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"can i call you later?"

the wind bites at your cheeks, but the sting you feel is as much from the smile on your face as it is from the chill.

"dunno," you muse, pursing your lips as though you're contemplating the question deeply. "can you?"

rintarou groans, but the sound isn't half as plaintive as it ought to be. you watch as his head hangs down defeatedly where his frame is folded over the railing that lines the front of the train station, his body pitched forward over the barrier like he's trying to reach you on the other side.

you've been saying goodbye for the past twenty minutes—or, you've been trying to. sort of. maybe. the train you'd planned to catch has already come and gone, and the next is set to soon arrive. one more and it will be the last of the night, but not even knowing that fact seems to be moving you closer towards the door to the station—content to stay here, like this, as the wind of the late fall night nips at your cheeks and the two of you muddle through your goodbye with the inelegance of two people who couldn't be less committed to it if they tried.

rintarou lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"i mean it, though." he says. "can i call you tonight?"

your stomach flips when he looks at you this way. when he keeps looking at you this way.

"we just spent hours together," you remind him, but your words are too breathy to make impact. too elated to be reproachful.

you've been on three dates with rintarou now. you think they're dates anyway, though it's never explicitly been stated. his invitations are always casual, sandwiched in between all the other texts he sends to you these days, so you might be reading into things too closely for your own good. but dinner doesn't just feel like dinner when rintarou has this way of looking at you like you're the only person he's ever laid his eyes on.

"i know," he answers. it's not an explanation, or an excuse, or even an apology. it's plain acceptance. a shamelessness you find wretchedly endearing.

you glance back at the station behind you, biting the inside of your cheek to temper your delight.

"my train is coming," you say.

he looks a bit crestfallen. laughably glum, considering the circumstances.

you drag the heel of your shoe back ever so slightly, not quite a step—at least not in any meaningful way—but inching in the direction of the doors at a glacial pace. continental drift seems positively hasty in comparison to your retreat.

"bye," he calls, his tone dejected. you watch as he lifts his hand weakly, still slumped over the railing, and waves at you with only a few fingers raised.

you want to laugh, but your chest is so full of something else—something syrupy and fluttering and good—that it's like there's no space for it underneath your ribs.

you call back to him just before you step into the station.

"rintarou—"

there are other people around, stepping between and around you both—rushing into the station to escape the cold, or moving briskly as they brace themselves and step out into it—but you hardly notice them when your eyes meet.

you smile.

"—call me later."

he calls you almost every night after that.

even as the cool autumn winds change with the seasons; carrying flakes of snow as winter blankets nagano, warming with the spring, turning heavy with humidity in summer, and then repeating the cycle anew.

even as your reluctant goodbyes turn from late nights outside of train stations to early morning words whispered under blankets as rintarou leaves for practice or away games.

even as the uncertainty of whether or not you're getting your hopes up—of whether those meetings were even really dates at all—melts away into nothing more than a memory.

you're not even sure what the two of you manage to spend so much time talking about on the phone. nothing, really. everything in its own right. rintarou's phone calls are something you come to look forward to at the end of a long day. something you anticipate when you have exciting news to share. a comfort when you're missing him and a relief when you need him most.

"is that the last one?" you ask, turning just in time to see your boyfriend—your live-in boyfriend now, officially—flop back on the sofa after he drops the last moving box atop the stack piled near the balcony door.

"yeah," he wheezes, evidently winded from the exertion—from the exhaustion—of moving house. you laugh a bit to yourself as you shuffle over to the sofa, leaning over the back so you can peer down at him where he lays sprawled against the cushions.

"aren't you a professional athlete?" you tease him. "shouldn't you have better stamina?"

rintarou cocks a brow, something sly swimming behind his gaze.

"i need better stamina?" he drawls. "you're usually complaining about the opposite."

you roll your eyes in the wake of his remark, grabbing a throw pillow from beneath his head and yanking it from under him unceremoniously, only to press it lightly against his face.

you shuffle back towards the kitchen where you'd left the box you were unpacking abandoned. you grab a plate from inside the cardboard and turn to place it on the shelf you'd decided would house your dinnerware.

"it's late," you tell him, reaching for the next plate in the box. "you should go wash up first."

you don't get a reply, and that surprises you. you creep over to the sofa again, only to find rintarou staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"hey," you laugh a little, leaning on your elbows against the back of the couch. "where'd you go?"

rintarou's gaze snaps back to yours. he still looks at you like he did on your first date. like he did outside the train station on your third. he smiles, bit it's a bit sheepish.

"sorry, was just thinking," he answers quietly. he reaches up from where he's lying on his back, brushing his thumb against your cheek. his smile turns a little bit giddy, then. boyishly charming. "can't believe we finally got a place together."

you lean into his touch, huffing a little breath through your nose—halfway to a laugh.

"guess you won't have to call me anymore," you joke, and rintarou's expression changes—falls slightly—but only for a moment. you realize what you've said, or at least think about the implications more, and you sort of understand the shift.

you fell in love through those phone calls.

you'll miss them—the ritual, the familiarity, the comfort—even though you know they've been replaced by something better.

you turn your face, pressing a fleeting kiss to rintarou's palm. "go wash up," you tell him again, heading back towards the kitchen and your (now twice abandoned) box of plates.

he seems to heed your advice this time, peeling himself up off the sofa and shuffling off in the direction of the washroom.

"don't use all the hot water!" you call after his retreating frame, and you hear him reply noncommittally under his breath before the door clicks closed behind him.

you've only got three dishes left to unpack before your box is emptied, but the shelf you'd been organizing doesn't seem to want to accommodate all of your bowls in the way you wanted, so you're left arranging and rearranging them as you try to find a way to get them to fit.

in the back pocket of your jeans, your phone begins to ring. with three plates balanced in one hand, you reach for it with the other—the movement muscle memory now, instinct more than volition, after all this time. you answer the call without even looking at the screen, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continue juggling the dishes in front of you.

"oop—hello?"

you pause after you answer the call, realizing for the first time that you shouldn't be getting a call at all. not at this time of night. not in this apartment.

the line is quiet, just the sound of breathing that you could recognize anywhere to be heard from the other end of the call.

"why are you calling me?" you ask rintarou, but the words are light. too fond to be reproachful.

you hear rintarou laugh—from the other end of the call and from the other side of the bathroom door.

"just wanted to hear your voice," he answers you (the same way he has a thousand nights before when you've asked him that same question.)

"you're ridiculous," you tell him, completely enamoured.

"i know," he replies.

it's quiet for a moment as the two of you stand on opposite sides of your apartment. on opposite ends of your call.

you shift a stack of bowls a little to the left. it all fits now. just the way you wanted it to.

"y'know, the hot water won't run out as fast if we shower together—"

you hear the bathroom door open, and when you look over your shoulder, rintarou is peeking at you from around the edge of the door—his phone held to his ear, a smile on his face you know is mirrored on your own, and a look in his eye that's never once wavered.

he tilts his head.

"—wanna join me?"

"you can't eat blueberries for dinner."

the berry pinched between your thumb and forefinger pauses just at the threshold of your parted lips, your eyes flickering up to the man before you who watches you with his hands on his hips. you hold eye contact as you pop it into your mouth, something almost smug in the deliberate maintenance of his stare.

"god gave me free will and a chequing account, so actually i can do whatever i want."

rintarou doesn't find this funny–he does actually, but he refuses to give you the satisfaction of knowing that–and his expression stays passive as he watches you pop another little blue fruit into your waiting mouth. he continues to stare, and you continue to eat (ignoring him) until finally he sighs and shuffles away.

you have very little time to appreciate your victory before you hear a racket coming from the kitchen.

you wouldn't consider yourself a particularly intrusive person, by nature. you're generally happy to live and let live, especially when it comes to your longterm, live-in boyfriend: oftentimes it's better not knowing what suna's up to, for your own sanity. but your nosiness, and his noisiness, soon gets the better of you, and you shuffle over to the kitchen with your little bowl of blueberries in tow.

"what are you doing?" you ask, watching as rintarou rifles through the refrigerator in a crouch. there's something very primitive about his stance, hunter-gatherer even–though you know enough about him to know that were he a hunter-gatherer he'd be unlikely to survive a winter.

suna rises from his stoop with a strange assortment of ingredients in his arms, none of which really go together, and he looks at you proudly.

"i'm making you dinner."

you scrunch up your nose.

"uhhhhh-" you draw out the noise as your brain struggles for a proper response. "i'm not hungry."

he might even have believed you, if you hadn't popped a handful of blueberries into your mouth just after saying it.

rintarou drops his armful of ingredients onto the counter, looking at you pointedly.

"you can't eat blueberries for dinner," he repeats his earlier point firmly.

"why not?" you parry petulantly.

"blueberries aren't a meal. they're a fruit."

"they have antioxidants. they're anti-aging."

suna pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out a long, aggrieved breath. "you're the most pro-aging thing in my life."

you waggle a finger at him accusatorially. "don't blame me for your grey hairs. if anything blame atsumu–he beat me to you by like three years."

rintarou places his palms flat on the counter and leans towards you on the other side. "baby, let me make you dinner."

he's changed his tactic now, playing a different angle in his effort to persuade you. he's softened his tone, lets his lashes flutter in a demure blink, his lower lip pouts slightly. in any other argument it may have been enough to sway you.

there's just one problem:

suna rintarou cannot cook to save his own life.

this is not to say that rintarou can't feed himself, or relies on you to take care of him in that regard. suna's happy to eat whatever he manages to scrape (or singe) together for his own consumption, and does it without complaint. it's just that, in all the time the two of you've been together, you can count on your own ten fingers the number of times he's made a meal that could be considered edible (and that's under relatively lenient terms.)

it really only becomes an issue at times like these.

"rin," you start, choosing your words very carefully, "i'm really not that hungry."

"it's the first night all week you've been home in time for dinner," he argues, "shouldn't you eat a real meal?"

he's not necessarily wrong–much to your eternal dismay. you've been working late all week, and it's the first evening you've made it home while the sun is still up, let alone at an hour that could be considered a normal meal-time. but as a result of your long work days, you're left with no energy to even think about what you might want to eat, let alone prepare something. even just ordering takeout seems too involved for the meagre amount of brainpower you have.

ergo, blueberries.

"i'm too tired," you say, your shoulders slumping slightly. you set your (mostly eaten) bowl of blueberries down on the countertop in front of you.

suna watches your body language shift, sees the visible deflation of your frame. he approaches you, slinking up alongside and pressing himself into you, an arm snaking around your waist. it's comforting, protective even. it makes you feel nice.

suna tugs you into him a little bit further, and you don't have the energy (or the desire) to fight him off. you let him pull you into his arms, burrowing your face in the front of his t-shirt, and you feel his palms brushing comfortingly along your back.

"long week?" he murmurs into the top of your hair after a moment of letting him hold you. you nod as much as you can, squished against his chest. his hands stop patting along your spine, and (mortifyingly) you let out an involuntary sound of displeasure, he chuckles lightly and then resumes the motions, swaying you gently while he's at it.

it's kind of nice, just letting him hold you like that.

you might even call it romantic if you could ever consider yourself so sentimental.

emphasis on might though, because your stomach chooses that exact moment to rumble, shattering any semblance of ambiance that may have existed.

rintarou laughs, really laughs, when it happens. it's the kind of laugh where you know if you were to look at him his teeth would be bared and his eyes would be crinkling, his head tipped back in his mirth. but you don't look up at him, instead you groan and press your face even further into his chest to hide your shame.

suna's arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you tightly before hoisting you up–still laughing as he plunks you down onto the kitchen counter right between his forgotten ingredients and your abandoned blueberries, slotting himself between your legs.

he takes your chin in his hand and tilts your face up to meet his, your nose scrunched up in embarrassed indignity. he kisses your cheek, but he's grinning, so you mostly just feel the press of his teeth.

"at least one part of you is honest," he teases.

you can't really even argue with him, given the circumstances.

suna steps away for a moment, reaching up to the top of the refrigerator and snatching the stack of takeout menus to nagano's finest(-ish) eating establishments (at least within 6 blocks) that the two of you have collected over the years. he fans them out between his fingers and totes them over to you, slipping back between your thighs and holding them up in front of your nose.

"pick one," he says.

"rin, i'm too tired to-"

"just pick a menu and i'll do the rest," he assures you gently. "i'll order, pick up, and hand deliver it right to you on that couch,"–he nods his head over your shoulder in the direction of your living room–"all you have to do is pick one."

you peer at him for a moment, a little shocked–a little moved–by his thoughtfulness.

you place a hand over his and gently lower the fan of takeout menus between you, craning up to press your mouth to his. he seems a little bit surprised by the gesture, but happily reciprocates, parting his lips against your own and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

you pull away before anything gets too heated, plucking a menu at random from his hand.

"this one," you say, clearing your throat and looking away coyly, a heat prickling through your cheeks.

rintarou laughs lightly, taking the menu you've chosen with a nod. he kisses your cheek again.

"whatever you want," he agrees, turning the menu over to see which restaurant you've chosen for your evening's meal.

"you're being really nice to me," you say to him quietly, appreciatively, as close to proper thanks as the two of you usually ever get.

he lifts his gaze from the menu to peek at you.

"duh," he replies, "i love you."

the heat in your cheeks intensifies, and you can't blame the feeling in your stomach on a pang of hunger.

you can't help but laugh at how plainly he says it.

"besides," he goes on to add, setting the menu down under his palm on the kitchen counter, dipping down until the two of you are nose to nose and your lips are almost brushing, "i'm getting dinner, so that means you're responsible for dessert."

"are you like... into that?"

you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.

"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.

he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.

rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.

"so?"

your eyes snap back to rintarou—who's still focused only on you, but with a slightly more disapproving look this time.

"what?" you ask him, a bit huffily. you're still not even sure what he'd been asking you in the first place.

"you've been ogling that guy since he got the shit kicked out of him," rintarou says pointedly, lifting a hand and gesturing towards the television. "you into that or something?"

there's something kind of accusatory in his tone.

"wha—hu—no," you stumble over your words in your haste to defend yourself. "i've told you i'm not into hardcore stuff. and that would constitute like... doctorate level BDSM."

rintarou's lips purse slightly. "do you think that guy's hot?"

"i mean... yeah," you answer after contemplating it for a moment. "i didn't really think so before but he's kinda sexy in this scene."

"he just got the shit kicked out of him," the boy at the other end of the sofa responds flatly.

"so you've pointed out," you answer. you turn back to the screen, watching as the battered male lead winds a roll of bandages around his ribs, then drags his knuckles roughly across his lips to clear away some of the blood that clings to them. your tongue peeks out to moisten your own unconsciously. "don't you think there's something kind of hot about a guy with a bit of blood on him?"

"is this a trick question?"

you look back at rintarou again, and find him still fixated on you rather than the film. he's pouting a bit, and it kind of makes you want to laugh. instead, you push yourself up from your own little nest at the opposite end of the sofa, crawling down towards him.

"rintarou, are you jealous because i called the bloody guy sexy?" you ask him as you pause at his side, resting back on your haunches.

he nibbles on the inside of his cheek—a habit he's had as long as you've known him—and for the first time in possibly the entire 54 minutes this movie has been playing, he averts his eyes from you.

"...no."

you do laugh then, swinging one leg over his lap to perch yourself atop him.

"you're being silly," you say to him as you balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders. his own come slithering up to settle at your waist, and his grip is a little tighter than you expect. he's still sulking though, refusing to look at you.

there's a loud crash in the film playing on the screen behind you, but you don't turn to look at it—you doubt that would help the situation at hand very much.

"rin," you coax him, making your voice as sweet as possible.

he doesn't look at you, but he does seem to bite the inside of his cheek a little harder now.

you dip down close to him, your mouth hovering over his and your eyes level. "rin-ta-rou."

he finally looks at you, his lips parting in surprise at your sudden nearness. you're so close that your mouths brush slightly thanks to that subtle movement, and he leans into the warmth of your lips to kiss you properly after getting such a small taste of it.

rintarou pulls away after one long, deep kiss, slouching back into the sofa again—but this time pulling you down with him into his little him-shaped indentation—holding you tightly to his chest as he gets you both comfortable. you let him maneuver you however he wants to, placating him with your docility to make him feel better, and keeping any comment about his jealousy to yourself—at least for now.

the two of you eventually find a comfortable way to rest, entwined together on his end of the sofa but both with a clear view to the screen to resume your spectating of the movie.

"what's so hot about a guy with a nosebleed anyway? i used to get them all the time when i was a kid," rintarou mumbles bitterly after a few moments, and you feel the words reverberate through his chest as you rest with your head upon it.

you laugh lightly, and your boyfriend's arms tighten around your waist.

he pipes up again after a few moments more pass in the film.

"you don't want me to start fighting or anything, do you?" he asks you skeptically.

you've effectively lost track of the movie's plot now, but you don't really care that much.

"no, rintarou, i don't want you to start fighting," you reply, patting his chest reassuringly. "you'd get your ass kicked anyway."

"well, apparently you're into that," he mutters.

"will you be quiet and just watch the movie, nosebleed boy?"

(a week later, rintarou sends you a photo from practice—having gracefully taken one of motoya's receives to the face—with an angry red welt on his cheek, blood dripping from his nose, and an obnoxious smirk on his lips. unfortunately, you are kinda into that.)

"are you like... into that?"

you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.

"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.

he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.

rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.

"so?"

your eyes snap back to rintarou—who's still focused only on you, but with a slightly more disapproving look this time.

"what?" you ask him, a bit huffily. you're still not even sure what he'd been asking you in the first place.

"you've been ogling that guy since he got the shit kicked out of him," rintarou says pointedly, lifting a hand and gesturing towards the television. "you into that or something?"

there's something kind of accusatory in his tone.

"wha—hu—no," you stumble over your words in your haste to defend yourself. "i've told you i'm not into hardcore stuff. and that would constitute like... doctorate level BDSM."

rintarou's lips purse slightly. "do you think that guy's hot?"

"i mean... yeah," you answer after contemplating it for a moment. "i didn't really think so before but he's kinda sexy in this scene."

"he just got the shit kicked out of him," the boy at the other end of the sofa responds flatly.

"so you've pointed out," you answer. you turn back to the screen, watching as the battered male lead winds a roll of bandages around his ribs, then drags his knuckles roughly across his lips to clear away some of the blood that clings to them. your tongue peeks out to moisten your own unconsciously. "don't you think there's something kind of hot about a guy with a bit of blood on him?"

"is this a trick question?"

you look back at rintarou again, and find him still fixated on you rather than the film. he's pouting a bit, and it kind of makes you want to laugh. instead, you push yourself up from your own little nest at the opposite end of the sofa, crawling down towards him.

"rintarou, are you jealous because i called the bloody guy sexy?" you ask him as you pause at his side, resting back on your haunches.

he nibbles on the inside of his cheek—a habit he's had as long as you've known him—and for the first time in possibly the entire 54 minutes this movie has been playing, he averts his eyes from you.

"...no."

you do laugh then, swinging one leg over his lap to perch yourself atop him.

"you're being silly," you say to him as you balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders. his own come slithering up to settle at your waist, and his grip is a little tighter than you expect. he's still sulking though, refusing to look at you.

there's a loud crash in the film playing on the screen behind you, but you don't turn to look at it—you doubt that would help the situation at hand very much.

"rin," you coax him, making your voice as sweet as possible.

he doesn't look at you, but he does seem to bite the inside of his cheek a little harder now.

you dip down close to him, your mouth hovering over his and your eyes level. "rin-ta-rou."

he finally looks at you, his lips parting in surprise at your sudden nearness. you're so close that your mouths brush slightly thanks to that subtle movement, and he leans into the warmth of your lips to kiss you properly after getting such a small taste of it.

rintarou pulls away after one long, deep kiss, slouching back into the sofa again—but this time pulling you down with him into his little him-shaped indentation—holding you tightly to his chest as he gets you both comfortable. you let him maneuver you however he wants to, placating him with your docility to make him feel better, and keeping any comment about his jealousy to yourself—at least for now.

the two of you eventually find a comfortable way to rest, entwined together on his end of the sofa but both with a clear view to the screen to resume your spectating of the movie.

"what's so hot about a guy with a nosebleed anyway? i used to get them all the time when i was a kid," rintarou mumbles bitterly after a few moments, and you feel the words reverberate through his chest as you rest with your head upon it.

you laugh lightly, and your boyfriend's arms tighten around your waist.

he pipes up again after a few moments more pass in the film.

"you don't want me to start fighting or anything, do you?" he asks you skeptically.

you've effectively lost track of the movie's plot now, but you don't really care that much.

"no, rintarou, i don't want you to start fighting," you reply, patting his chest reassuringly. "you'd get your ass kicked anyway."

"well, apparently you're into that," he mutters.

"will you be quiet and just watch the movie, nosebleed boy?"

(a week later, rintarou sends you a photo from practice—having gracefully taken one of motoya's receives to the face—with an angry red welt on his cheek, blood dripping from his nose, and an obnoxious smirk on his lips. unfortunately, you are kinda into that.)

IS THIS PAYBACK FOR THE MEGUMI THING ZEY BC IT HURTS

always forever

pairing; suna rintarou x f!reader

warnings; angst and a little bit of fluff

wc; 5,2k

notes; finally managed to finish this! this is the first part of a three chapter suna fic, hope you guys like it :’D

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

to the whole population of inarizaki high, you and suna rintarou were the it couple. one look at you two and everyone could see the love so deep visible in your eyes as you both gazed at each other. for him; you were his lifeline, his sunshine. for you; he was a fresh breath of air, your knight in shining armor. you had a bad streak of boyfriends, always giving it your all to get nothing back in return. you thought too much and fell too deeply and that always found a way to bite you back. but not with suna, because with him everything was just so easy.

he understood you, listened to you, gave you your space when you needed it, held you when you were about to break; returned every ounce of love you gave him without any effort because he was just like you, deeply in love. you both don’t know when the sparks started, but one day you both just knew the way you gazed at each other wasn’t a friendly one anymore, rather something that displayed longing.

you came to inarizaki in your second year from nekoma. although you were always told you were a very sociable person, there were always those first-day jitters that made you shy to approach people. you were always scared to come off as too much to people, too loud, too energetic, too passionate. your parents had told you there was nothing wrong with that, it was just that you had too much love to share, you were caring, understanding, and many more as they claimed. you never failed to thank them every time after their speech, it always lifted your mood and erased your worries. pushing aside those thoughts, you had managed to make friends and get used to the environment. the change began one day when one of your new friends (now best friend) akane recommended the photography club to you.

at first, you were hesitant on accepting it since you were in college prep classes and the last thing you wanted was to fall behind on them, but after a week of bugging you, you accepted the offer and it was the choice that changed your life. until that day you didn’t know how much taking photos made you happy. sure you took pictures on your phone from time to time of view that interested you, but never on a serious level. it made you realize your true passion. in the blink of an eye the first

three months of your second year had already passed, and you had managed to secure a good spot in the club which led you to your meeting with suna; when you were assigned to the volleyball club. you were shy at first, entering a room full of tall and very good-looking men who played passionately was a sight for all the girls in the school. with the help of the captain kita, you warmed up to all of them, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift to a certain middle blocker whenever you watched their games. you see, suna had caught your eye the second you had entered the gym. not just because of his looks, but because he seemed more detached than others; even though that wasn’t the case at all.

you were curious, about what he hid behind the laid-back personality, so one day you had managed to approach him at the start of practice. the situation at hand was perfect for you, today they were going to have a match by dividing the team in half and you were going to offer to tape his fingers hoping and praying to not stutter while talking.

while everyone was one by one entering the gym you were trying to calm your heart. it was humiliating, you weren’t about to go up and kiss him or something but you were planning on asking him out; which itself was a big move for you. internally saying your last prayers to ease your nerves, you made your way over to suna rintarou.

“hey suna. do you need me to tape your finger?” you offered with the tape in hand. unbeknownst to you, suna was equally as nervous at your offer. the girl he’s been silently crushing on personally asking to tape his fingers? what kind of shojo manga was he in? sending a side glare to the two twins who were wiggling their eyebrows at him he nodded, “yeah thanks.”

you both made your way over to the bench and sat side by side. silently sitting while you started to wrap the tape around his slender fingers. you cleared your throat finally building the courage to ask the question.

“i-um, are you seeing anyone suna?” the question definitely caught him off guard as he choked on the water he was drinking with his free hand. ears turning pink as he tried to find his words, “why-uh, why are you asking?” seeing the usual laid-back and disinterested suna slightly flustered had your own cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“well...i wanted to ask you if you—you wanted to go out with me one day?” you looked anywhere but his eyes determined to avoid his observant gaze, but what you weren’t aware of was how suna was starting to turn into a tomato at your question, eyes wide and brain short-circuiting unable to find an answer. “i mean if you don’t want to i totally understand-“

“yes.” you lifted your head to look at him, eyes wide cheeks still blushing. “i-uh, i’d like to go out with you too...” he was scratching the back of his head, trying to calm himself down but internally screaming at the fact he scored a date with his crush!

you had a soft smile on your face, “alright then i’ll text you the details later. now go play everyone is staring at us.” you stood up from your seat to get your camera ready, now out of his view with the biggest grin on your face.

unintentionally during the whole game, the lens of your camera always found its way back to suna’s figure.

your first date with him was one you would never forget. you texted him to agree on a time and place but ended up with suna telling you he already had a plan and that you would only need to be free on saturday. the day before the awaited date you were extremely nervous, in no way or shape had you imagined him actually accepting your proposal. because you didn’t know what he had in store for you, it was very hard to decide what you were going to wear, but in the end, you decided on some black baggy jeans and a sleeveless white top that showed off the skin between it and the jeans; a simple look because you had absolutely no idea what to expect from it.

in the end, the date turned out to be driving around and going sightseeing; it was the most fun date you’ve ever been on, and made tons of memories with suna that day. you still had the pictures taken from that day saved on your phone, one even being each other’s lock-screen to you remind you of the day.

from that day on everything was perfect. you went on multiple more dates like the arcade, movies, the luna park and even went to each other’s house and cuddled under the sheets. it was a bliss—to be with suna. he made you feel loved; a kind of love you had never experienced. even in your third year—after dating a full year now—he still managed to give you butterflies when he sneaked behind you to hug you, or when he kissed you so passionately. he never had to do anything grand to impress you, his little actions of care were enough. the good morning/night texts, buying you lunch knowing the days you would forget yours, handing you his hoodies knowing he would never get them back.

and for suna it was the same. you were the only girl that made him feel things he thought he wasn’t capable of. you showed him what it was to be loved unconditionally, to be accepted for who you are, and to be worthy of someone’s time. the moment you joined the team as their official photographer, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was that caught his interest but his best guess was the smiles you gave him, your words of encouragement to the team, and the effort you put in on getting to know them; forming a strong bond. the whole team loved you and it was no surprise why.

the first time suna realized he harbored some kind of feelings for you, he made the stupid mistake of asking osamu for his opinion; again this was the most stupid decision he ever made because since that day they have non-stop annoyed him and teased about it whenever you were near them. and the day you asked him out? they gave him the biggest headache that day but he was too shocked and excited about the date that he couldn’t even bother to stop them. from that day on, suna was sure he was on cloud nine. the feeling of holding your hands, your body snuggled up beside his, the way your lips felt against his—it was all he could ever dream of.

you were even close with his mother and sister. every time you came to visit his home both of the girls would welcome you with open arms. his mother never failed to talk about you, telling him he chose a good girl and how you guys would have adorable children (though he rolled his eyes at this, the thoughts of creating a family with you never left his mind).

his sister would call you onee-chan stealing you from him whenever you came over. gossiping behind his back, playing with toys, and watching princess movies. the fact that you were best friends with his sister always warmed his heart. you were an angel, a blessing from the gods to him. he never wanted to let you go, the thought was agonizing enough. so why did that happen in the end? why did his worst nightmare become a reality? did he have the right to feel bad though? it was his fault in the end, he was the artist of his worst nightmare that turned the painting into a live one–and it all happened one month before graduation.

you didn’t know how to react to the news, it was unexpected. sure you applied there yourself to test the waters, but you never thought you would actually manage to get in. you had managed to get in the school of your dreams—and with a scholarship at that! however, there was one downside to it; it was abroad.

the school of your dreams was on the other side of the world and that would mean leaving everyone and everything you have built here. you hadn’t told your parents yet considering the fact that you just learned of the news yourself after checking your mail. but you knew you had to talk to them, you knew they would be the ones to support your no matter what and guide you to the right decision. so taking a deep breath, you walked downstairs into to living room and faced your parents. “mom, dad, i have some news for both of you...” you played with your fingers behind your back.

“what is is y/n? is everything okay?” your dad asked you, faced turning into a worried expression. “no-no it isn’t bad. i just need your opinions on it.”

“alright. you can tell us anything dear, we’re here to support you no matter what.” your mother smiled at you taking your hand to place you between them to bring you comfort. “...i got into the school of my dreams.”

“what did they say?” akane asked you. you were explaining the events of last night; the news, your reaction, and the conversation you had with your parents. “they were very supportive. since they gave me a scholarship there won’t be a financial problem.” you answered, both of you were eating lunch on one of the benches around the school.

“so what has you so on edge? you got into your dream school, you can go to it! what has you so hesitant y/n?” she reached out to hold your hand, resulting in you looking at in the eyes.

“...it’s rin—“ you sighed, “i know i should tell him but i don’t know if he’ll be alright with long-distance you know? it’s hard. and considering that i’ll be on the other side of the world, visiting each other will be costly. but i also don’t want to force him into this, but i don’t know what to do if it results in a breakup and we drift apart. akane, you know how much i love him. and hearing him talk about how we can move in together after college and always being with each other—” you choked on your own words, tears welling up in your eyes. it was too much to think about. akane hugged you tightly, rubbing your back to calm you down.

she was sad to hear how you felt about the situation at hand. although she loved you and suna together, even going as far as calling you soulmates, she didn’t like the idea of him holding you back. she was the one who helped you realize your true passion, and has been by your side throughout all of it. if you would turn down this offer to stay with suna she would forever hate you both.

“look y/n. you know how much i love you and suna together, and i’m sure you guys are literally meant to be; straight out of a high school romance movie. but still, don’t let the love you have hold you back from reaching your dreams. you are so talented it would be a waste to stay here and if suna doesn’t realize that, then it’s his fault and he’s stupid; like i always thought he was. don’t let a boy decide your future. that’s your choice to make, just don’t let him influence it.” you left her embrace to look at her. god you were so thankful to have a friend like her by your side, you didn’t know what you’d do without her.

“thank you.” you whispered and smiled at her while your mind started on planning how you’d start the conversation with your boyfriend.

you and suna were going out on a date tonight, apparently, he wanted to go stargazing with you so now you were in hir car on your way to the usual park you guys always went to. although you wanted to bask in the moments like this, you knew you had to bring up the topic sooner or later. one more month till your graduation, if you kept on pushing aside the topic things would turn out much much worse than the initial plan.

so when you both reached the spot and got out to place the blanket on the grass with the snacks you brought, you laid down next to him while reaching to hold his hand. “this was a very nice idea rin. who would’ve thought the fox-eyed middle blocker was a romantic person.” you giggled into his neck, the feeling only bringing you comfort for a second until suna opened his mouth to speak.

“im only a romantic for you. just you wait for what’s to come once we graduate. i can’t wait to lay next to each other every night.” he turned to look at you, softly pecking your lips. you gulped, already getting nervous knowing it was now or never. you sat up, straddling his lap which resulted in him sitting up too and placing his hands on your waist. “rin i have to tell you something...” you looked down at your lap.

lifting your chin with his finger he looked into your eyes, “you can tell me anything bunny. what is it?”

“...i plan on studying abroad.” he blinked at you, face supporting a look of confusion, “what—aren’t we going to study together? you know we talked about this.”

“i know we did rin, but i got accepted to the school of my dreams—and with a scholarship at that! it’s the chance of a lifetime and i don’t want to miss it.” you moved off his lap and looked at him. he had an unreadable look in his eyes, but it was obvious to the naked eye that he was taken back by the news and that got you even more nervous. “where—where is this school?” you bit your lip, “the states rin...”

“fuck—y/n that’s so far away! how are we supposed to see each other with that much distance!”

“rin that’s the thing. look im not gonna change my decision, i want to go there. but im giving you an out at this.” you stood up just like he did.

“an out? are you telling me you want to break up?” now he looked vulnerable, eyes showing nothing but a broken boy.

“believe me when i say i don’t want to but if that’s the best choice then so be it. rin im not going to ask you to stay in a long-distance relationship with me—even if i do want to try, i won’t pressure you into it cause i know it will be very hard. and from the reaction you gave me, i don’t think you’re open to the idea of a long-distance relationship anyway.” you sighed.

“why don’t you consider studying here? there are amazing schools here y/n and i can change my destination too. just stay here. please.” he walked closer to you with each word cupping your face with his hands.

“see this is exactly what i don’t want—“ you removed his hands from your face, “i don’t want to stay here. my dream is there rin not here, and do you hear yourself? you’re telling me you’ll throw away your dream school just so i can stay here? i could never accept that.”

“but i don’t want to break up y/n! god, you’re the love of my life! what happened to all those nights we dreamed and planned on staying together and shit!”

“im not going to further discuss this topic rin. my decision is final. now im leaving you with a question. do you want to try long-distance or do you want to break up? i won’t hate you if you choose the latter because i understand the situation. so im giving you a week. please give me your final answer in a week.” with those words you kissed his lips deeply, savoring the taste and the way they felt against yours; hoping it wasn’t the last time, and turned your back to leave.

“y/n! y/n! don’t leave we have to talk about this! y/n!”

that night suna slept in a bed that didn’t belong to him. and woke up with a body that didn’t belong to you.

the next two days were agonizing for you. suna hadn’t talked to you for two days straight since your news and whenever you saw each other in school, his eyes always seemed to avoid yours. that got you even sadder, all you wanted was to be on good terms with him, even if this resulted in your breakup, you would want nothing more but to still be in contact with him. the morning of the third day you had made up your mind; you were going to talk to him no matter what—you couldn’t take the avoiding any longer due to it starting to hurt too much. but no way at all were you expecting your life to crumble in front of your eyes that day.

you had just gotten out of class and were on your way to akane when a girl stopped you halfway. she wasn’t someone you knew personally per se, but you had seen her around the gym with the other fangirls when you came to watch suna’s games. she was one of those really pretty girls. the ones with the blonde hair and the bluest eyes you could ever see a body with the perfect shape; just like out of a magazine cover.

“we need to talk.” without waiting for a reply she pulled you into an empty classroom and locked the door. your eyes widened “wha—what’s going on?” you looked into her eyes, there was a glint you couldn’t exactly place and a feeling started to grow in the pit of your stomach. she smirked, somehow realizing where your mind was going at, “hate to break that pretty relationship of yours, but i thought you should at least hear it from me if you haven’t from your precious rin.”

she pulled out her phone to show you the pictures of a naked suna rintarou asleep on her naked chest. you didn’t want to believe it, but with how you left things and with him avoiding you every time your eyes met—you knew it was true. “why...” you whispered a few tears slipping past your eyes. “i don’t exactly know what pushed him into coming into my arms–but i could only guess it was because he got bored of you.” she looked you up and down. before she could say another word you ran out of the room. you hated looking vulnerable or crying in front of people so you had to be quick in reaching the bathroom. once inside you finally broke down, back leaning against one of the stalls and slipping down to actually take a breath.

did all the moments you spent together mean nothing to him? is one news enough to break the trust and love formed between each other? why couldn’t he just tell you he wanted to break up? was your question and excuse for him to finally break up with you? you had so many questions in your head at the moment but only one thing was final; this meant you finally had your answer from him.

the next days you avoided suna just as much as he, did you. you knew you had to face him and confront him about what he had done but that would only make things much more real. you were afraid of crying in front of him, you wanted to look strong in front of him act as if what he did hadn’t broken you–oh what a lie that was. but the month was about to end and you already sent a mail confirming your attendance at the college last night with your parents, you, of course, told them of the news and they comforted you with their hugs and a family movie night. you were thankful for them.

you had also face-timed akane last night and told her of the events as well, she was very much about to go and beat suna’s ass but you had managed to calm her down by letting her know you guys were bound to break up–at least that’s what you had thought apparently because the way suna pulled you into a classroom just like that girl had done and told you he wanted to try long-distance with you had you paralyzed in your spot. it broke you more now knowing he had no intention of letting you know of the events that occurred the night of your confession.

when you finally managed to find your voice you were sure your voice wasn’t as soft as you planned it to be, “are you serious right now? like–you’re not joking with me right?” he looked at you just as he used to, with love and adoration, but also shock now–probably expecting you to jump into his arms at his words.

“i’m not joking y/n. i thought about i and want to try it; because you’re worth it. you’re the love of my life and im willing to try to make it work if it means we’re together in the end.” he walked closer to you intending on hugging you but was met with you flinching at his touch. you watched as his eyes widened, processing what just happened. “how can you say that rintarou…” angry tears were welling up in your eyes as you stepped away from him wanting to keep the distance.

you couldn’t believe your ears. he had lied to your face, hoping to keep you in the dark. you were hoping he’d confess and ask for your forgiveness (not like you’d forgive him, you knew your worth), but no, he straight up decided to ignore the fact that he cheated.

“rintarou? bunny it’s rin?” you could see him trying to solve the reason for your hostility and you wanted to see him break the same way you did. “it’s funny how you didn’t tell me about you cheating.” you watched his whole facade crumble in front of your eyes, and as much as it pained you, there was no other way to go, “were you hoping to hide that forever and continue your picture-perfect relationship with me?”

“bunny...please just–let’s talk about this alright. it was an accident–”

“accident? accident! suna do you hear yourself? i gave you an out, if it was that hard for you, you could’ve just man up and tell this to my face! but you go and cheat–proceeding to ignore that and tell me you want to stay with me? do you see how stupid this all sounds?”

“and i know it! i-i was really heartbroken that day y/n...and angry at the same time for you to dream with me yet forget about those. but i know that doesn’t excuse my actions–”

“you’re right it doesn’t excuse your actions. because we are over suna–” his eyes widened at this, tears on the verge of trailing down his pretty face, “–i’m breaking up with you because i need someone who wouldn’t betray me like this.”

“no, no, no, no–y/n no, don’t do this, please. i love you okay? weren’t be always forever? Didn’t we promise each other that bunny?” he held your face in his hands, both of your tears now staining your faces and uniforms. but you couldn’t look him in the eye, it all hurt too much. you loved him so much, too much, but again you knew this, it always came to bite you back.

“you broke that suna. you broke us, you broke our promise of always forever. you ruined this, not me.” you pushed his hands off your face as you tried to walk away from him, but all those were of no use; he blocked every attempt to leave.

“please, please, we can fix this. i love you okay? with all my heart, always have and always will. please love!” he held your arms to stop you from moving but your decision was final, no longer was he your knight in shining armor, he was the most pretties the deadliest rose there was. his spikes pierced your heart, you bleeding out. no longer was he your safe space, no longer was he your fresh breath of air.

“it’s over suna. please don’t try to talk with me anymore. i want to graduate without experiencing heartbreak again.” with those last words you left him in the room, alone, heartbroken, just how you had left him that day with your news.

time went by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the day of your graduation. you and akane were walking around saying your last goodbyes to your favorite teachers, friends, faculty members.

you and akane were going to spend the night together at your house and have the last sleepover of the year since your plane was around seven at night tomorrow. you were scared to leave, staying away from your parents had never been a problem to you but on the other side of the country? that was going to be hard yet you promised to face-time them almost every day.

akane was also going abroad but to italy since she always wanted to study design. her talent was beyond what you thought it was in the first place, you were the one who encouraged her to apply there in the first place and now both of you were about to leave your homes. too engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t notice akane nudging your shoulder, and by the time you did, it was too late to realize the group of volleyball players walking your way.

you put on a smile trying to look not bothered and happy. suna on the other hand couldn’t bring himself to smile, not when the love of his life was so close yet so far away from him. all he wanted to do was be in your embrace and be loved by you, yet he knew how selfish it was of him. both atsumu and osamu could see the obvious pain you guys were both in, so could akane.

the twins were devastated when suna told about your break-up but they were equally mad at him for the mistake he had made. “good luck in the states l/n” osamu spoke first, “they won’t know what hit’em” he gave you a genuine smile; one you were grateful for. despite the break-up with suna you were still on good terms with the twins. you were close with them too, and hoped to stay in touch with them.

“thank you samu. that means a lot. i’ll be waiting on those free onigiri’s though, i’ll send you my new address.” you winked resulting in him laughing. “won’t forget to.”

you turned to look at atsumu who was awkwardly standing there, poor boy probably didn’t want to offend his friend by acting close to you. “i just know you’ll be the best setter of the nation tsumu. you were always amazing and you’ll always continue to be amazing.” atsumu’s face grew into a big grin,

“of course im the best! ya better come to my game once i make the olympic team y/n.”

“wouldn’t dare to miss it.” you laughed, eyes now looking at suna, “i’m glad you chose volleyball suna, don’t waste your talent i’m sure you’ll do amazing too.” you didn’t miss the way he flinched at the use of his surname.

“thanks l/n, i’m glad you’re following your passion too.” he gave you a faint smile which you smiled back at.

you were happy you and suna could act decently with each other, glad there weren’t any spiteful feelings between you two. now was the start of a new chapter in your life; one you were ready for. it was finally to pursue your passion and live your life.

you left for home that day with no regrets, ready to start this clean chapter in your life. akane helped you prepare the last things needed for your luggage and demanded on having a harry potter movie marathon with you. with your best friend by your side and your family behind you to support your dreams; you were ready for what was to come.

14. maybe a date?

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fourteen; maybe a date?

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18. sherlock and 2 watsons

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eighteen; sherlock and 2 watsons

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19. give me another chance

standing in front of the miya household made you realize how bad of a choice this was and that maybe you should’ve just let your cousin do this alone. it was already weird that your cousin was comfortable enough to just invite herself into their house with no announcement, but it was too late since fumiko rang the bell and held your hand to keep you in place.

you heard shuffling from behind the door and took out your phone to act as if you were busy, “you’re such a pussy.” fumiko whispered beside you. when you turned your head to speak back, the door in front of you was already open and atsumu was staring at you two with wide and shocked eyes.

“what are ya both doing here?” what shocked you was the non-spiteful tone he used. wasn’t he mad about the whole ayaka situation?

“greetings to you too miya, are your parents home?” fumiko jumped right in to answer him, pushing him aside to enter their home, pulling you along with her. “uh no? they went grocery shopping but they’ll be back in a few minutes. why are ya asking?”

you looked around the house to see if he was lying but were met with two pairs of eyes staring at you and your cousin.

suna and osamu.

you immediately turned your head around to avoid a certain pair of eyes, keeping yourself busy with staring expectantly at the blond twin. “my father had some questions for your parents but couldn’t come himself, so he sent me as his envoy, and i took y/n as my company.” what a smooth liar your cousin was.

“if that’s the case ya both can just wait inside. we were just chatting along.” he pointed at his two friends sitting at the couch.

you could feel suna’s stare at you as you walked over to the other couch with fumiko; away from the trio. there was a very awkward silence between all of you that you could even hear the clock ticking above the television. however atsumu broke the silence with his question, “why couldn’t your father just give’ em a call?”

you could feel fumiko holding back a snarky comment with how she squeezed your hand to keep herself back, so you interjected yourself, “uncle is a very busy man. your parents aren’t his only employees and he had other important stuff to attend to. and y’know fumiko was raised for these stuff so why not send her instead?”

atsumu tentatively nodded at your reply, eyes still staring at fumiko who only gave him a forded smile on her face. while they were in their own world, you were staring at the trio in a questioning way because you weren’t expecting them to be…complaint?

“i know what you’re thinking y/n” osamu spoke, but this time it was directed at you. “yes we’re a little…displeased lets say, but at the end fumiko is your family and we agreed that going back to the old way would be better.”

you were still wary of them but nonetheless accepted his answer and continued with your silent presence, fully aware of the eyes that hadn’t left your figure since the second you stepped into the house.

suna hasn’t stopped staring since you’ve came. he knows you weren’t pleased by their presence, hell he bet even the dumber twin was aware of this. but he just couldn’t stop looking at you, his guilt eating him up.

why was he always so quick on jumping into conclusions? he was actually looking forward to your date but had to go screw it up with his man pride, his sister would’ve been ashamed of him. he wanted to find an opening to talk to you, explain himself, and maybe even ask for a third chance? he honestly lost count of how many times he’s wronged you, and he knew the chances of redeeming himself were probably slim to none, still he wasn’t one to give up.

when you announced that you wanted to grab some water, suna grabbed the chance and stood up in front of you to guide you to the kitchen. he could see osamu smirking from the corner if his eye. suna walked in front of you until you both reached the kitchen and suna leaned against the fridge staring at you pour yourself a glass of water.

“y’know you can just tell me what’s on your mind because your stare is not making me comfortable at all.” ouch, guess be deserved that.

“uh- about the date night—” his hand went behind his neck, a sign of him being nervous.

“—there’s nothing to talk about that night. you stood me up and i let you go. im not looking for more trouble.” you said, eyes still on your glass of water. and when you were about to walk out of the kitchen, suna grabbed you wrist and pulled with a bit too much force, resulting in your body fully leaning against his.

suna could feel the heat rising to the tip of his ears, this was the closest he had gotten to you, and although he would’ve preferred it under better circumstances, he would take what he could get.

“please give me chance to explain, even though i don’t deserve a second of your time.” he whispered against your ear, eyes closed. you could feel his breathing against your neck and it was taking too much self-restraint to not loose your stance at that moment.

“why should i spend my time listening to your excuses suna? you’ll just keep apologizing over and over again.” you breathed out, mentally clapping for your voice not shaking.

he took a step back to turn you to face him, his eyes not leaving your figure once. “i know i don’t deserve anything from you after how i’ve treated you, but please just give me a chance to explain.”

you were avoiding meeting his eyes, because you knew the second you looked into them you’d let him back in. yet some part of you still wanted to learn why he has stood you up that day, so you allowed him to explain. “fine, you have one minute.”

he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally finding the chance to ask for forgiveness. he knows how embarrassing his reason is going to sound. “i- that day ayaka saw you with this dude and um- asked me if i was meeting up with you and when i said yes, she told me that she saw you two hugging and i—”

“what?” you were honestly baffled. he ditched you because he was jealous? and what did ayaka exactly tell him? did ayaka tell her parents too? cause that would’ve been very bad.

“let me get this straight. you couldn’t let your man pride go for one day and ask me who the guy was? you do know he’s like—the same age as my father?” this time you looked up to meet his gaze only to see he was sheepishly rubbing his neck looking anywhere but you.

“…i do. i just learned about it yesterday, and didn’t know how to approach you.”

“you do know how ridiculous this all sounds right?”

“…im sorry.” he was looking at you now, and as much as you wanted to ignore his apologies, you could see the sincerity behind his eyes and it was killing you.

“it hurts that you trust ayaka’s word over mine, when she doesn’t even know me enough to know my circle of friends.” you watched as nodded, a frown taking over his features.

“i know my mistake now and no amount of apologies will be enough to fix my way of treating you. but, could you please give me another chance? let me prove to you im worthy of your time and trust, please.”

you looked at him, biting your bottom lip while contemplating his apology. he was nervous to say the least, he could feel his palms sweating with the silence you gave him. he’s never been one to apologize this desperately but there was just something with you that made him want to never leave your side, despite how his actions proved otherwise. he’s just never felt like this before and didn’t know how to approach it.

“…alright. but one last chance. i swear to god if you screw this one up, its over.” you didn’t know which action caught you more off guard, the huge smile he gave you, or the way he tightly hugged you. slowly yet gently you raised you arms to hug him back, hand unconsciously reaching to caress his hair. “don’t screw this up rintarou.” you whispered in his ear as you left his embrace to join everyone back in the living room, your voice leaving him a blushing mess in the kitchen.

when you returned back to take your place next to fumiko, you realize she wasn’t in the room and nor was atsumu. “where did they go?” you asked osamu as you took your seat with suna’s eyes still on you.

“i think they went to check something in our parents office.” osamu shrugged.

you closed your eyes to heave a sigh, even though she assured you she hated him, you couldn’t shrug of the tension they had between them. “they better not be making out.” you muttered under your breath as you took your phone out to keep yourself busy while waiting for the twins parents.

you missed the way osamu cringed after hearing your silent statement.

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here’s a long update after not posting for the past few days. i just feel like im steering off the romance plot and going into more of a story plot and don’t want to bore you guys :/

but the ending…any thought? and do you think y/n should’ve forgiven suna?

i’ll update tomorrow since it’ll be text messages only and not a written chpter

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[07:22] suna rintarou and his baby

warnings: none

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the wail of a baby stays awake the entire night, and suna is losing his mind. he looks over to your side of the bed where you've strategically placed a pillow over your face, so you wouldn't have to wake up and then finally have the chance to sleep after weeks of taking care of your baby with no break.

you lazily lift your arm to shake him awake and mumble a barely coherent, "please take care of ritsuka."

suna nods, with a quiet "yes" and rubs his eyes to wake himself up as he groggily trudges out of your bed towards your baby whos only a few feet across from the room in her crib.

he's noticing that there's nothing wrong with her nappies, nor does she have a temperature, so he picks her up and tries to get a closer look. and only then, does she stop crying.

the peace in the home startles you, and you open your eyes back up and remove the pillow from your face, just to watch your husband and child slowly rocking in pace whilst he coos to her lovingly.

"did you just miss your papa, is that why you've been crying sweetheart?" he smiles at her, and his eyes crease like the moon.

she babbles excitedly, and her arms are flailing to grab his face, only to pull his hair.

"ah-ow ritsuka, stop that hurts, you rat." he slowly removes her arms from his, and she's smiling at him again like she's never met her father.

"she's such a daddy's little girl." he flips his head in your direction and he chuckles. walking over to you, he sits on your side of the bed to show you your creation.

"rin, give her to me, i'll feed her so she can go to sleep." he's humming a sweet lullaby, in an attempt to put her to sleep, but she stares up at her parents with big eyes, like she's got a question to ask them.

it's only then when your breastfeeding your child, does suna realise he's got the best life he could ever receive. it's only then does he realise he's blessed to have met someone like you, someone as caring as you, and someone as kind as you. he then looks back at his baby, contentedly suckling on her mother's breast that she was so perfect, so adorable and that he was going to dread for when she grew into a teenager.

"i love you so much." you look up to see you husband, with tears around his eyes. startled you almost stop feeding your child and you look at him more closely.

"rin, what's wrong? why are you crying?" due to the fact that you had just given birth, you too were prone to these emotions, and were about to cry with your husband.

"i just, i never realised how lucky i was to have the two of you in my life, and i want to tell you that more." he's fiddling with his fingers like an awkward high schooler, and you let out a chuckle, rather than burst into tears.

"i love you too, rin. and so does our little girl, you are most definitely her favourite." you joke, and the two of you stare at your baby, before realising that she's fallen asleep, with her mouth agape. you laugh before pulling your shirt back down, and slowly making your way back to her crib.

slowly placing her down, the two of you get back into bed, with suna in your arms hugging you like you hadn't given him enough attention. eyes feeling droopy, you fall into slumber, as does suna. only to be awaken by the wails of your baby. again.

a/n: hey yall ... its been so long 😅

[06:32] cuddling suna rintarou

warnings disgusting icky fluff ??

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rintarou is closed off. he has a hard time expressing how he feels, and you understand that.

maybe that's why he likes you so much.

it's currently six thirty two in the morning, and rintarou is twisting and turning in bed, whilst you're beside him sleeping peacefully.

"rin, what the hell are you doing?" you mumble.

"can't sleep, 'm too cold." he whispers, turning his back towards you, so you don't see his irritated expression.

"what a baby," you giggle, as you snake your arms around his waist and entangle your legs together. "if you wanted to cuddle in the morning, you could just say so."

he huffs loudly, and turns around to look at you, and smiles shyly. his cheeks are dusted with pink and his ears seem to burn red, as he hooks you in closer to hug him, or keep him warm, really.

"it's more fun when you initiate though." he mutters with his head lowered on the top of yours.

"you're so annoying, rin i'm going back to sleep." childishly, you attempt to turn the other way and completely let go of his hold on you, or your hold on him rather, and hog the blanket for yourself.

"hey! i was kidding, don't be a blanket hog." he complains, and pulls you back into his embrace as if it were second nature. laughing, you turn around and give him his portion of the blanket and go back to your sweet cuddling state.

"rin can i get out of bed please." you said it in more of a matter-of-fact way, rather than forming it as a question, maybe you need to work on tone delivery.

"what? no. stay in bed with me."

"you've woken me up! i'm hungry now. move" you quickly get out of the sheets, and smile triumphantly at him when you gives you a look that screams 'come back to bed with me'.

"well, if you're getting out of bed, then i am too!" shuffling, he gets up from the bed, and slowly removes the blankets that once coated his body.

"no wonder you're cold rin, you're wearing a muscle tank. idiot." flicking his arm you slide on your slippers and run away from him, towards your kitchen.

"hey! i did this for you, it doesn't hurt to try and impress your partner every now and then. but all you wanna do is eat and sleep!" he whines, chasing after you.

yes, rintarou has a hard time expressing his feelings, but you express yourself as if it was a job, and that's why he loves you so much.

a/n: he's taking me over idk why

Chapter two: The soul in my heart's proof of life

Word count: 2.8k

Category: hard angst, smut

Chapter warnings: drugs, mentions of medicine and hospitals, descriptions of drugs

Summary: There are three hot guys who want to be with you, however, there are a few problems along the way. One of them is a plug, another one wants to keep you all to himself and the third one - a med student who deals drugs on the side. Your main problem, though? You have a terminal illness that has a very low life expectancy. Spiraling down a dangerous path seems like a fun way to spend your last years.

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"Right on time," Suna drawls as he smiles down at you.

The police officer gets closer with each passing breath. You’re screwed.

Or maybe not yet. The police officer is an older man – that much you can tell from the way his dark hair is peppered with gray streaks and the small wrinkles under his dark eyes. He’s smiling as he looks you up and down, making you feel plain dirty. You hated older men in power; gave them too much of an ego boost. Yet, you didn’t want to go down for drug charges so you batted your lashes and mustered your sweetest smile, while cursing yourself out in your mind.

"Hello there," he nods at you three, but his beady eyes are staring only at you.

"Hello officer," greets Suna, the blunt hanging from his lips long gone and forgotten, "What brings you here today?"

The man chuckles. They’re familiar with each other. It’s the same man that caught Suna with drugs the first two times.

"You know the drill. Stand straight and spread your arms." Suna obeys and stands in the position the officer has requested. He’s calm. Of course he is - his drugs are in your coat pocket. The officer keeps shooting you glares and Lev wraps his long arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You let out a tiny sigh of relief. Lev won’t let anything bad happen to you.

When the officer is done patting Suna down, his brow quirks up, "You have nothing on you this time?"

"What can I say, officer, I’m a changed man. Accepted God as my saviour and et cetera."

"Yeah, don’t give me that shit," the man rolls his eyes and wraps his big coat around himself tighter. It seems that the temperature is dropping, "You guys with him?"

"Uh, yeah. We’re friends," Lev answers, with a smile as sweet as can be. The officer has to look up to see Lev’s face and it almost makes you laugh.

“So you deal drugs too?" the officer asks, half-heartedly.

Your nerves spike up, but Lev grips your side tighter and gives you a telling glare saying it’s a joke, relax.

You giggle and shake your head. "No, we usually don’t", you answer with your own joke, making the officer smile wider.

"Good, stay out of trouble. Don’t think it’s necessary to pat you down, although, I’d like to," he gives you a wink and you can almost hear Lev’s jaw clench, big hand squeezing your waist tighter. Suna and you exchange quick glances and he subtly shakes his head. Don’t give him attitude.

"Maybe some other time," a hundred watt smile is gifted from you to the creepy officer; you just hope that he finally fucks off.

"Yeah, maybe. Uh, you guys have a good day. Don’t make me catch ya with drugs again, Rintarou," with the last glance at you, the dark-haired man turns away from your little group and leaves.

An uncomfortable silence hangs over you and you have to wait until the man is far enough to not hear you.

"So, you’re on first name basis with a creepy officer?” Your panic that probably fried more nerves than humanly possible comes out in the form of a joke but before Suna can answer, Lev is letting you go and grabbing Suna’s jacket, almost pulling the man up from the ground with brute strength,

"You motherfucker, you pull shit like that again and I’ll beat you to a fucking pulp."

"Lev-"

Lev briefly turns to you.

"This fuckhead just slipped a baggie of god knows what into your coat, don’t you dare give me that "everything’s okay" attitude, Y/N," Lev’s voice gets comically higher when he mimics your words and you purse your lips, shaking your head. The blonde knew you too damn well.

"Listen, Haiba, I don’t know why you have such a bad impression of me, but I fucking knew he wasn’t gonna pat her down, I wouldn’t put random people, especially pretty damn girls in unecessary danger, okay?"

Your face burns — It’s unbelievable how he manages to flirt when Lev is seconds from breaking his nose. You just silently observe with trembling hands. You never saw Lev like that. He was always this kind of dumb happy-go-lucky dude and just him raising his voice was unusual, not counting the threats he was spouting.

Though, thankfully, Lev doesn’t seem to catch the pretty remark, his handsome face scrunching up at Suna’s excuses. "Yeah, not putting people in unnecessary danger my ass. You do this again, you’re fucked," Lev repeats his words and pushes Suna away. The black-haired man stumbles but manages to keep his footing.

"Got it," Rintarou lifted up his arms as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t. His tone is condescending and you feel like he doesn’t count on keeping his promise.

Lev reaches for you and you flinch. His big, forest-green eyes widen and he shakes his head.

"It’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay," he assures you.

"See, all your yelling scared her. We could’ve just talked it out like normal people."

Lev doesn’t acknowledge him.

"I’m sorry for screaming. Didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry," you nod, looking up at him, "Give me the bag and then we can go. I’ll make it up to you, yeah?"

You nod again and your fingers reach into the inner coat pocket, taking out a small baggie filled with white powder handing it to Lev, who then turns to Suna, just standing with his hands stuffed into his bomber jacket’s pockets. Lev examines the contents of the baggie and scowls and throws it at Suna, who catches it without any trouble, burying it in his jacket pocket carelessly.

"So you’re dealing Phencyclidine again?"

"Good eye," Rintarou nods, "I prefer the name ‘Angel Dust’, though. Sounds pretty, makes people wanna buy it," Suna explains unmindfully, as if he’s not currently discussing hard drugs.

"Figured you couldn’t last long on only selling weed. Though, even I thought you’d stop after the accident. Quite stupid of me." a frown finds it’s way unto Suna’s calm face and Lev grabs your hand, tugging you away. You’re even more confused than you were before and you give Suna one last look.

The man looks sorrowful, eyes far away and lost in thought. "T’was an accident, you know it" he mutters, as Lev finally pulls you away, not letting up until you reach a small coffee shop.

You let him drag you inside, the warmth instantly hitting you. Your head is spinning and legs are weak so Lev attentively sits you down, takes off your coat and scarf, orders two drinks — already knowing your order by heart — and sits down in front of you. You look around, head pounding, noticing that Lev has purposefully chosen a quiet corner booth for you two. He searches for something in his jeans pocket and slides a pill across the table. You manage to lift up an eyebrow, words a scramble in your head, unable to form into sentences. That was way too much stress for you to handle.

"Pain killers, will help you think straight and relieve the side effects of the stress you just went through." You trust him, sometimes, you trust him too much. You obediently swallow the tiny white pill, not needing any water to wash it off. You two drink your drinks in silence, only the quiet jazz music and snippets of other people’s conversations interrupting your quietude. Your head clears and your hands stop shaking so the pill seems to be working. Good.

"Ask away." Lev finally utters, eyes searching your face. You don’t know what he’s looking for and you probably don’t want to know.

"Why do you dislike Suna?" your tone is calm, mind a bit fuzzy from the pill you had just taken.

"He deals drugs and is a scumbag in general."

"What was the accident you mentioned, then?"

Lev shakes his head, pursing his plump lips, "Can’t tell you that, sorry."

"Why?" you feel like a detective and the questions in your head keep coming and coming.

"Made a promise?"

"To who?"

"Kuroo."

You freeze and raise your eyebrows up. It was like you had a bunch of different threads but no way to tie them together. You were really too exhausted to try and the questions you had in your head, the schemes on how to find out the whole plan were mangled all together and made your head pound.

"You really scared me out there. I’ve never ever saw you lash out like that." you confess, unable to look into his eyes, choosing to count colorful floor tiles instead. You never thought you’d be saying words like that to Lev, but you were always unable to lie to him.

"Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just that- He’s a bad man, Y/N. I lose my temper when I have to interact with him and the things that would’ve happened if the officer caught you with a bag of-"

"He didn’t" you cut Lev’s rant off, finally looking up.

"Y/N-"

"Listen," your voice is firm, "I’m not always this happy, kind person, yeah? It’s not gonna be all flowers and rainbows if real shit happens, but I can stand up for myself. We didn’t get caught and you got to scream at Suna. That’s it."

"But you could’ve-"

"Could’ve, yeah. I know that you want me to be mad, but I won’t. Spent too much damn time on that, let me be this ‘romanticised, rom-com fairytale, forgives-everything version’ of myself for these last few years." you spew completely random words and explanations as Lev’s eyes widen and one of his hands finds yours, lacing your fingers together and squeezing hard.

"Don’t even say that. You can be whatever you want to be, I won’t argue with you again, but never say anything about it being your last years."

You snort and Lev looks baffled.

"You see what stress does to me? Can’t even function without painkillers anymore and my muscles are still deteriorating at inhumane speed.. But sure, they're gonna find a cure real quick."

The man before you had sad confusion painted all over his perfect, magazine-worthy face.

"I don’t want to make you sad, Lev, I really don’t, but that’s the reality I’m dealing with and the reality that you’re gonna have to deal with."

"I know," he murmurs, face contorting "I just want to live in this rom-com fairytale reality for a bit longer."

You sigh and give him a tired smile.

"You’re my best friend Lev. You’re the only person I can be real with. You’re the only one who won’t turn away from me when I’m not this perfect, polished version of myself."

Lev gives you the same exhausted smile back, his throat thickens, "Yeah, I’m always there for you."

***

Suna comes back to his quiet tiny apartment and doesn’t even turn on the lights. Just kicks off his shoes, takes off his jacket, goes straight to his room and splays down on the creaky bed. Ideally, Suna would live alone, but rent in Tokyo, even in the worse parts of it, was expensive as fuck and his roomate, Akaashi Keiji, was a perfect person to share it with - quiet, cool and funny, not caring about all of the clients coming. Even now he was cooking something up in the kitchen, probably accompanied with a big cup of coffee, getting ready to work another long night.

There’s a knock on Suna’s door and he lets out a long sigh, "Yeah?"

Akaashi opens the door and looks Rintarou up and down, raising his eyebrows. "I, uh, made ramen. Left some for you on the stove,” Akaashi considers leaving the man alone knowing that he prefers to deal with problems alone, but Keiji’s gut is telling him to ask, "Everything okay with you?"

Suna sits up and just shakes his head. He doesn’t know what pushes him to confess everything. Maybe it’s a slight pang of guilt, or maybe it’s the pain he feels everytime he bottles his emotions up, "I- Ran into Lev when an officer was about to do a drug check on me. He was with this girl… Just slipped a bag of angel dust into her pocket. Knew they wouldn’t check her, yeah? But then Lev went fucking wild and shit and she looked really scared and stressed."

Akaashi fully opens the door and sits down on the dull, gray armchair. "Oh, Lev’s back in the city, then," Akaashi’s eyes widen a bit as he acknowledges the fact and stays silent for a bit, probably trying to make a mental note on it, "You usually don’t get bothered about what other people are feeling," he says, after a moment of silence.

Suna turns to Akaashi and shakes his head, long hair falling in front of his big, moss green eyes. "I don’t. But, man…" Suna groans, "She didn’t get mad at me and even tried to calm Lev down and shit. It was weird, I don’t know."

"Hm."

"Hm?"

Akaashi crosses and uncrosses his legs and then shakes his head, thoughts rattling in his head.

"I think you feel bad ‘cause she was nice and because of the events you caused, she got scared, no? It’s rare that people treat you right, unless they want to sleep with you or get a discount on drugs," He finally offers and Suna’s nonchalant expression changes into a shocked one.

"You could be a fucking psychiatrist, damn it."

Akaashi gives his roommate a small smile and stands up, stretching a bit, "Gonna go edit for a moment. Don’t forget to eat, Suna, yeah?"

Suna gives him a non-committal nod and lays back once again, mind wandering off. Lev’s last words really ingrained into his mind.

***

After Lev takes you back to the hospital, your next few days are filled with a bunch of new tests and a bunch of painkillers that make everything fuzzy; slipping in and out of sleep, only getting up to go to the toilet, eat, or spend a few hours watching tv or reading a book.

It’s easier this way. Doctors said that the stress you went through really damaged your state of health and no matter how much they asked for the source of the stress — you didn’t answer them, pretending that it was as much of a shock for you, as it was for them. Of course, it was temporary and you would be okay, or, as okay as you can be, in a few days. That meant skipping med practice, though.

You’re lying in bed, when your phone beeps. You grunt and pick it up. Maybe Issei had time to visit you, but if you remember correctly - he was working with no free days this week. Maybe Lev then? Akaashi?-

Your eyes almost pop out of your school when you see who texted you. You almost squeal with joy with the instagram notification. It’s a message from username “kuroo_t” and name “Kuroo T.”,. How official of him, you can’t help but let out an embarrassing girly giggle. Oh, he followed you too. Nice. Your finger lingers on the unopened message for a moment, until you finally press it.

Oh. Your face burns. He noticed you were gone, despite you guys only having one conversation. Now you just had to think of a good enough excuse, which was hard, considering the fact that you were currently fangirling. Hard.

He sees your message instantly and starts typing. You exit the chat, the need to stalk his profile way too strong.

Not a private account. His profile picture seems almost professionally taken, but his other pictures - not so much. Some travelling, photos with friends from med practice and if you schroll far down - stuff to do with high school volleyball. Oh, he’s hot. Not hotter than he is in real life, but still so damn attractive. You stop when you scroll to the picture of him with two other guys - one with spiky gray hair, carrying Kuroo in his arms like a baby and another one is just standing there, his gunmetal eyes staring at the camera disapprovingly, but his subtle smile says it all - he’s having fun too.

You couldn’t believe this coincidence. You and Kuroo had mutual friends, which meant that you were gonna do an interrogation on Akaashi, to learn everything interesting about him. A message pops up. Oh, your mind wandered off.

Maybe your mind-set of “you only live once” finally did you some favours, because now you had a date set with one of the hottest guys ever.

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sksk the last message from kuroo shouldn’t have the “and”, so let’s just pretend it’s not there 💀

Chapter three: Lock your doors

Word count: 3.8k

Category: hard angst, smut

Chapter warnings: drugs, mentions of medicine, light smut, guns 

Summary: There are three hot guys who want to be with you, however, there are a few problems along the way. One of them is a plug, another one wants to keep you all to himself and the third one - a med student who deals drugs on the side. Your main problem, though? You have a terminal illness that has a very low life expectancy. Spiraling down a dangerous path seems like a fun way to spend your last years.

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Maybe your mind-set of "you only live once" finally did you some favours, because now you have a date set with one of the hottest guys ever.

Friday comes fast and after swallowing down a bunch of medicine you’re sitting in an expensive car of none other than Kuroo Tetsuro.

The dark of the night swallows the blurry autumn sun and speckles the sky with stars. Your nerves are fried, fingers twitching and leg bouncing up and down, up and down.

"You’re nervous," Kuroo hums, but it’s not a question, merely an observation, "Your leg keeps bouncing up and down." The steering wheel is left in one of his huge hands, while the other one finds its way to your knee, gently squeezing, "Do I make you nervous?"

His hand is pleasantly warm. It reminds you of the most delightful things – early summer mornings, apple pie with ice cream and bear hugs.

And how could you not be nervous? Kuroo Tetsuro - the guy you had this dumb crush on for literal months - all 6’4 of his is sitting next to you, with that charming smile on his handsome face, navigating through the streets of busy, light-polluted Tokyo as if it’s as easy as breathing.

"I’m sitting in a car with a guy who’s basically a stranger and is refusing to tell me where we’re going. But yes, your handsome face is the problem."

The salon of his expensive car is filled with tension and the scent of sandalwood.

Kuroo lets out a laugh, "You’re trying to be snarky and shit but you still called me handsome, so thank you."

Your face burns as you scramble to make a witty come-back. Kuroo makes you way more nervous than you would like to be. It’s as if every time you see him your mind goes blurry.

"Well, you are," you finally settle on a response, "But aren’t there enough girls who tell you that?"

Kuroo gives you a look, turning back to the busy road to drive around slower drivers.

"Is that your way of asking me about girls?"

Your eyes fall to your shoes, as if they’re the most engrossing thing ever and your hands begin to mindlessly toy with your skirt.

"You sure you didn’t wanna study psychology or something?" you groan, still feeling a bit embarrassed that your intentions, expressed in a form of what you thought was the most flawless way of acquiring the answers you needed, being uncovered that easy.

He reminds you of a certain charming brunette from your past - the reason for most of your happy memories. They’re both too good at reading people.

Kuroo’s laughter is surprisingly higher in pitch than his voice, but it’s not unpleasant to listen to. You might even call it cute in a way.

"Babe, you’re just too easy to read, no need for me to study psychology," he finally says, slipping in the nickname without any further thought, a sly smirk playing at his lips when he notices the way you react to his words. His hand is still resting on your knee and he playfully squeezes it, making you almost jump up in your seat.

"You do know that I want to be here as much as you do, right? It’s not like you’re the only one nervous."

The sincerity of his words is hidden by a wide smile, but it’s reassuring. It’s hard to believe that a guy like Kuroo would go out with you and for you to refuse the urge to pinch your arm for the n-th time tonight.

"I know that, but somehow my brain," you wildly gesture to your head, raising your eyebrows, "Doesn’t connect the… dots, right?"

"What dots?" he swiftly turns into an intersection and turns right, slightly speeding up when the green light begins to blink.

"You wanting to go out with me..." you mutter, slightly awkwardly. For some reason, when you’re talking to him you’re like an open book. He has this aura around him that just makes you want to look into his golden-brown eyes and trust him.

Kuroo frowns, the corners of his lips going slightly downwards, "Why would you even say that? Who wouldn’t want to go out with you?"

Your thoughts are filled to capacity with Issei Matsukawa. That’s who wouldn’t want to go out with you. He’s like your own personal moon – only showing up when you need him the most, fucking you until you forget everything, but never letting anyone know who you two are; only a slight smirk when his friends ask if you two had fucked and a casual nod when they ask if you’re good in bed. That’s what you’ve been reduced to.

"Hey, doll, I think you’re dozing off on me, hm?"

You come back to reality; to the city lights that are now few and far in between, to how Kuroo’s hand spreads warmth through your body and to the smell of sandalwood.

"Yeah, just got lost in thought, sorry,"

"No worries," he nods, expression radiating relief and the usual self-assured smirk returning once again coming back to the black-haired man’s face, "Y/N, do you want to play 10 questions?"

You’re watching the lights of the bustling city fade away, melting away your tension. You feel safe with Kuroo, however dumb and naive it may sound. The fact that he didn’t push you to answer his question just a moment before only proves you right.

"Isn’t that for teenagers?" you lift up your eyes, finding Kuroo already looking at you and instantly ending the eye-contact, suddenly finding your shoes outstandingly interesting.

"It is… But I need an excuse to ask all the questions I want without seeming intrusive," 

"Okay, Mr. Thoughtful, ask away then," Kuroo chuckles at your attempts to tease him, but he knows. He knows that he’s got you wrapped around his finger. Not like he’s gonna use that. Not for now, at least.

"Okay. How many boyfriends have you had?" It seems like he had the question ready a while ago and you’re puzzled. He says most things so casually that you can only be envious of his confidence.

You’re lost in thought for a while. Well, Issei checked all the boxes a boyfriend should’ve; yet he didn’t want to be anything more, so that left you with-

"Just one, back in high school."

"What high school did you go to?" Kuroo shoots the question instantly, one finger bouncing up and down alongside the radio music, sending tingles through your body.

"Isn’t it my turn to ask?"

"Ah. Yes, I suppose." He gives you a half-assed apologetic smirk and suddenly turns right, his car tires squeaking in protest.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" you ask the same question, just reversed, but Kuroo doesn’t question it. He doesn’t even have to think before answering.

"Not gonna ask how many boyfriends I’ve had? Okay, ah, about five girlfriends."

"About-" you’re ready to find out more, curiosity getting the best of you but Kuroo squeezes your knee, like a subtle warning.

"Ah ah, my turn."

"What high school did you go to?" he asks, once again surprising you in how quick he is at making them.

"Aoba Johsai."

"Was this boy Iwaizumi Hajime?" he raises an eyebrow and seems quite satisfied with himself – like he’s got it all figured out.

"What? No! And it’s not even your turn to ask!" you couldn’t ever imagine yourself with Iwa. He was a good friend and a very handsome man, but way too serious for your taste.

"This game is stupid," Kuroo pauses for a moment. You know he’s got his next question already figured out, but he doesn’t ask straight away, "why not Iwaizumi?"

"Not my type, per say."

"Seems like your type. We have a similar face, no?"

You think for a moment. Not even a bit. Iwa’s eyes were slanted whereas Kuroo’s were lazily hooded, Iwa always carried a scowl on his face, while the man sitting beside you, favoured a confident smirk. The only similar thing about them was their height, and even then – Kuroo was more lean and with a straighter posture, "You do not," you finally come to the conclusion and Kuroo’s smiling. God, how he loves watching the wheels in your head turn, thoughts spinning and mouth opening and closing as you’re unable to make a believable argument.

"Strong eyebrows and jawline, a scowl. Don’t wanna rethink your answer?" Once again, he’s fast, pointing at his features with slender fingers, instead of looking at the empty road.

The scenery has changed and now you’re driving through empty fields, huge houses with giant fences popping up here and there.

"No, Iwa looks just like Mattsun but in italics," Kuroo searches his mind till he finds the face of Matsukawa Issei, who you so sweetly called "Mattsun" and then laughs. Holy shit, you’re right. Although, that’s got him thinking more. You two must be pretty close, if you’re calling the man by a nickname. Perhaps a former classmate? He was gonna have to look into it more, but for now, he’s got more important answers to provoke out of you, "Ok, right. Right. But who was it then?"

"Tooru."

"Oikawa Tooru?!" Kuroo almost slams on the brakes, shock apparent on his face. The resident pretty boy captain is a well-known person to him – always a beautiful fangirl hanging off his arm and a saccharine smile adorning his lips. He doesn’t seem like your type at all. Too sophisticated and fake. 

"You seem surprised."

“I am.” Kuroo nods, collecting his composure, putting his usual smirk back on, “Are pretty boys your type?”

“Didn’t you tell me my type was Iwaizumi and you, a moment ago?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo hums, nonchalantly, “That was before I knew Oikawa fucking Tooru was your ex,” he shakes his head, as if it’s hard to connect dots in his head, “Was he good in bed?”

You almost choke on your saliva and his hand pats your knee calmly. Oh, how he enjoys making you embarrassed.

“Interested in sleeping with Tooru?” you retort, but it’s way too late to have any real bite. 

Kuroo doesn’t acknowledge it, only noting that you still call Oikawa by his first name.

“Nah… Nah, just wanna know what I’m competing with.” 

Your head spins from the idea of what he’s implying, mind travelling to what his touches and kisses would feel like on your heated skin. 

But before you spiral out, Kuroo moves his hand from your knee and does a sharp turn, suddenly stopping and turning off the car, stretching in his car seat. You instantly miss the comforting warmth of his hand.

“We’re here.” 

Your eyes widen, trying to get used to the dark. Little by little, details come into your vision – you’re parked near a huge field of lavenders, surrounded by giant oak trees. It looks like a scene straight from a Studio Ghibli movie. 

“Are you going to murder me and hide my body in a lavender field?” 

Kuroo steps out of his car, instantly coming to open yours, it’s like an instinct for him, “Yeah. Gonna give you to a cult. ‘Children of the Corn’ and shit.” 

You chuckle as you step out of the car, following him without any question. Kuroo feels safe – like getting to sleep in your bed after a party, a ring that fits perfectly around your finger and holding hands when it’s cold. 

He leads you through a path in the field, the smell of lavender filling your senses. Kuroo reaches out for you and you grab his hand without thinking, which brings a smile to his face.

“When I was younger, uh, in my first year of high school, my dad died and it was just me and my grandparents left. They couldn’t afford a house in the city, dad left a lot of debt, so we moved away to the outskirts of Tokyo. When I felt like it was just me against the world… I used to come here.” 

The story Kuroo tells flows freely into the night air as he leads you through the small paths, to the biggest oak tree in the field. You don’t say you’re sorry for his loss. Traumas like that never heal and adding a band-aid to a gaping wound only adds insult to the injury. 

“So this is your safe place. I get it.” you give his hand a gentle squeeze and look up at him. The confident smirk is exchanged for a more gentler, genuine one, “I appreciate you taking me here.” 

Kuroo stops, if only for a moment, gazing down at you, “I know it’s corny and shit, since it’s our first date, but ah, I’ve treated girls shitty in the past. Don’t want to treat you like that, I want this to work. Even if it’s only a few dates.” 

“O-oh.” 

Kuroo laughs and spins you by your shoulders. You’re staring at a wooden ladder, attached to a blue treehouse. The paint is chipping away.

“I love the fact that I make you so nervous,” the words are spoken right into your ear, as he gives it a little peck and then gently pushes you towards the ladder.

“Are you letting me go first cause you want to stare at my butt?” you turn to him with judgemental eyes before you take the first step. 

“That, and the serial killers up there. Wouldn’t want them to kill me first!” 

You roll your eyes as you start climbing up and up, until you reach the opening to the treehouse, crawling in. 

It’s not like you imagined at all – the walls are painted, there’s a rug and a big mattress with pillows and thick blankets,

“Don’t tell me you used to sleep here, too.” 

“No, it was an old mattress my grandparents wanted to throw out. Figured it would make the place more cozy,” Kuroo pauses for a second and then sits down, encouraging you to do so too. He instantly pulls you close, “Easier than having to wait until my grandparents went somewhere, too.” 

You stare up at Kuroo, shaking your head, “You said you didn’t sleep here!” Kuroo chuckles and kisses your forehead, sending warmth all over your body. 

“Yeah, that’s right. I never slept here, just used to fuck girls here.” 

He’s so crude and straight-forward, but you can’t help but laugh.

“So we’re probably sitting on old cum stains?”

“Nah, probably not,” Kuroo grabs your waist and lays you down. He’s on top now and you turn your head to the side. 

“Look at me, y/n,” Kuroo gently grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him, you could explore his amber eyes for hours upon hours, trying to find out all the secrets within, “Can I kiss you?” 

You nod, giving him the permission, which he immediately uses. His lips are surprisingly soft against yours and his kiss bleeds desperation. One of his hands is still on your face, while the other finds its place in your hair. 

You try to lift yourself up, to get even closer to him, but he pushes you down by your hip, forbidding you from doing so. 

“Don’t move, baby,” he stops you with another kiss, this time biting your upper lip and dragging until it snaps back. He laughs and then kisses you again, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

You pull back and kiss him all over the face – he has little tiny freckles all over his nose. It has the most adorable little bump, encouraging you to kiss his nose once more. 

“You just gonna kiss me all over my face?” Kuroo raises one of his eyebrows and you reward him with another one. Then you reach for his jawline, then neck, making his breath hitch. 

“I want to undress you,” Kuroo says and you nip at his neck, giggling. 

“Then do so, don’t fucking ask me for permission,” you mumble into his skin and inhale more of the enticing sandalwood scent. Your mind is spinning. You’re about to fuck a man you’ve crushed on for months. Will it be different from having sex with Issei and all those random hookups? Is it too soon? Will you seem too easy?-

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Kuroo chuckles and then he’s undressing you – your skirt and shirt are flying off, shoes too and you’re left before him only in your bra in your panties, “Aw, you put on a matching set for me. How sweet of you. You’re so sweet… I almost feel bad for what I’m going to do with you.” 

Your breath hitches. Issei was never gentle, he took and took and took. You had a feeling Kuroo would be different. He admires the set for a short moment, before tearing it off. You yelp, but Kuroo instantly silences it with a hungry kiss. He takes but it’s so different. 

“You’ve got nice tits,” he smiles and then he’s kissing all over them, making your words stuck in your throat when he bites. Hard, “Am I being a red flag if I want to give you hickeys and bite marks,” he kisses lower and lower, “all over your body?” 

“Might-“ your voice gets a pitch higher when Kuroo finally reaches your pussy, giving it a gentle kiss and separating the folds. There’s an unreadable emotion swimming in his eyes, “Might not have enough turtlenecks to hide them all.” 

“Oh, baby,” Kuroo laughs and gives an experimental lick to your clit, making your back arch, “I plan on letting everyone see.” 

And then he’s eating you out like it’s his last meal. One of his hands finds your hip again, squeezing hard and preventing you from lifting yourself up, “You just can’t stay still, yeah?” His words cause vibrations, making you let out a loud whine. 

“You sound pretty. Real pretty,” with that, you finally let out a loud, angelic moan. And that’s enough to get Kuroo going. Oh, how he craves to hear more and more and more.

Two of his slender fingers slide inside you and you keen at the stretch. It’s been a while since you’ve last had sex so every calculated touch of nimble fingers feels euphoric against your skin, pleasure coursing through the slight pain. 

“More,” you ask. No, you beg. You look at Kuroo like he’s your god, ever so loving and forgiving to grant you one wish. One wish for not being sinful. One wish because he gets to be the one to make you sin. 

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby,” Kuroo grunts and then, suddenly, adds another finger. You yelp, trying to grab at his wrist, but his hand stops yours, “Be a good girl. Don’tcha wanna be a good girl for me, mm?” 

“Want to! Wanna be a good girl for you, daddy!” 

Kuroo tilts his head back, groaning, “You don’t know what you’re starting, fuck-. You just squeezed my fingers so fucking hard,” a smirk plays on his stupidly handsome face, “Want me to get rough? Baby wants me to get rough with her soft, perfect body?” 

You nod, and with that, Kuroo gets all the confirmation he’s ever needed from you. His fingers find the spot inside you, the one many guys would’ve struggled to find and with a few curls of his long fingers, you’re coming undone, juices spreading all over Kuroo’s fingers. 

He’s smiling in blissful delight, sticking the fingers into your mouth as you eagerly lick them clean, tasting yourself. Kuroo pats your heated cheek in approval and then quickly removes his sweater and shirt, revealing a silver chain that has a small black cat charm hanging on it. You chuckle and Kuroo tilts his head, until he catches where your stare landed. 

“Don’t make fun of me, princess, yeah? You’re about to learn what happens to good, perfect girls like you,” he smiles and it makes you burn. You want him to touch you, kiss you, ruin you until the only things you remember in this world are his name and face. 

However, as soon as his soft, warm lips land on your neck, there’s a noise outside. A car engine coming closer and closer with each passing moment. 

Kuroo stands up instantly, pulling you up as you stumble to get onto your unsteady feet. The floor of the treehouse is cold, and so are you. 

“Get your shoes on, quickly”, his voice is laced with concern and hints of confusion so you don’t hesitate - doing as you’re told as quickly as possible. He dresses you in his sweater - the material soft and comfortable against your skin, pulls his own shirt on and gathers other clothing left. You see it in his eyes - no time to put on your clothes, you have to go.

He climbs off the ladder and almost pulls you off of it, when he deems your speed unsatisfying. 

“No one is supposed to know this place, except a few people, fuck!” Kuroo pulls you with him and you only ease his worries by not stumbling, which requires huge effort, actually, “I am almost sure of who that is though, what bad timing… Fuck, I really just wanted to take you on a date where no one could find us,” he’s seething, grabbing your hand in a grip that tightens with each passing moment. 

You don’t dare question Kuroo. Everything - from his words to his seething need to get you somewhere safe - screams danger. 

When you’re about a few meters from his car, Kuroo pulls you closer and takes a long inhale.

“Please, sit in the car, don’t make a noise and don’t open the door for anyone besides me,” the words take a few short moments to register in your scared mind, which makes Kuroo grab you tighter, “Say you understand, y/n.” 

“I-I understand,” the words leave your mouth as another car pulls into the side of the beautiful fields, that gave you such calmness and serenity just a while ago. No more of that today. The calmness and coldness of Kuroo’s voice make shivers run down your spine. 

There’s a flash of recognition in Kuroo’s eyes as he observes the car that’s pulled over. His brows furrow and he ushers you quickly towards his own car, hand tightly wrapped around yours. 

“I’ll be back as quickly as possible, okay?” with that, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, your knees pulled to your chest, mind spinning. You watch his tall silhouette disappear into the darkness and then close your eyes. You would appreciate some pain medicine right now. If only you had some on you. Hopefully, Kuroo is back soon and you’ll get away with an excuse of a headache. 

You’re still only in your shoes and Kuroo’s sweater when someone taps on the car window. Your skin raises in goosebumps, heart about to jump out of your chest. Slowly, you look up and are met with a barrel of a gun and an icy stare looking straight into your soul. Only one thought runs through your head – Kuroo hasn’t locked his car.

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“wanna go out with me?”

confident, flirty.

that was what suna first asked you in homeroom class in your junior year of high school. you found it hard to believe at the time; the suna rintarou wanted to ask you out? the same guy that had many other girls pining for him?

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day 10: bodyguard | suna rintarou

suna rintarou x gn!reader, 849 words, sfw requested by @stffychn

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These dates are always so stuffy and exhausting.

It’s hard to pretend month after month that you’re interested in the people your father arranges dates for, but you know it’s part of your duty as heiress to Japan’s biggest conglomerate. So you smile and nod when they fawn over your father, trying to get in your good graces by complimenting his business prowess, his sharp mind, or his fierce loyalty to family. You know it all quite well having been raised in it of course, so after the arranged date is over, you wish them well and never call them back.

Every time, your father only sighs and shakes his head, muttering about how he raised a stubborn child with too high of standards. And maybe he did, but there’s another reason you keep denying these set-ups for marriage.

That reason knocks on the door and walks into your bedroom as you’re taking out your earrings from another “failed” date.

Suna Rintarou looks sharp in his black suit, arms behind his back, hair gelled and pushed back behind his pierced ears. His fox-like eyes regard you through your vanity’s mirror, and there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he shuts the door behind him and locks it. When it’s just the two of you like this, you’re no longer bodyguard and client.

You’re what you really are: a couple of over two years.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how it went, Suna-san?” You tease as you grab a wipe to start to clean your face. “I’m sure you’re curious.”

“Don’t need to,” he responds casually as he unbuttons his suit jacket and throws it open, padding over so he stands behind you. “Did this one ask about you at all?”

“Of course they didn’t. They never do, do they?” You laugh, throwing away the wipe when your face is clean. Suna sets his hands on your shoulders and squeezes, and you spin around in your chair so you can face him. “I’m not sure how much longer my father will accept my refusals, though. He’s starting to get annoyed.”

Suna considers you for a moment before he gets down on one knee, and for a moment, you let your mind run wild with the possibilities. Suna asking you to be his partner, truly becoming part of your family, walking down the aisle with him, and then letting him take you to the honeymoon suite to—

You shake your head, blinking the fatigue out of your eyes before you ask, “What is it?”

“When’s the next one?” Suna asks as he digs in his pocket. It can’t be. You feel like you can’t breathe, excitement running through your veins. Is he proposing? Here and now? You’ve talked about it before, but is it really coming true?

“Um, in a few… weeks, I think,” you manage to stutter, eyes watching like a hawk as he pulls out—

—a handkerchief.

Suna uses it to wipe the remaining dewyness from your chin, an amused raise to his eyebrows. “What?”

“I thought you were… I thought—ugh, nevermind,” you mutter and push from your chair, walking past him to start walking toward your walk-in closet. His playful voice stops you in your tracks.

“Thought I was going to give you this?”

It feels like an out of body experience when you turn around and see that little black box in his hand. He looks so unaffected, head tilting to the side as he holds it out to you, the other hand stuffed in his pocket. You slowly pad back over, shaking fingers taking the box from his hand before looking up.

“Are you serious?”

“You’re not even going to open it?” He mumbles.

That’s when you notice the way his cheeks scrunch up for just a moment, pulling on the edge of his lips before he licks his lips and goes back to neutral. Suna Rintarou is nervous. It makes you smile, and you have to bite down on your lower lip to keep from giggling.

“You had the perfect opportunity a second ago when you were down on one knee, you know.”

“That’s boring,” he shrugs, gesturing with his head to the box. “Go on.”

“I’m just saying that—”

“Would you open it already?” He snaps, and your giggles finally explode.

You throw your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the back of his hair as you kiss him over and over, your lips not leaving each other until you’re fully satisfied.

“I don’t need to see it,” you smile against his lips. It feels perfect within his arms, and you know there’s no place you’d rather be. “My answer is yes. Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

“I guess we should go talk to your dad,” he mumbles before kissing you again. Suna starts to pull away but you grab hold of his suit jacket, shaking your head as you take a step back toward the bed.

“We can talk to him tomorrow,” you whisper, pulling him back into you for another kiss that Suna certainly doesn’t fight off.

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hate sex with suna rintarou — mdni

summary: suna made your life a living hell the moment you joined the EJP coaching team, and he loved every second of it. after months of dealing with his torment, you finally call him in your office to end the feud once and for all.

cw: smut, unprotected sex, hate sex lol [2.4k] barely edited

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“a word in my office, please?”

suna rintarou looked over his shoulder towards his teammates preparing to leave, a smirk plastered on his face, “am i allowed to say no?”

with a soft close of your eyes, you shook your head at the man before turning your heel, heading towards the only place you found safe from his torment, while ruining it in the process as you invited him in.

suna loved to torture you. you didn’t know why, and to be fair, he wasn’t exactly sure either. he took pride in being able to get under your skin so easily, yet you always covered it up without a second thought, and it pissed him off. you’d always offer a simple smile to remain professional despite his insulting words and he couldn’t figure out why.

curiosity filled him more on where exactly you drew boundaries, and as much as he loved to ruin the gym floor you recently cleaned with his muddy shoes, you never seemed to speak up. constantly letting him walk over you as if you were a doormat grew amusing to him, and he swore that he’d continue until he no longer could.

even provoking you during practice became a habit of his. whether it was refusing your advice or stretching on his own accord, nothing ever pushed you far enough to give him that reaction he so desperately wanted from you. for his ‘sweet little coach’, yn, to snap.

and perhaps you would have snapped earlier if you hadn’t noticed his late stays in the gym alone, where he specifically stayed out of eye to practice the advice you had given him earlier. or maybe how he’d immediately switch up when you came into view, his façade returning along with insulting words.

not only was suna rintarou a rude man, he was complicated as well. his mixed signals did nothing but confused you, and in the process he confused himself as well. you realized that only weeks after meeting him, and he had came to the same conclusion about you.

because as you pondered on sunas real goal while watching him practice alone, he wondered why you didn’t use your authority against him.

being a coach, you could easily bench suna; suspend suna. you could do anything to ruin his career, yet you don’t. always improving his game and including him in each of the sets. his attitude was endless, yet you didn’t budge.

not one bit.

although he complained about following, he still found his legs following yours, eyes trailing down your back and to your hips as he’s done countless times. the bounce in your walk becoming way too familiar as he watched you closely, shamelessly to any open eyes but your own.

closing the door behind him, you approached the front of your desk, leaning against it with crossed arms. the disappointing look you displayed was something he had grown accustomed to, something he learned to love throughout the many months of knowing you.

his body stood far, but it still seemed to tower over you. anyone in this situation may have responded differently as he radiated self-proclaimed authority over you, yet you didn’t seem to care. his ego meant nothing to you.

the smirk on his face irked you enough though, as he dug his way into your nerves without saying a single word. the hold from rolling your eyes being a burden, one he always seemed to force you to carry while in his presence, and he knew that.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?” his voice snaked it’s way into your ears, sarcasm rolling naturally off his tongue as it normally did.

“is there something i did?” you asked, finally sparing the man a glance, one he didn’t know his body was begging for silently until received, “anything to earn this disrespect from you?”

the snap within you he yearned for seemed to approach, the malicious look he presented becoming even more as you continued to press on.

“i try very hard to be reasonable, to be a good coach, yet,” your words trailed off as you shook your head, refusing to blame yourself for a grown mans actions, “you don’t seem to care.”

“i do care.”

“do you?”

his feet slightly danced beneath him as he observed the surroundings of your office. the small accent pillows decorating the seats, or the small polaroids of your outside life stuck on the wall. he took it in as he wondered how to approach your confrontation, taking his sweet time so that your remaining patience ran thinner.

“you annoy me,” he admitted, taking a few feet closer while still avoiding your gaze, “so much.”

“i’ve done nothing but do my job.”

“and you’re annoying.”

standing up from the desk, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks in anger. his body came closer once you stood, his hands resting in his pockets as he stared smugly down at you.

“you have no right,” pressing a finger to his chest, his smile grew even bigger, “absolutely no right to treat me the way you do.”

suna knew how he felt about you. his actions towards you made no sense in his mind, but he knew what he longed for. those puffy cheeks you gave him were enough for him to recognize the rare beating in his chest, and maybe the tightness of his pants. how your screams at the team were nothing more than fuel to his imagination of you in his bed, muffling around his cock.

your finger continued to dig deep before his hand grabbed it, the tingling sensation in his body growing as his perverted thoughts grew once more at the feeling of your soft skin, “i have every fucking right to feel the way i do.“

his feet moved forward, forcing yours back. the angered look now turning into hesitation as your backside hit the edge of your desk, legs voluntarily spreading so he could stand between them.

“i hate the way you hug komori after each practice,” running his hand up your side and to your face, he gripped your jaw tightly toward his, “and i hate the way you let tatsuki drive you home some nights.”

“and that’s my fault?” your words were hot against his lips as he held you close by the waist, eyes staring into yours, tension thick against your skin as his nose brushed against your own.

“it’s all your fault.”

breaking the gap, his mouth crashed onto yours viciously, hands gripped your waist as he wasted no time to grind against your core. your arms wrapped around his neck as he growled in the kiss, fingers carding through his hair with a harsh tug.

suna knew this would happen eventually. he refused to not have his way, no matter how long it took. maybe you knew it was going to happen too when he secretly locked the door as he closed it, but it didn’t matter now as his tongue invaded your mouth greedily, saliva combining as your head fell back with his force.

“touch me after practice,” he grumbled against your skin as he made his way down your neck, relishing at the moans you let out as he marked his territory, “let me drive you home.”

he played with the buttons of your shirt before tearing it off, attacking your breast with his mouth as his fingertips dug in the arch of your back, “tell me i’m better than them.”

“you want me to lie to you?”

the clasp against your back was let go easily as he began to remove your pants, neglecting his own clothes as you whined, pushing your hands away from the hems of his shirt.

“let me take care of you,” his words were muffled against your stomach, pushing your back onto your desk and pulling the rest of your clothes as you kicked your shoes off, “i can take care of you better than they can.”

“i doubt it.”

playing with your now exposed folds, the needy spread of your legs formed a tent in his pants as he salivated at the thought of finally being able to taste you, “you won’t be saying that soon, pretty girl.”

he groaned as his face met your cunt, the wetness he’d already cause between your legs enough for him to cum on the spot. you tensed against him as he searched for the perfect spot, his long digits finding home within you to add to the pleasure.

“say my name,” he hummed against your clit, the vibrations tickling you in the perfect way, “scream my name.”

“f…fuck.” your body curved against the desk as his fingers curled against your sweet spot, sucking on the spot near your nub that had your clenching the most.

“what’s my name?”

“su…suna, ‘m gonna, fuck,” your angelic cries had his free hand leave your hip to palm himself through his pants, precum already leaking through, “suna please.”

“that’s not my name, baby.” his words were condescending as you lifted your head to pull him closer to your clit, his eyes staring back up filled with a troublesome glint of lust.

“rintarou, please, please,” your words were broken between each pant as your climax was near. his smile was felt against your slick as he increased his pace to fulfill your pleads, “feels s’good.”

“there you go, baby.”

your walls clenched against his fingers as his tongue slid down to collect your new liquids, his hair messy as it left your hands. your head fell back as your body relaxed, your heaving chest blocking the view for only moments before he stood over you.

completely clothed, his smug look never faded as he observed your naked body shake below him from just a single orgasm, “damn, when’s the last time someone fucked you?”

“what the fuck does that mean?” you propped your body up with irritation, his patronizing words once against digging deep under your skin.

he laughed in response as he tore his shirt off, your eyes widening at the way his muscles flexed against his other movements. removing the rest of his clothing swiftly, he made his way towards you with his cock in hand.

you were shocked, to say the least. he was large, bigger than anyone you’ve had before, veins thick against his girth as he pumped himself a few times, precum smeared against his tip from his arousal.

“you gonna answer my question, pretty girl?”

his hands found the small of your back once again as he laid you down gently, his sudden change in demeanor giving you whiplash as he watched you from above. rubbing his tip against your swollen clit, he threw his head back at the pleasure, grinding himself against your wetness before swearing to corrupt you completely.

“it’s been a while,” you admitted as he continued to press against your sensitive spots, his length finally finding your core, but not pushing through, “fuck, it’s been a while.”

“how long?” his eyes focused on your reaction as his tip slowly slid in, the slow and small thrusts entering you forcing your eyes to roll back from the stretch.

“months,” you breathed out, embarrassment filling your cheeks, “almost a year.”

he laughed once more, except this time it was different; as if he was baffled. his thrusts became harder, watching as you continued to swallow him whole inch by inch, the wet noises already filled the room as his balls slapped your skin when he fully entered, eyes clenching tight at the sensation.

“untouched for a year?” he mumbled to the ceiling, his hands gripping harshly against your plump thighs as the desk began to shake against his intensity, “i’ll make sure that never happens again.”

his pace was hungry as sweat filled the strands of his hair, eyes focused on how your tits bounced, or how your hands were pulling his shoulders closer to you. your nails successfully found his back as his chest flushed against your intimate skin, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you felt rewarding as your cries grew louder.

he sucked in a sharp breath as you pulled your legs up for a better angle, biting his lower lip to muffle any noise leaving his lips.

“what’s my name?”

“r…rintarou,” you whined as he pulled out fully, slamming back into your hips continuously to see the broken look of your features.

“louder.”

“rintarou!”

his muscles tensed at your touch, your walls tightening close around him, pushing you both into that peak you were seeking.

“almost there, pretty?” his hands rubbed your tender thighs, the gratification at the weak shake of your head sending him over, “good.”

his movements became harsher, yet sloppy. the end neared as you finally contracted against him, your orgasm pushing him into submission as he folded forward even more. clenching against him, milking every drop of his seed into you with the friction of each thrust. the spasm had him push one last fuck into you, stars filling his vision as you looked towards him lovingly.

a look that disregarded any ill words exchanged from the last few months, a look that spoke of a growing love.

his lips attacked yours once more as he still sat inside you, a combination of both of your arousal dripping onto the desk from your shaking thighs.

“suna rintarou,” you spoke softly against his plump lips, his green eyes watching yours with care as his hold against your waist kept you close.

“say the words, baby,” he whispered, every ounce of negativity that once filled his body now nonexistent as he finally obtained what he longed for, “say the words and i’m yours.”

“suna rintarou,” you repeated, stroking your hand against his jaw, “i’ve been wanting to do this since the day i met you.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah,” giggling at his sudden change in energy, you dealt the final blow, “starting today and ending three weeks from now, you are suspended from any official games that EJP plays in.”

“what-“

“if your behavioral issues continue, you’ll be arranged a meeting with the rest of the supervisory team and your position may be re-evaluated.”

pushing him off your body to grab your clothes that littered the floor, you peaked over you shoulder with the same look he gave his friends minutes prior, “that is all, suna. you may leave now.”

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Shake the World

Hi hi hi hi!!!

This is a submission for @zorotits collab exes and oh’s! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

Warnings: slight angst, smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, breeding, family talk

Word count: ~2.7K

You didn’t want to admit it, but Suna Rintarou had ruined you for other men. Even when you dated in high school, the fox like volleyball player was the standard. And you only dated for two years. Two whole years you gave to him, and he broke it off to focus on volleyball. You understood that, you really did and had even encouraged him to go pro. It just hurt how he broke up with you.

You were ready to head to his place and talk amicably about parting ways for the future. You were surprised when you walk in and see the Miya twins there and overhear their conversation.

“Good fer ya, Rin. She was holding ya back.”

“I wouldn’t say that, ‘Tsumu.”

“It’s true,” Osamu interjects. “When y’all weren’t talkin, that was the best ya ever played. Ya were more focused. Glad you dumped her.”

You slowly felt your heart break the more they talked.

“Yeah I guess you two are right,” 3rd year Suna sighs, “she’s supposed to be coming over to get her stuff so keep that talk to yourself. We did date for 2 years-“

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you in his doorway, tears falling freely as you angrily stared at him. His sharp green eyes were shocked then guilt ridden when he realized you had heard everything they said. “Is it true? Was I really holding you back that much?”

Suna watched the keys fall from your hands as well as the bag filled with his belongings. Shit, he didn’t think you’d find out this way or at all. He had thought you had been worth it. But after hearing what his best friends think, maybe it’s for the best. You were his weakness after all. He’s about to respond when Atsumu bursts through.

“She is really hot though so if ya still wanna fuck her- oh shit.” Suna quips his head to shut up the blond but it was too late. You throw his things at him and put your shoes back on.

“I fucking hate you Suna Rintarou. Never talk to me again.”

******

The champagne in your flute sparkles and fizzes as you swirl it around in your hand. You take another sip as your eyes scan the room from your lonely corner. Ten year high school reunions used to be something you looked forward to but since the break up? Not so much. You had thought you’d be with Suna, maybe married, potentially starting a family while you support him in his volleyball career. But no.

Of course you kept tabs on him, happy that he is succeeding in his calling and even saw him when he was in the Olympics. Your heart soared at his successes but the ache that came after was sharp. Those were things you thought you’d be there for him for and you just weren’t. It hurt you more than you wanted to admit but you had to suck it up. You take another sip, the light and bubbly taste tickling your tongue. A sigh leaves your lips as the party goes on around you. Most people looked at you with pity, knowing that Suna and the Miya twins were the talk of the reunion. It was hard not to look their way with everyone around them. Girls that had crushes on your ex would approach you with a half glass of wine for you saying:

“This must be so hard seeing him like this.”

“Does his success bother you? It would bug me for sure!”

“How are you not mad at him? But, he is single right? Like, you’re over him?”

“I heard you’re secretly engaged to someone! And they’re an athlete? Petty revenge, I like it. Cheers!”

You’d smile and chuckle along before taking a drink. To the world and your friends, you’re a growing music writer and producer working with a bustling network of artists and celebrities. The ring on your left hand is a sign of another aspect of your life. You’re unheard of finance has been the talk to gossip circles and friend chats. However, that’s not the front of it.

Your fame is being overshadowed by the truth of you being Suna Rintarou’s high school ex. The tabloids say all your success is because of him, saying that he got you all those jobs because of his name. It’s all bullshit. You worked your ass off at school, internships, and every other little odd job you had to make yourself who you are. Suna didn’t help you, he wasn’t fucking there. The worst thing you hear is when you’re now in earshot of the terrible threesome is when Gin loudly proclaims:

“So Suna, who’s thih you’re dating? Rumors are going crazy right now!”

Atsumu quickly interjects and wraps an arm around his foxish best friend. “Are ya kiddin? With our schedule,” he chuckles with a slur in his voice, “it’s amazin he’d have time for this! Plus!” Atsumu eagerly continues, “I’ve heard he’s of ta market.” Suna just shakes his blond friend off and sips at his drink. His hand fidgets in his pockets as he tries his hardest to avoid looking at you. The middle blocker knew you were gonna show up but it didn’t prepare him for actually seeing you. His heart lurches for what could have been and what should be. The both of you knew it was for the best but he didn’t wanna end it the way it did. Maybe having the twins over before truly parting ways wasn’t the best idea, but he had hoped one of them would talk him out of it and stick it out with you.

God, you really do look amazing tonight. He knows he has no right to think that right now, so he punches Atsumu’s side and strides over to the bar. Unsurprisingly, a crowd of fan girls follow him and he tries to hide his irritation. Sure he’s happy with all the attention of being a star athlete, but it’s his high school reunion can’t he have a little space? Just one night where he doesn’t have to be Suna Rintarou, EJP middle blocker and Olympic athlete. He wants to be Suna Rintarou, former Inarizaki volleyball player and best friend to the Miya twins. Of course he wants to capture this moment with funny videos and memes but he has to be more careful with what he posts after all. Any mention of his high school life and you’re thrown into the picture. Accusations that you used him left a sour taste in his mouth but his PR and manager told him not to interact.

He also kept tabs on you, smiling when he saw your name under popular artists. He remembered the dreams you had of working with them and was excited to see you achieving your dreams. The two of you made your dreams come true, maybe breaking up was the best thing for you two. Suna orders another whiskey sour and heads to an empty hallway. A deep sigh leaves his lips which then alerts you to his presence. Seems like the two of you had the same idea.

“Oh, it’s you.”

There’s no malice or ill intent in your voice as you eye him with contempt. You take a gulp and rest against the wall, eyes darting to the door of the private room to avoid his lingering stare, knowing you’ll fall into those sly emerald pools in front of you. You hear him clear his throat in front of you and you’re immediately drawn into him, inhaling his cologne that reminds you of being held in his arms in his bed, wearing his hoodie, riding him, cockwarming him…

“Is there somewhere we can talk?”

Your eyes are in a haze of lust that quickly dissipates and slightly sobers you up. His baritone voice catches you slightly off guard as this is the first time you hear it all night. You curtly nod and tilt your head to a disclosed room, a closet of sorts and the two of you step inside. You wait for him to lock the door before you drop all the weight you had been mentally holding. “Fucking finally.”

Suna quickly pulls you into a needy yet passionate kiss, hands cupping your face to keep you closer. Your hips rock into his as he pushes you up against the wall, locking your hands above your head with one hand and pulling a leg to wrap around his waist with the other. He groans into your mouth when he feels the heat and wetness from you rubbing his hard erection. He pulls away first, tantalizingly slow to drag his lips on your neck to leave seductive kisses on your skin. You breathe lightly into his ear and grip his hair tightly as you feel his fingers travel to your inner thigh and play with your exposed folds. His nose sharply inhales at how daring you are being so open like this as his fingers are coated with your essence before he slides two fingers inside of you. Both of you moan lowly, your hips gyrating up into him.

“Bunny,” he moans into your ear. “Have you been like this all night?” He pumps another finger into you and begins a slow pace. He sees you nod, doing your best to keep your voice down and snickers to himself. With a low whisper you softly respond.

“I, I hated all those bitches and Miya twins talking to you.

“Fuck I love when you get possessive babe. Touch me, I wanna feel your hand around me, baby.” His demand has you keening and knocking your head back in pleasure. You shake your head before licking your palm to lube his cock. He cocks an eyebrow at you. “No?”

You whimper out, “just quickly fuck me, less of a mess.” Your chest heaves as you feel his warm erection in your hand. The way he bucks into your hand reminds you of your high school days. Suna moans while biting his bottom lip before he lines up with your entrance and pushes in. Although he risks messing up your lipstick, he covers your mouth with his hand as he fucks up into you. You shiver and whimper, licking his palm as you feel him pulse inside you. You can feel how much he’s wanted you too. You didn’t miss the way his eyes would find yours during the party but you tried to shake it off. You couldn’t help it, he has you in his clutches and you don’t plan on being released any time soon.

Your nails dig into his button up as he pounds you harder against the wall. You feel your toes curl in your shoes as he hits that one sweet spot you love, a spot only he can reach. You know better than to leave remnants of your rendezvous but you’re feeling extra needy tonight and you need him badly. Suna rests his head in the juncture of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sweaty skin as his hips continue to roll into you. He knows you two don’t have much time so he whispers for you to lock your ankles around his waist so he can hold you up with one hand and rub your clit with the other. He kisses your lips to silence your whiny moans knowing damn well you love it when he does that. Your hips move erratically as you feel that coil within you about to release. Suna notices the signs and keeps going at his pace with his waist and fingers. His tongue inside you commands for you to cum with him, feeling his pre spilling into you already. You let out an extra high whimper behind his lips as his breathing changes, pulling away to catch your expression as he spills his seed inside you. The two of you ride out your orgasms until his balls are empty. The empty closet is hot and smells of the two of you, a smell you didn’t realize you missed.

Suna slowly lets you down and sits you carefully on the floor. He keeps your legs spread to insert a finger. He hushes you as you keen into his touch. “Sh sh baby, gotta keep it all in, yeah? Don’t want a mess, and besides I thought we were trying for a family?” You eye him in disbelief before rolling your eyes and pulling your underwear from your purse and putting them on.

“I had a backup plan,” you chuckle. You pat the space next to you and wait for him to join you against the wall, his hand resting atop yours. “Still the king of barely there aftercare.”

He flicks your head before letting you rest it on his shoulder. “We’re in a bar closet, there’s not much here.” His thumb rubs comforting circles on the back of your hand and the two of you sigh deeply. “Bun, we’ve gotta tell them at some point.”

You breathe deeply in exhaustion. “I know, but you’re almost done with the season, and I’ve got my projects. With how we acted tonight, we can’t just go out and say “just kidding, we’re engaged and planning a family”. I don’t think they’ll take that very well.”

Suna laughs at your quick quip and sarcasm, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “True, but I wanna see the look on ‘Sumu and ‘Samu’s faces when I tell them we got together 3 years ago. They think I hate you.”

“And the world thinks I haven’t worked hard enough to get where I am.” Suna kisses your forehead at this before commenting,”well in a way, I did help with some- ow!”

You had flicked his head with a pout. “I only asked you cause the company was really interested in your team! That’s all. But,” you sigh in defeat, “it would help erase and ease some of the rumors and tension. And besides,” you lift your left hand to admire the ring he meticulously picked out for you.

“I’m tired of hiding who got me this amazing ring.”

“Plus Kita and Aran figured it out,” Suna adds as he stands and lends you a hand. His laughs at your dropped jaw and helps you look somewhat normal. If he’s being honest, breaking up with you was the best and worst thing for him. He got what he wanted but also realized who he was without you and wanted to be part of your life. All the missed important dates in both of your lives was due to schedule conflicts but the two of you had private celebrations. Both of your managers knew of your relationships and did their best to conceal it so the two of you could focus on your careers. It really was for the best, you think as you check yourself in your phone camera before hearing the door unlock. Rin looks back at you with a soft smile with his hand held out.

“Are you ready to shake up the world?”

*****

Bonus

When the two of you return to the party, all eyes are on you as Suna lifts your left hand and proclaims that you’re his fiancé and have been together in secret for years. You threaten after that if any of them lean this info that you will have all of them doxxed. Suna shakes his head and says, “she’s joking, but seriously. Don’t.”

Atsumu and Osamu have matching expressions as the two of you approach them. Both of them sputtering out “we’re so sorry, we didn’t know, we’re such dicks,” yadda yadda before you silence them both.

“Turns out, we are better apart. But we’re our best when we are together. Suck on that!”

“She’s a little drunk.”

You snort, “on your dick.”

“Alright, we’re leaving. And if any tabloid asks, we left separately.”

The atmosphere shifts when you leave and the Miya twins just gape at each other. The blond speaks first.

“You owe me 1000 yen.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. . .ᐟ — s. rintaro

—✩ content: established relationship, timeskip! suna, reader is female (she/her pronouns), tooth-rotting fluff.

—✩ author’s note: first post and it’s for none other than suna. its been a while since i write so forgive me if this is rusty heh...

Dating a famous volleyball player means you have to deal with unnecessary fans. Fans who are desperate to do anything to get their attention, even if it means putting themselves in embarrassing situations. You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be in a romantic relationship with Suna Rintarou. You had known one another since high school and you were by his side through thick and thin. 

After graduating from high school and entering the corporate industry, you managed to secure a stable job for yourself. With the combined salaries from both of you, you were living a rather decent life. Currently, you were in the VIP seats as you watched the rather intense match unfolding itself before your very eyes. You tuned out your surroundings, focusing on your lover as he moved across the court with years of experience. 

You dug your nails into the fabric of your high-waisted pants, chewing on your bottom lip as you mentally prayed that they would win the final round. And to no one’s surprise, they won. The entire place was engulfed with outstanding applause and cheering noises, as the audience rose to their feet to clap enthusiastically. You wasted no time in leaving your seat, heading down so you could greet and congratulate your lover. 

You nodded in acknowledgement to the manager, waving at Suna’s teammates as they made way for you to approach the middle-blocker. You could never get enough with how his eyes lit up, how the smile stretched across his face when they landed on your approaching figure. Knowing he was all sweaty, you merely stopped before him and gave him a smile. 

“Well done, Rin. I’m proud of you,” you spoke up, voice crystal clear despite all the commotion occurring in the background. 

The middle blocker’s features softened, eyes now filled with nothing but pure love and adoration. “Thanks, love.” 

“Mm, I always knew you could win,” you teased him, playfully nudging your elbow against his and your action elicited an amused chuckle from him. 

“Of course I-”

“Excuse me, Suna. Is it alright for me to interview you for a short while?” 

A professional female voice interrupted your conversation, rudely cutting in and even went as far as to shove you to the side. You would have fallen flat to the ground if Osamu was not quick enough to catch you. Nodding your thanks to him, you turned to your lover and sniggered at the evident annoyance on his face. You knew how much he disliked being asked to do interviews as according to him, the industry is filled with nothing but nosy people who kept poking their noses into his private life. 

He wanted to reject the woman but a warning glare from his manager made him reluctantly accept it. Not wanting to distract Suna, you moved away from him and mingled amongst his teammates, chatting and laughing with them. You did all of that while remaining blissfully oblivious to how your lover was staring at you, flames of jealousy burning in the depths of his stomach. 

“..na? Um, Suna?” 

“Huh?”

He blinked, snapping back to reality and turned his attention to the interviewer, who had a mild annoyed look on her face but it vanished in a blink of an eye. She plastered a fake and professional smile, pushing the mic closer to his mouth so it could clearly pick up his voice. 

“I was actually asking if you have a girlfriend or not?” 

“...What?” He owlishly blinked his eyes, rather taken aback at the bold and daring move she pulled off in front of the camera. 

“Did you not hear me the first time? I said-”

“No, I heard you loud and clear. I am so glad to answer your question, just give me a minute,” he flashed her a closed-eye smile before heading over to where you were. 

“...then poor Rintarou nearly fell from the- What the!” 

You were in the middle of telling an embarrassing moment about your beloved lover when you were abruptly dragged away from his teammates. Suna turned a deaf ear to your protests and struggles; his strength completely overpower yours. He eventually stopped before the interviewer and without warning, pulled you in for a searing kiss. You went as stiff as a statue, limbs and mind frozen. 

A part of you was well-aware of how he had revealed your relationship to the entire world and another part of you was starting to panic over how his career might be at stake, now that everyone knows about the two of you. The kiss ended as fast as it started. Suna pulled away with a smug look on his face, right hand resting on your waist as he made direct eye contact with the camera. 

“I hope that answers your question. Thanks for the interview, see you never.”

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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↬ a/n: oh to be kabedoned by haikyuu men

𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗨 ↬

he would be shocked at first

and he'd look you up and down, then smirk

"what do you think you're doing?"

you just stare at him and don't respond

after like five seconds he switches the positions and kabedons YOU instead

his arm resting near your head while you're standing there like an idiot

he soon pushes himself off of you

since he's a bit of a tease he'd say something like

"not so bold now are we, love?"

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨 ↬

I can imagine him staring right back at you with a deadpan face

with his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to say something or let him go

"...you done?"

you click your tongue in defeat, removing your arms from the wall

he chuckles at your solemn expression

"what were you trying to accomplish?"

"damn. 'Tsumu and I made a bet on how you would react to me kabedoning you, now I owe him two ongiris..."

he shrugged and gave you a pat on your head

"better luck next time"

𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝗞𝗘𝗜 ↬

this mf just scoffs at you and steps under your arms

then has the audacity to slap one of them down so you bump your head on the wall

he's just watching you rub your head in pain, and sadistically smirks

"aww, does it hurt? maybe don't kabedon me next time."

he can be such a bitch honestly

but he makes up for it by giving you a forehead kiss <3

𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗬𝗢𝗨 ↬

POOR CHILD WOULD GET SCARED AND THEN BE HELLA CONFUSED

"umm... what are you doing?" he'd ask you

you didn't reply and started to gaze into his honey brown eyes

he would feel really unsettled, as it gives him flashbacks to when kageyama was scary asf during their practice match with seijoh

but then he gets all flustered and turns red in the face <3

you giggle and let him go

you don't give him any further explanation for the rest of the day :)

𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜 ↬

this bitch would stare right back at you with a grin on his face

"oh~ so it's a staring contest now?"

he would get closer and closer to you, making you lean back every time

eventually he gets you to release him, and he laughs at you

"sorry honey~ you tried!"

then he would just WALK AWAY like nothing even fucking happened and hum to himself about his victory

you're just standing there like-

"tf"

𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 ↬

as soon as you kabedon him, he malfunctions

no one has been this close to him before in this kind of situation

he would blush and avoid your eye contact

his eyes just dart around the room and you find it kind of cute how he panics

"you okay tadashi?"

"y-yup! totally fine!"

his voice goes up by two octaves :')

you move away and he stays in the same spot

and y'all are just looking at each other

yamaguchi.exe has stopped working

𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗜 ↬

his mouth would lift up into a settle smirk and he'd roll his eyes

and they would PIERCE into yours

like his eyes hit diff

then you look away from his face

he brings his right hand to your jaw and gently pulls it towards him

"why so shy now?"

you gulp and avoid his eye contact

"I hate that makki forced me to do this..."

he laughs quietly

"you did well, sweetheart"

and just like kuroo, he kabedons you back <3

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𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨 ↬

pls he would of already started recording before you even tripped

because y'all were goofing around at 3am blasting "why'd you only call me when you're high" by arctic monkeys in your shared wireless earbuds

he was recording you running backwards, in hopes you'll trip so he can keep it for blackmail

and guess what? his wishes were granted

"rinnn~ look at me- FUCK!"

you landed on your ass, rolling around on the pavement while grasping it and laughing

he was slightly wheezing behind the camera, his phone was shaking from his laughter

"I- you alright?" he would ask you

"my fucking ass is in pain"

thinking of a response, he smirks

"aww, want me to kiss it for you?"

you immediately felt better after he said that </3

𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜 ↬

akaashi would let out a soft chuckle at first then immediately help you up

you guys were on your way to the library to issue a couple of books to bring home

while you were busy looking at a cute shirt inside a nearby shop, the tip of your shoe got caught in one of the many cracks of the sidewalk you both were walking on

since you two were holding hands, he was dragged down with you

"ouch- sorry keiji! I wasn't looking"

he lets out a soft laugh and gives you a hand to grab

"it's alright, love. just be careful next time"

you nodded and slightly winced when you stood up

he noticed your expression turn into a grimace for a split second

"are you hurt?"

"n-nope! not at all. now let's go-"

you tried to continue walking, but he wasn't budging

"keiji?"

"we'll go to the library another day, we need to go back and check that ankle of yours"

and he forces you to go back home with him to make sure you're FULLY okay

𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 ↬

kita, a literal god, he manages to catch you before you fall to the ground

so you guys were doing some work on the farm. making sure everything was growing properly, maybe harvest some crops along the way

as you were making your way to kita, who was crouched down and picking some beautiful red strawberries that were currently in season, you didn't notice a substantially deep divot in the soil in front of you

"hey shin-shin! I got the- SHIT"

you ended up dropping the equipment you brought over

but fortunately, kita quickly stood up and caught you mid-fall, completely dismissing the fallen tools

"you okay, dear?"

you look up at his figure, sheepishly smiling and nodding to his question

"I'm fine! also sorry about the equipment, I'll pick them up"

as you were trying to pry out of his hold, he tightened his hold on your frame

"um, shinsuke?"

"let's just stay here for a bit longer"

and so you stayed like that for a little while longer, until you kept reminding him of the forgotten mess on the dirt-ground

𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔 𝗞𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘 ↬

he'd just stare at you for a bit, but then help you up :)

you were walking home with him instead of kuroo, since he had to run an errand. because you two didn't want kenma getting run over while playing Mario <3

as he was playing his video games, you were conversing as normal. he'd nod along to your words, letting you know he was listening

in the middle of explaining a story, your foot stepped on a broken pen- causing you to fall forward

your hands scraped itself against the concrete, your knees doing the same

"d-damn..."

you carefully stood up while apologising for your clumsiness

"sorry kenma! I didn't see that pen there..."

realising he was staring, he slipped his console in his pocket and gently wrapped his hands around you, slowly lifting you up

"u-um... are you alright?" he shifted his gaze to the small droplets of blood running down your knees and elbows

"I don't think I am? considering I'm bleeding..."

he hummed and wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders, hoping he was useful in some way

"we can stop by my house to get some bandaids or something"

"are you sure?"

"mhm, w-we can also play some games if you want..."

"YES!"

so you and kenma played video games until 2am

luckily, it wasn't a school day