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Strangers (eight)

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

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem! Reader]

▪︎Alternate Universe: Soulmate Au!

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Warnings: Fighting and language

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

Note: Things are about to get ✨angsty✨ now, sorry of Bokuto is a lil ooc! Also it's already 3 am here-

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Akaashi barely had any sleep left in his body to function normally.

The few days Bokuto had stayed in Miyagi felt excruciating. He doesn't know what to do and his mind is in a jumble. Akaashi also couldn't help but replay the scene he saw when he followed Bo over and over in his head, making his insecurity and guilt eat him inside.

"You plan to leave me for her?"

Akaashi's question pierced through the heavy tension in his and Bokuto's shared apartment.

Everything is a mess.

There isn't a day that has gone by where they wouldn't have a small disagreement or a tense atmosohere when they weren't alone. They try to hide their crumbling relationship to the team but it seems like they already knew.

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto doesn't look at him like the way he used to; before he met you. The fated soulmate.

He also couldn't look at his golden eyed lover without remembering what he did; it simply made his heart hurt.

The same person who made his heart leap up in joy, causes shivers down his spine and butterflies in his stomach now makes his heart sting and drop to his stomach.

Bokuto felt himself stop im his tracks as he dared not to look at Akaashi, fearing to see the intense gaze that is looking right at him.

"What are you saying Kei?"

Akaashi turned towards him, anger and sadness swimming inside his gunmetal eyes as hot tears threatened to spill from them.

"Don't you even try to deny it! You think I didn't know you went to Miyagi? How you said youre going to 'make things right'?! What was that supposed to mean!?"

He finally blew his fuse, all his pent up anger amd insecurity surfacing, Bokuto widened his eyes in confusion "What.. how.. Did you follow me..?" He asked, as he tries grab Akaashi's wrist.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

Akaashi yelled, startling the golden eyed captain. Bokuto suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his right cheek. He looked at Akaashi with shock as he slowly cupped the throbbing cheek with his hand.

"You told me... You told me you wouldn't leave me for whoever your soulmate is!" Hot tears continously poured from Keiji's eyes, he was in hysterics.

"I wouldn't-"

"Yes you fucking would!" Akaashi cries, pointing a finger to him. Bokuto frowned, "Akaashi, hear me out-"

"I don't want to hear your childish excuses!"

Bokuto scoffed, "Now I'm being childish? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" His last bit of patience was gone when Akaashi decided to slap him.

Akaashi stared at him in disbelief "Are you hearing yourself right now Bo? Who on their right mind would cheat on their partner-"

"I didn't cheat on you!"

Bokuto panted, veins popping up on his neck as he stared at his lover. This isn't what he wanted. He wants their relationship to end on a good note, at the least.

"Oh? Is that so? You went to see your soulmate and without me knowing!"

"I don't feel anything to her!"

"Are you sure?" Akaashi challenged.

That made Bokuto stop and think for a second, which made it clear. "Akaashi... you know I love you."

Akashi nodded, finalky calming down. "I see.. Thankyou, Bokuto san."

Bokuto felt a sigh of relief when he saw Akaashi calming down, but in a split second it was replaced by anxiety when he sees Akaashi heading out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Leaving. I'll take my things tommorow."

The third year didn't even try to stop his lover, he knows that his attempts will be futile.

Bokuto knew it was over between them when he heard Akaashi slamming the door behind him.

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Paring: Tsukishima x fem reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut

Warning(s): cheating, unprotected sex, degradation

Summary: just smut

Word count: 837

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Beta reader: none

a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Tsukishima knows you like him. He’s aware that given the chance, you’d let him take you to new heights, letting him make you see stars. I mean, he’s already experienced your passion firsthand, so there’s little to no one to stop him from seeking it again, except perhaps your boyfriend.

Now, don’t get him wrong. Tsukishima isn’t one to tolerate adultery, especially when one of his friends does it. But for you, he sure can bend some rules. It’s not as if he’s in love with you; no, you’re not the type of woman he could fall for. But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the intense pleasure he feels when buried deep inside you, releasing all his pent-up frustrations.

He’s aware of the fact that you love your boyfriend to death, despite all his flaws. As a matter of fact, he also knows that your boyfriend loves you just as much. Who else would forgive a cheating bitch like you over and over, even after she says she would change? Could never be him, but it doesn’t matter to him at all. All he cares about is getting his dick wet, and as it seems, you are one of the best pussies in the city, so why should he not use you to your full potential?

“Does your simp of a boyfriend have any idea that you are getting your insides rearranged by me right now?” Tsukishima taunts, thrusting into you with such force that it leaves your mind reeling.

“N-no,” you stutter, your grip on his shoulders weakening under the intensity of his movements. With a swift motion, he flips you over on the bed, positioning you to his liking, and plunges back into your slick, eager flesh, continuing his relentless assault.

“Can’t fuck you like I can, now can he?” he mocks, feeling your pussy clenching his cock like never before.

“N-no,” you barely manage to answer, your mind going hazy with pleasure.

“Tell me, who fucks you this good, huh? Who fucks you so good that you are fine with cheating on your bitch of a boyfriend, you whore?”

“You, Tsuki- ah-,” you manage to utter, your words barely coherent as he hits spots inside you with a precision no other man has ever achieved.

“Yes, you cheating whore, scream my name. Let everyone know who fucks you better than your boyfriend,” he groans as he slaps you hard on your ass, making you scream even more.

“God, you’re squeezing me so tightly,” he groans, his member throbbing inside you as your walls tighten around him, creating a velvety ring at the base of his shaft.

The sound of intense skin slapping fills the room, mingling with your wild cries of pleasure, making him almost come to the edge.

“Creaming my cock so well like the slut you are, gosh you are one of the best pussies I have had,” he says gripping onto your neck to cut off your air supply, as your insides start spasming.

Sensing that you were about to come, the man immediately went to rub your clit, making your body tense up even more. Without warning, you spill out on his cock, milking both of your juices.

It doesn’t take Tsukishima much longer to spurt his load inside you. With some more thrusts, he empties himself fully inside you. Plopping beside you, he slips his soft dick out of you and scoops the mixture of both your cums leaking from your pussy and makes you lick it off his fingers, as you whine because of overstimulation.

After some time, he chirps up. “This will probably be the last time we fuck. Yamaguchi wanted to set me up with this girl, and I don’t want to do this while going out on dates with her.”

You look at him bewildered, “but what about us?”

“Huh?” he asks, clearly confused.

“About us, Tsuki, what will you do about the fact that I’m not with my boyfriend but you?” you ask.

“Maybe teach him how to fuck you for real. Also, if you think I would be in a relationship with you, you are wrong. You cheated on your boyfriend! I don’t want that shit in my life; I would very much like my partner to be loyal, unlike you,” giving you a look of disgust he continues.

“I fucked you because you are a good booty call, and are always available, but it’s time you get your shit together and stop involving me in your problems, plus it’s better if we don’t talk anymore. I don’t want my potential girlfriend to get insecure because of our past.”

With that, he collects his clothes and is out of the apartment in seconds, leaving you rethinking the decisions you had made and what exactly brought you to this place you are. What turned you into this cheating, lying woman, so much so that the boy you had called your best friend for the longest time ever, now looks at you with disgust.

The end

15. ukai

was it dumb for you to agree to meet the unknown person half an hour before your date with suna? yes, maybe. but you can’t blame a girl for being curious. you weren’t afraid or anything but you still notified fumiko about your whereabouts just in case something did go wrong.

wrapping the jacket around your fram tighter due to the chilly air you slowly and carefully made your way to the meeting spot on the text. as you reached the place and saw no was there you decided on waiting a few minutes, anxiously tapping your foot and fingers playing with each other. but the silence was broken with the footsteps entering your line of vision, and when you looked up to meet the eyes of the intruder a gasp left your mouth. “ukai? what—what are you doing here? you can’t be seen with me-“

he shut you up with his hand on your mouth, motioning for you to keep your voice down. “im sorry if i scared you with the unknown number. your uncle has connections everywhere so i wanted to be careful.”

taking his hand off your mouth you nodded indicating that you were listening to him. when you looked at him he was trying his best to not look you in the eyes as he was placing his hands in his pockets.

“he plans on stopping the payment for your mom’s rehab.” he said in one breath. eyes wide and mouth open, the only reaction you could give was the fear stricken expression on your face. “wh-what do you mean? why would he do that? we took him to court, he has to pay-“

“do you know who you’re talking about y/n! this is your uncle he has the money and the connections to save him from everything.”

“but if so, why didn’t he do this before? why now of all time?”

“he...he wants your father’s assets.”

“excuse me! who does he think he is!? like hell im going to give them to him, is he out of his mind?” you were frantic, stressed, scared for your future and your mom’s, this was the last thing you needed, last thing you wanted. why did it have to be you?

“look i know you don’t want to but think of it this way. you’ll get a huge amount of money if you sell it and im sure it’ll be enough and more for the rehab and your education-“

“are you actually telling me to consider this? that is the only thing i have left of my father and i’d rather die then let him corrupt the company. you should know its the fact that those assets don’t belong to him that keep the company alive.” you were holding yourself back from crying, you couldn’t let your guard down. your decision was final and nothing was going to change that but it would be a lie if you said the offer was stupid because it could actually help you. but you were too proud and too persistent to let that happen.

“okay, okay i get it alright? if that’s what you think you have to find a way somehow to stop this. you know he’ll never let go until he gets what he wants.”

you started biting your nails; a bad habit you required through the years, “get me a list of his top employees, im going to hope on finding some dirt on him.”

ukai turned you around by your shoulders to look you in the eye, “are you sure you want to play this game? its risky.”

“i don’t care at this point, my mother’s health and this family’s dignity matters the most. im not gonna let some scum win.”

“alright. i’ll get you the list.” he patted your head and moved to hug you. ukai was like the brother you never had.

when you father was alive, ukai was his right hand man and due to that, you spent a lot of time growing up with him. even though he worked for your uncle now (due to familial issues) he still helped you as much as he could, and you really appreciated it. you just hoped his end wouldn’t be bad if he were to ever get caught.

when you finally arrived at suna’s house it was 10 minutes late. you hoped he wouldn’t get mad for that cause you were actually looking forward for the date, but all that cam crashing down once you looked inside through the window to see suna and ayaka sitting on the couch cuddling while watching a movie.

did he forget? no that couldn’t be, he was the one who asked you wasn’t he? but then why was he busy as if your date was never supposed to happen in the first place? were you a joke to him? you internally shook your head at the multiple questions surfacing in your head and rather the calling him out for what he did, you decided on going home and making the choice that would relieve you of half of your daily stress. you didn’t want to be connected to them by any means at this point. fumiko would be proud.

NIGHT CHANGES

fifteen; ukai

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zey’s notes

the way i never let you guys be happy muahahah lmao im having too much fun

now this chapter is the start of the story starting to unravel soo...yeah

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16. you fucker

NIGHT CHANGES

sixteen; you fucker

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zey’s notes

i wonder what atsumu came for...

the way ayaka talked back caught y/n off guard but she stands by her statement

btw lahmacun is this utterly delicious turkish food :’D

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17. clownery

NIGHT CHANGES

seventeen; clownery

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oop- suna learned about ukai

and omg atsumu and fumiko enemies to lovers???? hmmmm idk

next chapter some investigations will start...

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Yakuza!Haikyuu!!Character x Reader

A/N: This is a new story that will actually have more than one chapter. It’s dedicated to my best friend, who is a total Daichi lover. @rukia-uchiha-98

Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy reading!

Chapter 1 "Danger Zone"

It’s a quiet night as you unlock the door to your apartment in Tome and you set your weapons and heavy duffel bag next to your couch, before falling on top of it with a heavy sigh.

Not even three minutes later, you feel the vibration of your phone in your right pocket.

Groaning in soreness, you pull it out and the brightness of it makes you close your eyes quickly.

Now adjusting the brightness on your phone, you see a text message from Manjiro, your boss and rent payer.

>Got your next target. Natori. Will send you name and precise location. Needs to be done tonight.<

>I just got home and Natori is like an hour drive and it’s like 2 am. I need some sleep.<

>Do it or I will have Matsukawa knocking down your door with just one phone call. Do your job or you will regret it.<

>Fine.<

With a loud frustrating groan, you get up from your comfortable leather couch, while you’re spitting curses under your breath, you snatch up your weapon bag and slam your door on your way out.

~ At the Miyagi Prefectural Police Headquarters ~

The young police officer is currently writing down a report of a call he had earlier about an elderly woman complaining about her neighbors having a party after 9 pm. Rubbing his tired eyes, he takes another sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

His partner for the night, Kaito, a man in his mid-thirties, smiles in pity at the young officer, really glad that Daichi is doing the paperwork tonight instead of him.

Finishing the report with a final signature with his own and Kaito’s, he stacks the paper neatly and puts it in the ‘FINISHED’ folder.

Drinking the last bits of his coffee, their number is called over their radio to check out a murder scene that has occurred in Natori.

“Well, let’s get to it, Sawamura.” Kaito sighs and grabs his police hat and his gun, just like Daichi and they head to their police car.

Getting inside, they turn the lights and head to the destination in their navigation system.

“This is now the fifth murder case in two weeks, doesn’t that seem strange to you?” Daichi asks while sitting in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, the most strange thing is that uh”- Kaito pauses to scratch his beard- “it was just straight up murder, one clean shot through the head every time. No signs of a break in or stolen goods.”

Daichi thinks for a few moments, before asking more questions.

“Any relations to the victims? Only men or women?”

“Nah, always a different one. But I have a theory.”

Perking up at his words, Daichi looks intrigued at his partner.

Kaito continues.

“I have a feeling this has to be dirty crime related, as in the yakuza.”

Widening his eyes at that, Daichi stares out of the window, bypassing dark houses and the street lamps that are barely lighting up the street.

“What makes you say that?”

Kaito takes a right turn, before answering his partner again.

“Well… a couple of months ago, there was a murder at least once a day, the victims had a lot of burning marks all over them, like from a taser. Seems like they have been tortured a lot before being shot straight in the heart.

The killer eventually turned out to be the official hitman of the yakuza, a man called Shigeru Yahaba. He was shot by one of our men while trying to escape.

After his death, there weren’t any incidents until two weeks ago when you started working here. The murders always ended in the same way. One clean shot through the head. Maybe the yakuza have a new hitman.” The short haired blonde explains.

After listening to this story, they arrive at the scene.

As they get out of the car, all that Daichi is asking himself now is, who is responsible for these certain types of deaths?

„Don‘t fear the reaper“ Cop!Daichi Sawamura x Hitwoman!Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

„So Much For My Happy Ending“ (Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader)

A/N: I listened to Avril Lavigne‘s song „My Happy Ending“ and it tore me apart and this OS was born.😅 I changed the story so it’s not based on a break up and bad experiences in terms of toxic relationships but on something else.

Genre: ANGST! Hurt without comfort! This is my first angst story and please don’t read it if death or this story starts to trigger you! PLEASE! MDNI!

Trigger Warnings: death, grief of a loved one

Kiyoomi Sakusa just finished another typical day of intense volleyball training for the upcoming season and heads first into the showers before anyone else.

He is always keeping an eye on the clock to come out of training as soon as he can and that behavior brought attention to his teammates.

The ravenette has been a lot more quiet recently and isolating himself from his teammates more and more since about three months now. Declining all offers on going out, not staying late for more practice and never waiting on anyone after practice usually finishes at 5 p.m.

The whole team was concerned for their introverted Outside Hitter, since he also lost weight and the dark circles under his eyes make him look empty and tired. Like a lifeless vessel that’s barely holding himself up but by the mere strings of a puppeteer.

Right now, Kiyoomi finishes getting dressed, when he saw his Captain approaching him with slow steps out of the corner of his eye.

Meian decided it would be best if he tried to approach his younger teammate with carefully chosen words. He starts lean against some of the lockers before talking to Kiyoomi.

"Hey, uh… Sakusa. You up for a game night at my place? The rest of the team is coming too. I just thought we haven’t done something together as a team in a while and maybe you will have fun.” Meian tries.

But Kiyoomi immediately turns the offer down.

"No thank you. I see and deal enough with craziness over day, I don’t need it at night too.”

Meian frowns at that, trying to convince him other wise.

"Come on, I am sure you don’t have any better things to do-“

"I said no.” Kiyoomi begins to stand up slowly and glares in anger at his Captain beneath his medical mask.

The Middle Blocker is not fazed by his sudden anger but takes a few steps back while holding his hands up in a calming matter.

"Okay okay, sorry man.”

Just as Kiyoomi wants to leave, the blonde Setter, Miya Atsumu accidentally bumps into him.

“Whoops. Sorry Omi, my bad.”

The touch of Atsumu’s arm against his own sends Kiyoomi in a rage, quickly grabbing Atsumu’s shirt before slamming him into the lockers.

The sudden loud noise startles the entire team, completely caught off guard by Kiyoomi’s very unusual behavior. They know that Sakusa is not fond of his teammates or anyone touching him but this reaction was not what they expected, it was extreme.

Atsumu grunts in pain before he starts yelling at him.

"Oi! What the hell’s ya problem-“

"Don’t you dare touch me again with your filthy germs. You stay five feet away from me at all times, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me! I don’t need to carry your diseases to other people.” The curly-haired ravenette glares daggers into Atsumu’s face.

The Setter returns the anger before pushing his teammate off of him.

"Ya know what? Yer have been a real pain in the ass lately, I get that cha don’ like it when people touch ya but ya need to calm yer ass down! Ya been actin’ worse than me in mah teenage years!” Atsumu growls at him.

"Hey hey you two, calm down-“ Bokuto stands between the Setter and the Outside Hitter, before someone seriously gets hurt.

Without saying anything, the ravenette hastily grabs his stuff and leaves the locker room in a rush.

"I wonder what’s going on, he’s like his complete opposite and he never loses his cool like that.“ Their Libero proclaims.

The rest of the team agrees with the light-haired teammate.

Flipping to the next page in the book you’re currently reading, your tired eyes turn to the clock on the wall. It’s already 5:36 p.m. and your lover still hasn’t turned up. You hope he is okay, usually he is always on time at 5:15 p.m. to come and visit you after his training was over.

Closing and setting the book aside on your side table, you begin to sit up on the side of your bed.

You look up on the I.V. bag that currently has temozolomide dripping into your vein on your arm. Letting out a deep sigh, you begin to stand up but your body immediately tells you to stop as you lose your balance and fall down on the bedside again. Huffing out in annoyance now, you try to hold your grip on the infusion stand and holt yourself up.

As you were taking a few shaky steps, you hear your door open.

Looking up in curiosity, your eyes shine in excitement at your lover’s presence.

Kiyoomi is disinfecting his hands when his dark eyes found yours.

With a few quick steps, he is right beside you to offer help.

"My love, what are you thinking? Why didn’t you get one of the nurses?” He scolds you gently.

You shrug off his scolding and begin to explain.

"I needed to use the restroom and I don’t want to bother the nurses. They already have so much to do and I was afraid you weren’t going to show up, so I decided to do it myself.”

Your fiancé opens the bathroom door for you, making sure you get in safely and having the Infusion stand not scratching up the frame of the bathroom door.

"Please call me if you need anything.”

“Will do my love, thank you.”

Breathing out deeply, Sakusa walks back to your bed and sinks back into the chair right next to the bed. Rubbing his face with his rough hands, he wishes he could have come sooner to see you.

A few minutes later, he hears the sound of the toilet flushing and the running water of the sink.

Opening the door again, you see Kiyoomi with his hands on his face, looking extremely tired.

You frown at your lover‘s stance, walking with careful steps while still having the infusion stand in your hand.

Whispering his name gently, the ravenette looks up to you with red eyes, fresh tears staining his pale cheeks.

Running your fingers through his locks, you grab both of his cheeks, gently wiping away his tears.

As you give him a small smile, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him towards you, while Kiyoomi hugs your fragile body.

Two months later, the Outside Hitter stands on the balcony of your shared apartment in the freezing night, staring ahead, as he remembers your last breath you took after saying ‚I love you‘ one last time.

Kiyoomi looks up into the cold star-filled sky, his breath visible to the naked eye.

He scoffs under his breath and feels his eyes getting watery.

"So much for my happy ending with you, huh (Y/N)?”

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"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader

A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: none

„I love you too much

To live without you loving me back“

Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.

As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.

It’s Aran‘s.

„I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night“

After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.

It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.

It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.

Kita sighs deeply.

"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“

„Heaven knows your name I've been praying

To have you come here by my side“

It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.

'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’

As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.

Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.

“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”

Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.

Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.

„Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight“

It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.

Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.

"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“

You chuckle a bit in reply.

"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.

That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.

"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.

Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.

"She’s a beauty eh?”

"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.

"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.

Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.

"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.

„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much“

Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.

His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.

All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.

He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.

"Whatcha doin?”

"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”

Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.

Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.

"I love you so much (Y/N).”

Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.

"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

A/N: I am so sorry if my stories are not that exciting lately, night shift has been messing with my sleep schedule and kicking my ass. I am just trying to write on my days off. 🥹 Also, I apologize for making Atsumu the asshole here, he’s my bae but my Osamu fever is through the roof.

cw: pining!Osamu, cheating on Atsumu’s side, angst to fluff, cursing, physical fight but nothing major

It’s quiet in Onigiri Miya where you’re working at.

You’re currently wiping down the already shiny counters, just trying to pass the time until the shop closes.

Looking at the clock on the wall, you have 8 minutes left on your shift and in 8 minutes Onigiri Miya closes for the night.

'Ugh. I just want to go home.‘

"Yannow, if ya keep wipin‘ the counters like that, eventually mah shop‘s gonna smell like a surgery room." A deep voice interrupts your wiping.

Squeaking in surprise, you see your boss Osamu Miya leaning against the kitchen door, wiping his hands with a towel to look at you.

Stopping your task, you huff and lean against the counter behind you.

"But I have already done everything for the night. I mopped the floors, I cleaned the tables at least twice, I sweeped in front of the door, restocked everything and I wiped off the menus." You count down.

Seeing your tired face, Osamu tells you that he will close up the shop now, since it doesn't look like any costumers are going to come in the last remaining minutes.

You give him a tired yet thankful smile while taking off your uniform apron for the night.

Mirroring your smile and waiting for you to come outside with him, he locks the door behind him, taking your jacket from your arms and putting it on you like the gentleman he is.

With both of you walking down the street from the shop, Osamu puts on his own jacket and offers to accompany you to your car.

Accepting his offer, you both make your way to the parking lot.

"So, how’s that shit boyfriend of yours doing?" Osamu walks next to you as he breathes in the cold air.

"That’s not a nice way to talk about your brother." You shove him slightly as you laugh at his remark about his twin.

He still waits for your reply, his metallic eyes watching your beautiful and the way your eyes gleam with happiness whenever you laugh.

Soon though, your expression turns sad and Osamu immediately frowns at your sudden change.

"He’s doing good, I think. He’s been at training for the majority of the day, he gets home very late and immediately goes to sleep as soon as his head hits the bed pillow. We haven’t really talked lately and whenever I tried to engage into a conversation with him, he would block me off or be extremely upset and yell at me, just storm off afterwards to stay either at Bokuto’s or Hinata’s place. I think it also adds to the fact that MSBY has not been doing good lately."

To say Osamu was shocked at your explanation, was an understatement.

I mean yeah, his brother could be an selfish, arrogant asshole at times but never would Osamu think his brother would raise his voice at you.

Without realizing it, Osamu’s hands ball into fists in his hoodie pockets and he can feel his blood pressure rising, along with his heart beat going faster.

Arriving next to your car, Osamu feels very uneasy to let you go.

"Are ya sure yer’ll be fine? I don’t feel very good bout sending ya home like this. Want me to accompany ya? I’ll give ‘im a good beatin' for treatin’ ya like this."

You give him a thankful but reassuring smile.

"It’s okay, really. If something is wrong, I’ll let you know immediately."

Osamu sighs in defeat but lets you go home.

Nonetheless, Osamu still feels a slightly heavy weight in his stomach about seeing you go home while Atsumu could already be in a bad mood.

Making his own way home now, he tries to call his brother a couple of times but fails to get a hold of that good-for-nothing dickhead.

Arriving at his apartment, Osamu takes a hot shower, trying to get rid of his haunting thoughts of you.

The pressure of his shower head relieves the ongoing stress inside of the chef’s head and he can finally feel himself relax.

Drying himself off with a black towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks into his dark bedroom to get into a comfy shirt with sweats.

When he leans back in his couch, the ravenette puts on a random show on Netflix, trying desperately to get you out of his head.

Meanwhile, you arrived home in your shared apartment with Atsumu, when you notice an unfamiliar pair of black sandals with heels on them next to Atsumu’s familiar gray All Star sneakers.

You definitely know that you don’t own these kind of shoes and you start to feel nauseous and the world seems to spin a little bit slower now.

Gulping down in nervousness, you begin to make your way towards the only light source from the living room.

The closer you get, the more you can hear high-pitched giggling and your boyfriend’s laugh, that you had grown to love.

Sneaking a peek around the wall, you feel your heart break into a million pieces.

Shattered, feeling like it’s been ripped apart into shreds by a pack of rabid wolves.

Your chest feels incredibly heavy, like an anchor pulling your fractured heart to the deepest depths of the ocean.

Atsumu sits on the couch with his arms spread out on each side, his back towards you and there is an incredibly beautiful woman sitting on top of his lap, her long platinum blonde hair frames her heart-shaped face, adding more beauty to her than there already is.

She caresses his face while he kisses up her neck and the sound of his lips touching her skin is making you nauseous.

Slowly stepping back, you can't watch anymore of this.

Is this why he has been so moody lately? Was this the reason why he stayed 'late at practice'?

How long has this been going on?

Before your rambling thoughts continue, you hear something that gives you the final strike into your heart.

"Tsumu are you sure your girlfriend won't be home soon?"

"Nah baby, she won' be home for another hour or so. She always takes so long in da shop with mah brother ta help him. An' I don' wanna talk bout her, yer all that matters right now."

Ouch.

Tears begin to gather in your eyes and you quickly make a run for the door, making sure you don't make a single noise as you slip out of the apartment as quiet as a mouse.

As you stand outside in the cold, you feel raindrops hitting your face, the more seconds pass, the more raindrops keep coming.

Not knowing what you should do now, you go to the only place that's not too far from you and where you can seek shelter hopefully for the night.

Currently watching the newest episode on ‘Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead', Osamu rests on his couch with his feet propped up on his coffee table when his doorbell rings.

Frowning in confusion, he checks the time on his phone.

'22:26. The hell?’

The ravenette reaches for his baseball bat underneath his couch, ready to put up a fight if necessary.

When he checks his peephole, he sees you.

Completely drenched, shaking and you are…. crying?

Opening his door, you look up to Osamu, your red eyes, red cheeks and tears running down your face are breaking Osamu’s heart.

Before he can say anything though, you emerge into his personal space, hugging him while wetting his black Black Clover shirt with more tears of yours.

"Hey, hey. What’s the matter? What happened?" He whispers, his rough voice deep of concern when he wraps his hands around your arms.

Still sobbing, you mumble something into his shirt, burying your face in his muscular chest.

"Come in, yer'll catch yer death otherwise."

Closing the door behind you, he locks it before gently leading you to his couch.

When you both sit down, you have calmed down a little bit but you still feel like you're suffocating from the lack of air.

"A-Atsumu...h-he cheated on me." You begin to cry again hysterically, while Osamu widens his eyes in shock.

"He what?!"

"I-I came home a-and I saw them both…Osamu…c-can I… c-can I please stay h-here j-just for tonight?" You ask him with a big whimper, the wetness and cold from the rain made you incredibly tired, along with crying so much on the way to Osamu’s apartment.

"Of course ya can. Here, take a nice hot shower an’ then I will give ya somethin’ of mine ta sleep in, kay?" Osamu guides to the bathroom, telling you that if you need anything, just to yell for him.

Sniffling, you thank him and head into his shower.

The younger twin is about this close to run to your apartment and beat up that lying, cheating asshole.

But he can’t leave you alone. Not when you are in a state like this.

He makes some lavender tea, hopefully it will help you calm down and fall asleep later on.

After fifteen minutes, he hears you come out, the hot steam fog of the shower being released into the hallway.

You’re wearing Osamu’s old high school jersey since it’s too small on him but it fits your body perfectly. His gray sweats go a little past your knees, giving off an extremely cute vibe that makes the ravenette blush slightly at the sight of you.

Even though you look like a wreck (and you feel like it too), Osamu would and will always find you gorgeous, no matter what you wear.

"Thank you for your clothes and the shower, I needed it." You quietly thank him, almost so quiet, that Osmau can barely hear you.

"I made sum tea, ya want any?" He holds the hot mug out to you.

Accepting the tea mug, you take a small sip, the heat of the lavender tea burning your tongue.

"Thank you. Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t want to go home to that apartment." You can feel yourself tearing up again, the picture of Atsumu and that woman haunts your mind.

"Of course ya can. I don' have a guest room but ya can take my bed, I‘ll take the couch."

"But-" You want to protest but get interrupted.

"No buts. Ya had a rough night, ya need ta sleep properly." Guiding you to his bedroom, Osamu mentally breathes out a sigh of relief when he remembered that he cleaned up his room and made his bed in the morning before he left.

The dark room is suddenly light up, giving you a full and clear view of the younger twin's room.

A queen sized bed with neatly made black and red sheets is resting against the corner of the left side of the room, in the middle a desk and in the right corner a book case with several mangas and cooking books from different cuisines are fully stacked on each shelf.

On the wall where his office desk is, are various pictures of his old volleyball team from Middle and High School, some signed cards of Tobio Kageyama, Kōtarō Bokuto and Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Every time Atsumu would come by, wether it be announced or unannounced, Osamu has to hide Kageyama's card before Atsumu throws a fit and burns it.

Finishing the last remains of the tea cup Osamu made you, he pulls the covers back for you to get in.

Taking the cup from you, he waits until you get in and get comfortable.

"Don' hesitate ta wake me up if ya need anything, kay? An' sleep in tomorrow. Eri will cover ya shift, I texted in the group chat already and she's happy ta take yer shift."

Your eyes widen in surprise and fondness, tears coming up again from his kind words and his consideration of your situation.

Nodding with a trembling lip, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop more tears from coming in.

Osamu sighs heavily, feeling extremely bad for you.

No one should have to go through that.

When Osamu is about to leave, he hears your broken voice and it sets off a pang in his heart to hear you so beaten down.

"Osamu... I hope this isn't too much to ask or makes you uncomfortable in any way but... can you please stay with me? I-I don't want to be alone tonight... a-all I see is them..."

Your request makes his breath hitch and his heart beats faster, thankfully he still has his back turned to you, so you can't see the redness in his face.

Millions of thoughts are running through Osamu's head right now.

How will this situation change your relationship with each other?

Should he say no? Should he say yes?

Should he take the risk and lay in bed with you while trying to fight off his deep crush on you?

Is he betraying the bro code by sleeping besides you?

Will he-

Seeing the stiffness in his back, you feel bad and it makes you speak up again.

"Forget I said anything. I shouldn't have-"

"No I understand, I'll stay with ya." Osamu breathes out, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Shutting off the light, he makes his way over to you, laying down in his familiar smelling bed sheets but now with a hint of his shampoo that comes from your freshly showered hair.

There's little space between the two of you, the ravenette is way too nervous and stiff to come any closer to you.

So he just lays on his back with his arms resting behind his head, trying to think how this situation is going to go on.

The only thing he knows is that he should try to avoid his brother in the next couple of days.

Unfortunately, his luck doesn't last very long

Because the next day, Osamu lets you sleep in, the image of your exhausted face and the way you were clinging onto him for dear life last night still plasters his mind.

After his lunch rush at Onigiri Miya, Osamu puts the rest of the cash in the register, when the entrance doorbell chimes, making the owner look up from what he is doing.

The person who enters is none other than his brother, Atsumu Miya in his golden MSBY track suit.

Seeing the blonde's face honestly made Osamu's blood boil with rage but he is doing a great job so far at keeping a neutral mask.

His brother seems in a great mood and when the sandy-blonde walks closer, Osamu can see a couple of dark patches on the Setter's neck.

'That son of a bitch.'

Taking a calming breath, Atsumu greets his brother while taking a seat in front of the counter before he can say anything.

"Whassup nerd? Can I have sum tuna onigiri with spring onion ta go?"

Without saying anything, Osamu turns around to the kitchen and makes his brother's order, desperately trying not to turn around and smash his fist in his stupid face.

"So. Had a busy night with (Y/N) huh?" He calls from the kitchen.

Without seeing Atsumu’s face, Osamu can already tell he caught him off guard.

I mean, he’s known his twin for a good 25 years but apparently not good enough to find out that he cheated on you out of all people.

A beautiful, caring and loyal person.

Even when Osamu found out the both of you were dating, he doubted his twin’s loyalty to you.

But your sunshine behavior seemed to block out the dark cloud Atsumu was constantly forming over your head.

All of sudden, after a few seconds of silence, Atsumu answers back with a nervous laugh.

"Hehe yeah, we were pretty busy. That little minx had me goin’ all night long."

‘Gotcha.’

Osamu didn’t know what else to expect.

When the ravenette comes back with Atsumu’s order, he places it in front of him, crossing his arms before leaning over the counter to watch his brother.

Biting into the first half of the delicious onigiri, the Setter chews in satisfaction.

"Yannow what’s funny Tsumu?" The younger twin asks with a questioning voice.

"What?" Atsumu replies in return with a perched eyebrow and his mouth full of food.

"(Y/N) must have a twin as well, cuz last night someone who looked, sounded and acted exactly like (Y/N) came ta my place last night. Crying her eyes out saying her disloyal, blonde boyfriend cheated on her with a blonde chick on their couch last night when she came home."

The blonde looks incredibly pale all of sudden, almost choking on his food.

"How could ya do that to her ya piece of shit!" Osamu hisses through his teeth like an angry dog.

"It’s nun of yer damn business." Atsumu snarls back but a little bit louder than Osamu.

"Do ya not have any regret or dignity at all?"

Atsumu looks to side, finding the fabric of the chair suddenly more interesting than his brother’s words.

"TSUMU!" A fist all of sudden reaches Atsumu’s Track jacket and his brown eyes find livid grayish-stormish eyes.

Thankfully no one is in Onigiri Miya right now, seeing the owner that full of rage could ruin the restaurant’s reputation and Osamu’s image.

But the ravenette could care less about that right now.

"Why’s it matter so much ta ya?"

Now Osamu is the one who is quiet.

Letting Atsumu go, the blonde fixes his jacket, his eyes still kept on Osamu.

"Ya like her, don'tcha?" The Setter's words are being spit like venom.

"Have ya been fuckin' her behind my back?!" Atsumu adds.

"The fuck did ya just say?!" Osamu‘s face and words are full of rage.

The tension grows more and more with each passing second, each twin seeing red only at the moment.

"YA HEARD ME YA LYIN' SCUMBAG."

"I DID NOT SCREW YER GIRLFRIEND BEHIND YA BACK ASSHOLE! SHE CAME CRYIN' TA ME LAST NIGHT CUZ YA AIN'T LOYAL ENOUGH TA KEEP ONE DECENT PERSON LIKE 'ER."

"Whatever. She's been borin' me out for a while now. Wouldn't have surprised me if she came onto ya next."

And this is the last straw that brings Osamu's fist to his brother's face.

Atsumu falls from the chair and lands on his back, the force of Osamu's punch knocks the air out of his lungs when he falls.

Quickly rounding the corner, the chef stands above the Setter, seeing that his brother‘s nose is bleeding.

Groaning in pain, Atsumu holds his nose, when he saw the blood on his hand, he gets back up and lunges for his twin.

Pushing his body weight against Osamu, the Setter shoves him into the counter where Atsumu sat.

The ravenette is pushing him back with all his might, trying to dodge Atsumu‘s punches.

Years of fighting each other though, Osamu has mesmerized his brother‘s fight style.

Kicking him to the side, Atsumu lets go of him, yelling out in pain and the Setter sees red, trying again to knock Osamu down.

Too engrossed with each other, they don’t hear you coming in.

"Atsumu!Osamu! Please! Stop!" You pant from the door, frantically getting between the tall men, separating them with your hands.

One of Osamu‘s employees, Hitoshi, who just came back from his smoke break, sees the scene before him and since he is a lot bigger than you, he is more successful in separating the twins fully.

Taking a quick look between them, Osamu has a small bleeding cut on his cheek, along with some bleeding on the corner of his mouth.

Atsumu looks a lot worse, Osamu surely got him good.

Atsumu has blood coming from his swollen, slightly off-to-the-side nose, a light purple bruise forming on his left eye already, along with a bleeding cut on his eyebrow above the injured eye.

Both are panting and glaring furious daggers at each other, when your voice and the gentle touch of your soft hand on Osamu’s face, the gray-eyed man looks towards you.

The ravenette calms down a little bit when he sees you.

Your deeply worried face snap him out completely out of his rage.

"Get out of mah shop. Don’t make me say it twice." Osamu threatens in a dark voice that you never heard him use before, it’s honestly a little frightening.

Atsumu looks between you and his brother, and for a moment you see a flash of hurt and regret in Atsumu's eyes. Clearly hurt, that you chose Osamu's side over his.

With a click against his tongue, Atsumu stares angrily at his brother before leaving Onigiri Miya.

Making sure his brother does not change his mind and re-enter his restaurant, Osamu looks at you for a brief second before going to his office in one swift turn without another word.

Hearing the door slam, you flinch visibly by the loudness.

"He‘ll calm down more if you talk to him. You were always his favorite. Go. I‘ll watch over everything here. Thank God we didn’t have any costumers…" Hitoshi whispers to you.

With your eyes widening a little bit at his words, you gulp a big lump down your throat and walk with anxious footsteps to your boss‘ office.

Very carefully opening the door, you peek your head in, seeing if Osamu wants to be left alone or not.

Seeing the light of the small bathroom in his office, you hear him hissing in pain a lot.

Building up the courage, you walk further inside, seeing him cleaning up his cut on his cheek with a cotton ball that he grabbed from the first-aid-box.

"Osamu? You okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, he looks at you with tired but also scared eyes. As if he is scared that he frightened you in some way, due to the physical fight with his twin brother.

" 'm fine. This is nothing. Had it a lot worse a couple of times." The steel-gray eyed ravenette looks back into the mirror, continuing to clean up the wound.

Feeling extremely bad that you have been the reason for the fight, you offer him your help with his cuts.

Accepting your help, you wash your hands before attending to the slightly injured chef.

Pressing another cotton ball full of gauze to his cheek, he flinches away a little bit before relaxing again, actually enjoying your soft act towards him.

When you move to his corner of his busted lip, you try to tap it as careful as you can, highly focused on the task.

All Osamu can do is watch you in awe and even if he feels shitty that he got into a fight with his brother and possibly scared you, you seem like you’re actually enjoying helping him. When your eyes catch his own, your movements slow to a stop, entirely captured by his gaze on you.

When you get a really good look into his eyes, you notice it’s a beautiful shade of silver, on the outside part of irises are faint hint of light blue.

It’s honestly a pair of gorgeous eyes, you’ve never seen anything quite like it.

With yours and Osamu’s pupils dilating, a small blush begins to form on Osamu’s cheeks, as with yours as well.

Two hearts going a thousand miles a minute, yet you feel a strange sense of comfort going over you.

You feel safe, protected, home.

Without realizing it, the two of you begin to lean in towards each other, the handsome man in front of you flickering his eyes between your eyes and your lips.

Slowly closing the gap, you begin to feel slightly dry lips brushing against your own.

His warm breath mingles with yours and the ravenette rests his forehead against your own, tilting his head to the side to fully capture your lips with his own.

It’s a shy, almost inexperienced kiss, like neither of you two have kissed someone before.

Feeling his warm big hand against your cheek, you can feel it sliding behind your neck, grasping it to pull you closer to him.

After a few seconds, you both start to feel a hunger rise in you. But the more passionate the kiss got, the more Osamu started to feel pain from his cuts on his face.

Parting from you, you see Osamu’s lip starting to bleed again and your face flushes even more with heat and redness, apologizing while trying to catch your breath while Osamu is panting a little bit as well.

Realizing what you both just did, the former Opposite Hitter looks shocked, petrified even dare you say.

"I-I am sorry, (Y/N). I-I didn’t mean to-" He stammers but you interrupt him while placing your hands on his cheeks with a big smile.

"Hey, it’s okay. I wanted you to kiss me."

If it’s even possible, his eyes widen more but this time it’s excitement and happiness that fill his expression.

"Ya mean it?" He asks hopefully.

Instead of a reply, you show your feelings with actions instead of words by pulling him to your lips again, reconnecting them.

This time without hesitation, Osamu kisses you back, ignoring the pain this time.

When you part from, he tries to chase after you and you giggle in response.

A smile breaks out on his face, nuzzling your nose with his.

"Don' take this the wrong way, but ‘m glad my dumbass brother punched me in da face for standing' up for ya. Havin' ya here makes it so much better. Believe it or not but my heart always gets very excited whenever ya came in ta work together with me.''

You laugh a little bit at his words, caressing his face gently, admiring his love-struck gaze.

''Osamu... hearing you say that makes me incredibly happy..."

''I can sense a 'but' comin'.'' The ravenette clicks his tongue, gaining a bit of distance between the two of you.

''I.. I just... doesn't it make you feel weird that just one day ago I was dating your brother and the next day, after we broke up, we're kissing?'' You ask with uncertainty in your voice.

Osamu doesn’t reply for a few seconds, taking your words in.

"(Y/N) I ain’t gonna lie ta ya cuz that’s my brother’s thing. But ever since ya walked into my shop with that dazzling smile with yer application forms, it made me week in the knees. It’s like the world stopped movin' for a second. Yer kindness an' passion in yer job made me fall hard for ya." The chef admits in a serious voice but it also includes love and admiration.

His words made you blush and you look away with a shy smile.

A bruised hand finds your face once again, turning to look into your eyes.

When your eyes find his, you see his pupils dilating as he looks at you.

"Why don’t we take things slow then. We’ll go at yer pace, yer takin’ the reigns in this." His other hand takes one of your hands, squeezing it gently in order to comfort you.

Thinking about his offer, you’re considering it.

After a few minutes of thinking, you have your answer.

Lifting both of your hands and placing them on his face, making sure not to touch his wounds, your smile begins to widen, your stomach doing somersaults.

"Alright, I accept your offer."

Mirroring your smile, Osamu seals the deal by kissing you, a kiss full of passion and hope, that you can’t help but dream about the whole night when you go to bed that night.

I Love You

suna drabble warnings : kissing; not proofread hehe

You were woken up by a familiar ringtone, which hasn’t been heard in while, at least for a week now.

Shuffling in your bed, you swear subconsciously to kill this particular person whoever they were, who even had the audacity to ruin the perfect sleep you got after pulling all nighters for the past week for assignments and some other reasons.

“Hello?”, you greet them a curse inside your head.

“Open the door.” he grogs on the other side.

~Pause. 

The voice on the other side seemed to pull you back to life, from all autopiloting thoughts that’s been directing  to all the work you’ve doing for the past some days.

“Rin?”

“Open the door, baby, I’m freezinmmg.” His voice trembled enough to let you hear even his sulk through the phone.

“Rin, it’s 3 am, for God’s sake.” Your voice sounded mad, as Suna cringes but all the extra noises of you shuffling and your fast, almost running steps said otherwise.

You opened the door, and the big man as if he would die if he didn’t do it, slumps all his weight all over you, in the most dramatic way, his head nuzzling all it’s way to your crook and kissing your skin softly.

“Ugh, you’re heavy, idiot.” You protest. “And why are you even here? Did you forget-”, you tried to remind him, the truth, the reason why he shouldn’t be in your arms tonight.

“No-, don’t say it.” Suna sulks even more. He nuzzles even more harshly, and pushing you enough you lose your balance and and let your back fall on the couch behind you. But before you could say anything, or even throw a knife or a glass at his face(which ofc he knows you won’t),Suna lifted his face and pulled you in for a kiss.

He kisses you, almost as if he’s gonna die if he didn’t do it now. He’s missed you so fucking much,  and after the small fight you had with him(yea SMALL fight, yea in uppercase, bc it wasn’t actually small at all), and you started not picking up his calls and never returned his texts, he did some “making up his mind” according to the twins, and now he’s here to make it up to you.

His tongue follows yours as you try break the kiss, now Suna seemed like he’s almost about to swallow your face whole if you didn’t give in, so after some 30 seconds of playing tag, your tongue finally allows his to entangle on yours together.

 The kiss is loud, and sloppy, the sound rings the whole neighbourhood. Your lips tear off his, for a millisecond to take a breather , but he comes back in for another round.

You push him off, after God knows how many decades has passed, but he pulls you in for a hug. A tight one at that.

“Rin, are you trying to kill me today? You’re not letting me breathe. And what are you doing here?”

“I love you.” He blurts.

And that puts everything at halt again.

You wonder how this six foot tall man even answers in actual exams, because that answer he gave, was a whole180 degrees turn from the question you just asked him. But then again, it’s Suna Rintaro. It’s your man. He doesn’t know the shit he puts you through,but he loves you. It’s evident without any proof. It’s like an axiom. 

“I love you.” Suna says it one more time.

He says it again. And you seem to get what he’s trying to say.

“I love you-”

“I love you too, Rin. Alright? Can we go back to bed now? Hm?”

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Always In My Heart (Sakusa Kiyoomi)

PAIRING: gn!reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi

SUMMARY: Now that you’re gone, Kiyoomi wishes he had something to remember you by.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t like taking pictures. Not of himself, of other people, or even things. He’s never found much sense in doing it to be honest, and never got why people were so obsessed with sharing every single second of their lives with complete strangers around the world. It always annoyed him when he had to wait before he could start eating because his friends wanted to take pictures of the food, and he didn’t like it going cold.

But you loved them — that, he remembers.

“Come on, Omi,” you begged, squeezing your hands together and shooting him a wide, winning grin. “Just one pic.”

Sakusa pursed his lips, studying your face. He almost gave in, but what else could anyone expect when you had such a pretty smile?

“I really don’t see the point in taking pictures,” he murmured, busying himself with tying his shoelace instead. He knows that another single second of gazing into your beautiful eyes would make him fold. “You don’t even post them anywhere. Your Instagram is pretty much a blank profile.”

Your brows knit together as you gave him the most disappointed look he’d ever seen you wear, arms folded across your chest with a small pout on your lips that absolutely melted his heart.

It’s true that you don’t upload them, but you do adore taking pictures of things that you think are pretty, and Omi is gorgeous. You wish you had at least one picture of the two of you together.

“Well, don’t you want to remember this moment?”

With a soft smile —one of those he usually saved just for you—, he straightened up and placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together to make your pout more prominent. He pressed a gentle kiss against them, earning a slightly unwilling smile from you.

“I have an excellent memory. I don’t need pictures to remember anything, especially when it comes to you,” he explained. “Every single thing about you is forever etched in my memory.” After a short pause in which he admires your blushing face, he added, “And besides, I’d much rather enjoy every moment of my life with you than waste a single second taking a picture we don’t really need.”

His words seemed to content you, and with a soft sigh, you leaned into his touch, your smaller hand cupping his, and slightly turned your face to deliver a small kiss onto the inside of his wrist.

“M’kay.”

Despite your reply, that wasn’t the last time you asked for a picture, but his answer was always the same. So, to this day, Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t have a single picture of you in his phone, and he deeply regrets it with each breath he takes.

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Just Us Against The World

Hq Hangout x Haikyuu-Cafe collab!

- Tetsurō Kuroo x fem!reader

- Prompt: Established Relationships

- Warnings: angst, talking about late stage pregnancy, arguments, insults, swearing, mentions of cheating

- Summary: you and Kuroo have been dating for years, but upon finding out that you’re unexpectedly pregnant while he’s away preparing for an important international match, you decide to keep it all a secret, that is until he turns up at your doorstep with the national newspaper in his hands

- Author Note: I’m so excited to be writing as a part of a collective now! So to celebrate I’m writing a little angst-filled one shot I’ve been thinking about for ages for the hq hangout x haikyuu-cafe collab! I apologise for this entry being so bloody late though! Tags at the end!

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The little angel inside of you kicked and wiggled almost every minute now. You could barely get any sleep; your eating schedule was totally out of whack and you didn’t even know feet could swell up that big. Your chest was heavy and sore, your back felt as if you laid in a bed of nails every night and your head was almost always pounding. You were now seven months pregnant, sore and achy everywhere but glowing according to your mother. But you were doing it all for your little boy. Your tiny Tetsu.

You were still thinking of a way to break it to him, to let him know that while he’s been helping the boys train for their national games for the past five months, you’ve been growing and carrying his first child. Your first child. It was scary, you were terrified every day, but you knew he had to focus, and this was something you could take care of yourself. He was due home any day now anyway, so he’d still get to see how swollen and cranky you’d become, he’d still get the excitement and the awe you got every day when you realised you were closer to holding your little bundle of joy in your arms. You wanted to kiss him already, to look into his eyes and swear to protect him. You knew his dad would always be there for him, you always said Tetsu would make the most doting father. Your little boy wasn’t planned though which is why you were so scared. You hadn’t really spoken seriously about children but he knew it was something you wouldn’t budge on and whenever you two did joke about the subject he seemed deep down to like the idea of having little mini-me’s running around the place.

Your phone went off beside you on the sofa and you smiled softly when you saw it was Shoyo. You two had dated all throughout high school and through part of your college career. You only split up when Shoyo decided that he would never want a family, the one thing you wanted more than anything in the world. He didn’t want to be the reason you were miserable for the rest of your life, so he let you go. Sure it hurt more than anything you’d ever felt before, but it allowed you to stretch your wings and meet the true love of your life. Remaining friends with Shoyo after your breakup allowed you to mingle with more of his friends outside of Karasuno, and that’s what led you to Tetsu. He always knew about your past with Shoyo and never held it against you. He got jealous occasionally, but you reassured him that you wanted him and no one else. It was true, you only had eyes for Tetsu, even if you did occasionally daydream about what a life with Shoyo would be like, but he was happily dating Kageyama now and even you had to admit they were the perfect couple.

Shoyo: Hey y/n! How’s the baby?

y/n: He’s not stopped moving all day, he’s gonna be such a little ball of energy!

You hadn’t intended to tell anyone about your pregnancy apart from your parents and older brother, but you had accidently sent your twelve-week ultrasound photo to Shoyo and captioned it “my baby BOY!” intending it to be a gender reveal for your mum. But when you grabbed your phone to see her reply, you saw a selfie of Shoyo smiling and giving you a thumbs up. You begged him not to say anything and to definitely not tell Tetsu and he agreed, understanding that you never intended on telling him in the first place. He wasn’t upset by it, in fact he was thrilled for you.

Shoyo: I’m so happy for you y/n, I know you’ve wanted a family since you could walk. I’m glad it all worked out for you in the end x

He was so sweet about this, always there to talk to if you were having a particularly rough day and he always sent you random sweet messages encouraging you or filling you in on Tetsu’s day. He recalled this particularly embarrassing time when Tetsu joined them for practice and got a bloody nose after teasing Bokuto and saying his spikes had weakened in his old age… Oh how he regretted that when Bokuto aimed a spike directly for him at full pelt. Shoyo was such a good friend to you, and that’s all you needed him to be.

But Tetsu had noticed the stolen glances from Hinata to his phone all practice today, and how his eyes lit up when texting whoever he was texting. He was curious so sauntered over.

“Hey Hinata, you texting Kageyama?” The ginger shook his head and stuck out his tongue as if lost in thought. He glanced over the ginger’s shoulder and saw your name at the top of the conversation. This caught Tetsu off guard, he didn’t feel totally comfortable with your ex smiling like an idiot while you two texted.

“You’re texting y/n?” Hinata nodded, angling the phone away slightly so Tetsu couldn’t see the messages.

“Just planning a get together for when me and Tobio are back in Japan!” He smiled brightly at Tetsu and, as much as Tetsu hated to admit it, he was scared this energetic, funny, loud, and annoying ginger man could steal you away from him.

You were sitting at home folding some new baby clothes you’d brought into neat piles when you heard your phone buzz.

Shoyo: Hey

y/n: Hey Sho! You texted at just the right time, I needed a rant haha

Shoyo: Why?

Y/n: coz this baby is kicking me right in the ribs! At least we know he’ll have his father’s jumping down to a t haha

Shoyo: yeah, takes after his dad doesn’t he?

Y/n: oh totally, but I could handle you and the boys during school and college and when we meet up now, so it’ll get through it! it’s gonna be a challenge though don’t get me wrong, a little ball of energy running around the house to keep track of

Shoyo: but I’ll be there for you princess

Y/n: Princess? You haven’t called me that in years, you okay over there? Heat getting to your head?

Shoyo: yh I’m good

You didn’t reply, worried Shoyo was acting a little funny. He hadn’t called you Princess since you two broke up in college, what was he thinking? You put it to the back of your mind. It didn’t matter now, and if he did try to make a move, you’d remind him that you love Tetsu and this baby, and you’re not fucking that up for anything.

Tetsu hadn’t replied to any of your calls lately, rather shooting you apologetic texts saying he was busy with promotional interviews and training camp, and the time difference didn’t help either of you. You were worried he was getting bored of you, or finding your calls annoying so you always ended up apologising right back at him. That’s basically all your conversations were now, him apologising for being busy and you apologising for being annoying. You smiled to yourself as you scrolled through the national volleyball team’s Instagram, seeing Tetsu grinning widely with all the boys and feeling a sense of pride swell within your chest. You wished you could kiss that dopey smile of his, run your hands through his hair and just be together. The distance was getting to be too much, but you only had to hold on for a few more days, he would be coming home any day now. You stretched across your double bed, feeling your way down his side of your bed, holding his pillow close to your chest with your other hand. It still smelt of him somehow, the scent still there after five months away. Your boy wriggled around, feeling the kick to your bladder sending you running to the bathroom before you had an accident and had to change the sheets… again. This whole pregnancy thing was hard.

You were terrified. Your eyes wide and mouth agape. You hoped he hadn’t read the newspapers. It was all over the front pages –

 High school Volleyball Star turned National Volleyball Promoter expecting First Child with Girlfriend

 - this was the worst way for him to find out. You begged whatever higher power there was to stop him from seeing this before you got to tell him, he had caught his flight before you saw the headlines yourself and you hadn’t been able to contact him since. He should be landing soon, then I can call him. I can still be the first to tell him. You repeated to yourself, not sure if you actually believed in it. You were panicking, the doctor said you needed to take everything easy, that stressing yourself out would stress the baby and neither of you wanted that. You just had to make it until Tetsu got home, then you could welcome him with a smile and a kiss, finally getting the missing piece of your family back.

 You froze, the heaviness of the steps outside your front door echoing into your home. Tetsu was back. Your skin burned and cheeks flushed, your stomach turning and doing flips hearing his footsteps approach your front door, hearing him miss the keyhole the first few times before shakily unlocking the door into your home. You stood before him, a beaming smile etched across your face and a handmade sign that read “welcome home daddy!” But the sight that welcomed you made your lips falter and give way. Tetsu was crying.

“H-how could you keep this from me?” He hiccupped, and that’s when you noticed the newspaper in his hand. You scrambled towards him, trying to pull him close to you but he just stepped backwards, unsure of your intentions.

“Tetsu-“ he cut you off with another loud sob, shutting the door behind him and crumbling to the floor. You tried your best to hold him, but he shoved you away, curling into a small ball on the floor in front of you.

“But you told him.” His voice was dripping with a mix of distain and anguish. He was hurting so badly.

“What are you talking about-“

“Hinata! You told him but left me in the dark this whole time!” His voice broke and more tears fell from his face. He was shaking and shivering, his air damp on his forehead from the rain outside.

“Is…” His voice trailed off, eyes lifting from the floor to meet yours.

“Is it Hinata’s baby?”

You recoiled at this, grabbing the side table next to you for stability. He thought it wasn’t his baby.

“I –“ He paused, a shaky breath leaving his body. “-I saw the messages. He was smiling like an idiot, blushing like he used to do when you were dating. He was so happy, talking about your baby… How could you do this to us?” You stared into his eyes, seeing nothing but pain looking back. His calm demeanor thrown out in favour of this crumpled mess upon the hallway floor.

“Is... is the baby not mine?” He looked up at you and in that moment, you knew what pure heartbreak felt like. His hazel eyes shaking and fat tears rolling freely down his face. He clutched the newspaper so tightly to his chest, his balled-up fist shaking ever so slightly. You had never seen him so broken before.

“Of course he’s yours Tetsu!”

“Then why tell Hinata before me? Am I not good enough? Did you just want to hurt me?” You were taken aback by his shouting, him suddenly raising to his full height and pushing past you into the house. You followed aimlessly, arms limp by your side and eyes wild with worry. You scanned the living room, seeing him reaching into the alcohol cabinet to grab a bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed the lid, watching you intensely, before taking a massive gulp of the brown liquid.

“Do you even love me?” His voice was harsher now as he took another swig.

“Of course I do Tetsu.”

“Then why? I can’t think of any other reason not to tell me you were pregnant unless it wasn’t mine. I bet it’s not, is it? I know you’ve been shagging Hinata behind my back you fucking whore!” He screeched smashing the bottle onto the floor sending glass flying everywhere.

“You fucking whore! I bet every time I went to work you had some cunt fucking you in our bed didn’t you!” He was manic now, his arms flailing wildly and pacing across the living room.

“Tetsuro, stop this, you know I haven’t-“

“Do I? Do I really?” He screamed, stopping his pacing, and looking at you. His eyes were wide and wild, his breath heavy and face red with rage.

“Because it sure seems like you enjoy keeping secrets from me. But Hinata? Oooh no, you just love telling him all about your life, don’t you? And what have we been talking about lately, hm? You accusing me of ignoring you! How fucking pathetic.” He spat the words out at you, you flinching under his gaze.

“I didn’t mean to tell him, I sent him a photo I meant to send to my mum.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your gaze laying upon the broken bottle on the floor. In this moment, you felt broken too.

“Didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to!” He was crazy, tugging at his hair as more fat tears fell to the floor.

“So what? Keep this a secret so you can try to say it’s mine? Trap me in this fucking mess you’ve made!”

“I haven’t done anything! He’s your fucking baby! I didn’t tell you because you were so far away, I didn’t want you to worry because you couldn’t do anything! I wanted you to focus on your fucking job and not stress out!” You couldn’t stop them now, hot tears falling down your face quicker than you could talk. Your voice was shaking, your hands knotting themselves into your hair as you pulled, trying to feel anything other than this burning ache in your chest.

“Bullshit! You didn’t want to tell me because he isn’t mine!” He screamed again swiping his hand across the shelf of plates, causing them to fall down to the ground, the shattering so loud.

“Stop it! Stop this please!”

“Why should I? Because I caught you out in your lie? You fucking-“ Dropping to your knees you choked out a cry, the tears falling freely and your heart breaking. He stopped in that moment, and you were so unsure of what he was going to do next. When he moved towards your frame you scurried backwards, scared of him.

You were scared of him. He hadn’t meant to let it all out like this, he wanted to be calm and rational. But it couldn’t be helped, he was hurting so badly and when he saw your stomach and that fucking sign he lost it. He was so insecure, so scared that you’d found solace in someone else’s arms because he was away so much and that this was the result. He couldn’t bare it. But seeing you run from him like that? Eyes filled with terror and face covered in tears he knew in that moment he’d gone too far.

“Kuroo, I’m so scared.” You managed to get out before he stepped backwards, face now contorted in horror.

“W-what did you just c-call me?” He staggered backwards, trying to grab onto anything he could hold. He couldn’t have heard that right, you wouldn’t use his family name… would you?

“Kuroo, I’m so scared of you right now. P-please just go away.” He was breaking all over again, seeing you so small and tiny, curled up into a ball like he himself was only a little while ago. He felt like you’d deserved this at first, but now the clarity had hit him. Of course you wouldn’t betray him like that, he loved you and you loved him. But he’d scared you and hurt you, calling you such disgusting things and accusing you of such shameful acts.

“Y/n, I-“

“P-please don’t hurt me Kuroo.” Your whole body felt like it was on fire, but you were cold and shaking. He stepped backwards again, tears falling even faster now. That night ended abruptly, him turning and running from the house and you curled up on the living room floor, crying yourself into a restless sleep.

You awoke the next morning in your bed, unsure how you got there. Kuroo was nowhere to be seen, you meekly called for him but there was no reply. Slipping out of the bed you found your slippers and traipsed into the kitchen. He was there, head bent awkwardly over the counter asleep on the bar stool. You tapped his shoulder and he mumbled to himself before his eyes fluttered open. They were filled with worry the second his gaze landed upon you. Your eyes were puffy and red, your hair sticking up at odd angles and all the colour washed from your face.

“Kuroo, did you really sleep here all night?” He nodded, dropping his forehead back onto the counter in an attempt to hide his tears.

“Shh baby, it’s okay I promise.” Your voice was still shaking, your hand placed softly on his back as his shoulders shook with his silent sobs.

“I’m so sorry. I was just hurting so much, and I let myself fester in it, let myself hate you.” He reached for you then, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I understand, to be honest after last night I’m not sure keeping it from you was the right idea, but I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” You carded your fingers through his hair as he sobbed into you, covering you in warm tears.

“Why did you call me Kuroo?”

“Because I was scared, and I couldn’t think of any other way to let you know.” He pulled you tighter and cried even heavier.

“It’s all my f-fault. I’m so, so sorry baby.” He hiccupped into your neck, placing chased kisses to your collarbone.

“It’s okay Tetsu, it’ll all be okay.” His head lifting from your neck at that moment, he caught your lips with his own. He tasted of tears and the kiss was harsh, but filled with so much passion, want, and pain. But it was a promise, a promise that everything would be okay again. And you both believed it. 

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Ranaway Rich Girl ┊ Kita Shinsuke

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a wealthy girl from all the way Tokyo ends up passing out in front of the Kita household, the house of Inarizaki male volleyball Captain. Kita Shinsuke.

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tsukishima angst

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tsukishima loves you and is sure you love him too.

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The sun is beginning to set as practice is wrapping up. Although he hates to admit it, he knows he’ll miss cleaning up after practice once he graduates. He smiles to himself, looking around to make sure no one noticed. His eyes land on you leaning against the rail on the second floor, watching the boys clean up. You catch his eye and return his smile, momentarily making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a questioning look. He brushes it off and shrugs, making you laugh to yourself. In all these years he still liked to keep a front around the boys. You leave your spot to meet Tsukishima and help him clean.

“You don’t have to help, you know?”

You follow him around, helping him as you go. “I’m here, aren’t I? It’s the least I can do.” You nudge his side with your elbow. He rolls his eyes and looks at you.

“You’re still coming over right?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Uh…duh. I can’t let you study alone or else you’ll end up getting a better grade than me. I can’t let that happen.”

“Oh, come on, you’ll do just fine if you study on your own.”

“So, you’re uninviting me now?” You jab his side with your elbow a little harsher this time.

He huffs slightly and returns the jab, not nearly as hard as yours. You were easily able to dodge it. “I’m not uninviting you, I’m just saying you’re smart.”

“Wow, is the Tsukishima Kei complimenting me?” You fan yourself as you lean against his side.

He pushes you off, sarcastically laughing. “Keep it up and I will uninvite you.”

You straighten out and laugh, a sound so wonderful to Tsukishima he forgot what the conversation was about. “Okay okay, I give. Let’s hurry up so we can start walking home.”

Tsukishima never missed the way you referred to his house as home, as if it was your home. He hid his smile as he finished cleaning and gathering his things, which you had mostly done for him as he was busy.

Leaving the gym with bags slung over your shoulders and snacking on protein bars, because that’s all Tsukishima carried, you quietly made your way to his home. There was a comfortable silence that had settled around the both of you, the sounds of your shoes hitting the pavement becoming white noise to your thoughts.

Graduation day was approaching, and fast. It’s no surprise both of you were thinking.

You and Tsukishima Kei had been friends through most of high school. He had introduced himself to you when no one else would approach you because you were the new kid. To those who knew Tsukishima knew this was out of character for him, but he thought it’d be the perfect chance to befriend someone who had no idea he had a blunt personality-that maybe…just maybe…he could completely lower his guard around you.

He could’ve done that with anyone else, even Yamaguchi, but he felt he needed to keep up his uninterested façade to those who were already in his life. However, with you…it was different. He couldn’t quite explain what he was feeling the moment you crossed the threshold of stranger to potential friend, couldn’t think of a word for the emotions swirling in his chest but he knew it was a good feeling. And he was right. He never regretted making the first move. He knows he can be intimidating and assumed you wouldn’t talk to him unless being spoken to first. So, he had asked Yamaguchi to invite you to sit with them for lunch, knowing full well Tadashi is approachable and welcoming. Who wouldn’t adore him?

And you agreed to Tadashi’s request, joining him and Tsukishima for lunch. After that your friendship with the two snowballed into what it was now. It was hard not to befriend them. You and Tsukishima had a few things in common, such as music and, although you may not love his other interests, you genuinely loved hearing him talk about them. You weren’t much into sports but you were always there to support him in volleyball. You were there throughout all three years. Whether you both studied for exams together or you showed up to his practices and matches, your presence was constant and your support was unwavering.

Eventually, Tsukishima figured out the feelings you brought out in him was love, or at the very least… a crush. He definitely felt something for you, and it was more than platonic love. He knew he wanted more than friendship. He knew it because when you were down, you sought him out for comfort and vice versa. He no longer held emotions in, no longer bottled them up and stored them to be dealt with later. He went to you for comfort. You’d both hold each other until the other stopped crying, until the tears had dried and only a trail was left behind. You were both there to brush those tears away, never letting the other do it alone.

Then there were the moments full of joy. Where the happiness was overflowing and infectious that the other could only smile and join in. Tsukishima had a habit of picking you up and spinning you around if he was overjoyed. Those moments didn’t occur often but that only made them more special and endearing. It was like you were walking on clouds, as cliché as that sounds. Tsukishima could only admire as you smiled and laughed, a sound so pure it made angels jealous. Your laugh was contagious and there was nothing left to do but to join you. You’d both laugh until your faces were red and your ribs hurt from laughing, cheeks aching from smiling. You had never seen his face show such unbridled happiness. He looked like a kid again.

That’s not to say you didn’t fight. There were occasional disagreements, albeit silly ones now that Tsukishima thinks back. Most, if not all, were his fault. He could be incredibly blunt and sometimes he took the bantering a bit too far, but at the end of the day you knew he never meant it. You just needed reassurance sometimes…the same way he needed reassurance from you.

He had shown you how vulnerable he could really be, and like always…your were there. He knew you’d be there, but he too needed to hear you say you would remain at his side forever. You promised him time and time again that you’d always be there. And you’d pull him into your arms and kiss the top of his head.

He’s pulled away from his memories of you after hearing you speak. He didn’t quite catch what you said though.

“Did you say something?”

You hum. “I said…can you believe we’re close to graduating?”

He shakes his head as he glances up at the sky, which was now a pale blue. “It’s hard to believe.” He swallows nervously, thinking that now would be the perfect time to confess. He’s always wanted to confess but never thought there was a right time. But here you are now, both alone. It was peaceful, save for the few birds and your footsteps.

“Tsukki…what’s up? You usually make a quip about how emotional I am and that ‘it’s only high school’.” You continue walking, not paying attention to how nervous Tsukishima was.

He stops walking and tugs at your sleeve, bringing you to a halt. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”

“Tsukki, we’re almost home. Can’t you just wait to use the restroom?”

His cheeks flush a shade of pink in embarrassment, not thinking you’d take it that way. He covers his face with his hand to hide the fact that he’s blushing. “I don’t mean it like that…”

“Then…how?” You sense his nerves, and you reach forward to place your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

He sighs and keeps his face covered, knowing he’d lose the slightest amount of confidence he had if he looks you in the eyes. He was sure you felt the same way as him. There was no reason for you not to, not when you hugged him as if he was going to dissolve if you let go.

“I have feelings for you…and I want to be more than…friends.” He could barely get the last word out, feeling as if he was suffocating. His face felt incredibly hot and he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He doesn’t recall ever feeling this embarrassed.

Oh Tsukishima, you should have kept your mouth shut.

You didn’t know what to say. The hand you had on his arm falls to your side. You were stunned into silence, blankly staring at the person in front of you. Were your ears ringing with his confession?

“More than friends. More than friends. More than friends.”

It keeps echoing in your mind. Tsukishima liked you? Had you led him on? You just wanted to be a caring friend.

Tsukishima understands your silence and slowly steps away from you. He recalls this feeling of disappointment before. Although it seems that heartbreak might be a tinge worse. He was so sure you’d reciprocate his feelings. How could you not?

He had been so sure.

You broke your silence.

“I’m sorry Tsukki. I just…I don’t like you like that.”

His heart squeezes as you call him by his nickname, however it was now accompanied by a sour taste on his tongue. He felt like running so fast his chest would burn. Maybe then he’d have a reason to cry…over a burning, exerted heart.

As you watched his expression contort into one of anger, or most likely, disappointment, your eyes welled with tears. You were always emotional after all. You knew you were putting this friendship at risk. Would he be able to forgive you? Could he move past this? How long had he felt this way? You hoped that it wasn’t for long.

But if only you knew that the feelings you evoked appeared the moment he saw you and that they only grew stronger with each passing memory the two of you created.

“I’m sorry too.” His voice was rough with emotions he was withholding, and you could see that his eyes were glazed over with unfallen tears.

“Are we-”

He raises a hand, silencing you. “I’m going to need time.”

You could only nod, afraid that if you spoke, you’d break him even more.

Without another word, he left. You watch his figure get smaller as he walks further away. You can’t help but feel the dull ache in your chest grow with every step he takes.

You’d give him the time and space he needed because that’s all the comfort you can offer him. You walk in the opposite direction, heading to your house. Unfortunately, you can’t stop the tears that begin to fall. Some land on your shoes and some hit the ground. You know it isn’t fair for you to cry…not when you are the rejecter.

Tsukishima, the rejected, is holding in his tears. He won’t let people see him cry. He slips into his house quietly, having taken off his shoes outside so as to not make any noise. With his shoes in hand, he makes his way to his room, mouth set into a thin line. He rids himself of his backpack, gym bag, and shoes and gets into bed. For once, he doesn’t want to listen to music. He didn’t think it would make him feel better. So, he clutches his pillow and lets the tears fall freely. He doesn’t know why but he’s never felt so anguished. His chest feels hollow and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

In a situation like this, you’d be the person he reached out to. Who could he reach out to now? Who would hold him and wipe the tears away? He lets out a bitter laugh, realizing he’s now the one overreacting. You yourself quoted him.

It’s only high school.

So why was he feeling an immense amount of despair, like no matter how hard he tried to swim to the top he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take that first breath upon breaking the surface. So, he had no choice but to continue holding his breath and wait it out. In other words, he was going to have to suck it up as he was so accustomed to doing.

And yet, he’s clutching his pillow so hard his knuckles are turning white. The tears continue to flow as he grieves his loss. You were still here, and he knew you were going to try to make things seem as normal as possible…but he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to move on. Not when he had been so confident that you had felt the same way.

Perhaps you wouldn’t be in his life forever, maybe…just maybe, disappointment is the constant in his life.

cheater cheater

characters: bokuto, brief mentions of atsumu, akaashi is mentioned once; post! timeskip

wc: 6.3k

warnings: angst!! slightly suggestive for like two paragraphs (it’s italicized), mostly sfw, cheating obviosly

tagging: @a-kaash-me-outside​ 

a/n: in no way shape or form do I condone cheating nor do I think bokuto would ever cheat, the collab was just too fun to pass up... PLEASE head on over to @a-kaash-me-outside’s blog for the rest of the cheater cheater collab pieces!

Bokuto was seated across from you at the small dining table-it only sat four people because he had said a bigger dining table meant more space between him and yourself. You set your cup down, the water doing little to ease the nerves pooling in your stomach. You tried to stop the bouncing of your leg too but to no avail. Your eyes scanned your lover’s face, starting with his eyes that stared at a random spot on the table, down the bridge of his nose toward his lips that were set into a firm line. He was deep in thought, that much was obvious. His hair was disheveled from how many times he ran his hand through it.

Bokuto wasn’t acting like himself, and it’s safe to say he’s been like this for about a week now. His overflowing affection for you is nowhere to be found, and you figured it had something to do with their recent loss. Sure, the MSBY boys were no strangers to the concept of losing, however they had practiced tirelessly for this match and had been so sure of themselves. So, you attributed Bokuto’s uncharacteristic mood to last week’s match and went on with your day.

What else were you supposed to do after he reassured you he was fine and just needed space. You wanted to do nothing more than to pull him into a hug and run your fingers through his hair, telling him he’d win the next match for sure and that you’d one hundred percent be there, unlike the last match.

You felt as though your absence may have affected him more than he cared to admit, and you’re correct. Bokuto did want you to be there, but how could he be upset with you over you not going when you try to go to all of his matches. He understands that you can’t get away from work every time and that your work is just as important to you as volleyball is for him. He couldn’t be selfish, but he had to admit to himself he was disappointed.

However, the loss was the least of his worries.

“Kou?”

He blinked several times before his gaze lifted toward your own concerned one. “Yeah?” His expression was blank, devoid of any emotion.

Your brows furrowed in growing worry and instinctively, your hand reached out across the table in hopes his own would grasp it. You were throwing him a lifeline, hoping he’d catch it.

He didn’t. His hands remained in his lap. You couldn’t see it, but he was twirling his thumbs around each other in a poor attempt at easing his own nerves. But you could see the slightest of wrinkles on his forehead, and the way his eyes didn’t glimmer as bright as they usually did. You were afraid to speak again. Clearly his inner turmoil was slowly breaking him down, and whatever it was you wanted it to stop. But how? How could you make it stop when you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask him what was wrong, afraid that another push into any direction would be the wrong direction and you’d set him off.

Taking a deep breath, readying yourself to ask him if he was okay, your hand gripped the cup you realized you never let go. You were holding onto it so tight your knuckles were turning white. Maybe you needed the lifeline.

“Kou, are you okay?”

He continued looking at you. His gaze gradually relaxed until a slight smile curved his lips. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, was just thinking about practice today.” With that, he pushed his chair back, the scraping of the chair’s legs against the linoleum too loud in the silence. You couldn’t help but cringe as it rang in your ears. Standing up, he picked up his plate and walked into the kitchen, dumping the food into the trash before putting it in the sink. Your eyes followed his every move, and you realized he had barely eaten anything.

Before leaving the kitchen, he stopped at the table and gave you one last look. “I’m gonna shower, ‘kay?”

You hummed and watched him leave as your heart permanently lodged itself in your throat. You could hear his footsteps fade the further he walked from you. You looked down at your food that was probably too cold to eat, and then at your hand that was still holding onto the cup like it could save you from what you were feeling. You let the cup go and massage your hand before it begins to cramp. Tears pooled in your eyes and you blinked them away, not wanting to make this personal…not yet anyway. Sighing, you did what Bokuto had done moments ago in the kitchen. After emptying your plate, you walk over to the sink and stare at the dirty dishes. Well, they weren’t going to wash themselves.

  While Bokuto showered, you got ready for bed using the hallway bathroom and when you were dressed in your pajamas, you snuggled into bed hoping that maybe he’d be up for some cuddles. While you waited, you stared at the ceiling, wondering how bad their loss could have been to have your boyfriend in such an awful slump.

You had started falling asleep when your cell phone pinged. You unlocked your phone to see it was a text from Atsumu.

9:48 PM – Atsumu: Hey, are you and Bokuto in a fight?

Your brows furrowed as you read over his text, chewing on your bottom lip as you wondered what could have possibly made him think that. Well, Bokuto’s mood obviously but you would’ve thought he of all people should know why he’s feeling down.

9:50 PM – You: Uh, no. Has he said we are?

As soon as you hit send Bokuto opens the bathroom door, startling you in the process. The scent of his shampoo follows him as he walks around the room. You inhale out of habit, suddenly getting hit with a pang of nostalgia. That soapy scent that clung to him whenever you cuddled him after his shower was strong enough to ease your worries, and suddenly you wanted nothing more than to be engulfed in his arms.

You sink back into bed, leaving your phone on the nightstand in the process. You turn on your side as you watch Bokuto sit on the edge of the bed, his back toward you. You tug on the hem of his shirt to get his attention.

He turns around, a brow raised, and you know he’s waiting for you to speak.

“Atsumu asked me if we’re fighting.”

He swallowed and you could see his Adam’s apple bob, causing you to sit up.

“Bokuto, have you told them we’ve been fighting?”

Bokuto couldn’t bring himself to say no because he knew it was going to be easier for him to handle you being mad at him over this than over why he was truly pushing you away. He wanted to get used to the silence before sealing the deal. He knew it was selfish of him. He was cushioning the blow for himself, but who would cushion it for you?

You mistook his silence for a definitive yes. Why was he telling his teammates that you and him were in the middle of a fight? When you in fact were not. You say his name, this time your voice is a little louder, firmer.

“Bokuto.”

His heart clenched at your use of his surname. There was no love laced in your voice either, only concern and a growing frustration. But you were still at his side. He was still going to get to feel the bed dip from your weight, and he’d savor it; he’d savor every last bit. He didn’t say anything other than a soft-spoken goodnight. He lied on his back and got comfortable under the covers, or as comfortable as he could since you were still sitting up and glaring daggers at him.

“This isn’t over.” You sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time since he had returned home from practice. You reach for your phone to send Atsumu one last text before turning off the lamp on your nightstand.

10:13 PM – You: I guess we are…

  By the time you wake up Bokuto’s gone. You look over at his side of the bed, running your fingers over his pillow. There was no use in starting your day in a sour mood, so you swing your legs off the bed and stand up, deciding that your boyfriend’s mood won’t ruin yours. You start to get ready for work, the only noise in your room coming from the open window. Quickly, you make your way toward the kitchen, making breakfast while the TV hums quietly in the background. You needed some form of noise other than the ticking of the clock and the air conditioning, and the news did just fine in filling the apartment with whatever was going on in the world.

While you eat, Atsumu sends you another text.

7:27 AM – Atsumu: Are you okay?

You lock your phone after skimming over the message, not bothering to respond yet. Damn Atsumu and the care he has for you. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend comes with its perks. You both share the same group of friends because let’s admit, who could hate them. Of course, you both have your share of personal friends but for the most part, you’re always around one of Bokuto’s friends.

Throughout the years as Bokuto’s girlfriend, Atsumu and you became close. His friendship turned into one you valued a lot, but you couldn’t deal with his questions at the moment, not before work. Later. Later would be better.

And like that, later turned into never. You were headed home from work and had gone through the day with no text or call from your beloved partner. You can’t say the same for Atsumu. He called you during your lunch break, which you ignored, and he texted several times more after. You ignored them all.

This wasn’t like Bokuto, and you were beginning to get tired of the radio silence. He never pushed you away, especially when he needed you the most.

Then it dawned on you.

He’s going to break up with you. It only made sense considering it seemed like he no longer needed you. Suddenly, an immense weight fell on your shoulders at the thought of having to face the fact that he no longer loves you. When did he stop? You rack your brain for clues, for telltale signs that show he obviously doesn’t want to be with you anymore. And that’s when the confusion settles in because prior to their loss he had never gone a day without telling you he loved you. Not a day had gone by without him looking at you with the utmost adoration. He never stopped loving you.

So, why the sudden change? If it wasn’t you, was it the team?

You pulled out your phone to call Atsumu, feeling that for the first time in over a week you had an idea of what was going on. He answers after the first ring and you can’t help the smile that graces your features.

“Finally, I hear from ya.” You can hear the scowl in his voice and you huff out a quiet laugh.

“I’m sorry, ‘tsumu. Hey, I’ve got a question.”

“Uh-oh, sounds serious. Should I be worried?”

You hold your phone between your shoulder and ear as you unlock the front door of your shared apartment with Bokuto. Atsumu can hear the jingle of your keys as you hum a quiet no in response to his question. He can hear you shut the door behind you and the click of the lock, no doubt your shoes probably being slipped off after shrugging off your coat. You drop your keys in a bowl by the door before making your way to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Atsumu, I’m the one that’s worried. Did Bokuto get into an argument with any of you guys after your last game?”

Atsumu swallows thickly as he recalls the memory of the last game, shuddering as if you had just rubbed salt into the wound. He thinks about what Bokuto had said after, about how he wished you were there and that he would’ve played better had you been cheering him on. But he can’t remember a fight. After the game, the group hit a bar and got tipsy. The night blurs into a muddied mess he can’t remember.

You wait with baited breath as he silently picks through his brain, trying to gather the pieces of that night. You’re about to say his name to get his attention but he speaks up before you can.

“No, we haven’t fought since then. But that’s what I wanted to talk to ya about. Are you two fighting?”

You set down the cup you reached for and fill it with water. “No, Atsumu, we’re not. Which is why I was hoping he’s been upset with one of you guys.” You take a sip and set the cup down harder than you intended. Water spilled over the edge and you shook your hand to get the water off.

“Hoping?” Atsumu can hear you open and close a cabinet.

You wiped down the counter after having grabbed a napkin. You sigh into the phone as you throw it in the trash. “Yes, Atsumu. I was hoping.”

That’s when Atsumu hears it, the helplessness in your voice.

You’re slowly coming to the realization that Bokuto doesn’t want you anymore. You hear keys jingling and the door knob rattle, announcing your boyfriend’s arrival. The panic you feel terrifies you but you can’t help it.

“I gotta go ‘tsumu! He’s here.” And with that, you hang up.

Bokuto steps in quietly despite seeing that the kitchen light is on. It’s only late in the evening, still too early to go to sleep, but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to see your face or hear your voice. He needed to keep the distance. He holds his breath as he slips his shoes off and drops his duffel bag by the couch, waiting for you to come bounding up to him the way you usually do to greet him after practice. But you don’t. And he’s afraid. He’s afraid to call out your name, afraid that you’ll respond.

You’re frozen in place by the counter, gazing at the water in your cup, vision blurring the longer you stare. Bokuto takes cautious steps toward the kitchen, and when his eyes land on your obviously tense figure his heart deflates. You both were walking on eggshells around each other, and he was to blame.

He could tell you now and get the heartbreak over with, but the devil on his shoulder told him to wait one more week. Just one more. It was awfully selfish and it made his gut twist in guilt but he couldn’t let you go. You’re his everything. You kept him grounded. Who was going to tell him to take a break when he pushed himself too hard during practice? Who was going to wash his hair when he was too tired, or simply because he wanted to spend time with you? Who was going to reassure him every morning and night? No one else would hold him the way you did because you held him as if he’d disappear. No one would love him the way you did.

You blinked several times before shifting your gaze to his face, and you noticed the way his eyes welled with tears.

“Kou? Do you still love me?”

His heart clenched as he registered your words. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and apologize for how he’s been treating you. You have no idea how much he wishes that’s all he has to apologize for, how desperately he wants to be able to blame their recent game for his awful behavior.

His ears ring with your question. He does still love you, and precisely because he loves you, he should tell you.

You stand there, waiting for Bokuto to answer. His eyebrows furrow as he thinks, and you wonder if he truly has to think about how to respond to a simple yes or no question. He doesn’t speak, but he closes the gap between you with quick strides. He pulls you into his arms, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands while his other arm snakes around your waist.

He holds you close as he wills the tears not to fall, and as he runs his fingers through your hair, he recalls the brief moments he remembers of that night. He shuts his eyes to force the images away but that only makes them more vivid.

He knew it was wrong as his fingers danced along her skin. Was he that upset about your absence from his game? He understood you were busy, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened had you been there. Perhaps they would’ve won. Perhaps they could’ve made it further into the tournament. Perhaps they could’ve stepped onto the court once more. All these maybes and what ifs were useless, he knew that. And yet…

He was too far gone to care as he let himself indulge in the girl beneath him. She clung to him tightly as he continued to take the stress and the disappointment of the day out. A light sheen of sweat was present on both of their bodies, and the moon illuminated them throughout the entire time, like a blanket meant to keep Bokuto Koutaro’s secret. The pleasure was short lived as he realized that she didn’t fit perfectly against him the way you did. You two were like puzzle pieces that fit every time, two souls bound together. He couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open. He squeezed them shut tight and his ears rang with the lewd sounds that tumbled past her red lips.

Bokuto opens his eyes as he clings to you. A single, guilty thought sat in the back of his mind, however. What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. Bokuto’s arms slightly tighten at the intrusion. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. If he loved you, he wouldn’t be playing with your emotions the way he currently was. He saw the way your eyes looked at him after asking him if he still loved you. The way your eyes, glassy with unshed tears, were like an open door. He could see the fear, the confusion, the hope-your life was hanging on the balance of that one question. He knew his answer would either lift the current weight off your chest or would weigh you down until you couldn’t breathe.

So, he decided to wait.

He let out a shaky breath as he pulled back to look at you. “Of course, I still love you.” He turned you so that he could lead you toward the room. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

You eyed him warily, unconvinced despite his reassurance, but for tonight you’d play along. You were tired, both mentally and emotionally. So, you wait for your boyfriend to turn off the kitchen lights, then let him lead you to your bedroom. Bokuto gulps as he walks down the hallway with his hand on the small of your back. He felt worse than before, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make it through another week. He desperately wanted to give himself a few more days with you, but the guilt was eating him alive.

The atmosphere is tense as the both of you get ready for bed, opting to take turns using the bathroom unlike your usual routine, which consists of the two of you shoving each other to get to the sink first. Tonight, there’d be no playful shoves while brushing your teeth, just your own pair of eyes with dark bags under your eyes staring back at you.

You settle into bed, both of you staying on your own side. You’ve been with Bokuto long enough to know he can’t sleep without holding you, so you’re very aware of the dark bags under his eyes too. Neither of you have been able to get much sleep, and tonight is no different. He tosses and turns, kicks the blanket off then pulls it over him again. And this continues well into the early morning, until finally you give in and reach for his hand.

He tenses up, then slowly starts to relax. You turn on your side so you can wrap an arm around his torso, and you can tell he isn’t fully relaxing his body into the mattress. You pull him close, your hand rubbing circles into his lower back, and his breathing eventually deepens. Sighing, you kiss his forehead and cup his face in your hand, your thumb smoothing out the wrinkles on his forehead, then rubbing over the apples of his cheek.

He was distraught and you weren’t sure why. It had to be more than having lost a match. He’d lost games before and never reacted like this. You kiss his forehead once more before wrapping his arms around you so that you too could fall asleep. Maybe tomorrow during that split second after waking up where your memory is foggy, you’ll think that it’s just another morning waking up in his arms. And maybe you’ll be able to trick yourself, for even just the briefest of moments, that you’re happy.

Bokuto may have had the same idea because after waking up the following morning, the sky still a pale blue, the city still quiet, he forgets what’s been plaguing his mind. He pulls you in close and kisses your forehead like he always did before. A smile graces his face, and it’s a genuine smile. The one where his eyes turn into crescents and his lips pull back to reveal his teeth. He’s happy, truly happy, for a few seconds. And then the weight of the world collapses on him and he feels like he’s falling. He rubs his temple with a hand then untangles himself from you, giving you one last longing look before stepping into the bathroom to get ready.

He always goes to the gym before practice, and if not the gym, then he goes for a run. He gets ready for the rest of his day as quietly as possible so as to not wake you up, and before he leaves the room, he leans over your sleeping figure and presses a kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose. He looks at you and feels his chest tighten because this is what he threw away. He risked the unconditional love and safety you gave him all because he was upset that you couldn’t go. There was no excusing that. It was a ridiculous reason really, because it makes him sound selfish. And he was, in that brief moment, he was selfish and it was going to cost him a relationship he never thought would end. Because when he pictured his wife, it was you. You two were supposed to grow old together. It was supposed to be you and him in this life and every other life that was to come.

He blinks the tears away, leaves a chaste kiss, and turns to leave the room when you reach out and tug at his shirt. Sleepily, you mumble a soft I love you then let go. You continue sleeping as if you hadn’t just ripped his heart out. Bokuto covers his mouth before he can let out a choked sob. He deserves to feel this torment and more, because what you’d be feeling would be a thousand times worse. He turns on his heels and leaves the room, not bothering to grab breakfast before leaving the apartment. He had to get away, because being inside your shared dwelling was suffocating.

  The next few days go by like a blur. You’ve gradually become accustomed to the quieter responses you get from your boyfriend. He’s somewhat responsive now and reciprocates the featherlight kisses you press to his cheek whenever he arrives or leaves your home, and you think that maybe he’s beginning to get over it. However, you can tell he’s not completely back.

So, when Bokuto asks you to wash his hair after one of his practice sessions, you think finally, his sour mood is gone and the Bokuto you know and love is back. You hope he’ll be cuddly after because you miss being in his arms-his arms that kept you safe and warm. Nothing would ever beat being held by him because he held you like nothing else mattered, as if nothing more important would ever exist at the same time as him.

Little did you know, Bokuto was savoring the last few moments he was allowing himself to share with you. He’d tell you tonight. He didn’t want to tell you, but my god, the guilt was gnawing at his insides. Every time he looked at you his stomach would turn, and seeing the hopeful look in your eyes when he’d press a kiss to your cheek was like a punch to his gut. He knew you deserved better.

You follow Bokuto into your shared room, a small smile raising the corner of your lips as you walk past him and into the bathroom. “I’m gonna start your bath, Kou.”

He hums in response as he starts to pull his shirt over his head, but stops and pulls his shirt back down so he can scan your shared bedroom. He’d probably never see his room with your belongings again. His place won’t feel as inhabited considering he was gone for long hours most of the time, whether it be for training or practice, matches at home or out of the country. You made his apartment feel like a home, with your clothes thrown over the chair in the corner of the room, your skincare a disarray in the bathroom cabinets after the two of you would have your weekly skincare date because sometimes it was all he’d have time for but at least you were spending time together. He noticed the books on your nightstand, one a little more worn out than the rest because it was your favorite. He knows if he were to open it, he’d find your messy handwriting, which was usually neat but because of the limited space it looked messy, in the margins of the pages. Your glasses sat atop the book and that’s how he knows you had been reading it before he arrived.

He looks over to the closet where your clothes are clearly overtaking his half. Once you leave, he’ll have room to spare. He finds the rest of your books sitting atop the shelves in the closet, and he recalls you shoving them in any place they’d fit because you just had so many. His eyes wander to the photos of the two of you, some plastered to the walls while others are placed in picture frames that sit atop both of your nightstands, your vanity, your bookshelf, anywhere that has enough space for a frame. He hopes you’ll let him keep a few, for his memories’ sake.

You peek your head out from the bathroom after having called out Bokuto’s name twice, only to be ignored. “Hey Kou, did you not hear me?”

He turns around, tears falling down his cheeks. Your frustration is long forgotten as you walk toward him, pulling him into the tightest embrace. “Kou, whatever it is that’s bothering you…you know you can tell me, right?”

At that, he sobs. Loud. His shoulders shake uncontrollably as the dam he had built throughout the past two weeks crumbles. His resolve shatters as his tears soak your shirt. His fingers grip your shirt tightly as he holds you impossibly close. He manages to quiet down, choking on his whispered response. “But I can’t tell you.”

You try to pull back, but his grip only gets tighter as he buries his face into your neck. “Kou, you need to tell me why you’re so worked up. Baby, I’m worried about you.”

He lets you pull back just a bit, and you cup his face so you can thumb his tears away. His heart constricts at both the pet name and at the way you’re gently holding his face. He continues to speak in a hushed tone. “I can’t tell you because you’ll hate me and never want to see me.” At his admission, tears well in his eyes again and you can’t wipe them away quick enough. You settle for just cupping his face in your hands.

“Why would I hate you? Did you do something worth hating?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, not being able to look at you as he nods. At this, your own heart constricts, and the concern your heart held for Bokuto slowly turned into anguish. What had he done?

“Bokuto…what did you do?”

He opens his eyes, the anguish in your heart somehow reflected in them. You could see the fear, it was the same fear you had last week, the fear of losing one another. He stumbled over his own words; the panic evident. “I-I’m your Kou!” He choked on his own sobs as he clung to you once more.

You were at your wits end though. You were tired of feeling like something was being kept from you. “Bokuto, please! Just spit it out!”

His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were shut tight as he confessed. “I cheated! Okay?!” His chest heaved as if he had just run a marathon. “I cheated…” he repeated, quieter this time.

Your hands fell to your sides, your body numb as you processed what he just said. He cheated? Cheated when? With who? No, you didn’t want to know who. You felt your knees begin to buckle, so you sat on the bed before you could fall. You stared ahead but not really seeing. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to cry out of disappointment, out of sadness, or out of anger.

Despite clearing your voice, it still came out strained when you spoke. “When?”

Bokuto looked at you with wide eyes. “When what?”

“My god Bokuto, don't be an idiot. When did you cheat?”

He grimaced as you called him both by his last name and an idiot. It hurt like hell and he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees to beg you to talk about something else, about how you two were going to get over this. But he was glued to his spot. “The night we lost.”

You scoffed after realizing it’s the only game you missed this season. “So, let me get this straight…I miss one game and you screw some random girl that looks your way?” You stand up, realizing if you stay beside him, you’ll cave. Because with that look of utter remorse you’re sure he could convince you to stay, but you won’t. As easy as it is to forgive Bokuto Koutaro, you know you’ll never forget. You can try and work this out with him, but this is something you’d hold over his head for the rest of his life. You knew that’d only make your life miserable. So, you walk to the closet and grab a duffel bag, throwing in a few changes of clothes to get you through a couple of days until you’ve completely moved out.

Bokuto sees the resolve on your face, and he knows that no amount of crying and begging will get you to stay. He stands in the doorway of the closet, effectively blocking your only way out, and he foolishly asks you a question he already knows the answer to. “Can’t you stay? Can’t we work this out? Because it wasn’t like that I swear!” He tentatively reaches his hand out, but you retreat.

You finally look at him, angry tears spilling down your cheeks. “So, what am I supposed to make of this then?! Huh?!” You turn your head so you can blink the tears away.

“I don’t know! Think of anything other than me not loving you because I swear, I do!” Warm tears run down his cheeks again, this time in defeat.

You angrily wipe at your eyes. “No, Bokuto! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done that! How could you have been so selfish?! You knew I was busy and yet you couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough until you got home!” You dropped your duffel bag after zipping it closed. “You came home to me right after, Bokuto! I took care of you that night because of how wasted you were! You came home and slept beside me after doing God knows what!” This time you let the tears flow freely, hoping that the hurt in your eyes and the pain laced in your voice hurt your now ex-boyfriend tenfold. You wanted him to hurt the way you were and more.

He reached for you, pulling you into his arms, and you had never felt more repulsed in your life. His arms that once promised security and safety, his arms that you could call home, no longer were any of that because those same arms embraced another woman. You shoved Bokuto off, pushing him as hard as you could but it didn’t faze him. “Bokuto, move.”

The look in your eyes was enough to kill, and so he stepped aside. He was frozen in place as he watched you grab the duffel bag from the floor and walk past him as if he’s not there. He watches as you grab your phone to call God knows who, but when he hears you say Atsumu’s name, his stomach flips. Atsumu would hate him for this, probably for the rest of their lives.

You continue surveying the room and the bathroom for any necessities you may need as you wait for Atsumu to stop talking. Your voice is hoarse when you speak. “I’m leaving in a minute or so, Atsumu. I’d rather drive myself then wait for you to get here. I can’t spend another second with him.”

Bokuto balls his hands into fists because now you won’t even address him by his name. He knows he’s the one to blame, yet he can’t help the tinge of jealousy.

“I know I’m in no condition to drive, but I just can’t stay!” You let out a frustrated breath. “Sorry ‘tsumu. I’d just rather risk it right now. Look, I finished packing. I’ll see you soon.” You hang up the call as you sling the duffel bag over your shoulder and start walking down the hallway.

Bokuto knows there’s nothing worth saving anymore, you have made your decision abundantly clear, and yet he follows you anyway. He stands a few feet away from the entrance, giving you plenty of space so you can put on your sweater and shoes. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse too, and he has to clear it several times so he can speak clearly.

“Can I…can I keep a few photos?”

You pause midway of tying your shoes and look up from your crouched position by the door. His figure is blurry from the tears you’re holding back, so you let out a humorless chuckle to mask the hurt because you would not give Bokuto the satisfaction of knowing that you too felt like your heart had been ripped out. You notice him flinch at your indifference and feel a small sense of pride, but the feeling doesn’t last nearly as long as you hoped. “Do whatever you want with the photos, Bokuto. I don’t care.”

You stand up, suddenly not wanting to leave. This had been your home for the last few years, he had been your home for the last few years. You take in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever it is you’ll feel once you leave. You put your hand on the door knob and pause, looking at Bokuto over your shoulder. “I hope it was worth it.”

Bokuto can only watch from where he’s glued to the floor. His limbs feel too heavy to move. Your figure is blurry to him as well, but he shamelessly lets the tears fall. He wants you to see that he’s sorry despite knowing that won’t change the outcome of the situation.

You step outside, the cool air allowing you to breathe freely for once in the last two weeks. Before shutting the door, you give him one last, good look. “I’ll come get my stuff when you’re not home, and since you’re never really home it shouldn’t be that hard.” You couldn’t help the jabs that you were throwing his way.

“I’ll have ‘tsumu accompany me, so I can be sure you won’t be here. I know you won’t wanna face him any time soon.”

Bokuto just nods, because he hears you but doesn’t quite understand. His ears are ringing after every sentence you speak. He doesn’t hear the soft goodbye Bokuto that tumbles past your lips before closing the door with a soft click. And he wishes he had, because his name coming from your lips would always sound heavenly no matter in what tone you said it.

He walks toward the window and pushes the curtain aside. He watches you pull out of the driveway, and just like that, you’re gone. Just like that, his relationship is over. He pulls out his phone because there’s only one person he could talk to right now that would hear him out.

He puts his phone up to his ear and impatiently taps his foot as the line continues to ring. Finally, they pick up, and the breath Bokuto is holding to keep his composure is released. He lets the curtain fall closed as he begins to cry again and somehow, he manages to spit out a few words through choked sobs. 

“Akaashi…she’s gone.”