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Strangers (one)

▪︎Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuroo x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Akaashi Keiji and Hinata Shoyo x Kageyama Tobio

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem! Reader]

▪︎Alternate Universe: Soulmate Au!

▪︎Warnings: Reader getting hurt

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Synopsis: Finding out your soulmate rejected the bond to be with someone else feels terrible.

note: Not everyone has soulmates in this one! Some people are just born without a soulmate. The name turning gray is also my idea! Also, the more you get older the more it will appear(it will be very faint when you're a baby but as the time goes by it will slowly be more visible), by the time the youngest of the pair turns 15 the mark will be completely visible.

》 next

》 Strangers Masterlist

Not everyone is blessed with a soulmate.

Since having a soulmate bond is rare, it made you feel special. To have a certain someone out there just for you, it made your heart beat a little faster as anticipation crept up to you.

You've spent countless days daydreaming about the one you're destined to be with. You often wondered if you'll get the spark when the two of you meet that your mother gushes about as she reminicised about her first meeting with your father.

You let out a sigh as you traced the faint undistinguishable lines slowly forming as you grow older.

Looking at your parents, they seem to be happy being with one another. You only hoped that you and him will be like that someday.

So when it finally made itself visible on your 15th birthday, you were more than elated.

You stared at your wrist with shock and amazement. Obviously, you expected this ever since you were young but you didn't expect it to be.. him.

Overwhelming emotions took over you. You felt giddy, excited and you were longing to meet him. In your state of happiness, you didn't even notice the curious looks your volleyball crazed friends give to you.

Hinata whined as he tried to grab your arm, only for you to turn away. "LET ME LOOK-" Kageyama, his soulmate, quickly smacked him upside the head. "Oi! Boke! Let Y/n have her moment! What does it say..." His voice died down as he read what was on your wrist. The name slowly turning gray as the two of you stared at it.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach.

"W-what's happening.." You mumbled, still not believing your eyes. It can't be.

Your body went into shock as your eyes went wide and you felt your mouth go dry. Hinata, who already peeked over your wrist could only stare in disbelief at the mark .

"No way..." He breathed out as his gaze locked into Kageyama's mirroring the confusion and shock on heir face.

Kageyama and Hinata looked at you worried expressions, they can feel their heart breaking alongside yours.

When your soulmate's name fades into gray it means he/she decided to be with someone who doesnt have a soulmate. Basically rejecting your bond and making you soulmateless.

All those daydreams of him down the drain.

All those stupid scenarios you created with a fairly domestic life with your destined flew out the window.

You looked at them with a closed and teary eyed smile and laughed "Why are you guys looking so glum? I'll be fine." Hinata pulled you into his arms, letting you let out the unshed tears.

He already broke your heart even if you haven't met yet.

"Akaashi..." Bokuto was oddly quiet, he stared at his wrist with unknown emotion swriling in his eyes.

Akaashi already knew what was going on as dread enters his system. Will Koutaro leave him for his destined soulmate? Or will he stay with him?

Either way, no one is safe from getting hurt.

"I got my mark.. I guess that they're a first year.." Bokuto mumbled, golden eyes still transfixed at the writing on his arm. Akaashi bit his lip and looked. "I guess so too.."

Koutaro looked at him and gently cupped his face and stared at his gunmetal eyes. "Keiji.. You already know I made a promise to you."

Akaashi's eyes welled up with unshed tears as he gingerly placed a shaky hand on rop of Bokuto's "What if you find her better than me?"

"I won't. You're the only one for me." Bokuto tells his lover, sealing their lips with a reassuring kiss.

You felt like throwing up.

The bus barely moved and you were about to throw your guts out. You don't know wether it's from nervousness or you just suddenly got severe carsickness. Probably both.

The bundle of nerves in your stomach gradually grows as the bus you're in gets farther and farther away the school grounds.

Asahi eyed worryingly as he rubbed small circles on your back, "You don't have to attend it Y/n.. You can still get off the bus, we haven't left Miyagi yet." He chuckled, attempting to make you feel better. Afew chorus of agreements filled the bus.

You shook your head and gave him a small smile, "Im a manager, I need to do my duty to take care of you guys. And this-" You pointed at your wrist. "-Won't hinder me from functioning like I normally will." You heard a snort somewhere in the bus which made you growl. That damn dino nerd, you made sure to send him a glare while he just acted like nothing happened.

Asahi ignored the sound as he fought the urge to laugh as he nodded along, scared to upset his kouhai even more. "If you say so.."

"Didn't you say you want to cover the mark?" Sugawara piped up, his head peeking above the seat infront of you. He tilted his head slightly as you nodded and snapped your fingers.

"Oh yeah! Let me go grab my concealer.. Thanks for the reminder Koushi senpai!" As you finished concealing, you showed it to the third years which made them nod in approval.

The squeaking of shoes and volleyball hitting the floor made your nervousness grow as you helped Takeda sensei lug out the things that you'll be using during your stay. Takeda probably noticed your state as he smiled and patted your back. "You'll be fine."

You sighed mentally as you gave your teacher a curt nod. I hope so too.

Once you stepped inside, oh you were absolutely not fine. Why?

Because you saw him looking around and asking for you.

You hid behind a beanpole tall blonde which happens to be your classmate stingyshima. He looked down and gave you an inquisitive stare.

"What are you doing stupid? That's going to make you stand out even more." He rolled his eyes as you sent a glare to him. "Shut it you bastard, this is the only help you can offer me."

"Tsk. Who said I was helping you?" He looked down to meet your annoyed gaze with his mocking ones.

"Well you would've already stepped aside- Hey!" You exclaimed as he did what you told.

Luckily no one heard you, or so you thought.

Konoha hummed to himself, looking at you with amusement.

"Found her."

There's part two! If anyone wants to be notified just send an ask and I'll make a taglist

THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

[ part 2 (sugawara and iwaizumi) ]

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

Keep reading

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.

of red things like an earphone or a thread

Synopsis: you meet a little boy who lost his big brother's earphone, crying because he's sure his brother will get mad. You decide to look for it together, not expecting to find something- or rather someone else instead of the red earphone, although tied with a red string.

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Honorable mentions: soulmate au, female reader, cursing once or twice, children, 1.8k words, fluff, (K/N) stands for kid name lol

One last wave at your friend and you stepped out of the warm cafe to the cold, rainy winter afternoon. 

The wet wind hit you square in the face as the glass door closed behind you, and you knew you were going to get wet. You already knew it was going to rain that morning when you left your house, but you were too lazy to take your shoes off and get your umbrella. I'm not afraid of getting a little wet." You had thought to yourself like an idiot. Though it was true. You weren't afraid of getting wet under the rain, not, however, a big fan of walking through a goddamn storm. 

You sighed, knowing it was your fault, and you were glad you had at least thought of wearing your good old ski jacket. Closing the hood of your jacket over your head, you wore your earphones and started walking. 

~~~

cold, cold, cold, cold

Only halfway through walking, the cold was all that was on your mind. You didn't even have money on you since you had forgotten your wallet back at the cafe (your friend had texted you they had it and would give it to you the next day), so you couldn't even ride a taxi for the rest of the long walk.

Hopping over puddles of water and mud, you were practically sprinting your way back home, not stopping for any obstacle and wanting to go home as soon as you could. 

Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer, you thought to yourself, laughing when the image of Lightning Mcqueen came to your mind. I won't stop until I reach home, not even if Jesus himself stood before me- 

You stopped just as the thought crossed your mind, eyes focusing on the small body kneeling in front of a wall, face hidden behind short, chubby fingers, and body shaking with soft sobs. 

Your brows furrowed in concern when you noticed the kid had nothing but a shirt on, the shirt already wet and sticking to his body. "H-hey," you turned to the kid, afraid of scaring him into thinking you were a murderer. You got a little closer to the boy, also kneeling when he seemed not to have heard you, still sobbing into his hands. 

"Hello?" You touched his freezing arm as softly as you could, pulling it back whenthe boy flinched, abruptly springing to his feet. You watched him as he wrapped his arm around himself, lips near purple and lashes wet with tears and the pouring rain. He couldn't be more than seven, you found yourself thinking as you stared into his oddly familiar olive-green eyes. You felt your heart stopping as the wide eyes stared back at you, reminding you of someone you dearly longed for and missed. You could swear you had seen that harsh gaze and the way he tilted his chin up with pride before, so familiar, yet strange.

"Excuse me," he muttered between chattering teeth, wiping the tears off his face, even though newer ones filled their places nonstop. "Did you- did you see a red earphone coming here?"

"A red earphone?" You repeated, and he shook his head violently. "Yes! Did you see it?" 

You bit your lip as you tried to remember if something like that had caught your eye, watching a new wave of sobs engrave him when you shook your head no apologetically. 

"I'm sorry," you muttered. "Did you lost it? Is that why you're- well, here?" The little boy wiped his tears with the back of his hand, nodding, still looking back at you with those green eyes, now even brighter with tears. 

"Okay, okay, look, first calm down a little, aren't you cold?" You asked as you started unzipping your jacket and shook it off your shoulders. You smiled at him when he didn't answer your obvious question, averting his gaze with a proud, stern look.

He took the jacket without contest, watching his hands as you dressed it over him. Wind howling in your ears, you were left only with a sweatshirt, a wave of shiver running throughyou when the wind howled even louder, the rain already wetting your heair and making it heavier. A curt nod was the boy's thanks, faintly smiling when you gave him a reassuring one. 

"Let's take you home, okay? You'll catch a cold if you stay out in this cold when you're wet." Your words had seemed to take a wrong affect on him, since he quickly pulled himself away from you with a new round of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"No, no- I can't!"

"It's okay, you can buy a new one and-"

"No, please- my brother will be so angry if he learns I lost it, I can't go home!" The little boy started to unzip your jacket off him with panic clouding his mind when he thought just how mad his brother was going to be. He could already vision the furious look when his brother figured it, swearing he would never lend him anything again. 

"Hey- hey, stop," you caught his cold hands between yours before he could shake off the jacket. "Okay, we won't go home, but let's look for it together, all right?" You offered, trying to bargain with him and stay with him until you could convince him to go home. 

"Okay." He agreed, eyeing you with soft suspicion but still walking beside you as you started to walk the way back.

After what felt like a whole day but was only an hour later, you had noticed just how many red things one could find if they looked around. 

Even if you averted your eyes to your hands, there it was, a bright red thread hanging from your finger. But this was the day you had come to hate the many- many red things that littered the surface since each time you saw a glimpse, and it was never the red earphone (K/N) was looking for and made him cry even more. 

You didn't have it in you to tell him even if you did find the earphone, no way it would work since it was raining nonstop for hours now, either. So you swallowed your sense of cold and went on looking with the boy, telling him funny stories, listening more from him. 

You had no idea why your heart missed a beat each time he spoke of his older brother -how old are you, miss? Woah, really? Then my brother is only e year older than you!- how you found your tummy hurting with how hard you were laughing as he kept telling you a funny thing that happened to his brother and his best friend. 

"He seems like a- well, nice guy." You muttered as you threw the red bottle cap you spotted on the ground to the trashcan. "He is!" The boy answered with sparkles in his green eyes, "my brother is the best!"

"That's nice." You smiled, chuckling when he went on. "He is the strongest, the coolest, smartest guy ever!"

"He does sound really cool. But also seems like he has some anger issues." You muttered as a joke, not expecting him to frown immediately. "He will be furious with me." He bit his lip, your eyes widening when you noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes. 

"Hey, no- I'm sure he'll understand!" You tried to reassure him. "Your brother sounds way cooler to get angry about a red earphone." You smiled, patting his head, laughing when he sniffed. "Really? You think so?"

You thought you were reassuring him. A white lie was all it was, but then, why did it feel so real? Why did it feel like the truth, despite not even knowing who the said guy was?

You hummed. "I'm pretty sure." 

"Okay then, I think we should go home." You smiled, nodding and letting him lead you as he pulled your thread-free hand.

"We're here." He sighed, meddling with his fingers as he stared at his house door. "Can yku, maybe stay with me as I tell him?"

You had opened your mouth to answer before a loud call of the little boy's name made you both jump in your places. You turned around to see where the stomping sound came from, eyes meeting the tall figure running his way to you. 

"Th- that's my brother." The boy gulped, and you did the same as you watched the also wet boy coming towards you.

You quickly noticed his eyes weren't on you but the little boy standing next to you, and you bit back the urge to hide the boy behind you from his seemingly furious brother.

"Where were you?!" He shouted, his big hands running over the small face and body to check if he was injured or not, pulling the boy into a tight hug as the man took deep breathes of relief. "I was so worried- so worried, you hear me? I've been looking for you for hours!" The tall man spoke into the hug. "What were you thinking, disappearing like that?"

"I- I didn't mean to worry you." (K/N) whispered to his brother's hair, hugging him even tighter, burying his face to hide his tears. "I was- with this lady... she was helping me."

You felt your heart skipping a beat when he mentioned you, making his brother break the hug and look at you instead. "Helping you? Helping you with wha-" You watched his eyes widened as he finally got the chance to look at you, and you knew he was the owner of the green eyes your heart seemed to long for. 

"Y-you-" he stammered, chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon, but you weren't any better. You could feel your face, your whole body heating up, the thought of hypothermia you just had in your mind a few minutes ago now turning into cursing the global warming.

You watched him as his green eyes wandered down to your hand that stood awkwardly next to you, following the red thread hanging from your pinky to his.

Never in your life had you seen the end of the string, you smiled at the thought. It would always blend in with the world, disappearing into the void, and you had tried to follow it to the end countless times, too eager to find your soulmate, to see where it tied your fate to, failing each time. 

But now, you felt your hands shaking with the overwhelming sense of being able to follow it to the end, the end where it was only a few meters away from you, where it tied to the large hand that reached at yours without even thinking.

It felt warm and safe as you touched his hand, both of you smiling uncontrollably.

"You look cold." He spoke the first time to you, but it felt like you had been together forever, like you knew him as well as you did yourself, not feeling the slightest bit of awkwardness.

"I am cold." You giggled, and you could see how it only then occurred to him that your jacket was hanging on his little brother's shoulders, and you stood there wet and shaking with only but a sweatshirt. The green eyes you would find yourself admiring from then on widened with concern, quickly shrugging his jacket off and wrapping you with it.

"Here, wear this." He muttered as he zipped it as far as he could, making you both giggle. 

Maybe it was an odd day to meet your soulmate, you thought, probably not the best, too, since both of you were wet from head to toe, hair sticking to your face, shivering from the cold, and probably a mess (and sick the next day). But however it was, you wouldn't change it for the world.

~~~

You got a red earphone next year in secret santa.

Hajime got a red earphone next year in secret santa, too.

A/n: if you made it this far, thank you for reading! Here's a lil ❤ for u. Funny thing, this red earphone thing is real lol, it happened to me a few days ago!! But it didn't end with me finding iwa, no no, we couldn't find neither iwa nor the boys red earphones and I dropped him back to his home.

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.

Boy in love

a/n: this is just a lil excuse to write the scene where you kiss Oikawa on his cheek and he smiles stupidly as he holds his face like he's trying to hold the kiss there forever.

Warnings and genre: not really angst, I made it look like it but its actually fluff (not proofread)

Oikawa feels like his heart is suddenly five kilograms heavier, dropping and dropping in his chest.

He feels a lump in the back of his throat at the sight of you chuckling at Iwaizumi, a sick feeling creeping up from his stomach to his chest, but it seems Oikawa is unable to look away from you.

You, who is standing under a pretty tree, the wind carrying the sound of your laughter all the way to him, Oikawa feels the goosebumps creeping up from his spine since he's not the reason for your laughter, but Iwaizumi is.

You look small under Iwaizumi's shadow, shielding you from the blinding sun, but Oikawa thinks he would rather see your smile shining with the warm light grazing it.

Oikawa finds himself feeling a tint of jealousy as he watches you fiddle with your fingers, with shyness, Oikawa supposes, averting your eyes from the handsome boy standing before you, who laughed along with you.

Oikawa isn't stupid. He knows what's happening, and despite the distance between you and his best friend, Oikawa feels he's witnessing something intimate.

He can't stop himself from thinking why, and it makes him feel even more guilty. Oikawa remembers- knows you. You were one of his fans, and your face has been familiar to him for a long time.

Perhaps you had thought he never noticed you since you were on the more quiet side, after all, not as bold as the others who came up to him to ask for a photo, gave him homemade goods, flirting with him without a thought.

You usually stood a bit further in the group, sending him a smile he always found adorable, mouthing a little 'do your best!' even though you thought he never saw it. And Oikawa knew, whenever the game got tough, it got strange and foreign, he knew he could send a glance at the stands, and you were always there, smiling and looking at him with awe, and it always helped Oikawa find his momentum again.

Oikawa only then realized how often he had started to see you around, actually. You were often by Iwa's side, hanging out with him and Oikawa at lunch breaks every once in a while. Oikawa always thought you were nice to converse with, and he liked talking to you, making you laugh, and even tease you sometimes. Even though he often felt you were hesitant at talking to him.

You seemed strained as if you found it hard to speak with him, and Oikawa only then noticed how much he hated seeing you laugh so bright and talk so light to his best friend instead.

He secretly hoped it was him you were there for, but looking at you two now, he has to admit, it's a little painful to see you with Iwaizumi instead, closer to him than you have ever been to Oikawa.

He has no right to feel this way, even though he had liked you all this time, ever since he had first seen you. After all, Oikawa hadn't done anything to approach you, but it wasn't because he didn't want to, but it seems, Oikawa was clueless as to what to do at anything about you.

He felt... shy, when yiu were around.

And now he had missed his chance, he thought grimly. All because he was stupid and a coward and-

But Oikawa is good at masking his thoughts, something he was able to do for years now, so he's able to send you a bright smile when he notices you averted your eyes from the green ones to his, a small wave of your hand directed in his way.

"Y/N-chan!" He chimes, his body making its way to you before his mind even realizes it. 

"Hi, Oikawa-kun." You smile, but it feels even more strained than the ones you usually had around him. There is a tint of tension hanging in the air, and you seem nervous, Oikawa takes note with a frown. Even more so than the usual. 

"Is there something wrong?" The question makes you panic and Iwa grin widely as he glances at you. It's a look of 'you're on your own,' but Oikawa is too focused on you to notice. "No- no, nothing wrong." You try to answer, but the panicked way you speak is a big give-away.

"Did Iwa-chan say something mean?" Oikawa glances at his best friend. "You really have to learn to control yourself, you know." You can't hold back a laughter when Oikawa fails at dodging Iwa's hand, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. "This is what I mean! Control your- okay, sorry, don't hit me."

"It isn't anything Iwa did, don't worry." You assure the brunette with a giggle, who seems a little off today, as well. "Well then," Oikawa shrugs, "what were you talking about?"

Oikawa knows he hit jackpot by the panicked look in your eyes and the grin that appears on Hajime's lips. "Umm," you start to fiddle with your fingers and its Iwaizumi's que to leave.

Oikawa doesn't even notice it as Iwa excuses himself with a flimsy reason, sending you a gruff smile as you look at him, almost like you're crying for help.

Oikawa has a few guesses as to whats happening, and none of them seem good.

(were you going to tell him you started dating? was that what you were talking about, laughing a few seconds ago? since it was only normal, Oikawa would be the first you would tell if it were true, Oikawa can't feel anythingbut panic.)

"Come on, Y/N-chan, just tell me!" Oikawa insists, his fake smile still hanging on his lips. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." The playful wink he concluded his sentence with makes you bite your lips.

You nod and Oikawa feels like maybe he shouldn't have asked you to tell it to him now. Oikawa's not sure if he's ready to hear his feelings can never be reciprocated, but he still manages to keep his smile.

You look at him brightly, smiling a little, and you wave your hand as to tell him to come a little closer.

As you bring your face closer to his, you're leaning towards his ear, he notices. You're going to whisper it to him? Oikawa can't say he's surprised, Iwaizumi had always been a more closed off person, after all, it's normal he doesn't want everyone to know you are dating, probably.

But it isn't what happens, instead, Oikawa feels your lips graze the smooth skin of his cheek, pressing a small kiss on his face and pulling back quickly.

Oikawa freezes, the position he's in, slightly bend forward, hands behind his back, is a little awkward, too, but he can't think clear enough to stand straight.

What just happened?

His widened eyes find yours, you have a smile on your lips, and you're desperately trying to hide your embarrassment and failing, but Oikawa's the one in the worse condition, so it's okay.

You wave him a small goodbye, and you're running off without saying anything or letting him get himself back together.

Seconds, minutes and maybe even more goes by and Oikawa's still standing under the tree, trying to understand if this was a dream his mind came up with.

He raises his hand up to his face, his fingers grazing the skin you had pressed your lips, and he finds it still warm. At that, it's impossible for Oikawa to suppress the smile now appearing on his lips, his eyes ramaging through the area to catch a glimpse of you to return the kiss.

You're standing a few meters away from him, hiding behind the wall of your school building. You can't help but think it's a sight to behold, Oikawa flushed a reddish pink, a stupid smile on his lips as he cups his cheek like a boy in love.

(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

~

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument. 

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down." 

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!" 

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth. 

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food. 

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-" 

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious. 

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-. 

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you. 

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge. 

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure." 

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell. 

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in. 

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were. 

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water. 

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous? 

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower. 

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?" 

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

~

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing. 

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities? 

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown. 

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu." 

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde. 

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room. 

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

~

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up. 

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged. 

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously. 

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips. 

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with." 

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first." 

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here." 

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet. 

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

~

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.  

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had. 

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure." 

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother. 

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay. 

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen. 

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it. 

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair. 

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him. 

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing. 

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people." 

It was true. 

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing. 

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

~

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!" 

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

Lila's 600 follower event!

Hello and welcome to my event!

Since I hit 600 followers today, I'm making this small event and it'd make me really happy if you participate!

Check this out before requesting

What to do;

Send me one thing you like about yourself, a character of your choice, and I'll write a drabble for you!

It can be something of your appearance (your eye color, your lips, body, hands, hair etc.)

a character trait (smart, sly, honest, joyful, funny, laid-back, quick-witted etc.)

maybe a talent (baking, cooking, playing the piano, cello, run fast, jump high, read fast, binging an anime in one night etc.)

Or even something that isn't always considered a good thing but you still like about yourself (sharp-tongued, good at lying, blunt, cunning etc.)

If you have anything else thats out of these criteria, send it still!

Things to keep in mind;

You should send in just one thing about yourself

Again, it doesn't have to be considered something thats always considered good, its enough that you like that abkut yourself

I dont write nsfw for now, but if you want the drabble to be suggestive, add it to the request

If the request is racist, homophobic or is uncomfortable for me to write, I will not write it.

Fandoms I write for are Haikyuu!!, Boku no hero Academia, and Bungou stray dogs.

AHHH HI LILA omg I'm so proud of you!! You deserve it so much!!!! So can req for the 600 event Tsukki and eyes (idek i just really like my eyes 👀) also tysm for talking to me and being such a good friend!!! Congrats once more!!!! -@nadisabug

A/N: baby baby thank you for participating and being my friend, I’m so happy I met you! 

Honorable mentions: flustering and teasing Tsukki, established relationship, no warnings, fluff, <1k

If you'd like to participate in the event, you can access it from here!

"Oi!" Your boyfriend warns you. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" You shoot back, annoyed and angry that you miss the slight blush that sits on the apples of his cheeks. As much as you didn't want to admit, fights with Tsukishima were a little too often. But it wasn't your fault he was so disagreeable!

Of course, fights never went on too long, nothing even worth fighting about, and you were glad, despite him having one of the sharpest tongues around, Tsukishima always held back when it came to you. 

But, still. Sometimes the dinosaur-loving blonde could be a little too annoying.

"Stop changing the subject!" You collect your thoughts once again, momentarily lost in his soft brown eyes that looked at you with the same stubbornness you had in your gaze. "I only asked you to water my plants for a week, and you agreed!"

You huff in annoyance when he stands silent. "I even called you each day to ask if you were watering them, and you said yes!" You had gone on a job trip for a week, had made your boyfriend swear to you he'll look after your plants, and here he was, telling you he forgot!

"I know I should've asked someone else instead." You huff, and Tsukishima's eyes narrow. "You would've called Kageyama if I hadn't!"

"At least my plants would be alive now, if I had!" You remark, huffing once again -you'd do it the whole day if that was what it took to get an apology from him- and he rolled his eyes. 

So here you were, out on the balcony with a cup of steaming coffee, sitting right across your no-good boyfriend and next to your dead plants. You huff. 

"Okay- fine, I get it!" He finally bursts, and you have to pretend to take a sip from your coffee to hide your smile. 

"I didn't say anything." 

"You have been looking at me like that the whole day, so no need to speak." He fixed his glasses, eyes narrowing when you shot him a genuinely confused look. "What? Don't try to deny it now."

"I'm not- I wasn't looking at you like anything?"

"Yes," he furrows his brows, "you were. Giving me that puppy dog eyes, you know I can't handle!" Now, your relationship was still relatively new, but even if it weren't, there was something new with this man every day. 

"Hm?" You smile, leaning forward on the table until your face levels with his. You hear him suck in a breath. "What look, this one?"

You gaze at him from beneath your lashes, a smile rests on your lips, and you feel giddy because you see the unmistakable blush that's now all over Tsukishima's face, and you feel like a kid who discovered a shiny rock.

"Stop it!" He warns you, looking away -to your dead plants- and winces. "I will, if you tell me why."

Tsukishima stares at you for a few seconds in utter annoyance, his gaze bouncing around your face but always ending back to your eyes. You hear him sigh after a while since he knows you well enough that you would never let it go if he didn't tell you. 

"You just-" you chuckle when he clears his throat, voice barely audible. "You have pretty eyes, okay?"

"What?"

"I said," he repeats, this time louder and angrier you're making him repeat himself, "you have pretty eyes! Loud and clear? Want me to elaborate more on that so you can finally understand?"

You pull back, sitting on your chair with a smug smile on your lips, never once wavering your gaze from the flustered blonde. It is a rare view, after all. "No need, very clear." You send him a toothy grin, making him groan. 

He's equally relieved and suspicious of your lack of remarks after that, opting to drink your coffee in peaceful silence. Tsukishima would have enjoyed this rare silence if it didn't make him even more nervous. 

You keep your quiet about the subject even when you finish your coffee, taking his cup from him and send him a -moderately tame- smile. 

Tsukishima is starting to think you forgot about it all as you snuggle next to him on the couch, eyes -the eyes he just called pretty an hour ago- trained on the tv. He's not sure if he likes how calm you are about it or if this little pang he feels in his chest is disappointment. 

He's not disappointed that you hadn't teased him about it, of course, Tsukishima tries to reason with himself as his arms wrap around your figure, pulling you closer to his chest until you end up over it, as you almost always do. 

Your eyes flutter closed, no matter the time, your boyfriends' embrace has a calming effect on you, and you make it known to him by nuzzling your face closer to his neck.

"So you think I have pretty eyes?"

"Oh, shut up." He groans, flicking your forehead softly, but you can hear the soft chuckle that rumbles inside him. 

Request: Hiii!!! Congratulations on 600 🥳🥳🥳. You deserve it all and more bby. I'm so proud of you. I hope that you're staying healthy and hydrated and taking enough breaks.

Ummm one thing I like about myself is that I'm a very open minded person and dont judge. And could I please request Oikawa please?? Thank you so so much, and remember to drink water!!! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 xxx

a/n: oikawa brr

honorable mentions: fluff, mentions of insecurities, royal au, prince Oikawa, fem!princess reader, 1k

Also, the event is now closed, but you can check out the masterlist from here!

Oikawa feels terrified.

People are dancing, jumping, shouting with glee, everyone at least a bit tipsy, the beer glasses in their hands seem like they never go out.

Each time the dance comes to a jump, the golden fluid in cups jumps with them as well, glinting under the candlelight.

His eyes fall on you, you whose dancing in the middle of the ballroom, laughing with everyone else, dancing carelessly at the day that's supposed to be the happiest of your life.

You seem to be enjoying it, and it only makes Oikawa that more anxious.

He doesn't know you well; you've only met a few times before, each time chaperoned and with masks fit to blue-bloods such as yourselves.

All your meetings consisted of empty words and kind- but fake smiles, chatting mindlessly on what's seen appropriate of a prince and a princess that are soon to wed.

You seem lovely, and Oikawa isn't that much sad he's marrying you- he feels like you can get along well if you get to know each other better. No, Oikawa isn't feeling like this because he's marrying you, but because you're marrying him.

He, the charming prince- smart, funny, and kind, any girl would kill to be in your place, he's aware.

Everyone wants to be with him, get to know and be acknowledged by him- but there is a catch. Whenever someone does manage to get to know him, the magic gets broken, the facade, sparkling fog over the rotten thing he calls his personality comes on the surface of the water, and people leave.

Oikawa went through this one too many times, so he embodied the fake persona he puts on, never letting anyone get close to him enough to see what's underneath.

He knew this day was to come, though. Oikawa knew he was going to marry someone so he could unite his kingdom and theirs, but he always hoped it wouldn't be you.

Not because he didn't like you, though, on the contrary, because he liked you maybe a little more than the other princesses. Oikawa just hoped- he hoped you wouldn't regret marrying him, or even worse, be disappointed with who he really was.

Once again, his eyes spot you in the room, fighting a smile when he finds you looking at him, as well. There's a sheen layer of sweat on your face, making you glow under the candlelight, face bright with a smile, hair messed up with all the dancing and jumping.

His gaze never once leaves you as you find your way to him, breathless as your hand reaches for his.

"You look so grim, my lord." You chuckle, lightly tugging him to dance. "Is there something bothering you?"

You were always so kind, easy to talk to, it made him feel like he could tell you anything, and you would... you would smile in answer. He shakes his head no, letting you pull him towards the inner room.

The air is warmer and heavier, it smells of beer, but looking at your smiling face, it seems none of them matters.

His movements are fit to a prince, dancing fluidly and putting every other to shame. You make a small comment on it, as well, earning a chuckle from the prince. "It would be odd if I didn't know how to dance, though, wouldn't it?"

You nod, but you seem troubled.

"Is there anything you can't do, my lord?" He hears your soft voice as Oikawa twirls you in his arms. Despite his hopes, you catch the small frown his lips press into, brows pulling together, even only a millimeter. "I don't mean disrespect," you quickly retort. "I was just asking so I could get to know you a little better."

When he stays silent, you once again fill the silence with your voice. "I, for example, can't sing."

You snicker as you watch his eyes widen. "You can't?"

"Nope, I promise you, you haven't seen anyone sing worse than me."

"But I've been told you have an angelic voice!" He confronts you, but his shoulders are shaking just a little bit. "Yeah, well-" you smile sheepishly, "I can't."

For whatever reason, this makes Oikawa feel just a bit better. To hear you aren't what the rumors of you show you to be, makes Oikawa feel like maybe, you're a little similar.

"I can't use a bow."

You hear him whisper minutes after your confession, and it takes you by shock. What takes Oikawa by bigger shock is, however, when you start to laugh.

"Is it really that funny?" He scoffs with embarrassment as you're still laughing. You shake your head no, trying to stop your giggles, but it takes you a minute. "It's just- you said it as if it's the worst thing ever!"

"It is a bad thing!" The prince protests, cheeks flushed with either glee or a product of dancing. "I even have a reputation about how good I am with a bow- but I can't hit a standing target if it killed me."

"Well, I can't do a knot."

"I don't like writing."

"Very bad with numbers."

"Afraid of horses."

The confessions slip out of your mouths uncontrollably, each one making both of you break out with laughter until-

"I'm not... very honest." Oikawa mumbles to your ear; he's gotten closer to you these last few dances, you realize, your chests almost pressing together. He holds his breath, afraid of your reaction, his tense shoulders dropping when he feels you chuckle once again. "I see." You murmur. "That's a little relieving to hear if I'm being honest."

"What?"

You shrug. "It's just- you know, my lord, you have quite the reputation." You go on talking when he stands quiet. "You're portrayed as this man, free of taint and capable of anything- and it was worrying me you were that flawless."

"You wouldn't... want me to be?"

You chuckle at his confused stare. "I wouldn't be opposed to it! But it would make me really nervous, as well. I think it's nice to know you're human, too, just as we are. Like marrying a unicorn or something." you joke.

Were you really worried he was flawless? It's so absurd that Oikawa feels he's about to burst out laughing.

"Well, don't you worry, my princess," a soft chuckle emerges from the man. "I have many flaws to show you."

"And I have many myself." You beam at him.

Both of you will discover these flaws and insecurities over time, but you have a life ahead of you to do so.

And despite still holding his former thoughts, Oikawa's heart feels just a little lighter knowing you're here to get to know him with his flaws.

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

Taming the fox

a/n: self projecting? I think yes 🤩 (listen I dont kin atsumu but i kin him so hard) anyway, this is a lil drabble to show some love at the blond twin

(also this is a repost but,,, the tags didn't work so yup)

Warnings and honorable mentions: dives into anxiety, sadness, inferiority complex and stuff, gn reader, mostly Atsumu based anyway, genre is fluff i think, wc < 1000 (this is meant as a lil drabble I wrote in one sitting, didn't think much on it so lets be nice, yeah?)

Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows this, and even if he hadn't, he has heard it many times, too.

But he works hard to fix it, and that's all that matters, at least it is for you. And ever since Atsumu met you, that's enough for him. It's such a weird feeling, especially for someone as greedy as him, Atsumu feels like it's enough, and the person providing this is... one person?

He is greedy, he admits. Atsumu wants more, more and more from life, and nothing seems to, seemed to, make him feel fulfilled.

But here you are, you have him between your arms, fingers combing through his golden locks. Your eyes are closed as you calm him, suppressing the shake of his shoulders with your own body.

People often can't believe you are dating, that you are in love. You are such opposing characters that it shocks people to see you talking, even.

They are partly right, too. You and Atsumu are polar opposites. He's a fox, a wild one at that, too, and most people know foxes can't be tamed. Not if they don't want to. But ever since meeting you, Atsumu finds, he wants to be tamed, he wants to fit you, to make you happy. If having to change his nature is what it takes, Atsumu is ready to take that challenge.

It's ironic, unbelievable how you don't want him to change, though.

He would have laughed if anyone told him maybe months ago he would feel this way. He's had some relationships in the past, none that lasted, none that mattered. He fooled around, broke hearts, got his heart broken once or twice. But he couldn't settle for the life of him, didn't value anything, anyone, but himself.

People always approached him in hopes of fixing him, some with wanting to pride themselves on how they tamed the infamous wild fox, and some were curious as to see if they were capable enough.

Atsumu hated, despised how people thought of him as a challenge and nothing more, and he set his mind to change not one thing about himself as a result. This seemed to do more harm than good.

People got frustrated, mad at him for being who he was- they got harder, bolder, brutal at the ways they approached him.

Atsumu can't count all the times he heard the words I hate you in relationships. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." Atsumu heard all that and more one too many times. It never helped the cause, either, since the more those words got spat in his face, the more he closed himself to change.

With the constant nitpicking on his behavior, his character- Atsumu felt he offended people just by existing. It's such a heavy burden to carry, and even though involuntarily, Atsumu was showing he couldn't take it, too.

You could still remember your first days as a manager in Inarizaki, how different Atsumu was when he first met you. He seemed so jittery, so angry, so anxious, and cocky (probably due to the feeling of inferiority) all the time. Having a twin didn't help, either.

You could still remember the chills that ran through your body as you witnessed him serve on a match for the first time.

The warm brown eyes of his you adore so much looked so cold, almost muddy. You remembered feeling scared, not for yourself, but him. He reminded you of a wounded animal.

It took time, so much time, and too much patience to pull him out of that haze. A wounded animal, especially one that was hurt by people, can't trust people back easily. But somehow, you pulled it off. Somehow, you knew that all he needed was compassion, understanding, acceptance.

Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows he still has a lot to work on, to fix about himself. He still feels scared, scared of hearing those three words from your lips, scared that

you will leave him, scared he's not good enough, he never will be.

But isn't that why he's now between your arms, surrounded by your embrace, crying?

He knows he has too much to fix, but you taught him he can take his time with it. Baby steps are still small steps to achieving it.

People think foxes can't be tamed, and they're right about it being hard, but you're the first to notice, that all it takes is just a little compassion.

a/n: first piece for Sakusa! i had this lil scenario in my head for a while but wasn't sure who to write, decided it's s good start to one of my favorite boys. hope you like it! Likes, comments and reblogs are so so appreciated <3

honorable mentions: crackfic? fluff, mentions of a fight, 1k, cursing

synopsis: sakusa had a bad day, so you give him a massage.

Sakusa sighs.

It's a sound of contentment; at how your fingers move on his skin, applying just the right amount of pressure on his overly tense muscles, drawing circles with your thumbs.

He doesn't say much, but you know he's enjoying this. Sakusa isn't a man of many words; and even though that's never a problem for you, it's also the reason you fought that morning.

It wasn't anything worth fighting, it was just him being petty. There were times Sakusa could say something that would break your heart, but he would always choose silence when it came to apologizing.

Still, as soon as he stepped into your shared apartment, you knew something was wrong. Not because of anything particular showing on your boyfriends' handsome face- no, Sakusa didn't show his emotions; he was bad at showing the negative ones just as much as any other emotion.

He often looks irritated, at most, today he looks tired. Gaze lidded and lips pressed together slightly, anyone could tell he wasn't over the moon, but not many people could tell how bad -terrible- of a day he was having.

His gaze darts around the room until they find you; you're lying facedown on the couch, face smushed on the edge of a pillow as you bite on your bottom lip.

You don't feel it when your mountain of a boyfriend makes his way to you, the curly-headed boy with heavy steps, don't feel his somber gaze, only softening staring at your face.

You're frowning, phone screen illuminates your knitted brows at whatever you're watching, earphones on your heas giving out just a muffled voice. Sakusa is unaware of the smile settling on his lips as he reaches you.

Muscle memory does him dirty, Sakusa finds himself an inch away from planting a kiss atop your head, but the heavy feeling in his chest reminds him of the fight you had that morning.

"Omi?" You raise your eyes from your phone, as you feel his presence, eyes meeting the tired-looking ones, looking at you afflicted and defeated. You wait, but Sakusa doesn't utter a word, his gaze falling on his hands, adam's apple bobbing with his gulp.

You sigh, bringing yourself upright to face him. You can guess he must've had a hard day, you know he wants to apologize and pull you in his arms to wash the heavy day off, but you also know he's too stubborn and maybe a little scared to do any of that.

So instead, you bring your dainty hand forward to touch his, fingers reaching at his hesitantly. "Hey, Omi."

His hand grasps yours immediately, holding it between his rough ones and squeezing it as if reminding himself- you're still here. "Bad day?" You ask, but you don't need to hear an answer, you can already tell.

He doesn't answer, either, turning his head away from you and refuses to meet your eyes, but it only makes you smile. Sometimes he reminds you a little too much of a little boy.

"'m tired." Sakusa's voice rumbles as he finally gives in. "It's all too much."

You can tell. Sakusa's been in a foul mood for a while now, he's often stressed and frustrated- but he was careful not to show you anything, so you always had to piece together bits and pieces and guess what he was feeling.

"I know," your soft voice assures him, your fingers tracing shapes on his arm and giving him the kind of comfort he craves. "I know, love."

You bite your lip worriedly, eyes wandering over your boyfriend, rolling his neck with a groan; your eyes follow his movements as Sakusa brings his hand to his shoulder, flexing the muscles there uncomfortably.

And just then, an idea befalls you.

"Omi? Omi turn your back." You usher, your fingers grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of his curly head as he gives you confused stares, but hesitantly assists you, nonetheless.

"Love, what are you- oh." Sakusa blinks as he feels your fingers graze his skin, you lay your hands on his sculpted muscles, thumbs kneading into his strained back. "Ah."

You can't help a smile creep on your lips as you watch your boyfriends' eyes flutter close, mouth falling slightly agape to the feeling on his back. His back is hard as a rock, you realize, eyes widening when you feel how strained he is.

"Omi?" You call out to the boy who has his eyes closed, burrows furrowed, focusing on the slight burn of his shoulders. "Oh, god." You frown behind him, "you're so tense."

It takes Sakusa a few seconds to answer since he's too busy relishing in your touch. He doesn't say much, but the sigh that leaves his lips is enough to tell you how he feels. "Ah- love just a little low- mmh!"

The circular motions you're doing with your fingers have Sakusa putty beneath your touch, and you can't help but chuckle at him. When your fingers knead into a particularly hard spot, he jumps in his place with a curse muttered under his breath.

"What the hell?" You mumble, trying to relax the area but failing. "Omi, you're too tense! How can you even live like this?"

A chuckle rumbles behind his throat, and he looks up to meet your eyes. "You know, that has a name." He jokes, groaning right after as you push a little too hard on his back.

"Oh, really? And what's it's name?"

"Atsumu."

His answer has you breaking out in laughter, and him never losing his composure only adds to it. Finally, a smile ghosts his lips as you shake your head from side to side. "I'm not joking," he says smiling, "and the one next to it, a little low- mmh, that one-" Sakusa winces, "that's Komori."

"Is it now?" You laugh, pressing your fingers in Komori and make Sakusa take a deep sigh.

You work your touch on his back in silence, the thoughts of that morning still fresh in your minds, but it's only left as a bittersweet taste.

Wanting to dispute the grim thoughts you have and go back to the laughing banter you had with your lover, you speak up, once again. "I wonder where I am."

Sakusa's eyes snap open as he hears your voice, but there's no hesitation in his movements as his much bigger hand closes on yours, pulling it forward and placing it right on his beating heart.

His hand enclosed around yours as he presses yours on his chest, the movement feels way too intimate. He doesn't look at you, his obsidian eyes trained on his feet, but the slight blush of his ears gives away what he's feeling.

It's a silent apology, you realize. As you feel his fastening heart, feeling how nervous, how guilty he is.

You lean forward, just enough that your lips touch the smooth skin of his cheek. I love you, too, you think.

Suna calls you ugly.

Lovingly.

"Hey, ugly." He always greets you with a teasing smile; kisses the fake pout off of your lips at his choice of words. You try to suppress your smile when you feel his smile against your lips.

He calls you baby when he's frustrated, darling when you fight, love when you're sad, babe when he's teasing.

His camera roll is full of pictures of you doing random things. You say they're ugly; delete them, rin! He agrees; they are ugly, he tells you with the smallest, lovesick smile on his lips as he looks at the picture.

"Hey, asshole."

He gives you an airy chuckle, placing his backpack on the ground. "I come bearing gifts."

"Snacks?" You ask; he watches with amusement at how your eyes sparkle. "Yes, ugly, snacks." Suna rolls his eyes, throwing his arm around your shoulder. "You don't get this excited when you see me."

"Shut up and give them to me already." You try to wiggle out of his hold, but his arm closes around you tight before you can. Suna pulls you back to his chest, pressing you to himself as hard as he can. You can feel his laughter in his chest as you shout for your life. You can hear his heartbeat doubling against your ear.

Whenever he sees you getting ready for a date or coffee plans with friends, "you look ugly." is the first thing he would say. But the words come out of his lips a smitten smile, pinching your nose, his hand squeezing yours affectionately as he says it.

He sends you fish memes, "Look, it's you." He captions it. You tell him to fuck off, knowing he's smiling widely on the other side of the screen.

And when he's away for volleyball tournaments, Suna always sounds down on the phones. You know he gets tired easily, you know he finds solace in your voice, but it's because of the time difference he doesn't let you talk with him often. "Good night, ugly." He says before hanging up. It sounds more like an I miss you.

He knows you understand that he doesn't mean it. He knows you know it's just him telling you, "You look pretty."

"I'm really grateful you're with me."

"You're the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me."

Everyone has different ways of saying things, showing feelings, and for someone not used to showing affection, this is Suna's way of saying, "I'm in love with you."

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

》 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.

02:32 AM - Kuroo Tetsuro “it’s funny seeing you here”

CONGRATS ON 900! <33

02:32

“It’s funny seeing you here.”

a/n: omg hi!! thank you so much for the ask, it was lovely to write! I hope you like it 😼 im pretty sure I got the idea of an time stamp wrong so oops lmao

warnings: its suggestful,,, a lot. mentions of sex and a one night stand

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As hard as it was, you liked your job as a flight attendant, but it was moments like this that made you question if it was even worth it.

You sometimes really, really hated your job. 

Your day had started pretty well, too. First time in a good while, you had a night flight, which meant you didn't have to wake up at 4 in the morning to wear your cursed uniform and do your make-up and hair. No, you had instead slept till noon, eyes falling to the foreign view of your hotel room window, which had a good effect on raising your spirits, too. 

But what really caused you to wake up with the brightest satisfied smile that morning was the night before or rather the stranger you had spent the night with and the memories he had gifted you. 

Along with a heck ton of hickeys, you notice as you look at your mirror.

Your neck and chest adorned with soft bite marks and purplish bruises, something that never fails to make you furious, now only making you smile unconsciously. 

Maybe it was the neon lights of the club blinking that made him seem so handsome in your eyes, his cat-like gaze burning your skin, confusingly messy locks of raven hair almost begging for you to pull on them, and pull on them, you did.

Maybe it was the one too many glasses of drinks you had that made you feel dizzy whenever he kissed you so heatedly, that made you feel like he wasn't just fucking you but making love to you, made you gasp when his hands wandered over you, made you scream his name- 

You roll your lip between your teeth with a dreamy smile, butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach with the memories of him, the lopsided grin, and the playful glint in his eyes that gave you excited goosebumps even now.

He was the kind of guy you wish you had met in any other circumstance, one you knew you would find yourself falling hard for, his smile alone was enough to do the trick, but it was the conversations you had that had you know feeling a little down you would never meet him again.

It was rather unfortunate you would never see the man you had had the best sex of your life with ever again, and the smallest part of you did hope maybe you'd cross paths again, but this was a price you had chosen to pay, and you didn't regret it.

You liked this side of being a flight attendant. The unwritten rule of One-night stands stay as one-night stands. 

There was no way they couldn't; you couldn't meet them even if you wanted to since all your one-night stands were people you met in clubs you visited, knowing for sure you wouldn't even be in the country by the next morning.

Stress-free, satisfied life.

So your reaction was more than justified, you decided, when you saw the pair of golden eyes that hadn't left your mind since that morning right there, staring at you from the comfort of his seat, looking at you with an innocently surprised gaze. 

A burgundy sleep mask pushed up, pushing his raven locks away from his face, eyes heavy and slightly lidded from the late hour and the exhaustion of flying for hours, he looks positively handsome- even more so than you remember. 

Your gaze unconsciously falls on his lips when he smiles; you find yourself speaking before you can stop yourself. "You have to be fucking kidding me."

Your hands fly up to your agape mouth, eyes wide in mortification, though Kuroo doesn't know if it's from what you said or just seeing him, you look like you might jump from the emergency exit. 

"Oh, uh, hi." The man smiles awkwardly, hand going to his neck with nervousness, eyes wandering over your figure. "Funny seeing you here."

He looks adorable, you have to admit, brows tilted upwards, mouth slightly agape with a ghost of a smile, and widened eyes with surprise. 

"Oh my god," you groan as you stand still, holding mattresses and pillows in your hand, "you have to be kidding me."

"Uh, no?" Kuroo tries to find an answer to that reaction with an awkward laugh. 

"Holy shit," you curse, biting your lip, "what are you doing here?" You whisper-yell, minding of everyone else sleeping soundly but the two of you. You know you have no right to get mad, but he doesn't seem offended, instead slightly amused with a quirk of his brow and snarky glint in his gaze.

"Flying back home?" He tells you with a chuckle, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "I had told you last night, remember? When you-"

"No!" you squeak suddenly, hands flying over to his mouth to stop him from saying whatever he was going to say. "When you asked me about my profession." He speaks from beneath your hand, lips moving under your touch and causing your face to heat up. "Get your head out of the gutter."

You pull your fingers away from his face, skin slightly bumpy from a day-old beard. 

"Oh my god, I'm very sorry, sir." You finally find your composure, reminding yourself where you are. "I'm very sorry for my behaviour, that was unacceptable, I'm sending another flight attendant right away, and if you would want to file a complaint-"

"No- no, no." Kuroo stops you from finishing your sentence. "No, I'm not going to file any complaints, don't- don't worry about it." He laughs at your panic-stricken face. "I'm very sorry for the inconvinience, sir." You mutter under your breath, setting to work what you came to do here for. "I'll finish right away and I promise you won't have to see me ever again."

You miss the frown that settles on his lips when you tell him that, tired gaze falling on his hands. "If that's what you want." Kuroo shrugs as an answer, and it's only then when you raise your gaze to his and see the slight hurt.

"N-no!" You blurt out involuntarily,  hands flying to your mouth a second too late. "I- I meant- for you," you try to set it right as a grin starts spreading across his face, "if you don't want to see me."

For a few seconds, Kuroo stays silent at that, leaving you alone with the loud thundering of your heart in your chest. 

"You know," he finally tells you, his grin still evident on his face. "I'm a little afraid of flying."

He looks at you as if that means a big grand gesture, laughing when you raise your brows questioningly. 

"Wouldn't you keep me a little company?"

Even then it takes you a few seconds to process what he means, but when you do, you can't help the airy chuckle that passes your lips. "We've been in the air for four hours, sir."

"And? Can't a man be afraid of flying after four hours? I'm so scared, look at my hands trembling!" He fakes a panicked expression as you only laugh more, "I need someone to talk to me and get me through the flight."

"Very well, then," you smile at the man, "I guess I'll have to keep you company, sir."

Under the Christmas lights

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

a/n: Omg Merry Christmas!! Or happy holidays! Whatever works for you!

Please reblog if you enjoyed!

Warnings: fluff, angst?

He was sure. He was 100% sure. It had to be today. It was Christmas today. Your absolute favorite holiday. You loved to go out at night during the holiday season to look at the light displays in the park or making gingerbread houses or decoration the tree or going ice skating. You loved every single little thing about the holiday from giving gift to Christmas movies. That is reason it had to be today. The morning was spent cuddling in bed, your head on his chest as he caressed your hair. The afternoon was left spent opening presets and baking cookies. You were completely engrossed in whatever holiday tasks you were doing, but Kuroo’s mind was searching the the right moment to get on one knee and propose. The wait was weighting him down as he watched you dance around the kitchen island or talking to Kenma.

The day was almost over and Kuroo that time was running out. Every minute that past brought you more joy, but him only more worry. Worry about if he will get a chance to propose. You on the other hand, were worried as well. You knew that if you didn’t at least pretend to be happy, Kuroo would worry for you. You had been with Kuroo for so many year, but he was yet to make it obvious that he wanted a forever with you. Sure he a,ways took good care of you, but if he was unwilling to commit, you didn’t want to waste your time. Even if you loved him more than there were stars in the sky. You had felt like this for many weeks now, but you had to chive him a chance right? It was almost night, and you wanted to go see the lights by the park. It was better than sitting at home in Kuroo’s embrace while questioning if you would even be able to do something as simple as hold him in 1 year or even 5 years.

You had on several layers to help fight off the cold, but somehow the cold still bit at your body. Kuroo noticed the shivers that raked throug your body and wrapped his arms around you to help keep you warm. His scent of pine filled your nostrils as his arms held you close to his chest. The night was clear enough to see the full moon hanging above and the Christmas lights were vibrantly shining. The park was surprisingly full for the bone-chilling cold night. Families with young children walking around the park, admiring the beautiful light displays and young couples who were spending their first Christmas together. There was laughter and conversations surrounding the two to you. You let Kuroo’s body heat engulf you in a pool of warmth and he kissed the top of your head tenderly.

You and Kuroo had walked around the park many times, admiring the displays in awe regardless of the number of time you have seen each Christmas decoration. You had spent at least an hour there, both your toes and fingers were numb with cold, your face and nose were flushed red. You were enjoying the warmth provided to you by your boyfriend whose ignorance blinded him from your worries, but you were equally of oblivious. Kuroo had led you to the center of the park, where the most stunning Christmas stood with small gathered groups of people all around, taking pictures and admiring it’s beauty. Kuroo suddenly released you from his embrace, leaving you missing his warmth. Guiding you by the hand, he lead you to an open area in front of the large Christmas tree. As confusion hit you, your boyfriend held the small, red, velvet box in his pocket. He knew he had to do it now, in front of the sparkling Christmas tree.

“Kuroo what are you doing?”, you ask as you stared into his hazel cat-like eyes.

“Y/n, you are the literal light of my life. Without you I have no idea where I would be today. You have helped me through so much and I can’t even begin to explain how much you mean to me.”, he began, emotion filled every word he spoke and tears began to gather in your eyes. “I know that today is Christmas and I know how much you enjoy this holiday, so my promise to you if to make everyday Christmas for you, if you would let me. So Y/n l/n, please let me keep my promise to you and will you please marry me?”, he finished. He was on one knees, with the small velve red box open, presenting a magnificent ring. It had a large oval diamond in the middle and two smaller stones surrounding it with a silver band. Tears raced down your cheeks as you nodded furiously, too shocked for words. See your nod, Kuroo stood up and placed the ring on your finger before embracing you in a nice long hug. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as his large hands held you close and his dark unruly hair tickling your neck. And just like that, you fell in love with the the Christmas holiday and your now fiancé all over again.

THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

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