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rishiguro · 6 months

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53; “WAIT, YOU’RE GOING TO DIE?”

glances were exchanged as you were sitting on the bed, resisting the urge to bite your nails and instead fiddling your fingers.

you could tell how your friends grew more and more uneasy with every passing second, noticing how you were still looking for the right words, like you were afraid of how they might react. and yet you knew them well enough to be aware that, while feeling uneasy, they tried to keep an open mind, fearing that once they’d call out loud for the devil, he’d be there, right around the corner.

“thank you guys for coming,” you finally broke the ice, still fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

all of them nodded. “of course,” it was aran, who sat on the bed next to you, who replied, his lips curling upwards.

you didn’t know if he was trying to comfort you or himself.

you cracked a weak smile, briefly looking at each person in the room before looking back down. “guess i better get right to it, huh?” you mumbled, just about loud enough for everybody to hear you.

“please,” kita affirmed softly.

you opened your mouth to continue, but soon found out that no sounds could escape. you tried again and again, only to close your mouth over and over again.

just how were you supposed to say it?

you mentally groaned in frustration, clenching your fists and digging your nails into your palm.

your friends grew concerned, their eyebrows furrowing. aran leaned slightly forward, examining your carefully. “(y/n)? are you okay?” he asked.

maybe you should just rip it off, like a bandaid? or ease into it? you didn’t know.

and realistically speaking there was nothing you could do to soften the impending impact.

“i’m getting transferred” you started slowly, swallowing down the lump in your throat. you shyly looked up again with a weak smile on your lips. “out of this hospital”

immediately your friends leaned closer to you, their facial expression softening at you, tense frowns being replaced by warm and cheerful grins. “did you find some specialist?“

your heart ached at the hopeful sound of aran’s voice. did you really have to crush that hope? could you even be so cruel?

“that’s good! great even!” kita continued, an honest smile on his face.

meanwhile suna only shrugged, but you didn’t fail notice how his face lit up. “yeah! you’ll finally be able to leave this abomination of a room” he looked around the room before shrugging once more, focusing his attention to you again. “sounds like a great thing to me”

“this room does suck, yeah,” you agreed weakly, trying to ignore the weight on your shoulders, pressing you further down every second your friends celebrated the supposed good news.

“see?” atsumu grinned, no longer leaning on the wall and instead walking towards the foot of your bed. “i’m sure it’ll all be okay”

osamu agreed with his twin, playfully shoving him after catching up with him, leaning forward. “it can’t get much worse, can it?”

they sounded so hopeful. why couldn’t you sit here with good news?

you clenched your jaw. “guys—“ you started, yet found yourself unable to continue.

“can it?” osamu repeated, waiting for you to affirm him.

hope. what would they do if they found out that there wasn‘t much hope left for you?

you pressed your lips together, wishing you could just pinch yourself to wake up from this, wishing that all of this was just a dream.

and maybe it was.

osamu and atsumu exchanged another glance, as if they had to confirm that you were indeed quiet, instead of happily sharing some great news. nervously, the blonde twin spoke again. “why aren’t you saying anything?”

maybe it was a dream. but that dream turned out to be a nightmare.

next to you, aran shifted in his seat, looking at you nervously. “(y/n)? what’s going on?”

you knew you should speak up. say something, anything.

but you just couldn’t.

instead you looked at your hands, your knuckles became white as you flexed them more and more.

what were you supposed to do?

you didn’t know just how to respond. you didn’t have any good or even slightly hopeful news with no clue how to break them to your friends.

you wanted to. you needed to. but how?

the boys grew more concerned with every passing minute, especially once they noticed how aran, your best friend since you could even think, had shut down, just like you did. they looked at each other before deciding to sit down on every surface near you — next to you on your bed, on your bedside table, pulling up a chair to sit in front of you.

you could practically feel how their heart ached.

after a while, aran leaned back, his hands intertwined in his seat. he couldn’t even look at you anymore, his eyes instead focused on the floor. “you’re not being referred to some specialist, are you?”

you swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. “no,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly.

you couldn’t see how your friends looked at each other again while aran reached over to you, grabbing your head, like he had done ever since you were children. it was a familiar gesture, one that always gave you comfort and reassurance.

but today you felt your heart crack as soon as his hand engulfed yours.

next to you, suna turned his upper body in your direction, his hands shoved in the pocket of his sweatshirt. “then where—“ he stopped for a second, like he was afraid to continue, afraid of what you might say. “where are you going?”

you opened your mouth, only to close it again, your throat protesting the second you tried to produce a sound.

you couldn’t.

“(y/n)?”

“hospice“ your voice wasn’t louder than a whisper and if it wasn’t quiet in here then you were convinced that nobody would’ve even heard you. and as soon as your voice died down, silence settled over you again — you practically could’ve heard a pin drop.

hospice.

not daring to look up, you instead continued to stare at the floor with such an intensity that you almost feared to burn holes in it.

“wait,” osamu frowned, taking a deep breath. instinctively he reached out for his brother’s hand, a habit the two of them had ever since they were kids, and atsumu gave it a squeeze. “you’re going to die? is that what you’re telling us?”

yes you were.

“(y/n)?”

you hated the sound of kita’s voice. he sounded so unsure, so weak.

kita was never one of these things. he had always been a rock, a safety net.

and now the net had a big hole in it.

“please, say something,” it was suna who begged with a shaky voice, fidgeting in his seat as he silently prayed that he misheard. that all of this was a giant prank. a dream. anything but reality. “anything”

“i’m sorry,“ you breathed out, clutching aran’s hand forcefully as you finally, finally, allowed tears to escape your eyes, leaving behind a wet trail on your cheeks. you looked up at your best friend, practically shivering in your seat. “i’m so sorry”

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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zephestia · 1 year

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40 DAYS 2 LOVE!

a suna rintarou smau

it's the second year of high school, and everyone are either in a relationship or is getting into one. everyone except you. it's not like you care anyways, you've got better things to worry about. but when your seat mate offered you a deal to provide you lunch for the next 40 days of school in exchange for you to be his (fake) girlfriend, it's hard for you to turn the offer down.

pairing :: pre-timeskip!suna x fem!reader

genre :: romcom. smau. fluff. angst. crack.

tropes :: fake dating. friends to lovers(?).

status :: on hold until i finished my heizou smau.

taglist is open :: comment to be added (ask will be ignored)

cast :: live laugh eat & repeat - aye we ballin'

SEASON #1 — YOU WERE OUT OF MY LEAGUE

001 :: BE MY GIRLFRIEND

002 :: place holder

003 :: place holder

004 :: place holder

005 :: place holder

SEASON #2 — ALL THE THINGS I BELIEVED

...tba

SEASON #3 — GOT MY HEART BEAT RACING

...tba

SEASON #4 — MORE THAN JUST A DREAM

...tba

note :: im really excited for this one 'cause i miss haikyuu so much and i need this fandom to rise from the dead ‼️ and as usual, updates will be sporadic and timestamps are irrelevant to the story unless i said otherwise.

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dollysilena · 1 year

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TRAINING WHEELS

CHAPTER ONE | DEJA VU

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 3.1k — guest star osamu? 🫢

FIVE YEARS AGO — HYOGO PREFECTURE

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You muttered as you impatiently sat on the toilet of the convenience store bathroom. You chewed on your nails as your leg shook anxiously enough to practically make your whole body vibrate. This had to have been the longest three minutes of your life, even longer when you hid with Atsumu from that damn first-year that intruded into the bathroom. God, you should have taken that as a sign to stop your hormone-frenzied self.

If you could go back in time, you never would’ve hooked up with Miya Atsumu in that stupid bathroom stall a month ago. In fact, you would’ve sworn a life of celibacy from that point on if you knew that you would end up here. No sex before marriage, and all that. But it was too late for regret, especially when your period was well over a week late. You silently prayed this was all just some twisted joke.

Your phone alarm went off, indicating the three minutes were up and it promptly ended your little prayer. Your heart caught in your throat at the realization that you were going to have to look at the pregnancy test resting on your lap like a ten-ton weight. There was no way it was going to be positive, you argued with yourself. You were on the pill, you were pretty responsible minus for that impulsive moment with Atsumu (if you could call it that), and you were too young to be having a baby. It was impossible, right?

You shakily inhaled. It was going to be false. It was going to be false and all of this would be something you could laugh at later down the road. All this would just be a silly mistake and you would learn your lesson for it. You repeated the mantra to yourself as you shakily held up the pink stick in your hand. False. False.

Two lines. Positive.

The small dingy bathroom was quickly filled with the sounds of your sobs.

PRESENT DAY — OSAKA, JAPAN

Miya Osamu had seen his fair share of customers. From the normal regulars, the die-hard MSBY fangirls trying to catch a glimpse of Atsumu whenever he stopped in from lunch, and to the old woman who once tried to whack him with her purse when her free onigiri coupon expired. It was safe to say he was well acquainted with most of the patrons who came inside his humble restaurant. (Humble being one of the most popular restaurants in Osaka, that is.)

Osamu was working a normal shift at the front, a Tuesday afternoon with not much to worry about besides the to-go orders and the day to day business. Some days were like this, plain and simple. He was glad it didn’t seem too busy that day, maybe he could close early since the dinner rush had ended earlier than he thought. Deciding to have a short day was one of the perks of being the owner, afterall. He was organizing the display case of ready-made onigiri when the front door opened with a bell ring.

“Hello, welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he greeted. The woman who entered gave him a polite nod and wave before attending to the child beside her. She brought him up to the display case where she read off a few flavors for the young boy to pick from. Osamu furrowed his eyebrows, he recognized you.

He hadn’t seen you before though, he thought. You were wearing a business-like outfit, indicating you probably were at work beforehand and probably just coming in for some dinner before heading home. He usually remembered most faces who came in here, especially his office-working customers since they frequented the restaurant during their lunches, or at the end of shift dinners. But he couldn’t quite recall you. It was odd though, he felt like he knew you from somewhere. Granted, he would have remembered knowing somebody with a kid, all of his friends were young and single mostly. Maybe you were someone from highschool?

The little boy excitedly pointed out the tuna mayo flavor sitting in the display case, and you walked up to the cash register where Osamu stood. Your son held your leg shyly as he hid behind you.

“Hello,” you greeted with a smile. “I’m here to pick up a catering order for the Osaka Publishing Firm.”

Oh, so you were picking up the food for the party he was catering.

I don’t think I know anybody from Osaka Publishing though, Osamu thought to himself before shrugging it off. You probably just had a familiar face.

“And also could I get a tuna mayo onigiri with that?” You added, patting the head of your son still clinging onto your leg. “Haru here isn’t quite full from his lunch.”

Osamu laughed as he looked down at the boy, still meekly hiding behind his mother. He was barely at her waist, and peeked up at him with curious brown eyes. Osamu remembered doing the same thing when he was at that age and felt a kindredness for him. The world is so big when you’re that small. “Big appetite, huh?”

“I wanna be a big strong athlete!” He announced, poking his head out from behind his mother. The way the boy gave him a toothy smile gave him an odd sense of déjà vu, but he had definitely never seen the kid before.

“Let me go get the catering order for ya in the back,” Osamu said, and the woman nodded.

Osamu went through the doors behind the counter into the kitchen. He found the boxes of onigiri wrapped up neatly, ready to go for you out front. As he was double checking the order, he still felt himself rifling through his mind. Where had he seen you before? It was odd, but he shook off the nagging thoughts. You were probably just a customer from the past he forgot about. Though, it started to bother him that he couldn’t recall.

“Alright,” Osamu said, bringing out the order to the front counter. “I have five catering boxes, and one tuna mayo onigiri for mister Haru here.” The little boy beamed up at him, and Osamu chuckled. He was one cute kid, he’ll give him that.

“Do you use fatty tuna in the riceballs?” Haru asked, standing on his tippy toes so he could reach the counter and look at Osamu. “It’s my favorite!”

“Ya know, that’s actually my brother’s favorite food,” Osamu chuckled as he finished wrapping up the boxes.

The kid almost reminded him of Atsumu, he had the same energeticness and toothy smile. And not to mention Haru liked fatty tuna of all things. Funny, now that Osamu thinks of it, Haru kind of looked like his brother when he was that age. He had the same big bright eyes, ruffled dark hair that couldn’t quite be tamed…

Now that he thought about it, Haru looked like Atsumu.

A lot… Actually.

He looked back at you, and you were too busy scribbling down a check in your checkbook. He looked long and hard, and he was right earlier, you did go to high school with him. He can vaguely recall a fuzzy image of your face. You weren’t in the same class, but you definitely were in the same grade. But if he couldn't remember who you were, why did he recognize you then? And why was it bothering the hell out of him that he couldn’t? He felt his brain short circuiting as he scanned your face for answers.

You looked back at him with a smile, sticking the check out for him. He looked at your smile and then it clicked.

FIVE YEARS AGO — HYOGO PREFECTURE, THE MIYA RESIDENCE

“She ghosted me!” Atsumu cried, flopping onto Osamu’s bed in their shared bedroom. Osamu felt a vein pop in his forehead, not only was his annoying brother interrupting his quiet time, he also intruded onto his beloved bed. When you shared a room, it was practically like crossing into illegal territory.

“I thought I could ask her out but she just ups and moves away! She even changed her number.” Atsumu whined, kicking his feet like a bratty child. Osamu was practically living with one anyway seeing as how the eighteen year old acted. He grimaced at the way Atsumu was roughing up the bedsheets he had just washed.

“She probably realized ya ain’t shit,” Osamu scoffed, attempting to shove him off the bed.

Osamu didn’t know much about his brother’s mystery girl, besides the fact she was Atsumu’s recent (of many) infatuations. He found it odd that she had abruptly moved without a word, especially since he thought she and Atsumu were hitting it off pretty well. (Maybe a little too well, according to a particular bathroom rumor he heard from a first year.) Maybe her parents had to move for work or something of the sort, but hey, it was none of his business nor his problem. He looked over to see Atsumu still lamenting beside him as he scrolled through his phone.

“Who’s this girl anyway?” Osamu asked, realizing he had never actually met you in-person since you were in Atsumu’s class and not his. He thanked his lucky stars he ended up being in a separate class from Osamu in their third year.

Atsumu shoved his phone in Osamu’s face with her Instagram profile on the screen.

A girl with a bright smile plastered on the screen.

PRESENT DAY

He remembered now. He looked back at you, and realized you were the face on Atsumu’s phone. That girl who hooked up with his brother and disappeared five years ago was you. Then he remembered the little boy standing beside you, the one who looked eerily like his twin brother. He looked back down at Haru, who was eyeing the onigiri on the counter hungrily.

There was no way…

“Hey kid, how old are ya?”

“Four!” He grinned. Osamu swore it was Atsumu’s grin staring right back at him.

Osamu’s brain was going into overdrive as he went over the details. Five years ago, some girl—who he was damn near positive was you—ghosted his brother after hooking up with him. She moved away without a word and Atsumu never heard from her again. Now five years later, you showed up in his restaurant with a four year old who looked almost exactly like his brother.

What if the reason you moved away suddenly was because…

Quite frankly, Osamu felt like he was shitting bricks.

His brain was doing somersaults and he felt like the world’s gravity swung upside-down. With the facts lined up, and not to mention the math, his theory was seemingly impossible to deny. If you were the girl he thought you were, that would mean it was more than likely this kid was Atsumu’s.

“Alright, here’s the money for the order,” you said, hand still stretched out. “I hope a company check will do.”

No, no, you can’t leave! He couldn’t lose you, who knew if you’d ever show up again. He needed a way to confirm your identity, and quickly.

“Actually,” Osamu replied, scrambling in his head for some answer. “We don’t take checks, only cash and card.”

“I guess I have some money on me–” No, cash wouldn’t tell him your name!

“Would you look at that! The cash register isn’t opening!” Osamu chuckled nervously, repeatedly punching a random button on the register that definitely wasn’t the open button.

You’re obviously growing more suspicious as you raised an eyebrow, Osamu was clearly acting strange, even he knew it. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be acting like a damn moron (that was more Atsumu), but obviously nothing about this was normal.

“Oh, okay then,” you frowned, digging through your purse and handing him a card. Perfect! He thought. He took it graciously, and quickly looked at the name on it. Damnit, it’s a company card. He was running out of time before you walked out those doors.

“I think that our card machine on the machine is broken too actually,” Osamu stammered, quickly making up another lie. “I’m gonna have to manually input it in the back, but to do that, I’m gonna need a name to put it under.”

“Osaka Publishing should work,” you replied, growing noticeably weirded out.

“I need an actual name,” he stiffly grinned. “Ya know, to put it in the books incase we need a contact to give you a refund.”

You looked at him oddly, “It’s (L/N) (F/N).” There we go!

“Wait here!” He responded almost too quickly. He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was rushing into the kitchen again. Once he was in the clear, he dug his phone out of his pocket, and quickly dialed his brother. You better pick up, you no-good piece of shit! He thought.

The phone rang agonizingly long before he was greeted with the sounds of volleyballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking on gym floors when Atsumu picked up. He sighed deeply and his shoulders collapsed in relief.

“Ya better have a good reason to be bothering me at practice ‘Samu!--”

“What’s the name of the girl who ghosted ya in high school?!” Osamu barked abruptly.

“What the–” Atsumu responded, taken aback. “Why–”

“Atsumu, tell me now!”

Atsumu paused on the other side.

“It was (L/N) (F/N), why?”

Osamu’s stomach dropped to his shoes. You were the same girl. There was no doubt about it now. The kid outside had to be his nephew, and Atsumu’s son.

“Atsumu, ya need to come to the restaurant right now,” Osamu instructed hastily. “(Y/N) is here–” Atsumu’s laugh interrupted him.

“I know I was pretty torn up about it back then, but I don’t see why I need to–”

“Listen to me, ya moron!” Osamu exclaimed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you think it was weird she ghosted ya out of nowhere five years ago after hooking up with ya? Well, she’s here right now with a four year old, and I don’t think the fact he looks like you is a coincidence.”

Atsumu grew silent. As much as Osamu reprimanded his brother for his lack of brains, he knew he wasn’t a big enough idiot not to hear what he was implying.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

—

You wiped Haru’s messy face with a handkerchief as he finished his onigiri. You sighed as you looked at your wristwatch, at this rate you were going to be late to the company party. Where was the cashier? Not only did he start acting bizarrely out of nowhere, he disappeared without a trace.

Your phone started buzzing in your pocket, and you saw Naomi’s caller ID. You picked up with a groan.

“Hey, did you pick up the food yet?”

“Naomi, this is the last time I’m ever doing a favor for you,” you grumbled. “This is taking way longer than you said it would.”

“That’s odd,” Naomi hummed in confusion. “They called me earlier to tell me my order was ready to be picked up, there shouldn’t be any holdup.”

“Well,” you responded as you scooped Haru into your arms, who was growing sleepy with his full stomach. “The cashier is kind of a weirdo.”

You recalled the prior minutes to Naomi, noting that the “open button” he was pushing on the cash register was definitely the ‘7’ button. You would have left at that point if not for the fact he still had your company card with him, not to mention the catering for the party.

“He never acts weird whenever I go there for lunch, I actually think Osamu’s hot!” So that was his name.“Maybe you don’t notice because you got a nutty sense in men,” you snickered. You recalled the past few boyfriends Naomi had, who were less than conventional.

“Hey!” Naomi responded defensively. “But let me tell you, you should see his brother!”

You rolled your eyes in response, even if Naomi couldn’t see it. You remembered he had mentioned his brother earlier, who shared a love of fatty tuna like your son. Though, if he was anything like the odd brother you were with, you probably didn’t wanna meet him.

“Oh no,” you muttered, looking at the time. It was nearly six o’clock. “I’m gonna be late for the sitter at this rate.”

“Y’know what,” Naomi said, “I’m ready now, just get Haru to the babysitter and I’ll get the food since you need to run, I want an excuse to look at that hunk anyway.” You laughed in response.

“You sure? I can wait a little longer.” You replied, not wanting your friend to be chewed out by your boss for being late, however, you were met with Naomi insisting.

“Alright, then.” You shrugged, you certainly weren’t going to argue since the babysitter charged a late fee. You looked back down at your son, dozing off in your arms. “Haru, baby, we’re gonna go to the babysitter now.”

Your son hummed in your arms, already drifting off into sleep.

“Uh, sir!” you called out loud enough for the man to hear you in the back kitchen. “I actually have to get going now so somebody else is going to come pick up the food.”

Before you could even get your bearings to get ready and leave, he frantically came bursting out from the kitchen. “Hold on, you can’t leave!”

You were taken aback and dropped your phone in shock at his sudden appearance. Oh hell no, this guy really was crazy! You clutched your son closer, who was still fast asleep. You were now in protective mama bear mode now, and you were ready to throw down with the now assumably crazy cashier in front of you. You glanced around the restaurant for anyone else to help, but unluckily enough for you, you were alone. However, you looked down at your fallen phone to notice Naomi was still on the line.

“I don’t know what your deal is but if you keep this up I’m calling the cops!” You shouted. “I’m leaving!”

“Wait, hear me out!--” As he tried to approach you. Absolutely not!

“Naomi, help!” You screeched, backing away, and you could hear the girl on the other line shouting back. You could hear her door slam on the other side, presumably to go get you.

You felt Haru start to fuss in your arms. “Mama, what’s going on?”

You spun around and made a beeline for the door, despite the protests of the insane man behind you. You were about to rush out the door before you slammed into somebody. It wasn’t Naomi, there was no way she could have made it this quickly, and the chest of whoever it was, was definitely a larger man. You looked up, praying it could be someone who could help you, but what you were greeted with was much worse.

“(Y/N)?” Miya Atsumu stammered.

Well fuck, you were definitely gonna be late now.

notes: if ur wondering, y/n didn’t recognize osamu bc they never met in high school!! i tried to make osamu figuring out as realistic as possible but at the end of the day this is still fiction 😔

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rijhi · 2 months

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06. DW AB HER - stars aligned - suna x f!reader

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this has been sitting in my drafts bc i've BEEN LITERALLT CHANGING LAST MIN and then i have all these other ideas and then im like regretting having this as the storyline BRUHH

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iwaizumis-bitch · 4 months

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CHAPTER ONE

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idlerin · 2 months

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love sick taglist

masterlist

a/n — i am completely aware that most of the people who are on this taglist asked to be added a year ago, so i would like it if people would comment here or simply like this post as confirmation that they still want to be in the taglist! i’ll give it about a month? and if people are still inactive or can’t be tagged i might need to remove (so sorry huhu) to make room for more people if that’s okay!

EDIT: this is now the official taglist!

if you want to be removed from the taglist, just comment or dm me! if your account can’t be tagged then please open your permission settings 😅, thank you all so much!

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

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clubkira · 4 months

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S1. VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL — HQ SMAU SERIES ( 18 + )

[ 🖇️ ] EPISODE 1. TAKE NOTES FOR ME, MAN.

PREMISE. FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS INARI 5! / F!READER

DIRECTORS FILMOGRAPHY. (HQ. MASTERLIST)

SERIES MASTERLIST // NEXT EPISODE // PREVIOUS EPISODE

SERIES SUMMARY.

cardinal rule number one of university; don't fuck your classmates. unless they happen to have something you want.

DIRECTOR NOTES.

kuroo and reader have an especially close bond in the friendgroup, it dates back to childhood.

reader will never be referred to as y/n. petnames, nicknames etc will be used in place.

this season starts relatively early in the semester. despite being in japan, the series follows an american school year.

timestamps do matter somewhat, they’re usually just used to establish the setting / time.

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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nishisun · 1 year

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DOCTOR’S PET — MATSUKAWA ISSEI.

paring: optometrist!issei x reader

summery: you should’ve known something was up when you stumbled across that sketchy advertisement... dr. matsukawa is a fucking nut job.

warnings: nsfw, dub-con, fingering, vaginal penetration, manipulation, uses of vibrator, he’s like in his 40’s, reader is in her 20s. PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE BELOW.

a/n: suprise! i am not back, but i realized that i had 14 drafts so i am queuing them because i will soon deactivating this blog, but i’m not sure yet. i’m not sure if this work is finished, so i apologize for any cliff hangers my works have! this was originally written back in late 2020, so excuse the writing if it’s horrible. thank you for the support i received in this blog! i do plan on creating a new blog so this work may be transported to that one if it seems familiar, but i will also make note of that to avoid confusion.

It should not have gotten to this.

Seriously. You’d think that as medical school enrollments expanded the system would do the best they could and resolve the physician shortage by adding more residency slots in the Miyagi Prefecture. That wasn’t the case at all.

In fact, all the residencies and medical internships you’ve applied for haven’t gotten back to you. It’s been over a month now, and the only emails you’ve received from them are ‘I’m sorry to inform you’ letters and ‘waitlisted’. Not even one acceptance letter. It sucked.

Just when you lost hope, you stumbled across an article for one that was unrealistically near you.

‘Medical Internships Available for Upcoming Optometrist! Miyagi’s Hospital Center: Medical Training Program ran by Dr. Matsukawa Issei, MD. Location: Dr. Matsukawa’s Office.’

It sounded way too good to be true... and it was only a 15-minute drive from your place..? Out of mere curiosity, you clicked on the advertisement without a second thought and ah — there it was; a catch.

Only one person could be accepted.

Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, so you filled the application anyways and hoped for the best.

And for some odd reason, you were actually selected.

You don’t know how, but you actually got chosen. Now here you are, in front of his office in your car. You take one last anxious look in your rear-view mirror, reassuring yourself that you looked somewhat presentable before gathering your belongings and heading to the entrance.

“Here goes nothing.”

Once you push past the doors, you couldn’t help but notice how empty the lobby was. There weren’t any patients waiting, and the T.V used for entertainment purposes was off. Maybe the office was closed? You brush these thoughts off before turning your head to be greeted by a lady. She seemed young, about the same age as you or a little bit older.

“Hello?” she calls, she doesn’t bother looking up at you as she continues to type away on the computer. You turn your head around swiftly to face her, offering an awkward smile.

“Oh! Uh, Hi! I came for Dr. Matsukawa’s internship program?” The woman makes a face that you can’t read — confusion, you might say? Either way, she does an excellent job concealing it as she rolls a pen and a few papers your way.

“Fill these forms out for me and I’ll tell Dr. Matsukawa that you’re ready for him.” she explains, giving you a tight lipped smile.

You take the papers and pen, taking a seat on one of the many comfortable chairs in the room. You finished filling out the form rather quickly, getting up to return the papers back to the front desk, until you suddenly hear bickering. It sounds like the lady that was at the front desk not too long ago and oh, a male voice too. Although you shouldn’t, you let your curiosity get the best of you.

“Hey, is everything okay here — oh.”

It’s the doctor himself. He raises an eyebrow at you, his attention that was once on the lady was now at you, then looking down at the folders he was currently holding, rummaging through them. He looks back at you, using his pointer finger to gently lift up his glasses.

“You must be L/N?” he clears his voice, as if he wasn’t just arguing with the lady next to him seconds ago, waiting for you to reply.

Dr. Matsukawa is extremely attractive.

The hell? Since when did you have a thing for older men? Is that wrong to say? He looks like a very busy man, even though there were no patients currently in the office. There’s a huge height difference between him and the lady and the way he has to look down at you leaves you with no choice but to close bite on your bottom lip.

Your eyes wander down to his lower body, meeting the dress shoes he was currently wearing, and from there, your eyes take in the tight black pants and the way his fitted navy blue shirt outlined his abs slightly, his white lab coat topping the outfit.

“Ms. L/N?” The man calls out again, his fingers gripping the stacks of files in his hand a bit tighter as he gave you a concerned look. Your head jerks up immediately to face Dr. Matsukawa, your stomach doing flips when you make eye contact with him. “Ms. L/N Y/N is your name. Am I correct?”

You gulp, eagerly nodding your head. “Uh, Yeah — Yes. Yes, that’s my name.” You stammered. You break eye contact with the doctor, eyes drifting to the lady standing next to him.

Dr. Matsukawa flashes you a bright smile before giving you a firm nod, lifting his arm to direct you to another room. “You can follow me — Is everything alright, miss?”

“Y-Yes!” You mindlessly shake your head, struggling to move your feet from where they’re planting. You’ve suddenly realized how unprofessional you’ve been acting and it’s because of the extremely hot doctor in front of you.

“Please, take a seat.”

He’s taken you to a.. patients room..? You were expecting an office. You’re assuming this is where he’ll be discussing the activities you’ll be doing today. You take a seat in the medical recliner, examining the room as he brings out your information in a folder. “Your files show that you’re a really good student, who has a great amount of experience on leadership skills and opportunities,” he affirmed. He looks up at you, shifting in his seat as he continues to look over your papers.

“Uh, Yes, that’s true. I can name some—“

“Let’s get straight to the objective for today, shall we?” The way he suddenly interrupted you by slamming the folder together causes you to flinch, there’s a sudden mischief in his eyes that cause your throat to dry up, and now he’s staring at you. Like boring his eyes on you waiting for a response. You swallow hardly before nodding, causing him to grin. “I’ve already reviewed everything I need to know about you. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

He’s nice. Weird, but nice. Which doesn’t help because his odd (yes, odd) behavior was turning you to someone who you weren’t, which was shy. You’d like to say you’re a pretty confident and outgoing person who’s able to maintain eye contact and keep a conversation going with others, but for some reason, this man in front of you was different.

“I’m going to be running some test. I hope that’s fine with you?” He announced, leaning foward while adjusting the nobs on the lamp. You should be asking questions, you should, because you didn’t know this interview would require “tests”. You don’t even care to at this point, you’re just grateful you got selected, so you nod your head. “Perfect. I’ll start by checking your eyesight.”

“Uh, Dr. Matsukawa, forgive me for overstepping , but what do these test have to do with the internship?” The doctor hums in acknowledgment, leaning down so he can get a good look at your eyes through the lens.

“Can you see the dot?”

You squint your eyes so you can see the so called ‘dot’ he’s talking about more clearly “Yes, I can, but—“

“This was mentioned and is definitely part of the internship Ms. L/N. Did you not read the form?” He sighs, writing some notes down in his paper and you can’t even feel guilty because you’re too distracted at how big his hands are, huge knuckles and veiny. How can someone’s hand be so attractive?

“Well, I did but I just didn’t really see where it said that on the form, so I didn’t think that you’d be running some ‘tests’.” You quote his words from earlier, nervously chuckling. He sighs again.

“I’m going to test your eye pressure.” He stands up, holding an object similar to a pointer. He moves towards you, pointing to the red dot on the wall across the room.

“Keep your eyes focused on the dot and try not to blink. This won’t hurt, but it may feel uncomfortable.” You nod once again, resting your hands on your lap as Dr. Matsukawa squats in front of you so he’s eye-level with you. He gently places his hand in your knee, causing you to flinch.

Seriously, get your shit together.

“Are you alright? He basically snickered, you’re pretty sure he can feel the warmth radiating at your core.

You nod your head, eyes locking into the dot, cheeks heating up and turning into a bright pink shade. Dr. Matsukawa positions the equipment right in front of your eye before pressing a button that activated the device to blow a puff of air into your eye, causing you to blink.

“We’ll try again.” He maintains eye contact, refocusing the device on the center of your eye as his hand that was on your thigh slight reaches higher, going under your pencil skirt causing you to flinch again.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, letting out an extremely nervous sigh.

“I’m going to hold your head so you don’t pull away. Is that alright with you?” He explains, giving you so soft smile.

You nod your head rather keenly. Your heart flutters at the contact, the grip on the back of your neck not too tight but strong enough to prevent your head from moving.

He starts the device again, watching you fight the urge to blink. He smiles when you don’t blink, removing his hand from the back of your neck.

“Good girl. You just need someone to keep you in place, yeah?” his other hand rubs your thigh and you couldn’t help the whimper slips out your mouth at the nickname.

Dear God help you. It’s like this man knows that you find him attractive.

“Yeah..” you answer, he stands up with the equipment, writing some notes down on his note book before closing it.

“We have one more test and that’ll be all for today.” He leaves the room for a short period of time and comes back with the other lady from before, she’s carrying a box and places it right next to you.

Dr. Matsukawa follows behind the lady, taking a seat across from you. Why the hell did they look like they were about to dissect your body?

“Do you know what’s inside that box?” he beamed, you turned your head to look at the box the lady had placed next to you, tilting your head and slightly squinting your eyes so you could get a better look at the text.

‘Magic Wand — Vibrator Sex Toy.’

What. The. Fuck.

Dr. Matsukawa grins when he watches the harsh breath you take, the lady next to him staring to the side with a bored look.

“W...What’s that for?” You eyes remain staring at the box.

He grins, “You do know what this is used for, right Ms. L/N?” You stare back up at him, swallowing hard.

“Is... Is this why you put these restraints on me?” Your eyes are filled with pure terror, your breathing becoming uneven when Dr. Matsukawa chuckles darkly. What was going on in your head when you willingly let him tie your hands up?

“No need to fret,” He attempts to touch you and you only flinch in response. “What, you can’t handle getting touched by a vibrator?”

You cringe at his word choice, shaking your head when he takes a closer step at you.

“Also,” He’s hot in your face, your breath hitches when you remember that you two aren’t the only ones in the room. You look over to the lady with a pleading look, but she only looks away. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at my most naughtiest places, Ms. L/N.”

“No... No! It’s not like that I swear!—“

He swiftly faces away from you and you bite your bottom lip. “But of course, if you’re not comfortable with this, I won’t force you. I’m not into stuff like that anyways.”

It’s only then you finally remember to breathe, you shift uncomfortably when he places a hand in your thigh.

“But you’re a good girl, right? You know how to follow directions.” It takes a while to register his words, you’re too busy in your own world, wondering how the hell you got yourself in this position. You don’t even notice his hand was cupping your cheek.

“You see,” he starts, “I don’t want to hurt you.. I just want to study you. That’s all.” He assured with that charming smile that could get you to obey his every order.

So you nod.

“Perfect!” he gleams, “Nina, would you mind stepping to the side for me?”

She follows his request, clipboard in her hand. You give her an unsure look and she looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but here. You don’t blame her.

“Nina over here took her test 3 years ago,” He announces, “Took it like a pro, isn’t that right, Nina?”

She glared at Dr. Matsukawa, before nodding, “Yeah.”

“She’s a very hard working doctor and very successful, too. You should see her when the office is open! Handles the patients so well.”

He continues to ramble and proceeds to remove the object from out of the box, placing a battery and flicking the switch on.

“Wait!” you yelp, he switches off the vibrator and gives you a confused look. “What— what does this have to do with the internship? And what were the eye test for?”

“I’m going to review your vision before and after you achieve an orgasm.” he deadpans.

Your head cocks to the side, in fact, you feel light headed and you wonder how he said something like that so casually.

“You see, I’ve noticed that you’ve been holding your breath quite a lot every since you’ve gotten here, and I can’t help but wonder if you’ll do the same while your vagina is being stimulated.” you blankly stare, waiting for him to continue. “If this is true, and you do hold your breath while you orgasm, you could temporarily lose eye sight, or receive blurred vision due to the pressure that would be building up in your eyes.”

Help. Someone help. This man has lost his fucking mind. And the lady, Nina, why the hell is she not saying anything? Did she seriously go through this too?

Your jaw gapes as well as your eyes, staring at Dr. Matsukawa with a frightened look. Maybe you shouldn’t have applied for this internship. And then the dam finally breaks.

Honestly, you’re surprised you didn’t start crying when he restrained you. You’re absolutely too frightened to even fight back at this point, and even though he said you didn’t have to, you’re too afraid to speak at the moment. If you knew you’d meet crazy doctors like this, you would’ve quit med school.

“This causes your blood vessels in your eye to burst and trigger a small hemorrhage and temporary vision loss.” You let out a sob, “But don’t worry, it’s temporary.”

Like that was supposed to help.

He gently pats your head before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, baby.”

You face the floor as he rubs his thumb softly over your cheek. You find comfort as he cups your cheek, it’s almost as if it’s only the two of you there.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you, dear. I’m just so very excited because I’ve never met someone so... Inspiring,” You lift your head up to face him, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “With such leadership skills you have, I’m truly greatful you accepted this internship. I honestly find a strong interest in you, too.” His hand travels down your sides, pushing you closer to him.

“Really?” it’s barely above a whisper, breath hitching when his lips softly brush against yours. He nods against your lips, just about to bring them in before he hears a soft ‘tch’ coming from Nina.

“Ah, no need to be jealous, Nina. You’re still in my top 3.” He pulls away from you to grin at Nina, who doesn’t respond. She’s awfully quiet. You don’t know why, but those words sent a pang to your heart. Top 3? Does he have affairs with all his co-workers? Just how many girls has he done this to?

He turns back to gave you once again, delicately trailing his fingers on your sides. “You think you can be a good girl for me?”

You bite your lip, looking up at him and it’s the way he’s staring at you with such adoration — like he’s the only person you can count on.. You just want to make him proud. So you nod.

“Yes.”

You can see the way his eyes light up, and you can’t help he smile to yourself. It finally feels like you’re being useful for once.

“If you ever need me to stop, call out ‘strawberries’”

“Okay.”

Dr. Matsukawa grabs the small vibrator once again, turning it on to the lowest setting, testing the power of it in his finger before lifting your skirt up and placing it against your panties.

“Hah!” you gasp out, your hands pull hard against the restraint, causing Dr. Matsukawa to grin.

“Subject 5 has been restricted for a approximately 10 minutes now. An increased blood flow towards her genital has been detected after realizing what was about to happen to her.” Nina speaks into the recorder.

Subject 5, really?

He moves the wand from your clit, down to your folds, as he watched you writhe underneath the restraints.

“Poor baby,” he pretends to pout, “I don’t think you’ll be able to fully enjoy yourself being l restrained like this. You need to comforting, isn’t that right?”

“Mmm! Mhm.”

He chuckled to himself, before helping you remove all of your clothing, discarding your panties as well as your bra. Your nipples began to harden as the cool air got in contact with them. As he was pulling down your panties, he kneeled down and inspected the slick covering your pussy.

“Subject 5 has increased vaginal discharge, signifying that her body is preparing itself for sexual intercourse.” Dr. Matsukawa calls out before licking a long stripe on your pussy. Your hips buck, causing Dr. Matsukawa to chuckle as he rubbed the side of your thigh.

You weren’t one to get embarrassed easily, but it’s not everyday a hot doctor almost 2x your age sees you naked.

Your head bolts up when you realize Dr. Matsukawa was doing the same, removing his lab coat as well as his right-fitted navy blue shirt, to reveal nibs insanely fit body.

“You’re drooling, Ms. L/N.”

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lovemeafterhrs · 5 months

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living with suna rintarou - two / dinner with the team

word count: 1k

warnings: smoking/alcohol consumption, rintarou being dumb and jealous

“you have got to stop mixing your laundry with mine.” she could hear the gravelly whine of suna’s voice before she caught sight of him in the doorway. a lacy black thong dangled from his index finger, and she was greeted with one of his trademark scowls.

“also, i can’t find my black tie. did you manage to steal that too?” he took another step into the room, dropping her sorry excuse for a pair of panties on her bed.

“actually, i think so.” her confession earned her another scowl as he watched her rise from her vanity. after catching him staring, she couldn’t help but do a little twirl for him before she grabbed his tie from the closet.

“what do you think?” she questioned, even though she could tell exactly what he thought about her outfit without having to ask. his wandering eyes and flushed cheeks told her everything that he wouldn’t.

“hot. aran’s going to shit his pants.” he gave her a thumbs up, eyes partially glazed over as he admired every little detail about her. suddenly without the ability to control himself, his mind was starting to race with thoughts that he could only determine as inappropriate. he was only pulled out of his daze when a strip of black fabric hit him directly in the face. an unimpressed frown fell over his features as he moved to pull it under the collar of his shirt.

with eyes averted far away from temptation, he tried to keep himself from thinking too much about skipping the dinner entirely. he scoffed at the youtube video he was watching, utterly confused at where he was going wrong. it didn’t help that she was staring him down the whole time, and he started to feel the back of his neck getting warm under her piercing gaze.

“do you need help with your tie?” she teased, watching him struggle to figure out how to replicate the video tutorial on his phone. it was cute, truly. watching him be so entirely helpless was doing something to her, and she couldn’t keep herself from smirking as she rose from the bed with her arms crossed.

“no. it’s just been a while since i’ve done this.” he frowned, grumbling under his breath as he tried again. “it’s kita’s fault for choosing this fancy fucking restaurant.”

“are you sure you don’t want any help? we’re gonna be late at this rate.” she took a step closer to him, clearly entertained by his many futile attempts.

“fine. only because we should’ve left about fifteen minutes ago.” she snickered at his detested tone, reaching for the black silk as she pulled the knot tight against his adam’s apple. she could feel it bobbing against her fingertips as he gulped, her perfume wafting into his nostrils as she admired her work. her hands slid over the fabric of his white button-up as she tapped his chest reassuringly.

“there you go, handsome. now let me get my shoes, we’ve got about ten minutes to get to the restaurant.” not even allowing him a moment to digest her choice in pet name, she pulled him towards the door and threw his jacket into his arms.

nervous hands fidgeted with the rings decorating his right hand as they waited to speak to the chipper hostess. the restaurant was far too crowded, and every table bustled with patrons from the moment that the pair walked inside. servers whirled around the room with platters of drinks as they spotted the twins in the back of the bar. she offered him a shrug, taking his hand as she led him towards the large table.

he recognized his old teammates seated together, looking a little more mature than the last time he saw them. friendly faces occupied the surrounding chairs as they greeted him with bright smiles. introductions were brief, but filled with curiosity as rintarou explained their current living situation. just like that, she was brought into the conversation like she’d known them for years already.

just like suna had assumed he would be, aran was very clearly impressed by his old teammate’s plus one. he’d even gone as far as to buy the first round of drinks and make sure she got plenty of embarrassing stories to use against her roommate later.

the first hour was filled with the clinking of glasses and the laughing of his old friends as they caught up on the last few years of their lives. dinner was served, and he found himself taking notice of just how familiar his roommate had already gotten with his old team. it seemed that the captain had caught her attention, and he could feel the pit starting to form in his gut as he watched them interact.

“suna.” osamu started, only to earn an immediate glare from his friend. “you’re staring daggers right now.”

“hmm.” was the only response he received, not missing a beat as he motioned for the waiter to bring him another drink. across the table, his roommate’s giggles could be heard as she rested her hand on his old teammate’s shoulder.

“kita’s not that funny.” he huffed as the waiter placed his third drink of the night next to his long-forgotten dinner.

“chill out, she’s just trying to make friends.” his huffing caught the attention of the other twin, whose words were just as hushed and playful as his brother’s.

“doesn’t look very friendly to me.” suna bit back, rolling his eyes as he caught her gaze from across the table. she looked so good, too good. he had enough competition, the last thing he needed was kita’s addition to her list of potential boyfriends. he took another drink of his cocktail, mind swirling with a tonic of jealousy and arousal that made him almost sick to his stomach. within moments, her phone was vibrating in her lap as she looked over at him quizzically.

“you’re impossible.” she mouthed, holding back a snicker as she felt her phone vibrate again.

#so ya im making a suna drabble series to fit between the smau chapters... what about it?#living out my roommate tension fantasy so hard #suna rintarou x reader #rintarou suna #suna rintarou #rintarou suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #suna rintarou girlies rise up...#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader

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