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taekozuyang · 1 year

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the line between us

⭒ suna rintarou x fem!reader

⭒ tags: fbw to lovers (?) | angst | love triangle | emotionally constipated suna | ARAN APPEARS HERE and he's the only person with actual braincells, we love him for that

⭒ wc: 5.1k

ㅡafter the stunt pulled at the party, you find yourself with an answer you seeked for but wished never had to know.

a/n: a repost (tho i took down the first one hours after its release) bc i finally, for the love of god, proofread this. it's not perfect but it's the best it can get. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this. sympathize with me, cry with me. goodluck ;)

the drabble i based this off | part 1

the morning has been dragging you out as though you could sense every student's wasted energy from last weekend's party. even you have not recovered from the events that unraveled that nightㅡalbeit, a particular blonde made it almost unforgettable. he made it clear to leave a receipt, a topic to gossip about on a sober monday morning.

"you're dating y/n?!" the blonde announces in an obnoxiously loud voice.

to be fair, how could not one's ear be piqued by a controversial statement? even you, the subject of the news, had your eyes goggling at osamu's twin, the infamous blonde setter who broke the news to everyone, miya atsumu.

osamu peels his head away from the fake kiss to look at his brother with a face you could imagine, embarrassed or worse horrified. his face instantly beats red, which does not help at all because it made him look guilty. in a snap, everyone's eyes were on you. a spectacle in a midst of a bleak university life.

"since when?! i thought you guys were just friends?" as atsumu pressed it became more complicated.

if osamu denies dating then the plan will collapse in a matter of seconds all because of his brother's nosiness. besides, osamu is concerned about you. he knows that putting a label on a romantic relationship is a concept hard for you to grasp. he does not want to make you feel uncomfortable by insensitively claiming that you both are dating. thus, the best response he could muster is to divert the attention.

"what's with that ugly expression on your face?" he insults him with his biggest pride (aside from being one of japan’s best setter) "and what's it with you if i am or am not dating (y/n)? it's not like you don't know her."

as atsumu theatrically gasps out loud, his drink spilling over the rim of his cup at his sudden movement your eyes gravitate toward the far corner of the room so easily as though being with him for more than a year or so made you instinctively find him in a crowded room. all faces turn blank as you spot him standing alone with a cup in hand and eyes locked with yours. he neither moved a muscle nor stray his focus from you. instead, he stares at you as if the argument between the twins and the loud music in the room vanishes into white noise. he was hard to read. he appeared as if he was the person you first met, and not the one you spent rainy days in bed, clothed with nothing but his arms around your naked waist.

in the end, osamu was forced to give a vague answer to redeem the situation. "maybe, we're dating. maybe, we're not." up until today atsumu has no idea of the truth.

no one knows the truth of your petty revenge.

today, you thought of giving back to osamu by baking him snacks during the food laboratory. it's a recipe you came up with for a project. you made it a point to make more than you are required so both you and osamu can share, like you always do. bonding over food has become a thing between the two of you.

monday is the only time of the week when you do not share a class with your friend and the only chance you get to meet him is when you cross paths at the corridor, which happened just now.

"samu!" you greet from a distance, your free hand waving at him. osamu reciprocates by flashing a smile.

"hey." he says, catching his breath as he jogs toward you. "do you have class after four?" he asks. when you utter no, his face lights up. "can you please do me a favor? my professor messed up my schedule."

"sure, as long as it's anything within my capacity," osamu lets out a relieved sigh.

"here," handing you a camera in his hand, you can already tell what it's about. "i promised tsum to record their practice game today at four but i couldn't since my professor is calling us for an unannounced consultation."

"this technically works in atsumu's favor." you arch a brow making the other pull the corner of his lips upward.

"i know my brother is a bit of an ass but i want to support him. i'm pursuing my passion and so does he, and he supports me with my cooking. i do not want to let him down today since this practice match is important to him and his team. so, technically..." he copies your wording endearingly as he suppresses a smile (how can you say no at this point??) "...it is important to me too. It’s a favor that works two ways, me and atsumu's but i'd say more of me since i do not want to get an earful from him when we get home so can you do this for me, please? pleaaase?"

you playfully roll your eyes as you say a half-hearted, "fine."

"yes! thank you! thank you!" osamu leans forward to catch you in a tight embrace. he pulls back to look at you at an arm's length. "i'll do anything to pay back the favor."

"you don't have to."

"no, i insist."

"samu, honestly, i'm in debt. i have to pay you back twice for the party last weekend."

"hm?" osamu angles his head to the side. "that's not a favor, it worked to my advantage too." you blink at him twice, confused if you heard him right.

"what?" but just as you asked, he shoves the camera in your hand as he walks past you.

"unimportant, bye!" he waves goodbye, leaving you baffled as you peer at both of your hands full of... wait... the food!

"samu, wait! the snack!" you lift a tight container in the air. "i baked these for you!"

instantly, osamu runs back to you with a grin that reaches his ears as you open the lid of the container. he takes a piece and bites large, enough to fill the sides of his cheeks. he thanks you hurriedly and wastes no time by briskly walking back down the hallway. a few steps away, he turns to look through his shoulder,

"ginger and cinnamon?! you're a mad scientist! when did you become a fan of cinnamon? it's on your every dish but it tastes good so i have zero complaints! thank you, (y/n)!" his comment makes you chuckle out loud only to be abruptly stopped by a realization that came after his innocent words. at that moment, your heart sinks gradually and silently into the depths of an open sea. it makes no noise, no signs of falling into a trap of nothingness that slowly turned into a tinge of pain. unable to grasp, your legs remained unmoved.

cinnamon.

he loves cinnamon.

on days spent with you, suna basks himself in the warmth of your apartment and fresh bakes. he told you that he loves cinnamon and you find it telling of his personality. like a cinnamon scent, his outer physique holds a hint of spice and mystery, one that reels you in. but as you devour it, rolling it at the back of your tongue and savoring every ounce of its taste, you relish sweetness. it is him, in every aspect, it is him.

osamu leaves you to your thoughts as the gray-headed misses to take a cue from your running mind. you are far more affected by suna than you thought. you were used to orbiting each other's ecliptics that losing him means losing your balance. it takes it in you to harden your knees and turn your feet into motion. when did you end up being so emotionally affected by someone?

you empty your mind as you walk to the gym, debriefing yourself on the task at hand. when you arrived, the volleyball team is already doing rounds of warm-ups as the visiting university settles their things on the other side of the court. atsumu immediately sees you as he turns a lap, face contorting into a confused look. soon, he approaches you before the practice game begins.

"i'm samu's sub." you say when he nears you.

"how kind of you. is this your way of putting your best foot forward so i can approve you as my twin's girlfriend?" you almost choke, almost. right, he didn't know. you make a mental note to tell osamu that he should let his twin know or else his mouth will cause you both a problem.

"but seriously," atsumu takes the water bottle next to you then uncaps it before taking a gulp. he takes the bottle away from his mouth and speaks. "take care of samu. he may appear unfeeling most of the time but he's a 'lil softy inside. when we were young i cry out loud in front of many making me the expressive and loud twin while he remains the calm, emotionally stable one. though i always catch him crying alone in our room."

atsumu is beginning to believe that you are officially dating his brother and something about what he said puts a weight on your shoulder. although bringing you as his date to the party to show it off to suna is his plan, you do not want to hurt him in any way possible. if your pretentious act will stir him into an issue he does not want to be involved in, you have no one else but to blame yourself. after all, he did it for you.

a man walks up to atsumu and before he could utter a word his eyes met yours. a subtle surprise makes his brow twitch as he sees you holding the miya’s camera.

"you're here." aran states the obvious.

"yep, i'll record the practice match. oh! speaking of i can send you a file too just give me your email."

"sure, it's ojiro underscore-" you cut him off, smiling to him shyly.

"no! there's no way i'll remember that. send it to me over sms. i think you have my number."

"do i?" he asks though it seemed as if he's asking himself rather than you. he shrugs, "if i don't i'll ask rintarou."

a prominent pound in your chest vibrates through your ribs as his name is spoken. You have lost grip on the situation before you as you ponder. why do you feel this way? he’s meant to be just your fuck buddy, a man that warms your bed when the night feels cold, nothing more. but why... why do you feel this way?

"your ex." atsumu fails to read the room. aran side-glances him as he damps his face with a towel.

"we were not dating." you point out with gritted teeth. atsumu is once again intrigued.

"'were'." he repeats to himself. "right, 'cause you're currently dating osamu." aran looks at you then back to atsumu then back to you again obviously eavesdropping. just when you thought his mouth will cause you and his brother a problem, he brings it to you the earliest possible. aran is suna's closest friend. if there is anyone who knows suna like the back of their hand, it is aran.

taking a swift glance at aran who is currently busy folding his towel, thus you take this chance to round your eyes at the blonde and point to the man next to him using your eyes. with a forced smile, you wish for atsumu to take a hint. "you know what tsumu, let's talk about it some other time."

he looks at aran briefly before turning to you with his brows pressed to the center. although hesitant, atsumu nods. "alright, you and samu need to explain a lot of things, and you guys might need time too. i don't mind waiting, okay? just in the meantime please be gentle with him. and don’t tell him I said that!” he points at you defensively making you laugh.

“aw, aren’t you a sweet brother?” as you tease him, the deeper the creases on his face appears making his the top of cheeks round like steamed buns.

ultimately, atsumu leaves you to your task as he jogs to the court for the practice match. aran, on the other hand, did not say anything about you dating osamu but instead said his thanks for recording the match.

by the time the practice match ended, the sun has long set. even though tonight may be the ideal time to walk back to your apartment under the shadows of moonlight, the heavy rain pour stops you. worse, it won't let you go home. you left your umbrella at your place again, a bad habit you have since. hence, you're stuck at the sports building. the only way for you to go home without getting all soaked up is through atsumu who is still in the meeting with their coach which takes hours to finish including the allotted time for a cool down and stretching and tidying up the court or you can wait for the storm to pass by which may also take hours or a day even since it shows no signs of stopping.

having left with no choice, you bounce on the balls of your feet as you stare outside. the loud splatter of rain on the roof and cement deafens your hearing which made it impossible for you to hear the footsteps coming from behind. an oversized leather jacket drops on your head, therefore, snapping you to divert your attention at the source. before you could see the person's face, his voice says it all.

"you never bring your umbrella." suna says, walking past you with a hood over his head and hands tucked inside the pocket of his pants. he spare you a look as the image of him blends in with the rain.

it was the first time he spoke to you since the event at the pumpkin patch. the day you never felt the same.

you reach home half-wet and half-not. the bottom of your legs down to your feet is soaked making the feel of your shoes and socks icky from rain but from your waist up to your face is dry thanks to suna's leather jacket.

upon entering your apartment, a dilemma keeps your feet glued next to the coat rack. you do not like seeing a piece of his clothing that line his silhouette out in the space where you can see at any point in your small apartment but you must hang it or else you will leave droplets of water on the floor. call it pathetic but you do not want to be reminded of him. remembering him brings a wave of emotions you are not accustomed to, one that you have not completely deciphered yet.

torn, you leave it on the floor. shriveled into a pile of black making it hard to recognize as a piece of clothing. that is not the best solution and you should not be doing this but it works for now. satisfied, you leave it at your doorstep as you head to your room to change.

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what was once a daily chore for suna suddenly turn foreign to him after a prolonged time of abstinence but it does not miss the fact that his body still knows how to pleasure an expectant doe beneath him.

"fuck me in the face, suna." the girl from his class drags her lips from the column of his neck down to his collarbones. when she attempts to suck on his skin to leave a mark, suna pinches her nipples as a punishment.

"i said no to hickeys." suna glares at her and all she could do is whine and pout her lips. but when he was with you, he would let you do anything. he would let you pepper his skin with bruised kisses, marking every inch of his body and oddly suna became fond of it. he looks at himself through the mirror with traces of you after morning and mornings could not be better than it was. having realized what he is thinking and feeling pathetic to reminiscing about you in a midst of having sex, suna lowers his body to the woman. to cloud his thoughts, he hovers her completely about to shove his cock again into her sensitive pussy when she stops him mid-doing so.

"not now, it hurts. you fucked me hard i can't take another round." the edge of her manicured nails graze softly on his jawline. the other hand scratching his back down from his shoulder blades down to his inner thighs. "but if you let me..." suna groans from the touch of her hand around his length. she teases him more by moving her hand slowly up and down. she caresses his tip using her thumb which causes suna to shut his eyes. his reaction fuels the girl's confidence, therefore, sliding down beneath him and between his thighs, arms pressing his waist down to her face.

suna steadies his balance by holding onto the headboard of the bed. his body gains its motion, banging his hips against her face, cock deep down on her throat. wet moans escape from his lips as she sucks harder, lips tightening around his hardened cock, and tongue dancing at every thrust he gives. lust and pleasure build in his core which pushes suna to gain speed. choking noises and groans fill the small room as the girl begs for more and suna gives exactly what she asks.

though he is reluctant to admit it, the past few days of shared awkward glances and cold shoulders have taken a toll on him. he should not be disappointed because who you are to him should be nothing more than friends with benefits. but something about how you carried yourself to the party, hand anchored over some guy's arm as you giggle at whatever lame joke the miya told you that he couldn't easily brush off. more so when you looked at him from a distance like a stranger and not a person whom you spent more than a year with.

drooling on suna's precum and her saliva, the girl's soft cries tangles with his stuttered breathing. Her jaw tenses but when she feels suna's thigh tense and his hips jerking, a sign that he is about to cum she welcomes every thrust. she wants the infamous suna rintarou of the fine arts department to cum at her disposal.

meanwhile, he blocks any thoughts of you in his head as he focuses on cumming in her mouth. albeit, the girl encourages him as she closes her lips around his digit. soon, a rush of intensity overcomes his body. he shudders as his thighs constricts and lose strength. It is not long when he finally reaches his orgasm. it takes a few lazy pumps in her mouth for him to ejaculate. the girl swallows as she searches for his eyes. however, suna’s lids are shut as he leans his face on his forearm resting on top of the headboard. he takes his softened cock from her mouth before lying on the bed beside her. not a few minutes in, his phone rings to a call. suna curses under his breath as he is forced to push himself up. due to lack of strength, he slides from the bed to the carpeted floor to reach for his phone tucked inside the pocket of his pants scattered on the floor.

"hello?" he says in short breaths.

"so, it's true." the boy says without a context making suna pull the phone away from his ear to read the contact name. it reads 'ojiro aran'.

"about what?" the girl crawls up next to him, kissing the back of suna's ear.

"about (y/n). damn, i thought you were reading things wrong."

"what about her?" just as suna asked, the girl cooed for him to come back to bed, trailing kisses on his neck to lure him to cuddle her.

"jesus fucking-, i heard that. i heard that! you know what. nevermind." a sound of a ceramic cup hitting the wooden center table resonates from the other line along with aran's frustrated tone.

"no, no, don't hang up." suna utters hurriedly before covering the microphone of his pocket device. he turns around to mouth "i can't." to the girl. he takes his boxers tossed near his pants only to be rendered to a deflated beat on the other line.

aran did hang up.

suna was quick on redialing his friend's number and to his luck, aran answered almost immediately.

"don't leave me hanging." he gathers his clothes on the floor before heading straight to the bathroom.

"if i hear another moan from a girl i fucking swear i will not answer your call again."

"it's barely a moan but yeah, yeah, whatever. she's not here." there is a short pause at the end before aran asks, voice threading on thin ice.

"that girl... that isn't (y/n), is it?" although the answer to it is obvious, it took suna a couple of seconds to respond. last month he was enjoying a free taste of a muffin, cookie, a bun, and more all with the soft kick and aroma of cinnamon. with you time seems to slow down, watching movies, fucking until both of you are breathless, and talking about random things until sleep finds its way on your lids. but now is different. he stands inside an acquaintance's bathroom with a fresh scent of lemon and sweets, far from how he remembers you.

"no." suna utters in a low tone.

"on a scale of one to ten, how fucked are you? how can you mess this up?! i was rooting for you guys!" suna remains silent as he bites on his molars. aran begins to narrate. "she was at the practice game this afternoon and saw her talking to miya. i approached them and she asked me if i wanted the file, volleyball stuff. anyway, after that atsumu was damned serious about the topic they were talking about. you know, i can only count the times he was serious about something using one hand, volleyball included."

"were they talking about the incident at the party?" suna sits on the toilet cover as he listens intently.

"i am not sure if it was regarding that night but atsumu was asking (y/n) to take care of his brother since they're dating. i'm starting to believe something is going on between osamu and (y/n). i mean, (y/n) doesn't date, just like you, and for her to ‘date’ osumu… hah! this is a stretch for her. she even took osamu’s spot as a recorder at today’s practice match." aran waits for him to say anything but the other kept his tongue stuck to his throat. the boy asks. "have you talked to her?"

suna mumbles a weak "no."

"why not?"

"i don't know! she's not texting me!" frustrated, suna's voice increases in volume.

"well, have you tried reaching her?"

"no!"

"then, you're officially stupid! all you have to do is ask her why. is that hard to do?! for fucks sake you've slept with countless women but you still have zero ideas on how to deal with them?!" aran argues which heats the conversation even more.

"exactly! i only fuck with them but i never..." lost with words and unable to describe moments with you, suna curses out loud. "fuck this! fuck me! i fucking hate all of this!"

the boy with parted raven hair storms out of the apartment of the girl he barely remembers the name of and lets his feet take him anywhere. he never minds the heavy downpour of rain over his head. his thoughts are running fast, jumbled, and tangled into loops. aran's narrative and advice ring through his ears as doubts and feelings of betrayal resurfaces. out of all men in this world, you're dating someone whom suna kept a keen eye on. he was certain osamu had feelings for you long ago but you refuse to believe, teasing him about old foe jealousy. suna wasn't jealous. he can keep up with his lifestyle of sleeping with multiple women without feeling sheer jealousy when they turn to somebody else. it is something that never bothers him, or so he thinks.

his confidence is shaken when he finds himself knocking on a familiar door.

changing to comfortable oversized clothes and having a warm meal is not quite enough to change your thoughts on suna's leather jacket. you eye the innocent clothing lying on the floor begging to be picked up and hung over the hook like the others. if the jacket could speak it would have shouted at you to treat it fairly like the others on the rack.

"but your owner is a prick," you speak bitterly. great, now you're talking to a jacket. what's next? his shirt in your drawer? his phone number? his pictures on your phone? this is beginning to feel like an actual break up and it's causing you energy. you don't want to deal with these kinds of problems, mainly the reason why you never commit to a relationship.

when you were about to turn your face away from the front door, soft knocks on the door echoed.

"coming." you shout monotonously, dragging your feet to the door and freezing when the lights flicker. the thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, and unstable electricity power makes the scene before you like a deja vu of a horror film. after all, who the hell is visiting you at ten in the evening? and on a freaking stormy monday?

unlocking the barrel and twisting the knob open, you hesitantly pull on the door. behind it is the last person you expected. drenched and quivering in the rain and cold but he does not seem to mind or rather notice. however, his eyelids peel open when he sees you at the doorstep as though he, too, was clueless and surprised to see you.

"what are you doing here?" with a wide-eyed gaze your heart pounds in your chest. this is the first time you ever to talked to him in weeks.

"i-, a-are you," he stammers, swallowing thickly to regain his composure. he starts on the wrong foot. "why are you ignoring me?"

"rin, it's-" he cuts you off abruptly and fear comes alive when he asks.

"is it true? are you dating osamu?"

"listen, rin. i think you should-"

"tell me!" he shouts, a nerve on his forehead protruding from tension. "do you like him?! have you fallen for him?! do you imagine him as we fuck?!"

"NO! GOD, NO!" you scream. the sky rumbles and a harsh gust of wind swirls the trees into a stoic dance. the storm is with you. it unleashes wrath so you do not have to lose control. on the other hand, suna loses it.

"THEN, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!" at that moment, you too fell into the pit of wrath.

"AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KISS HER IN FRONT OF ME?!" as if the rain is not enough to fill the gutter with pools of rainwater, the clouds burst. gradually, water breaks through the edges to rush through the drainages, like your tears that had overflown your lids, forming streaks of rivers on your cheeks.

your silent cry snapped suna back to his senses, stunned that he had made you cry. he did not intend to confront you in an argument nor did he wish for the situation to worsen, but in a matter of a minute or so, he made it happen. He runs his tongue over his dried purple lips and catches you off guard when he closes the gap, hand meeting with the side of your face. his thumb catches a tear as worry replaces anger on his face.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you cry. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he hushes you with a soothing voice. both of his hands on your face holding you like a fragile ornament ready to break anytime pressure is applied. the tip of his nose brushes against yours as your foreheads connect, and he dips in. a pair of cold lips touch yours in a prolonged peck before he draws back.

"kiss me back." yearning laces in his voice that almost convinces you to do just as you were told when he leans to steal another kiss. he urges you to move your mouth with his but he is left to an unmoving pair. he pulls back just enough for him to speak. "why won't you kiss me?" he pleads in question so gently that it breaks your heart.

"i can't." you lower your head down, unable to meet his gaze.

"why not?" his lids flutter open as he tilts your chin to search for your eyes.

"i can't do this with you. we have to stop."

"i don't understand." his thumb rubs circles on your cheeks and his brows pulled lower.

"it's not the same, at least for me."

it all makes sense now. everything that you felt from the day you saw him kiss a woman at the pumpkin patch to having him hold you in this manner. how thoughts of him perceiving you similarly to every other girl he slept with burn holes in your chest. how he made you feel special, how he treated you special. how he kissed no one but you, touched no one but you. in a dreamlike glimpse, you were convinced that you are more than just a body count on his list. that maybe, he felt it too. maybe, you are an exception. maybe, he can feel for you too.

"i'm greedy. i'm selfish. i'm not the same." you mutter, brows pressed gently to form a crease on your forehead. you lock eyes with him. "i want something you can never give."

in finality, the heavens wail for your broken heart. for a second you thank a friend for crying with you, holding you through your first heartbreak. and you hoped that as the storm past by, it washes off the pain that left your heart.

then, all of a sudden just before your mouth opens to speak your final words, the electricity in your apartment went off.

a temporary silence,

a temporary death.

breaths together in a still room,

you bleed your heart open.

"i want all of you."

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Genre: good ol’ fluff with a sprinkle of angst | social media au | romance | strangers to ?? to ??? | i love akaashi MOVE

Status: On Going, might be 10-15 chapters long idk it depends

Synopsis: Kenma, a streamer you are a fan of, sends a message to a wrong number (you). From then on, you both find yourselves growing fond the anonymous person you have never met before.

a/n: some of the interface of fake twt and imessage might be inconsistent. for eg, later chapters might have japanese texts on the side-writing this story, before i had japanese as my phone’s language so sorry! but it doesnt affect the story or anything. also, i recently changed phones. i was a samsung user so some of the emojis might be inconsistent with the later chapters cos im using an iphone now! anyway, as i said any inconsistencies wont affect the story. just a quick heads up

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Sincerly Yours,

tsukishima kei; angst

“If you're reading this, my worst fear must have happened.”

Rain mocks Tsukishima as it slithers from the roof of his tinted car down to the steep glass that separates him from the rest of the world. The events tonight are heavy, leaving a wrenching pain in his chest even though he had everything planned. Emotions and reason are quantified and rationalized and yet he did not expect to feel this way, not when he’s reading a letter from you–the one you gave him before you left the cafe.

“Ironically, I wrote this at my happiest moment with you. You’re sitting across from me in the living room, my feet on your thighs as you busy yourself with a newly purchased book. You don’t even notice me looking at you and smiling like an idiot in love. Well, that is true. I am an idiot for loving you.”

Tsukishima couldn’t remember the last time he had a hard time reading words. Every phrase numbs his senses, losing control over his trembling hands, and restricting his air ways making it hard for him to breathe. All he could focus on is the prickling sensation on his palms and his racing heartbeat. Why are you always so unpredictable?

“You burnt your tongue on a miso soup I made tonight. It was my first attempt to recreate your mother’s speciality and you were so excited to critique that you missed my warning. You cussed in different languages at the sudden burn and I couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes I forget that deep within you rests an innocent child. I want to take care of you; of course, for as long as you allow me. Tell me, do you remember today?”

Unable to hold it in, Tsukishima chokes on his tears. His pale cold hands cupping his mouth as if to swallow back his sobs. The memory of you in his apartment, wearing an apron way too large for your size and the determined look on your face, eager to woo him with your amateur cooking skills. How could he forget? You looked ridiculous as you complained about the confusing cooking instructions on google. He snuck a photo of you in his small kitchen, your back to his as you take a sip from the wooden ladle. It was his wallpaper for the next three months. How could he forget? How could he forget the first time he wished for a future with someone. Waking up next to you every day, warm showers together, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. He was never this way with anyone before.

“Why didn’t we make it?"

Tsukishima wallows in despair, tucking the letter away to the dashboard. His forehead meets with the steering wheel, body forfeiting on the burden of breaking up. His hand clutches onto the paper tightly as though he was holding your hand, afraid that losing grip will slip you away.

“Was I not enough? Was being with me not enough to make you happy? I always tell you to pursue happiness even if it means leaving important yet unhealthy things in your life. Perhaps, in your present day, I am one of them. I’ll never blame you for ending things. You might think how could I be so sure that you’ll be the one to break us up? I have never told you this, at least from the time I wrote this, with you I have always been certain. I want to grow old with you. But things turned out differently for the both of us, didn't they? Even so, thank you and for the last time, I love you, Kei.”

He tosses his glasses to the seat next to him, pressing the pads of fingers on the socket of his eyes. “Stop.” He utters between sobs. The rain has now completely framed the windows of his car. The loud pouring on the metal hood silences the rustling city. He’s alone, listening to his pointless wails.

“Sincerely Yours,”

a/n: writing with my uterus. ah i miss writing angst.

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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Could I request the “i like being close to you. you’re warm“ prompt for kuroo? Maybe the reader isn’t really affectionate so it means a lot. Thank you!!

your touch burns

ㅡkuroo tetsurou is not used to physical affection, not from you.

as he scans the congested room for your familiar face which rendered him to no avail, kuroo figured that he has once again fallen into one of your tricks; that beneath your amiable smile are empty words framed to delude him. how could he miss it?

you told him that you'll be at bokuto and akaashi's place for their engagement party at eight thirty but as kuroo flicks his wrist, tugging the sleeves of his fitted button up polo to reveal his lavish watch he snorts. eight thirty my ass. the hands of the wrist watch tells him that it's five minutes before nine. if only without the watchful eyes of possible investors, business partners, and renowed athletes kuroo would have rolled his eyes countless times.

his grip tightens around the glass of wine before he brings the rim to his mouth. his bottom lip touches the cold glass as the bitter after taste of the old wine warms his throat. the coach of MSBY notices him from a distance and instantly kuroo regrets making eye contact with him.

"kuroo-san! what a rare sight for a busy man outside working hours!" the coach walks towards him, his hand in the air ready for a handshake. at the exact time, a person who should have arrived half an hour ago finally decides to show up.

the two hour long drive from your workplace to the couple's house is not enough to mentally prepare yourself for what you are about to deal with. kenma couldn't make it today since he has an important commitment to attend to. sue him for leaving you to carry the responsibility of interacting with strangers, but not just strangers but high-men and women of Japan's leading industries on your shoulder. if the gamer is here, socializing would be much bareable.

you and kenma know that in your circle of three, kuroo included, that the latter has the skill of keeping conversations whereas the two of you are nothing but a decorative sort next to the him. since the famous streamer is not attending, anxiety that comes with meeting new people builds in your stomach.

fortunately, the first pair of eyes you meet upon pushing the main door of their house open belongs to a close kin and owner of the humble home.

akaashi keiji.

"(y/n)! i'm glad you could make it." akaashi greets you with the biggest smile almost that it brightens the room, but not nearly as glimmering as the silver ring wrapped around his finger.

"congrats on the engagement!" you cheer, glancing at his ring finger.

a slight blush forms on his cheeks as akaashi touches the silver emblem. "all these wouldn't be possible if it weren't for you. thank you, our cupid."

"tsk, you and bokuto would find your way into each other even if i didn't step it. i was a mere catalyst and not a cupid. all i had to do is point out the obvious heart eyes bo is shooting you that you, on the other hand, were oblivious to."

"i thought that's how he treats everyone in the team. kou has a kind heart, i wouldn't think he's treating me special 'cause he's good to all." the corner of akaashi's lips tug upward as his memory brings him back to high school when he played as the ace's setter.

"but you were wrong." you retort.

"and you were right." his smile grows. he continues. "by the way, you should stay the night. the long drive back home is not safe at this hour. kuroo will be sleeping here too."

you consider akaashi's generous offer. the writer is right. other than the long drive, exhaustion from work and the party may lure you to slumber. besides, tomorrow is a weekend it wouldn't hurt to spend it with old friends to catch up with.

"sure, i'll take the guest room." akaashi pauses at your response.

"kuroo is already taking it. you can sleep at the other room although it's a bit smaller than the guest room. don't worry i'll put away some boxes to make more space for you or you can make arrangements with kuroo, switch rooms i mean." akaashi knows you, you dislike tight spaces and you're uncomfortable of the feeling of being isolated in a small room.

"no, it's fine you don't have to worry about that. i'll sleep with him" you wave your hand out.

"in the same room...are you sure?" eyes studying your face.

"yeah, it's fine. it's just tetsu. he always seems to be an exception to my rules, anyway." as you nonchalantly shrug, akaashi's other half steals the scene.

"(Y/N)!" bokuto's voice rings from a point far from you. his spikey grey and raven hair sticks out from the crowd aside from the fact that the man is built larger than the average person making him easier to spot in a packed room. "i'm so happy to see you!" his built arms wraps around your body as he lifts you off the floor. and when he puts you down, he realizes that despite his enormous hug you didn't make an effort to return it.

"still not a hugger?" bokuto raises a brow as he pouts his bottom lips.

"i can give you a hug but you should tell me in advanced so i can mentally prepare myself." you suggest which makes akaashi chuckle.

"you're like a goat, (y/n)."

"why a goat, love?" bokuto turns to him in question.

"some goats freeze and fall over when they're startled. the condition is called myotonia congenita if i'm not mistaken." akaashi explains as his eyes turns crescent moons. pure admiration dust his glowing face.

"myo- myota- myoto- what?!" bokuto endearingly tilts his head in confusion thus earning a heartful laugh from the other.

"come here." akaashi coos and cups bokuto's cheeks. the latter bends his back to level his gaze. "darling, aren't you cute?" he says, before placing a kiss on top of his nose.

"alright, i had enough. i'm going home." you jokingly say in a bitter tone. there's nothing more that could make you devastatingly single than two love birds in their own bubble in front of you.

"aw, (y/n) you should not lose hope! i'm sure one day you'll find your soulmate. oh! OH! i have an idea! maybe you should start dating!" bokuto suggests as if it isn't the most obvious way to get into a relationship. if finding and dating someone is as easy as saying it then you would have been married by now.

"i'm not as lucky as the two of you. finding love at first shot? couldn't be me." you curl your lips. bokuto sympathizes with you as his brows press together.

"(y/n)." akaashi suddenly interrupts in a calm tone almost that it sounded serious. you hum in question as you lock eyes. "kuroo is talking to MSBY's coach over there for a while now. he might need someone to pull him out of the coversation." he cheekily winks.

without second thoughts, you brush shoulders with every visitor in the room that blocks your way to him. you murmur excuses as you keep the back of your target on lock. getting closer to him, his voice becomes audible. the resonating deep laugh coming from him is the only thing you can hear as though the room falls silent. you notice him shift from one foot to the other, a habit formed since he started working with men who take hours talking and also a cue that he's growing restless.

thirty minutes late and yet you're the prince to a damsel in distress.

"goodevening sir, sorry to interrupt your conversation but may i excuse this gentleman for a minute?" your appearance startles kuroo but to him what's even more surprising is how you took the initiative to step into a conversation.

"sure! sure! anything for gorgeous person like you." the coach walks out, holding his belly as he chortles.

even though your plan worked smoothly, a sharp gaze at peers at you. "eighty thirty, huh." kuroo says leading you to a spot where there less people. his hand burns at the curve of your back. it's barely a skin-to-skin contact but you can feel the warmth eminating to the fabric of your top and to the small of your back.

instantly, your mind goes blank.

"you should be grateful i'm here." you attempt to stray your thoughts from focusing on his touch but the burn is too much for you not to notice.

"i actually am. how's the drive?" it does not help that kuroo simply agrees with your teasing. it flutters your heart knowing that he's glad to see you here. you missed him so much.

a man in his late thirties bumps into your shoulder, a hint of alcohol lets you know that he isn't in the right senses to steady his feet. though you forgive him for being careless, kuroo does not. he gives the tipsy man a knowing look and the latter easily catches on making him utter an apology before swaying his way out.

"stick closer to me." it isn't a request but a command for you to do so. kuroo has always been protective of you although he's often the first to playfully bully you when an opportunity comes.

his long slender fingers glide from the edge of your shoulder down to your arms, gently he presses your body closer to him as he leads you to a spot. at this point, it's even harder to ignore the blaze that sets on his fingertips. has he always had this effect on you or was it the heat from the crowd that is making your cheeks flush? as you wonder his perfume clouds your thoughts. he still wears the perfume you got him on his birthday last year.

"so, how was it?" kuroo asks once he halts next to an empty couch in front of a fireplace. your body grow cold when his hand detaches from your arm leaving a trace of warmth.

"what?" you blink at him confused.

"the drive here, i was asking about it. were you listening?" he shoots a brow with a sharp tone.

you were but your focus was elsewhere.

"it's fine. it's exhausting." you attempt to tear your eyes away from him but before you could do so he gestures for you to sit.

kuroo follows suit but he stares at you like an ornament he has never seen before. his keen eyes studies your face which rendered you suddenly conscious. "are you sick? you look beat red."

"yes, no, i mean n-no. i'm not sick." you turn your head to look at the fireplace but you could still see him staring at you from your peripheral vision.

"let me check." kuroo places his hand over your forehead. he runs his tongue inside his mouth as he makes a call. "your forehead is cold but your cheeks..." suddenly, he cups your cheeks with both of his hands. "they're hot."

caught off guard, you slap his hand away from your face as you glare at him. unable to stand his intensed gaze, you scowl while looking at the fireplace ahead of you. nevertheless, kuroo chuckles. he knows you don't like being touched without your permission and you know it too well that he cupped your cheeks on purpose just to make fun of you but little did he know that you're scowling more than because of his unconsented touch. you're baffled with the way your pulse is acting.

the surge of blood travelling through your nerves is not helping. unpattered breathing gushes out from your mouth and you wish to the stars above that kuroo doesn't notice because if he does, you have no idea what lame excuse to tell him.

swiftly, two women around your age sits next to kuroo on the couch. the two greeted the man with friendly nods before sitting in poised manner, nothing that you could pull off. kuroo is famous to women and more than that, when the prominent business man is aware that the woman is interested in him he loves to flirt. it is mere trivial to say that the two girls next to him find him attractive as they whisper to each other and steal glances from him from time to time but the apple of their eyes, kuroo, has his attention poured out to someone else.

you.

for the first time since the burn of his touch clouded your mind, you had the courage to meet with his eyes. when he was about to say somethingㅡmouth opening, you cut him off with tug on his sleeve.

"come closer." your eyes holding his stare. kuroo gulps as he finally shares the heat. when he scoots closer, you place the side of your head on his shoulder. you could feel his body tense at the sudden affection but he didn't do anything to stop you. you shut your eyes to simmer in his warmth. "i like being close to you. you're warm."

"should we cuddle later in bed?" his joke backlashes when you answer him yes without missing a beat. he bites on his molars as you snake an arm around his.

"i missed you." your mouth suddenly utters but before you regret saying those words, kuroo replies in softer tone.

"i missed you too." he says as he lays his head on top of yours.

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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hii ! hope you're having a wonderful day

could I request a scenario for Kenma and his fem!s/o that is actually a streamer ? she's very admirative of him but doesn't want to appear on his channel nor have any promotion from him so that she feels like she deserves her small community !! if you'd like to add a few hc or other ideas you're absolutely free to do so ! as a small streamer I'm really curious about what their dynamic would be like :D

–🎙️anon bc having a signature is coool

streamer!kenma dating a streamer

a/n to 🎙anon: thanks for taking your time to request, love. i hope you like this! (i'm vsnsbs i don't know if i did well but-) also, i absolutely i adore the signature, hope to hear more from you soon! :)

streamer!kenma has millions of viewers on twitch and youtube. his videos go viral and his tags effortlessly hit the top trending list on twitter but his identity outside live streams remains a mystery, except for you.

streamer!kenma is very much different from who is when the camera is on his face. some claim that he is secretly an outgoing guy who spends his spare time on clubs (similar to many gamers out there) or a serial flirt who can easily woo a woman. their fantasies turn him into their own versions of a "hot" man.

but for you, streamer!kenma is truly 'hot' when he is freshly out of the bed, dragging his feet to the kitchen, and instantly smiling at you when he sees you flipping eggs. he is hot he wraps his arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face between the crook of your neck and shoulder, mumbling "goodmorning" against your exposed skin before sealing it with a kiss.

streamer!kenma is also hot when he's awkward, like a cat with its tail tucked between its legs when strangers come up to him. he absolutely hates taking photos yet you find it adoring that he considers doing so for his followers. on top of that, you love seeing a soft blush on his cheeks whenever he gets shy when someone comes up to him screaming and babbling about how they love him. on the other hand, he goes all out when someone recognizes you. he proves to them that he is your number one supporter, pulling out his phone to insist on taking a photo of you and your viewer. to him, it is a question why people are drawn to him but to you it's obvious. in his perspective, you are easy to love and your comfort is what reels people inㅡthe main reason why he fell for you.

streamer!kenma doesn't get why you refuse to appear in his streams. he isn't aware of the impact he has in the gaming world. to him, he's just a regular guy and his mere existence won't make any difference. but he loves playing games with you and since you can't play together in your streams he came up with a sneaky plan. when he knows you're live he uses his "not-so-obvious" other account and takes advantage of it. you know his other username besides his official one even if he denies it's him. i mean, how can you not know when he's literally using your pet name for him? apparently, "kdzapplepie" requesting to join you in combat does not scream kenma... it does. hence, he joins you in streams using his cover ups but he knows that you know but he still does it anyway.

streamer!kenma likes watching you do your lives. he sits behind the camera, mouthing to you words as side comments. like, when you tell your viewers that you suck at using a weapon/character he immediately waves his hands in the air to call for your attention before mouthing "i don't think so babe." causing a smile to your face. your small community noticed it beforeㅡside glances, giggles, and smiles. they know you're with someone when you play games. some even asked if you can show them who it is or tell something about them. they are intrigued about your personal life and frankly you like to keep it that way.

streamer!kenma loves in private and so do you. you would rather make memories with him without the suspecting eyes of outsiders. you love the idea of being the only person to know how he looks at you when you show him your new dress, how leaves a soft peck at the back of your hand after intertwining it, how he gets annoyingly clingy when he gets sick, or how he professes his love to you through a whisper. you are selfish when it comes to him. everyone can love his online version, but only you get to hold his heart.

a/n: streamer kenma.. i'm weak :') i'm screaming, crying, and rolling on the floor as i type this.

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taeyamayang · 3 months

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MAIN CHARACTERS

age: ?

occupation: 8-5 office worker, probably handles paper works

ㅡcasual gamer and a fan of ceo and famous streamer kozume kenma who goes by the screen name kodzuken.

age: 26

occupation: young ceo and a well-known streamer.

ㅡhas over 900k followers on twitter, mostly gets thousands of viewers per live streams. majority of his fans are curious of his private life since he comes off as mysterious. honestly doesnt have anything interesting going on in his life

SIDE CHARACTERS:

On Y/N’s Side:

age: 26

occupation: chef and owner of Miya's restaurant

ㅡalways rants about his 'obnoxious' celebrity althlete twin yet he keeps memoriabilias of his game matches displayed on the walls of Miya's. one of his regulars claimed that he once saw the young chef smiling at their picture from hs volleyball club.

age: 26

occupation: coffee table photographer

ㅡalways out and about travelling and taking photos. since he’s always out, he gets homesick and misses y/n and osamu A LOT although he denies it.

On Kenma’s Side:

age: 25

occupation: novelist, editor, and publisher

ㅡobsessed with ticking boxes on his to-do list. people would often describe him as subtle and reserved but only his closest peers knows how sharp his tongue is

age: 26

occupation: employee at Japan Volleyball Association

ㅡalways has a witty counter. his stature is, without a doubt, a head turner and he knows it. initiates to lighten the mood although sometimes his attempts only worsens the situation

age: 26

occupation: professional volleyball player, MSBY's outside spiker

ㅡthis man lives through life day by day. has child-like qualities that are admired by his peers and he definitely knows how to cheer one up. must protecc

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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hi i’m sugu. i would like to join the 365 days event. i would like an smau with geto, gojo, and izana. smth like reader confessing to them and reader turning off their phone cuz they’re embarrassed/shy n the characters’ reactions to that. thank you!

hey sugu! thanks for joining the event. i had fun doing izana's since i have not written much for him yet tho i really like him. i hope you enjoy this!

jujutsu kaisen: gojo & geto

tokyo revengers: izana kurokawa

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taeyamayang · 5 months

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REPLAY 2003

CHARACTERS: Tsukishima Kei × fem!reader × Hoshiko Ito (oc)

TROPE: enemies to lovers

ㅡGIST: your unforeseen reunification with your long-time nemesis, Tsukishima Kei, forces you both to open wounds that never healed.

✧ NAVIGATION: golden lust eyes / the star and the moon / the king and his game / peachy

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MORE THAN WE COULD EVER BE

a/n: a very personal piece. close to crying as i sip on the tea he gave me.

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x reader

THEME: angst, hurt, confession

Time comes tailed with unwanted thoughts. You find yourself unconsciously halted by realizations that was once never there. They, the thoughts, were new, yet a sense of familiarity ominously haunts you like a predator behind tall grass waiting for its chance to grapple you, unaware and whole. A gradual and torturing realization of losing grip of your meticulously crafted life. A path weaved by your self-centered desires and inhibitions, all of it ruined by a simple nod. A nod of recognition; a greeting of “hey, we meet again.”

It was a harmless reunion but somehow you were made to believe that it was something more. Perhaps, you are a fool for believing in a higher order. A lover of destiny and soulmates–a hopeless romantic, if you must. But how could you blame your naive mind when his touch effortlessly eroded your edges? His words reminded you that you are more than your rigid plans and achievements, that you’re more than just a person living up to other people’s expectations, and that you, too, are allowed to feel affection, warmth, and possibly, love. He carried your worries like he was part of you, invading your enclosed world as though he has always meant to be in it. And before you know it, you’re searching for him.

He’s raw. He feels, he cries, he laughs, and he loses his mind over the simplest things. He’s human. In the moment he let his guard down and shows you a side of him he protected from the keen eyes of the watchers, he became the person you longed for; a person who expresses in a way you couldn’t and accepts your irrational thoughts and vulnerability gently like a shattered glass in his hands.

All he is is what you lacked, and all you are is what he sought to be,

and instantly, you were each other’s person.

You recount the nights you both sneaked out just to see each other. Dinner with him was the best, and you remember it so well. Stolen glances turned to long yearning stares. You remember the night you had it rough and he was all you could think of. He went out of his way to give you comfort and walked with you under the moonlight and behind the shadows, watching you with unjudging eyes as you crumble in defeat.

How he pulled you close under an old tree and embraced you like no one ever did. He was careful, words whispered in your ears to remind you that you have him. His hands were on the small of your back and the side of his face pressed to your cheeks. You remember getting lost with him, unexpectedly traveling to the other side of the city and to the countryside with no idea how to get there and home. You can still feel his damped button-up polo that you wore when the rain wouldn’t stop. He was intent on keeping you warm despite him being equally drenched and cold. It was the first time you let loose of control, letting the present decide for you. You can still remember the taste of the donut you had on that same day. It was sweet, nothing like any pastry you had before.

But at the back of your mind, you also remember how Oikawa thanked the heavens and the gods for meeting you again but only promised you today. How he thanked you for bringing out his inner child but at the same time telling you how much he hated who he was in the past. How he was so sure of you the night before but forgets about it when the morning rises. How he looked back on memories from two weeks ago as if he was reminiscing on something lost when you are still there, under the tree on the night of July, between his arms, and with only his voice breaking the stillness of the night.

Were you the only one who felt it was real?

Your thoughts circled in your mind in a leisurely and painful way, slow and dragging as though you are supposed to feel every inch of the knife stabbed in your chest. A long sigh is all you could muster as the voices from the group of friends you came with drowned beneath the anchoring waves you long stared at. You watch the sea pull and crash repeatedly in an unending cycle and somehow you empathize with it.

The sand buries Oikawa’s feet as he uninvitingly sits next to you. He might have finally noticed your disappearance after enjoying himself with drinks and chats.

“What are you up to?” He asks innocently, cheeks flushed from alcohol.

“Wondering if I have a place in you.” is not what you said, instead you masked it with a generic, “Enjoying the view of the ocean. It’s breathtaking at night.”

“It is,” he responds, hiding a cheeky smile behind a can of beer as he takes a gulp.”It’s breathtakingly dark. I can’t see shit!”

His laugh is contagious enough that even your agonizing realizations were pushed back momentarily. Until hurt came tenfold, gripping your chest. You couldn’t hold yourself back.

“Oikawa,” you utter, tears pooling on your lids.

It’s a mistake to be so honest and bold. Yet, for the last time, you let yourself lose control,

With him, you’re not in control.

The waves crash.

“I’m falling for you.”

a/n to x: you were and are amazing. thank you for being my muse, but is that all you could ever be in my life?

a/n: heck, this a depressing way to say i'm back to writing lmao but i hope you guys liked it! -pea

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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CHARACTER DETAILS / START GAME

THE STARS ALIGN

ㅡan otome-style interactive fiction wherein you play as (y/n). the plot and the character (y/n) ends up with are solely dependent on your choices. (taglist open)

♡ POSSIBLE PAIRINGS: Daichi Sawamura x reader | Miya Atsumu x reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x reader | Tsukishima Kei x reader | ? x reader

♡ SETTING: University

♡ TAGS: tooth-rotting fluff! | otome/reverse harem | romance | interactive fic | cliché tropes/dynamics

♡ GAME RULES:

↬ after every end of the fic, there will be a poll and readers are encouraged to participate

↬ ofc, majority wins so no hard feelings if your choice doesn't win!

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REPLAY 2003

CHARACTERS: Tsukishima Kei × fem!reader × Hoshiko Ito (oc)

TROPE: enemies to lovers

ㅡGIST: your unforeseen reunification with your long-time nemesis, Tsukishima Kei, forces you both to open wounds that never healed.

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Maybe it was just you but the air suddenly thickens and Tsukishima’s gaze is sharper than ever. Could it be because you have known him for quite a number of years to know the miniscule changes in his mood? Or could you be overanalyzing details again?

“I’ll play the first game!” Ayumi pipes in, raising her hand as she volunteers. Tsukishima approves by nodding his head and counting her in the group.

“We need one more player for the first game.” Tsukishima leads the team.

Ayumi, then, puts her arm around your shoulder before declaring, “(Y/n) has good mind and body coordination.” She advertises as though she’s a businessman endorsing a product to a quality much higher than it actually is. Unfortunately, the man she’s trying to rope in has his own plans.

“Nope.” Tsukishima flatly contradicts. “(Y/n) is with me on the third game. She is a good runner. She is better for the relay.” The group falls silent and Ayumi slowly puts her hand down in defeat.

You couldn’t interject and deny his claims because it’s actually true一your body is built for endurance and speed. Although he sounded too confident that he appears to have known you long enough to be so sure of his judgment of your physical abilities.

As the captain of the team, Tsukishima leads the strategic planning and everyone in the team is busy putting their ideas together. Well…except for one. Ayumi eyes you with a dubious look, connecting dots in her head.

“Oi,” She couldn’t keep her curiosities to herself and nudged you using her elbow. “First, Hoshiko acting like your boyfriend and now Tsukishima is your personal coach? You must have a history together. I mean, he knows you.” Your friend narrows her eyes at you.

“Acting like my boyfriend is a bit of an exaggeration, Ayumi.” You clear your throat and pretend to keep your focus on the person in the team currently speaking.

“Okay, whatever, now you’re dodging the topic.” She wriggles her point finger at you. “What is he to you?” She presses not letting you off the hook.

“You know what?” You finally turn to face her. “Just keep your head in the game and stop playing detective on me, alright?”

“Not if you don’t act suspicious.” She retorts in a bit louder voice which consequently catches the attention of the team leader. Tsukishima stares at Ayumi. Sending her a nonverbal warning was enough for your friend to seal her lips. She mutters a quiet ‘sorry’ as she bows her head in guilt.

“Kei’s currently in the zone. I advise you not to cross a line with him.” Instead of taking your advice, the situation worsens as Ayumi loudly sucks air through her mouth as realization from your careless mistake sinks in. A hand covers her wide parted lips as she peers at you with a shock evidently painted on her face.

She couldn’t control her reaction as she practically screams, “First name basis?!” And it was then she realized…she’s doomed. And so are you.

Tsukishima abruptly turns to the both of you. His jaw clenches and his eyes colder than the night of winter. You pull Ayumi by her forearm making the latter cower in fear. She hides her small figure behind you like a puppy. You give Tsukishima an apologetic smile, enough to wrench your insides in disgust.

“(Y/n).” Tsukishima sternly says as he does not break eye contact.

“I know.” You bore your eyes at him. Satisfied, he shifts to look at Ayumi.

“Are you done?” Ayumi gulps in fear before nodding.

“Y-yes, sir.” She stammers and accidentally calls him ‘sir’ in panic.

After the tension subsided and the teacher whistled to commence the games, you can’t help but snort out loud. “Sir?” You say between laughs, slapping your thighs.

“Shut up. He's intimidating, okay?” She says through her teeth. “And it’s your fault to begin with. If you weren't so secretive about this…about you and him or whatever the hell is happening between the two of you then I wouldn’t be curious about it.”

In an instant, something inside you shifts like a bubble of unwanted feelings bursts and contaminates your head. Your memories from the past lurches like a tidal wave engulfing and pulling you down into the depths of the sea and the only thing you are able to do is to fixate your eyes at a point ahead.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to tell you. It’s just that I couldn’t.” Telling a soul about what happened seven years ago is like going through the same experience all over again. It’s painful to scrub a wound that never healed.

Realizing the weight of the memories it brings to you, Ayumi understands and embraces you in a tight hug, pressing the side of her face against yours. “You don’t have to when you’re not ready, or you don’t have to tell me at all. I'm sorry if I pushed it too far.”

You whisper back, still caged in her arms. "It's okay. You didn't know."

After seconds of what seems like a lifetime of a warm embrace, Ayumi looks at you at an arm’s length. “Just…tell me one thing.”

You can sense the playfulness in her voice making the corners of your lips pull into a smile. “What?”

“He’s not your ex-boyfriend, is he?” Ayumi never fails to make you laugh at depressing situations. She knows exactly what tickles you.

“Boyfriend at ten years old? Man, I’m thriving.” You joke.

“Heck, yeah. Go off, queen!” With that, Ayumi links arms with you as you both laugh your heads off.

The seven members from your group that participated in the first game played harmoniously hence, garnering the first point for group one. Yamaguchi’s gameplay is worth mentioning. His body coordination, athleticism, and flexibility lead the other team scuffling to close the gap on the last set of the obstacle course. However, in a tug-of-war, Hoshiko's team proved their team’s alliance by winning the second game which fueled Tsukishima’s hunger to take the final game.

Right now, both teams are preparing for the final round and everyone is on their toes. The winner for the final round will be the determinant of which team dominated the games. Excitement and the pressure of being part of the third group awakens your adrenaline. You can't remember the last time you were eager to win.

As you are making your way to your starting line, Hoshiko approaches you with a playful grin clad on his face.

“The cleaning tools are in the basement.” He winks. Nonetheless you find his attempt to mock you more endearing than threatening, making you chuckle.

“Wow, you scouted the area already? I never met someone so prepared to lose.” You don’t miss the chance to bicker. Your lighthearted bickering with Hoshiko is interrupted by an unimpressed blonde coming into the scene.

"In your starting point, (Y/n).” Tsukishima towers over you. His head held up while his eyes pin down to you.

You crack your neck up to meet his gaze before muttering, "On it.” Then, he walks away like nothing happened. Way to break the mood, you think to yourself as you internally roll your eyes.

“I’ll go now.” Hoshiko waves you goodbye, jogging to his starting point as he shouts. "Break a leg!" You wave back at him with a teeth showing smile.

Tsukishima is the last runner for the racing relay and you’re the person before him. So, the only thing you have to do is to outrun the player from the other team and pass on the baton to Tsukishima. Easy. Glancing to the other team, you figured Hoshiko is also the last runner for his team. Basically that this is a battle between two brooding men and their pride.

The teacher asks the players of both teams to be on their feet. Once everyone is ready, he blows the whistle to commence the racing relay. Both first runners of the two teams were at the exact speed. However, the second runner of your team is quicker than the other team thus making your group take the lead. You watch the crowd go crazy cheering for their team and it reverberates into your chest as you feel your heart pound against your ribs.

It’s only the second player running, obviously victory cannot be secured yet. The basketball player from the other team easily closed the gap between two teams and eventually they took the lead. The fourth player of each team was on steady pacin with your teammate inching the gap. Therefore, once again, both teams are in a close fight.

On the fifth player before you, the runner of your team was a tad bit faster than the other team. Still, the pressure on you grows as you watch your teammate run towards you. Preparing your stance, you crunch your body. Your left hand is behind you, finger uncurled as you wait for the baton to land on your plan. And when it did, you were on a roll.

You run as fast as you can. The air hits your face and takes every strand of your stray hair fly with the wind. Your brain has taken auto-mode and all you could see is Tsukishima looking at you from a distance. He occasionally nods at you in encouragement, eyes focusing on nothing but your face.

So, you run, and run, and run to the point you lose control of your lower body. With absolute no control, your right ankle twists inward making you lose your balance and eventually fall on the ground. The side of your face hits the grassland, your arms failing to catch you before the impact. You didn’t realize you were screaming until the game stopped and everyone was huddled in your spot.

“Aw! My leg! It hurts so bad!” Tears brim your eyelids as you hold your thighs with both hands. Your body coils into a ‘c’ as the pain from your leg travels to your hips.

Hoshiko is quick on his feet and kneels beside you. “(Y/n), where do you feel the pain?” When you don't answer him, he takes your face gently with his hands, cupping your cheeks in a soothing manner. “Look at me, where are you hurt?”

You finally look at him, your face distraught and in pain. “M-my ankle.” You try to swallow a lump in your throat but fail when you are met with his doe-eyes, peering at you with worry and care. “Hoshi, I think I literally broke my leg!”

Hoshiko rallies his eyes from your injured foot to your face and holds back a laugh. “(Y/n), wait. I don’t think it’s broken. You might have sprained your ankle.” He points at your toes moving as you adjust your upper body. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not painful so let’s get you to the clinic.”

Hoshiko is about to hook your arm over his shoulder when Tsukishima steps in.

“I’ll take her to the clinic.” Tsukishima looks at the two of you through his bottom lashes.

“I can do it-”

“No, I insist.” Tsukishima cuts Hoshiko off mid-sentence.

The focus of the situation shifts to the two of them, two boys holding their ground. They unwaveringly hold each other’s eyes as if the first to break eye contact is the weaker one. Hoshiko lets out an air through his mouth, eyebrows pressed together as he wears an amused and confused half-smile expression while Tsukishima remains unmoved.

“Don’t be stupid boys.” The old man calmly breaks the ice. “Call for a clinic staff and get a stretcher. Let’s leave this to the professionals. You don’t want to break her other leg, eh?” The teacher chuckles, rubbing his belly and shaking his head. “Ah, youth.”

The class representative immediately runs to the clinic to do exactly what the teacher said and soon enough you’re being carried in a stretcher.

You had to spend the rest of the class period in the clinic and getting your ankle treated. Hoshiko was right, the doctor confirmed that you didn’t break your leg. You sprained your right ankle from the bad fall. Albeit, you’re advised to take a rest and wait for your first random visitor to take you back to the classroom.

Your first visitors happen to be Ayumi and Hoshiko. They hurriedly ran to the clinic as soon as the bell rang to check on you. Hoshiko brought you a bottle of juice as a treat.

“I didn’t know what to get you so,” Hoshiko hands you an apple flavored juice of your favorite brand.

“Thank you! This is my favorite brand!” You beam at him as Hoshiko uncaps it like a true gentleman.

“Really?” Hoshiko’s cheeks burn feather pink, smiling to himself. “Is apple flavor good?”

“Actually, I prefer peach flavor but hey! The apple flavor isn’t so bad. Besides, it’s your effort that counts the most.” You hold his forearm to squeeze it lightly. “Thank you, Hoshi.”

Hoshiko hides the growing smile on his face as he cups his nape with his hand. He gazes at you with endeared eyes.

“Anything for you.” He says.

Ayumi and Hoshiko, mostly the latter, help you walk to the classroom. He suggested carrying you on his back but you didn’t want to burden him. So, you anchor your arm around him as you slowly limp every step.

The first person that you see in the classroom is Tsukishima, lost in thoughts as he holds a bottle of drink in hand and blankly stares at it. He loses focus on the bottle in his hand when he hears noise coming from the doorway. It was you, limping and grunting.

Tsukishima watches you make your way to your seat, one arm on Hoshiko’s shoulder and your other hand holding a bottle. When your eyes land on the drink in his hand, he quickly uncaps it for himself.

“You’re back.” He speaks the obvious before standing up. He takes a gulp from the bottle as he looks at you. Bringing the drink down, you notice that it’s the same brand Hoshiko brought for you but it’s peach flavored.

“Don’t hurt yourself again.” He says before walking out. You keep your eyes on him as he trudges out of the classroom and tosses the half full juice bottle into the trash can.

a/n: the burn is back! i enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoyed reading as well!

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could i req some enemies to lovers with hanma please

tw: violence | harrassment (not hanma, we're not romanticizing that here lol) | smoking | cursing

ㅡholy fuck i enjoyed this. thanks for requesting.

Sweeter than Wine

many of your peers are wondering as to how came to know a lanky boy with sin and punishment tattoed on the back of his hands. it is no secret to the locals of your neighborhood that the boy means nothing but trouble and you, on the other hand, is very much like any high school student out there. clearly, you live in different worlds, but your fates have been intertwined ever since 6th grade.

you were told by twelve year old boys in your class that you have a face that begs for teasing. back then you didn't know exactly what it meant but gradually you understood as a group of boys in your class started picking fun of you.

apparently, having rounded cheeks and doe-eyes come with consequence. the group of boys was led by your classmate, Hanma Shuji, who also happens to be the kid who sits behind you in class. he was the alpha of feisty youngsters, the mastermind of pulling pranks and causing trouble at school. at first, you tried to ignore them until, eventually, their antics became part of their daily routine and you got sick of it.

your mom always reminded you that revenge is never the key to attaining peace but how can you sit back and do nothing when other kids laugh at your expense?

so, one day when he was persistently pulling your hair and kicking the backrest of your chair during recess time to the point you couldn't enjoy your snack, you finally reached your breaking point.

you abruptly stood, pushing the chair using the back of your legs. the shrieking sound of the metal feet of the chair against the tiled floor had everyone's eyes pinning at you. and to your surprise, your hand gains its own mind, landing a strike at the side of his face rendering his head to harshly turn to the side. your action caused loud gasps from your classmates but your petty fight with him didn't end there.

your bottled up anger fueled your fingers to reach the roots of his hair then hauling him to the ground using all of your strength, and without anything anchoring him on his desk he helplessly fell on the floor. you take this chance to trap him between your knees as you violently tug his hair.

"you're crazy, you're crazy, YOU'RE CRAZY!!" six grader hanma scream-cries as he attempts to push you away from him.

"YOU'RE A SON OF DEMON! I HATE YOU! DIE!!" you pound his head on the ground as he kicks himself free from your pressing weight.

the fight didn't end well as you were both sent to the office and was suspended for days. albeit, for the first time as a goody-two shoes, you didn't regret hurting him. in fact, the fight and pranks between the two of you did not stop until graduation came.

currently, you are studying at a high school near your place and as for him, rumor has it that he dropped out of school in junior high because of personal issues. although your paths took different turns, being almost-neighbors with him did not hinder you from running into him several times a week.

you heard of his reputation and you are aware of the shivers he gives to people when he passes by. nevertheless, you are not fazed by it. perhaps because you knew him for six years or because you live in the shrouded area of the town. your neighbors are not from affluent families and some of them has strayed from society's norm.

much like, Hanma.

you see him in many occassions; when he is wearing a gang uniform, blooded and bruised, carrying a wounded gang member on his back, and sometimes sitting on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette. you meet eyes with him but neither of you takes the initiative to greet.

today, you walk alone in the dim-lit street. the flickering lights and mist cloaked road add to the eerie feeling of your neighborhood. despite of the fact that you lived through the rowdy behavior of your neighbors, the constant fear of being harrassed keeps you alert. you are used to digusting stares, catcalls, and whistles of strangers and bystanders but you can't stand the idea of someone coming up to you to grope and touch you. frankly, you don't know what to do when the time comes.

hence, now, you walk with caution, gripping onto the handle of your shoulder bag in case someone charges at you. so far the streets are empty but a burning pierce from behind you tells you that someone is following you. it has been this way recently especially when you're walking home alone from school at night. however, the stalker seem to leave you off the hook once you're near your place and for the record they never attempted anything malicious.

as you cross an intersection and into a block where your house sits, you see a familiar man perched at the sidewalk. between his fingers is a cigarette and on his other hand is a branch from a tree. mustering up your courage, you walk briskly yet at ease (so he wouldn't sense your fear and take advantage of it. a trick your mother advised you).

he reeks of alcohol the moment you take a step in front of him. he blabbers outloud like he's talking to someone until he notices you and your school skirt, smiling sleazy he calls out.

"Oi, spend a night at my place, will ya? give my shoulders a massage and I'll you the best night of your life." he chuckles at his dirty humor.

you continue in your tracks as you ignore him as best as you can but he pursues his crude tactics as he takes the edge of the stick in his hand to the hem of your skirt. he lifts your skirt and lowers his head to peek at your bottoms but stops midway when a heavy footsteps followed by a hand wrapping around the collar of his shirt disrupts him. the intruder pushes the drunk man against a post. he coils his fingers around his neck tightly causing the nerves on his temples to protrude; while you're trembling and frozen in place unable to let out a scream.

"do you know who i am?" the boy grips on his neck tighter. "fucking know your place." he spits on his face before shifting his hand to the drunk's cheeks then squeezes it. the man finally looks at him and horror fills his face. he grows pale by the sight of the man pinning him down. with fear, he looks away but the intruder turns his head to face him. "remember my face, and the next time you mess with her i'll put you in your deathbed. paralyzed and useless, slowly dying from pain and agony. i'll make sure you regret laying your eyes on her."

he lets go of the man and the latter scrambles away in fear. the intruder approaches you in a quick pace. you want to turn around and face him but your feet have grown roots connecting the ground.

"why didn't you do anything?! where did your all-knowing mouth go?! you almost ripped my scalp years ago you should have done the same thing to him!" his mention of the incident and the familiarity of his voice, you are certain that it's him.

It's Hanma Shuji.

you twist your neck to look at him and for a long time you were able to see his features upclose. his hair dyed in blonde and pushed back. his cheeks high; brows and lips are embedded with scars. yet, the look in his eyes never changed. it's still him. your eyes begin welling in tears from the aftermath of the stranger's harrassment. you're voiceless and all you can do is to look at your old schoolmate and enemy with frightened eyes.

the creases on his face softens as he watches you struggle. his eyes study you and he notices your shaking hands. with a bite on his jaw and a long drag of sigh, he catches you off guard by pulling you by the wrist. then, freeing you from the shackles keeping you in place.

no words were said afterwards, not even when you reached home safely as he waits for you to open and lock the front door of your apartment.

"i'll walk you home." he mutters as you stare at his hand gripping lightly around your wrist. his touch is feather-like and you're surprised that he's able to hold someone with such tenderness and caution. drawing your eyes down to your connected hands, you notice the character inked at the back of his hand.

punishment, you read with your eyes.

since that incident, whenever sees you walking alone at night he tails behind you. although his intentions are sincere it sometimes gives you panic, he would chuckle and say,

"i won't hurt you. i have broken enough limbs today. i don't see the point of breaking yours too." and when you are stunned by his words, his roars amplify.

"i'm kidding," he continues, teasingly. "or am i?"

"Hanma!" you turn around and scream. a grin, or smirk, or some sort crawls on his face.

"finally, you spoke! i wasn't wrong afterall, you still remember me." his smile along with the dangling earring on his left ear glimmers akin to the bright full moon. "nice to meet you again, (y/n)."

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