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{ ♡ } — texts from ex bf atsumu.
summary: you get a random 3am text from your ex boyfriend miya atsumu.
an: hay!! there will be another parts to suna’s, im just having a little trouble with that currently. so here’s texts from ex atsumu while y’all wait!!
injured
the characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya
warnings:mentions of hospitals, injuries, a car accident, sport injuries
kiyoomi sakusa
- it wasn’t even his fault, that’s what pained him the most on his way to the ER
- it was a driving accident, and he’s an excellent driver
- someone was just driving drunk while he was coming back home from practice
- and he knew he should be extremely thankful that he managed to avoid most of the crush, yet still, not only did his beloved car got- damaged, to say at least, but he was just so mad
- The paramedics talked with him, as they were supposed to, but when they asked what did he do in life and he said he’s a pro volleyball player, the scared look their faces freaked him out even more
- “Anyone you want to contact?” they asked, and he nodded, mumbling your contact information.
- Got even more scared when he heard your voice on the line, but would he ever show? Of course not.
- As it turned out, his arm was broken in a really nasty place, and the wound was open, so he had to sign papers for an operation
“I’m really fine, Y/N, can you just not make it a big deal and ask for the release on demand papers?” he whined in a weak voice, staring at your back, as you were glancing out the window in his room, as if you were searching something in the city’s night sky.
You were staying terribly silent.
“I’m not going to beg, you know, I’m asking for help but I’m perfectly capable of doing so myself, watch me” he said in an aggresive manner, taking the the bedsheets off and searching for some sort of shoes to wear. At that moment he tried to lift himself up from the bed and hissed when the broken arm touched the bedframe. It made you turn around.
“Lay down you big baby” you said in the most demanding manner you could, trying to stop silent tears flowing from your eyes before facing him, but judging from his expression, you failed.
You sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the blanket back on, still not willing to lift your eyes.
His mind got hazy with worry as he studied your busy figure, and voice suddenly refused to leave his throat.
“It wasn’t my fault, you know” he mumbled in his defense “No need to be angry with me”
“I know it wasn’t” you replied, softer than before. “That’s why I’m worried” you lifted your gaze to meet his, making his heart drop at the sight of your teary eyes.
“I was… trying not to focus on that right now, you know?” he started to play with the material of the blanket with his other hand. “Though it was the very first thing I thought about when I saw my arm bleeding”
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused, noticing the nervous behaviour.
“Well, didn’t you mean volleyball?” he asked, his voice breaking in the middle “I don’t want to find out I can’t play… yet” at this point you were sure his fingers weren’t just playing, but visibly trembling. “You know” he said with a bittersweet smile “I don’t have any other plan, and I’m already too stressed today to be given an information that a minor shithead on the road may actually ruin—”
You gently touched his hand, making him stop spiraling, and loosely wrapped your pinky around his.
“I’ve already know the answer to that. You just need to let it grow back together, and you’ll be back to playing in no time. Besides, we’re off season, right? Who else would be able to catch up in two or three months of practice if not you?” you smiled brightly at your surprised boyfriend, his eyes visibly lighting up after he heard you say that.
“Did you hear that from the doctor?”
“Well, I didn’t make it up, did I?” you giggled, noticing the slight smile on his lips, but it disappeared soon after.
“What’s wrong, then?”
“Oh, nothing, just… I was worried for you for a second” you whispered, somehow embarrassed, making him raise an eyebrow.
“But didn’t they tell you immediately what happened exactly?”
“They did, just… made me realize how easy it would be to…” you stopped, and turned away, not wanting to burden him with your own emotions.
Nevertheless, he caught up in what was going on, and patted a seat closer to him on the bed, so you’d move there, gently hugging you with one arm after you did.
“I’m sorry. I can’t even promise you anything, it’s just that things happen sometimes, and you can’t do anything about it.”
“Keep talking like that, and I won’t let you leave the house again.”
He laughed a bit.
“Look, I can say that I’m never gonna let anyone and anything make me hurt you, leave you, or make you cry. Got it?”
“How can you—”
“Got it?”
“Got it.”
atsumu miya
- boy was he pissed off
- it was such a big match
- and sorry not sorry, he didn’t consider the other setter a perfect match for his standards
- nevertheless, the match was put on break for a minute, and his teammates gathered around him as he laid flat on the stretcher, the paramedics somewhere around
- what happened, you might ask?
- he had no idea what Hinata did while Ushijima was serving, but he somehow made much noise in the background, as if he fell, or something, Atsumu didn’t remember correctly, but it made him turn around
- it made him turn around in the exact same moment Ushijima finally hit the ball
- and needless to say, the ball soon after hit the back of Atsumu’s head.
- he remembered a sharp pain for a second, and then, from what he was told, he passed out
- after he woke up, he felt terrible, yet kept insisting that he can play, because nothing mattered more than winning against the Adlers, right?
- well his teammates, coach, and the paramedics that were already called for had a different view on the subject
- as well as you, his s/o, who still didn’t get to get through the crowd by the stands
“Fuck, Atsumu, how much does it hurt?” he heard Sakusa ask, making him open his eyes and give him a tired smile.
“Awh, you used my first name, I might cry”
His teammate rolled his eyes.
“You scared the shit out of me, you idiot. Who in their right mind turns around on serves?” he scolded the blond man with a serious look on his face, but Atsumu couldn’t find it in himself to care.
That is, until he heard your voice shouting his name, that’s when he got a bit scared.
You were soon by his side, a worried look in your eyes, as your fingers ran through his sweaty hair.
“Hi darling” he said with a smug smile on his face, but the wet trail under his eyes and pale condition informed you about his true state. “No need to worry, I’m fine, they’re all overreacting”
“Y/N, please tell your boyfriend that as much as we hate his dumb ass sometimes, no one wants him to suffer from an untreated concussion, so if he would just shut up and do as the medics tell him, that would be great” Kiyoomi sighed, and you nodded, looking at Atsumu and pointing to the tall spiker.
“He’s right baby, you need to be smart about this”
Atsumu finally gave up and accepted that he won’t be playing tonight.
“Since you like to brag about your service aces, win it for me, will ya?” he asked, while the paramedics already started to move him to the ambulance outside.
“Well we can’t promise any—”
“We will, Tsumu!” Bokuto yelled, covering Sakusa’s mouth, to his pure digust.
You went with him to the ambulance, and as soon as the door closed behind the both of you, you noticed a change of attitude on Atsumu’s face.
“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, but since he didn’t respond, you brought a hand to his face to make him turn to you.
“Yea, yeah I’m just a tiny bit… dizzy.” he explains, words blurring together as he pushes his face against your hand.
“Dizzy? You should’ve mentioned that earlier, Tsumu, this can be really serious!” you started to worry, but realized that’s not gonna help in any way.
“A bit, I’m a little tired, you know?” he said in a weak voice, smiling gently.
“Shh, hey, focus on me, alright? If you fall asleep, I’ll have to tell the medics. Keep your eyes open for me”
“Y/N, I got hit by a ball, I’m not bleeding to death” he laughed, but you could clearly see the fear in his eyes, he absolutely despised hospitals, and both of you were painfully aware of that fact.
“Just do as I tell you, or I’ll freak out”
“Alright alright, you weirdo” he sighed, focusing his eyes on your face. The smile slowly fading away as he kept thinking about the match he was missing currently.
“They’ll win” you whispered “They’re strong enough on their own” you kept calming him, pushing his hair out of his face, your touch relaxing his mind a bit.
“That’s what I’m afraid of”
haikyuu!! characters as bed sharing AU’s
taken of pinterest!
characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, miya atsumu, kenma kozume, suna rintaro, tobio kageyama, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji
kiyoomi sakusa - the “you have too much nightmares, let me try this method on you”
- When you look at Sakusa, you wouldn’t guess any of his weaknesses… well except for one maybe
- He always speaks so confidently, if he doesn’t feel secure, he just doesn’t speak
- So even if you’ve been their manager for… several years, you still know as much about this man’s weaker sides as if you met him yesterday, or even less.
- The surprise on your face when you binge watched a series at night, and you suddenly felt the scream definitely coming from outside your headphones was indescribable
- Was the room next to yours… Sakusa’s?
- you thought nothing of it, but night after night, you heard a lot more, you heard crying, ventilating, calling out random names, and finally you decided that not only is this interrupting your sleep, it’s not healthy for the wing spiker either
- come on, the next day is game day, he has to be on his best abilities
- nobody wants to deal with grumpy kiyoomi,
nobody has the guts - so you remember a method your friend has told you about that their s/o uses on them
- it took a lot of courage, but there you are, about to knock on his door…
Sakusa flinched hearing knocks on his door. That definitely wasn’t just a comeback from a dream. Someone’s knocking on his door. Was he being too loud? Did he wake someone up? He prays that it’s just someone wanting something, even if it’s around 2AM, and who on earth would want someone at 2AM.
Normally he would’ve been pissed off, but now he wished for this scenario to come true.
He put on a hoodie before opening the door, since it was cold outside the sheets, besides, who wants to see him in his underwear, right? Especially if it’s marvel themed-
The look on his face when he sees his crush on the other side of the door is priceless. He can practically feel his face going all red.
“Can I help you?” he clears his throat and says lazily, pretending to be annoyed by the fact you allegedly woke him up, even though the tears still flow down his cheeks.
“No, but I can help you” you say, just as embarrassed as he is, and it doesn’t help when he raises his eyebrows like that, so you quickly add “That is, if you like, please feel comfortable to tell me to piss off if I’m being too much, but I have a friend with a problem simmilar to yours and I just…”
“Okay, I’m listening” he interrupts, causing you to look up at him.
When you explain the idea to him, he’s more than pessimistic, he’s laughing in your face, mumbling something about how he thanks you for your concern, but…
You took the opportunity that you’re both sitting on his bed, and just lay on your back.
“Come on, just try”
“No!” he answers almost immediately, but, as he’s also a man of logic…
He really has to be on his best tomorrow, and you’re his only hope at the moment. He reluctantly lays down next to you, and your hand guides his face near your neck.
“Fine, but only so you stop with this idea already. It’s not gonna work.”
You’re both extremely out of your comfort zones, but you’re slowly adjusting. You feel him nuzzle closer, and your hair just instinctly lands in his hair, curling one little curl on your finger.
His showergel smells amazing, by the way. It puts you to sleep instantly, but you know you can’t be the one to pass out first. After a while of silence, you ask him if his trial run has expired already, but there’s no response. His breath evens out, and you’re too afraid to stir away far enough to check if his eyes are closed.
“Kiyoomi? Are you asleep?” you ask, but again, there’s no response.
Oh well.
The next morning he’s so embarrassed that the idiotic idea worked, he can’t even look you in the eyes at breakfast.
atsumu miya as “you’ve been so dejected lately i feel too bad to leave you alone at night”
- He didn’t ask for this at all, but yet you ended up being his roommate.
- A roommate who was recently going through an extemely tough time.
- Seriously, even he feels bad seeing you all in tears all the time, mindless look and not paying attention to anything
- Even though you weren’t each other’s favorite people in the world before, you ended up getting closer over the fact that he was the only one to see you at the worst moments
- You hated that, but what can you do, there’s no safer place to cry in than your dorm
- And even though he kinda made fun of it at first, the longer it kept going, the more concerned he’d get
- It got to a point where he literally wouldn’t leave you alone
- While still pretending not to like you, of course
- Have you eaten? Have you drank something? Have you even left your bed today? How long did you sleep last night? Not at all? You idiot, start taking care of yourself.
- You dumbass, you dummy, you moron, you absolute fricking mess
- Some of your friends consider him your boyfriend, judging from the messages you get from him
- “Dummy, there’s a granola bar in your bag, better eat it” “Hey idiot, I had to run to practice early today. Are you feeling less shitty than yesterday?”
- He noticed that, as it is logical, your mood proggressively gets worse as you get tired
- And that you actually learned how to cry without sobbing so you don’t wake him up, how thoughtful of you
- Well your mistake, now you have an 80kg volleyball player over you.
“Atsu, what’re you doing?” you ask in a tired voice, covering your face with a pillow.
“You’re crying.” he states bluntly, staring at you like a four-year-old.
“Observant, are we?”
“Hey. Dumbass. You didn’t cry for so long already, what happened?” he whispers, sitting by your side, and you can’t mumble words, feeling so ashamed you want to disappear. You fall on your back and pretend not to notice the question.
He sighs audiably.
“Alright then, just know you brought this on yourself” he states, and before you can ask why, he’s already laying beside you.
“W-what’re you doing?” you scream-whisper, right into his blonde hair, and he shivers at the feeling.
“I’m comforting you, isn’t it obvious, you moron?” he hisses. “Although, I can see my mistake now” he states, and you think he’s gonna go back to his own bed, but no, he grabs you by the waist and rolls over, so now you lay on top of him, flustered as ever, thankful for the light being off, at least he doesn’t see your tomato-like face.
“But- Atsumu, please go to your own bed” you plea, but he shakes his head, eyes already closed.
“Nu-uh” he answers “Yours is more comfy, anyway” he jokes, making you chuckle through the tears.
He puts his hand on the back of your head and puts it on his chest.
“Goodnight, dipshit” he whispers, and you manage to fall alseep listening to the steady beat of his heart.
No tears, he’d feel them anyway.
kenma kozume as “the heater broke and i’m cold as hell, can you come here?”
- this should not have happened
- the guy looks miserable
- but, you see, he’s doesn’t have the biggest amount of muscles in his body, his not as ripped as his highschool friends
- body fat? also no, he’s a skinny, fairly tall boy who gets cold really easily
- for real, he’s wearing a hoodie at all times, and in winter, he looks like a shell of himself
- so you’re over at Kuroo’s house on a New Year’s party
- the party ended like an hour ago, everyone is asleep
- (Lev’s gonna be so dead when Yaku wakes up and finds the tall guy’s head on his stomach)
- you’re almost sound asleep in Kuroo’s guest bedroom, so gracefully given to you by the host
- the only other person in the room is Kenma, who originally slept in Kuroo’s room together with his best friend, but got annoyed by the weird questions him and Bokuto kept asking
- so he asked you if he can sleep on the couch in the room
- why wouldn’t you say yes?
- earlier that night Kuroo burnt pizza in the oven, so you all opened almost every window in the house to get the smell to leave
- and kinda forgot to close the ones in the bedrooms
- but no worries, you have a radiator
- …right?
- why is the radiator set on the highest temperature and still stone cold?
- well, doesn’t matter, you can just wrap yourself in the heavy sheets
- Kenma, on the other hand, only has a small blanket
- And since it’s a party, he’s wearing a shirt, not a hoodie
- The boy’s freezing
“Hey, are you asleep?” you hear a very quiet whisper coming from the couch.
“Thought you’re here cause you couldn’t stand the chit-chat, Kenma?” you ask with a grin on your face.
“Yeah, right. Sorry.” he mumbles and you hear him shift in his spot, visibly annoyed by the circummstances. There’s a moment of silence, in which he can feel his face almost burn down from embarrassment.
Oh, my god, you sound like you’re annoyed with him here. Areyou? Come on, tell him you aren’t. He should just let you sleep.
But does he really want to spend the rest of his night feeling his feet hurt from cold? Fuck, Kuroo, you and your stupid pizza.
He gets up, tightly wrapped in his blanket, and checks the radiator.
“It’s definitely broke” he sighs, touching the cold surface, and turns back to the couch, falling on it face down, letting out a groan.
You giggle at his action, and he opens his eyes immediately, hearing the sound of your voice.
“Kenma… I offered you the bed once already, it’s warmer” you start, but he raises his hand and shakes it in a disagreeing gesture.
“No no, please, don’t worry” he mumbles against the couch, trying to ignore the, ironically, burning sensation in his legs. Is this a bedroom or is this Antarctica?
“Oh, come on” you say, opening the sheets. “We don’t want you to freeze, do we now?”
Oh my god, what did you do. There’s so much thoughts racing through his mind right now. Should he do it? It sounds so nice… But should he really?
Fuck it, he thinks, you’re offering, he can’t turn down an offer from you.
He lazily walks over to the bad and lays down next to you, at a reasonable distance, only to hear you laugh again. He spares you an annoyed glance, and you shake your head slightly, rolling over next to him, covering him with the sheets you have wrapped around yourself so tightly, and using his chest as a pillow.
Hold on, that’s not what he signed up for. Why are you… How…?
He hesitantly and gently puts his arm around you, relaxing his body, the scent of your shampoo making him slightly dizzy.
Please don’t notice how fast his heart is racing. This is fine. It doesn’t mean anything, he can promise.
rintaro suna as “hey dude, i hear cuddling helps you sleep, wanna try?”
- the most chill person out there
- literally you would never have guessed how nervous he was before asking you
- it’s just another week, another game and another hotel you are all staying in
- and fate is definitely on his side today, since his bedroom is literally next door to yours
- he got to your door and left without doing anything about three times before he eventually decided to be a man and knock
- has a master plan in his mind
- he’s gonna show you a website with an article about how cuddling (allegedly) makes you sleep better
- and he’s just gonna be so causal about it
- he’s just gonna knock, put on an emotionless smirk and ask you, just like he always does
- but here’s the think, he’s not so chill on the outside
- “how should I call them? their name? a pet name? bro? no, too much”
- but, he does end up knocking
“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” you turn your head to the door to see a figure of Suna in only his underwear and an oversize t-shirt with the logo of some metal band.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you ask, voice hoarse as you were already drifting off.
“I read this super cool thing, wanna see?” he seems not to mind your comment, as he walks over to your bed and practically throws himself beside you, not minding you laying there, shoving his phone in your hands.
“… help you fall asleep in just three minutes…” you’re mumbling under your breath as you read the headline. “Rin, this sounds so fake” you laugh, falling back on your pillows, as he sighs.
“I wanna try, and it’s either you or Kita, and he gives me serial killer vibes” he mutters, earning yet another serie of laughter from you.
But seeing the serious hint in his eyes, you lift your hands in surrendering gesture.
“Go on with it, Mr Romantic” you state, watching in amusement as he groans at the comment and burries his face in your pillow.
You’re sure this is him considering this mission a failed one and giving up, but then he looks up
“Well, are you coming?” he asks completely serious, and you have nothing left to do than hug him and settle your face in the crook of his neck, not minding as his breathing lifts your hair from time to time and tingles your skin.
Can someone feel your blush through their skin? You surely hope not.
tobio kageyama as the almighty “the hotel room has only one king size bed and we need to share”
- He never would’ve thought his teammates would betray him like this
- What the hell do they mean there’s only two people rooms available and they’re all in pairs already
- Honestly, primary school all over again
- ugh
- His perfectly happy to be sleeping alone, when he finds out you’re his roommate
- this is fine tobio, don’t freak out
- well he’s composed about it
- a little bit of a “tch” and “well I guess there’s nothing we can do about it”
- internally he’s a little girl now, but you never would’ve guessed judging by the annoyed grimace on his face
- because how does it matter if you’re sleeping in the same room, it’s not like he was planning to run around naked, right?
- it all changes once you press the card to open the room, and when he so gentleman-like lets you enter first, you find out there’s only one, big, king sized bed for couples exclusively
- the only thing missing are rose petals and candles prepared for newlyweds
- you try so so hard not to burst out laughing
- when he enters, he becomes as white as the walls around
- he can’t process this,
what the fu- - bet he’s spending hours at the reception desk explaining it’s a huge mistake
- unfortunately, these were the only rooms left, sorry not sorry, you’re sleeping together
- and that brings you to the situation you’re in currently
He’s almost over the edge of making a wall of pillows between you two. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit offended by it, but you know he’s probably just super hyper embarrassed.
“Yama, who don’t you trust, me, or yourself?” you ask with a proud grin painting your lips as you sit on your side, sheets tucked around your waist, back rested on the wall behind you.
He gives you an annoyed glance, before answering:
“It’s not that”
Once he says that, he proceeds to somehow nestle himself in, but he looks like one of those dolls that come with a bedroom furnishing, almost lifeless, resting on his back with hands straight down his body, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“Relax, will you?” you giggle “You have a game tomorrow, grumpy face”
He rolls his eyes.
You shake your head and turn off the light, mumbling a quiet goodnight, as you turn to your side and place a hand under your head, back facing Kageyama.
Well, this is gonna be a long night, or so you think, up until he falls asleep.
You can physically feel him move around, and you think that’s what’s keeping you awake.
It takes a while for you to realize the star valley ball player is getting unconsciously closer, up until you can feel his breath on your neck.
Ironically enough, it’s you who’s all stiff and nervous now, when suddenly you feel his arm go around your waist.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me” you mutter, but he shifts dangerously when you speak, so you have to give up side commentary.
You decided to tease him just a bit. He’s the one who’s gonna be flustered when he wakes up, you’re on a winning side by being awake.
You smile to yourself before shifting your body closer to his. He sighs contently, almost making you laugh.
Oh how you want him to wake up and see already.
tetsuro kuroo as “we fell asleep on the couch together and now my hand is in your hair and you’re breathing directly on my neck”
- you’re over studying, or just helping him with something
- the point is, you were working all day
- at some point he suggests getting pizza
- hell yeah, pizza
- you order a little bit too much of it, but since you both are suckers for pizza, nobody can back up first
- and as you know, people tend to get sleepy after they eat too much
- he has a wide couch, so you can both lay beside each other without having to lay ON each other
- and as you tend to get a little bit sleepy, you both shift to lay down instead of sitting, still focused on the work, though
- you don’t know why, you don’t know how but it just happens that you fall asleep
- you obviously don’t see what happens after that, but Kuroo notices you asleep when he asks you multiple questions and you repeatedly don’t answer, he got it like around question number 4
- “Lazy much, huh, sleeping beauty?” he mutters to himself, but smiles unconsciously as he glances at your stoic face
- and as if that subconsciously impacted his brain, soon enough he can’t find it in himself to keep his eyes open as well.
Kuroo wakes up to an annoying pain in his neck, causing him to hiss and automatically want to place his hand on the place that ached. Whoops, did he fall asleep on the couch again? Oh well, didn’t he have work to do?
He lifts his hand as he wanted to, but suddenly he feels something shift beneath it, and when he looks down to see you, with your head rested on his chest, breathing slowly, a peaceful smile on your face.
Your legs are tangled with his in some unexplicable manner, and as the man of logic he so obviously is, he can’t even begin to understand how that happened.
Especially why his hand feels so in place, holding you by the waist, closer to himself, and the other one lost somewhere in your hair.
You shift your head slightly up, and sigh contently, now breathing directly on the exposed part of his neck. He somehow manages to not shiver at the tingling sensation, getting more and more flustered by the second.
His heart rate inscreases drastically, making him realize he’s stressed like he’d never been before, as he tries to make up his mind about whether to wake you up, gently push you off and let you rest, or maybe stay in place.
He feels attracted to the last one, but knows it’d only be unfair to you.
But you could wake up if he moved you, and you had a long day, after all…
Maybe he’s gonna let you stay there. Not for long, only five… more… minutes…
keiji akashi as “you’re staying over at my place, you take the bed, i’ll sleep on the floor. no, really, i’m comfortable on the floor. GEEZ FINE we’ll both take the bed, ya happy now?
- You wanna know what got you in this situation huh
- well, you were over for dinner, but it started raining really heavily
- like, really really heavily
- and akaashi being the sweetheart that he is, can’t let you go home like that
- it’s a long way to the train station, you’re gonna get sick, and what if there’s a traffic accident? he can’t have that
- (he just wants to spend more time with you but shh about that)
- doesn’t matter how hard you try to convince him you’re gonna be fine. you’re staying and that’s final
- it’s cute, he’s cute when he’s worried
- well that brings you to where you are currently, already after your shower, dressed in one of akaashi’s t-shirts, oh this feels so couple-ish
- you wait for him to finish with his night time routine in his room, admiring all the posters and childhood pictures he has
he has the first ever selfie bokuto took with him framed- when he comes back, that’s when the problems start
- “Alright, well, let’s get some sleep, you can take my bed, and I’ll take the floor
And that’s what brings us to the guilt rising in your stomach as you settle in the guy’s sheets, inhaling the heavy scent of his shampoo from the pillow under your head. It’s his house, his bed, and yet he’s sleeping on the floor like some random guest. You’re the random guest here, you can’t help but feel like you’re crashing at his place against his will, and you’re making him uncomfortable.
“ ‘Kaashi?” you whisper, making his eyes open wide to see the dark ceiling of his room. There’s silence for a moment, and then he shifts to turn on the light once more.
“Yeah?” he sighs, bringing one hand up to his face to rub his eyes, unable to open them properly because of the sudden flush of light.
“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?” you ask shyly, making him chuckle as he shakes his head.
“Yes, yes I’m sure. Goodnight” he states gently, turning on the light once again. This is gonna be a long night, he thinks.
You cannot catch your sleep. Damn it, damn your altruism and all that shit.
“Akaashi no, I can’t-“ you’re cut of by the sound of him laughing.
“Oh my god. Fine. If I move to the bed, will you sleep already?” he whines quietly, and seeing you nod in the dark, he gets up and picks up his pillow.
You get off the bed, wanting to swap places with him, but are held back by his hand.
“No, if you sleep on the floor, i won’t be able to close my eyes even for a second” he forbids gently, moving you back to where you were previously laying.
Oh boy, you both think, this is awkward, but the warmth of his body pressed next to yours makes it hard to be mad at him for stopping you from leaving.
This is gonna be a long night indeed.
#past.
Lingering touches faintly seem to caress your back, ghosts of unwanted memories surging from the deep box you made sure they were buried in. Sad, broken eyes - but not really, not anymore - trace the figure of you standing across the street, a bit off kilt and your head in bubble wrap. You can hear, even smell, the memories resurfacing when you see his face, not long forgotten, always marked in carbon behind your eyes. They taste bittersweet, and seem far older than you give them credit for: but it’s been years, even from the last time you thought about him, or that past you still would like to keep forever on the bottom of a drawer in the back of an your head. He’s just that kind of man: one you can have for a while to yourself, and whose memories might warm you up in the coldest of winter nights - but they fade away with time, leaving behind the unconscious void of something-never-quite-there. You can’t explain the surge of feelings, slithering around your back and inside your veins when looking at his form, his lithe steps and the way he holds another girl’s hand and smiles openly, as if nothing could ever bring him grief or regret. And you smile a little bit to yourself, because maybe that is the truth, and the thing you certainly did not have, was not much a thing at all to him. And it would make sense, because as smiles and bruises, heated whispers, choking gasps, the cold wall behind your shoulder blades and the hot mouth kissing the world away, flood and replace your surroundings, he is not looking anymore. He walks past you, shoulder against shoulder and you keep walking ahead, not knowing whether he does turn his head around, even if you can guess where the heated gaze on your nape is coming from, and faintly touching the point he used to worship right above your collarbone, near a little mole you never noticed. The day ticks away, as the arrows on the clock run from each other, but a photo on your old phone refuses to let you leave. It’s him, just standing there - smiling, carefree, yours. But then you look at your phone, and it is your husband calling, and you feel like the time to toss that other phone away has come. A finger hooks on it, and presses the ‘off’ button, tossing forever away the memories, the faint smell of morning sex and wilted flowers, the burnt cigarettes and the idea of him. The past has enough of that, already - and there is no space for it now. Not here. Not with you. Not anymore.
