Kuroo has been eyeing you ever since you took a step on this jeepney, not gonna lie. But it seems that the feeling is mutual as you cannot strip off your eyes off of him as well. Could this be fate? Kuroo’s hopeful mind thought. Should he give it a try?
Sitting at least two meters away from you you, he shows his right hand that formed an ‘o’. You furrowed your brows, confused of his intentions. Not until Kuroo raised his left and right hand, mouthing the word 'nine’.
This was enough for you to realize that he was trying to give you his number. You took your phone in haste, directing yourself to the memo. Now ready to take down the phone number Kuroo mutters.
Kuroo kept on showing his phone number through his fingers. Zero…nine…two…seven…three…five…three…nine-
“DIVISORIA!” The driver screamed in case if any passengers are to drop on Divisoria.
Your eyes widened upon realizing that you just passed by your stop because you were busy deducing this stranger’s number. You glance at him with an apologetic smile as you go down the jeepney. Maybe, some other time. Maybe, you’d get to meet the strange man for the second time. Not now, though. You’re running late and you just passed by your stop.
Kuroo, on the other hand, utters a crispy, “Putangina, ang lapit na sana.” on his seat.
When you asked the blond one of the twins about the whereabouts of the other one, you already expected Atsumu’s answer to be, “At the gym.”
What you didn’t expect was the second sentence. “He’s not pursuing volleyball after graduating so he’s saying ‘goodbye’.”
Why?You asked yourself as you are on your way to the familiar gym. Why wouldn’t he when he has the potential?
You stopped walking as soon as you are in front of the gym. The doors are wide open, allowing you to see Osamu all by himself. He’s dribbling a volleyball in his left, his right pressing the screen of his phone.
If you were so eager to meet and talk to him earlier, now you feel like chickening out. Looking at his demeanor, his gray head popping out with his maroon jacket, his entire body screams he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.
Gathering all the courage, you cleared your throat, announcing your arrival, “Osamu,” you called his name as you dramatically walked. Internally patting yourself for being able to sound composed.
He stops dribbling and catches the ball with one hand. He lifts head to see you going near him. He resumes to dribbling again as he kept his phone on his pocket.
“Y/N,” he replied. Monotonous. Slightly bothered that maybe you are an unwanted guest.
You placed your hands on your back, “Practicing?” You asked, even though you knew why he was here.
“Nah,” he replied before throwing the ball into the air. He took a few steps back as if preparing. He runs towards the falling ball. He jumps midair and he slaps the ball with his expert palm. The ball slices through the air at a fast speed.
You hear the ball dribbling at the distant after his blow, but you did not take your eyes off from Osamu, “Why are you here then?”
Osamu places his hands on his nape, his left foot swinging casually, “I came here to say goodbye.”
You scrunched your nose. You already heard of this from his twin but it still stings when you hear it from him himself, “Goodbye?” You asked, ridiculed.
“Yeah,” he said, nonchalantly, “I won’t be pursuing volleyball.”
“But…why?” You asked him, “Don’t you love it?” You asked him.
He has never shown it but you knew deep inside volleyball holds a special place in his heart. You couldn’t even compete against it during the duration of your relationship. So why? Why is he…giving up?
The mere thought of it irritates you, making you furrow your brows.
Osamu shrugged, his eyes looking distant, “Just because,” he sounded as if he’s not even paying attention which irritates you more.
“’Just because’? Now that’s some bull. I know you love volleyball. And when you love something, you shouldn’t stop doing it!” You blurted out in frustration, slightly panting with the sudden raise of your voice and temper.
Now this took Osamu’s attention. He looks at you slowly, wide-eyed, jaw slightly dropped as he slowly put his hands down. He walks the distance between you two with intimidating steps which made you took a step back.
“What did you say?” He asked in a tone that seemed like barely patient, “I shouldn’t stop doing something I love?”
You gulped whatever it was that was stuck in your throat. Your eyes slightly wavering the staring contest between yours and his that are intimidating.
“Then…” Osamu inhaled a handful of air, puffing his chest, “Then why did you made me stop loving you?”
Before you could even speak, he walks pass you, reaching towards the volleyball so he can leave.
POV: You posted your “important” opinion on Twitter which triggered the rising young adult entrepreneur, Osamu Miya, with your tweet about isaw >=]]]] (Filo!Haikyuu)
Warnings: cheating, angst (but with happy ending for Y/N)
Synopsis: In which Tsukishima made a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.
It had been so long when that fateful night happened. The night when you caught Tsukishima, your fiancé of three years, sleeping on your shared bed with another woman. Tsukishima can never forget the morbid look etched onto your face, the way your tears fell from those beautiful eyes he so loved or even the way you slipped your engagement ring and threw it on his face. He would never forget as long as he lives. He wondered, back then, if he didn’t took you for granted, if he didn’t spend his time that night drinking with another woman, while you, his fiancée was working your ass out on your internship, would it be you who’s with him as of present? Would it be you embracing him? A lot of questions, regrets flooded his mind, because after all those years, he still believes you’re his “the one”, but he fucked up big time.
The night it happened was when you were out late due to your internship, it was raining hard the moment you went out of the building. You were so worried why Tsukishima never replied to your texts nor chats saying that you will be going home late instead of going home the next day. You hurriedly went home, but the moment you opened the front door, a pair of heels that definitely did not belong to you greeted you. Trembling, you slowly walked towards the bedroom, the sight that unfolded in front of your eyes made you gasp which startled the two naked person sleeping on the bed. Tsukishima’s eyes went wide the moment it landed on your shocked state. A shiver ran down his spine as he hurriedly stood up and plucked his clothes from the floor and started to run after you. “Y/N wait! I-I can explain!” yet a loud slap was your only response and you harshly pulled the ring from your finger and threw it on his face. Tears won’t stop falling from your eyes as you ran back outside to the cold rain. Your hands were still shaking when you pulled out your phone and called someone. “H-Hello? C-Can you please pick me up?”
It had been a week after you left, your cousin, Bokuto came to pack your things. Despite Bokuto being a big ball of sunshine, he tried his hardest not to punch Tsukishima the moment he opened the door and let him in. When Tsukki asked him where you were, all he got was a death glare as Bokuto said, “Why the hell would you care?”. After packing your things, Bokuto left and Tsukishima stood by the door clenching his fist over the engagement ring you once wore in his jacket pocket. Tsukishima wondered where you were or how were you but you blocked him in all your social media accounts, even told all your friends not to tell him where you were or who you are with. You just want to cut all ties with him.
What happened that night was a one time thing yet Taukki exchanged it for something he could have for the rest of his life. He truly loved you, but he missed your warmth, your embrace, your touch, you. What he could have was a forever with you but he lost it in a blink of an eye just because he can’t keep it in his pants. He could’ve fought for you, beg you to comeback and forgive him, yet four months later after the dreadful incident, his mistress showed up telling him she was pregnant with his child. He felt his world suddenly stopped, it was over for him, it was over for the both of you. Although he dreamed of this to happen but not with this woman, he wanted you. He wanted you to bear his children, he wanted to build a family with you, not with someone whom he never truly loved.
And as Tsukishima’s world crumbled at his feet, yours on the other hand, starts anew. With the help of your dear cousin and his best friend, you were slowly picking up yourself and putting back your broken pieces altogether. Bokuto and Akaashi were there to be your emotional support. They were present at times when you were blaming yourself for what happened, telling you that you didn’t do anything wrong. Proving to you that you were more than enough and that Tsukishima was an asshole who took you for granted. He was blind to see that the most perfect person for him was already in front of his eyes yet he chose to cheat on you, to hurt you and to break you. But with Bokuto and Akaashi by your side, you slowly accepted the fact that whatever was in between you and Tsukishima was over. And it was time to forget and move forward. They never left you, in smiles or in tears they were there for you. They never let you feel alone or unloved. They were sure to put you back on your feet. “Kou, do you think I could… Y-you know…” you trailed off. “If you could love again?” Bokuto finishes what you were trying to say. “Y-yeah..” you shyly admitted. Bokuto beamed at you in response. “Of course!” He shook your shoulders enthusiastically, “Well, you know Y/N, I do believe that there is someone meant for each of us!” He states, discreetly eyeing his raven head friend from across the room. “You juat have to open your eyes and your heart. Maybe the one for your is just around the corner!” And you believe everything he said.
Five years later, Tsukishima’s life was a mess, living with a woman whom he only shares a child with was not what he dreamed of. He never truly loved the woman he ended up with. And despite his life being a mess, he cared so much about his lovely daughter, who became his light and the rock that grounded him. But even at that point he couldn’t stop thinking what would it feel if you were the mother of the child he loved so much. “Kei something came for you this morning.” His wife called as she handed him an elegant looking envelope. “I think its an invitation by the looks of it.” she added. Tsukishima put his sleeping daughter gently on the bed and took the envelope from his wife. Its an invitation, as a matter of fact, it was an invitation to Bokuto’s engagement party next week. A thought crossed his mind, would you be there too? It had been so long since he heard anything about you. There’s one way to find out.
The party was lavish. After all it was an engagement party of one of the famous pro-volleyball athletes . Everyone were on their best tuxedos and dresses. Tsukki spotted Bokuto on the other side of the hall, greeting some of the guests with his soon-to-be bride by his side. He scans the event hall, hoping to find you, and as he was about to turn, there you were standing, looking like a goddess of Olympus as you talked to Yamaguchi. His body moved before his mind could process everything and he started walking towards you, startling his wife who was clinging like a leech onto his arm. He greeted Yamaguchi first and then he faced you. “Hi Y/N.”. you smiled at him and greeted him back “Hello Tsukishima-san.” He felt a pang in his chest at how his last name rolled out of your tongue. He felt his wife tighten her grip onto his arm and that didn’t go unoticed to you and Yamaguchi. She extended her free hand to you as she introduced herself smugly, “Hello! I’m Aiko, Kei’s wife”. You only stared at her extended hand as Yamaguchi cleared his throat and turned to Aiko, half-heartedly laughing as he said “We know, Aiko-chan!”, she laughed nervously as she lowered her hand in defeat. Tsukishima was about to snap at his wife when someone approached your group and interwined their hand onto yours. Your face automatically lit up when you saw who it was.
“Keiji!”
The way how Akaashi held you close made Tsukishima’s stomach churn. It made his blood boil despite knowing he doesn’t have the right to. “Hey.” You had that look in your eyes in a same way how you looked at Tsukishima when you were together before, full of love and adoration. “Am I interrupting something?” Akaashi asked as he returned a loving gaze towards you. “No, Akaashi-san. Not at all.” Yamaguchi interjected. “Okay. Good. Y/N, Bokuto wants us on the stage.” You looked at him, confused. “What for?” Akaashi just shrugs and excuses the both of you as he gently pulled you towards the stage. Tsukishima can’t help but follow your retreating figures and feel an empty void growing within his heart.
As everyone was chatting around, Bokuto taps the mic in front of him gaining everyone’s attention. He was atanding in the middle with his fiancée beside him. “Ugh… Hello everyone! Thank you so much for being here! Kiho and I really appreciated everyone’s presence here tonight! Hahaha! But.. “ Bokuto pauses as he looked towards yours and Akaashi’s direction. “I also want to add one more thing…” He continues as he returned his attention to the crowd. “I would like to congratulate two of the most important people in my life, Akaashi and my dear cousin Y/N, on their wedding three days ago!” Everyone in the hall clapped and cheered as a spotlight was directed at you and your husband. Everyone was shouting and congratulating you and Akaashi, well, everyone except one. Tsukishima, who was standing at the farthest corner of the hall wished the ground would just swallow him whole, his eyes were fixated on you as you smile lovingly at Akaashi whose face is of a bright shade of pink. Tsukishima felt his world shattered for the second time in his life but this time its far more worst than the first. It should’ve been him lovingly gazing at you. Its should’ve been him hugging and kissing you. It should’ve been him wearing matching golden wedding bands with you. It should’ve been him calling you his wife. But he lost you long ago because of a one big mistake. And as he lowered his head, a lone tear fell from his eye, he will bear this regret until his last breath. The biggest regret of losing someone like you.
a/n:i dunno why i wanted to hurt Tsukki i’m really sorry tsukki
haikyuu boys knowing when your at your limits in terms of socializing
FEATURING:(all college/timeskip!versions of them)tsukishima, sugawara
GENRE: fluff, comfort
a/n:this one was a bit self indulgent as a person who can’t handle a lot of social interactions all at once without feeling drained. i also had my friends over for a week and after they left i slept for an entire day just to attempt to recuperate.
it was also supposed to have bokuto, kageyama, and yamaguchi but i wanted to post already so maybe i’ll do a part two
You perked up from your spot in bed, hearing the soft footsteps that made its way towards your bedroom.
The door creaked open, Tsukishima sticking his head inside quietly as if to assess whether or not you were awake. When his golden eyes settled on yours, his features softened. He opened the door completely and stepped inside, making his way over to the bed.
You were still laying down, hugging the covers to your body, exhaustion clearly written across your face.
Tsukishima sat down on the side of the bed, running a hand through your hair.
“You look like crap,” he said.
You frowned before pouting, sticking her tongue out at him and swatting his hand away.
“You just got here, and you’re already being mean to me?” you grumbled.
He chuckled and tugged the blanket out of your grasp and letting his lanky form get into the bed next to you.
You laid down on your back and he rested his head in the space between your chest and neck, his hair tickling your chin. You giggled as he wiggled closer, and you turned onto your side towards him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, and let one of your hands find a place in his blond hair.
“I told you that you wouldn’t like hosting your little girls’ week here,” Tsukishima muttered, his voice causing vibrations across your body that felt funny.
“I didn’t hateit,” you argued back, twirling a piece of his hair in your pointer finger. “It was just tiring.”
“Yeah, because you can barely handle that much social interaction without pushing yourself past zero,” he scoffed, as if the statement had been common knowledge. “You don’t exactly like sleepovers. You hate it when you can’t go to bed when you want to or when people talk to you late at night.”
“Ilivewith you and deal with that nightly,” you countered.
He scoffed again, wrapping tight arms around your waist.
“I’mdifferent,” he grumbled.
“Oh yeah?” you teased, a smile on your face. “How so?”
“You love me,” he said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear.
“I love Yachi and Kiyoko as well,” you added. “So, what makes youspecifically different?”
“You’rein love with me,” he said. “And plus, me staying here with you is different because you don’t have to play host. If you want to go to bed, we go to bed. If you want to talk, we talk. If you’re done for the night, but I want to do things, we don’t have to do them together.”
“Hm,” you hummed, liking his answer. “And how do you know I don’t like sleepovers?”
“Remember training camps or when we’d have overnight trips back in high school?” he asked, and you nodded. “You’d always be just a little bit less perky during them, and you were cranky by the last day.”
“Oh, so you dohave a heart and pay attention to me!” you teased, ruffling his hair. “How cute.”
“Shut up,” he said, tightening his grip on you. “Now, never kick me out of our house for a week again. That was way too much time spent with Tadashi.”
“Sounds like I’m not the only one who has an energy bar on low.”
“You’re probably tired, right? Go to bed already.”
“You just hate that I’m right.”
“Go. To. Bed.”
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SUGAWARA KŌSHI
You knocked on Sugawara’s apartment door, wanting nothing more than to curl up next to him after a three day weekend with your friends. While you were tempted to just go to your own apartment and get some rest, you also wanted to see him and hear about how his weekend had gone.
The gray haired boy opened his door with surprised eyes that were quickly covered with a smile, and he stepped aside to let you in.
“How was your trip?” he asked, taking your luggage from you and placing it against the wall in his living room. “Want to take a nap?”
“A nap sounds wonderful,” you smiled, liking that he was thinking the same as you.
“Okay, go ahead and lay down. I have some papers I need to grade.”
He made his way to his dining room table, where he had papers laid down on top with his laptop open.
“Oh,” you said, pausing. “I can wait until you’re done.”
“Nonsense,” he shook his head. “I know your energy bar has got to be on low, so I’ll join you in about an hour, okay?”
“I want to hear about your weekend, Kō,” you said to him, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around him behind.
“And you will,” he said, patting your hands. “After your nap.”
