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Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

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Beta reader: none

disclaimer: this is my first time writing smut, so dont expect it to be stellar (do lemme know if it was good or not)

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Oikawa was your pretty cute roommate. You both had met during your college days and as dorm partners and had bonded over time. Now, three years after finishing, you both are still going strong as roomies.

He has settled into his big-boy job of playing volleyball full-time, and you have the most boring nine-to-five ever. Although the big-time celebrity he is, plus the wealth that is flowing into his bank, says he is a richie rich dude, but the boy still refuses to move out, and who are you to say otherwise?

Now, the refusal to move has some ulterior motives, but it's not like you were not aware of that. The man is obsessed with you, more like your pussy, so much so that he refuses to let you have a moment of peace in the house when you both are alone.

The fact that neither of you are in a relationship helps a lot in contributing to it, not like a simple boyfriend would stop the man from bending you over in the most obnoxious place and ramming his cock into you, but surely it would create a bit of hindrance, and no one likes those.

To put it in the most simplest from, you are his personal free-use slut; that’s what you are. You could deny it, but you know it as well as he does, that you'd bend in the middle of a crowded street if he wanted you to.

Not like he actually wanted that to happen, but you get the point. So, as a general rule in the house, it is forbidden for you to wear panties or a bra, not like you liked to do so anyways. He liked having access to your pussy at all times of the day so that he could always take you anywhere and everywhere.

 Just like this time, when he came back from the gym all sweaty and thirsty, for your pussy.

Walking into the house, he looks around for you only to find you on the balcony tending to those basil plants you have started growing a few months ago. Leaving his gym bag on the couch, he strides over to you and without a single word, he pushes you towards the railing of the balcony and, bending down, he settles himself between your legs.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he says from between your legs and without letting you answer, he pulls down your shorts to get the view of your glistening pussy, with its puffy lips.

“Did you play with yourself while I was away?” he asks, looking at you, only for you to let out a flustered whine.

“I just edged myself, Toru, I couldn’t cum,” you say, thoroughly flustered.

“Dumb whore can’t even make herself cum without my cock, that’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” he laughs as you vigorously nod.

Without wasting another moment, he dives into your pussy, licking a long stripe of it and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each and every lick it becomes even harder for you to keep your voice lower, eventually your screams pierce through the quite evening, making sure to let all the pedestrians know who is eating you out so well.

Latching his face further into your heat, he adds two fingers inside you and immediately starts curling them. Your essence dripping onto his tongue is like heaven, sweeter than any candy he could ever have.

While letting out lewd breathy moans, you grip his hair hard as he keeps abusing your cunt.

“To-toru, ahh-”

“Yes, scream my name, slut, let the world know who makes you go all dumb over his tongue,” he groans.

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

Before you could complete your sentence, the waves of pleasure hit you harder than anything else. With a loud scream of his name, you come all over his face and like a starved man, he drinks you up till the last drop of your cum is gone and you are shaking with overstimulation.

Emerging from between your thighs, he gives your pussy a quick slap, saying, “I'm gonna go take a shower, I expect you to be naked on your knees beside my bed, slut.”

With that, he is out, leaving you to shakily walk into the house towards his bedroom, because what Toru wants he gets, and you are no one to deny him the pleasure he so politely asked you for.

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a/n: again if you have read till the end do tell me how you liked it, and thanks for reading.

I have a request. Can you make haikyuu moodboards too? Like Tsukishima and Kageyama!!! I love you work so much 😭❤️

Dating Kei Tsukishima <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : omg omg yes!!! He’s on my bbg list 🥹🥹

Kageyama can be found here!!

I saw that u didn't make a haikyu moodboard yet and was wondering:

Could u do a dating kenma moodboard ? 😍🙏🏻✨️ I love all your moodboards! They are so aesthetic 😍 ✨️ 🤧 💖

Dating Kenma Kozume <3

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Suga. Mood. Board. I NEED KOSHI SUGAWARAAAAAAAAAAAAA😭

Dating Koshi Sugawara <3

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Dating Ryūnosuke Tanaka <3

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Hi can I request suna rintaro moodboard please ?

Dating Suna Rintaro <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I’d do for him 😪

Oikawa toru moodboard please ?

Dating Toru Oikawa <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : he’s just so 😩

Could you please do a moodboard for Kuroo Tetsurō

Dating Kuroo Testurō <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I want this relationship so bad TT

I'm here to save sad Y/n! I hope you enjoy it :)

Y/n sat in the bathroom, legs up on the toilet, trying not to cry. There wasn't much she could do, she didn't even get rejected after all.

No. She was too scared to do anything, and now she's dealing with the consequences. And boy were her thoughts reminding her of all that.

Two girls walked into the bathroom laughing.

"I mean, did you see her? Like wow he could do so much better."

There was a *bang* as something like a bag was set on the counter.

"Let me guess, someone like you?"

"Ok normally I would say yes, but I'd rather his brother."

"Oh my god. Of course you would."

"I'm serious! He's got this mysterious vibe about him that I love."

"You're so bad for him!"

"Oh, I know. I'm kicking myself in the ass for not asking him out."

Y/n sat there listening. It was easier to listen to a pointless conversation than cry. And besides, who doesn't like a little bit of girl drama?

Though she was wondering who they were talking about. Especially the girl at the beginning of the conversation. The only new couple she's heard of was Atsumu, but the girl he was dating was gorgeous.

She was everything Y/n wished she was.

There was a loud laugh that broke Y/n out of her thoughts.

"Did you see her face when Y/n walked away? She looked pissed!"

"And poor Atsumu looked like his life walked away. But it's his fault. I don't know why Y/n was so upset. It's his loss, not hers!"

Y/n froze. She forgot how fast drama traveled at this school. She was expecting it, but why were these girls defending her? Y/n was the one who was stupid for thinking someone like Atsumu would like her.

The girls were talking again, and this time Y/n made sure to tune in.

"Exactly! I've seen her around, but Atsumu has a glare that could freeze hell, so I never approached her! Although now I regret it."

"Same. I kinda wanna punch the other girl. Did you see how basic she looked?"

"Oh my god, I bet she goes on Pinterest everyday to look up "popular outfits"."

"And that shirt? C'mon! Have some style."

*Another laugh, then a door opens and shuts.*

"Hey bitches."

"Hey! We've been waiting for you! Ready to go?"

"Let's go!"

*The door opens again then shuts.* Y/n sits there in disbelief. Those girls were on her side? And what did they mean by Atsumu's look? There's no way she affected him that much. He barely looked at her, even when she almost started crying.

And she's just "an old friend". He wouldn't call her that if it wasn't true.

Her alarm rang before her thoughts could continue, signaling it was time to go home.

*TIME SKIP TO LUNCH THE NEXT DAY*

Yea, Y/n was back in the bathroom. On the same toilet. With the same misery.

But she can't get that conversation out of her head.

Maybe she should be a "boss bitch" as some people say, and approach Atsumu head on. Just admit her feelings, get rejected, and be done.

"Easier said than done", an annoying voice said in her head.

But it shouldn't be. They've known each other forever, know everything about one another, this should be easy!

She sighed. It definitely wasn't.

Y/n looked around. Getting rejected sounded better than locking herself in the bathroom though. It was gross in here, it smelled, and yea it was pretty lonely. She missed the Volleyball team. The loudness, the laughing, the smiles.

A flicker of anger went through her mind thinking back to the pitiful faces of the team. She may have been best friends with Atsumu, but she still considered them friends. Why didn't they warn her, or better yet back her up? Like Osamu. She texts him at least once a week! He could've said something, texted her a warning, anything.

But no, instead they let her make a fool of herself in front of the entire school.

That was enough to get her to walk to the cafeteria and slam her hand on the table in front of Atsumu. He glanced up in surprise.

Y/n glared down at him. "Can we talk?"

His "girlfriend" had the audacity to pipe up. "Sorry honey, is there anything you need? We're a little busy", she said while looking at her nails.

Y/n didn't even glace at her. "Oh shut your basic ass up. I wasn't talking to you." Y/n kinda felt bad, she wasn't used to being this up front with people. She was used to sticking to herself, letting Atsumu do the talking.

But the girl opened her mouth again, and Y/n let those feeling go up in flames. "Listen, Atsumu dropped you. Just move on. If you were important, I would at least know your name."

The table was now dead silent. Even Suna was watching, no phone in sight.

Y/n smirked at her. "I would rather people not know my name than girls calling me, and i quote, a "basic ass bitch who gets her clothing ideas from Pinterest". Because honestly? That's just lame." Y/n shook her head in embarrassment.

The girl's eyes widened. Kita looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to. Suna now had a camera out.

Even Atsumu was chuckling quietly.

"Oh C'mon, we all know she's copying you. Look at her skirt. I KNOW I've seen you wear that." Y/n looked at Osamu in surprise. He just winked at her.

The whole table laughed. "I think I have a picture of it even!" Suna said before Kita glared at him. There was a sparkle of amusement in Kita's eyes though. Y/n joined in the laughing.

The girl sputtered. "Babe! Aren't you going to back me up?!"

Atsumu sighed. "Y/n, please stop."

Y/n looked back down at him. "No."

Atsumu looked back up in surprise. "What?"

Y/n stood up straight. "I said no. I'm done hiding in your shadow. I don't know why you decided to replace me, but I'm not going to let that get me down. Because you know what? I had a major crush on you, but now I'm seeing that it was pointless. All you care about is yourself and your image. You could never care about anyone else! So, fuck off and enjoy your new play thing." She flipped him off and the whole table erupted in cheers. Kita was trying not to laugh and was for once failing. Osamu and Suna were laughing so hard they had tears.

Atsumu on the other hand, looked like he got slapped. Or like his heart got broken. But before Y/n could let that worm of doubt in, she walked away.

And damn did she feel powerful.

As she walked out of the Cafeteria though, she bumped into someone. A big someone.

"OH, sorry I didn't mean to bump into you! I was distracted, sorry!" Y/n starting rambling, but was promptly cut off but a deep and very attractive voice.

"It's ok."

This made her look up, and maybe her face was red, because holy SHIT. This man was created by the gods themselves. Was this the man of her dreams? She just wished she could pull that mask off and see his whole face.

She squeaked another "Sorry!", not knowing what to say.

He chuckled lightly. "It's all good. No harm done. I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi."

Y/n got her thoughts in control just enough to say, "I'm Y/n L/n."

Sakusa smiled at her. "I'm here for a volleyball match, could you show me around so I don't get lost?"

Y/n, now calmed down fully, replied with an "Of course!", before taking his hand and leading him around.

Yea, Atsumu was the last thing on her mind.

"Now all of my friends are missing again" - Atsumu

Inspired by the song Tv by Billie Eilish

I'm very obsessed with this song rn and I wanted to write something inspired by it. The whole line is actually "Now all my friends are missing again, 'Cause that's what happens when you fall in love". I chose this line specifically cause it's my favorite line hehe :)

Characters: Bestfriend!Reader x Atsumu

Reader is forgotten by her best friend when he falls in love :/

Warnings: angst, neglect, no comfort

Soulmates

It wasn't a concept y/n really believed in. She wasn't into any of that sappy soulmates stuff. She believed that if you found the one then you found the one. Your soul wasn't bound to another, you just had to find the right person. Though her beliefs were quickly thrown to the side once she met Atsumu. She thought herself silly once she heard his laugh for the first time. She thought herself pathetic when she had first seen his smile. She thought herself stupid when he first touched her, 'cause lord knows she died on the inside. God, she instantly felt a flutter of happiness consume her whenever he was present. Some higher power must've been playing a sick joke on her, because once she met Atsumu "Soulmate" was the first thing she thought of. She could just feel it. Her heart thumping out of her chest, her face redder than ever, and her voice so shaky she could barely get a proper sentence out without stuttering. Atsumu thought it was just normal. Y/n being so skittish. From day one she had been this way. If only he knew.

Y/n and Atsumu would hang out all the time. They'd have movie nights every Friday. They'd build small pillow forts and play fight in the lounge, having to clean up spilled food later.

She'd visit him during volleyball practice. She always brought small baked treats for the team that her and Tsumu had made the night before.

He'd walk her home from school everyday and they'd sleep over at each others houses. They'd fall asleep on each other, tangled up in blankets with their heads so close together anyone who walked in would think they were together. In fac, everyone thought it was weird that they weren't dating already. They were so close. But alas, they were just friends. Much to y/n's dismay. She loved this man, in more ways than "just a friend" should.

So you could imagine how heartbroken she felt when one day he just disappeared. Not in literal sense, he just stopped talking to her. Something was up and she didn't know what. She was concerned for her friend. Was he okay? did something happen? At first she assumed he was just busy. With volleyball tournaments coming up and all. But even when he was free, she'd never see him. She'd ask to hang out, only to be met with a simple "I'm busy rn, sorry"

This went on for weeks. She'd text, he wouldn't reply. She'd visit him, he was never home. She thought she had done something wrong, it tore her up inside thinking of all the possibly ways that she may have hurt the one person she actually cared for. "What did I do?". Maybe she said something? Maybe she forgot his birthday? No that's not until October. She blamed her self constantly until one day, she finally got her answer.

On her way out of school, she bumped into the volleyball team. They were a nice group of people, she used to love interacting with them when she visited Atsumu. They'd greet her with big smiles and a loud shout of her name. It made her day, aside from seeing Atsumu. But today, she was met with pitiful frowns and sad smiles. Were they for her? What happened?

They walked past her whispering small hellos before leaving to practice. Through the small crowd of players she could see a head of golden hair. A smile found its way onto her face "Atsumu!" she yelled hoping to grab his attention and finally speak to him. But as she got closer, she could see him holding someone's hand. The smile on her face slowly faded away. Who was this? A perfectly manicured had clutched his in the way that she always wanted. A head of long dark hair rested on his shoulder like she had always wished hers would. Y/n finally understood his lack of presence in her life. He was with another girl. But she wasn't even "another girl" because all y/n was to Atsumu was a friend.

She was finally face to face with Atsumu. She'd thought this moment would be more joyous, but all she felt was confusion, betrayal and heartbreak. She held back her tears and stood up straight. "Atsumu?" He looked down at her, and his smile faded. Ouch. Y/n winced and averted her eyes from his, because she knew if she looked him in the eyes, she'd lose herself completely. "oh um hey y/n...how have you been?" he spoke with such disinterest, it made her feel so small. Why was he like this? "Um, I- I'm good, a-and -you?" Y/n held her hands in front of her. She played with her fingers anxiously. Before she wanted nothing more than to see him, but now all she wanted to do was leave. "Um I've been good. yeah" y/n nodded her head slowly in response and stood in silence before the girl standing next to him spoke "Um who's this, Tsumie?" Tsumie? "Oh um no one important babe, just an old friend" No one important? Just an old friend? Y/n could feel her heart shatter.

Did she really mean that little?

THE END

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, and my horrible writing over all. I was cringing the whole time and decided that I didn't want to continue, so there will be no comfort. Just sad y/n :/

花吐き病 - Part 1 – The Beginnings of Cherry Blossom

- Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

- Masterlist

- Warnings: Angst, minor character death, swearing,

- Summary: Iwaizumi and Oikawa had been your friends since childhood. Sure you had feelings for Iwa-chan, but they wouldn't be the death of you, right?

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I'm not her. I wish I were, maybe then it wouldn't be so painful.

The sky was grey, overcast, and dreary as you stared across the courtyard. You saw some of your friends huddled under the bike shed to avoid the rain, but you were already caught right in the middle of the downpour. It was cold, a chill running through you as you trudged towards the entrance of your school, white shirt almost completely transparent now. This is exactly what you needed on your first day of senior year.

"Oi y/n, you're gonna get sick." He said throwing his jacket over your shaking shoulders and pulling you under his umbrella. "You're an idiot, you know that right?" You nodded silently. Words were always hard when it came to him. You dared to look up at him, his eyes cold and jaw tight. You thought he was mad until a smirk crawled across his face. "Enjoying the view?" You flushed, darting your eyes back to the ground while he chuckled softly above you. His hand guided you forwards as your legs grew still next to him. “Hurry it or I’ll leave you out here in the rain.” He barked out, causing you to rush to be beside him again. He was warm and smelled of cinnamon and birthday cake. All your friends would snicker whenever you said something like that, but it was true to you, the only way to describe Iwaizumi correctly, as abstract as it was. His hair was dark like the bark of an oak tree, hands calloused but firm against your back, pushing you ever forwards. You had kissed him once at a party in middle school. His lips were soft, movements strong at first before the boys started to poke fun at the two of you. He grew hesitant and eventually pulled away, leaving you stunned and flustered. It was a stupid dare he said as he wiped his mouth and smiled at the boys, but to you it meant everything. He tasted of sunlight and summer; a warm, buzzing feeling spreading through your chest, intoxicating you. Now you know, that was when it took root.

Iwaizumi ushered you to the nurse’s office, telling her you had been caught in the dreadful rain and she took you in without hesitation. Iwaizumi left with a silent nod in your direction as the nurse instructed you to undress and swap into some dry clothes, she had some spare and laid them on the bed for you before pulling the curtains shut. You did as you were told, undressing, and handing her your wet clothes. His jacket hung loosely across the back of the chair you had placed it on, but you enjoyed it being there. Iwaizumi always looked after you, and had done so ever since your mother passed three years ago, but he was a good friend to you even before all that. Your father had told you about your mother’s death over dinner, rather callously, saying that she had not been strong enough to survive the operation. You excused yourself from the table and ran all the way to Iwaizumi's house without shedding a single tear. His father opened the door, welcoming you in with a smile and shouting for Iwaizumi to come down and say hello. You silently followed him up the stairs, the news hadn’t reached them yet, so he was absentmindedly mumbling about some new move he learnt at practise that day. He kicked his bedroom door open and motioned for you to sit down. His room was messy, clothes scattered around the floor and dirty plates stacked on his desk. He caught your eyes and pulled you into his chest. “What’s wrong? You’re not okay.” That’s when you broke down, allowing yourself to finally cry for your loss. You felt all that pain, and he was right there with you through it all.

“Hey? You okay darling?” You blinked, not realising you’d been staring at the jacket.

“Y-yeah, just cold.” The nurse nodded and closed the curtain again to give you your privacy back while she went to turn up the radiator. You pulled the scratchy grey jumper over your head and shimmied into the black skirt she’d left on the bed for you before finally putting his jacket back on your shoulders. It was warm, Iwaizumi had brought it when you two went shopping a year ago, saying he looked like a shoujo-romance-manga-guy. You’d scoffed at the time, but you couldn’t help the fluttering of your heart. Your chest was aching as you watched him observe himself in the changing room mirrors, seeing him fix his hair and smile stupidly at his reflection. He was beaming when you shot him a weak smile back, exclaiming that this was the jacket he was gonna buy. You’d tried to remind him that it was more than he had said he’d wanted to spend but he dismissed you by saying that if you liked it, it was worth the extra money.

“Thank you for the spare uniform, I’m gonna head to class now. I’ll be back for my clothes at the end of the day if they’re not dry beforehand.”

“Okay darling, just be careful now, and don’t go back out into the rain without an umbrella!” She was smiling at you, but her tone was laced with worry as you rushed out of the little office.

The class had begun as you pulled back the door.

“Nice to finally see you today.”

“Sorry I’m late-“

“Miss, Iwa-chan did tell you that he took y/n to the nurse’s office.” Oikawa said as he waved at you. You smiled softly at him, and the teacher muttered something about rudeness or tardiness. You took no mind as you rushed to your seat beside the setter.

“So, see-through shirt trick hey?” He nudged you with his elbow and you flicked his forehead.

“More like I didn’t look at the weather forecast and left my umbrella and coat at home today. No trick. I don’t even think there is a trick that would get him to notice me.” You dropped your head onto your desk and heard a sigh leave the boy next to you.

“You never know until you try!” His sing-song lilt always annoyed the hell out of you.

“I can’t even speak to him, let alone pull off flirting with him.” You sneered back as Oikawa chuckled softly beside you.

“Well, you better figure it out fast. I hear she’s gonna confess to him today under the cherry blossom tree in the school garden.” The emphasis was apparent, and the word dripped with disdain as it left his lips. Oikawa hated Aoi almost as much as you did, but the two of you seemed to be the only one’s immune to her charms – sadly, that included Iwaizumi.

“It’s only a rumour, so you may be lucky. But I wouldn’t count on it sadly.” You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He was staring at you so intently, looking for any sign of distress in your face, but he didn’t find any. You were good at hiding your feelings.

“Good for her, I just hope she’s good to him.” You forced a smile, sitting up and finally paying attention to the teacher and the grammar lesson she was attempting to teach.

Oikawa continued to try to get your attention all morning, but you ignored him, opting to throw yourself into boring lesson after boring lesson, pretending to be okay with the idea of Iwaizumi falling for anyone but you. Your chest ached, lungs burnt, but you just pushed all the pain down and faked a smile, answering any questions thrown your way easily. He threw paper at you; pens poked your sides making you yelp and have to fake sneezes to cover the sounds.

“Fucking stop it Toru.”

“Oh, first name? I must be in trouble.” He smirked, throwing more paper your way while the teacher’s back was turned.

“You are. I’m so gonna kill you for this.”

“Then admit you’re upset.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not upset. Iwa-chan isn’t mine to be possessive over.” Your chest ached at this admission, your body reacting to the idea of losing something that was never quite yours to begin with. Oikawa raised his eyebrow at you quizzically.

“That’s such a lie.”

“No, it’s not. He is free to date whoever he wants.” Your chest didn’t seem to agree, the tightness growing and your lungs burning. “And so am I.” You beamed at the setter, seemingly unfazed but he didn’t buy it.

“Like you would date anyone else.”

“I could!”

“Could not.”

“Could so!”

“Could-“ There was a loud bang as the board eraser collided with Oikawa’s shoulder, covering you both in a cloud of chalk dust. You recoiled, spluttering, and gasping for air.

“If you two are quite finished arguing in my lesson!” The teacher shouted. Oikawa protested for a moment, before the threat of another eraser being thrown at his head this time shut him up for good. Finally, some peace and quiet before lunch.

Oikawa’s girls had always hated you, but now they were easily planning your death, figuring out how to make it look like an accident. He had followed you at the start of lunch like a lost puppy. You headed to your usual area bento in hand, towards the bench beside the volleyball gym, and when you went to sit down he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. That’s how you ended up like this, with Iwaizumi looking very uncomfortable sitting next to you two.

“So, this is new.”

“Oh, this? Nah, you just never see this side of y/n.” Oikawa teased, wiggling his eyebrows as he placed his hands on your hips. You yelped and glared at the brunette underneath you.

“O-Oikawa…” You stuttered out, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. You turned to look at him, your face red and body shaking softly.

“Aww y/n! Don’t be like that! You love sitting on my lap, don’t you? You love it when we’re alone at least.” Oikawa purred into your ear, but obviously loud enough for Iwaizumi to hear.

“Okay shitty-kawa, leave the poor girl alone.” He said, wrapping his hand around your arm and pulling you off of the brunette and onto the bench beside him.

“Aw, you’re such a buzz kill.” Oikawa poked his tongue out, pulling his eyelid as well and Iwaizumi just rolled his eyes.

“Shut up dipshit.” He said laughing softly. It was a nice noise.

“You would think after ten years of us, she’d get bored you know?”

“Oh yeah, all your other girls ran off within a few months max.” Oikawa threw a bit of his omelette at Iwaizumi, narrowly missing his friend. They shared a laugh across you, the sounds already calming you.

“You’d think you’d stop getting handsy with y/n after she so obviously turned you down last year.” Iwaizumi teased.

“Hey! She didn’t turn me down. We agreed we would be better as friends – mutually!” Oikawa pouted as you stifled a giggle. Iwaizumi glanced down at you, a smile spreading across his face when he saw you fully relaxed again. This was how you loved spending time with the two of them, just joking around and having fun. It wasn’t long before you were all separated again and had to rush off to class for the afternoon. But soon you’d be able to watch them practise after school like always, and that was the highlight of your day.

He was late. Iwaizumi was never late, but here it was 20 minutes into practice, and he wasn’t there. You had checked the changing rooms, running field, even his classrooms, but he wasn’t anywhere. You walked slowly back to the gym through the gardens, thinking about calling him, when you heard it.

“I like you. I like like you, Iwaizumi.” Silence. You hid behind the stone wall in the garden, just out of sight of the pair.

“Aoi I-“

“You don’t need to answer me now, just tell me there’s no one else.”

“Look, I’ve told you I’m single-“

“But you haven’t told me if there’s anyone you like yet, Iwa-chan.” It sounded wrong coming from her, the nickname sickly sweet, almost heavy in your ears.

“Aoi, -“

“Tell me there’s a chance for me Iwa.” You could almost hear the pathetic fluttering of her eyelashes from your hiding place. He would never.

“There’s a chance. But I want to get to know you first, okay?”

That’s when you felt it for the first time. The clawing at the back of your throat. You rushed to the bathroom, gasping, and struggling for air as your chest tightened. Throwing open the bathroom stall you retched into the toilet bowl, eyes watering and body shivering. Then you saw them through the tears streaming down your cheeks. Cherry blossoms were lying in the toilet bowl. You coughed and spluttered, bringing up more of the pale pink petals. They fluttered momentarily, before hitting the water and settling. That’s when you knew you couldn’t ever love anyone else, and you couldn’t survive without Iwaizumi loving you back.

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花吐き病 – Flower Vomiting Disease

- Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Bodily harm, blood, angst, death, pain description, swearing,

- Summary: You knew the end was coming, had been for a while now. If only you meant as much to him as he did to you then maybe it wouldn’t end this way. If only he loved you. Or maybe, you could cut this flower out and be free of this.

- Part 1 – The Beginnings of Cherry Blossom

- Part 2 – The Clawing of Branches

- Part 3 –

- Part 4 –

- Part 5 –

- Tags: @haikyuu-cafe @sassyglassesbunny @cuddlesslut @daphnxy @bakugouswh0r3 @playboygeniusphilanthropist

𖤐 — angst (kinda), mild nsfw, non-con touching, idk just general asshole behavior.

𖤐 — haikyuu!! boys that I think would lead you on.

— Tooru Oikawa is a player, why did you think you’d be the exception? He plays the pretty popular boy persona to get in your pants. Don’t get it wrong though, he’s not up your ass all the time, he’s not desperate. You’ll work for it, he’ll make sure of that and if you don’t he’ll end it there, because what’s the fun of having a toy that won’t play? But if you do playback he’ll either be the most mediocre fuck of your life or the best fuck of your life, it depends. Either way, you're not getting the charming little prince you got at first back.

— Hajime Iwaizumi is an observer and he can observe the fact that you have a crush on him, and if he’s in the mood he’ll make use of his observation. He’ll entertain your flirting not expecting much to come from it, that is, until something does. It’s not his proudest decision, but he uses the mindless trifling to get the chance to fuck you. He’s not proud of it, but he just kinda ghosts you afterwards.

— Tetsuro Kuroo stalks the halls with his tall stature and everlasting cocky look on his face, only to pass by you giving a wink and a deep smirk. Turning to whisper to a fellow classmate while staring daggers at you, no doubt gossiping about you. Tetsuro Kuroo is a huge dick, but he’s an even bigger flirt, he’ll lay it on thick too. Coming up behind you in the halls slipping his arm around your shoulders whispering the most obscene shit, he just likes to see you blush. And that’s about the only reason he ever fucks with you or fucks you— to see your pretty flustered face.

— Asahi Azumane doesn’t do it on purpose, to be honest, he’s scared of commitment. He really does like you, but he thinks he’ll fuck up what the two of you have and just ends it before he gets the chance to mess it up. But every time he ends it he comes right back just to end it once more.

— Yuji Terushima probably lead you on because you were the next pretty thing with a warm hole to fill. He doesn’t even try to hide that he’s just trying to get ass from you, it’s just up to you if you’re willing to give it to him.

— Osamu Miya spends every waking day with you till he gets what he wants, I mean on the way to classes, from and to school, it’s to the point that Osamu’s own twin starts to wonder if you two are together. But as soon as he gets what he wants (to sleep with you) he tucks his tail and runs, completely avoiding you, acts like you’re a total stranger— just any other girl.

— Atsumu Miya is a one-night-stand type of guy, so don’t be surprised when you’re left high and dry by him. Because he doesn’t have time for a relationship, he’s only worried about himself and his own pleasure. He cares for nothing more than a quick fuck with absolutely no strings attached, and sure sometimes he may fuck around and say the two of you might become something more, but he doesn't actually mean it.

— Eita Semi is a total asshole (in my opinion), he’s definitely the type to flirt with you to hell and back, but it’s the teasing borderline making fun of you type of flirting. He’d be the type to slap your ass in the hallways and walk away as if nothing happened, or keep looking at you and even wink at you when you’re in the crowd at his games or practice. But when you finally give him a chance to get his dick wet, he just dips. He’ll call you up whenever he’s horny and needs a fuck, then calls you a psycho bitch for saying he lead you on.

— Rintaro Suna is the fuckbuddie type, but unlike Semi, he doesn’t care to be the one to start flirting with you (he’s too lazy for that). But when you initiate the flirting, boy is he excited, excited to finally fill the more boring days. Yeah and after you fuck his pretty face won’t be anywhere in sight next to you when you wake up, you’ll see it the next time he’s bored and he needs something to fill his time. It’s all about him and his needs in your ‘relationship’.

masterlist

iwaizumi brainrot hours 😩

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

You didn’t think that giving a flirtatious smile to your boyfriend on your way home from a party would land you in this situation.

But here you are, with Iwaizumi’s hips slamming into your own and your palms pressed against the car window, your moans filling the small space. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck as he fucks you senseless, groans spilling out of his lips at the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt, walls soft and clenching around his length.

“Ah, shit. You’re so pretty, y/n…” his calloused hands grip your waist tightly as he continues thrusting into you at a pace that has you practically drooling. He moves one of his hands up your back, tracing between your shoulder blades and knotting his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly.

“R-right there…” You head is spinning and you can barely form coherent thoughts, the only thing on your mind is Iwaizumi, and how his cock is hitting that one spot inside of you that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” You can hear the strain is Iwa’s voice, and you nod your head, hands curling into fists against the window as you feel your high approaching. Every inch of your body feels like it’s lit up with a vibrating electricity, and you can barely remain upright as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Fuck.” You feel Iwa’s load spill inside of you as his grip on your waist tightens. Leaning over, he kisses down your back as you both catch your breath.

“Hopefully no one was walking by at this hour.” He helps you back into your dress, cradling your form and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I doubt it, Iwa.” You lean into his touch, letting out a small sigh. “Not that you care, do you?”

“Not at all. People should see themselves as lucky if they even get a glimpse of you.” Taking your hand, he assists you in getting back into the front seat, and he starts the car.

“Let’s just go home. I’m exhausted.” Your eyes flutter shut and your head rests against the window, and you can’t help the sleep that overtakes you as Iwa drives you both back home.

Kiss me so you won’t forget

》 35 An awkward kiss given after a first date. / Kuroo Tetsurou

Synopsis: 6 year old you sealed your promise with Kuroo with a kiss (on the cheek, but its still a kiss... right?) A promise that you would remember and wait each other until Kuroo could buy you a ring. You still remember, but does he?

Even though you weren't exactly best friends, you knew who Kuroo Tetsurou was, and really, who didn't? He was the captain of the volleyball team, one of the most handsome guy around, so smart and so cool, and also your first kiss.

Okay, okay, maybe not your first kiss- it was a small peck on the cheek, but you still counted it. You remembered the day it happened, you and he were playing in the playground, and even though you had just met that day, you felt like you knew each other forever.

He had told you he was going to marry you at the end of the day, and you still remembered the proud smirk on his lips as he promised you, his warm -and dirty- hand holding yours, those odd, golden eyes sparkling. "Just wait," he had told you, "wait till I can buy a ring." You nodded, trying to hide your joy from him.

"Promise me you won't forget me, 'kay?" He told you with a serious face.

"Okay." You had muttered, fidgeting your hands.

"And if I see any other boy here playing with you, I- I-" when he couldn't think of any threats, he held your other hand too, now holding both your hands, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll be really sad."

At that, you had smiled sweetly, without thinking much about it, you leaned in, and your lips touched his chubby cheeks. "I won't forget," you giggled, a kiss worth a promise. "But you have to promise you won't forget either."

And here you were, still remembering the day as clear as day, knowing it was a childish game, but still waiting. You had never forgotten about him, even though you hadn't seen him ever again, not until the first day of college, anyway.

A freshman, standing in the middle of the almost empty room, looking around like a fish out of water. You had no idea where your class was, and it didn't help to know your first ever lesson was Chemistry, your arch-nemesis. You thought of asking help from the people around you, but they all looked too mean for you, like they all were watching and snickering at you. Well, it was an exaggeration, they didn't really care about your presence there, and although some were laughing at the fish-out-of-water expression you had on your face, it was because you reminded them of their first day. 

Still, even though the paranoia you felt wasn't rational, it was there. So asking just anyone was out of the question. Chewing on your inner lip, you walked out to the hallway, hoping you could at least find a teacher so you could ask where the fuck the chemistry lab was. But instead of going to the d-block as you should've, you found yourself out in the garden. 

"Oh my god," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples as you looked around, this time even gathering to courage to go and as someone. That was when you saw a head of dyed blond hair bending over the game console in his hands, looking very uncomfortable as he sat on the very edge of the bench.

You didn't want to, but you found yourself walking towards the blond, his eyes never once leaving the screen, his fingers moving smoothly over the buttons.

"E- excuse me?" You muttered when you stood there a few seconds, and he didn't notice you. He visibly flinched at your voice, averting his eyes to you. "I'm, uh, I'm a freshman." You told him as if that explained everything. When he didn't answer, you cleared your throat. "I'm looking for the chemistry lab? I'm very late, and-"

"Kenma." You heard someone call from right behind you, the voice sending chills down your arms for an unexplainable reason. You turned around on your heels to see just who it was. He stood a few steps away from you, brows slightly furrowed as his golden eyes studied your face. Golden eyes that were too familiar. It didn't take you long to recognize who it was, the unruly, raven hair of his being the biggest hint. 

(You were a bit surprised he kept the hair though, because really, what even is that?)

Your lips parted, letting out a small gasp as you recognized, connecting the memory from so long ago with the tall boy that stood before you. The way his eyes examined your face, he probably thought he had seen you before, and you waited for him to remember, heart pounding in your chest because finally-

"I've been looking for you all around." He spoke softly, voice laced with concern, and your eyes widened, gaping at him because his words could only mean that he remembered, he really remembered. 

It took you a few seconds to realize he hadn't. His eyes weren't on you anymore, but on the small boy that slouched over his game. Kenma, ever the perceptive boy, noticed the slight slump of your shoulders, the disappointment that flashed in your eyes.

"I was here." Kenma shrugged, his eyes once again finding his game console. "Could you help her, though? She's lost, apparently, and I'm about to face the boss." 

"Oh, sure." He shrugged, a grin suddenly appearing on his lips, eyes slightly narrowing in a flirtatious manner. "Freshman, huh?" 

"That obvious?" You muttered, forcing a nervous laugh, and he chuckled. "Yeah." 

~~~

The walk felt like an hour. You quickly noticed Kuroo was pretty popular by the looks and whispers that followed you both, and frankly, this was not the first impression you wished to give. 

You anxiously fidgeted your hands, your gaze on your steps as he talked about... something.(what was he talking about again? You had forgotten to listen.)

"And, this is the chemistry lab." He told you, stopping suddenly and causing you to fall off balance. "Woah, careful." He grinned, holding you by the wrist before you fell flat on your face.

"Thanks." You told him with a giggle, biting your lip when you looked at the time. "The class is literally over in 10 minutes." You sighed. "I'll just skip it."

"Wow, rebellious, are we? And skipping chemistry? You must be out of your mind." He teased, chuckling. You shrugged, smiling back. "I don't really like chemistry anyway."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." He frowned, "come on, there are benches right around the corner so we can sit."

"Oh, it's okay, and you probably have classes anyway. Thank you so much for helping me, though." You told him with a smile, feeling bad for parting since he was fun to be around, but you didn't want him to feel like a babysitter. 

"My next class is also in this block, don't worry about it. What's your next class? We don't want you to get lost again, you know?" He grinned, making heat rush to your face. "It's math... I think." You answered as you followed him to the bench. 

"Here you go." He told you when he came back from the automat, a can of coffee in his hand. "The coffee tastes like shit, but it still does the job." He kept talking as he opened the can, making a face as he downed the coffee. 

"Oh, shit." You coughed after you took a sip, making him laugh, the rich voice making you shiver. "I told you." 

You sat there until the next lesson, the conversation never-ending, full of laughs, and it felt like that first day you had met. It felt like you knew each other all your lives, like you hadn't only met that day. Still, you neatly avoided ever talking about how you had met before -or that he had proposed to you-. It did kind of sting that he didn't remember when you hadn't forgotten all these years, but it was okay. You were kids, after all.

"You know, this was nice." He told you when you stood up to go back to your class, running one hand through his hair, he looked... nervous?

"It was, thank you for your help." You told him. "And the very bad coffee, too." You added, once again making him laugh. "It's a pleasure." 

He bit on his lip, his eyes locked to yours as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Or maybe it was... Did he finally remember?

"Would you like me to walk you to the class? Do you remember the directions?" 

"It's okay, I remember." You chuckled, missing the letdown look in his eyes. "Oh, okay." He muttered. 

Oh. 

You turned around to walk to class, stopping mid-track when you heard him call your name. "Yes, Kuroo-kun?" You asked sweetly when he didn't say anything for a few seconds. 

"I was thinking..." He muttered. "I can... you know, give you my number." He scratched the back of his neck anxiously. "So I can help if you ever get lost." He added when you didn't answer (you were still trying to process that he offered you his number?!)

"Oh, that would be amazing!" You told him a bit too excitedly. "Th- that's really sweet, thank you." You tried to suppress your grin as he entered his number into your phone. 

"You can always text me." He told you with a fake chough that was meant to hide his embarrassment. "Not only when- I mean if you get lost, but also if you ever need any help. Or just anything, really." He chuckled when he noticed your flushed stare. 

"You should probably go now," he told you. "You class is about to start." 

"Oh, shit!" You muttered, starting to run as you realized he was right. 

~~~

"Oh, hey Kenma!" You greeted your friend when he walked towards you. You were glad he had relaxed around you, feeling safe when it was just you two. 

"Hey, Y/N." He greeted back quietly. "Waiting for Kuroo?"

You nodded with a shy smile, averting your eyes from his golden ones to your hands. "He should be here any minute now."

"I doubt it." Kenma shrugged. "He was trying to shape his hair last time I saw him. He has been working on it ever since." He snickered villainously. "And that was 3 hours ago." 

You couldn't help but laugh at that, the image of Kuroo's frustrated face as he tried to rule his hair somewhat, making your shoulders shake with laughter. 

"What are you laughing at?" You heard someone talk from right behind you and making you jump in your place. "N-nothing!" You answered instantly when you recognized him. 

"I thought you were going to fix your hair." Kenma muttered, his words causing Kuroo's face to twist with shock, anger, and disappointment. 

"I did fix my hair!"

~~~

A date with Kuroo Tetsurou. 

You always imagined it would be amazing, but not this good. It was unfair how funny he was, how smart and good-looking. It was always enjoyable to be around him, but having his full attention on you, like this, romantically, was something else. 

It hadn't taken long after that second first time you had met for him to ask you out. You were hanging out almost every day anyway, he usually accompanied you to your classes, sometimes even waiting for you. 

So here you were. Kuroo had decided to go on a picnic for your first date, brought cookies and sandwiches and this time decent coffee, even fruits, and at least 20 bananas? You didn't ask him about the bananas, though.

You had been sitting there, on the top of the hill, for hours now. The sun had already set, stars showing up in the sky, but neither of you wanted to part. 

Kuroo was leaning on a tree, his arm slumped on your shoulder, pulling you towards his chest. It didn't feel awkward or odd to be in this position with him, but you weren't sure why (or how). You skid closer to him, dropping your head on his shoulder, aware of the grin on his lips when you didn't push him back. 

You sat like that for god knows how long, only deciding to go back when he noticed you were about to fall asleep between his arms. The ride back to your house was silent, the comforting kind that made you both smile. It was dark, the lights coming from the traffic every once in a while illuminating your pretty face, causing him to think this was yet another dream. He had no idea how he managed to make you fall for him, too, but Kuroo was grateful he did.

He tapped your shoulder slightly when you arrived, waking you up from your daze. "Y/N." He muttered, smiling. "We're here."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep." You answered with a cheeky smile. "So I thought." He chuckled. "So, uh, thank you for today." He told you, rubbing the back of his neck and causing you to scream internally at how adorable he was. 

"It was really nice." He kept on awkwardly when you stood silent and fiddled your fingers with your now unfastened seatbelt.

"I had so much fun, too." You answered, biting your lips as you thought of what to say next, but he acted before you.

"By the way, Y/N, you know this was a date, right?" He suddenly asked, the question leaving you dumbfounded. When you didn't answer him for a few seconds, he felt his eyes widening. "Y/N- are you seriosuly-"

"Kuroo, what the hell?" You asked, unable to control your laughter anymore. "Of course I knew this was a date!"

"Ah, damn, my heart almost stopped." He clutched his chest, only making your laughter louder. "Why would you even ask that?"

"Oh, I just... wanted to confirm it so I could tell you something." He muttered, not proceeding whatsoever. "And that is?.." You persuaded him, making him chuckle and lean forward to bring his face closer to yours. "I wanted to tell you that- that I like you. A lot." He finally admitted.

"I like you, too." You whispered, suddenly aware of how close his lips were.

"And I really, really want to kiss you." 

"I'm not- I'm not stopping you." You confessed, making him chuckle just before his lips touched your lips. It was a small peck, his soft lips pressing yours slightly, his touch on your lips lingering a few seconds before he pulled back. 

"I think-" He whispered, slightly breathless because of the excitement and the way his heart pounded in his heart. "I've fallen for you hard." He chuckled. "I'm not- Umm, I'm sorry our first kiss wasn't in somewhere more romantic, though." Kuroo told you, and you could see the slight disappointment in his eyes. 

You bit your lip (the feeling of his lips still lingered on yours), chuckling anxiously. "You know, this wasn't exactly our first kiss." You shrugged.

"What?"

"I, umm, I did kiss you on the cheek before. To seal... a promise."

His brows furrowed, trying to understand what you were talking about, confusion evident in his eyes. "No, you didn't." 

"Kuroo," you told him with a mysterious smile. "I did." 

You opened the car door, knowing by the slight widening of his eyes, he was an eyelash away from remembering. "Well, good night." You smiled, enjoying the look of shock in his eyes. 

You shut the door just as he shouted your name, "Y/N, wait, I remember!"

~~~

Even though you weren't mad at him for forgetting, Kuroo still made up for it with thousands and thousands of more kisses.

Focus (on me)

Request (by anon): Congratulations on 400 followers! Can I get Oikawa with 34 from your prompt list? As fluffly as possibe and maybe lil suggestive please :)) THANK YOU!

A/N: Of course, and thank you sm for participating in the event! This was so much fun to write ngl since I’m in love with this dude, like I can’t even explain. I hope you like this!

Warnings: one curse word, is it suggestive? jelaous Oikawa beware / first time I wrote something this short, it’s 1.3k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend isn’t very happy about you spending so much time on a school project with this guy, and he is determined to get your attention somehow

( [F/N] stands for friend/name! )

You didn't know why your teachers were suddenly obsessed with making break-out rooms or group projects, but it was getting frustrating at this point. 

You had at least two projects from almost every subject, and you never even found the idea amusing or rational. Group projects were time-consuming, annoying, and especially hard for socially anxious people. 

You were at least glad that you were paired with someone you knew this time, unlike your past two experiences of being paired with people you only knew by name and nothing else. So it might've been true that you were a little more enthusiastic about working with [F/N] since you always liked him a bit more than you did others.

You both got along perfectly, had much in common, and you often found yourself bursting into laughter at something he said, laughing till your stomach ached. 

Of course, none of this went missing from your boyfriend, Oikawa. 

At first, he was also glad you finally got to do a project with someone you liked. He laughed when you laughed, watching you with a warm gaze as he sat in the corner of the room till you finished the project or said it was enough for the day so you could go cuddle watch a movie with your boyfriend after.

But then he noticed your meetings started to get longer and longer, well aware of how you often swayed from work and had a conversation instead. And when you weren't on a zoom meeting with him, Oikawa found you texting each other. Of course, it was nothing serious, harmless, friendly texts and memes (he had to admit the guy had taste... the memes were hilarious), and it was mostly about school or how you were doing. And even though knowing all that couldn't stop him from getting jealous, he couldn't simply go and tell you he was jealous, could he? 

So he decided to solve this his way.

"Hey babe," Oikawa entered your room, his voice loud and the word 'babe'  emphasized so the guy could hear clearly. "Oh, hey, Tooru." You answered back. You were sitting on your bed as you took notes to the notebook next to you. The guy was also doing the same on the other side of the screen.

Even though you didn't greet him back with 'babe' like he hoped you would, he was still grateful for the smile you offered him. "Are you still working on the project? The one about that book you read? What was its name again... Brother's something?"

"Brother's Karamazov." The guy corrected Oikawa, causing him to make a face as he wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Yeah, that." Oikawa muttered as he settled beside you on the bed.

"Tooru? Did something happen?" You couldn't help but finally ask when he stood quiet and watched you and your friend work, pouting or huffing whenever he talked. 

"No? Does something needs to happen when I visit my girlfriend?" Your boyfriend protested (once again emphasizing the girlfriend part), taking your free hand between his larger ones as he played with your fingers. "Well, no, but I've never seen you so interested in my projects." You told him with a giggle, smiling softly when he started to draw hearts on your hand with his fingers.

"Well, maybe not your projects, but I'm interested in you." He muttered to you with that look that sent shivers down your spine. "Tooru!" You told him with widened eyes, your gaze flicking to your screen in embarrassment. 

"What are you doing?" You hissed between your teeth when he leaned even more towards you, causing your friend to fake a cough in awkwardness. "I'm just showing what's mine." Your boyfriend growled back, only then making you realize what this sudden possessive behavior was.

"Tooru?" You snickered, not able to suppress your mischievous smile, "are you, perhaps, jelaous?"

"Do I look jealous?" He asked, but the angry look in his eyes had already answered for him. "I'm sure he got it." You whispered, "Just let us do the project, 'kay?"

Even though a pout formed on your boyfriend's lips to your answer, he still shook his head and retracted a bit further away from you, not, however, dropping your hand.

"Um, where were we again?" You asked embarrassedly, since, even though you acted like it didn't, your boyfriend had affected you a lot. "We were talking about (...)"

"Oh, yeah. So as an argument to that, we could say-" You hitched a breath in when you felt something soft and warm on the tip of your fingers, something that oddly reminded you of Tooru's lips. You sent a glance at him, only to meet with his dark brown eyes, looking at you sneakily despite the innocent smile on his lips your fingers were tracing, and knowing damn well what he was doing.

"What?" He asked innocently. "You should concentrate, baby."

You cleared your throat, "Y-yeah, um, as I said, we can argue about how in Dimitri's trial, Foyodor... Um, I- I mean-" You gritted your teeth at the soft lips tracing your fingers, leaving trails of kisses on your palm and wrist, climbing it's way up.

This was torture. Pure torture, how you didn't know where the next kiss was going to be, how slow and soft he was kissing you, how you needed to focus but couldn't, and that was exactly what Tooru wanted.

"Tooru!" You whined, turning your microphone off, when his lips climbed up your arm, getting closer and closer to your neck. "What? I'm not doing anything!" He protested. "And you should be focusing." He emphasized the word focus. 

Yes, focus. Focus on me. Oikawa thought as he smiled slyly and kept climbing your arm with kisses that drew you mad. 

"Hey, Y/N- are you okay? You sound a little... flustered. We can do this later, too." Your friend told you, of course, Oikawa purposefully stood out of the frame, so your friend only saw you.

"Yeah, Y/N, are you okay?" Oikawa asked, looking at you from underneath his lashes, his lips now almost on your shoulder. 

"I'm- I'm okay, let's continue." You gritted your teeth as you turned your microphone on, hoping Oikawa would stop before he moved even further since if he even moved an inch, your friend would be able to see him and his mischievous smile, something Oikawa had wanted from the start.

You held your breath when Oikawa's lips traced your shoulder, making you shudder under his touch, his now a few shades darker eyes locked on your computer screen, at your friend who was watching him with widened eyes and a red face.

"I- um, this is probably not a right time, so maybe we should postpone..." your friend muttered, making the lips that were now on your neck thug upwards.

"I'm- you're right, I'm sorry about this- hey!" You warned your boyfriend when he bit the soft skin of your neck, but you heard him giggle in answer. 

"I'm gonna get back at you for this, asshole." You told him just before his lips closed on yours and made you gasp under his touch. Eyes automatically closing and arms wrapping his neck as you pulled him closer, you had already forgotten your friend's presence, melting into the kiss. But Oikawa was more than aware of him watching you with widened eyes, and even though he loved to see the defeated look in his eyes, this cute, flustered face of yours was only for him to see. 

So without breaking your lips apart, Oikawa averted his eyes to the screen, a snicker making him smile into the kiss as he clicked the red button, finally able to give you his full attention.

Fool me once, fool me twice

a/n: so this is very much self indulgent, and I'm hesitant at publishing it because it hits kind of close to home? Yeah it was very hard for me to push thru and finish the fic but here ya go. I hope you enjoy the ride!!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of lying, break-up, mentions of smoking, mentions of smoking, maybe?? Bullying?? Not openly but there's a hint

Genre: fluff, angst, bad ending til I write the second part, 6.8k

Part II

Synopsis: You always knew it was easy to get your heart broken, but a a sentence was all it took for you. "How do you tell someone you only dated them for a bet?"

It's at past midnight he meets your eyes for the first time in forever. 

Atsumu missed you, that's for sure. You can tell by the dark circles painting under his eyes, by the sudden hurt that surfaces in his familiar warm-brown eyes, by how his eyes widen with disbelief whether it's you who's staring back at him.

You missed him, too. Your heart takes a turn, and your breath refuses to enter your lungs for the few seconds your eyes are locked together. A lump you got too familiar with after meeting the blond starts forming in your throat, and you have to give it your everything to smile at the boy who had broken your heart like it didn't matter. It hadn't mattered, though, not until it was too late. 

Atsumu is no better, he wants to run after you, and he feels nauseous with the feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach. But he's been a coward ever since he met you, or maybe he always was the coward, but you just brought it out for him to see.

You both were afraid of getting your hearts broken, so much that you never let people get too close, not letting them in, pushing everyone away when they started pushing through the walls you had set for yourself.

You were a fool for getting your heart broken, though, a bigger fool for letting him, Atsumu Miya of all people, break your heart.

It's hard to tell how it happened, but easier to tell what happened. You, the girl who is scared of getting close to people, who people are friends with but never anything more, fell for someone you shouldn't have. 

Not close friends, not flirts, not lovers, nothing but simple friends, you guarded yourself so well all this time with well-made walls that won't let anyone push through.

There was one person who was talented enough to break your walls. You'd think it would require more than a cocky smile and a funny, though also shitty, personality, but ironically, it's Miya Atsumu who makes his way into your heart, the boy who knew of no boundaries.

So you admit defeat, that it's your fault for getting your heart broken. After all, it was you who trusted no one, trusted the boy no one else did.

How it happened is hard to explain.

Perhaps it's the idea of breaking you, being the first to shroud that cloud of mystery around you that pulled people to you so. The way you distanced yourself from people with a kind smile, each your steps proud as you walk in through the door, brings a new idea to the drunken minds, curiosity.

You could already sense the lingering eyes, the half-smiles forming on people's lips as they tried to think of a way to approach you. You make your way to your friends who watched you with half amusement, half disinterest, already used to the scene. 

You don't feel the warm-brown gaze watching you, however, as you refuse a jacket that's offered to you when a boy you don't know the name of asks you if you're cold, neither do you notice them when you finally arrive at the closed circle your friends had formed. 

The gazes start to change directions after a few more seconds, and you finally feel like you can breathe. But you still can't recognize that last pair of eyes lingering in your direction, the eyes that belonged to a certain fake blonde, Atsumu, that was sitting in the middle of the room with his twin and friends, a smile sitting on his lips as he took a sip from his drink. 

"Stop being a creep." A voice told him right after giving his head a good smack and made him refocus his interest on his brother instead. "Ow, the fuck are you hitting me?!" Atsumu rubbed his head with a frown. 

"Stop being a creep," Osamu repeated. "You don't have a chance anyway."

"Of course, I do. I have a chance with anyone." The grey-haired, more tolerable twin narrowed his eyes in annoyance, a scowl forming on his lips. 

"Not with her." Suna sighed with boredom, sipping his drink as he glanced around the room, eyes flickering your way for a second and back to the blond across from him. "I'm sure she's mentally stable." He snickered.

Aside from insulting Atsumu, all of them did believe Atsumu didn't have the chance to approach you, let alone make you fall for him, but Atsumu didn't seem to agree. A thoughtful hum left his lips as he grinned widely at his brother. "I have a chance with her. Could make her fall for me if I wanted." 

"No, you couldn't." Scoffed Osamu, Suna agreed with a mocking shake of his head.

"Yes, I could."

"No, you-"

"Shut up!" Suna rolled his eyes, successfully silencing the annoying pair, but it only took a few seconds for Atsumu to speak again. "Wanna bet?"

"Bet on what?" Osamu muttered, but he knew what the blond had in mind.

"That I could make her fall for me."

"I'm in." Suna chimed in, suddenly interested in the conversation. "I bet you can't date her more than a month." He added with an amused grin.

"I bet you can't date her at all." Atsumu scoffed at his brother when he sent him a cocky grin. 

"Challenge accepted."

Atsumu lifted off the couch, combing his fingers through his perfectly messy bleached hair, fixing a cocky grin as he made his way to you. 

You should've recognized it as your que to run, the moment you felt that warmth blooming in the pit of your stomach, when you saw him approaching you, so confident and cocky as he leaned in, laughing at just how bored you looked. 

But you didn't know any better, eyeing him with an equally cocky smile. "Oh, hey," you muttered with a smile. "Well, what made the Atsumu Miya come off from his throne to talk to us peasants?" Atsumu felt chills running down his arms at how his name rolled off your tongue as you sent a look to the couch he was sitting on, tilting your head when you noticed all his friends watching you both. They quickly averted their eyes, laughter coming from their way not too later.

"I wouldn't call you peasants." He shrugged. "Right, you called them- what was that, oh, squeling pigs?"

"Only if you're a fan." Atsumu quickly answered, making you laugh despite his dark tone. "Oh, I'm safe then."

"Ouch." He chuckled, eyes glancing over you like nothing, the mocking amusement in his warm-browns hiding his thoughts. How should he proceed? What should he say next? What did you like to do, to eat to watch? How to get you to tell that to him?

Atsumu already knew it wouldn't be easy to approach you, and he could sense the walls guarding you ever since he first saw you, which was the very reason he had never advanced you before. He knew you were the type to only settle for a relationship, the kind that revolved around love and honesty, something Atsumu couldn't and wouldn't give you.

But he couldn't help but think that maybe, it was worth it. 

A night full of strategically made choices, words chosen deliberately for a purpose on Atsumu's side, nicely timed small brushes of hand, a few glimpses, eyes that meet, and shared smiles. All that felt anything but artificial as you found yourself laughing freely at something the blonde had said, and you hadn't pulled back when the tips of his fingers brushed your face. You felt the warmth radiating from his hand right over your temple, a sly grin on his lips as he held his fingers pressed together in front of you, telling he had picked a stray eyelash. 

"Make a wish." He grinned, causing you to roll your eyes with a scoff. "What are you, three?"

"C'mon, just make a wish." He whined, grinning when you agreed. "Good grades, I guess?" You told him, making him groan loudly. "No, don't tell me! It won't come true if you do."

"Oh, thanks, now I'm truly ready for the upcoming exams." You frowned jokingly. "It's your fault, not mine." Atsumu told you, making you laugh with how serious he looked.

So you made your wishes, blowing on the lash and hoping for the best.

~

Atsumu sucks at relationships, you quickly realize, almost as bad, or probably worse, than you. But he is good at making up for it, and he is maybe a little too good at making your heart beat twice as fast in your chest. 

It's the small things that make you lower your guards down almost unconsciously, and he's always a little closer to you, to -breaking- your heart each time you see him. The texts you frequently exchange, the hugs he gives you before dropping you back at your house, a kiss pressed on your hair when he has you between his arms on a cold night, to protect you from the cold, he says.

But as he gradually gets closer to you, you never get to get closer to him. Atsumu likes keeping himself at a distance, his heart at a distance, and you think you two are more similar than you thought you were. Neither of you let anyone get closer to you than certain boundaries, taking no risks. You distanced people both physically and emotionally. And while Atsumu did so only emotionally, he still was far from everyone.

He unintentionally shows the little parts of him to you, like how he would fall sound asleep in less than five minutes if someone played with his hair. He hadn't meant to tell you, but it had happened so naturally, Atsumu found himself telling you even that small piece of information without a worry. 

"Atsumu? What are you doing here?" You sounded surprised, but the smile on your lips told him you were happy to see him.

"I thought you would be here." He shrugged. "My practice's over, too, so I thought- you know."

"Oh, I know. You missed me so much that you left practice early and came into a library?" You laughed when he gave you a crooked smile, playing along with your teasing. "I didn't think you'd even know the way." 

"I didn't." He answered, making you giggle. "But my love for you led the way~" He dramatically played out, making you chuckle, and your heart miss a beat, even though you knew he was joking. You just hoped he was partly joking.

"Well, did you come here to ask me for a tour or something?" You asked when he stood there awkwardly. "I came here to see you!" Atsumu protested, plopping himself to the vacant seat next to you, making you immediately close his mouth with your hand when he spoke too loud. 

"Well, Atsumu, since you're a foreigner, let me give you the ground rules. No shouting-" You mocked him, stilling when he laughed along. Your eyes widened when you finally noticed what you were doing, the feeling of his warm lips under your fingers sending a shiver down your spine. You immediately retracted your hand, apologizing when Atsumu caught your hand, trapping it in his bigger one and smiling cockily at you.

"What happened? You were so confident just a second ago? Tell me more about the rules, please." Atsumu whispered as he leaned in, and you were scared he would be able to feel the excessive warmth radiating off your face. 

You were saved from your awkward situation when his phone chimed with an incoming text. You hadn't thought anything of it when he checked the text, his face paling slightly as he quickly pocketed his phone. "What, side-chick drama?" You joked, not expecting him to look at you so seriously, the mood changing as soon as the words left your lips. 

"There's no one else." He frowned, almost hurt by your remark. "I know my reputation, and it's mostly true, so you might not believe me-" Atsumu muttered, and you could almost feel it in your heart that you shouldn't have believed him, but you did. He looked so sincere, so genuine as he stared into your eyes, your hand still in his hold as he gave you a crooked smile.

"Ookay." You spoke gingerly with an awkward chuckle. "Do you want to go now?"

"Don't you have things to do?" 

"Well, yeah, but I can do them later. I don't want you to get bored." You shrugged, packing your bag when he stopped you. "No, no, it's okay. I won't get bored."

"Are you sure?" You asked suspiciously. 

"Yeah, I'm tired anyway, I'll just rest here." 

"Go rest at home, idiot." You scoffed, but you were sitting back at your place, unpacking your bag. "Nah, the views much better here." Atsumu placed his sweatshirt on the table as a makeshift pillow, resting his head on it, and gave you a cocky smile. 

He quickly realized he spoke too soon, though. Atsumu was physically not able to stay still for more than five minutes, something you had noticed rather quickly. 

"Atsumu, shut up." You groaned. "The more you talk the longer I'll stay here. Just go home."

"Aren't you going to walk back home?" He muttered without raising his head from the table, eyes droopy with sleep, and he looked boyishly handsome without all his annoying confidence and teasing grins, and you found yourself smiling as you stared at him.

"Yeah, it's not far, though."

"Then no. It's already dark, and I don't want you to walk back alone. Besides," Atsumu quickly added before you could protest about him staying behind just for you, "I like spending time with you."

"Then I need you to shut the fuck up." You smiled, making him chuckle even in his half-asleep state. 

"And I need you to play with my hair."

"What?" You asked, bewildered, and you could tell he hadn't meant to say it, either. "It's not- it's nothing." He grinned. "Apparently, we gave mom a hard time when we were small, 'Samu and I. We weren't the quietest of kids, you know. She always played with our hair when she wanted us to calm down."

"Does it still work?"

You grinned when he shrugged and turned his face the other way, but you had already taken note of the blush that adorned his cheeks. "Well then," you hesitantly brought your hand closer to him, taking a lock of hair between your fingers. 

You could feel him tensing with surprise at the contact, though he quickly relaxed beneath your hand when you ran your finger through his locks, a sigh rising from his lips. His breathing was slowing as you softly patted his head of hair, laughing each time he sighed.

"Wow, I didn't think it would work this well." You teased him when he stood silent the next few minutes as you played with his golden locks, waiting for him to protest or answer in any way, but he stood silent. 

Your eyes narrowed, widening right after when you took in how his back rose and dropped regularly, breathes deeper and slower. You couldn't help but giggle, the feeling that spread to even the tip of your fingers from your chest, causing you to feel both scared and giddy.

~

Atsumu is quick to ask you out, but he seems hesitant in everything else. 

He talks a lot, but never about himself. He laughs and shouts, gets angry, and shows his emotions, but always to a certain point. You sense he never shows you the real depth of his feelings and never his thoughts.

You often find yourself wondering what he's thinking, especially when he's looking at you like that, like he wants to take everything back.

The subtle guilt is the only emotion you can catch that he can't hide, but it's almost unnoticeable that you let it slide. It's your heart telling you not to try and understand that you later find out. 

The guilt is heavy the day you kiss him. It's right before his game, a few days after you've made your relationship official, after a month and a half. Atsumu seemed nervous, but you somehow could tell it wasn't entirely because of the game. 

"Be careful, okay?" He grinned, pulling you into a hug as he almost always did whenever he saw you, and you were used to it by now. Still, the way his hands lingered on your frame a little longer than they usually did, the needy glances of his brown eyes, you could tell something was bothering him.

"Ugh, cheesy much." You teased, trying to free yourself of his grip, but he refused to let go. "I'm not going to war," you chuckled when Atsumu pulled back from hugging you to press a kiss to your hair. "If anyone's supposed to be careful, it's you!" 

He hummed as an answer, eyes trailing over your form as his grin spread even wider on his lips. "My jersey looks really nice on you," Atsumu muttered, finally letting you go. "I think I can get used to- ow!" He chuckled as you hit his arm when his voice dropped an octave, his playful grin turning into a suggestful one.

"Everything looks nice on me." You winked, making him laugh, feeling better to have disposed of his nervousness. "True."

"Tsumu!" You heard his twin call towards the two of you, and it seems even the idea of letting you go disturbed Atsumu. "Hey, I'm gonna be fine, okay?" You laughed, rising to the tip of your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his slightly agape lips. 

You had meant to pull back, but he was quick to hold your face and hold you close. "Was that supposed to be a good lucks kiss?" He whispered to your lips when he pulled back, only a millimeter away from your lips, and you can feel the way your heart skips a beat when you flutter your eyes open and meet his warm gaze, the look in his eyes making you smile with happiness. "Yeah, go win the match." You laugh and pull back, and this time, he lets you, too.

You can't tell why his twin looks so grim, though, as he watches you part.

~ 

Almost three months after you started dating, Atsumu finally started to get more comfortable. Not just him, though, since you also had your boundaries flexing little by little for him.

It doesn't feel strange when he takes his hand between his now, when he caresses your face before leaning in for a kiss, when that sweet smile appears on his lips whenever you and his warm-brown eyes meet, and when he traces the line of your lips when you snuggle closer to him during a movie.

"You're coming to the party tonight, right?" Your phone chimed with a new text, and you were unable to suppress your grin when you saw it was from Atsumu. It had been four months at most that you've known him, and the way your feelings were evolving to something more terrified you. It wasn't good news that you were so used to his presence, almost longing for it when he was away, but you quickly discarded the thought.

"You forced me to, so yeah."

"I missed you, that's why I'm forcing you >:( I'll meet you there." He texted back. You went to a few parties with him, met his friends who acted like your bodyguards, shielding you from all the curious attendees of the party that came up to you to ask about you and Atsumu. And as much as you appreciated the act, the almost fearful look they gave you whenever anyone approached you just caused your uneasiness to grow.

You were going to the party with a girl who lived in the apartment right next to yours. You didn't know the girl much, but you were in the same class, and it was better than walking back home in the middle of the might in party clothes.

"Let's leave at- 2 am, is that okay with you?" She asked when you arrived at the place where the party was. "Yeah, sure, meet me here if you can't find me inside." You told her before parting ways. 

You were used to having the eyes on you when you entered a room, but never to a whole room of people laughing at your face. And that was what you felt as you heard the room lapse into silence when you appeared in the entrance, snickers and laughter following it right after. 

It was short-lived, however, since Osamu and Suna were quick to spot you, making their ways to you, and you caught the deadly glare Suna had sent to them, making the room finally avert their eyes off from you. 

Still, even their presences went to some extent since you could still feel the glances sent your way, whispers following you, and it was the final straw when a girl came up to you, asking if it'd been a month yet, and why Atsumu still held you around.

Before you even got the chance to answer, Suna did it for you, telling her to fuck off with the coldest voice you had heard from him. You knew you should've at least had a vague idea about what was going on. But you chose to meet the eyes of your lover that was standing in the doorway, instead.

"You're finally here!" You exhaled when Atsumu's hand brushed yours, and you were so relieved, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him to a hug. "Missed me already?" You heard him chuckle, but you hadn't missed the worried glance he had sent you, either. 

"You're very late, you're aware, right?" You muttered as you pulled back, and Atsumu had to take in a deep breath of relief since he was afraid you would be able to hear how fast his heart was beating. You were never the one to first hug or touch him, so Atsumu couldn't help but feel excited about it, trying to suppress the goofy smile appearing on his lips.

"Did something happen?" Atsumu frowned when you still seemed a little off. "I wasn't that late, besides, it takes a while to be this handsome, you know?" You rolled your eyes when he mockingly grinned at you. 

"Don't I look handsome?" He pushed when you didn't answer, frowning even deeper when Osamu answered it for you. "Not even a little bit, you egoistic shithead!"

You were glad Osamu had interrupted since it was a quick way to take Atsumu's interest off from you and make him pick a fight with his twin instead. 

You watched the two run around the house, cursing their endless stamina after ten minutes. Atsumu finally arrives back at his spot next to you. You're out on the balcony, sitting on one of those flimsy plastic chairs and scrolling through your phone, brows knitted together. There's an ashtray on the table in front of you, half a cigarette still burning. Suna must've been there.

"What's got you looking so mad?" You hear him mutter. He's quick to plop on the seat next to you, hands wrapping around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. "Hm? Oh, nothing." 

"Watcha doing here, then?"

You shrug. "I wanted some fresh air, I guess. I wasn't feeling comfortable in there." He gave you an understanding hum since he already knew you didn't like it when you felt forced to tell something you didn't want to, so he decided you would explain it if you felt comfortable.

"'m tired." He muttered after sitting in silence for how long, you didn't know, and you couldn't hold in a laugh at how childish he could sometimes be. "It must be because you have been sprinting around the house for a whole ten minutes." 

He chuckled, just nuzzling his face a little closer to you, waiting for you to get the hint to play with his hair. You heard him sigh deeply. "You smell so nice."

"Don't smell me!" You blurted out, trying to push him off since you felt self-conscious (did you smell? It was kind of hot in here, or what if you smelled like sweat? "No- stop, okay, I won't smell you." He pouted without letting you go.

"You're awfully clingy today." You sighed, giving up on trying to push the blond off from you, secretly loving the attention, too. "Oh my god," you frown when he groans, "Will you just play with my hair?"

You comply, combing back the blond-locks from Atsumu's face, looking so peaceful with a smile adorning his soft lips, and you couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was. 

Neither of you noticed the grey-haired twin that had just exited the house. Nor did you see his widened stare he sent your way, cringing at the honest smile on the liar's lips as you ran your fingers through his blond locks just like he liked it.

Osamu was surprised Atsumu had even told you he liked it when people played with his hair, let alone going as far as letting you do it. Osamu had never seen Atsumu so close to anyone, and he didn't think he was capable of smiling like that.

Like he was in love.

~

Ugh, she was drunk. 

You thought she would at least be sober enough to walk by herself, but you cursed yourself for trusting her to hold her liquor as you swung her arm over your shoulder and helped her walk. 

Call me when you get home, okay?" Atsumu had told you, concern lacing his features as he had eyed the drunk girl sitting on the floor. "Are you sure you'll be fine? Suna can come with-"

"It's okay, don't worry." You had laughed, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek before parting.

"You know, you shouldn't be falling for him." The girl slurred. "Huh?" You asked, unable to try to understand her drunken words since you were busy stabling both of you. 

"Atsumu Miya." His name, falling off her lips so effortlessly that it caused an uneasy feeling to settle in your chest. "He's an asshole."

"He can be an asshole sometimes, yeah." You chuckled, losing your balance when she shook her head too hard, losing her balance and pulling you with her. "No. He's an asshole that you shouldn't be trusting." 

You pursed your lips, biting your tongue from saying anything else. You were already aware of Atsumu's reputation, and there was no need to rub it in your face.

"I'm just saying, take it as a warning from a friend, yeah?" She finally spoke, breaking off your thoughts and dropping the issue. "Thanks." You muttered, hoping she would stay silent for the rest of the walk, your hopes dying when she suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, eyes wide, and gasped.

"What happened- are you going to throw up?" You couldn't help but let go of her with the thought, leaving a distance between you since you knew you also wouldn't be able to hold yourself if you saw her throw up.

"N-no, -shit- I forgot my phone back there!"

"Your phone? Are you sure-" Your voice trailed to nothing as you watched her clear her pockets and handbag, and there really wasn't a phone that dropped out of her bag. "I left it in the kitchen!" She groaned, sitting on the floor and burying her face in her hands when you notice she was fucking crying.

"Hey, um, it's okay. You can get it tomorrow. Nothing would happen, and-"

"No, you don't understand!" She interjected. "My brother will kill me if -when- he calls me and I don't answer! He thinks I'm at home, and I can't tell him I left it somewhere else."

You knew what you had to do, and you hadn't walked much either. The house was ten minutes away from where you two stood, but it still felt like so much work after a night of loud party and stress the people had caused you.

"Okay, okay." You groaned. "Let's go get it back."

~

"Wait here, alright?" You help her sit on the bench, sighing with relief since she was sobering up at least a little.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop.

The plan was to get in, take the phone, get out, but as you stand in front of the door, hearing your boyfriend's muffled shouts, you couldn't help but listen. 

Atsumu was a hot-headed person, and hearing him shout or get angry in general wasn't abnormal, but you had never heard him sound so grave, almost like he was terrified.

"You have to end this." Osamu sounded stern, colder than you'd ever heard him. You glanced through the slightly agape door to find your boyfriend just as you had left him, slumped on the couch with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, blond locks peeking through it. You watched him as he brought the collar of the sweatshirt to his nose, a smile appearing on his lips as he did so. You couldn't help but feel warm when you remembered the embarrassed smile Atsumu had gave you as he admitted that he liked your smell and that it comforted him when he felt stressed.

Atsumu buried himself in the hoodie, the hoodie had given you at the beginning of the night, and though it did smell like cigarettes and alcohol, too, it still had your scent on it. 

You watched him as he bit his lip, taking a few seconds to answer his brother. "Why? I didn't even win yet." He shrugged, leaning to the table and downing another shot. 

"You did, congratulations." Osamu scoffed. "End it already." You knew what you were doing was wrong, that you shouldn't listen to their conversations, even when he was your boyfriend, so you were getting ready to enter the room before you heard him speak.

"I didn't win." He protested, "the conditions were to make her fall for me and-"

You froze. 

No, it couldn't be you they were talking about, that there had to be a misunderstanding your heart tries to reassure you, but Osamu's next words are shattering.

"I fucking told you, you won!" He shouted, voice echoing in the room. "How much of an asshole do you have to be to continue after even this? She's already in love with you, and you know it, you have to tell her before it's too fucking late!"

You were suddenly shivering, teeth chattering together uncontrollably. You knew you had to leave. 

But it's only that day you come to realize how easy it is to break someone's heart. All it took was a few words for you, at the very least. 

You were standing in front of the slightly agape door, both your hands pressing on your chest as you do to a wound, trying to stop it from bleeding more, but they keep talking, and you're unable to make a sound, let alone make it stop. 

"Tell her what? How do you tell someone you only dated them for a fucking bet?"

Atsumu's words were ringing in your ear. "I never thought I would- that it would go this far." He sounded calmer this time, grieving, even. 

"What? What are you planning to do, continue this lie for the rest of your fucking life?" You had seen Osamu angry many times before, but it was never this scary. "There's something else that's stopping you from telling her, isn't there? Breaking her heart isn't the only thing stopping you."

"Like what?" Atsumu interrupted with a tone he hoped was cynical. "What're you trying to say, 'Samu?" 

"I'm not trying to say anything." Osamu hissed. "I'm telling you that you're in love with her, just as much as she is with you." Osamu had expected his twin to protest despite the obvious, but it was somehow sadder that he chose to stay quiet. 

"You're right." Atsumu shrugged after a minute or two. "And that's why I can't end it." 

"Well, it's a good thing I can." You entered the room, your face damp with tears you hadn't been able to hold back, your body shaking with the overwhelming emotions you were feeling. You watched both the twins freeze in their places with fear, Atsumu's widened eyes finding your figure, but you refused to look his way.

You quickly made your way to the kitchen, spotting the phone and whirling your way to the exit before neither of them had the chance to catch you. But Atsumu was quick on his feet, despite the hazy state alcohol was causing, how his knees were shaking, and how fast his heart was beating, he somehow managed to choke your name out, though it sounded more like a sob. 

"Wait, please!" He called once again, and you were praying to whatever god up there that he couldn't see how you're shaking.

Even when adrenaline coursing through your veins, Atsumu was faster than you, and you knew you couldn't avoid him as his hands that were cold with fear got a hold of your wrist, pulling you back to him, maybe a little too rough. "Please, j-just listen to me!" 

"Listen to you?" You repeat, voice venomous, it makes the blonde flinch. "I think I heard enough, what else is there to say?"

"No- no, just let me explain." 

"You heard him, love, no need to explain." You told him, and you watched him cringe at the way you utter the word, almost like spitting it out, and you could see how much it hurt him. You didn't care, though. "You won the bet. Congratulations on being the biggest asshole ever. How much did you win, Atsumu? Was it hard sticking around a relationship you didn't even give a shit about? Did you have fun watching me make a fool of myself to everyone?" You couldn't help it when your voice broke as you remembered the pitying looks people kept throwing at you, the laughter, the mockery.

"Just let me- please!" He cried out, frustrated, overwhelmed, and heartbroken, and it was all too much. Why did you have to learn it this way?

"I don't want to hear it!" You cried, trying to pull your wrist free from his grip, but he wouldn't let go. It felt like if he did let you go, he would never be able to hold you ever again. "Please..." You cringed at the way he begged, voice hoarse, and you couldn't help but think if he was honest at least this once.

"Okay, then." You shrugged, averting your eyes away from him. "Explain."

Now that he finally had the chance, Atsumu only then realized he had nothing to say. Nothing to make this better, nothing he could say to win you back. 

The worst part was, however, that you both had thought he did have something to say, that you let hope bloom in your chest in expectations of something, of an explanation that could ease your pain. You couldn't help but laugh when you noticed there wasn't, once again fooling yourself for his sake.

Atsumu couldn't speak, he just raised his hand to touch your face, and it felt like you slapped him when you shied away from it. It hurt, hurt so much that Atsumu lost all thought, words sprawling out of his mouth in mindless panic.

"Please-" he repeated. "It was just a joke and-"

"A joke." You repeated his words back to him. "Your joke was to watch me fall in love with you? Did you at least have fun lying to me all this time?" You couldn't hold back your voice, it came out as strained shouts, laced with fury, but you don't care.

"I know everyone else did. You know, I always knew something was off, watching people snicker to my face when they saw me. Was it that entertaining to watch as you broke my heart, too?"

"No, Y/N-"

"Are you having fun, Atsumu?" You cut him off. "Laugh all you want, then, wasn't this what you wanted? Why aren't you laughing, still?" You were screaming at this point, and it made Atsumu's blood run cold.

"I- I didn't think I'd fall in love with you, too." He whispered, and his words broke your last resistance, that you found yourself sobbing uncontrollably.

Your body was shaking with cries, and the weight pressing on your chest was so heavy, you were afraid of being crushed under it.

"No, don't lie to me anymore." You spoke, and it was the first time he heard you beg. "Please, don't lie to me, Atsumu."

"I-" you started to speak again, lost on words, gasping for air, not sure when he had pulled you to himself as you cry into his chest. The rational part of you told you to push him away, but you found solace in his warmth, as idiotic as it is.

"I trusted you."

"I showed you a part of me no one knew. I trusted you wouldn't break my heart since we were so similar, and you broke it for what? Why couldn't you just let me be, why did you have to- why did you have to make me fall in love with you?"

You couldn't hear the I'm sorry's he was whispering in your ear, I love you, please, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you.

"I wish I never met you." You sobbed mindlessly, not noticing the shaky breath he took at your words, how his heart was beating faster than you could even guess, how he was trying to give his everything to stop his body from the sobs that are bubbling inside of him.

I wish I never met you.

It stung, hurt so much, something he had never experienced before. Atsumu didn't want to let you go as you pulled yourself away from him, hugging you tighter and shaking his head no, no please, don't go, but you can't- can't be here anymore. 

He couldn't even say goodbye as you turned your back to leave.

If Atsumu knew that was going to be your last day together, he would've kissed you one last time.

One last time, he sobs. I wish I could've kissed you one last time.

Let's talk about how Suna is either headcannoned as either someone who hates physical affection with every fiber in his body, or someone who is attached to his s/o by the hip and can't live without "kissies"

Now, here's my take on this.

I don't think he loves physical affection or pda, I think Suna likes his space and values it a lot. But, that doesn't mean I agree with him hating it either.

Yes, he doesn't accept physical affection from anyone and everyone and often tries to avoid it, but again, I think that's just him valuing his personal space and not feeling comfortable receiving affection that way, and/or being that close to people.

But that does not mean Suna feels the same way towards you, too. Being close to you doesn't make him feel awkward, it doesn't make him feel like his privacy is being (baltalanmak). Suna doesn't resent the feeling of you in his arms, against his chest, your breath tickling his neck, your fingers tracing shapes on his skin, the feeling of you under the pads of his fingers as he caresses your cheeks.

Did it take him a while to get to this stage of the relationship? Yes.

It's because trust isn't something simply given, one has to earn it, even when it's harder to earn from people like Suna. Skeptical, doubtful towards other people.

Because of this, Suna hadn't let anyone get close to himself before you. No one could get past his cold demeanor, break the shell. It's because physical affection is something out of his comfort zone, he doesn't want it.

Physical affection never sounded too appealing anyway, so he used a cold demeanor to keep people as far as possible.

Because people don't miss what they never had or felt, Suna never understood the crave people had towards this. That led him to never actively seeking for physical affection.

But with you? When he first met you, even when it made him feel strange, unsafe, he still craved your touch, wanted you close. It's by time you ease him to it.

So no, Suna neither hates nor loves physical affection, I think he's just head over heels for you.

》 Fool me once, fool me twice

a/n: holy fuck, it's here. It's finally here. writing this might be the hardest thing I did- sucked my soul right out of my body. If it flops I'm going to be very, very sad.

synopsis: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. For someone so terrified of heart breaks, both you and Atsumu sure play the part of the fools well. 

part one

genre and warnings: angst. post-break-up, cursing, tw:drinking

There's something about Miya Atsumu; it breaks your heart.

As you watch the ball flying over the court, screams erupting in your ears, you find your hands holding on the bars shaking. It's not one of the important games Inarizaki is playing that year, but it is going to determine if they can keep playing in the tournaments, so the whole school is there to watch.

Unfortunately for you, of course.

Looking at the blonde standing in the middle of his side of the court, Atsumu Miya looks heartbreakingly beautiful.

He looks jittery, unlike his usual self; Atsumu's nervous gaze keeps glancing at the bleachers, eyes scanning his audience. To find you, you know.

You check the time by tapping your phone screen twice; you find your hands shaking as you try to stuff it back in your pockets. The urge to run away is unshakable, but you can't- you won't run away.

You roll your lip between your teeth, biting on it slightly to focus on the pain instead of what will happen after the match. Your gaze once again finds him, the court falling into a deep silence as Atsumu Miya serves. He looks unaffected and smug as he always does, but you can see the nervousness running down his back.

You wonder if he feels the same as you do.

Does he wish the game would never end, as well? Does he hope you'd be gone by the end of the game so he wouldn't have to hold his promise? As if he feels your thoughts, Atsumu's eyes finally locate you in the crowd. It's the first time since you've seen that gaze since the break-up. It feels nothing foreign; the heaviness of his eyes lingering over you as you see his brows pinch together, his face for a second giving away his hurt.

You missed him. You knew that already- but all this time, you were so focused on how to hurt you were going to feel that you forgot how much you had missed him.

Ironically, it's the small details that remind him of you, the minor things that you miss the most. Like that one time, he had smiled at you when you took a bite from his cookie. The way he would trace hearts on your back as he had you between his arms, resting his head on your shoulder, thinking you didn't notice the shapes he drew.

You really missed his voice, whining at you when you said you were too tired to watch him train, missed how he would secretly add sugar to his tea when he thought you weren't looking because you had once told him drinking tea with sugar was a crime.

You missed feeling safe around someone, feeling anything other than alone, feeling like you didn't have to keep this facade of a guard up.

After all, it wasn't just him who had broken your heart, who had lied to you, misled you, let you fall in love before their eyes, knowing it anything but genuine; but your friends as well.

They love to tell you they're here for you if you need them, love to repeat that ugly sentence, "time heals everything."

Time heals nothing.

It only blurs the feelings a little, gives you new things to think about, but it doesn't heal. When you look, the hurt is still there.

What you hate even worse is to hear them apologizing- oh, that constant fucking apologizing that everyone seems to think they owe you now that the cat's out of the bag.

People think everything goes back to normal with a simple apology and a kind smile. Well, surprise, it doesn't.

Not when you still remember that night you walked back home alone, cold, shivering, and shaking with tears, emotions you couldn't handle.

You didn't remember much about the walk itself; you'd think you'd remember every detail in a moment like that- but all you could remember was how heavy everything felt, like the whole night, the world even, was crushing down on you.

You remembered how rapidly your heart was beating, how a constant stream of thoughts screamed that this was a nightmare- not true, now you'll wake up in his arms and plant a kiss on his lips.

You remember not crying, not even a single drop until much later into the night. Your hands trembled as you reached for the door- mind in a frenzy of "please, no, this isn't true!", it took you a minute to get the key into the lock.

You remember. Only you remember how your knees buckled, how your body refused to carry you any longer, how you threw yourself in when the door finally opened, not finding the energy to pull yourself back up and sitting there on the cold surface for hours.

You try to process what you're feeling, but they're too much.

There's a feeling of wrongness that coils in your stomach, presses on your lungs; it makes you feel dizzy; the room spins around you as you so desperately try to focus on staying awake, on breathing.

Hopelessness keeps you sane; it tells you this isn't happening, denying anything and everything the logical part of your mind tells you. An empty feeling sits heavy on your chest; that one's the worst, consuming your thoughts with the sticky sense of desperation.

Desperate for him, for comfort, for someone to be on your side, someone to tell you that it's okay, you'll get through this, you're going to be okay.

And despite everything, every lie he had told you, despite him playing with your heart so cruelly, you know there's but one person you'd accept those words as the truth.

You can't believe how vulnerable you are for him, how ready you are for him to break your heart once again if it means you can talk to him one more time.

You feel tears of pity run down your cheeks, pity at yourself, pity at the girl who sobs with her head in his hands, alone and broken because she was fool enough to believe she was precious for one.

What's worse is that, even when you know everything was a lie, was planned just to watch you make a fool of yourself; even when you know Atsumu Miya lied to you for the expense of your heart, right then, you find yourself crying because you wish he'd lie to you once again.

~

The first few days are the worst.

Waking up is harder than it's supposed to be. Sleep doesn't show up easily.

In your dreams, a honey-colored pair of eyes twinkle with amusement when you ask him if he loves you. He hugs you with a light laugh; it feels more real than when you're awake. "Why would you even ask that?" He kisses you tenderly, "Of course, I love you."

He's cruel, even in your dreams. It's unfair, it's brutal, you have every right to be furious and heartbroken, but there's a question that plagues your mind.

What now?

What are you supposedto do now?

You know you shouldn't thinking of the way he would caress your cheek before leaning in for a kiss, the way he would smile on your lips when your hands buried themselves in his faux blonde locks.

You know you shouldn't torture yourself looking back on your photos and texts you exchanged, seeing how many more lies he told you, how easy it all came to him. All while you opened your heart, stood there vulnerable for him.

It's like venom going through all your memories with him, blacking them all out as lies, lies, and lies, all for the sake of breaking your heart. His boyish smiles, the smallest acts of affection, the butterfly kisses he would press on your head when you fell asleep, the jokes he would make to make you smile.

Looking back, they still feel anything but.

~ People are worried about you. They have no right to be, you think.

"We're here if you need help!" They say, desperate to fix something. After all, they are your friends, and they are people who are there for you.

It's funny how genuine they try to sound. Do your friends think they can fool you as well? They knew all along, and still, let you do it. In your eyes, they were at least as at fault as Atsumu.

It's no easy thing one can handle, losing everyone dear to you in a blink of an eye. Or in your case, at the expense of a few words.

You're blunt about your distrust, your feelings. You have nothing to lose, anyway. You don't try to fake trust and let them in; you let them knock on your door and beg for you to talk to them.

You don't.

You don't let anyone in; you don't plan to do it any time soon, either. But after the one-week mark, something changes.

It's a knock on your front door, more persistent than anyone else.

You let them bang on your door for almost 15 minutes, frustration bubbling inside you when you find they won't leave. You're not emotionally stable anyway, and that obnoxious knock on the door has you running over there with fury.

"What? What do you-"

As soon as you realize who stands before you, your voice drops, your body reacting to shut the door even before your mind realizes.

Oh.

Oh no.

"Y/N, open the door." His voice is calm; you see the tip of a sneaker peaking through the gap he created between the door and the wall. You know he can just push through the door, and it would be easy to overpower you, but you keep trying to close it anyway, hoping his foot would hurt enough for him to pull it back.

"Stop tryna crush my foot and open the door already!"

"No- get out, Osamu." Your voice comes out as a strained cry, making him wince with the pressure- when did you get this strong?

Any other person would have left; he knows this, especially someone in his position, but as calm as he is, Osamu is still a Miya, and Miya's always get what they want.

You know this the best, don't you?

Your hands fall to your side, giving up trying to push him out. The sudden change in force makes him stumble, but before you know it, Osamu enters the room.

You don't look at him as he stands there, eyes fixated on the small mountain of empty cups of noodles and coffee. You know what Osamu's thinking as he looks at you. You expect him to tell you you look sick, terrible, even, but to your relief, he doesn't say a word as he makes his way to your kitchen.

"Do ya have a roommate?" You keep your quiet as he reaches for the fridge, pulling anything remotely edible out, and you try to look away; you really do, but he looks so much like his brother.

It's a moment of vulnerability you gift yourself, your gaze fixed on Osamu as he starts cooking something, a moment of vulnerability where you let yourself think of Atsumu, imagine it was him, instead.

Not once does Osamu glance your way. You're not sure if it's his courtesy not to make you feel uncomfortable or because he can't bear it himself.

"Why are you here, Osamu?" You dare to speak once; it's when he brings you the food he had cooked, a bowl of soup and rice with meat.

"Eat." He won't look at you.

"I won't." You can't.

Even when you know you need it, you can't eat it- not when it's him who cooked it for you. You're not a charity case; you can take care of yourself.

Even when you can't.

"You obviously haven't eaten anythin' in a while," Osamu tells you, annoyingly calm. "Nothin' worth eating, at least. So eat before ya pass out." You catch him sending a disgusted look to the boxes of pizza and junk food hanging around.

Your eyes narrow into slits- who does he think he is, forcing his way through your door and judging your room? Especially when he's part of the reason for it- and does he think a bowl of fucking soup will make it all okay? Is that his way of saying, "sorry, I let you make a fool of yourself to everyone and get your heart broken?" You grit your teeth, finally finding the courage to look him in the eyes. The grey gaze far too familiar, the urge to turn your gaze away eats you away, but your stubborn nature wouldn't let you.

"I already said, I won't." You snarl. "I don't wan't anything from you, not your pity, not your help, not your food. I'd rather starve than get anything from you." Osamu hears the strain in your voice, well aware of how you're starting to tear up despite your efforts trying to hide it. "And stop trying to act like you give a fuck," you go on, "you sure didn't when it was still going on, so what, you feel guilty now?"

"Of course I feel fuckin' guilty!" He shouts back, his grip hardening around the white ceramics he's holding. It's a short-lived fire that ignites in him, eyes widening and the anger dying immediately, but it's still enough to have you flinch. "What, ya think 'm heartless enough not to?"

You stay silent; Osamu gets his answer.

The worst part is, there is no reason for you not to think he isn't, and he knows that.

You're taken aback by his shout, but not by the quiet apology that follows it. "I shouldn't have raised ma voice." He mutters. "I'm sorry."

You hate it when people apologize, you think. But for some reason, Osamu's apology is the only one that doesn't make you want to carve your ears out- rather it makes you feel... relieved. seen. cared.

"Okay."

"I can- I can go if you want to." Osamu presses his lips together, gritting his teeth, angry at himself as he places the food full of plates in front of you. "You should eat."

You contemplate on it for a few seconds- it smells godly, almost dizzyingly so, but you did say you'd rather starve than eat it. You curse how proud you are- it was that proudness that brought you here, your ego that refused to see the bright red flags dangling before your eyes. You've been humiliated enough already; nothing would change if you went against your ego this once, would it?

You bite your lip, deciding to eat. When you don't answer, Osamu plops back on the couch, leaving distance between you still on the couch. His gaze follows your trembling hand as you raise the spoon to your lips- the soup is the first thing that makes you feel warm in a while now.

It takes you a while to finish with it, but he was right about you not having eaten anything worth eating, so even that bowl of soup has a role in making you feel at least a bit more alive.

And with the feeling of aliveness comes the feelings you've been trying to suppress. You can't do this here- no, you can't cry in front of Osamu fucking Miya but-

"D'ya want more?"

sniff.

Osamu doesn't seem startled at the sudden stream of tears down your cheeks, unlike you. You don't know why you're crying, and you don't want to, not in front of him.

You don't know why you nod when he gets a bit closer to you, or why you lean towards him when Osamu pulls you to his chest, why you let him suppress your sobs with his hug- the hug that reminds you of his brother. You do know, however, that it makes you feel safe.

His hand rubs your back, trying to console you without knowing how so he just lets you cry it all out. Cry it out; you do.

All those times you were alone- you couldn't let yourself sob so freely. There was always a stream of thoughts nagging you- you were too proud to cry even by yourself.

Whenever you did, it was tears of pity- at yourself, tears for the foolish girl that you were, tears for falling for a lie. You didn't let yourself cry your hurt, of how much your broken heart ached, how much it stung to be betrayed like this.

But sitting there, between the hold of Osamu Miya, it's different. You shake like a leaf; your breaths get shallower by each passing second, so much that you can't breathe; the one thing that prevents you from a state of frenzy being Osamu's steady pats on your back.

When you let it all out, he's still there, and you hate him for it.

You sometimes wish he wasn't, but ironically, he's the only one you let in, let console you. For some reason, his apology is the only one that feels genuine.

He's always there. When you don't go to school the first while, he's there to cook for you. There when you muster the courage, there when you walk through a stream of people, all eyes on you.

When nobody is, you can always trust to see his dyed-grey locks in the corner of your eyes. Despite the snarky remarks you keep throwing his way, despite everything you do to push him away, Osamu keeps staying right beside you, helping you.

Somehow, despite you trying your best not to, Osamu gains your trust.

You know it must be a mistake; that you're letting yourself get fooled once again- but you need someone to trust. Everyone does. Even if you wouldn't admit to it, you're secretly glad you're not alone.

Too bad you always pick the wrong person.

~

"Fell 'sleep again." A hand touches your upper back, not enough to wake you up; it's comforting, instead.

You hear someone mutter beside you.

There is a faint smell of dust and old books, you have your arms crossed under your head as a makeshift pillow, and your back aches. You feel a jacket of sorts gets placed on your shoulders, and the smell of it almost lulls you to sleep.

A content sigh finds its way out of your lips as you bring your face closer to the material. It's an act made unconsciously to get closer to the scent you'd came to love a little too much, one you had fallen asleep with countless times, and it has an effect of making you feel safe.

Long fingers meet and caress your hair, twirling through your locks, careful not to wake you up. It reminds you of the time you were here with him, when you'd done this- for Atsumu.

The hand eventually lowers to your back, and you feel the warmth from over the jacket.

Osamu had told you he had to retrieve a book; maybe it was him, he must've sprinted his way over and back.

You're half asleep; you don't want to open your eyes and lose your precious sleep since you don't get to do it often, anyway. Or maybe you don't want to open your eyes to see the truth and face the consequences, as you always do.

You shiver.

It must be Osamu; you probably just fell asleep for a few minutes; that's why it felt like he had just left. It's Osamu, you think. It's Osamu, you tell yourself.

But the soft traces of hearts on your back tells you otherwise.

~

"Come on, wake up." A hand shakes you awake for you to realize you're still at the library.

Atsumu?

The name appears on your mind as soon as the fog in your mind starts to disperse, and your head jerks up so fast you think you hurt your neck. But instead of the warm-brown pair of eyes, you meet the cold-grey ones, looking at you with confusion and then- guilt.

"You've been asleep for a while now. It's getting late, let me drop you to your house."

You nod compliantly, gathering your bag as something slides off of your shoulders. It's Osamu's volleyball jacket.

"Thanks for the jacket." You tell him, handing it back. Maybe it's because you just woke up, but you don't notice how Osamu hesitates as he takes the jacket from you, stiffening when he realizes.

You don't notice any of those or that he's holding two of the same jackets.

~

"Ya know, Y/N," One day Osamu tells you, hands tapping on the table nervously. His eyes are unfocused, voice soft and shy as if afraid to scare you away. "Atsumu did love you."

You know what this is about- it's about the fight you had with him a few days before, when he had told you why he hasn't been going to his volleyball practices.

"Playing with Atsumu isn't that easy anymore."

You didn't want to hear it, but he told you anyway. How heartbroken his brother was. You scoffed. "Because he lost the bet?"

"Because he loved you, too, and you know it."

You deny it, deny it with all your heart, but it's no easy feat when his twin is always by your side.

"Don't," You choke out, "don't lie to me, we had this fight. I told you I don't need comfort, not lies, at least, I had my fair share of that. I already know it was- was all a lie." Osamu hears you speak, but it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, instead. "It was all a lie." You repeat.

"It wasn't all," Osamu tells you calmly, but the way his knuckles are slightly whitening tells you he isn't as comfortable, either. "Maybe in the beginning, but not all of it."

"I don't care." You hiss from behind your teeth, trying to stop him from talking anymore and- giving you hope- but Osamu seems hellbent on speaking his mind. "I don't care even if all he did was lie to me once- it's still enough to break everything."

"Why are you so insistent on discarding all of it, Y/N?" Osamu suddenly raises his voice, taking you by surprise. "Are you actually mad at me for-"

"Look, I get it- I get you're heartbroken, you have every right to be, but-" He pinches the bridge of his nose, "Think what ya wanna think. You have every right to hate him, hate me- but I can't let you say his feelings were lies, as well."

"Good thing I'm not asking for permission." You hiss back at him. "Why do you care anyway? Why do you have to make sure that I know he loved me at one point? The hell, do you want me to do, pity him for that?!"

"No! I'm just-"

"I don't want to- I don't want to know, Osamu!" You sob. "He lied to me- the end, why're you doing this now, now that it's all over?"

"Because," he shouts back, "because- 'Tsumu's never going to feel like this for anyone else. Never again. I know he won't- and I'm not saying that's your fault, it's his dumbasses' fault."

"But," there's a tense silence as he waits for you to wipe your tears. "He's still my brother. And as selfish as it is, even if I'm not asking you to forgive him-, I can't watch you take his feelings as a lie. It's the one time he'll get to- to love anyone."

His words hit hard, and for a moment, you want to believe him, and you do, too. But not again- you can't let yourself get fooled by him again. So instead, you smile softly at the man. "Well," you whisper, "too bad for him, then." but is there any guarantee that you'll get to love anyone, too?

~

Too bad for the winner of the bet.

It seems Atsumu's the only one who thinks that.

He's the winner, and he should be proud, right? No one thinks there's anything wrong with coming up to him, congratulating with that asshole of a smile on their faces.

"Didn't expect less from you," one tells him with a pat on his back. Atsumu despises himself for being one of them.

Didn't expect less from him.

The words haunt him every night. Was he that evil of a person that people didn't expect less from him to be able to fool an innocent girl, make her fall in love and break her heart so cruelly?

And Atsumu hates how he proved them right too.

But he's a man with faults, and Atsumu's ego, selfishness, and pride are not even a quarter of them.

So he hides. Atsumu hides his feelings and thoughts, anything that could give away that he's missing you out of his mind. That he loved you- loves you, that he's the biggest fool of all.

It works most of the time. Atsumu fools many thanks to his scrutinizing smirk and mocking words, just so no one gets close enough to see how hurt he really is.

Even he himself thinks he's okay. He doesn't cry, doesn't hurt; it's just numb as if you weren't there at all. All back to where it started; he's back to the jerk he is, loneliness a constant feeling that it's numb, this time mixed with longing.

It takes him a while before the break-up hits. He breaks down one night.

It's the night before an important game. He's just back from training, but ever since he stepped into the gym, there's been a disturbing feeling boiling in the pit of his stomach. He feels sick, he feels drained- Atsumu feels terrified.

Almost anyone around Atsumu can see he hasn't been well lately, but he's always been the one to forget everything but the passing ball during games. He demands silence with his serves; otherwise, it breaks his focus. This time, it wasn't the noises that disturbed his serve but the silence.

You weren't there.

Why weren't you cheering his name?

It's when he realizes you won't be there- you won't, ever again that it hits Atsumu that he lost you. He will never hear your voice suppressing the others' in games to cheer his name. He will never see your bright smile waving at him, never feel you squirm between his arms after a game because- don't hug me, you're sweaty!

He won't ever feel your hands in his as you walk back home after his match; listen to him as he tells you the different strategies he saw in the game- we must try them with 'Samu, he always smiles excitedly. He will never hear you laugh at his jokes, never feel your fingers run through his hair, never feel your kisses against his skin, he will never be there to listen when you speak of your day with a smile.

He will never, ever make you smile again.

You will smile, but he will never be able to feel that swell of pride inside of him when Atsumu knows it's because of him you have that beautiful smile on your lips. Now, it's his fault you're crying.

"Fuck." He mutters as he feels his eyes stinging, a warm lump forms behind his throat. The thoughts wouldn't leave him alone- why are his hands shaking? He wishes you were there to hold them. It reminds him of that time you had kissed his knuckles when he had a bad game. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He can't cry- no, he can't! He hasn't cried at all, so why is he... now of all times, too, months later-

Why is Atsumu crying?

He's crying at how selfish he is. Even now, with his phone in his trembling hands, Atsumu Miya dials your number.

~

When he comes home, Osamu isn't too surprised to find Atsumu drunk. His brother never was the kind to deal with feelings.

A deep sigh disrupts the silence Atsumu has created in the room, but he doesn't bother to open his eyes or look at him. "Yer alive?"

"Fuck off." The blonde hisses from behind his teeth, twirling the drink in his hand before gulping it all down. It burns.

"C'mon," Osamu approaches his brother, who seems like he can't even take a step, let alone go to his room by himself. "Go to yer bed."

Atsumu doesn't protest when Osamu kneels beside him, throwing his brothers' arm over his shoulder and pulling him up. "Fuckin' hell," he mutters, "how much do ya weigh?"

Atsumu stays silent at that, and only when he stops walking can Osamu tell he's crying.

"You smell like her." Atsumu's voice a mere whisper, but even Osamu feels a jab in his heart with the raw hurt lingering in his tone. He shivers.

Why were you with her?

Atsumu stops walking, stops trying to carry himself as he slides down the wall to the ground, pulling Osamu with himself, his head buried in his hands. "Why'd ya smell like her, 'samu?"

For the first time in a long while, Osamu has no answer.

"It's not what you think." He tells the blonde instead.

Even if it was, Atsumu has no right to say a word about it- and he hates himself for thinking that might be one of the most hurtful side of a break-up. "I heard you called her." Atsumu doesn't answer. "How is she doing?" He asks instead; Osamu takes note of how he avoids your name, as well.

"Good." no thanks to you. The words hang heavy in the air, but both know Osamu has no right to speak them.

"Good." Atsumu repeats when his brother plops him in his bed, leaving and coming back with a glass of water and a bucket for the night.

"If ya throw up anywhere else, 'll kick yer ass." He warns the now half-asleep blonde, about to leave the room before he hears a broken hum coming from the bed.

"I fucked up." Atsumu mutters a few seconds after. Osamu sighs, his voice laced with something Atsumu's drunken mind can't pick, but Osamu is grateful to it since he doesn't want Atsumu to be aware of his guilt. "Ya threw up already?!" Osamu scolds.

Atsumu laughs softly at that, his eyes still shut closed, but he looks sad. "I don't wanna lost her 'Samu." The blonde mutters so low; Osamu would've missed any other night. His brows pinch together immediately, gaze finding his brother, his eyes closed, the only indication he's still awake being the fresh tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I'm terrified of losing her."

"I'm not the one you should be telling this." Osamu shrugs, voice slightly sharp from the lump in his throat. Whatever happens, they're still brothers, and it's no easy sight to see. "I know," Atsumu sighs, seemingly calmer. "I know."

A few seconds of silence pass between the twins as Osamu finally reaches for the light.

"Goodnight, 'Tsumu."

"Goodnight." His brother answers.

~

You knew you shouldn't have come to the game.

It feels like people are watching you more than the game itself. Glares that are sent your way, unfiltered whispers, and laughs of mockery never fail to follow you wherever you go.

Stop it, you want to scream, but you keep your eyes fixed on the game. It's not my fault- I didn't want this to happen.

You wince when Atsumu misses yet another service- flying over the net at lightning speed and falling out of the court, again. "Atsumu pull yourself together!" Someone in the team screams, and you shiver only by seeing his responsive glare.

You shouldn't be here, you know it, everyone else does, too. The game is going terrible, and it's all because of the obnoxious setter, standing in the middle of the game, first time in forever letting the control slip from his fingers.

As you watch his tired form set the ball, you can't help but notice how out of it Atsumu looks. It reminds you of his broken voice the night before on the phone.

"Please, just- just listen to me one last time." You can't help but remember how he sounded the night before on the phone, when he had dialed your number with trembling hands. "I have to tell you."

You had promised yourself that night, the one you had learned it was all but a lie; you had promised that you would never be the fool again. You would never listen to him again, never let him lie to you, never, never, never.

But you couldn't reject his request when he sounded so... helpless. Almost as broken as you yourself were.

So you listened, even when it hurt when you did, listen to what he had to say, listen to his strained voice, raw with emotions.

This might have been the first time you'd seen Atsumu so vulnerable. For someone so scared of vulnerability, you never thought you'd see Atsumu begging anyone, let alone you, the fool.

"I want to make this right," he whispers, your grip on the phone tightening as you realize he was crying. "I love you, I really do- and I want to make this right."

He takes a shaky breath like it was the hardest thing he had ever done. "I can't lose you, Y/N."

Even though I know I don't deserve you, I can't lose you.

"Atsumu-"

"I'm begging you," he whispers, voice shaking, gasping slight hiccups, the strain in his hoarse voice makes you shudder. "I'm begging you to give me a chance to make this right."

The silence you gift him gives the broken man his answer.

"I can't."

Atsumu squeezes his eyes shut on the other end of the line; his eyes burn with tears, he wants to hang up and cry, tries to hold himself together, the feeling of his nails digging into his flesh reminds him to answer you.

"Why isn't it enough?" He speaks, this time doesn't even try to hide his cry, "you love me and I love you, why isn't it enough for a second chance?"

"If you think it's only about love, I have a question for you, Atsumu."

"Yes?"

"Did you- did you love me while we dated?" Atsumu cringes at the question. He has told you he loved you many times, and all it took was one lie for you to believe he didn't- and you had every right to, too.

"I did," he answers, "I know you don't believe me, but I really did-"

"I do- I do believe you." You cut him off; you sound bittersweet. "I believe you, and that's why I can't do it again."

You bite your lip, trying to collect your thoughts, trying to keep yourself from crying anymore.

"I can't be with someone who used me and knowingly- willingly broke my heart even when he loved me."

"If you didn't love me, this would've been easier. But you did, Atsumu, you cared for me, you loved me, and you still purposefully hurt me. That love means nothing to me."

It isn't about a lie he told you that broke your heart; it's this. And this is why it only hurts you more whenever someone tells you Atsumu meant it; he did love you.

Atsumu wants to beg, wants to cry, wants to shout- he wants to tell you anything that would make you take him back, try again, he wants to tell you that he can't live without you, but he can't.

He can't, because if he did, it would be a lie. And he promised both you and himself that he would never lie to you again.

"Okay," he speaks after a long silence, a silence he tries to process what you said. "Can we talk one last time after the game tomorrow?" "What else is there left to say, Atsumu?" "Nothing." Atsumu admits. "I just want to see you one last time."

~

You really wish you could try again.

As Atsumu stands before you, eyes wide and glassy with tears he's too proud to cry, you really wish you were strong enough to try again.

"I never thought I would've ended up here that night when I approached you at the party." He laughs bitterly, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.

"I just hope you can accept my apology." He whispers to you; his brown gaze the prettiest you've ever seen, you just wish they weren't so sad. "I hope you can heal-" he laughs bitterly. "From me."

"I accept your apology." You mutter at him, not knowing what else to say. It seems he doesn't expect anything, either.

"Fuck," he laughs as he cries, fingers pulling on his dead-blonde hair, pain so raw on his face you don't think you can endure it any longer. "I really thought we could try again." "Atsumu, I-"

"I know- don't worry, baby, I'll be fine." He assures you, teary eyes looking at you longingly. He stares at you for a few long seconds, as if he's trying to remember every little detail on your face. "I just think I need some time."

"Okay."

"I'll go, now, okay?" Atsumu chuckles, packing his gym bag, almost rushing away. "And- thank you, Y/N."

"It's okay," you smile, "it was nice to see you again."

Those words seem to hurt him even more, you think he might break down crying. You wonder what he's thinking. "It was nice to see you, too."

Such a pretty smile, he knows it's probably the last time you smile at him. Now, for the rest of his life, Atsumu can only stare at your pictures to see that smile again.

a/n 2: I know I said I was going to make it a happy ending, but as I wrote this paragraph: "I can't be with someone who used me and knowingly- willingly broke my heart even when he loved me. If you didn't love me, this would've been easier. But you did, Atsumu, you cared for me, you loved me, and you still purposefully hurt me. That love means nothing to me." I knew there was no way I could make Y/N forgive Atsumu. This is also the very reason this piece took me so long because I tried so hard to make it a happy ending, I literally fought with the characters, but I couldn't.

You're enough (kita shinsuke x reader who got rejected from an university)

characters : timeskip! Kita Shinsuke x gneutral reader

genre : hurt/comfort

warnings : mention of academic rejection, crying, throwing up, self doubt, mental break down

a/n : hi guys, well my application for my dream university recently got rejected, so I guess writting a scenario with my sweet boy Shinsuke is my way to cope, hope you'll like it ♡

as you are in an established relationship with Kita Shinsuke, one day you receive a response from an application you sent to your dream university, unfortunately this isn't the aswer you were hoping for

You can’t believe it. No, it is not possible. 

As you look at your laptop screen in your darkening living room, you feel your eyes filling with tears. You just received a response for an application from your dream university. 

     Hello, this is x university,  We are sorry but considering the requirements of our institution and your profile, we regret to inform you that you are not eligible and you can’t come to study in our university.  The final result will be communicated in a few weeks, and we hope that you will be able to continue your studies in another institution.  

You really can’t believe it, you feel your heart collapsing in your chest. Your blood is turning cold and your hands are shaking. Why is it happening to you ? You’ve worked so hard. Many restless nights and stressful days were sacrificed in order to prepare yourself for this. And yet, it isn’t enough. You fear the disappointment of your parents, your friends and Shinsuke.

Oh god, what are you going to tell Shinsuke ? He was so supportive and comforting towards you during your worst days. When you were insecure of your capacities and convinced that you won’t make it. He’s going to be so disappointed and it’s all your fault. Because of your own incompetence. You can’t face him right now, not during this breakdown. Even though you trust him with your whole heart, you don’t want to rely on him and bother him too much. 

You feel lost, Shinsuke isn’t here, he’s still working in the rice fields as the summer days grow longer. You’re alone in your shared house as the sun is setting. You stand up abruptly, as you’re feeling like throwing up. You make your way quickly to the bathroom and empty your guts in the toilet. Your anxiety makes you sick, like literally, you can’t stand it anymore.

You cry uncontrollably as you sit on the bathroom floor. You’re all alone and it’s like your world is crumbling. All your future plans and aspirations were whipped away by a simple email. 

You’re still crouched on the bathroom floor and you’re beginning to feel overwhelmed. Your breathing is uneven and you feel like you’re going to faint. You hear the front door open, crap Shinsuke is already back and you haven’t processed the news correctly. You need to regain composure very quickly.

You try to muffle your sobs as you discern the loving voice of your boyfriend from the living room.

“y/n, darling are you there ?” Shinsuke says lightly, looking for you through the house after an exhausting day. 

You don’t respond and Kita starts to feel worried. Where could you be ? You didn’t tell him that you were going to be out. He tries again, with a more concerned voice “y/n, sweetheart you’re home ? Where are you ?” 

You perceive the concern but most of all the exhaustion in his voice. And you can’t help but feel guilty. You are hiding from him, even though he must have a very tiring day and you don’t want to upset him even more. So, to avoid him starting to look for you, you respond in the most persuasive voice you can manage right now  “In the bathroom Shin, I’ll be there in a minute.” 

“Hm, okay, I’ll start making dinner then” announces Kita from the kitchen. Good, it doesn’t seem like he’s suspicious of your behavior. Giving you time to clear your mind for a bit. 

You decide to snap out of it and go greet him. Enough is enough and you can’t avoid him forever. You pass some water on your face in order to freshen up a bit and soothe your red eyes. As you make your way towards the kitchen, you hear the rumbling of the oven and the sound of the knife against the cutting board. Shinsuke must be halfway through the process of preparing dinner. You enter the room and meet his back. He’s wearing his black apron and currently cutting vegetables. 

You’re frozen, he seems so peaceful and unbothered. Following his routine, making dinner just after he comes back from work. 

You know that as soon as you’re going to tell him your failure, his exhausting day is going to be worse.  

He turns himself toward the stove and notices your presence. You see the exhaustion in his eyes and you feel tears wind up to your eyes once again. God, you're tired of this. But you can’t cry right now, you can’t break your composure in front of Shinsuke. 

Your unstable state doesn’t go unnoticed by Kita.

“Love, are you feeling okay ?” Shinsuke says as he makes his way towards you, wiping his hands against his apron. 

This is it, you can’t hold it anymore, his worried eyes and his sweet and loving voice make you burst out into tears. You can’t breathe and you feel strong arms encircling you in a warm and loving hug. 

“y/n, what is wrong, tell me love, what happened ? I can’t help you if you’re not telling me what is wrong.” says Shinsuke in an hesitant voice, as he slowly begins to pannick. The always calm and logical man starts to feel a little overwhelmed as he sees your current distress. However, he tries to remain calm for your well being. 

You speak incoherently, your cries muffled by Kita’s chest, defined by his past volleyball practice and his current work in the fields. “I’m sorry Shin, shit I’m so sorry… forgive me please, I’m a failure…” You tighten your grip on your boyfriend shirt, as your life depends on it.

“What are you saying, darling… love, y/n, what happened, you’re worrying me.” Kita tries to soothe you as his large hands draw circles on your back. “Calm down, y/n, I need you to calm down and tell me what is wrong, otherwise I won’t be able to help you.”  He cups your cheeks, kisses them to prevent the tears from falling more, and leads you towards the sofa in the living room. 

You rest your head in the crook of Kita’s neck. He pats your head gently and tries to appease your crying. “I’m here love, are you feeling better ?”  Shinsuke asks worriedly. 

“No, but I owe you an explanation” you straighten a bit to face him and you almost burst into tears once again. He looks at you with such adoration and worries that your heart aches.

He furrows his eyebrows but listens anyway. “I was rejected from the university. I’m sorry you helped me so much and still couldn’t make it, I’m not good enough, you must be so disappointed, I sor-” 

“y/n, stop, calm down !” Kita stops your rambling by grasping your shoulders and raising his voice, which is uncharacteristically of him. 

“Look, first of all you need to breathe, can you do that for me ?”  You nod and tilt your head backward to prevent more tears from falling. Looking at the ceiling, you try to control your breath, as Shinsuke keeps caressing your back in a soothing way. 

Shinsuke brushes your cheek gently and speaks again “Good,now that you’re a bit calmer, I’m so sorry that your application got rejected. I know how much you wanted to go to this school, but it’s okay. You’re enough, you’re brilliant and you’ll be able to go to another university and be excellent in it.” He pampers your face with kisses. And in between each kiss he whispers sweet reassurance to you. “You’re *kiss* more *kiss* than *kiss* enough my love *kiss*.” 

You cry once again but this time because of the relief you feel from the reaction of your boyfriend. “Do you really mean it ? Are you sure ? Because I feel so lost right now Shinsuke, I don’t know what I am going to do. On the other hand, you seem perfectly sure of your future and I feel so shitty besides you. I’m sorry to bother you with this, you must be exhausted from your day.” You try to calm yourself and Kita grabs both of your hands to place kisses on your palm. 

“y/n darling, no matter how far I am in my life, what matters now is you. You’re as capable as me to achieve your goals and you must be proud of yourself, just see how far you’ve come since we left highschool, hm ?” Shinsuke affirms as he plants a tender kiss on your temple. 

You nod as you never felt more grateful to have him as your boyfriend. Just by the way he always supports you and cares for you no matter how much you fail, he’s always there. You love him. Just as much he loves you. Showing his love in everyday actions, in words affirmation and always touching you with so much care and love.

“I love you so much y/n, never forget that, I’m so proud of you and I’ll always be, never doubt it.” He hugs you once again, placing your face in the crook of his neck, and pats your head, waiting patiently for you to calm your cries.

Once your breathing is a little bit steadier, he kisses you and locks his eyes with yours. “Do you want to eat dinner now or would you rather lay down for a bit in our room, it’s up to you darling.”  

You respond with a sore voice from all your crying “I would like to stay here with you holding me for a little longer if you don’t mind it.”  Kita holds you, and as he places you on his lap to hug you better, mutters “Of course darling, we can stay there as long as you want, I’m not going anywhere.”

You kiss him gently, and sigh finally at peace with yourself. Because you know that Shinsuke will be there. He will be there with you during this difficult journey in order to accept your failures, and move on towards better opportunities, even if it seems so difficult right now.

🚫The Boys Catch

Someone Violating

Their Female SO🚫

Kenma Kuzome x Female reader; Kuroo Tetsuro x Female reader; Ushijima Wakatoshi x Femake Reader; Tendo Satori x Female Reader

Warnings: This could potentially be a very triggering topic so please read the warnings. Unwanted touching, unwanted photography taken, sexual harassment, bullying.

A/N: This is an request from @demonbitterbite last year. I'm usually pretty lighthearted when just write these headcannons but I just want everyone to know that it's NEVER EVER ok for anyone to touch you without your permission! Remember, asking permission/ getting consent is the only way to go 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Kenma Kozume

Kenma isn't the most "alpha" of the bunch

But that doesn't mean he's not protective

Not only is he protective but man's is observant

Let's say you are taking the train home with Kenma after practice

It's standing room only so you both hold on

You talk and Kenma listens

He's probably on his phone too

But this is your routine

And kenma is a pro at multitasking

However he's also a pro at observation

So when he sees a guy scooting close to you and putting his phone under your skirt

All bets are off

He's going to grab you and pull you behind him

Then he will stop the train and call the police

He's also probably snapped a picture of the man ir better yet his ID

Kenma doesn't play around with crap like that

Plus he has a wicked glare

He will tend to you while seeing that the police handle the creep

He will ask how you are and what he can do to help you

Kenma may seem aloof but he's the most rational of the bunch

Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo is the most irrational of the group

He is SO protective of his partner

Like he knows you can handle yourself but when you are with him

No way is he going to let anyone mess with you

So when you stop by the gym after your club meeting to walk him with him, he will happily oblige

You are waiting for him to get changed in the club room

Minding your own business, checking your socials

Suddenly a group a nasty boys comes up behind you and you hear a picture snap

You turn around only to see one of the boys pull his phone from below your skirt

Seriously how Violating!

You start to cry because that's so messed up

The boys laugh when Kuroo comes out to see what happened

You lean into him and sob

He asks you what's wrong and the boys just laugh

Then one really stupid one says "nothing dude just getting a glimpse up your girls skirt"

Bad idea bro

Kuroo will absolutely lose it

I headcannon kuroo can fight

Like broken noses, brushed ribs the whole shebang

He will totally beat the absolute crap out of anyone who hurts you

Meanwhile, Kenma and Kai have probably come to console you

Yaku is totally helping Kuroo

Kuroo will break the guys phone and tell them to never fuck with any girl ever again

That's all they need

They run off crying

Honestly they deserve it

Kuroo totally grabs you and holds you close

Mans will buy you whatever or do whatever he can to make you feel better

You don't want ro mess with Kuroo's girl

Ushiwaka Wakatoshi

Ushi wins the award for most intimidating

Seriously the man is like 6'3" and scary as hell

Have you seen his hands wrapped around a volleyball?

He could crush someone's throat

But Ushi also isn't the violent type

Unless it comes to his SO

You somehow managed to wiggle your way into the heart of Ushijima Wakatoshi

Seriously a feat in itself yn

He trusts you and you trust him

You often go to tournaments and cheer him on

Ushi secretly loves it trust me

So you are up cheering the boys on with the other partners of Shiratorizawa when there is a creep lurking behind you

You don't pay much attention to them because like some people just give off weird vibes

It isn't until your friend alerts you that the person is taking pictures up your skirt that you lose it

You whip around, slapping the person in the face

The slap heard round the world

Seriously tho, the game just ended and the boys are packing up

You scream and yell at the person

Ushi takes off towards you

Mans is running people over!

You and your friends managed to corner the creep who is denying the accusations

I mean they were caught read handed but ok go off

You tell Wakatoshi what happened

His gaze snaps to the person and his eyes blaze fire

You actually get nervous

I mean he's even more on his game than he was when they played Karasuno

"Delete that photo now or pay" he says

The person instantly complies

Like zero hesitation

"Don't you ever do anything like that ever again"

Ushi just solved the world's creep problems with his stare

Afterwards he will consol you and ask if you are ok

You totally are

Ushiwaka is so proud of you

Tendo Satori

Tendo is absolutely feral

Like mans is a golden retriever boyfriend

Sweetest most caring man

But he's alot like Kuroo

He can be fun but do not get him angry

I think Tendo is one of those guys that takes alot to get angry

But when he is, oof

You and Tendo are on a date

You stop to look over a bridge because it's a nice day

You are wearing the cutest summer dress and sandals

Tendo has his arm around you

It's so cute

Until some jerk ruins it

They just walk by, flip your dress up and snap a picture

Honestly it happened so fast it felt like it didn't happen

But you know it did and so did Tendo

You are so embarrassed and rightfully so

Tendo is enraged

Like he's going to LOSE IT

Without hesitation he will kick the person to the ground and start beating on them

You have to drag him off YN

But like should you?

I'll leave that up to you

The person is totally crying and saying they were "just joking"

Sexual harassment isn't a joke dude

Tendo will whale on the person until they finally apologize and delete the photo

Then he will simply get up, grab you, hug and kiss you and walk off

Like nothing happened

Just another day in paradise for Tendo