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runa-fanfic-blog · 2 years

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{ 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 }

- Kozume Kenma-

Ft - Kuroo Tetsuro. -

Note: sfw, angst to fluff, marriedf!reader, cheating warning. Long oneshot.

Wc: 13+k

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- “Where have you been?”

These words flow out from your mouth as soon as Kenma walks in the living room. He stood there as if processing your question before sighing and walk to put down his bag. “Where else would I be? Of course, I've been at work, Y/n.” He answered with a tinge of irritation on his voice, something Kenma never does before.

You glance at the clock, hanging almost loosely but still haven't fall out, and it shows 12:43 in the morning. BB corp finished work at 9.

“At this hour?” You whisper again, stepping closer to him, eyes didn't budge from his face as you're trying to gauge his reaction. And he gave it away. He clicks his tongue and sharply turn away and walk into your share bedroom, before slamming the door shut, leaving you alone as you confirmed what you have been feeling nowadays.

Kenma... is losing interest in you.

At first you didn't want to jump into conclusions, you wouldn't want to doubt him. He's your husband, you love him. But... does he? you remember back to your first notice about this whole ordeal. First, Him coming home later than usual. ‘But he probably have a big project to handle so he took extra time.’ You whisper to yourself.

Second time; He no longer eat your cooking. No matter if it's his favorite apple pie, or his favorite cooking, he always said he's full. ‘He come back late, so he must have had dinner outside.’ you whisper again.

Third time; Woman's perfume on his shirt, woman's lipstick mark on his neck. ‘Maybe someone fell on him and the smell rubbed off?’ you denied the possibility.

Fourth ; He no more kiss you when he came home. He always greet you by patting you softly on the back or squeezing your hand once, then let go immediately afterwards. No smile either.

What's the odds...

Lastly, he didn't say 'I love You' anymore.....

After that, all of these things began to point out to you. It was a huge change, one that you can't take it seriously at the moment. Kenma loves you, nothing could change that. But how could you be sure? Maybe he just got tired after all of this hardwork, he didn't need you for nothing.

And now this. Why would you be so stupid to deny all this. You knew it yourself. You knew the answer, but you look away from the truth. You're scared to admit. Admit that Kenma, cheated on you. That Kenma, are having an affair behind you. Your Kenma... “He cheated...”

Your knees give up at your realization as you let out a silent whimper. One that would never be known to him.

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Morning came, and a `Ping!` noises woke Kenma up as he turn to open his phone, to find sweet good mornings from her. His love. Kenma smiles, replying each one of them with the same amount of sweetness she gave him. He missed how this feel. Y/n used to be like this, but she changed. And his love for her faded as time went on. He didn't actually want to cheat on her, but he can't lie to himself.

He look around the room for Y/n's figure but none found, so he start his daily routine. Since today is the day. For him to come true to her. It's sunday and both of them are off work so it's the best time to talk about it. He sigh, closing the bathroom door, if only he think twice before marrying Y/n, he would happily be with his true love now, but the past is the past so he'll change his life now.

He finish his shower, dressed himself, brushed his teeth.

He walked to the kitchen, to find her making breakfast, his heart sinked at the sight. This is why he decided to end it all. He already has someone else now. The last two years with Y/n, it wasn't her fault this happened, but it is how it is.

“Morning..” He said softly, remembering how he acted yesterday before nervously sit down on the dinner table. You ignore him, turning off the gas before went to the sink and start washing the dishes. Kenma noticed this, of course. He fiddled with his finger for a second, building the courage he need to crush your heart in mere seconds, but he didn't focus in that aspect.

“Y/n.. I have something to discuss with you.. Can you.. sit down for a second?" He ask again, turning his body to give you his full attention while waiting for you.

Since he knew he should do it now, but he doesn't know where to begin. What can he really explain? Everything that need to be explained.

“I'm busy..” You answered without looking at him, and turned the tap off before moving to wash another plate. He frowned. Becoming more impatience with your attitude. “Can't you stop for a moment, I just need to talk for a bit.” He said with a deeper tone, standing up from the chair and clearly upset with you.

You ignored him again, wiping the dishes you've washed. You aren't stupid. You know what he's about to discuss with you. But you doesn't want to hear it, because you know that once you did, this fairytale of yours will come to an end, and you just start building it.

Kenma take a step forward to where you're standing. You are acting like a child with all this sulking and it pissed him off. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? We're doing this farce now? Are you five?” he huffed at you.

Again. So instead of listening to what he says, you move forward and let him talk to your back, continuing what you were doing before he entered. A part of you hopes for him to say the right things this time, telling him how sorry he is, and begging for you to forgive him, so everything will turn back to normal but you know that's not gonna happened as Kenma goes beside you and pulled your wrist with force. He never hurt you before... but now he did.

You try to pull back your wrist, but it's pointless since he's a former volleyball player, and they have powerful grips. But you still have a mouth and a voice. “Let go, Kenma! You're hurting me!” You yell, planting your feet to the mosaic to prevent him from pulling you. “What are you being so stubborn for?! Just sit down so we can talk, for god's sake!” He shouted back, first time to you again as you flinched. Felt your eyes water but you blink them away before goes to sit down like he told you to.

He let out a loud sigh, messing up his newly combed hair as he sat down in front of you.

“Look, Y/n. About yesterday.. I..” “Save it, Kenma.” You interrupted him coldly, cutting his sentence short. “Just say what you want to, I don't need extra details, so stop talking about it..” You said firmly as you looked straight into his dark brown eyes, your hands clenching tightly into fists.

His brows knitted together and his lips slightly open in shock, he looks away, and let out a low breath. “Fine... Y/n.. I want a divorce. I've fell out of love and are currently in a relationship with someone who really loves me. So let's divorce.”

His shock and nervousness from earlier goes away as he stare at you dead serious in the face. And you, even as you try to fight back the urge to cry, hearing the man you give your whole heart to said that he fell out of love shattered your heart completely. One tear start to flow down, then second, third and can't be stop agaim as you sobs, covering your face with both of your palms.

The tears keep pouring from your eyes, and you couldn't help but let out small whimpers, “How could you.. Do this to me..? How.. Could you do this to me?” You asked, still trying to hide your face. “Please.. Don't do this.. Don't do this.. Don't leave me like this..”

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry..” He said, his voice breaking a little as he held back the urge to hug you. He doesn't have the right anymore. “I.. I'm sorry..” He repeated his apology again.

But you no longer hear anything except for the sound of your heart shattering milions times over and over again, you bawl your eyes, with Kenma looking down on his lap, guilty crease his face but no regret shows. He felt relieved, that he actually end this today. Of course, you'll feel sad now, he, himself are sad but you'll bounce back in no time. You always do.

You sniffled, finally able to compose yourself enough to raise your head. And when you looked at the person before you, it feels like your soul has left your body. Kenma look so different. Not because he changed his hairstyle or his clothes but because.... he's no longer Your Kenma. You're no longer Kozume Y/n.. And it breaks you again, but you wipes away the tears, since there's no one to wipe them for you now.

“Since that means you're no longer my husband, I want you to pack your belongings. I don't want to see your face until our divorce trial....” You said hoarsely, looking away from the man. This house belonged to you and Kenma moves in, even though at the beginning of your marriage, he ask you to move in his house but you declined so both of you moves to your house, so it becomes both of you guys house but back to only you now.

Kenma nodded. As the CEO of BB corp, it wasn't a hard thing for him to do. So he stood him and goes out, without a single goodbye. All left is for you to wait for his helpers to come and get his things. The end for you and Kenma's lovestory, two years of marriage, 5 years of friendship from highschool. It ends with him and a new person. You cry again, clutching on your chest as you feel severe pain stabbing your heart, toppling over before losing consciousness.

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And so, 6 months went by. That morning you fell unconscious, Kuroo was the one who found you, though it was in the evening. He heard about the divorce from Kenma as soon as Kenma goes out that morning, but him with his promoting and scouting job, he can't just leave, so he hurriedly tried to finished early that day but still ended up in the evening when he went straight to your house. Kenma's belongings still in the house since the helpers he called will come later tonight so you're there unconscious for more than 8 hours.

When Kuroo arrived, he ring the doorbell, but got no answer, so he barge in without any hesitation. Since he knew you from highschool, he was the one who introduced you to Kenma, he knew what type of a person you're. And you always answer the doorbell.

With lights off, he panicked a bit as he turn the light on, looking around the house for your figure but found none, so he goes out to your small garden, again no sight of you, he goes back inside and climb the stair to upstair, knocking on your room's door, no answer so he pull the door handle to see that it was unlocked, open it up just to look around, since he didn't see you, he doesn't linger and goes back downstairs, almost running out from the door before he remembered your kitchen.

He peek at your kitchen and there you are, still wearing your apron, face pale beside the dinner table, unconscious. He scrambles and pick you up, not caring bout anything else as he drive you to the hospital, trying to calm himself down as you guys arrived at the hospital. He barely calm as he goes inside and ask for a doctor, that took you inside.

After checking up on you, the doctor said you fainted from high blood pressure, and a high level of stress. He told Kuroo that you need to stay for 3days so they can monitor your blood pressure. Kuroo thanked them and goes to sit beside you, accompanying you for the next three days. You told him about what happened, the whole story. He almost went berserk over it, it wasn't a funny matter but you ended up laughing over it and he joined in.

And today, 6 months later, you stand in the court as the judge knocked his gavel three times to finalized the result. Today, you're officially single again. L/n Y/n.

And the one accompanying you is Kuroo as he gives you his sneaky smirk when you turn from the stand to give him your smile, happy at the judge final decision.

Beside you, Kenma stood there without any expression on his face, his true love are cheering behind him but he set his eyes on the judge before glancing your way and you guys locked eyes, before you break it off, turning your heels and walk to where Kuroo is with his smirk and a high five ready for you.

Kenma never smiled, especially at you. But seeing you laugh and smile, he suddenly feels a warm fuzzy feeling all over his heart as if someone stabbed him deep in his chest. it's been a while since he saw you smiling and laughing like that all while high-fiving Kuroo. He felt it. no matter how he tries to think otherwise. He still felt it. Jealous. At Kuroo for being able to make you smile again.

A hand snake up to his wrist snapped him out of his trance as he turn to look at her, with her bubbly smile, while pulling him towards you. Kenma frown but didn't pull back. As they come stand in front of you and Kuroo, both of you turn a bit as Kuroo take up a front stand, shielding you a bit.

“What'cha need?” He ask in his usual way but a bit force tone. “I just want to tell Y/n that I'll make Kenma happy so she doesn't need to worry about anything.” She said with her happy smile, hand still tangling with Kenma's, while Kenma, stand there silently, but his eyes never left yours, and Kuroo noticed this, so he sling his arm around your waist and bring you closer.

“That's good, I guess. Not that she care though. She has more important thing to think about.” Kuroo said with his signature smirk, eyes didn't leave Kenma's as the blond male turn to look down.

“Now, shall we go, Miss Kuroo?” Kuroo ask as he locked eyes with you with his smile, fond and soft, making you returned it with the same amount as you nodded. “Bye now, miss I-don't-know-you-exist and unlucky mister Kenma.” He said before you guys start walking out from the court to your car, leaving Kenma's true love boiling mad and Kenma felt it again... That one feeling that he didn't felt when he told you, he want a divorce.

He felt...

Regret.

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k0dzukeiji · 7 months

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imagining a toxic relationship with Kenma

timeskip kenma x gn!reader

genres: angst

warnings: toxic relationship, cheating

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Toxic Kenma who only dated you to find out your weaknesses

“Who is that?”

“Them? That’s (Name)”

“They seem… interesting.”

“Yeah? Well don’t get your hopes up, they don’t warm up to people very easily.

“Is that so…”

Toxic Kenma who started to ignore you

“Kenma, want to go to the café after your stream?”

“…”

“Kenma?”

“…”

“Kenma did you hear me-“

“Can you just leave me alone? can’t you see im busy?”

Toxic Kenma who at first treat you like his priority, choosing you over his games. but slowly over time, he began to prioritize his streaming and games over you.

“Kenma want to go out? I heard theres this—“

“No, a new game came out today. I promised my viewers I’d play it.”

“O-oh… okay…”

Toxic Kenma who gaslights you into thinking it’s your fault. he lost a game and you so happened to have walked into the room? It’s your fault. he broke his controller? It’s your fault. he didn’t like the dinner so he threw it away? your fault again. he lost interest and cheated on you? its your fault. don’t you get it? It’ll always be your fault.

“(Name) can you just stay out when I’m gaming? I always lose when you come in”

“R-right… Sorry Kenma, I won’t do it again.”

“Yeah sure.”

Toxic Kenma who cheats on you cause he got bored of you

“Why…?”

“I got bored.”

“That’s it..?”

“I told you, if you ever got boring, I’d drop you.”

Toxic Kenma who made you think it’s you’re the problem

“It’s not my fault you never paid attention for me”

“What..? What are you saying? I always—“

“Always what? Just walked right past me while I was gaming?”

Toxic Kenma who realized he never got bored of you

“Maybe I didn’t get bored…” He thought as he scrolled through your instagram, watching you be happy with your new boyfriend while he’s here, alone. but then again… whose fault was that?

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yo this lowkey sucks 💀 i wrote it in 10 minutes

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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The Mess You Make

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Word Count: ~6.3k

Genre: Fluff, Angst (mostly angst)

Warnings: work relationships situationships, mentions of anxiety, overthinking, mentions of alcohol, falling too quickly, lack of communication, “it’s not cheating if we’re not together”, breakup?, pls don’t make me spoil the end…

Summary: Kuroo Tetsurou knew, from the second he first laid eyes on you. He knew that he loved you. That he could spend forever loving you. And that was terrifying.

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Kuroo Tetsurou knew, from the second he first laid eyes on you. Walking into the office, pretty and perfect, sweet and serene, and smiling at him. He knew that he loved you. And when you laughed, when you head fell back at a witty comment he made and you responded with one just as nerdy and out of place. That he could spend forever loving you. And that, that knowledge that slammed into him like a ton of bricks, that was terrifying.

It was more terrifying the first time he tried to ask for your number. He chickened out and instead found himself at your friend’s cubicle. The one who had gotten you this job. Begged her-to no avail-to give him your number. But somehow you ended up in his phone, a text late in the evening on a Friday night. The night that meant staff drinks at the local bar. It was a night he’d decided to skip this week in exchange for hanging out with Kenma at his house.

Just one text.

Heyyy! It’s y/n from the office.! Y/f/n told me you were tryna get my number so I figured I’d save you the trouble :)

One text and Tetsurou was ashamed to say he answered it immediately. That it didn’t even take a full minute for him to be typing a reply. And that he didn’t push himself to stay up until the early hours of the morning flirting back and forth on text. He was ashamed to say that it happened again the next night and the night after that.

He didn’t know if it was worse or better that they didn’t talk much at work. A little bit of banter as he passed by your cubicle and when you ran into each other in the break room. No acknowledgement of the conversations had outside of the workplace. Friendly flirtations you’d slipped into conversations with others, laid on heavily with each other. And then there came the time when he’d find himself leaving the comfort of his office to be hanging over the wall of your cubicle chatting half about work and half about anything else his head could supply. He’d feel himself fill with pride when you’d try to hide the smile creeping on your lips at another (even he could admit it this time) terrible chemistry pun.

It was easy. Talking between the two of you. You were sweet and smiles and would banter with him among the best. Sweet, smart, and sexy. A jackpot. And he had to let you know that he wanted you.

But Tetsurou had the tendency to confuse his feelings and fall on the safest option. He was attracted to you. Yes. In love? Not if he could help admitting it. A confession came in the middle of the night about two weeks into texting each other.

I wish you were in bed with me. We could cuddle and watch movies.

It was bold and Tetsurou cringed because it made him sound a bit like a fuckboy player. But it worked.

That would be so much fun. Would you let me choose the movie?

I don’t see why not. I wouldn’t be able to focus with you there anyways.

The conversations got heavier. Late at night the two of you would lie in separate beds, steamy texts floating between the two of you. Flirtations that you couldn’t find the courage to act on yet. Work was filled with quick glances at each other, eyes flitting across the other’s skin at the most mundane times. Nothing was talked about outside of text and it drove both of you insane.

Nothing until one of those nights all of you went out for staff drinks. He’d dragged Kenma along with him and the two of them were sitting together, quietly at a table as Tetsurou watched you giggling at your own table with two of your friends, the straw of your drink twirling between your fingers. Your makeup was slightly smudged and your hair messy but he thought you looked ethereal.

And Kenma noticed. Trailed Tetsurou’s eyes over to you, head thrown back in a laugh at some joke that was just made and surely not funny enough to pull that reaction out of you. “So, y/n.”

Tetsurou snapped his head back to look at his friend and Kenma didn’t miss the way your eyes flitted over to the table at the quick movement, quickly looking away again so your friends wouldn’t notice. “What are you talking about?” The uptick in Tetsurou’s voice gave him away and Kenma rolled his eyes.

“Just don’t fuck it up, okay?” He didn’t mean it in a rude way. Tetsurou knew that but he still choked on his drink and gave his best friend an offended look. “Don’t give me that look. That way you’re looking at her right now,” Kenma sighed and took a small sip of his water, “I know that look. She’s a sweet girl. Wears her heart on her sleeve, you know. She’d be good for you.” Tetsurou opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his friend was rarely this verbal and even more rarely did he use it to call his friend out like this. “You have a tendency to push away good things. So don’t fuck it up.”

Tetsurou didn’t know why he decided to keep drinking. Maybe he was trying to ignore the pang in his chest every time a guy walked up to you to offer to buy you a drink. Or when the one coworker who he knew had a crush on you took it upon himself to sit at your table trying to make you laugh.

Maybe that last event was why he’d excused himself from Kenma when snuck off to the bathroom. Why he made a beeline after you. And maybe that event and the liquid courage pulsing through his veins was why he finally got the guts to press you into the wall next to the bathroom. To revel in the heat rising to your cheeks that you would later blame on the drinks and not on how his body felt so close to yours. You would claim it wasn’t how he looked at you with heavy eyes, drinking you in before dipping to speak flirtations just mere centimeters from your lips.

The flustered look on your face was enough to satiate him for now though. And he left you speechless, against the wall until your friend found you a few minutes later.

The excuse you gave your friend as to why you were leaving early was half assed and if your sober brain was asked to remember what it was you wouldn’t be able to. Tetsurou was gone by the time you reentered the main part of the bar. You couldn’t stay and listen to your coworker flirt with you anymore.

Tetsurou was outside when you stepped out, about to get into a cab, actually. A cab that you didn’t mind sharing. His lips looked enticing as he gave the driver his address and you couldn’t help yourself from leaning over, pulling yourself into his lap finally, like you’d wanted to do the first time you saw him.

You were sure your breath smelt as much like alcohol as his did as you whispered against his lips. His heavy eyes were trained on the way your hands messed with his tie, pulling on it as you pressed your body against his. “Kuroo,” it came out breathy, whiny, and he knew he was done for, “Tetsurou,” you corrected yourself and he couldn’t help himself. His palms came up easily to cup your jaw and pulled you against his lips.

The kiss was hot and needy, nipping at each other’s lips. When you pulled back to finally breathe you could feel your lips as swollen as Tetsurou’s looked. You barely noticed the passing of time and you were outside of an all too familiar apartment building before you knew it. The confusion of why you were outside of your apartment building when you hadn’t given the address washed away when Kuroo swiped a resident pass to get into the building.

His floor was just above yours, three doors over. The irony of it made both of you laugh as you told him that you’d been just downstairs the entire time you’d been flirting with each other. The shock of it all wasn’t given much time to sink in before his lips were on yours again, pressing you into the back of his door.

Tetsurou’s breathing was labored as he kissed down your neck, mumbling into the soft skin. “You’re so pretty, y/n.” You moaned softly at the compliment and the soft and sloppy press of his lips trailing along your skin. “Like an angel walking into my life.” You gasped as his lips came back to press against yours.

The next moments were done in a blurred flurry of movements. Ended with both of your shirts on the floor, your skirt trailing after it. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he stumbled clumsily towards his room, kisses trailing down your throat again. Your soft moans of his name vibrated against his lips. “Please, Tetsurou.” It was breathy, needy, as you tangled your fingers into his messy hair. “Need you now.”

He wasted no time, laying you on his bed softly, pulling himself out of his pants and tossing them over his shoulder before he came back to kiss down your chest. Both of you were dizzy but couldn’t tell if it was because of the alcohol or each other. Your pleads for him were slurred as he kissed back up, giving in to you easily. If he was sober he’d hate that but all he could think about was being in you, being with you.

Flashes of memory were all you held of that night now, breathy moans and feverish touches. As you laid in your own bed, alone. Neither you nor Tetsurou could remember the night properly. You’d wound up in your own apartment by the time you’d woken up in the morning. You and Tetsurou had been barely talking and it had nearly been a week. You didn’t know what had happened. The absolute confusion of 100% back down to 0%. It was like your first week there all over again. Flirtations in passing, mild in comparison to what they’d become and both of you too nervous to text the other outside of work.

You were restless, unable to fall asleep. You couldn’t help yourself. Walking up the flight upstairs and finding yourself in front of his door, knocking before you could even think about what you’d done.

He was quick to answer it. Hair more disheveled than usual, clad in gray sweats hanging low on his hips that immediately drew your eyes, hungrily taking in the dips in his skin by his hips as they trailed below the hem of his sweats. Your tongue was heavy in your mouth and you couldn’t find the words, having not planned this adventure of yours.

“Y/n?” His voice was sleepy as he questioned my presence, drawing my attention back up to his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I want you.” You had a sudden burst of confidence as you took a step forward, catching him off guard as he stepped back into his apartment. “I miss you.” You whispered again as you stepped forward again, closing the door behind you.

“Y/n, you shouldn’t be here.” He didn’t move again as you took another step to him.

“Tell me to leave then. Tell me you don’t want me here and I’ll go.” You were right in front of him now, your hands coming to rest on his bare chest as his instinctively grabbed your waist.

He inhaled deeply as his lips neared yours. “I’m not good for you.” He muttered, eyes easily becoming hooded, almost closed as he watched your lips, so close to his. “I was made to destroy, y/n.” You shook your head, eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips, watching his struggle to not finish closing the distance. “Not to fix, but to break.”

“You’re not going to break me Tetsu.” You watched as his eyes flicked up to look at yours. Looking for any hesitation, any sign that you were lying to him. You believed yourself and for that moment, so did he.

Your lips closed the distance easily, your body easily remembering the direction to his room and he helped to lead you. The intensity of your motions drawing feelings out of both of you that you hadn’t known were there before. The two of you wound up in his sheets again, a blur again.

That’s what it felt like with Tetsurou. A constant blur. Whispered confessions in the middle of the night. It felt a lot like-

You were in your own apartment by the morning. He acted normal at work, like nothing had happened the night before. He didn’t text you that night. Acted normal at work. And just when you thought maybe you’d been hallucinating the tender moments with him-ready to check yourself into an insane asylum for the memories of whispered confessions and skin on skin… He was knocking on your door. Pressing kisses to your skin as he walked you through your apartment, as he took you right there against the wall of your front walkway. As he whispered apologies and promises to your skin.

And then the time between his disappearances got longer. He’d come by every night for a week before disappearing again. The three words you wanted to hear at the front of his mind. And then it was a month straight. He’d moved out of his apartment upstairs thanks to the end of a lease, moving across town. And you’d done the same a month later. But even that didn’t stop him from having you over nearly every night for a full month, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you cooked, as your presence in the apartment became apparent. As you never left before 3am but never spent the night.

The words were on the tip of his tongue constantly. And that terrified him. Neither of you had let anyone at the office in on your out of work escapades. Keeping your relationship at work friendly and small flirtations, nothing past what you had with others in the workplace.

Tetsurou started to pay more attention to the way you responded to things. Like the boy at work, the insufferable man who sat two cubicles away from you who took every chance to flirt with you. The evil green claws that curled into Tetsurou’s gut was not something he liked. It was paired with a disgustingly tight feeling in his chest, an anxiety at the way you would smile and flirt back. Tetsurou would ignore it and then you. Until he felt like he couldn’t breathe without you there.

He didn’t know what his problem was. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend. So he would ignore it and then ignore you and then come back more desperate for you than ever. And then he remembered you weren’t his girlfriend again, that he wasn’t your boyfriend. That maybe that boy that was flirting with you was doing more than just flirting with you. Maybe you were seeing him too. There were some times that Tetsurou’s jealousy outweighed his anxiety and he would take it out in bed, with you falling apart under him, reminding himself that only he could make you scream like that. And then there would be times when his anxiety won and he would leave your messages on delivered and opened for a few days.

You, on the other hand, were trying to navigate how a situation like this worked. You weren’t used to the moodswings that Tetsurou seemed to embody. Between the times where you thought he was on the edge of asking you to be his girlfriend and then his disappearances. You convinced yourself that he was busy and that’s why he was disappearing, it was that time of year that his business picked up. You didn’t want to seem clingy, stuck in the in-between.

You wanted to be more like his girlfriend. Thought that if maybe you acted like it he might actually ask you out. That maybe he could be the one if he just finally asked you out. Oblivious to the fact that he was thinking you saw him as just someone to have fun with.

You tried to be better. You left lunch on his desk when no one was looking. Would bring him his favorite coffee order, help him clean his apartment when you were over. You were trying.

He was distancing himself. Stopped turning down the flirtations of the other girls in the office. If you were letting boys flirt with you (even if you weren’t actually aware they were anything past a joke, Tetsurou didn’t know that fact), he would let the girls flirt with him. He would let the girls place their perfectly manicured hands on his arm and ignore the glances of hurt you gave whenever he laughed at their terrible jokes about how toned his arms were.

And then one day, he didn’t know what came over him. He was at work early that day. In his office when you were sneaking in to drop off food and coffee for him. A routine you started but he had never been present for.

“Oh hey, you’re here early.” The giggle that followed flowed easily out of your lips. A gentle sound that had the muscle in Tetsurou’s chest tightening. A light comment as you gently placed the food and beverage onto the desk in front of him.

“Yeah its a busy day today.” The unemotional response made your heart squeeze a little bit but you were convincing yourself that it wasn’t how he meant it. You were reading into it too much.

“Well now that I’ve caught you,” you began easily, at least it sounded easy but on the inside your gut was turning, anxiety filling you, “I was curious if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight?” His fingers stopped their typing and he finally looked up. You weren’t looking at him, instead focused on the window and a pair of birds that were flying by. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking.

The sudden rush of hope that this was more to you than he’d thought took over his body and he immediately shut it down. Let the waves of anxiety drown that little bit of hope. It was too much. The meals left with cute bows on his desk. The coffees with a daily “good morning <3” written on them. His mouth was opened before his brain processed what words it was pushing out. “Don’t you think you’re being a little suffocating?”

He wasn’t looking at you anymore so he missed the way you froze. How your fingers twitched around your own coffee cup. He missed the look of heartbreak crossing your face. Anxiety ripping into your muscles and tearing the hope that he’d agree to the date into tiny shreds. Immediately your brain was trying to formulate solutions. Reasons why you were the problem and how to fix it. Maybe the daily food and coffee was too much. Maybe you could start to do it only once a week. Maybe you tried to ask too many questions. He was probably just stressed, he said today was busy. Your brain raced but the only sound you could force out was a small, “oh.” You cleared your throat and slapped on a smile. “Sorry, you’re right, today’s busy. Another day then?” Your voice was hopeful as you stepped back towards the door, glancing at where his eyes were glued to his screen again.

“Sure.” It was dismissive and filled both of you with dread. The juxtaposition of this atmosphere to what usually was between you was painstaking.

You tried to be less persistent. Less around. Less demanding of his attention. You waited for him to reach out first. To imply that he wanted to speak with you before you spoke back. You refused to let yourself message first at night, refraining from showing up at night like you had been unless he explicitly told you to come. You stopped bringing food and coffee for him to work, kept it to only bringing food when you were already going to his house. You tried to be less suffocating but every second he wouldn’t be speaking to you felt like another strain on the distance between you.

It all felt like what you thought you could have with Tetsurou was dissolving.

You tried to remind yourself that wasn’t the case. It was easy when he was laying next to you at night. Tracing patterns into your arms and whispering about the things that he loved about you. It was harder at work. Especially on days like today. Days where you walked into the employee break room and Tetsurou laughing and sipping his coffee. And your coworker’s perfectly manicured hand gripping onto his bicep as she laughed along.

You were frozen in spot as you watched him smirk down at her. As she giggled and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. As she giggled about how strong he must be under that shirt. Frozen as you watched him laugh at the comment that wasn’t funny and as his tongue pressed out a smooth comment of his own. “Oh yeah, its a great workout carrying this ego you give me.”

Her laugh was obnoxious and you found yourself turning on your heel before you could get what you’d originally traveled there for. The need to eat, now erased by the nauseous feeling in your stomach. The feeling that you might have been wasting all this time with Tetsurou. And then came the voice in your head that justified everything. The devil’s advocate. What if he was just being friendly. You shouldn’t assume things. So it couldn’t hurt to ask.

You didn’t even remembering finding yourself at her desk, hanging on her cubicle as you chatted idly about the pictures on her desk, sisters and sorority members littering her photos. Small talk and pointless questions that you didn’t bother fully listening to her answers to. All to get to the question you really wanted to ask.

“So what do you think about the bossman?” You whispered it and added in a light laugh, like you were sharing an inside joke for no one else’s ears.

“So attractive right!” She let out an annoying giggle that ground your ears. You were sure if you hadn’t already decided to hate her then she wouldn’t have been so bad. But you did. So she was. “Brains and beauty.”

“How lucky would the girl that bagged him be.” You laughed lightly trying to lure her into a trap. “Do you think he’s seeing anyone?”

She looked at you with a sly smile and you could feel the regret immediately seeping into your bones. She leaned closer like she had classified information no one else could know. “Can I tell you a secret you promise to not repeat?” Your mouth felt incredibly dry and you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak so you settled on a small nod. “I’ve been texting him lately.” She giggled a little bit, like the happiest girl in the world. “I think he might ask me out soon, some of our texts can get super flirty.” She laughed again and put a finger to her lips. “But you can’t tell!”

You were barely processing her words anymore. You knew you were nodding your consent but your eyes were now glued on the door that led to Kuroo’s office. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest. The feeling of your heart filling up with lead and being tossed into an ocean. You’d been trying to convince yourself that he thought you were special but he was on the verge of being in a relationship with someone else.

The need to give him the benefit of the doubt filled your mind immediately. The need to ask for his clarification. Give him the ability to shoot down the accusation that laid on the tip of your tongue. You waited though. Painstakingly stared at the clock as you crept closer to being let out for the weekend. You got little to no work done until the end of your shift, glances between the clock and Tetsurou’s door filling your time.

You stayed in your seat for ten minutes after the end of your shift. Waiting as everyone filed out of the office. Everyone except for Tetsurou. With everyone who could possibly see you gone, you made your way slowly to his door, slipping inside quietly.

“Tetsu?” Your voice was a whisper as he looked up at you easily. You couldn’t look at him completely as you flirted with how you would ask the question. He hummed in response, a silent way of trying to get you to finish the question he knew was on the tip of your tongue. “Anything going on between you and the girl from accounting?”

Tetsurou was easy on his reply, seamless in his transition. “Anything between you and the guy two cubicles down?” You looked at him now, he wasn’t even looking at you. He was sorting through the last of a stack of papers. Like he didn’t care to hear the answer. He, however, was filling up with anxiety as he tried to not look desperate for you to ease his nerves. He’d resolved that he wouldn’t be anything more than an office fling to you and if that was the case then he’d make you the same to him.

You, on the other hand, were filling with confusion. The boy two cubicles down? The one that you joked with? The one that jokingly flirted with you? “Nothing is going on between us.” You assured, watching his eyes trail up to you. “We just joke a little bit.”

“Well what you two have got,” Tetsurou started, finishing the last sheet of paper, “that’s what’s up with me and the girl from accounting.” You looked at him warily but nodded lightly. He was standing up now, rounding his desk to lean on it and look at you. He was convinced that there was more between you and the boy and if you didn’t want to admit it then he couldn’t do anything about it. “It’s nothing serious.”

You nodded along to the statement taking a step towards him. “Nothing to worry about.” You mused. You let him wrap an arm around your waist, having him drag you towards him slowly.

You sighed lightly, trying to press down the uneasy feeling inside of you as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Come home with me tonight?” The saccharine tone of the words had you melting into him. Telling yourself you were overexaggerating and that you didn’t need to worry because he wanted you.

You followed obediently. Grabbed your things and followed him out. Drove your car behind his on your way to his apartment. You thought of asking why you didn’t go to yours. Why since you’d both moved he’d never deigned to appear on your turf as opposed to only his own. You couldn’t find the courage. Couldn’t convince yourself to possibly strain anything, to push more when he was readily giving you space to be with him now.

And then he let you stay the night. Something he’d never done before. At 3am when you were ready to roll out of his bed and disappear into the dark he caught you by your arm, pulled you back into his embrace. Begged you to stay with soft kisses pressed into your skin and made you mumble promises to stay.

You did.

You stayed the whole weekend actually. He asked for Friday night, begged for Saturday night and then when Sunday night came around it was like you were meant to be there. Like neither of you had to ask for you to be there.

Monday morning Tetsurou pressed kisses to you cheeks as you woke up and took the food you offered him for lunch. Grabbed him coffee and parted with a kiss. You were elated. On cloud nine. Had almost forgotten that just a few days ago you’d worried about him flirting with your coworker. All of the worries had since dissipated and you were sure that today you could get up the courage to ask him if you could make it all official.

Elated and determined, you could barely focus all morning. All the way up until lunch. You walked easily in between the cubicles, ignoring the idle chatter of your coworkers as you passed. Giddy thoughts overwhelming your senses as you neared Tetsurou’s door. The blinds weren’t completely closed and you peeked, trying to see if you could catch a glimpse of the cute face he made when he was concentrating. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly when you noticed that his chair was empty. You immediately regretted your decision to not just walk away, to stay and scan your eyes across the rest of the room.

She was there. The girl from Friday. The one you’d asked about. Her lips were locked onto Tetsurou’s, her arms wound around his neck and his on her waist. You jerked away from the glass quickly. You couldn’t help the bubble of anxiety inside of your chest erupting. The feeling of your heart breaking, shattering into a million places. Surely you could leave, go back to your desk and pretend you never saw anything. But for some reason you couldn’t make yourself. So instead, you stayed. You waited.

It took her nearly another five minutes to leave Tetsurou’s office. You were still waiting there. She smiled happily at you, oblivious to the pain clearly written across your face. You slipped into Tetsurou’s office and watched silently as he shuffled some papers on his desk, trying to smooth down his untrainable hair.

She couldn’t help herself. “I thought maybe you loved me.” You said it quietly but it was loud enough for him to hear. Loud enough to catch his attention and snap his head to look at you. It only took him a second to register the look of distress on your face. For that one look to tug at his heartstrings, causing a pain in his chest that he hated.

“Y/n, what are you-”

You cut him off easily. “You told me she was nothing to worry about. She was nothing.” The words that refused to leave your tongue hung in the air as an accusation. That you were really the one who meant nothing.

“Y/n, she’s just a friend.” He tried to assure but the second he stepped towards you, you stepped away.

“You were kissing her!” You accused, whisper shouting so as to not call the attention of anyone past the closed door.

“I’m single.” Tetsurou defended himself. “Its not like I’m not allowed to kiss anyone.” He didn’t know why he said it. The words leaving his mouth before he could think about it and the way that you recoiled from the words, like they’d physically hurt you, had the taste of regret burning on his tongue.

“You know what Tetsurou.” You scoffed as you shook your head. Anger, embarrassment, hurt burning in your lungs.

“Y/n…” He tried but you easily shut him down.

“I’m done apologizing.” You declared. “I run around to make sure that I can bring you things you’d enjoy, food and coffee you like. I conform my fucking schedule to make sure that I’m available when you want me around.” You wouldn’t let him come near you, your hands coming out in front of you like a brace for if he even tried. “I put in so much effort to try and be with you. Fucking months of wasting my time on you.” Every word you let out felt like a knife in his gut but he wouldn’t let you see it. Refused out of pure stubbornness. “I’m not apologizing anymore for your ignorance of my effort.” You’d turned on your heel before he could even fully process what you’d said.

You left him alone in his office. It took him nearly five minutes of standing there in his empty office. In silent processing as he felt his chest fill up with an empty feeling eating at his insides. Nearly five minutes to go out after you. You were already gone at that point. Had told your desk neighbors you weren’t feeling well and left.

He tried to tell himself that you would come back. Like you always did. Like every time you got upset with him and walked away. Every time you would go silent. You’d always come back. Just like he would. He thought he’d see you again the next day. But you called out sick.

He thought maybe you’d show up after a few days. But it had been a week now. A whole week and you hadn’t even tried to come into work.

He had found himself at Kenma’s on Friday again instead of out with the rest of the staff for drinks again. The ringing of his phone had snapped him out of his video game induced haze. The game on the screen in front of him was paused, waiting for Kenma to return from the kitchen with snacks.

His phone lit up with your contact information. Not a text like it usually was but what with a call. He hated how easily his body filled with excitement at the prospect of hearing your voice again. But he couldn’t let you know that he was that desperate to be acknowledged by you. That needy for your attention. He let it ring a couple times before bringing the device up to his ear.

“Hey baby, how are-” You were quick to cut him off.

“Kuroo, I’m pregnant.” Short and to the point. World-shattering. He froze. Silence filled the line between the two of you. Him trying to find the words to say in response. He was sure his face had gone pale. You sighed from the other side of the line and continued. “About the baby… it’s yours.”

He couldn’t decide if the emotion suddenly filling his gut was elation or dread. But the one thing he knew for sure he could voice. “I’ll be there more.” The response was nearly immediate, impulsive. “You won’t have to worry about anything. I’ll always be-”

“We don’t need you Kuroo.” It was two knives into his heart at once. The statement itself and the name used. His surname, not Tetsu like you’d been calling him for months now. “I just wanted to let you know. You deserve to know.” You sighed and he felt frozen. “But we don’t need you.”

“Y/n, please.” He could hear his voice cracking. The crashing realization that he’d pushed you too far this time. “Just let me back in.” He ran his hand over his face and squeezed his eyes shut. “Just let me prove that I can do this.” He was begging but he couldn’t care. “I can do this.” He whispered into the line.

There was a memory playing through both of your minds now…

“I’m not good for you.” He muttered, eyes easily becoming hooded, almost closed as he watched your lips, so close to his. “I was made to destroy, y/n.” You shook your head, eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips, watching his struggle to not finish closing the distance. “Not to fix, but to break.”

You swallowed your anger as you whispered back into the phone. “You break everything you touch Tetsurou.” He stared at the wall in horror. Pain etching its way into his soul at the words that effortlessly left your lips, not as an accusation but more of a realization. It was then that Kenma reappeared in the room, Kuroo’s eyes finding the worried ones of his best friend as your voice came through the phone again. “Don’t call this number again, Kuroo.” The click of the line felt all too final as your side went dead.

“Just don’t fuck it up, okay?” “She’s a sweet girl. Wears her heart on her sleeve, you know. She’d be good for you.” “You have a tendency to push away good things. So don’t fuck it up.”

Kenma’s words from months ago echoed through Tetsurou’s head. He lifted his eyes heavily, they were watery and he felt like everything inside of him was tearing apart. “I fucked up.” He whispered looking to Kuroo like a kicked puppy. “You have to help me.”

Kenma sighed and shook his head at Tetsurou. “Call her again. Go to her place.” He instructed plainly. Sitting down next to him. Tetsurou sat in silence for a second before realizing that he didn’t even know where you lived now. He’d never made the effort to visit your home, even though you’d repeatedly made the effort to visit his. “Fix the mess you make.” Kenma instructed and Tetsurou nodded.

He easily pulled his phone back into his hand and found your contact. Pressing the call button he pressed the device to his ear.

One ring. Please pick up. He begged in his mind. And the ringing stopped.

We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.

A/N: big brain idea little brain execution pls be nice and tell me you like this

#✺ somnum exterreri #𓇻 fics

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amaya-writes · 7 months

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Amaya's Ringtober 2023 Masterlist

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Masterlist:

How the Haikyuu boys would propose to you: Kenma, Kuroo, Daichi, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu

The demon brothers reacting to their fiance losing her ring

Innocent childhood romance with Megumi where he gives you a promise ring

Nanami and his stay at home wife headcanons

Illumi angst scenario: his wife finds out he 'cheated' during one of his assassinations

Black Clover characters introduce you (their new finance) to their siblings: Finral, Gauche, Leo

Port mafia characters x reader arranged marriage AU (reader is Mori's relative): Dazai (he never left PM AU), Chuuya, Akutagawa

The 1A boys and the type of ring they would propose with

Tokyo Revengers characters picking out a ring: Mikey, Hanma, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya

Gojo, Itadori and Nanami reacting to reader rejecting their proposal

Bnha characters arranged marriage AU x traditional reader: Izuku, Shoto, Bakugo, Denki, Shinso

Shigaraki x Redestro's daughter arranged marriage AU

How they would react to your ring being the wrong size: Gojo, Dazai, Bakugo, Shoto, L, Mikey

Your child broke your marriage ring scenario with Dabi

Bnha characters accidentally proposing at the same time as reader: Iida, Denki, Tokoyami, Dabi, Aizawa, Shinsou and Shigaraki

Reader reacting to finding out they once wanted to marry someone else- open to characters but wants Gojo, Megumi, Hisoka and Atsushi

Haikyuu characters noticing reader stopped wearing their ring (angst to comfort- everything's fine at the end) any characters + Ushijima and Kuroo

1A boys when the reader proposes to them

1A boys reacting to reader watching a wedding scene and saying 'that's going to be us someday?'

Gojo reacting to reader looking starstrucked by a wedding dress they see while shopping

BSD characters reacting to reader casually saying they're going to marry them one day

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Game Status:

OPEN, Currently Writing Reqs

Requests Status:

21/30 Reqs, 6/21 Written

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houseoftulips · 2 years

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Unfortunate Benefits | T. Kuroo ~ when he realized way too late

➤ ft: ex boyfriend!kuroo testuro x f!reader

➤ content warning: angst, alcohol

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After six years of not seeing each other with no contact in any shape or form - you two are now standing in the same restaurant at a small reunion.

You’d been living in Singapore all this time after graduating college and leaving your old life behind. You were in Japan to visit your family but when your old high school friends find out that you were, they just had to invite you.

Bokuto was especially insistent on you meeting up with them for dinner but his same emo mode appeared through the facetime call just like the old days. You were only there at the restaurant for him and Kenma but you knew that your 18 year old self was relieved to see Kuroo Tesuro again.

Your ex boyfriend/high school sweetheart was one of the reasons for you leaving the country after your rocky break up. Long story short, after all those years from high school towards the end of college was nothing but a lie and a joke to Kuroo.

From what you were told, Kuroo had asked you out during your first year of high school to get his elementary school crush to notice him. When he realized that he was never gonna get that attention he was just contempt on getting it from you. Not in the lovey-dovey way though. More like the I’m settling here because there’s no where else to go. Then he finally got that attention again after reuniting with his crush at one of MSBY’s volleyball game and left you soon after the encounter.

He spilled all his dirty secrets in you and practically admitted that he was cheating on you emotionally and using you as a comfort rag rather than his girlfriend. So you left while he was at his internship job during the day. Everything that was yours was erased from your shared apartment. He didn’t even try to contact you either so you knew that he never loved you over the course of your years together.

Bokuto and everyone else begged you to remain in Japan when you told them that you were leaving a few weeks after the breakup. But they knew that the once in a lifetime experience was offered to you for your career, there was no reason for you to remain in the same place.

But right now, that bed-head looking asshole was looking at you like you meant everything to him. His piercing gold eyes were dancing all over your features that he once cherished during your time together.

“Y/n,” his voice faltered a bit as he shook his thoughts away, “H-hey… When did you get back?”

“I’m not back,” you said simply, “M’visiting family for a bit.”

“Oh,” he sheepishly said as he looked away from the awkwardness creeping in. “Well um, it’s good to see you,” he cleared his throat.

You shifted uncomfortably in your standing position as you remained silent. Your wounded and repaired heart is slowly tearing apart once again hearing his useless words. But your younger self is yelling at you to say something back but you still remained silent.

Kursk cleared his throat again to gain your attention back, “Would you like drink?”

Wanting to drink you sorrows away you said yes on the spot. You definitely scolded yourself for accepting a drink from him but he’s paying for it so you looked the other way. You ordered wine like always but more on the stronger side. One with a more bitter taste than the sweet one that you craved.

The both of you sat in silence for what felt like eternity but you kept taking your occasional sips and so was Kuroo till he opened his mouth. “How is Singapore?” he asked as he glanced at you.

You cleared your throat as you set your glass down, “Good. A little more on the humid side than it is here.”

Kuroo hummed in response and let you guys sit in silence once again. For about thirty minutes you guys had an on and off conversation. Letting you both drown in silence then suddenly talk about scattered things that’s happened to you two over the last few years. Then finally the bitter ice breaker came into tow.

“Me and Sachie broke up,” Kuroo said quietly but enough for you to hear.

You sighed out loud hearing her name again. You didn’t even dare say it in your head because you were still so jealous of her getting the real attention from Kuroo.

“So?” you questioned as you watched your old friends drunkenly laugh together.

“So,” he sighed, “I want to say that I’m sorry for leaving you like that when I should’ve done it a lot sooner.”

You laughed immediately. Not so much as a bitter one but more on the side where you thought it was genuinely funny of what he said. “You’re sorry that you used me to gain attention of another woman?” you rephrased.

“Y/n,” Kuroo said but you beat him from finishing.

“No, no,” you laughed letting the alcohol settle in a bit, “I’m right though. You dated me all those years - not only wasted my time but also yours. And then when you lost her for a bit you settled with me, right?”

Kuroo looked away in guilt because now being a full grown man he has regrets. And one of them is of him using you emotionally. Using your kindness, the tender kisses, the soft words of encouragement, and your love was what he regrets and has been regretting for years. You were in front of him this whole time but he turned a blind eye and chose someone who wasn’t looking his way much like what he did to you. It haunts him, honestly. Your tear stained face was what woke him up from the mask he was hiding his true intentions from behind.

He knew better than to reach you again but he thought he was going to be happier being with the woman he’s been chasing after for years. Lo-and-behold, she grew tired of him or in other words-grew tired of using him. They dated for a year but it was toxic. So much so that when he was finally rid of her, he didn’t cry. He had a breath of relief slip past his lips when she left with her bags.

“Y/n… I know I should’ve done better back then but I was blinded,” he sighed as he ran his fingers through his mess of black hair, “It was too late for me to reach you by the time I realized how much I missed you.”

“How much you missed me?” you repeated with a scoff, “You wanted the benefits from being with me, not the commitment. You were looking for that somewhere else all while I loved you.”

And there was another wake up call for Kuroo. He watched you slide out of your seat and leave the restaurant without giving him another chance. He respects you for that though because in the long run, he doesn’t deserve what you can give/offer him.

So he masks his sulks and aching heart because he knows he has no right to feel the heaviness in his chest. But it’s hard to ignore as more guilt washes through him like a tsunami.

He’s lost you for good.

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somebodystoleme · 2 years

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as the night drifted away | osamu x reader

part 1: you know when it’s time to go | miya atsumu x reader

summary: atsumu thinks back to you while you move on way too fast from him.

w.c: 1,009

a/n: trust me this is just pent up aggression from my ex, also ty sm for all the reblogs and notes last post!! i appreciate it! i will probably re-write this one day. but this is just plain thoughts about love. also making a tags list so lemme know if u would like to join.

warnings: cheating, angst to happy-ending

and i'm sitting on a bench in coney island wondering where did my baby go? the fast times, the bright lights, the merry go sorry for not making you my centerfold

atsumu spends his time sitting on a bench, trying not to cry. which is rich coming from him because he states he never cries. he misses you more than you think. he should be heading home to aurora to listen to her complain about something new she's going through. but he can't bring himself to get off this bench. you used to force him to sit on the bench and watch the stars. he realises now how stupid you must have felt. when everything went down.

he hasn't seen you anymore since you both graduated college. osamu, the only person from college who you insist on talking to, says you're doing well actually. osamu only talks about you, as if we all are still in high school again.

"didya know that y/n got accepted to med school?"

"they apparently got invited to model for some small time company!"

"y/n and kenma started playing video games together."

and he couldn't help but to think that this is his way of punishing him for taking y/n away from him, so many years ago.

y/n's hot pink converse place a little mud each step as you walks to the door and the more steps you take the more freaked out you get. a whole new school and everything. "it's going to fun! c'mon home economics is like, the easiest class alive." aurora stated so matter-of-fact "i know, but-" when aurora opens the wooden door to the classroom, you make eye contact, with a boy of course. but he just kept staring as you walked in. and you couldn't help but stare right back. everyone already had a spot and there was one seat right by him and another by a blonde boy who looked all too well similar to other boy. aurora quickly took the spot by the blonde boy and you couldn't help but to grin at her happiness to finally talk to a boy.

once you took your seat, you smiled at the gray haired boy and told him your name.

"y/n. sophomore."

"osamu. sophomore."

he didn't like talking to you (at least you thought) and he mostly spent his time correcting the teacher on cooking recipes. for the first time, you just stared at him, mostly in shock at how someone could be so good at cooking.

but by the end of the class, you felt at least a little bit closer to him. his favorite food was rice, he had a twin named atsumu, and is the spiker for the high school volleyball team. the more times you pulled up the chair next to him home economics, the closer you got to him.

by the end of freshman year, you were osamu's honorary best friend. his competitive demeanor came out quickly as you two spent the afternoons playing volleyball together when his parents were working.

you ran your hand through your hair, grinning. "c'mon 'samu, i know you can do better." he smirked back at you, "y/n, you're so mediocre at volleyball, don't even."

"i'm still winning-"

"by one point."

"so what?"

atsumu remembered how beautiful you looked playing with osamu. also remembering how much he wanted- no needed- you. he wouldn't tell you but aurora and him were about to start dating but once he saw you he knew he didn't want her.

so he spent his whole highschool chasing after you. he needed you. you just radiated kindness and happiness. you were the teenage dream. he couldn't help but to feel some sort of jealousy towards you. but the more times he coaxed you out of spending time with osamu, the more he realized how different you are.

confidence and beauty.

the more you noticed atsumu running after you, the more you noticed the fact that osamu was avoiding you. you mainly thought that it was because your parents decided to ground you for the whole senior year. (you don't like to admit it but it was because your parents caught you drinking with aurora)

"trust me, 'samu is not mad at you! he just notices that- you and i are closer."

"i mean, tell him we can hang out tomorrow at the cinema." atsumu nods his head in response.

"i'll see you on monday! have a nice weekend." he says before heading to his car.

osamu didn't show up to the cinema but atsumu did. "i'm so sorry y/n- i don't know why he got his panties in such a twist. you and i can go watch a movie, right?" that was the day you realized you were so over osamu and now drunk on atsumu.

you constantly tried to ignore how aurora and atsumu talked and whispered to each other. but you couldn't shake that he likes her. you even had the thought that maybe you and osamu not talking anymore was a curse, maybe he is the better miya twin. but that night, senior prom, he completely proved you wrong. and you two started dating the next day.

as fast as you two started dating, he knew it was over that night. the look in your eyes which he you would've loved him for a lifetime. and the sadness he felt right after watching you leave. as he sits and looks up at the sky he hopes you might be kind when you remember him. even though he wasn't kind to you, he hopes for forgiveness.

you fiddle with the straps of your white dress while also playing with your feet. you can't believe you're sitting in osamu's house after everything. as sappy as it sounds you can't believe you met him, again. he's just perfect.

his light airy smiles right at you. and only at you. you can't help but to feel that it was destiny to end up with osamu.

it all started with atsumu breaking your heart that you found osamu again. sitting in some five star restaurant, post breakup. he knew it was you the second you walked in. he would even serve you just to talk to you again,

"hi y/n."

"osamu, wow, you work here?"

how lucky you are. he might possibly be the better miya twin.

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Wrong Person, Wrong Time

Pairings - fem!reader x kuroo, fem!reader x kenma

Warnings - 18+ angst, cheating, swearing, hurt no/little comfort, anxious reader, symptoms of depression, alcohol, drunk confessions, drunk sex, unprotected sex, unrequited feelings, rebound sex, not proof read

Word count - 5k

A/n - My first Tumblr post, I’m sweating. I hope you all like it! I’ve never written drunk speech before, so sorry if it isn’t great!

{Part 2}

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Everything had been going so well with Kuroo lately, you had been dating since senior year in high school and 5 years later your relationship was perfect. You had gone through a rough patch one year ago, Kuroo had been distant and disinterested in you, no matter how hard you tried. Driving home early from work, the heartache of those rough days flashed through your mind...

You looked at yourself in the mirror anxiously as you held your satin dressing gown open. Black, lacey lingerie adorned your body and surprisingly... you felt good. Dare you say, you felt sexy. Kuroo hadn't touched you in nearly two months, blaming it on how tired he was from work, but you couldn't help but think he just wasn't attracted to you anymore.

With any long-term relationship came comfort. You had gotten lax with your appearance, you didn't do your makeup at home, stayed in your pyjamas during your days off, didn't shave as frequently as you probably should have... But as you stared at yourself in the mirror, a smile crept onto your lips. You had done your hair, your makeup, your skin was smooth and soft and this brand new underwear was exactly the style you knew Kuroo liked.

Re-tying your silky smooth, thigh length dressing gown, you made your way to the kitchen as you continued to make Kuroos favourite dinner. You inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of the delicious dish as it neared the sweet spot of being perfectly cooked.

Keys jingled in the door and your heart thumped with excitement as you raced over to see your boyfriend, who sighed as he kicked his shoes off at the front door and hung up his coat, not even giving you a second glance.

"Hey, baby, how was work?" You ask sweetly, now fiddling with the long sleeves of your dressing gown nervously. Already, his reaction wasn't as you hoped, but you silenced those thoughts and convinced yourself that your expectations had been unrealistically high.

"Long." He huffed, grazing your waist with his hand to brush past you, butterflies forming in your stomach. That was something, a smile crept onto your face as you followed him into the living room. He hadn't touched you beyond what felt like an obligatory kiss on the cheek before work, so this was surely a good sign.

"I'm making your favourite, grilled salted mackerel pike." You beamed at him, hoping for some kind of enthusiasm.

"I'm not really hungry." He brushed you off. Immediately, your smile faded.

"Did you already eat or-?" You questioned and he let out an irritated sigh.

"Can you please not do this now?" He replied in an exasperated tone. Your chest tightened.

"Do what?" You asked, already considering giving up any plans you had of intimacy tonight.

"Start nagging me as soon as I get home. I've literally just walked through the door and you're qiving me a hard time." He was tense as he lay back on the couch, waving his hand in annoyance.

"I just want to know why you're not hungry, Tetsu. I'm not questioning you, but if you're not going to eat the food I've been preparing I want to know why, so did you already eat?" You asked, your voice trembled a bit nearer the end of your sentence as your emotions came bubbling up. All the excitement you had felt just moments before he got home had turned to disappointment, embarassment and anger.

"I'm just gonna go to bed." He announced as he stood up from the couch, but you blocked him from retreating away as you moved in front of him.

"No, Tetsu, please, just fucking speak to me. Is it me? Do you not love me anymore?" You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/n, move out of my way, you're being ridiculous." He frowned, still not even looking at you.

"I'm ridiculous?" You scoffed. "Tetsu, I asked you one reasonable question and you're acting like I'm cross examining you like a criminal!" You couldn't hold back your tears as they ran down your face. A small part of you hoped he'd see how much he was hurting you, but he either didn't notice or didn't care.

"And I told you, I'm fucking tired from work! They've got me working overtime most days, I came home early today because you begged me for days to be here but nothing is ever fucking good enough for you, is it!?" He raised his voice at you, something he never really did, but at least he was actually looking at you now. Watching the makeup you spent ages perfecting run down your face.

"Can you not hear yourself? I've had to beg you for DAYS to come home, not early Tetsu, just on time! This is the time you're supposed to be home everyday! All I wanted was to have a nice dinner with you, to spend time with you and I was even hoping you'd be able to be around me long enough to actually fuck me, but that's clearly not happening, is it?" You hoped he would understand now, hoped he could see how desperate you were just to be around him, to hear him laugh, to enjoy his company. But your heart shattered when his only response was an exasperated eye roll. "You know what... I'm going to stay with my parents tonight. Fuck you." You spat your words at him like venom. Moving out of his way to go to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was shut you burst into tears as your breathing became erratic and shallow while you stuffed some clothes into a backpack. When you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you only hurt your own feelings, seeing the mascara and eyeliner leaving a black trail down your face, your lipstick now smudged from your crying. Of course he didn't find you attractive anymore.

You furiously wiped it all away with the makeup wipes in your drawers until you could see the natural redness of your skin from crying. Your cheeks and nose practically glowing, the whites of your eyes stained red and your eyelashes clumped together and wet. You ripped off your dressing gown and the stupidly expensive lingerie set, putting on a more comfortable and casual outfit.

Once you were sorted you opened the bedroom door, walking through the living room and towards the front door. Here you were, a crying, shaking, blubbering mess, but when you looked over your shoulder at your boyfriend, he was just sitting on the couch watching TV completely unbothered. He didn't look at you, or ask you to stay or make any kind of effort. That's what hurt the most. You slammed the front door closed just as your nose began to pick up hints of a dinner that was now burnt.

You shook the memory of that day from your mind as you pulled up to the house. That was the past, and it wasn't like that anymore. Kuroo had managed to convince you to come back, promised he would try harder, promised to be more considerate of your feelings. So far, he had lived up to those promises. Now, you had plans to do something nice for him as an early anniversary present. You had come home from work early with his favourite takeout in hand, as well as a neatly wrapped rolex watch that he had casually mentioned liking a few months ago.

An unsettling feeling churned in your stomach as you stepped out of the car, takeout in one hand and present in your pocket. You took your keys out to unlock the front door, your brow furrowing when you realised it was never locked. Kuroo had left for work before you, and you definitely remember locking it.

When you stepped inside the house the feeling in your stomach intensified, before you could even take off your shoes you noticed Kuroos smart work shoes at the door, along with a pair of kitten heels. Not yours. Your stomach churned and chest tightened as you dropped the takeout on the floor, your legs working on autopilot as you made your way to the bedroom.

An all too familiar sound got louder and louder the closer you got. Skin slapping against skin, a woman's high pitched moaning and Kuroos moans. Your hands shook as you reached for the doorhandle.

"Ngh - Tetsu, fuck," You could feel your heart being physically torn in two at this strangers mention of your boyfriends name, but that was nothing compared to what came next "tell me I'm better than her, Tetsu, who's pussy do you love?" Your hand froze, you weren't sure why but you needed to hear his answer. There was a brief hesitation from him and you actually felt... Hopeful?

"Yours, baby, I love fucking your pussy." Your lip quivered as tears filled your eyes. Your hand finally touching the cool metal of the door handle and clicking it open, the door being pushed forward to reveal the scene in front of you.

A woman you had never seen before on her hands and knees, your raven haired boyfriend furiously rutting his hips against hers with desperation. It only took a second for him to notice you standing in the doorway, immediately he pulled out of her, pulling the blanket on the bed to cover his erection.

"Y/n, wait! Please, its not what it looks like!" He called out to you as you made your way to the front door. You could hear his quick footsteps coming up behind you, your body spinning around when he grabbed your wrist.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You shouted at him, ripping your arm out of his grasp.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please just listen-" He began raising his hand up in surrender, he was completely naked and holding his work t-shirt to cover himself up.

"Shut the fuck up you piece of shit, I don't want to hear a single fucking thing from you. I'm fucking done." You say, trembling from rage as you back away from him.

"I know, just let me explain, please." He begged, but you had turned around and were opening the front door. That was until he slammed it shut in front of you, his hand reaching above your head to keep it closed. "You're not leaving, let's just talk about this!" He pleaded, his voice trembling as if he was about to cry. You whipped your head around to shoot him a nasty glare.

"You want to explain? Okay, okay, how long have you been fucking that whore?" You question, folding your arms across your chest, making sure not to touch him.

"Y/n, come on-"

"No, you insisted on explaining. Apparently you're not letting me leave until I hear your fucking explanation, so go ahead. Explain to me how long you've been fucking her." Your harsh gaze dared him to lie, and a silence fell between you two as you stared at him expectantly.

"Just over a year." He admitted, your lips thinned into a line as you nodded your head in disbelief, all the times he had sex with you between now and then flashed in your mind as you realised he had probably had sex with her and that same day come home to fuck you. His hands that so lovingly caressed every part of your body had been touching hers too. His lips that gave you such passionate kisses and told you how much he loved you did the same to her. Nausea swirled in your throat.

"I'm gonna be sick." You said, leaning forward slightly as your stomach tightened. Kuroo moved to rub your back, something that would have been comforting in any other circumstance. "I told you not to fucking touch me!" You screamed at him, slapping his hand away from you. You breathed in quick, deep breaths as you stared at him with pure hatred. He met your gaze with a pathetic look, apologetic and tearful.

"Please, I can fix this, I promise." He pleaded. "I don't want to lose you."

"No, you can't fix this. You disgust me. Looking at you makes me feel disgusted, you're making me want to throw up. I never want to see you ever again." Your voice was shaky but firm. You meant every single word. You turned to open the front door again and this time he didn't stop you before you slammed it behind you. When you opened it again he was still standing there and gave you a surprised and hopeful look, tears running down his face. "Happy early anniversay." You spat, taking the small wrapped up box that protected the expensive watch out of your pocket and launching it at him before slamming the door again.

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Two weeks had passed since your very messy breakup with Kuroo. He had moved all of his stuff out of the house, rent wise the timing was actually perfect as your contract was up in the next few days. You had packed away most of your things in preparation of moving to somewhere cheaper, so your house looked depressingly empty.

Kuroo had tried to contact you on a few different apps, but you simply blocked him on everything. You hadn't left the house for those two weeks, ordering groceries online to be delivered directly to you. You hadn't been looking after yourself at all really, you had showered for the first time since your breakup just that morning. With the TV packed away, there was nothing for you to do but lay on the couch, staring out the closed window.

Four gentle knocks sounded at the front door, but you weren't expecting any deliveries so you didn't move a muscle to answer it. However, when the knocks got harder just a moment later it brought a frown to your face as you stumbled to your feet, dragging yourself over to answer it. Your frown faded and turned to a look of surprise when you opened the door to see Kuroos childhood best friend - and one of your closest friends - looking back at you.

"K-kenma, what are you doing here?" You ask suspiciously, peering outside to see if Kuroo was around.

"I came to check on you." He answered. "Kuroo isn't with me, if that's who you're looking for." He said quietly.

"Sorry..." You apologised for your behaviour. "Uh, come in." You opened the door wider for him, beckoning him inside.

"Thanks... So, how are you doing?" He questioned, glancing around at the nearly empty house, only the absolute bare essentials remaining such as the couch, fridge, microwave and so on.

"What are you doing here, Kenma?" You ask bluntly as you ignored his question, it didn't sound rude more like you were tired. He stopped in the living room, eyeing the blanket and pillow that was on the couch.

"I came to give you this," He said, pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and handing it out to me. It immediately reminded me of the box I had thrown at Kuroo "and to, you know, make sure you're okay." He added once you had taken it from his hands, scratching the back of his neck.

"What's this for?" You question, looking down at the gift and then back up at him.

"Do you not know?" He questioned, his head tilting slightly. "It's your birthday." He pointed out, you furrowed your brows, pulling your phone out to try and click it on, only to see it was out of battery. You let out a sigh, deciding to believe him.

"Well, since it's my birthday," You began, gently placing the box on the kitchen counter, opening one of the cupboards and taking out a bottle of wine "do you want to have a drink with me?" You asked with a small smile, but Kenma knew that it wasn't your usual smile.

"Uh, yeah I guess so. Just one though." Kenma agreed reluctantly, eyeing the gift you had put down without even opening before walking over to the couch with you, the bottle and two plastic cups in your hand.

"I don't think I've ever seen you drink, you know." You chuckled as you sit on the couch, moving the blanket out of his way for him to sit next to you.

"I don't really drink." He answered, watching with intimidated eyes as you fill his plastic cup to the top.

"Well, aren't I lucky to see it then?" You laugh again before you began to drink from you cup, Kenma watching and following suit, but you don't miss the contortion of his face at the taste. "Yeah, I've never been a big fan of wine myself..." You admit, glancing at your cup before drinking some more.

"Are you... sleeping on the couch?" He asks cautiously, looking at the pillow beside your hips.

"Yep." You reply honestly. "I can't... sleep in the bed." You admit, more solemnly.

"Why's that?" He asked, taking another polite sip from his cup.

"Kuroo didn't tell you? I guess that's not surprising... Well, when I caught him cheating on me it was in our- my, bed." You explain to him.

"Shit..." He said quietly, you nod in agreement.

"Shit indeed..." You slug back the remainder of your drink before filling up your cup again, feeling your cheeks warm up as the buzz of alcohol floated around your mind. "Walked right in on him fucking her from behind." You confess, probably, no, definitely oversharing. "I never really cared for that position, but Kuroo always liked it I guess." You glance at Kenma as he finishes his drink, slugging it back like you did yours.

"Well, Kuroo is an idiot." Kenma replies as he looks at his empty cup, you pick up the bottle to pour him some more but he's hesitant "I should probably get going." Your eyes dull a bit when he says that.

"Oh, sure." You begin, the disappointment in your voice evident, and you made no attempt to hide it. "Well, thanks for coming to see me. And for the gift." You add, only remembering it again now but still not making any moves to go open it. Kenma noticed your sad tone and expression and gave a small sigh.

"Okay, I'll stay for one more drink." He caved, emphasising the 'one' as he held his cup out to you. You gave him a thankful smile and filled it up again, watching him grimace at the taste, which encouraged you to take another gulp of your own.

"So, wh'ts up with you Kema?" You slurred slightly, feeling too lazy to fully pronounce every word. Kenma shrugged in response, only now was his tense body starting to relax.

"Nothin'." He brushed off your question, his own buzz now blurring into the tipsy territory as his cheeks began to redden.

"Awh c'm on, no girls yer seeing?" You asked, and he shook his head no.

"Dated a lil', didn' like any of 'em." He confessed.

"'M sure you'll find a great girl soon." You encouraged him, putting your hand on his shoulder to comfort him, it lingered there a bit longer than it should have and he noticed. He looked over at you but thats when you removed your hand and looked away, finishing off this drink too.

Kenma ended up staying for a few more than two drinks, the two of you reminiscing over high school and college. Well, it was mostly you talking and Kenma listening.

"Yer drunk." You giggled at Kenma. "C'mon," You stumbled to your feet, wobbling a bit before regaining your balance and grabbing his two hands to pull him up "ya c'n schleep in m'bed." He brought himself to his feet, allowing you to drag him to your bedroom. As soon as you opened the door you shuddered, remember what had happened in here. Everything but the bed had already been packed away, so it looked cold and empty.

Kenma flopped onto the bed, lying on his back as his honey coloured eyes watched you. "G'night." You mumbled, turning to leave, but you were spun back around by a grip on your wrist yanking you over until you fell directly on top of him. "K'ma, wht're yo-" You couldn't even finish your slurred sentence before his lips against yours shut you up.

You didn't kiss him back straight away, shocked by his liquid courage, but honestly... being wanted like this felt good. When you did kiss him back, he seemed surprised, more surprised than you had been at his initial kiss, but you shrugged it off, tpo drunk to care.

Without stopping the kiss you moved one of your knees on each side of his legs to straddle him, brushing your hands under his coat to slide it off. You lowered your hips ever so slightly, grinding against him to feel the bulge in his jeans which worked a low moan out of your throat and directly down his.

His hands, which had started on your waist, slid under the hoodie you wore and began to work their way up your body until they felt the material of your bra. Taking the chance to deepen the kiss, Kenma did just that while he reached around and unclasped the obstacle, paving the way for you to snatch your bra off from under your hoodie.

You broke the kiss for just a moment when you felt his surprisingly rough hands cup your tits, squeezing them gently as he ran his thumb over your budding nipples. You continued to moan into him before your hands wandered down to his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it in your current state. Eventually though, you managed to pulled it out of the belt loops of his pants and began to undo the button and zip of his jeans.

"Want you t'fuck me." You whispered against his lips, feeling his dick twitch beneath you at the words. You smiled as you hooked your fingers beneath his boxers and pulled them down a bit, his cock springing free before you lifted your body to take off the shorts you had been wearing.

His moan when you grabbed his base was low and guttural, his grip on your tits increased for a second and made you squeal on surprise. You positioned yourself on top of his tip, rubbing your entrance a few times.

"Yer so wet already." Kenma hummed, but was silenced when you slowly sank down on him. He let out a quiet gasp as his head bullied its way through your velvety walls, a moan slipping past your lips. He was bigger than you thought he would be, considering his height, probably around 6.5 inches and quite thick. Kuroo was bigger, but not quite so girthy.

"Yer too thick," You huffed, stopping your descent before he bottomed out, struggling a bit with his size.

"Look a'me," Kenma cooed, placing one of his hands on your chin and lifting your head to meet his lidded gaze "wanna see yer face." His tone was encouraging, if you hadn't been so drunk you might have noticed the affection concealed within it.

His hands moved down to your hips, slowly sinking you further and further onto him. You both maintained eye contact as your mouth fell open and your brows turned up at the feeling of him forcing himself in. With a quiet squeal your hips finally met his, neither of you breaking the obscenely intimate eye contact. "Been wantin' t'see that face fer s'long." Kenma confessed.

You couldn't think about the weight of those words as your mind focused on the feeling of how he stretching you out, your body moulding to suit him perfectly as you began to rock back and forward on his dick, the pressure you felt in your lower stomach of his tip hitting your cervix combined with your own movements was incredible. Kenma seemed perfectly content to watch as you used him to get off, but even so, he slid his hand between your bodies to start rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, plese, jus' like that," You moaned, Kenma did as he was told while he also began to kiss your neck, leaving sloppy markings in his path. "I'm gunna..." Your voice was shaky as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened until it eventually snapped, your muscles all tensing and releasing, your toes curling as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, all while you creamed his dick. He let out a trembling moan as your walls tightened around him to the point of it almost being painful.

He didn't give you a moment to rest before he began to thrust into you, lifting you and bringing you back down in sync with his own movements. Your sensitive cunt trembling as he rutted into you like a bitch in heat, absolutely desperate for his own release.

"Lemme see yer tits." He breathed, it took a second for you to register what he said, but you found yourself obeying his demand as you lifted your hoodie over your head, giving him a perfect view of your tits bouncing in his face as you rode him. He slowed down for just a second before resmuing his previous pace so that he could encompass one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue pressing and flicking the sensitive bud. You wrapped your arms around his head for support, resting them on his shoulders while gripping his soft hair as he continued to use you.

"M'gunna," He hissed, his thrusts becoming sloppy and only now did he free your nipple from his mouth.

"Inside, plese, want you inside." You promptly cut him off, the words alone were enough to send him over the edge as he buried himself deep inside of you, hot ropes of cum filling you up until it began to spill out from the sides.

You both breathed each other in heavily, the fatigue and sleepiness from alcohol forcing its way to the front of your brain now that your base desire had been satisfied. You drunkenly cleaned yourselves up before collapsing into the bed together, a few forgotten words shared between the two of you.

What you weren't expecting was to feel Kenma wrap one arm around your waist and pull you towards him, the other hand he used to gently play with your hair, resting his chin on the top of your head. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you basked in the affectionate embrace, remembering all the times Kuroo had held you in a similar way. You shut your eyes and pressed your body closer to his, the two of you drifting off to sleep together.

"I love you." Kenma admitted in little more than a whisper, under the false assumption that you were asleep. Your eyes shot open but your body didn't move. Did you hear that right? He definitely said that. He probably didn't mean it though, he was drunk, everyone says stupid stuff when they're drunk. You couldnt shake the feeling that suddenly hit you like a ten tonne truck.

Regret.

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Morning came, the sun shining through the curtainless windows which stirred Kenma from his sleep, blinking himself awake. He winced at the feeling of a throbbing headache, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. That's when he remembered the events of last night. A small smile crept onto his face, but it soon disappeared when he looked beside him, expecting to see your sleeping form, but was met with an empty bed.

"Y/n," He called out with a yawn as he stretched and exited the bedroom. Silence. He walked into the living room, half expecting to see you sleeping on the couch, but you were still no where to be found. What did catch his eye was the opened present he had gotten for you, and the hand written note below it. Immediately he felt his heart drop as he approached, picking up the note to read it.

Kenma,

Last night was a lot of fun, not that I remember much of it that was a lie, but I'm grateful you came over. Sorry for being such a mess, it was pretty embarassing so can we pretend like this didn't happen? I opened your present, I can't believe you remembered that from high school. You already made me feel much better by coming to see me, so I can't accept it, I'm sorry. Give it to your next girlfriend, she'll love it (if she has good taste!)

- Y/n x

Kenma flipped the letter over, unsurprised that nothing was written on the back. He let out a sigh and put it back on the counter, picking up the small gift box and flicking the lid open to showcase a beautiful cherry blossom necklace with a gemstone centre on a silver chain.

You remembered it immediately from the time you, Kuroo and Kenma had been out shopping over the weekend during high school. You noticed it in the window of a jewellery shop, dropping hints to Kuroo that you loved it. However, nothing came of those hints. Kenma, on the other hand, had not only remembered that from all those years ago but also bought it for you. You couldn't remember the exact price, but you knew it was expensive, which was also part of the reason why you couldn't accept it from him.

Kenma examined the necklace, a frown crossing his face before he shut the lid again. For you, last night had been a drunken mistake, and while it was far from what he had imagined your first time together being like, it was the culmination of years worth of pining and love for him. You had never been just a friend to him, and he had never been anything more to you.

Sometimes, it's just not meant to be.

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⤷ bokuto. kuroo. akaashi. osamu. atsumu. suna. kita. iwaizumi. kenma.

who i don’t write for!

⤷ terushima. tsukishima. background characters.

🍓— 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 :･

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scarletevening · 1 year

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maybe, maybe, maybe [ kenma kozume ]

opened vsc for that pic

You knew it was his passion. As childish as you felt thinking so, it felt as though you were nothing next to Kenma’s beloved video games, his streaming audience. He told you he loved you so often, maybe not with words but with his action. It felt as though those small actions, like buying you a bouquet of your favorite flowers that you mentioned over a year ago, or remembering how you like your coffee, it felt as though they were disappearing. Maybe you just got too comfortable.

cw: angst, gn reader

Kenma had an ex before you. A woman named Yui, someone he meant through his frequent gaming. They dated for quite a while, and she was Kenma’s first. First kiss, first relationship, first everything. First ex, first person to cheat on him. You had been friends with him during their relationship, unaware of the peaking romance in your heart. His breakup with her brought you two closer, as you comforted him the night he found out what she did. He couldn’t even say that he was disgusted because of his insecurities. You did everything for his happiness, you fell to your knees and dropped everything for him the moment his opened his mouth.

So why couldn’t he have done the same? You were still tearing yourself apart for him but he was giving nothing to you except ignoring you, while he obsessively plays his video-games, not paying any mind to you when you enter his room. You had finished a hard project that you had been struggling with recent for school, and you wanted to share it with him again, since it was quite important to your degree.

“Can you just be quiet? I’m trying to focus and this ranked,” Your heart stung, but you just gave a sour smile, you pursed your lips and left his office. Maybe he would be willing to speak with you after his session, just wait a bit.

15 minutes quickly turned into 30, then an hour, then another. But the end of the second you had your shoes and jacket on, sighing as you lost your patience and couldn’t even keep yourself entertained. Your heart was crushed, stoped on and shattered. Maybe it would be a one time thing.

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ao3

#kenma fanfic #kenma angst #kenma kuzome #haikyuu!!#hq kenma #hq angst #break up #angst #angst fic #kenma x reader #kenma x you #ao3

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Masterlist

My requests are always open ☺️

I do prefer to write male readers, but anyone is welcome to read and request, I’ll do male or gender neutral!

I will not write smut, incest, yandere behavior, heavy possessiveness, cheating, angst (unless it’s angst to fluff)

Karasuno:

Getting Lost Can be Okay- Asahi x m!reader

Pride- Ennoshita x trans!m!manager!reader

Time Off- Daichi x actor!m!manager!reader

More the Merrier- Daichi x Suga x Asahi x m!reader

Thighs?- Nishinoya x m!reader

This Year- Suga x gn!reader

Overpowering- Part Two- AlphaTanaka x OmegaM!reader

Good Enough- Ennoshita x m!reader

Didn’t Need To- By Request! Nishinoya x trans!m!reader

Karasuno Time Skip:

Questions and Answers- College!Yamaguchi x college!gn!reader

Right Back Here- Tsukishima x gn!reader

Get Your Mans- Hinata x trans!m!reader

Family Reunions Can Suck- by request- Kageyama x trans!m!reader

Magnet- By Request! Hinata x gn!reader

Safety Hoodie- By Request! Tsukishima x trans!M!reader

Be My Boyfriend Instead- By Request! Hinata x trans!M!reader

Nekoma:

Do Your Best- Kuroo x trans!m!reader

Customs- Lev x gn!reader

Prank War- Yamamoto x gn!reader

Behavior Changes- Kenma x gn!reader

Ugly- Shibayama x gn!kuroo!reader

Nekoma Time Skip:

Pretend to Be Desirable- Yaku x gn!reader

Daddy- Inuoka x gn!sugawara!reader

Fukurodani:

Obaasan- Bokuto x gn!reader

Fukurodani Time Skip:

Reminders- Akaashi x gn!reader

Shiratorizawa:

Knock Out- Part Two- Tendou x trans!m!reader

Modern Day Love Notes- Goshiki x gn!reader

Grow Some Guts- Shirabu x gn!reader

Shiratorizawa Time Skip:

One Hour- Ushijima x gn!reader

Studio Musician- Semi x gn!reader

Date Tech:

Rejection?- Aone x gn!reader

Differences- Koganegawa x m!reader

Date Tech Time Skip:

Odd- Futakuchi x gn!reader

Seijoh:

Failed Plan- Kyotani x gn!reader

Mad Dog Runs Into an Ice Wall- Part Two- Kyotani x m!reader (Oikawa kinnies beware.)

Save Me a Seat- Makki x m!reader

That’s Not My Boyfriend- Matsukawa x m!reader

Impressions Matter- Yahaba x trans!m!reader Soulmate AU

Keychains- Iwa x gn!reader

Seijoh, Stranded, and Stressed- Kindaichi x reader

Seijoh Time Skip:

Just Tap Out- Oikawa x UFC!M!reader

Aquarium Meet Cute- Watari x gn!reader

Real Sweet But I Wish You Were Sober- Kunimi x gn!reader

Too Loud- By Request! Makki x m!reader x Mattsun

Inarizaki:

Mistaken Identity- Osamu x gn!reader

First Words- Atsumu x trans!m!reader Soulmate AU

No More Bad Dates- Suna x gn!reader

Inarizaki Time Skip:

Blind Date- Kita x gn!reader

Regret It- Aran x gn!reader

Itachiyama:

Itachiyama Time Skip:

Broken Ankle- Sakusa x gn!reader & MSBY4

His Jacket- Komori x gn!reader

Johzenji:

Johzenji Time Skip:

Wear You Down- Terushima x gn!reader

Various:

It’s Tradition, Right?- Various Characters x gn!reader

ProWrestler Boyfriend Gets Injured- By Request! Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Tendou x Pro!m!reader

Punk BF- By Request! Tanaka, Noya, Tendou x m!reader (separate)

Ships:

They Do Try- BokuAka

Buttons to Push- Kita x Aran

Requests always open ✌🏻

Tumblr is chaos.

#haikyuu #my hero academia #haikyuu x reader #my hero academia x reader #avatar the last airbender #hunter x hunter

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runa-fanfic-blog · 2 years

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You don’t have to if you don’t want to :) but could you do a part 2 to “regret” where reader moves on and Kemma is sad and regrets his decision

I got'chu, Anon!✨ Sorry it took me a few weeks to post this🙇‍♂️ Also, I tried using Grammarly, so I hope my grammar are a bit better than previous story.

@lunaaaatica, here's the second part. 💞

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{ 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨; 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝. }

- 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 -

𝙵𝚃 - 𝙺𝚘𝚣𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊 -

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐!, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝!

𝚆𝙲: 15+𝚔

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!

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- “Y/n, where did you put the diapers?”

Kuroo called out from the bedroom and the sound of a drawer being open greets your ears. You're standing in front of the stove while stirring the boiling pot filled with curry for dinner tonight. Tasting it a few times before switching the stove off.

“It's in the lowest drawer.” You answered, taking two napkins and slowly moving the pot to the table for you and Kuroo to dine in a bit. “Found it.” He replied before the sound of baby-talking started. It's the voice of Kuroo playing around with Umi, your daughter while trying to change her diaper. You smiled at the sounds and cleaned around the countertops using the napkins.

This is your life now. After that divorce issue with Kenma, it takes time for you to get used to living alone again. Of course, it would. Two years of caring for someone left a reminder. But now, another two years went by and you're living with someone who cares for you, every day and night.

Your fairytale starts anew after you married Kuroo, one year after Kenma decided to go with another person who he called his ‘True love’, and you guys divorced. You no longer care to keep him in your mind since you've got more important people in your life to think about rather than some cheating bastard.

You and he no longer talk to each other after that and Kuroo decides to do the same, saying that he can't believe he introduced you to a jerk, and so, the both of you never held any contact with Kenma again.

And well...it seems like the rest was easy.

Kuroo and You are happy now and your relationship is healthy and growing strong as the days passed by. Beautifully crafted by you and Kuroo and the newest additions to your family, your 10months daughter. You're glad it turn out like this.

“Look at this, babe! It's a mini me!” Kuroo suddenly appears beside you, snapping you out from your daze of memories. You turn towards him and see that he had dressed up Umi in his old jersey. It completely covers your daughter as he beamed and smooched her. You let out a soft laugh, looking over these two most precious beings in your world, you wouldn't want to change this for anything else.

You pull out your hands toward him, gently grabbing Umi, snuggling her with one hand and the other pulling Kuroo to the table. “I've cooked curry tonight, so let's eat before it went cold.” You told him as he sat down at the table, the smile never leaves his lips while watching you set up the baby chair to put Umi in with a bowl of mashed potato in front of the chair.

Kuroo watches you with interest while you're adjusting the chair, the smile on his face changes to a smirk. “I have a favor to ask, babe..” He starts, “What?” You replied, heaving a relieved sigh as the chair was finally set in place and you put Umi in it before setting yourself down on the chair beside her, turning your face towards your asking husband.

“Umi is getting bigger. Don't you think we should give her a brother?” He asks in anticipation, waiting for a reaction from you and you give him one as you hit his bicep twice. “Don't. Even. Think. About. It.” You bulged your eyes at him with a warning in your sight, standing up to pass him the bowl filled with rice. He cackles out as he takes the rice bowl from you and digs in with gusto.

You guys start eating in silence while you feed Umi her mashed potato before he starts again. “I'm not joking though, babe..” He drools out the words, with a hopeful look. You narrowed your eyes at him, words coming out from your eyes, not literally, but he can see them. 'It has only been 10months and you want to repeat the process? Don't you pity me?' is what he sees coming from your eyes.

He chuckles at how easy it is for him to read your thoughts. “Fine, I'll wait but no longer than three years.” He tried to compromise but did he forget that the one carrying the child is you? You sighed and continue eating. That is until a small 'ding!' from your phone takes up your attention, and you opened it up to see that it was a message from Unknown. But after reading the message, it wasn't from an Unknown at all.

“𝐻𝑒𝑦.. 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒.. 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 8AM? 𝐴𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑥𝑥𝑥, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒. ”

- 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑚𝑎.

Shock is an understatement. Just as you're about to forget all about his existence, Kenma just had to pull this bs. You went silent, catching Kuroo's attention as he raises an eyebrow. “What's wrong?” He asks, snatching your attention away from your phone. You hesitate to show him your phone but you wouldn't want him to think you still have feelings for Kenma so you turn your screen towards him.

His face falls when he reads the short text, his eyes darting quickly back and forth between you and the phone in his hand as if trying to figure out something.

“He will for sure have some business with me if he's texting my wife...” Kuroo speaks with his eyes narrowed. You sigh softly, clicking the off button on the side of your phone before you and Kuroo fall into a deep silence.

Your eyes were on him, and the expression of concern clouded your face but you didn't dare to break the silence until Kuroo did with his usual sighing. “Are you going?” He asks in a comforting manner. He knew that you being you, wouldn't want to just ignore Kenma completely. And he trusts you so he doesn't mind if you did go to meet him.

You think it over. Kenma's a jerk, but if something is happening that he chatted you up after no longer in touch for more than 2yrs, you didn't want to just push it through the window. “Will you trust me on this, Tetsu?” You returned his question with another one, and you half expected that he will be frowning over it but no, he did not. He smiles and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I trust you more than I trust myself.” He said with a soft tone, a rare tone from him and one of the reasons your heart melted for him. You lean in and place your lips on his in an endearing kiss, catching him off guard because you rarely initiate kisses, but nothing made him happier than that as he smiles into the kiss.

You pulled away after a few seconds, receiving a slow whining from him. “I haven't had enough of it...” He mimics Umi's pouting face. And you chuckle softly at it.

You lift yourself from the chair, holding onto the handrail of his chair armrests, you lean forward and rest your forehead against his, “I'm going tomorrow. Let's go together if you want.” You whisper while looking deep into his eyes and he did the same. Kuroo shakes his head slowly at your suggestion. “It's okay. I'll take care of Umi. But if he ever dares to play games on you, he will receive a visit from me.” He said softly but the threatening tone didn't go away even the slightest.

You smile down at him, kissing his forehead gently before giving him a soft peck before pulling away. “I love you.” You said, earning a bright smile on his face as he nods his head once, “Love you too...”

And you, him, and Umi continue with dinner, you and Kuroo talked about things other than Kenma for the rest of the night.

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𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 7:47 𝐴𝑀.

"I'm going, Tetsu" You called out as Kuroo stepped out of the bedroom, scratching his side waist while yawning. He eyes you a bit from up, down, and then up again before coming closer. "Don't you think you're overdressed for this?" He said as he inspected you again. Turning you around a few times.

You chuckle, putting a stop to his inspection. "I dressed as usual." You replied shortly, with your hand on his bicep to stop him from turning you again.

He scan you again, jokingly narrowing his eyes before he nodded and smiled softly, moving closer towards you and placing a quick kiss on your lips. His hands find their way into your hair, pulling you even closer to deepen the kiss, making you gasp in surprise. He chuckled lowly before pulling away to witness your flushed face that made him cackle, earning himself a punch to the gut from you, his lovely wife.

You brush back your hair in embarrassment before pointing to the dinner table. “I've made breakfast, be sure to eat it, and don't forget to feed Umi later. I'll come home as soon as this whole meet up finished. I've texted you the address of our meet-up cafe so if you ever feel like checking up on me, go ahead.” You assured him, as he passed you your bag and push you towards the door.

“I got it already, so go ahead. You'll be late.” He mused as you put on your shoes and stand up again, looking him in the eyes. “Then, I'll be going.” You said as you gripped your bag strap. He gives you a smile and a nod before waving a bit. You walked out and close the door behind you. And as soon as you did, the smile on his face fall. He didn't want to let you go meet him. But you've decided to do so. He didn't want to control your decision.

With all the trust he said he put in you, he can't help but feel scared. You're on your way to meet your first love. He feels queasy just from thinking that. Fear is clouding his mind before the sound of Crying Umi snapped him out of his trance.

He sighs, calming himself down before walking back to the bedroom, “Daddy's here, sweetheart.” He whispers before picking her up.

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𝐶𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑥𝑥𝑥, 8:11 𝐴𝑀.

You're standing in front of the Cafe's door, hesitating to push it open but realizing that you're already late, you push through and walk inside.

The interior of this cafe is so mesmerizing, that you can't help but stare at it for a few seconds before the lady at the counter greet you. “Excuse me... Are you Miss Y/n?” She asks with a bright smile. You look at her again before nodding, “Mrs. I'm married. But yes, I'm Y/n. How did you know?” You ask, stepping closer to the counter.

She smiles again before telling you that someone at the farthest table told her to give you these flowers before handing you the flowers. It's your favorite flower. And you should've felt happy receiving it but already knowing it comes from him, just made you frown. You returned the flowers to the lady before making your way to the farthest table.

Upon nearing his table, you can see his black-rooted, blonde hair already before standing in front of the table he's sitting at. Kenma looks up from his phone after noticing your arrival with a small smile of his that fell a bit after he noticed that you aren't holding any flowers.

He looks the same as you remember. Didn't change much except for the heavy dark circles under his cat-like eyes. “Sit down.” He said, politely pointing to the seat in front of him. You nod a bit before sitting down on the pointed seat.

After that, he called for the waitress and gave her your guys' orders before you start talking. “So tell me, don't beat around the bushes, what do you want to talk about?” You ask seriously, looking dead straight into his eyes that had him gulping a bit before he scratches his nape trying to get the word out from his mouth.

You stay silent, eyes not moving at all, hands on top of the table, and just wait for him to start talking.

After a few seconds of silence, he sighs, “Let's get back together?” He asks seriously with a hopeful look on his face, as he moves a bit forward and takes your hand in his, tightly holding them as you tried to pull away. “I realized that what I did was wrong. You're my true love, it wasn't her. She just wants me to make her life easier, she doesn't even love me as you do! Please come back to me, Y/n! I regretted all that I did and I'll take care of you, better than Kuro will ever manage to! He didn't deserve you as I do!”

He desperately begged, but rather than feeling pity for him, you feel like slapping him in the face with your bag as you struggle to release your hand that is in his grip but succeeds after a few pulls. You stand up with fury in your eyes as you slapped him in the face like what you thought of earlier.

Kenma's eyes widen in shock as he put a palm on his cheek that you just slapped, turning his focus back to you, trying to speak as his mouth opened and closed like fish out of water. You point a finger up near his face, you know it's rude to do so but this man doesn't deserve any respect.

“Never say that about Tetsu again! I'm happy living with him! He's someone who cares about me no matter what! Not a bastard like you who cheated on his wife, ask for a divorce, and almost left her alone to die! I'd rather go crazy than reconcile with a bastard like you who think of himself as better than anyone else. I don't need your regrets, you can take them and shove them up to your ass!"

You heave, face red from all the anger that you just released, hands balled into fists as you stare at him. A few tears already left his eyes as he look down at the table. His sobbings can be heard clearly, and even in your angry state, you know that he did regret all that he did but come when it's hard and go after it got easy is a dick move. And you won't ever give away your happiness with Kuroo and Umi for this son of an ungrateful bitch.

You move a few steps, holding into your bag as you look down on him, still crying at the table. “Don't ever come close to me and my family life again. I 𝙍𝙀𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙏 coming here today, thinking that maybe you're in trouble with some sort, but seeing that you're still the same, only thinking about yourself and not the people around you make me want to vomit.” You said in spite, turning around towards the cafe's door, not even turning back once even at his shouting, telling you to wait, “Please Y/n! I love you!” is the last thing you heard before stepping out of the cafe and starting your way home.

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𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. 8:54 𝐴𝑀

You stand there, thinking back at what just happened at the cafe. To think that Kenma still acts like that pissed you off so bad. You shake your head a bit with your soft sigh follows, before you open the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you and taking off your shoes. “I'm home.” You said softly before the sound of hurried steps greet you and you see Kuroo poking his head from the door with shock in his eyes.

“That was fast...” He uttered slowly, stepping closer to you with Umi in his hands, and his shocked expression earlier changed to a concerned one as he scanned your face. “What happened? Did he do something to you?” He asks as he lifts your chin to stare into your eyes. You shake your head, “He's a jerk that will never change. ” You whisper before sighing.

Kuroo nods before giving Umi to you with a soft smile on his face. He knows you the best. The only beings that could instantly bring up a smile on your face are him and Umi. And you did smile and give Umi a soft peck on the forehead and start walking inside before Kuroo hold you to a halt by standing in front of you with his usual smirk and pointing to his forehead.

You laugh, as he bends down to your height and you kisses him too. "Enough?" You ask, to which he shakes his head. "It will never be enough," he said in a low whisper, and pull you closer by the waist and whisper again in your ear, "I take back my words last night. Let's give Umi her brother now..." Before pulling you into your guys' bedroom and locking the door.

And just like that, whatever it is, is going on with Kenma, you and Kuroo instantly forget about him. He doesn't deserve a space in you guys' minds so let's hope his 'True Love' take care of him.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

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ℝ𝔽💜🌸

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