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[00:54] oikawa staying the night

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he wasn't used to such extravagant gestures, that being said he wasn't used to gestures specialised for him. yes, he had the love of his fans and media, yet it never filled the void in his heart. the void that craved comfort, warmth, a sense of security in forms of romance and not the empty cheers from strangers he knew he would never encounter again. he craved a sense of warmth that a person would obtain by coming home to their loved one after a long day. he had everything but love. he had everything but the one thing he sincerely yearned for during his college years. he had everything but the one emotion he had neglected during his high school years, as he was too busy prioritising something that he had soon led on to become his wildest realities.

yet here he was, finding comfort, warmth, home, in someone who he had only stumbled upon several weeks ago. he found security and reassurance in someone who once insulted him for his unhealthy obsession with milk bread, someone who he thought would be a fading dream after several days. yet here they were. in their glory, resting a hand above oikawa tooru's head, running their fingers through his hair, as he slept like a baby in their arms. the blue glare of the tv in the background, the crickets in the night, the empty cans, snacks, plastic bags, dispersed across the coffee table, as the couple laid comfortably on the chaise sofa oikawa had once believed he would never sleep in. oh how he was eating his words.

oikawa tooru promised himself to never get attached once he would go pro, said it was going to be a burden on his career and would make him stray from his path. always such a pessimist, he was, never realising that the presence of another being could bring solace into his life.

he stirred in his sleep and they slowly hushed him again, with a soft voice, stroking his head again as they too began to drift off into a slumber of their own, yet careful, so as not to abruptly awaken the brunet from his desired nap. slowly, their eyes drooped and they relaxed their grasp around oikawa, already falling asleep before hearing him mutter-

“i'm so glad i met you.”

a/n: hi i moved accounts

[22:44] nanami's heartbreak

warnings mentions of alcohol, death

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it had been several months since their death yet he felt as if he hadn't been given enough time for his own grievance. the memory of them was embedded into his recollection and the tenebrosity that was slowly looming over the remnants of his humanity had soon invaded his incline to sleep and feed himself. but without them in his presence he felt as if there was no point in forming a will to live or an excuse to breathe every day seeing as they had eventually stopped. his friends' futile attempts into fixing him and getting him to move on had no avail so he sat on the same begrimed pillow of the couch he had grown accustomed to for the past six weeks since their passing.

he thought as though everything had lost its vibrance and the phosphorescence his life once carried, had dimmed down as if the sun had vanished and the world had no planet to revolve around. no remedy, to cure the aching in his heart, no restorative to cool the burning in his chest and most certainly, no person to illuminate and enunciate the colours that once had an blinding and yet somehow comforting fluorescence in his life. it was all truly over for him.

he gulped down another swig of the liquid courage that unfortunately didn't suppress the rest of his pent up emotions and stared at the faint brightness reflecting from the window to the moonlight out in the overcast sky. he scoffed in annoyance and glared at the image of them, holding up a cheerful grin, acting as if they was unbeknownst to their terminal illness that would eventually eliminate their existence from his life and snuff out the residual luminescence left in others'. how pitiful. he thought pathetically.

life itself was sucked out of his form, only to be left with the shell of a man who had a raging alcohol addiction as a result of the passing of the love of his life. he sat alone in the gloomy light, with only a lamp and the static of the tv to accompany him, and a breeze to pass him by every now and then, from the opened window, thinking that they would magically climb through and sneak into his room as they laid beside each other, just as they had done so years ago.

“nanamin~ how are you today, my love?”

“hey, it's late you should be sleeping.”

“i know, but i missed you and you're way better than some dumb exam i can just retake. and you are not just some dumb exam, nanami dearest.” a teasing smirk spread across their face and they cuddle him from his torso, as if he were the last thing on earth.

maybe it was their bubbly and open minded personality that pulled him in. if it weren't for the contrast in their personalities, then perhaps he could've saved himself from heartbreak. oh well, it's too late now.

“hey nanami?”

“..yes.”

“i love you.”

“...”

a/n: theres gonna be a lot of spam

[22:36] sakusa (trying to) move on

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he gazed on her side of the bed, tightening his grip on the duvet, reaching out his free hand as if the ghost of her would appear into the tips of his calloused fingers.

the night would haunt his consciousness and he spent days sleepless, slowly going into a frenzy as if there were no hope. the gravitational force of a being that kept him on his toes had vanished into an unexpected collision with his last memories of her being a voicemail in which she apologises for her mistakes.

truly, he wish he didn't argue with her the night before, he wish he didn't pin the blame on her, he wish he had apologised and made up for his mistakes as she crumbled on her side of the bed, unbeknownst of tomorrow's events.

a part of his body felt like it was rotting away, decomposing as his beloved had done so six feet underground. payback for what he had done. no remorse in the world could ever bring her back and the vacant right side of the bed had constantly reminded him so.

yet the next morning he arrived into practice, as if the days never changed, like she had never left his side. avoiding the leering eyes of his teammates, he sat down on the bench and began to unpack the necessities for today's practice.

“omi, it hasn't been a month yet, we told you to take a break. go home, yeah?” atsumu plops himself a good distance from sakusa, but close enough so that no one else can hear their conversation.

“i know, but she's not there.”

a/n: stream folklore <3

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