"Does It Seem Like Something's Up With Yamaguchi?" The Third Years Ask Each Other As They Watch Him Sulk
"Does it seem like something's up with Yamaguchi?" the third years ask each other as they watch him sulk out of the gym.
"He hasn't been himself lately," Ennoshita confirms. Others are about to add their own observations when Kageyama cuts in.
"It's cuz he got dumped."
"Bakeyama! You didn't have to say it like that!" scolds Hinata and the setter gives him a derisive look.
"But it's true."
Hinata throws a bottle at him. "You could be more considerate!"
"You can't even spell considerate," he snaps, launching a ball in Hinata's direction. The second and third years gather on a water break watching the devolving spectacle of first years but it's not the fighting pair that holds most of their attention.
It's Tsukishima.
The blonde, who's normally adding salt to the wounds Hinata and Kageyama inflict on each other, is sitting in a far corner of the gym arms wrapped around knees pulled up to his chest.
"Do you think..." murmurs Asahi. Tsukishima gets up and silently leaves: the third and second years exchange worried glances.
"Door for you, honey," your mom calls upstairs and you reluctantly trudge down to see
"Tsukishima." You scowl. "What are you doing here?"
Standing on your porch in his practice clothes he looks oddly...humbled. "I need to talk to you."
"About what?" You cross your arms without inviting him in.
"Yamaguchi." He has trouble meeting your eye as he carefully chooses his words. "Why did you break up with him?"
Your eyes narrow. "Because of you, obviously." He had the decency to blush even if it's faint. "I can't stand you or being around you."
"But you weren't dating me-"
"Obviously, smartass," you snap, the pent-up emotion rushing out. "But I was dating your best friend and I couldn't stand being around you. So rather than forcing the guy I'm in love with to choose between me and his best friend I ended it. I wouldn't give him an ultimatum!"
"And you think I would?!" he demands, angry at the implication.
"Of course you would! Because rather than admit you actually care about Yamaguchi or, heaven forbid, acknowledge that he's your best friend, you put him in a terrible position!"
Tsukishima's jar clenches as his own words echo in his mind.
If I'm that upsetting then just don't be around me any more.
You admonishingly shake your head. "You know, the jaded attitude doesn't actually protect yourself from getting hurt, you're just ensuring that it happens."
You graciously give him a long minute to answer but he doesn't.
You're not surprised.
"Be grateful that Yamaguchi thinks you're good enough to be friends with him." You give him one last hard look before closing the door without a goodbye.
Sugawara strolls down the first years' hall... No intention to intervene, he's just curious... And he catches a glimpse of Tsukishima talking to Yamaguchi. It gives the veteran setter a glimmer of hope that his kouhai are working things out, whatever's going on between them.
You're more bothered by Tsukishima's visit yesterday than you'd like to admit. It's been hard enough denying yourself the joy of being with Yamaguchi but seeing him today after the blonde's visit has made the hole in your chest burn. You can't even focus to get your shoes on.
All you want to do is get out of this miserable school and your stupid fingers won't cooperate! You're about to give up and walk home barefoot when there's a timid call of your name.
You take slow, easy breaths as he walks up. "Hey Tadashi..." you gulp, trying to hold your voice steady, "what's up?"
He's red under his freckles and looks...jittery. "Tsuki told me he talked to you."
Your eyes widen; now you're jittery. "He...He did?"
Yamaguchi nods with a gulp like he's holding himself back. "Y-Yeah. He said I should talk to you...because maybe breaking up with me wasn't...wasn't what you really wanted?"
"It's not," you whisper despite the promise to yourself not to make Tadashi choose.
He smiles and takes a tentative step forward. "Do you...Do you want to be together again?" When you don't respond he rubs the back of his neck, misreading the silence. "S-Sorry...maybe I should've--"
"Stop being stupid." Tsukishima comes around the corner. Anger flares in your belly and you prepare to rip him apart for being such an asshole to Tadashi but he's looking
At you.
Your words start to snarl but Yamaguchi sternly cuts him off.
"Tsuki. That's the opposite of an apology."
Surprise wipes the anger from your face.
"Sorry." Tsukishima gives you a flat look...it's not expressly apologetic but it's not openly hostile. "I'm going to work on my attitude."
Hinata and Kageyama sprint past screaming like feral children and Tsukishima amends "my attitude toward you two."
Yamaguchi snickers and the sound feels like sunshine and raindrops in your chest. He grins when he sees you smiling.
"I love you, Tadashi."
The greenette's eyes pop and he flushes a bright red as Tsukishima smirks.
He mutters "told you so" and dances out of the way when you swat at him. "See you at practice," he says with the hint of a smile as he strolls off to practice.
Yamaguchi tenderly takes your hand and kisses the back of it.
"I love you, too."
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cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)
<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.
<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am
<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind
<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx
<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back
<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.
<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE
<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO
you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.
you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.
in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.
really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.
then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.
it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.
so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.
something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?
you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.
glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.
picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.
"atsumu for the love of-"
you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.
"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?
"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.
bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:
"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.
"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."
"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.
"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.
"someone's probably said it."
"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"
the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.
"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."
"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"
"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"
"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."
the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"
"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"
"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"
the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.
"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"
it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?
hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."
"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"
"apart from my dashing good looks?"
"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.
"omi-omi you're so mean!"
you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.
that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.
it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.
then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.
instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.
as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.
and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.
to love you for who you are.
"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."
you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"
"only if it's your favourite."
"okay, sap. let's go then."
you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.
Headcannon, that if something happened to upset them, there would be more people to comfort Deku than Katsuki.
Words. 1.0k~
Notes. I'm sorry I always write bakugou so sad, but hey, it gets me the notes. I hope this makes up for not posting much bakugou content in awhile.
Several years after his unexpected retirement, the crushing death of All Might shook the world once again.
It was no quiet affair, people from all around the globe came together to pay their respects for the fallen hero. His loyal students made certain that everything the Symbol of Peace sacrificed for the people he loved would never be forgotten.
Standing amongst the hundreds of solemn people dressed in black like ants at his funeral, made you realize just how small and insignificant you really are.
The selfless actions of one man led to the gratitude and inspiration of so many when he did everything in his power to leave this world, better than it was when he first came into it.
While you didn't know him personally, you met him through your friends from high school. Sweet, bubbly Midoriya who you went to school with, would never miss an opportunity to ramble on and on about his childhood hero.
Seeing him grieve now made a wave of sadness envelop your heart in a choke hold. His regularly bright, emerald eyes that held all the worlds hope in them, glistened with shed and unshed tears.
The great Symbol of Peace's successor wept for his fallen mentor, along with his friends who mourned with him.
Rain began to pour from the skies as you moved to join them. A melancholy smile worked its way onto your face at the irony. It seemed as if the heavens itself lamented at the loss.
You silently thanked the weatherman for being accurate in his predictions for once as you unfolded your umbrella.
The others around you did the same, some deciding that it was a sign to leave and retreated to their cars. Looking around, you paused when you caught sight of one figure hunched over near the lavishly decorated tomb for the hero.
The distinct ash blonde head was unmistakable, and you noticed that his usually annoyingly sharp and messy hair was drooping sadly from the downpour and lack of an umbrella.
You spared a glance at Midoriya to see that he was not covered by just one, but multiple umbrellas from several people over his place on the ground. Even Kirishima and the rest of his closer friends were standing with him.
While Midoriya had more than a handful of people to rub his back comfortingly and murmurer reassuring words to him, ― you realized that no one seemed to notice just how hard it was on the #2 hero.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten that Deku was not the only hero mentored by their beloved champion.
He looked so fucking alone — abandoned.
Suddenly, you wanted to slap yourself for not noticing earlier. His dark clothes befitting the occasion were soaked through from the rain and stuck uncomfortably to his skin, and you didn't miss the way his shoulders shook with silent shudders.
It made you almost uncomfortable to see him like this, with his usual attitude, it felt utterly wrong to watch someone like him look so broken.
Even if offering to assist did get your ass hurled into the outer reaches of space, you couldn't sit idly by and watch him suffer like this.
You moved to make your way to him when he suddenly collapsed onto his knees. Startled, you hurried your pace, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the state he was in.
His hand was curled tightly in his hair in a way that looked painful, he looked up suddenly when you moved your umbrella over him. Your grip on it tightens when you see his eyes all glossy and red with tears, it makes the carmine of his irises look dull and lifeless.
Water runs in rivulets down the sides of his face, a mix of droplets falling from his hair and streaks of tears you couldn't really tell apart.
It made your chest hurt to see him like this as you carefully kneeled down next to him. How could you have not noticed earlier? You can only imagine how this whole situation must be eating up at him. You didn't know him as well as your other friends, but you've spent enough time with him to know just how much he looked up to the former symbol of peace.
His eyes never left yours as you both watched each other in silence. It seemed he couldn't even find it in himself to look angry at you for bothering him. He sounded so horribly fragile and on the verge of breaking down when he spoke, "What do you want, huh?" His voice cracked and he pulled tighter at his hair, "Shouldn't you be with Deku?"
A sudden cough racked through his body and that seemed to unleash another load of tears from his tired eyes. You watched him carefully and reached out to gently pry his hand from where it was twisted in his unruly hair.
It was rough with scars and trembled sorrowfully in your grasp and you squeezed it in what you hoped was a reassuring manner. He gasped out one last sob and met your eyes again.
"Oh Bakugou, it's ok to feel sad right now. I'm gonna be right here if you need me."
Bakugou stared at you, he looked terribly beautiful and miserable at the same time, and you swore that you would do anything too never see such an expression on his face ever again.
His lips trembled and you thought he was going to say something when a sudden tremble shook through his body, and he chocked out another sob. His head drooped towards you almost violently, and you dropped your umbrella. Pulling him towards you and holding him on your arms as he gripped at your smaller figure tightly. Like you would crumble to dust before him if he let go.
The rain seeped through your black funeral gown and chilled your skin, but you only clutched him tighter. You would hold him as long as he needs. Until he feels whole again, until you never had to see his pretty red eyes look so dead ever again.
Your heart ached for the broken hero in your arms under a crying sky.
"No...No, he's not."
Kuroo smirks confidently. "He is."
"From..From Italy?" You glance at the signature on the contract as your pulse steadily builds. "Kageyama's really coming all the way back from Italy for the all-star match?!"
When Kuroo nods you start to hyperventilate. "No way. He's not."
"Yes, way." Kuroo grins like the Cheshire cat. "I assure you: he is."
"Does...Does Hinata know?" you ask between erratic breaths, not waiting for an answer. "When did you--When did he--"
Kuroo snorts, shaking his head incredulously at your disbelief. "You're acting like you're not already friends with Kageyama, like you don't even know him when--"
"When we even dated. I know. I know!" you pant and Kuroo puts his hands on your shoulders. "Ohmygod, Kuroo. I can't--"
Someone else walks up to your office and pauses, eyes widening on-guard before they slowly back away.
"Breathe," Kuroo insists. "I know you're excited but you can't pass out right now. Okay?"
Your breathing only returns to normal after he promises to tell you the details of the all-star arrangements.
It's been...too long...since you've seen Tobio. You parted amicably after the Olympics when the offer for Ali Roma came up and he couldn't turn it down. You agreed to stay friends and you genuinely wanted to...but the time zones and demanding careers had inhibited both of your abilities to stick to that agreement.
His absence has been too painful to acknowledge.
You know the all-star match is only an intermission from his current life but you can't help counting down the days excitedly.
And, as promised, Kuroo makes sure you're there on the day they all gather.
"Well, well, well, look what tha cat dragged in," says Miya in greeting, the first to notice you when you walk in with Kuroo.
You don't have time for the blonde today. "Shut it, 'Tsumu. I'm here to see the best setter in the world."
He scoffs, scandalized. You knew you were going to be accosted by old friends and thought you properly prepared yourself to say hi to everyone but as heads turn and a fluff of orange starts to bound toward you...you're a lot more anxious than you realized.
"The best setter in the world, you say?" a suave voice coos and a tall man drapes an arm around Hinata's shoulders. "Shōyo-san, won't you introduce your friend here to the best setter in the world?"
You grit your teeth. "I already know him."
"Surely not because we haven't met yet." He gives you a charming smile. "Oikawa To--"
"Oh I don't need to meet you." Your eyes narrow, smile getting tighter as more friends crowd but none of them are the face you want to see. The brunette leaning on Hinata opens his mouth to say something but you hold up a finger. "Hang on," you pat yourself up and down as if checking pockets, "Did I..." you frown dramatically, "Nope. I didn't bring a single fuck today so I don't have any to give you."
Miya has to turn away to hide a howl of laughter and Kuroo mutters your name, a warning.
"Oh, shit. Wait." You reach into your back pocket. "Sorry. Here you go" --you stick your middle finger up at him and storm through the crowd, patience long gone-- "just for you."
There are cackles of laughter and Kuroo looks like he's about to throw you out despite Oikawa's unphased smirk but you're finally able to step away from the group.
Down the court he's standing in service position and looks up from the ball twirling in his hands.
Kageyama grins.
You run.
Worried for a moment that he won't be happy to see you, your heart nearly explodes when he closes the last few steps with his own and opens his arms. You leap and he catches you, ball still clutched in his ridiculously strong hands.
"I've missed you," you murmur as he crushes you against him.
He simply nods in return.
You milk everything out of his time in Japan, day and night. Every moment he's willing to spare, even wearing his jersey to the match despite protests of favoritism from other athletes.
Before he leaves he does something uncharacteristically sweet and opens up, vulnerably admitting how much he misses you.
"I'm not ready to leave you again." He's anxious when he asks "come with me?"
You cup his cheeks, your own burning with the strength of your smile. "Sì."
The demons’ favorite places to kiss and be kissed headcannon
(the demon brothers, the royals, and Mephistopheles x gn!MC)
Lucifer
Kiss: The neck. He likes to mark you as his for others to see. The proximity also allows him to take in your scent (he’s especially enamored if you wear cologne or perfume) and hear you even more clearly. He wants to hear every reaction: soft moans, gasps, panting, every word. If you whisper his name when he kisses your neck, he won’t stop until you make him. He just wants to please his favorite human.
Kissed: Anywhere on his chest. First, it feels good, and when his body is feeling especially sensitive, it’s enough to get him close to orgasm. Second, the marks are easier to hide, so he doesn’t need to worry about his reputation. Third, he wants you as close to him as he can get. Having your lips right above his heart is a dream. He’d never admit it because it sounds too obsessive, but if he could open his chest to let you hold his heart in your hands, he’d happily give over that control.
Mammon
Kiss: The top of your head. “Huh? No, I didn’t just kiss you. Ya just got your hair in the Great Mammon’s face. I was blowin’ it away. But, if you want me to kiss ya, just say so.” (Yes, he will still use that excuse if you’re bald or shave your head) But really, he just likes kissing you there when he’s holding you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s doing a good job protecting you and making you feel safe. He savors this even more if you’re about the same height or taller than him since it’s harder to reach.
Kissed: Mouth. He knows he talks a lot, much to his detriment. So, please, shut him up. He feels like you pay more attention to him when you’re kissing his lips, and it can go from sweet to wild in seconds. The range. A forehead kiss could never! Also, please bite his lips or wear some kind of lip color - just leave proof of the kiss so when someone asks what’s wrong with his face (whether they mean the lips or they’re just being rude), he can brag about getting kissed by you.
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He Knows
GN!MC X Obey Me characters
Lucifer knows - that he should restrain himself. That he's smiling too much, too openly around you. That the day he lays definite claim on you, the chaos in the house will be enough to set it on fire.
That the closest he can be to you is behind closed doors, when you are sitting next to him, helping him verify documents and applications from the Student Council. He knows and yet his hand reaches for yours as you are about to leave.
"Why don't you stay the night here, MC?"
💫
Mammon knows - that you deserve so much more than him. That he keeps calling himself Great in hopes that he'll someday believe himself. That you're one bad day away from your seemingly endless patience running out.
That right even though, you're looking at him as if you'll never love anyone else now, it might just be temporary. Yet, he sinks his head deeper into your lap and mumbles softly.
"Being your first enough. Make me your last too, MC, please."
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Leviathan knows - that he's being selfish. That you're constantly sacrificing your own desires to meet his and he's not stopping you. That your little finger is worth more than his entire existence and you're endlessly kind to give him even a minute of your precious time.
That even though you're sitting here laughing and nudging him, you deserve to be with people who can match your dazzling energy. He knows and yet he turns to look at you with his sheepish smile you like.
"Want a play a few more rounds, MC?"
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Satan knows - that he's one of the biggest threats to your life in the house. That no matter how hard he represses his rage, it will always be utterly destructive when it comes out. That you're the last person he wants to hurt. That it might only take one wrong move to harm your fragile body beyond repair.
That even though you look so content leaning on him as you read from the same book, he'd much rather lock himself away to keep you safe. And yet, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder, running his fingers through your hair.
"You can lean in closer if it makes you comfortable, MC."
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Asmodeus knows - that his beauty is useless when it comes to you. That your soul shines much brighter than his ever did. That no matter how much his improves his night-time skin routine, he can never really charm you the way he can do with others.
That his heart beats faster when you merely touch his cheek and tell him how cute he looks blushing. That even though you call him gorgeous no matter, his beauty alone won't be enough. Yet he keeps dressing up for you, twirling for you as you cheer him on.
"Keep looking at me, MC."
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Beelzebub knows - that his hunger will one day be a nuisance to you. That you learned to eat less so you can push more of your food onto his plate. That he might end up eating a good amount of human world food that was meant especially for you. That your stomach often roars softly in class because you gave him your lunch.
That despite all that you still smile excitedly when it's your turn to cook, proudly an extra large batch to fill his appetite. And yet, he lets you feed him with your hands, getting extra large plates so there's always enough left for you.
"Now it's my turn to feed you, MC. Say ahh."
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Belphegor knows - that he can never truly be redeemed. That you are far too forgiving for your own good and he hates taking advantage of that. That he can't deny it when you so nonchalantly offer your shoulder for him to sleep on. That he can't give up on this escapist bliss and bring himself to apologise for that night.
That he tries to fall asleep before you because he gets afraid if he stares at your closed eyes for too long. That when you fall asleep next to him, he often checks your neck for your pulse and the hideous marks of his sin. Yet he curls up closer, offering his pillow for you to share.
"You can lay next to me whenever you're tired, MC."