Beginning Of The End

Beginning of the End

pairing: Suna Rintarou x F!Reader

angst to fluff

WC: 3.1k

synopsis: when Suna begins to spend more time with his close friends, including his new sickeningly sweet manager, you start to wonder if you’re not as important to him as you thought.

content/warnings: neglect, mentions of beating up (no one gets beat up), jealousy, insecurity, no use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything!

you make your way towards the gymnasium with a giddy smile as you hum the lyrics to Apple Cider. it’s a boring Thursday afternoon, and while you had the option of going home immediately, you figured you’d stop by Rintarou’s volleyball practice. after all, you’d baked some brownies and thought it would be a fun surprise for the boys.

you peek your head through the door to ensure no volleyballs are going to attack you, before slipping in and running towards the benches. you notice Suna spot you with his intense stare, and you give him a smile paired with a wave in response. he waves back before focusing on the rest of his practice.

you manage to get some work done throughout the hour, not disturbing the team as you know how serious the sport is to them. by the time you’ve finished your homework, they’ve begun to pack up and head to the locker room.

Atsumu, however, wipes his sweat with a towel before walking towards you.

“Hey, [Name], how are ya doin'?” he asks you with a crooked grin.

you finish zipping up your backpack before looking up, “I’m doing okay! Just waiting for Rin.”

he nods understandingly as the rest of the boys walk out, dressed in fresh clothes and looking much less… stinky. Rintarou eyes you and Atsumu as he lazily stalks over, draping an arm over you and pulling you close.

he bends down and kisses your temple, “Hey, baby. What’re you doing here?”

you pause, looking up at him unsure as you are aware of the presence of his team members. “I was waiting for you. I was thinking we could go back home together and watch a movie?”

he lifts his arm to rub the back of his neck. “Sorry, today the team is going out for dinner. Maybe tomorrow?”

you ignore the pinch in your heart at the lack of an invitation, but you justify it as it is a team dinner. and make no mistake, no matter how close you were, you were not part of his team.

“Oh, okay.” you murmur with an awkward smile. you look towards Osamu who stands off to the side, “Hey, ‘Samu, I made my brownies again since you all loved them so much. Here.”

you reach out to give them to him as he rips open the lid and stares at it with heart-eyes. he looks back to you, “Thank ya so much [Name], ya sure ya don’t wanna dump Sunarin for me? I could eat these for the rest of ma life.”

Suna immediately wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest as he glowers at Osamu. you giggle as Osamu merely raises his hands in mock surrender. the rest of the team digs in, including Atsumu who you notice still hasn’t changed. but that was none of your business.

what was your business, was the pouty messy haired boy in front of you who looked like a sad puppy.

“Hey. Where’s mine?”

you smile fondly, before unzipping your backpack and pulling out a neatly wrapped bag of brownies. they were decorated with caramel drizzle and mini sprinkle hearts.

Suna lights up at the sight, gently grabbing it from your hand and kissing the side of your face. “Thanks.” he whispers, causing you to shiver at the low tone.

“Should you all be eating brownies when nationals is just around the corner? I thought you’d be more strict about this, Kita-san.” a gentle voice comes from behind. you look over and find their manager, Akira, as she frowns at the team.

Kita looks thoroughly scolded as he stares at the brownie in his hand, his cheeks puffed out as he stops chewing.

your brows furrow as you notice everyone stop eating. you force a smile, “I thought it would be fine since it’s been months since I gave it to them.”

Atsumu nods as he finishes chewing, licking his fingers once he’s done. “Yeah, don’t worry about it Akira, yer new so ya don’t know this, but [Name] always bakes for us. It doesn’t hurt to have somethin’ sweet once in a while.”

she sighs, a dimpled smile coming onto her face, “I suppose you’re right, Atsumu. Well, when are we leaving?”

your face drops at the we. who is we, you begin to wonder. the team? her? everyone here but you? you clench your fist as you inhale quietly. you turn to Suna with a smile.

“I’m gonna head home before it gets darker, have fun at your dinner.” you kiss his cheek before placing your bag over your shoulder and leaving, uncaring of the fact that your exit was not the nicest.

perhaps this was the beginning of the end of your and Suna’s relationship. looking back, you should’ve noticed something was wrong. but what were you to do, other than ride the catastrophic wave as a rookie surfer.

✾

things began to go downhill from there. slowly, but surely, you were losing Rintarou. it went from team dinners, to team hangouts, to spending lunch breaks with the team. it was the team, team, team, and team. and a quick glance at Atsumu’s Instagram let you know that Akira was included in every team plan.

that didn’t mean you didn’t try. because if there’s anything you ever did, it was try your best.

“Hey, Rin! Let’s get dinner on Saturday?”

he looks at you with a guilty smile, kissing your lips gently. you part, dazed, but he lets you down with his next words. “Sorry, team dinner again. Maybe next week?”

-

“Rinnie, was thinking of seeing the new Barbie movie with you. Wanna go on Friday?” you ask with hopeful eyes. the Barbie movie was gaining so much popularity lately, it was hard to go about your days without seeing spoilers.

he pauses, before running a hand through his messy dark hair, “Sorry, babe. The team already asked me to go with them. I can rewatch it with you some other time though?”

“No need,” you shake your head with a wry smile.

“Have fun, Rin.”

you end up going to the theatres alone and shoving popcorn in your mouth every time the couples next to you giggle.

the last straw was when he flaked on your usual Thursday lunch break meetup. the two of you would sit on the rooftop together and enjoy picking at each others food. it would often end in you being cuddled into his chest, enjoying the soft kisses down your neck.

the past few weeks, he hadn’t been present at all. he was physically there, but his mind was somewhere else. he’d be on his phone texting the team group chat you were obviously not in, and it was getting ridiculous. so when he fails to show up this week, you begin to wonder how much more of this you’ll put up with.

he doesn’t text you back for the rest of the day, and while you wish you could say you were angry, you were more so disappointed. was expecting him to prioritize you asking for too much? was it unreasonable to want to be chosen first? was love meant to hurt this much?

you make your way to the gymnasium once again after class. your face that once held a happy smile is replaced with a blank look, as you are unable to force yourself to look something you do not feel.

you walk in without a care of the volleyballs being thrown across the room, but you stop when you spot Akira, dimpled brown-haired Akira, who is in your Rintarou’s sweater. the sleeves fall below her hands, and the sweater paws look horrifically adorable. she smiles as she talks with the team, handing their water bottles to them. you wonder if you are imagining the glint in her eyes as she hands Rintarou his, their fingers brushing lightly as she gives it to him.

“[Name]!” a loud voice calls. it snaps you out of your daze, but you wish it hadn’t. tears begin to build in your eyes, so you turn around and walk out. you quickly wipe them away, thankful that your eyes don’t get red easily as you continue walking.

but then you hear footsteps. someone’s running towards you. you know it’s Rintarou, but you can’t face him right now. you speed up your steps, but he catches up with you in no time and softly grabs your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

you rip your arm out harshly, frowning up at him.

he exhales, out of breath from practice and running. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you leave?”

he pauses, “Why do you look so upset?”

he moves closer to grab your face in his hands, but you take a step back, needing the space.

“Why… Why was she in your sweater, Rintarou?”

he frowns, eyes looking around as his mind scrambles to understand you. “Who? You mean Akira? She wasn’t feeling well during lunch so I gave her my sweater.”

your heart drops. so while you were waiting for him alone at the rooftop he was with her? your face twists; you aren’t sure what kind of expression you’re showing, but it must annoy Suna, as he scoffs quietly, sliding a hand over his face.

“You’re not upset over that, are you? Because I don’t remember you being so possessive like that.”

you bark out a sarcastic laugh, looking at him as you tilt your head, “Possessive? More like I’m fucking normal, Rintarou. With the way you’ve been neglecting me lately, this is just the cherry on top.”

you shake your head, ignoring his concerned eyes. “Go back to practice, Suna. I’m going home.”

you turn around, fully expecting to be pulled back, but nothing happens. you continue to walk, letting out a shaky exhale as you place your headphones on. tears slip out of your eyes as your vision begins to blur. you blink harshly, wondering why every situation seemed to leave you utterly alone.

✾

“She said something about Akira being in my sweater.” Suna dries his hair messily with the towel in his hands before leaving it draped on his neck.

Osamu shrugs, “Well, that’s a valid reason to be uncomfortable in my opinion.”

Aran nods in agreement beside him. “Yeah, you considered that maybe you pushed a boundary of hers?”

Suna frowns, trying to ignore the flashes in his head of your heartbroken face. his chest aches. he hates not being on good terms with you.

Atsumu comes out from the showers, stretching his arms as he yawns.

“How was yer lunch with her today? Did she seem upset earlier?”

Suna pauses at Atsumu’s words.

Lunch?

Today was…Thursday.

he stands, scrambling as he rummages through his bag for his phone. he quickly opens your contact and looks at your texts. he sighs with a heavy heart at what he sees. why didn’t he get your texts?

he checks to the settings, finding that he had your contact muted. he knows he could have never done that, so he traces his memory back to whoever had his phone. the only time he left his phone alone today was when he was with Akira in the nurses room.

putting the pieces together, he shuts off his phone and tosses it back into his bag.

“Fuck.”

-

Suna looks for you on Friday, but you manage to slip away every time he got close. he sat in your usual seat in class, only for you to sit up at the front close to the door. when class was over, you quickly packed your bags and was out before he could blink.

when he looked for you at lunch, he found you surrounded by your friends. you must’ve told them something, because the moment they saw him they glared before huddling closer to you as if to protect you. he rolls his eyes at the thought but is happy you have such caring friends.

he waits by your locker after school, crossing his arms and leaning on the cool metal. he has practice, but he has priorities. and perhaps he neglected you for the past three weeks, but he knows he can fix this. he can be better.

but when you don’t show up, he wonders what the point of being better is if you’re not there.

his eyes trace the lines in the concrete as he walks towards the gym. the rest of practice he’s off his game, with sloppy spikes and weak serves. sure, he gets told off by Kita but it’s not as bad as the pain of potentially losing you.

Akira walks up to him after practice. she taps his shoulder. “Hey, Suna. I was wondering if you wanted to visit the Illusion Cafe with me this weekend? I know you love sweets and I heard lots of good things!” she smiles sweetly, but all Suna can focus on is the sweater she is wearing. it’s his.

more importantly, it’s yours.

he frowns, “No. I’m gonna spend that time with my girlfriend.”

Akira’s expression drops into a slight scowl. his eyebrow twitches at the mere sight. why would she be angry that he’s spending time with his girlfriend?

“Oh…Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” she says with a tight lipped smile.

he looks back at the sweater before glancing at her face. “I won’t. Also, I’d like my sweater back sometime soon, thanks.”

her face reddens at his comment. she nods, embarrassed, before scurrying away.

Suna sighs, walking to the locker room and wondering how he was gonna get you to talk to him.

-

the team walks out of the gym, with Suna tuning their mindless rambling out. he stretches, finding his eyes seem heavier than usual. he hadn’t slept well last night, unused to you being angry with him that it left him so unsettled he couldn’t sleep.

“Oh, looks like the basketball team is also going home.”

it’s something insignificant. something Suna thought he’d look over at and forget the next second. but then he sees you.

you, with your arm wrapped around another guy’s arm. he’s tall, taller than Suna. muscular too, and his dark blue hair is captivating. Suna stops walking, causing the rest of the team to take a second glance at what he is looking at.

“Holy shit, is that [Name]? What’s she doin’ with those scrubs?” he distantly hears Atsumu say, but all is on his mind is he needs to get you away from that guy now. away from him and into his arms.

you’re laughing, happy for the first time in three weeks until you hear the rushed footsteps that are approaching you.

“[Name], let’s talk.” Suna demands. unfortunately for him, you’re not in the mood to talk anymore.

you unwrap your arm, looking at Suna directly. “No thanks. Maybe next time.” you quote his favourite line he’d used on you countless times recently. it seems he realizes, as his face crumples.

“Who’s this dolt?” the tall blue haired man asks, and Suna’s eyebrow twitches in irritation. who does this guy think he is?

you sigh, “Sorry, Aomine. This is my…boyfriend.”

Aomine’s brows raise. “Ah, my bad. Didn’t mean to get in the way.”

you shake your head, ignoring the other basketball members who surround you. “You’re not in the way, let’s go home, please.”

Suna walks in front of you, stopping you from moving. you exhale, exhausted from the long three weeks and wanting nothing more than to be in your bed.

“You want me to deal with him, [Name]?” Kagami asks from the side, sliding his sleeves up as Suna’s eyes widen.

a new voice comes from behind Suna, “Deal with him? Yer gonna havta deal with us too then.” Atsumu stands in front of Suna, eyes blazing with confidence. even Kita stands off to the side, seemingly ready to physically intervene. you want to laugh at the scene.

you shake your head at the almost comedic situation in front of you, before clapping your hands loudly. “Okay! That’s enough. Volleyball kids, go on your way. Basketball kids, also go on your way. Suna and I will talk as he walks me home.”

Suna’s eyes light up at your words, but you ignore his gaze. he wasn’t forgiven quite yet.

the rest of them begin to make their way out of the school grounds, except for Suna and Aomine. Aomine looks down at you, bending to your height, “You sure you don’t need me to do anything?”

you smile at his overprotectiveness, “No thanks, I got this. Thank you though, really.” he smiles and ruffles your hair, letting out a small ‘oof’ as you hug him tightly.

Suna stands off to the side, silently seething yet knowing he has no place to tell you what to do, especially not now.

Aomine leaves soon after, with a soft wave and a promise to beat Suna up if he tries anything funny. you glance at Suna who looks unsure and out of place.

“Let’s go?” you don’t wait for an answer and begin walking. you hear soft shuffling as he walks beside you and takes small glances that he thinks are discreet.

you arrive at a park near your house. you take a seat on the swings, Suna carefully doing the same. you wait for him to speak, as you’re all out of love and words to give at the moment.

“So… I think- No I know, I need to start this off by saying I’m sorry.” he stands, moving to position himself in front of you. he bends down, crouching to meet your gaze.

“I was very neglectful these last few weeks. I have no excuse, and I know I’ve hurt you.”

he slowly moves to grab your hand; you allow him, as he brings your limp hand to kiss the back. “I want you to know I made it clear to Akira that you’re my number one. You’re the one I always want, no matter what. I can’t even believe my dumbass made you doubt that.”

he shakes your head, looking down before glancing up. you notice tears building in his lash-line, causing you to sit up in alarm.

“I am seriously so fucking sorry for missing our lunch dates, dinners, and for giving her my sweater.”

you grab his face gently, wiping your thumbs beneath his eyes.

“I’ll burn the sweater, I swear.”

you roll your eyes, squishing his cheeks gently.

he grabs your arms, kissing your inner wrists softly as he looks up at you. “Will you give me a second chance? I promise I won’t fumble.”

the sweet moment is broken, then, as you scoff out a laugh. “You’re not going to fumble me, Rintarou.”

he smiles, cat-like eyes with a lazy grin. “Damn right. Gotta treat you like the princess you are.”

you pout, “Not a queen?”

he laughs, a deep raspy sound. he stands up and tilts his head down to kiss your nose.

“Princess, queen, anything. So long as you’re mine.”

EXTRA:

"So, who was that asshole earlier?"

you shove his shoulder gently, "He's not an asshole! He's my friend. Didn't you know I'm friends with the basketball team? I used to be their manager."

Rintarou scoffs, "Yeah, I knew that, just didn't know those guys were so close to my girl."

you look at him with a blank face.

"Right, and I was the one who was possessive. Sure."

he whines softly, low in his throat as he moves his face into your neck, "I said I was sorry!"

a/n: suna brainrot😵‍💫

⊹ ࣪ ˖ conversations on the lap ₊˚⊹

characters ➤ bachira, reo, isagi, nagi warning ➤ disgustingly fluffy,

bachira.m

"so today the couch made us do extra exercise today." the brown-yellow haired male explained co-speech his hands to emphasis his words while you listened carefully.

"mhm."

"then shidou stepped on rin's foot, i don't think it was an accident," he kept looking back at you every second to make sure you were still interested, so you run your fingers through his slick brown locks while nodding for him to continue, both to assure him you were listening and because he loved when you did that, said it made him feel fuzzy and soft.

"than a huugee fight began and me and otoya were like 'fight, fight, fight!'" he raised his fists to the air in intense for you to laugh, which he always succeeded at because you were letting out a light chuckle that made his chest huff proudly.

"aha." you hummed.

"then they were pulling each other's hair like a girls fight, i almost got bald from laughing!" bachira couldn't help but snort at the memory while holding his chest, he was actually rolling on the ground laughing his ass off at that time.

"i'm really glad you didn't." you said softly, as you bent down pushing his hair out of the way to press your lips on his forehead which made him bashfully giggle kicking his feet a little, his carefree smile turned into a sheepish one, somehow all the exhaustion from practice flow out the window when he was with you.

"would you think i still look handsome if i was bald tho?" suddenly he said with a serious face.

"meg.."

reo.m

"would you love me if i was worm?" the heir asked you, this was a Poverty of the week where reo would question you about how much you love him, it's not like he doubts your feelings for him however there was days where he just didn't needs extra love to feel alive breath into him again, yes this is how much your words affect him.

"i'd sure do." you assured him with a gentle smile.

"if i die would you get with another man?" the thoughts of another guy stealing you away for him will haunt him for eternity since he had that one nightmare, he had to sped his next week crying in your arms while you held him like a baby, and him begging you not to get bored of him. definitely his worst nightmare of all time.

"don't think i will."

the purple head took your hand and suffocated it between his palm, like he was begging you to be honest, "do you still love me?" reo pouted at you, you swore you almost saw tears run down his face as if you were gonna actually reject him.

you felt bad for almost laughing at his childish behaviour, but at the same time lucky because you were the only one who gets to see the reo mikage like this. "we're engaged, but sure yes i still love you very dearly." you made sure your tone was confident enough to wipe that expression out of his handsome face.

you caressed his cheek with your hand, rubbing your thumb across his skin in comfort. reo couldn't help but lean forward your loving touch that made him feel he was in the safest place he could ask for. you gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose and he chuckled sheepishly at the action.

"i feel very loved right now." he says as a little blush crossed his face with his usual grin back on it place.

"m glad."

isagi.y

"why do people call it building when it's already built." if you got money on every time your boyfriend would ask stupid questions like that you would've beaten the mikage themselves.

"english rules i guess." you said as you let a sigh, it's not that you hated it but something his questions are so unrelated that it gave you headaches. but you never persuaded him to stop it, letting him ask whatever came to his mind like you were the divining goddess with all the answers.

"do you think ants have a life like us?"

"guess so."

"did you know that noel noa is the best world player right now?" he pointed his finger out with a goody smile as if he was saying something unusual, missing the glasses he looked like a damn nerd and you loved it. he stared confused at you as you laughed a bit at his words, at least he made you laugh?

"i do, i hope one day you'll be even better than him." your words were genuine enough for his beep ocean eyes to glee at you and to caught some bug stomach, he would never get use to flicker you always gave him with such simple words.

a lovesick smile spread on his face as he ask the next question unintentionally, "can i have a kiss?"

before he could catch up on his words, your soft lips smacked his own into a gentle kiss. he kissed you back but not enough before you backed away. he was awestruck as his face turned red before mirroring your smile.

"thank you."

nagi.s

"im dead."

"sei, you're not dead." you called him out with a pinch he barely reacted to, ever since he stepped in the apartment all he has been able to do is jump on you like he hadn't seen you in years taking all the space on the couch with his massive build, not patting an eye at your cries for him to get up because you couldn't feel your legs anymore.

"careful what you say, it might be the last thing i hear." he muffled while his cheek was resting on your thigh, felt it was like his one and only pillow. he was like a fat lazy cat especially when he kept rubbing his face against your thighs skin.

"you're so dramatic." you complained as you stroked his back which nagi let out a quiet sound at almost like a purr.

"you love me though." he said softly, his voice low and his words meant for your ears only.

"unfortunately." you teased back,

"hmph." nagi pouted at your words.

"was your day that bad? you want me to give you kisses to ease it?" you mostly meant it as a joke until you never seen someone mood change so fast, even for nagi. his was half closed eyes were now more opened in excitement that flowers would float around him.

he pointed his finger at his forehead, "i want one here." as you gave him a kiss where he pointed you couldn't help but let a smile slip on your face, nagi didn't seem to mind as long as he felt your affection.

this time it was each finger pointing at one of his cheek, "here too." you don't know if it consider cheating but he looked so eager you simply obeyed and gave him a pack each cheek.

"and here." finally he pointed at his lips for a final request, the cherry on top. your lips against his were always heavenly, like you two were kissing for the first time and it still made him light-headed when you two parted. the tip of his ears getting red as you spared him a shining smile that was to him the brightest light in the merciless cold night that he was begging to warm his iced heart to make his heart beat again.

"how about now?"

"I'm on the verge of dying, you should give me more kisses so i could survive."

have a nice day everyone!!

Imagine being best of friends with Michael Kaiser. Nothing romantic? but really, chaotic.

"What do you have in there Kaiser?" You asked eyes wide at the obviously reddish fresh tattoo all over his wrist into his neck. "Football ball?" He replied like it was something so dumb obvious. Well he was holding a ball, after all the two of you had practice one on one today, without ness bothering the shit out of you two. "Oh hell nah you did not just went to get a tattoo without me!"

"Not gonna lie, it's itchy as fuck." "Then go scratch it or something." You roll your eyes at him as you drink for a break. "My hands are full." Well basically he was holding a sports drink on his supposed to be free hand while his left hand was basically incapable of scratching itself. Looking at him before raising a brow, you smirk and kick the ball you've never stopped playing with your feet. "Suffer then, your highness."

Imagine unlike Ness, you were quite chill around him. Having to know each other for a long time now before having to go and pursue the same dream, only with different heights. The two of you end up joining the very same team to your surprise. "You again? Give me a break." "Oh please, as if it was all joy seeing your face everyday."

Imagine although you aren't as good as Kaiser when it comes to football, you were at least at Ness level. Following the team philosophy, you were alright having to support the very same guy you were supporting for a very long time now. As Ness acted like a annoying love sick puppy, you on the other hand was more like a sturdy tree that Kaiser could relax and lean on.

"I can't.." "Huh?" Ness eyes widen as you tried to lift yourself up but end up couldn't. "I can't.. move my right foot, Ness. Help me up " You spoke as you held up a hand for support in which Ness, the closest teammate on sight dumbfoundedly offer you a hand in return. Grabbing his hand for support and helping you up, you felt a sharp pain on your ankle that you end up whining but had to keep on a calm face once you saw Kaiser approaching across the field.

Imagine, although you were just as good as Ness in terms of skills, your attitude once the match start was on a similar level with your best friend Kaiser. So in the eyes of other, you were a damn arrogant prick who doesn't know their place, what more would they want to do when they saw that audacious stare of yours than to intentionally cause you harm?

"What hap- you- sche-!" "Hey hey hey, calm down, I'm fine. I'm fine, I think it's just a sprain." "Wer hat dir das angetan?" "Kaiser." You place a hand on his shoulder as you see him really to explode in anger. "Calm your shit, they're already out the game." That was the truth, while you were trying your best to stand on your own earlier, the person who did this to you was already called off by the officials and is now out of the game. "Calm your shit your highness, the last thing I want is the team loosing there shit over such thing, so calm down while I get this checked by the doctor on standby, okay?" Giving his shoulder a squeeze, Ness supported you until you reach your team side which already put on a substitution.

Imagine Kaiser was never the one to lost his cool, but damn. Seeing you bitting your lip trying to hide away your pain from him. He want to turn the world upside-down. But then again, you want him and calm and collected all throughout the game. And the only way to do that right now is to aggressively crush the opponents. After all, messing with you, his best friend means messing with him. And he's going to make them realize they fucked up real hard for harming you.

"How was it?" "How are you." He frown "I'm fine." "Goo-" "Just a complete tear of the ligament-" "Verdammt! I should have fucking-!" "Kaiser." You grab him by his cheeks as you made him look at you. "I'll be fine, it's going to take months for treatment but I'll be fine. Why are you so mad? That's unlikely of you man. Calm your shit and go grab me a drink or something, I'm thirsty." You pout, eventually letting go of his face and getting more comfortable on the hospital bed.

Imagine the way he took a step back, holding up a hand on his face to cover half of it as he suddenly felt his cheeks hot. And looking at you now busy making yourself comfortable on the hospital bed. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Heart strangely beating wild on his chest.

"Heh, I'm not your peasant. Go ask someone." "Yeah yeah whatever you say, your highness." Rolling your eyes at him and eventually met with nothing but silence, you let out a chuckle and he did too a little as soon as your chuckle turn into laughter. "But seriously man, it hurts like shit." "Should I go get a doctor?" "No, just stay here with me." "Alright." "But do tell Ness or someone to call a nurse or someone." "Okay."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: who did this to you?

COMFORTING kaiser after a rough match, his head resting on your chest as he blurts out several curses (both in english and german,) all directed towards a certain blue haired striker.

gently run your fingers through his blondish-blue locks while he rants. follow up with a few words of agreement to help fix that shattered ego of his.

press a few kisses to his forehead, offer him a light massage, or just listen silently as you caress him. anything you do instantly makes him feel better, because it's you.

HIS SLEEPING BEAUTY ♡

FEATURING: D.Osamu + Fem!reader

♡ Dazai comes home early, and is met with the most adorable sight of his life: you

CW: fluff, kissing, established relationship, mention of kunikida, dazai skips work, one suggestive joke, NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: this is so self indulgent but i need osamu to do this to me sb :<<

"♪ And while you sleep, I'll be scared. So by the time you wake I'll be brave ♪"

The door to your shared room creaked open slowly, revealing a tired looking dazai in the doorframe. He carded his fingers through his hair, about to call your name before his eyes fell upon you. You were asleep, hair fanned out on the pillow and the sheets twisted up around your legs.

Carefully, dazai walked over and he could feel his heart throb when he saw that the shirt you were wearing, the top few buttons undone and the hem riding up your thighs, was his own. You must've stolen it from his side of the closet, not that dazai minded.

He carefully made his way to the bed, crouching at the side to admire your features dripping in golden sunlight, brushing strands of hair out of your face. Dazai paused and then shrugged his tan trench coat off his shoulders, letting it bunch up on the floor. He crawled into bed besides you, discreetly nestling himself against you and cautiously draped your arm over him before resting his forehead over the place on your chest where he could hear the steady, grounding thrum of your heart. The artificially crafted scene looked perfect, as if he woke from a dreamless night wrapped in your welcoming embrace.

Such a picture of serenity wasn't held for very long. Dazai planted gentle kisses on your neck, tugging down your collar to kiss at the dip of your shoulder as well. Through this silent display of affection, you quietly stirred, eyes heavy with sleep as you looked down at the brunette curled against you.

"'samu...?" your warm breath tickled his scalp as you spoke with a voice hardened with drowsiness. Dazai grinned coyly, brushing strands of hair away from your face before resting his thumb against your bottom lip.

"Yes love?" He murmured, pressing down on your lip.

"shouldn' you be at work? wha' s'the time?" you turned your head to the side in an attempt to capture a glance at the clock resting on the bedside table. Dazai shushed you quietly, cupping your cheek and turning your sleepy gaze back to him.

"I waaass let off early! Kunikida agreed with me when I said I had to see your pretty face twenty-four-seven!" He knew that was a lie. Dazai had ditched the office early, and he knew that he couldn't ignore kunikida's phone calls demanding him to get back for very long.

You blinked as you slowly became more lucid, lips parting as you realized it. "...You liar! you ditched work early, didn' you?" You sat up on your elbows and dazai quickly pushed you back down onto your back, pouting.

"Bella'! I'd do no such thing! I'm telling the truth!" He whined, planting his chin below your bony clavicle. He collected a few strands of your hair, watching them fall through nimble fingers.

"uh-huh."

"Bella!!" Dazai huffed childishly, gaping when you pulled away from him when he tried to kiss you.

"Go. Back. To. Work." you rolled onto your side, back facing him. Dazai stared at you like a kicked puppy, warm brown eyes wide and full of hurt. Once he realized guilt-tripping you wouldn't work, he carefully crawling over to you and plopping down by your figure. He pressed his face into the back of your neck, one hand draping over your waist and the other fiddling with wispy baby hairs at the back of your neck.

"C'monnnn, don't be like that..." Dazai mumbled against your skin, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. "I missed you sooo much!" He waited a minute, the only sound coming from you was the sound of your soft breathing. This wasn't gonna cut it for dazai.

You were flipped onto your back with a soft thud, eyes fluttering open to see dazai literally laying on top of you as he looked up with pleading eyes. His fingers reached out and cupped your face, squishing your cheeks a bit.

"Darling! I really am sorry but how can you blame me for wanting to see the prettiest girl ever?" He grinned, leaning over and kissing the corner of your mouth. One turned into two, and soon dazai was all over you, hands curled into your hair as he peppered his lips over your face, brushing through your hair.

He giggled as you whined and tried to push him away, hands slinking up your shirt and splaying long fingers over the soft skin of your tummy, tickling it just to hear you squeal.

You curled up against yourself, pushing dazai's hands away. He tutted lightly, pulling your legs away from your chest. One hand found purchase on your thigh, pressing down keep you from squirming away. With a stupid grin, dazai lightly gripped the hem of the shirt. "See? You missed me so much didn't you bella'?" He giggled, leaning down to kiss you softly before pulling away.

Dazai scooted down, lifting the shirt up despite your flustered protests. "hush now, I've seen you without your shirt a million times, love." his smile only grew as he saw you purse your lips, eyes growing wide as you whined and squirmed in response to his flirts.

He began to press his lips to the soft skin of your stomach, grinning against it as you whined and suppressed giggles of how it tickled.

"'samu!! s-stop that !!" Your adorable squeals only fueled dazai to plant more fluttering kisses along your abdomen, his hand sliding up to trace the curve of your waist.

"nuh-uh! Not 'till you admit you missed me!" Dazai sighed and slid his hands down, cupping your hip. He looked up at you and his stomach churned pleasantly at the sight of you, the prettiest thing he swears he's ever seen. The way your hair was spread out on the pillow like a halo, and your lips parted as you let out the cutest giggles- he wouldn't believe he had a heart if it weren't for the way you melt it.

"looks like there's an angel in my bed." Dazai chuckled softly. he peppered a few more soft kisses on your tummy before moving up, kissing your forehead. "...my pretty girl." Another kiss against your cheek. "the prettiest gi-" he was suddenly cut off when you pressed a finger to his lip, pouting and about to whine when he saw the adorable look on your face; the corners of your eyes crinkled up and lips pulled up in that smile of yours that he loved so much.

"dazai, I get it!" You giggled. "You love me!" dazai grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your finger before gently curling lithe fingers around your wrist, kissing each and every one of your fingers.

He finished with a kiss to your palm, looking at you with eyes of molten honey and pure adoration.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, darling."

...♡♡♡...

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LIGHTHEADED

summary. your boyfriend, kaiser, can’t bring himself to be patient when it comes to you.

featuring. michael kaiser

cw. 500+ wc, gn!reader, suggestive, established relationship

You find yourself in a predicament.

The wall behind you is cold. The hard cement pressing onto your back almost gives you shivers. Then you think, is it really the wall? It might also be the suffocating space of the janitor’s closet, or how sweat trickles down your body due to the lack of air.

Though all your possibilities lead to one. The fact that Kaiser is pinning you to the wall. His tattooed hand at your nape, squeezing slightly to hold you while his other rests on your waist. His hold is firm yet intoxicating, it’s addicting. It makes you weak.

Your arms are around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as your lips slot against his. It’s hot, you think, the atmosphere around the tight space of the closet thickens the tension between the two of you.

Kaiser traces his hands on your curves all while nibbling on your lower lip. You let out a soft sound, it’s quiet but it fuels his thoughts like wildfire.

“W—wait, M—mihya..” You mutter against his lips, the German grins slightly at your state. How strong is his effect on you?

“Hm? You want me to stop, angel?” He teases, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. He notes the way your grip on his hair tightens just a little bit. You’re adorable, he thinks, your eyes hazy from his assault and torments.

Your breath hitches, “A—ah, you.. still have practice, M—mihya..” You stutter when he presses against a spot on your neck. It’s true, Ness must have been going around to find him right now before Noa yells at his ear and threatens him to not lose his spot as an ace.

The German raises an eyebrow at that. He assumed that you forgot about the fact that he has practice right now given your state though it seems that you're stronger than he thinks. He makes it a challenge to himself to make you completely dizzy, your thoughts full of him and him only.

“Ah, angel, you’re always keeping me on track.” Kaiser chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he presses more kisses to your neck, his lips are like featherlight touches. They make you feel lightheaded. “Wanna have your boyfriend as the number one striker in the world, hm?” He teases.

Your voice quivers, “N—noa is gonna kill you…” You shut your eyes when he darts out his tongue to trace your neck. “Stop, M—mihya… we’re in public and might get too far..” You breathe out, your knees weakening, if it wasn’t for strong grip, you might have slipped already.

Kaiser hums, his hands continuing to trail on your curves. “Mm, you’re right, angel..” He says, voice dripping with honey.

“Yet something is telling me that you don’t care about that at all. Look at you, you’re a mess.” He chuckles and retreats to look at you in the eyes, his eyes dark with a hint of lust. Your hands scramble to tug at his collar and his fingers tip your chin as he leans closer to you.

“Say it, darling.” He flashes a smirk as he watches your bruised lips part slightly. Your heart beating rapidly.

“Are you sure you want me to stop?”