[22:36] Sakusa (trying To) Move On

[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

[19:33] painting tobio's nails

warnings none just icky fluff

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it was obvious kageyama took good care of his hands, seeing as he was a volleyball player. but he took extra care of his nails, not because he didn't want to chip them during practice, but because he loves the way you concentrate as you brush a layer of "foliage" green nail polish onto his hand. he adores how you suddenly go quiet, and your lips purse, eyebrows furrow, nose scrunch, when you put your utmost effort into decorating his delicate fingernails.

"stop moving so much"

"y/n, i'm just breathing."

"well, do it less, i'm working on art right now." you mutter as you grip your hands tighter on the top of his knuckle and beneath his palm.

he chuckles, but stops abruptly as you send him a threatening glare that screamed "stop moving", not wanting to ruin the masterpiece you painted on his hands.

as you finally swept the last layer of top coat onto kageyama's pinky nail, you smiled in triumph, observing the colour coordinated pattern on his nails. you brought both his hands out, laying them flat on the table, and proceeded to take a photo on your phone, for the memories.

"so, what do you think?"

"i love it." he says quietly.

he attempts to lean over to you and give you a kiss, before you blocked him with your chest and sat him back down.

"watch the nails, tobio, they're fresh!"

he laughs again, as you run over to his side and place a chaste kiss onto his lips, before moving into a longer one, wrapping your arms around his neck, and smacking his hands before they could even move away from the table. you pulled away and smiled.

"now paint mine."

"y/n!"

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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

hi bestie ;) we're now forever together

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