solemnly smiled and nodded, choosing to mouth his reply. Nonetheless, you understood it with your whole heart.

“I’ll come to you… so please wait for me.”

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starrysamu · 4 years

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hung up on you

pairing | akaashi x reader

genre | fluff

word count | 5.8k

warnings | language

summary | akaashi + enemies to lovers + fake dating? modern romance.

“did you finish the homework for class today?”

you were about to lose it, to say the least. “kuroo, why didn’t you ask me earlier?” you whined frustratedly as he grabbed a seat next to you, pulling out his lunch.

you felt him shrug casually next to you. “i am not your planner, y/n,” kuroo said calmly and goddamn, you would do anything to wipe that smirk off his face.

there was a familiar shuffling coming up to the table and your eyes narrowed instinctively as you glanced up. you fought the roll in your eyes as you sighed dramatically, shifting your focus back to your screen.

kuroo jabbed your side with his elbow. “play nice,” he said, his smirk growing by the second. “hey, akaashi.”

akaashi lifted his chin at kuroo, pulling out the seat in front of you and setting his paper bag on the table with a thump. his eyes shifted to yours before he sighed out, “doesn’t it get exhausting?”

you stuck your tongue out, not even sparing akaashi a look as your fingers continued to type rapidly. “don’t get so hung up on it, baby,” you said, brows furrowing at the document in front of you.

akaashi rolled his eyes just as he took his food out of the bag, your mouth salivating just at the smell of the fried chicken. you shook your head to yourself, reminding that there was no time to waste - especially thinking about akaashi’s food. damn, he really knew how to press your buttons.

there was some clattering before an out of breath bokuto joined the table, pointing at you. “listen to me,” he said to you quickly, “we have an assignment due in our 1 pm lecture.” kuroo barked out a laugh in response, before pointing to your screen, mocking the two of you.

you laughed, before shifting your focus back to the paper. “i’ll give you mine once i’m finished,” you mumbled, your brows scrunching once again as your fingers traced your mousepad.

“you guys really need to stop feeding off of each other,” akaashi muttered, taking a bite out of his chicken nugget. you glared at him and he shrugged back, a little too nonchalantly for your tastes.

you really didn’t see how it was his place to judge you in the first place. to you, akaashi always added his two cents when no one asked for it. “well if someone just helped us out every now and then - ”

“then who’s going to help me and kuroo out?” akaashi countered quickly, staring you dead between your eyes.

you felt rage boil inside of you as you clenched your jaw. the fact that a simple conversation could get you so riled up was beyond you - but because it was akaashi, anything he did or said would get you feeling angry in no time.

you didn’t have anything else to contribute, so you turned back to your screen frustratedly, feeling akaashi’s eyes follow your every movement.

the table was quiet until bokuto quietly thanked you before scarfing down his lunch so he could take a look at the assignment. kuroo, however, wasted no time. “don’t you guys get tired of acting like this all the time?”

“no,” came the unison reply from both you and akaashi, neither of you bothering to look at each other or kuroo.

you never knew how it happened, but you, kuroo, and bokuto had become really good friends in a short amount of time especially after seeing each other in all your classes. with bokuto, however, came akaashi. maybe you were friends at the very start, but you couldn’t remember this far into the relationship. all you remembered is the constant fighting, but were in too deep to quit. you were not one to admit defeat.

it did get exhausting, though.

it wasn’t long before you finished the last few questions half-heartedly before tuning into the conversation that the three guys were having. you’d been so focused that you didn’t even know what they were talking about.

“akaashi, just do it,” you caught kuroo saying. “how long has it been anyways? like a year?”

a year since what? you wanted to ask, but you pursed your lips as you silently shoved your laptop in front of bokuto’s face. he owed you big time after this one.

akaashi shrugged, downing the last of his drink. “who is it?”

you failed to miss the glimmering look kuroo and bokuto shared before bokuto slapped akaashi’s back. “it’s a blind date, buddy.”

“you’re going on a blind date?” you finally piped up, tossing some fries in your mouth. you were a lot calmer now that you’d finished the assignment, ready to offer your own two cents, whether akaashi asked for them or not.

akaashi clicked his tongue. “what’s it to you all of a sudden?” he said calmly. there wasn’t any actual irritation on his face, but he felt the need to say something just to remind you of the true nature of your relationship. you weren’t close enough to be asking him about things like this.

“we’re talking about setting keiji up on a date,” bokuto said excitedly. “let’s set you up too, i haven’t seen you with someone in like three years.”

you jutted your lower lip out at bokuto before huffing, “don’t bring it up, i don’t like to think about it.”

“which is why,” kuroo continued off of bokuto’s previous statement, “you should let us set you up on a date.”

“are you guys a matchmaking service or something now?” akaashi responded skeptically, crumpling his paper bag. “what’s gotten into the two of you?”

wanting to spite akaashi, you muttered to kuroo, “fine, just text me the details. you know my type - don’t fuck it up.” kuroo grinned at you excitedly, literally bouncing off his seat.

akaashi looked at you daringly. not everything was a competition between the two of you, but you sure could make it one if you wanted to. he rolled his eyes before tilting his head slightly, mumbling a, “fine, count me in.” taking a good look at you, he added, “whoever can score a second date has to stop picking a fight with the other person for the next month.”

you looked at him dubiously. maybe he was exhausted too.

“i’m mature enough to handle that,” you challenged back, rage growing in your eyes. “i’m just not sure if you’re up to it, y’know?”

“we’ll see about that,” akaashi quipped at you, standing up to sling his backpack over his shoulder. “i wouldn’t underestimate my abilities if i were you,” he said in a low voice so only you could hear.

as akaashi ushered the three of you to get ready for class, kuroo slapped your back, similar to the way bokuto did with akaashi. “we just want you two to be happy.”

for once, you and akaashi looked to each other with the same reaction - unabashed bewilderment. you and akaashi feeling the same way? shocking.

you were sitting with your back facing the door, probably out of nerves. how long had it even been since you went on your last date? you bounced your knees up and down, your palms slightly sweaty as you fidgeted around anxiously.

there was some shuffling approaching you as you turned around. i wonder what he looks like -

your heart stopped and you were effectively at a loss for words.

“akaashi?” you spat abruptly. what the hell was he doing here?

akaashi was just as surprised as you were, a stunned expression replacing his normally blank stare. “what are you doing here?” he said, his brows furrowing. “don’t tell me - ”

“is your date here too?” you asked quickly, trying to make sense of the situation. bokuto and kuroo already knew how you felt about each other, so you were just so confused as to why they would put you guys at the same spot for your blind dates, especially when so much was on the line.

“yea,” akaashi mulled, scrolling through his phone to make sure he got the time and location right. he sighed heavily, before shoving it in his back pocket. “did you get the place wrong or something?”

you fought the urge to yell at him. “excuse me? you can check my messages,” you huffed defiantly, shoving your phone in his face as proof.

he muttered something under his breath before swatting your hand out of your face. “fine, okay, whatever, i’m just going to wait over there then so that they don’t think i’m with you.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way,” you muttered, turning back around but keeping an eye as to where he was sitting.

what are the damn odds?

you leaned back in the sofa chair. it was close to being a half hour, and you were growing goddamn frustrated especially since you waited to buy coffee out of courtesy for your date.

you shot a quick message to kuroo. ‘can you just give me his number??’ you sent him, and kuroo insisted that he would text your date on your behalf, before telling you that he was already there.

you scanned the cafe once again, eyes landing on akaashi. you clicked your tongue distastefully, before sending back to kuroo, ‘there isn’t anyone here. except for like .. akaashi??’

there wasn’t any response from kuroo after that.

you felt like ripping your hair out. you glanced at akaashi again, watching him scroll through his phone as he waited for his own date. you squinted at him, before deciding that he looked nice today.

blinking a few times, you looked down at your phone. wait a second. you squinted back at akaashi across the cafe, this time meeting his eyes. wait a second. wait a second -

brown hair, should be wearing a blue striped shirt.

HUH?

just as you were about to open your mouth, akaashi pointed at you, motioning you to come to him.

you, normally not willing to listen to him at any given moment, followed his gesture because you desperately wanted - needed - answers. you bolted from the sofa, swiftly walking towards him and shoving your phone in his face.

“you’re my date, huh?” you blurted, pointing to kuroo’s message from earlier about a blue striped shirt.

“glad you finally made the revelation, idiot,” akaashi muttered, sighing at his phone as he motioned for you to join his table.

you clenched your hands into fists as you took the seat in front of him. “as if you figured it out any earlier.” the way akaashi pissed you off -

“listen to me,” akaashi said quickly, before setting his phone aside and leaning in. he hadn’t even given you a chance to process anything before he started speaking. “i have a really good idea.”

there he goes again, with his two cents. you weren’t going to deny that you were interested, though. “what is it?” you pressed.

“kuroo and bokuto thought they got us good, huh,” akaashi said, his lips quirking up slightly. “why don’t we get them back?”

in your mind, akaashi’s plan was almost brilliant. were you strong enough to go through it without losing your mind? probably not.

you shifted on your feet, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for akaashi outside of the student union. you gripped your phone tightly, your knuckles growing white as your heart rate rose.

“thanks for waiting,” akaashi said from behind you, making you jump and whip around.

you fought the urge to yell at him, noticing kuroo and bokuto approaching the building out of the corner of your eye. they were still an earshot away, so you mumbled, “okay, don’t get weirded out, they’re coming.”

“i should say the same to you,” he said, his tone starkly different from the smile he wore on his face as he glanced down at you.

you leaned in and giggled against his cheek in some elaborate display of affection, making sure to look like a pair of lovebirds who’d recently kindled a romance. “god, i hate you,” you managed to murmur, before you heard bokuto yelling at you.

“what’s going on?” kuroo said quickly, approaching the two of you with a confused look on his face.

you gnawed on your bottom lip, ready to spill everything to your best friend. akaashi’s fingers tapped on your wrist, attempting to contain your nervousness.

that didn’t slip past bokuto and kuroo. bokuto pointed fervently at akaashi’s hand. “what was that?” he said quickly, eyes growing wide.

“what was what?” akaashi said coyly, tilting his head to the side.

you poked your head out from behind akaashi, who’d somehow moved to the front of you as if he was trying to shield you. “hi guys,” you piped up, plastering the giddiest smile on your face that you could manage.

“what’re you doing?” kuroo asked skeptically, glancing quickly at the proximity between you and akaashi.

you checked the time on your phone. “wait, we need to go eat now so we can have enough time before class,” you said quickly, before tugging akaashi in by the wrist.

akaashi leaned in close to your ear as the two of you walked ahead of kuroo and bokuto. “stop going overboard,” he muttered.

you snapped your neck towards him, your noses almost bumping against one another as you gave him a soft smile. you watched the blush cover his face as you said, “start acting like you like me then.”

behind you, bokuto was busy choking on his own spit.

akaashi slid a can of coffee to you. “stop dozing off in class,” he said, pulling out the seat next to you. kuroo, sitting on the other side of you, eyed the two of you as you thanked akaashi.

you felt yourself starting to sweat. you hadn’t gotten the chance to say anything to kuroo because you were nervous you were going to let something slip. it was natural for kuroo and bokuto to be skeptical, but the silence from kuroo was especially deafening.

“how was your day?” you asked akaashi quietly, popping the can open and taking a long sip. you sighed contentedly, knowing this was just what you needed to keep you up during class.

the gesture was sweet. you grew hot at the revelation, waiting patiently for akaashi to answer your question.

he sighed heavily in response as he mulled over his morning classes, drumming his fingers against the desk. “hm, we got our exams back in mechanics. didn’t do so hot this time.”

“what’d you get?” you inquired, pulling out your books and laptop for the lecture.

“90,” akaashi mumbled, covering his face slightly with his palm to stifle a smile. he already knew you were about to snap at him.

before you could manage any words out, kuroo abruptly said, “when did the two of you get so chummy?”

it had been three days since you’d started this whole thing. you were feeling guilty, but you didn’t feel too bad after remembering that this was all kuroo and bokuto’s fault anyways.

you felt akaashi’s slender fingers clasp your wrist, giving you two taps to back down so you didn’t accidentally let anything spill. a gentle reminder. you were surprised that he already knew you so well, especially since the anxiety in you was building up by the second.

“what do you mean?” akaashi finally said, lips quirking up.

kuroo sighed frustratedly, rolling his eyes. “forget about it,” he mumbled, turning back to his laptop and pulling up the lecture slides.

you knew kuroo was mad at you for not telling him anything, but neither you nor akaashi had thought this far out, even if it’d only been three days. the two of you needed to collaborate to get your stories straight at some point, but you were honestly too scared to bring it up in front of akaashi. after all, bokuto and kuroo may overhear and everything could go to shit before it even started.

akaashi’s hand was still on your wrist when bokuto walked in. bokuto set his things at the empty seat next to kuroo. he glanced at akaashi’s hand, your hand, your can of coffee, and then choked out, “what the hell, you guys?”

you felt the lack of warmth against your skin. “what do you mean, bokuto?” you asked, smiling at him.

akaashi shrugged. “i’ll get you coffee next time, guys.”

conveniently for both you and akaashi, the professor began class right then.

you watched as the ball flew over the net, landing on the ground with a thud. a smile grew on your face, feeling proud of watching your friends toss the ball back and forth.

it wasn’t long before practice was over. akaashi had texted you earlier to meet him at the gym, and honestly? the idea was genius, considering kuroo and bokuto were there too.

“y/n!” bokuto said, waving his arm around.

the smile on your face grew even bigger as he and kuroo walked up to you. you tiptoed to see if akaashi was behind them, but your smile was quickly replaced with a frown when you couldn’t see him.

“what, not happy to see us?” kuroo said, wiping his face down with a towel.

you rolled your eyes at him. “i’m always happy to see you. glad to see you’re both finally acting normal,” you grumbled.

you were finally comfortable with the situation, to where you weren’t getting as anxious about letting any of your thoughts spill. kuroo was finally speaking to you again. things were good - you just needed to figure out how much longer you were going to mess with them.

you were hoping that they were getting convinced by your act. even though you were getting comfortable, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

kuroo poked your forehead. “what’re you doing here?”

you stuck your tongue out at him. “what do you think?” you asked vaguely, scrunching your nose up at him.

“yea kuroo, what do you think?” bokuto said. “she’s waiting for akaashi, duh.”

your face felt hot as he said that, your heart beating quickly at the four words. why were you feeling like this all of a sudden?

“i still can’t believe this,” kuroo scoffed, shifting his eyes from you to bokuto. “call me a skeptic - ”

akaashi poked kuroo’s head from behind, stopping him from finishing his thought. “you are a skeptic.” you hadn’t even noticed him coming your way, but if it were possible, your heart was beating even faster.

kuroo swatted akaashi’s hand out of the way as akaashi moved to you. “what’re you doing here?” akaashi asked you teasingly, knowing full well what he was doing to you.

your eyes widened. you couldn’t just say that he’d texted you to be there, right? “uh,” you stammered out, “i wanted to, um, surprise you, yea.”

akaashi fought the urge to laugh as he wiped the sweat off of his face with his shirt. you swallowed thickly as you forced your eyes to stay on his face for the split second, but you could barely keep yourself together. you hoped to every ethereal being that your face hadn’t given you away.

“let me grab my things and we can head out,” akaashi finally said, and you nodded stiffly, unsure of how to process everything around you.

you shuffled on your feet as the other two also left you. you stood outside of the gym, your hand clasped over your wrist as you shifted about.

“why do you look so nervous?” akaashi said, approaching you. kuroo and bokuto had left a while ago, and now it was just you and akaashi. “thanks for waiting, by the way,” he mumbled, taking a sip out of his water bottle. “i think we’re fooling them.”

you nodded silently, your hands unclasping from one another as the two of you began to walk in silence. you looked up to the sky, noting that the sun was starting to set.

akaashi’s eyes landed on you. “i think this is going pretty well,” he finally said, after several minutes of silence.

this? what is this? “hm, yea, i think so too,” you hummed, still staring up at the sky. “it’s funny how things work out.”

akaashi raised his eyebrows at your sudden admittance. “how so?”

you finally looked at him, continuing to walk side by side with him. “you hated me. now look at us,” you said simply, drawing in a deep breath.

akaashi stopped walking, and it wasn’t until a few moments later when you realized he wasn’t by your side. you stopped to turn around and look at him, before cocking your head to the side. “what?” you laughed, staring at akaashi’s confused expression.

he glowed under the setting sun. sweat lightly coated his forehead, his figure still standing tall after a two-hour long practice. it was breathtaking.

you inhaled sharply, before turning around to keep walking. you shoved your thoughts to the side, thinking about all of the things you had to do that night.

“i never hated you,” came the small voice, familiar shuffling approaching you to catch up. “who said that?”

you felt your mind go blank. there was no way. there was no way. you fought every urge to laugh. maybe you were on the verge of crying? you didn’t even know at this point.

you’d spent so much time thinking about how akaashi hated everything you said - your entire existence. so you’d spent so much energy hating him back - it was so exhausting. you couldn’t even remember why you started treating each other like shit.

how ironic.

the two of you walked the rest of the way in silence.

you hadn’t been able to sleep for the past three days. how long were you and akaashi going to keep this up? it’d already been almost three weeks.

sighing heavily, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, swinging open the door to your apartment.

at the bottom of the stairs stood akaashi, waiting for you. you sighed again.

“good morning,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you walked down the stairs. for the past week and a half, akaashi always greeted you in the morning. you were confused, to put it simply - bokuto and kuroo weren’t around, you and akaashi didn’t have the same morning classes, and there was absolutely no reason for him to loiter around this early in the morning.

“morning,” akaashi said, sliding his phone into his pocket. “stay up late?” he scanned your face and you grew hot with his eyes on you.

“yes,” you muttered simply, lips forming a pout. there was no way you’d be able to tell him you were up late just thinking about what the hell the two of you were doing.

akaashi handed you a starbucks cup - a huge upgrade from what you were getting initially. you made a mental note of this as you took it from him gratefully, taking a long sip of the warm latte.

you smiled contentedly to yourself as the two of you walked towards campus in silence.

“what’re you doing later today?” akaashi finally asked, glancing at you.

your heart skipped a beat and you had to remind yourself to calm down. “kuroo, bokuto, and i have an exam in thermo in a few days. i think i’m going to be in the library studying for it after class today.” you rubbed your eyes tiredly again, knowing damn well that you were gonna be distracted thinking about akaashi the whole time.

“i’ll join you after practice,” he said, walking you to your first class.

you nodded, unsure of what else to say. you walked up to the stairs of your building, seeing him start to walk off in the direction of his first class.

you don’t know what compelled you, but you called out after him. “have a good day!”

you’d just barely missed his smile, but it was more than enough to keep you distracted during your 9 am lecture.

sure enough, the next night, you, kuroo, and bokuto were all huddled over the textbook. it was nearing midnight and you could already feel yourself yawning.

there was a starbucks cup set in front of you, along with two cans of coffee for bokuto and kuroo. you looked up and smiled gratefully.

“hi akaashi,” you said softly. “what’re you doing here so late?”

bokuto frowned. “why do kuroo and i only get cans of coffee? why is y/n the only special one here?”

“do you have to ask?” kuroo muttered, nodding to akaashi to thank him.

this was normal for them by now. three weeks - almost four - had passed and they hadn’t suspected a thing. you were proud of you and akaashi for pulling this off, but you’d never discussed how long you were going to keep this up for.

the question was burning in your mind. just how long were you going to keep this up?

akaashi sighed, pulling out the chair next to you. “i have to study for my mechanics exam anyways.”

you nodded slowly, watching kuroo and bokuto go back to the problem set. you turned to akaashi, before leaning closer to him. “isn’t that next week?” you whispered.

the tips of his ears grew red and you swallowed down a smile. how cute. “i’m not doing well in the class,” he said curtly, unzipping his backpack to pull out his things.

“don’t be fooled, y/n,” bokuto proclaimed, barely sparing a glance at the two of you. “akaashi has an A+ in the class.”

you finally let out a laugh, to which akaashi smiled. instinctively, your hand reached for his. “stop being silly and just go home and get some rest,” you said, turning back to your work.

it was only a few moments later when you realized you were holding his hand. you abruptly pulled away, looking away to mask your embarrassment.

akaashi leaned in closer to you, his hand reaching for yours under the table. “i’ll just stay until you wanna go home,” he said softly, his eyes staying focused on his laptop. “that way i can walk you home.”

your cheeks burned under the low light as you nodded imperceptibly, gnawing at your lower lip until it began to hurt.

it wasn’t long before the coffee began to wear off.

you felt yourself dozing off while you, kuroo, and bokuto kept drilling out problem sets. at this point, you were sure your brain couldn’t handle it anymore.

akaashi could tell you were getting exhausted as he tugged on your wrist. “let’s go home.”

you nodded tiredly, barely forming the words to tell bokuto and kuroo that you were calling it quits. you checked the time on your phone. it was almost 3 am.

sighing heavily, you slowly started to put your things up, yawning quietly. you tossed your snack bags and coffee cup into the trash can, before making a move to head out.

akaashi reached for your hand as you said goodnight to your friends. instinctively, you intertwined your fingers with his as the two of you started your trek home.

“why did you stay with us?” you asked, rubbing your eyes with your free hand. “it’s literally 3 am.”

akaashi shrugged. “i had some things to do anyways.”

“don’t lie,” you pouted.

you were so tired that you couldn’t feel yourself think straight. akaashi picked up on this, so he didn’t say much afterwards for the rest of the walk home.

you stopped at the bottom of the stairs to your apartment complex, hand still locked with his. you yawned as you looked at him square in the face, blinking a few times.

“i had fun. thank you for walking me home,” you stated simply. you nodded tiredly to yourself, for absolutely no reason, before making a move to head upstairs.

akaashi tugged roughly on your hand, pulling you back towards him. it all happened too fast for you to process - his other hand was at the side of your face, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

his lips moved softly against yours, his right hand caressing your cheek as he ran his thumb over your cheekbone. your mind went fuzzy as your eyes hooded over, your grip tightening on his hand. you gasped for air as he pulled away from you abruptly, your eyes shooting open.

damn, how the hell were you supposed to fall asleep now?

“what are we doing, akaashi?”

it had been five days since the two of you even spoke to one another. five days where you discovered you actually missed him, five days where you discovered you may like him. five whole sleepless nights.

akaashi looked at you breathlessly as he wiped his forehead with his towel.

“you came here to ask me that?” he asked, slinging his back over his shoulder.

bokuto and kuroo approached from behind akaashi. “y/n? what’re you doing here?” bokuto asked tentatively, seeing the serious look on your face. kuroo and bokuto had been seeing less and less of you this past week - a huge red flag.

“is everything okay?” kuroo asked, placing a hand on his hip as he looked between you and akaashi.

you nodded quietly, before looking back to akaashi. “i’ll wait for you.”

akaashi sighed, running a hand through his hair before nodding silently and heading into the locker room to change.

why did you think this was a good idea? what were you even going to say to him? were you going to confess?

“ready?” akaashi said from behind you. you nodded silently, waving to kuroo and bokuto. kuroo flashed you a thumbs up and you smiled at him, before following akaashi out of the gym.

the first few minutes were silent as the two of you looked to the sky, faint blues and pinks painting the horizon. by now, you were used to this. your daily walks helped you learn that akaashi liked a few minutes to himself.

you sighed softly, before taking a good look at him.

“what are we doing, akaashi?” you asked again quietly. there was a tinge of sadness in your voice, almost as if you already knew what you were going to hear.

was he going to reject you?

you didn’t press for an answer, and it wasn’t long before you reached your apartment complex. the walk was seemingly much shorter than it had ever been.

just as you were about to head upstairs, he murmured softly, “i don’t know, y/n.”

you scanned his sheepish expression as he rubbed the back of his head shyly, repeating what he’d said. “i really don’t know.”

a million questions ran through your mind. what does he mean he doesn’t know? what was that kiss? did he have the same feelings for you as you did for him? would he like you back?

your fingers tapped against your own wrist. you inhaled sharply, before looking away to nod slowly. the words came out as a soft whisper, before you even knew you were saying it.

“let’s quit this.”

the air at the table was stifling.

you, kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi sat there in silence. none of you knew what to say. there was only the quiet rustling of pages turning and keys clicking. no one made eye contact with each other.

the clock hit 10 pm, and you decided that it was a good stopping point. you’d also have to walk back by yourself, considering bokuto and kuroo didn’t take your route home, so it was better to get home earlier than later.

“i’m going to head out for the night,” you whispered, cutting a knife through the silence. you shut your laptop and started putting all your things away.

you hear kuroo exhale, before nodding at you. “do you need me to walk you -”

“i’ll walk you home.”

your head snapped to akaashi, who’d cut kuroo off. your eyebrows raised as you watched him pack all of his things up quickly, before walking past you.

“goddamn it,” you grumbled to yourself, before waving at bokuto and kuroo. “i’ll text you guys.”

“don’t forget to tell us the juicy stuff too,” bokuto said, winking at you. you stuck your tongue out at him as you chased after akaashi.

“i can go back by myself,” you insisted to akaashi as the two of you exited the library.

“it’s fine,” he said curtly. “i was done studying anyways.”

you rolled your eyes at him, before stopping abruptly. lucky for you, there wasn’t anyone around on campus.

“akaashi, what are you doing?” you asked, watching him stop as well.

he looked over his shoulder to you, before nodding towards the street. “i’m walking you home.”

you were beginning to get angry. you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this way towards him, but it was all but a familiar feeling when it came to akaashi.

“stop acting like this,” you snapped bluntly. “i don’t know what you’re thinking, but quit it. it’s hurting my feelings.”

you stormed past him, determined to head home with or without him. you weren’t sure what made you snap, but you were more than just over it.

“wait, stop,” akaashi called after you after a few moments. “can you just wait for me?”

you desperately wanted him to explain himself so you felt yourself slowing down. you stood under a lamppost as he caught up to you, reaching for your wrist when he approached you.

and there came the silence again. sometimes you hated it when akaashi was silent. you could never understand how he was feeling and what he was thinking, and this was exactly one of those times.

it didn’t help that you were already frustrated. it didn’t help that akaashi wasn’t saying anything. it didn’t help that no matter what, you seemed to always want to wait for him.

finally, right at the bottom of the stairs to your apartment, akaashi softly said, “i like you. i miss you.”

you were stunned, to say the least. you blinked at him with wide eyes, hoping he was going to continue.

“i haven’t been able to figure you out for weeks. i haven’t been able to sleep for weeks. i can’t stop thinking about how you’re feeling or what you’re thinking.”

tears threatened to well up in your eyes as he voiced every single thought you’d had in the past three weeks. your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach as he continued.

“we just never talked about what we’d do if this happened,” he finally said, sadly looking away from you. “i don’t think we were expecting this.”

you looked down to your feet, unsure of what you should say. what were you supposed to expect? who was going to expect this to happen anyways?

should you tell him you liked him back? should you tell him you missed him too? what were the right things to say?

it was just a joke that went too far.

“i thought you didn’t like me,” were the first words out of your mouth, your voice catching at the end of the sentence. it wasn’t long before you felt hot tears running down your cheeks from the frustration that was bursting from inside of you. “i thought you hated me before all of this, akaashi. you can’t just expect me understand you. this is absolutely crazy, insane, i just don’t understand - ”

his thumbs were wiping away your tears as he lifted your head, making your eyes meet his. you felt him press his lips to yours desperately, wanting to convey to you just how he felt.

and that’s exactly what he did, because you were perfectly, completely, head-over-heels in love afterwards.

“anyways, so it started off as a giant prank.”

kuroo rolled his eyes at you. “we know, idiot.”

you choked on your coffee. “how did you find out?”

“you think you weren’t obvious about it?” bokuto asked, amused with the confession at hand.

you squinted at them, before inhaling in deeply. “okay, listen, you guys were the ones who thought you were being so smart by pranking us first - ”

akaashi leaned in close to you, his breath fanning your cheek. “give it up, babe.”

“and you didn’t tell me either?” you asked exasperatedly. “you’re really telling me we could’ve quit so long ago -”

“but then you wouldn’t have figured out you liked each other,” kuroo muttered, sending the heat rising to your face.

your lips formed a pout as you grumbled, “whatever,” looking away from the three of them defiantly. “i can’t believe the three of you just let all of this happen.”

“what do you mean three?” akaashi muttered, his hand finding yours. his thumb ran along the side of your hand as he laced his fingers with yours, setting your joined hands on his thigh.

you rolled your eyes at him. “i mean you too,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “is there anyone else here?”

“shut up,” he grumbled. “stop picking a fight. doesn’t it get exhausting?”

you looked at him, a soft smile on your face and a laugh threatening to bubble out of you. “don’t get so hung up on it, baby. speaking of, i definitely won that bet.”

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babiedeku · 4 years

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stitches | m. atsumu

taglist | @wakaitoshi @kaidasen @pretty-settersquad @yams046 @miyuswriting

warning: cursing, some blood, a lil nudity, aged up characters

pairing: atsumu x f!reader | words: 746

summary: even hyogo’s mafia boss needs tender, loving care every now and then

note: this is kinda a new style of writing for me but i hope you guys like it!

“hey, princess, i’m home.” those words would be enough to have you drop whatever you were doing and jumping into your husband’s arms, but you were frozen in shock as you took in atsumu’s state.

atsumu was leaning against the kitchen counter to keep steady. his right arm clutching onto his side protectively to cover his wound, suit torn into pieces in some places and soaked with blood - whether it’s his or those he went up against, you weren’t sure. but you hoped it was the latter - and his face and hair were matted with sweat, soot, and maybe even blood.

“‘sumu, baby, what -” he stopped you with a dismissive wave of his hand, not wanting to talk about the mess he got himself into.

understanding, you helped him take a seat on the kitchen counter. “oh, baby” you sighed, voice wavering.

“this ain’t that bad,” atsumu insisted, discarding the tattered remains of his suit as you fetched the first aid kit.

you knew that he was right, this was merely an occupational hazard and that there’s still a number of horrible outcomes that he’s lucky enough to not experience. but even if you’ve stitched atsumu up more times than you could count on your fingers and toes, he’s never come home to you looking this ghastly.

and as much as you trusted the capabilities of your husband and his men, you still prayed to whatever deity was listening that this would be the last time you have to see him battered and bruised like this.

“you look good between my legs, baby.” he smirked, attempting to lighten the mood, enjoying how your cheeks flushed red.

huffing indignantly, you carefully looked the expanse of his torso and arms; noting that there were a couple of scratches, blooming bruises on the underside of his rib cage, and a number of deep gashes.

typically you’d be admiring how absolutely beautiful he is without his shirt, often reminding you of those Greek statues - ethereal, regal, and powerful with a single look. instead, you pressed a cotton ball doused in disinfectant on one of his wounds.

atsumu hissed, but remained still. “fuck! warn a guy next time, will you?”

“you don’t hear me complaining about always patching you up.” you said, sterilizing the needle you’ll be using to stitch up some of the gashes. being married to a member of the mafia, you knew what you were getting yourself into, but it still pains you to see atsumu coming home to you fragile and wounded.

“you’re doing good, baby, almost done, hm? just a couple more stitches.” keeping your voice quiet and soothing to distract him from the pain.

he smiled at you, wincing as the needle pierced through his skin once more. “you’re an angel, baby, my angel.” atsumu murmured, brown eyes glassy, but held so much love and reverence as he gazed at you that you felt your cheeks heat up.

a few more minutes passed with atsumu whining and you shushing him to keep still, you were finally done fixing your poor husband up.

atsumu hopped off the counter with a grunt. “hey, angel, can we shower? been missin’ you so much these past six months.”

looking up from the first aid kit, you saw that he was leaning against the wall as he watched you put everything back into its place, his then glassy eyes now holding back it’s usual gleam.

it’s practically impossible to deny this man of anything, not that you’d ever want to do that. “i missed you too, ‘sumu, c’mon let’s wash your stink away.”

atsumu snorted at your comment but followed you into the bathroom.

no words were spoken as you both stripped off the clothing you were wearing. your eyes wandered to atsumu’s nude figure, drinking in the beautiful sight - each scar he has on his body has a story to tell, each you know by heart, and the black and white fox tattoo at the back of his neck a symbol of his promise to protect the innocent people of hyogo until his dying breath.

stepping into the shower, warm water greeted the both of you.

behind you, atsumu hummed, content as he pulled you against his chest, his hands exploring your body. you sighed, relaxing against his touch. “i don’t think i tell you this enough, but i fuckin’ love you. i love you so much.”

looking up at him, you gave him a kiss on the lips. “i love you too,”

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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader

Pairing: Kyoutani x f!Reader

Summary: Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons.

Genre and Tropes: Cute childhood friends fluff!

Words: 2,218

This is for the July HQWN monthly prompt event. I'm using the International Kissing Day prompt.

Author's Notes: This is a match-up story for an anon. Thanks to @kingkags for beta reading the first half of the story. :)

To anon, I don't think I captured your personality very well because I only write PG. loll. I tried to keep the main aspects of your description, so I hope you still like it. >.<

*****

“I still can’t believe that’s Mad Dog’s girlfriend.”

There were crackles from the meat cooking at the neighbouring table. Y/n lit the barbeque for their own table as she welcomed them. The entire team was curious to see what sort of girl Kyoutani was dating so Yahaba and Watari decided on her family's restaurant when they organized a graduation party for the third years.

Y/n smiled at the boys, “What would you like to order?”

The large bow in her hair bounced as she nodded, taking their orders. After she went through the list she wrote, confirming their preferences, she pushed up her round glasses with her knuckles before she left to process the order.

After Oikawa finished gawking at her, he turned to Kyoutani and asked, “How the heck did you end up with such a sweet and innocent girlfriend?”

Kyoutani, just when he was about to sip his drink, let out a snort instead. They were lucky. If the drink was in his mouth, it would have ended up in their faces.

*****

A tiny young girl stood in front of Kyoutani in the living room of her house. “Kyoutani, this is Y/n,” her mother introduced her to the five-year-old boy.

Y/n gave him a sweet smile and waved at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kyo-chan.” The black bow in her hair slightly shifted as she gave him a small polite nod.

Kyoutani jumped back a couple of feet, clutching his mom’s shirt once he was at her side. He gave a low growl as he glared at her. He had a feeling he should be weary of her.

“Ooo,” Y/n cooed. “Can we keep him?” she asked her mom, giggling.

“What?”

“He’s so cute!” Y/n told her. “He’s like a puppy!”

“He’s not a dog!” Y/n’s mom scolded her.

Kyoutani continued to scowl at Y/n. When his mom left his side, he tensed up, and retreated to the far side of a couch. He gritted his teeth and sat with all fours on a cushion, not allowing his eyes to leave Y/n’s even as their mothers walked out of the room.

Y/n ran to her well-worn toy box and stuck her head in. After she searched through it, she told him, “Look, Kyo-chan!” She held up a bright red leaf. “I have one for you too!” she said, revealing a second one. She continued to share about how she picked them up a few days ago when she marvelled at the trees turning into various shades of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Kyoutani, with his hands still tense, inched closer towards Y/n. Once beside her, he took the leaf from her hand. Staring at the intricate veins on the red leaf, he noted that it was whole and not bent or damaged. His eyes grew as he stared in awe, his scowl finally disappearing and his eyebrows relaxed.

“It’s pretty—,” he started to say. But just as he tilted his head up to look at Y/n, her face was right in front of his. And then she stole a kiss from him.

She giggled.

Kyoutani jumped back, cheeks red and ears flaring. Seeing his reaction, Y/n fell on the floor laughing.

Clenching his teeth, he knew he should have trusted his instincts and shouldn’t have let his guard down. He wouldn’t be tricked again.

“Mommy! Kyo-chan bit me!”

*****

“It’s your turn,” Kyoutani told Y/n with a smirk. He was one pair of cards ahead of her in their game of Go Fish, but she didn't give up yet.

Y/n’s mom was watching the two kids play through the opened sliding door to their backyard. A cool spring breeze would sometimes enter the kitchen as she prepared some kimchi for a future meal. She could see the two sitting on an outdoor mat as they continued taking turns removing a card from the other’s hand.

Now at eight-years-old, Kyoutani would often be at Y/n’s house whenever his parents needed a babysitter. He still didn’t exactly like Y/n, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

At first he wouldn’t even talk to her. He would sit at the couch, cautious of Y/n’s every move, waiting for his parents to come back. But Y/n’s parents were kind to him. They noticed Kyoutani’s discomfort so sometimes her dad would take him out of the house. Some days it would be for ice cream. Other days they’d grab a burger. He even brought Kyoutani to a volleyball game once. But over this past year, Kyoutani finally got along with Y/n - or at least enough to get through a couple of games.

Kyoutani eyed at the two cards in Y/n’s hand, wearing his perpetual scowl. He licked his lips just before he grabbed a card from Y/n. He placed his pair of cards on the mat with a smirk. He won.

“You cheated!” Y/n accused him. Kyoutani rolled his eyes, accustomed with Y/n’s inability to lose. “I demand a rematch!”

“Hmph,” Kyoutani crossed his arms, scowling as he looked away.

Y/n’s mom sighed and shook her head. “When are they finally going to get along,” she commented to herself.

“We do get along!” Y/n told her mom. As if to prove her point, she quickly leaned towards Kyoutani to give him a peck on his cheek.

He flinched and shuffled away from Y/n, grimacing at her gesture. She laughed at his reaction as usual.

“What did I tell you about kissing Kyoutani!” her mom scolded her. “You’re torturing the poor boy!”

“But I only kissed his cheek this time!”

As Y/n continued to argue with her mom, Kyoutani attempted to scratch the cooties off his cheek, unaware of the red hue on his face.

*****

Kyoutani got out of bed after hearing pebbles tapping his bedroom window. He pushed the curtains open to see Y/n below, standing in front of his house. After nearly seven years of knowing her, she still does things that he could never predict. He groaned as he watched her breathe into her palms and rub them together. There was no snow on the ground, yet it was cold enough to see her breath. Y/n wore earmuffs which matched the signature black bow in her hair.

When he let her in, she threw off her scarf and earmuffs, letting out a big yawn before curling up on his living room couch.

“Why are you here when you're so tired?” Kyoutani asked her.

“I stayed up last night to finish up that history project with Kimiko,” she replied, not quite answering his question. “I shouldn’t have paired up with her,” she laughed. “She thought I was smart because I worked hard. But I thought she was smart because she hung out with the smart kids.”

Kyoutani smirked, taking a seat at her feet as she lay on the couch.

“Turns out we both share a brain cell,” she giggled. “Kimiko is fun but she’s too much of a clown. We get so distracted when we’re together. I don't know if we'll get an A." She groaned. "Remind me to never do a project with her again.”

“Never do a project with her again,” Kyoutani plainly told her with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes and then jabbed his side with her toes. Kyoutani jerked away from her feet and shoved them away.

Y/n sat up beside him and hugged her legs. She turned to look at him and said, “Don’t you wish we were in the same class so we could study together?”

Kyoutani feigned disgust at the thought.

“Hm?” she prodded as she batted her eyes at him. When she leaned in closer to him, pretending to kiss him, Kyoutani pushed her face away with his whole palm. She pouted, then got up to finally open the paper gift bag she brought with her.

“I have something for you.” She pulled out her notebook, pieces of coloured paper peeking out of the edges. She stood in front of him, revealing the notebook’s cover. Y/n had pasted together a picture of the two of them with the words “Happy 12th birthday” written underneath in her handwriting.

Kyoutani blinked a couple of times, not knowing what to say. His shoulders relaxed, still staring at the scrapbook.

“I know it’s still a few hours until your birthday, but I didn’t want to miss it—”

Kyoutani wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tense up before she started to pat his head.

Kyoutani had a rough day. He heard his teammates talking behind his back again. He didn't care to be their friends, but he at least longed for a team where he felt like he was wanted.

Y/n kissed his hair and hugged his head. Kyoutani sighed, deciding this was enough for now. He could be a lone wolf with volleyball knowing he didn't have to be one with her.

*****

Textbooks, pens and notebooks covered the kitchen table. Y/n dropped her head on her notes, exhausted from studying.

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit,” she told Kyoutani. “Wake me up if I actually fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you just go home?” he replied as he scrunched his brows, still glaring at the words in his textbook.

“Because I'll fail the test tomorrow.”

Kyoutani glanced at Y/n, her necklace catching his eye. Its pendant dangled as she stirred with her eyes still closed.

“Where’s your uniform's bow?”

“I threw it out.”

“What?”

“I know,” she yawned. “But it doesn't match this bow,” she said, pointing to her hair. “And I like this necklace.”

“Whatever.” Kyoutani didn’t bother. He knew the teachers would let her get away with it anyway. Even if they asked about her modification, she would just claim she lost it.

Kyoutani checked his phone. It was July 6, one of the days Y/n used as an excuse to flirt with him. He frowned, knowing that lately, he wasn't the only person she teased.

They entered high school that year. With new faces, students were eager to get to know each other. Some looked to make new friends while others searched for dating potentials. So there was one guy who made a pass on Y/n, and as they got to know each other, Y/n started to tease and flirt with him too.

Whenever Kyoutani saw them together, he shoved the guy aside and took Y/n with him. Y/n would prod him, asking if he was jealous. He denied it every time. He knew she wasn't serious when she flirted. She just liked getting a reaction.

Like with him.

He sighed at his unrequited feelings, pondering the pointlessness of them. It was pathetic. Gazing at Y/n shut eyelids, he wondered if he should put his feelings to rest too.

“I’m awake!” Y/n exclaimed, popping her head up and causing Kyoutani to flinch. He relaxed when she plopped her head back on the table. She turned to Kyoutani, staring at him. Kyoutani blinked a few times, wondering if she was going to say something. She did.

“Kyo-chan, you’re so pretty.”

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, knowing she was in her loopy mode and definitely too sleepy. “You should go home now.”

“Noooo~ I don’t want to.”

He rubbed his head, not knowing what to do with her. “Ugh, just go already,” he complained, grabbing her arm.

“But I want to stay with you,” she replied. He scoffed, shoving her arm back to her, before she continued. “I love you, Kyo-chan.”

Kyoutani choked up a bit. Did she really mean that? He studied her eyes, realizing she was serious. But his doubts still lingered, hesitant to reply.

He went for it. He didn't care anymore. He took this opening, hoping to keep his feelings alive and awake.

So he swooped in to give her a deep kiss, finally releasing the months - no, probably years - of longing for her. And she returned it.

After they broke apart, she commented with a smirk, "Did you remember it was international kissing day?"

"No, I forgot," he lied, going for another kiss.

*****

"I can't believe Yahaba got sick and missed this," whispered Oikawa.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi replied with a smirk. "He was the one who was curious about her the most."

Kyoutani watched Y/n as she came back to their table. She took the seat beside him and snuggled up against him when he placed his arm around her. She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss. Kyoutani gave a snort and rolled his eyes. But upon seeing her frown, he decided to give her a peck anyway.

"Ewww...," Hanamaki teased them.

"PDA! PDA!" Matsukawa chanted.

Kyoutani glared at them while Y/n giggled at his reaction like usual.

*****

Bonus/ Preview

Their team's manager fidgeted at the table, glancing at her wrist after scanning the restaurant. "Kindaichi," she whispered, nudging him. "Where's Kunimi?"

"He said his mom needed him for something."

"Oh," was all that came out of her lips. It seemed like she would have to wait until the new school year to see him again.

*****

Author's Notes:

I hope you liked it. :) I can't believe I was able to make a cute story for Kyoutani. lollll.

Also, their team manager is Y/n from WWYTF SMAU (completed) and Kimiko is Y/n from my Yahaba fic. Now a bunch of my fics are in the same world because I thought it would be fun. lol! (FYI, that wasn't the real reason why Kunimi wasn't there.)

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Matchup request description from anonymous: (For the longest time, I didn't know what to do with this. lol. I'm sorry I took so long to write this.)

Hi ^^ I like your writing and saw you were taking match up requests. I'm a small korean girl under 5ft. I have black wavy hair that is barely above my shoulders but I tie it back half up half down style with a black bow uwu. I also have wispy bangs with a round face and a small nose. I have round circle glasses that fall down cause of my small nose. In my spare time I do art. I usually paint, scrapbook, and edit. If I'm with friends I play card games but I get kinda competitive 💫

💫When I get comfortable with someone I start to become more of myself. In school I work really hard so people assume I'm smart. I also watch my words so people think I'm sweet and innocent. That's the complete opposite with my friends. I tend to flirt with them so I end up saying sexual things. And I won't hesitate to put my friends in pain by speaking uwu. With my 0 braincells I decided I would do anything almost anything for the aesthetic. Breaking dress code is one of them. 💫

Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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