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bonus - babies

a/n: just a lil fluffy bonus chapter thats not apart of the main plot line

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2.5 - yours

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➽ [ 12:18 PM ]

it was unexpected when you had found out you were pregnant. even more unexpected when your boyfriend kenma agreed to help raise the baby. despite living apart at the moment, the two of you had a baby girl, just shy of seven months now. it wasn’t that you two were broken up or you didn’t want to live together, it was just difficult finding a house that could fit you three and afford with both incomes. at the moment, your daughter stayed between houses every few weeks, mainly at yours but this weekend she was with kenma.

you clicked away through your files on your laptop as you glanced at the house site tab every so often. letting out a sigh, as you go to call your boyfriend, he was already calling you on discord on his pc.

“hi bubs,” you smile at your boyfriend on the computer screen. “and hi pumpkin.” greeting your daughter, who was gnawing on kenma’s hoodie strings as she lay flush against his shoulder. her hands barely wave as she sniffles and chews. her hair is messily done pigtails, one drooping more than the other.

“love,” he sighs, playing with her fingers as he bounces her on his leg. “can you come get her?”

“why? what’s wrong?” you tilt your head. “was she crying?”

“i- yeah but i- she wouldn’t stop crying today,” kenma pinches the bridge of his nose. your daughter looks up at him, gripping his hoodie to get his attention. “and she pooped all over the bed so i don’t know what to do or why she doesn’t feel good.”

“she’s probably teething, that’s why she’s biting your clothes,” you gesture. she turns slightly to the screen, whispering small noises as she looks at you. “she chews on my hand when she goes to bed because her pacifier isn’t enough for her.”

“oh,” he looks at your daughter in defeat. you watch as he carefully pulls up her lips to expose four teeth creeping up in the front. she winces as he counts the teeth with the pads of his fingers. “she has four now.”

“four!? she’s growing up too fast. she had three last week,” you pout. “if she’s still hurting, rub her gums and if it’s too much for her, you can give her the tylenol in her bag.”

“well, me and stinkie are gonna go take a bath,” he says lifting her up, making her giggle at the motion. she reaches for his face, grinning down at her dad. “say bye to mama.”

she opens and closes her hand towards the screen, babbling softly. “bye bubby, bye pumpkin. mwah, mwah, i’ll come over tonight so i can sleep over m'kay?”

the call ends and kenma looks at his daughter as she drools down her onesie. “okay stinkers, you do need a bath.” he carries her to the bedroom, setting her down on the middle of the bed.

“baba?” she babbled. she pats her hands below her as she watched kenma place down new clothes and a fresh diaper. she picks up the items, giggling as bath time is her favorite.

“yes, baby, babas,” he agrees. “hopefully, mama and i can live together soon so i don’t need to call her every time you cry.” he squishes her cheek softly as she looks at him in awe. he lays beside her momentarily as she crawls over to him.

she reaches up to tug his hair, her way of asking for kisses. kenma lifts her up and peppers her face with kisses, pulling away only for her to lean into his cheek. she nibbles and drools onto him, making him cringe at the feeling. “okay stinkie, now we both are going babas, you gremlin.”

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2.4- my partner

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a/n: uhm ik its not tuesday but henlo

❧ idol au | 600 event

the day couldn’t get any worse for semi. wanting to just go out alone for lunch seemed impossible. ever since his newest album dropped and word got out he was in town, fans were swarming to find him. never catching a break, he found himself in a park, almost two miles from the café he wanted to go to.

you sat quietly whilst the cold breeze brushed against your cheeks. it was seemingly quiet today at the park, nothing too exciting and nothing too dull. you fiddled with your fingers as time passed waiting for your friend. a crowd looking for something across the pond wanders, you tilt your head at the sight, curious of what they were searching for. 

at that moment, a tall figure sits beside you. “they’re a bunch of fans,” the figure says. his voice was sweet, yet raspy as if he were screaming all night. “they look like a bunch of ants looking for food.”

“who are they looking for?” you ask, looking over at the voice. he had his hood on, bundled up in layers with a mask covering his features. his grey hair was ruffled with what seems like leftover hair product. “or what for that matter?”

“semi, that new artist that came out,” he sighs. “seems like every new star can’t catch a break in public.”

“i suppose so,” you turn to look back at the crowd. some young, some that seemed well over the age of the fangirl stage. “some people are crazy obsessed. I’ve never heard of this…semi…guy, person…do you like his music?”

“i…” he turns to face you. he admired your features, noticing how engrossed you were looking at the group. “think he’s overrated.”

you chuckle at his statement before checking your phone. after seeing a text, you sigh at the sight. “my friend canceled on me,” you mutter. “so tell me, if this semi artist is overrated, what should i listen to?”

“just because he’s overrated doesn’t mean his music is that bad. his fans making him such a- what’s the word-” he stumbles. he looks away, fumbling with his thumbs.

“godlike?” you raise an eyebrow.

“yes, that…” he sounded ashamed to even think about that. it was true, semi loved his fans but he hated how they made him seem like the only and most important artist out there. his music was one of his passions and for it to become what it is now? he was just disappointed in how he could’ve handled things.

“well, i was supposed to go out to lunch with my friend to this ramen shop but they canceled on me,” you say. “why don’t you come to lunch with me?”

“a-are you sure?” he was confused that you could trust him so easily. “we just met. i don’t wanna impose on your day plans.”

“why not? the spot is a family spot, they’re a small ramen restaurant,” you explain. you stood up from the bench, turning to face him. “c'mon, it’s better than hiding out here where your fans can find you, semi.”

“you’re right-” semi stood up shocked. “wait, you said you didn’t know who i was.”

“i don’t, i know there’s some artist who’s on the come up has a group of fans looking for him,” you explain. “context clues, the mask, watching the group, the nervousness of your voice.”

“huh…you’re something else,” semi chuckles.

“now then, why don’t you teach me who semi is. the person behind the artist,” you hold out your hand from your pocket, offering it to him. he smiles behind his mask, taking your hand interlaced with his. 

“thank you.” his heart fluttered, this was the beginning of something great.

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2.3 - awkward love

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❦happier than ever

2.2 - kenma’s last straw

2.2 written (continued)

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#06OSAKATIME

cautious & safe → hajime iwaizumi x reader smau

being part of a content house is harder than you think whenever you are new to the crew. though everyone in the house seem to like you, only one seems to resent your presence.. or is it because of what happened in the past?

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FACTS !

— yes. i did put a lyric from olivia rodrigos song in this.

— hajime is still in love with y/n but he doesn’t know what to do about the guilt he is carrying around.

— keiji and y/n begin to get closer during the groups time at osaka.

a/n: i stan everyone shipping kenma and y/n. they are so adorable.

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➛ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ

➛ᴀᴏʙᴀ ᴊᴏʜꜱᴀɪ

➛ɴᴇᴋᴏᴍᴀ

➛ꜰᴜᴋᴜʀᴏᴅᴀɴɪ

➛ɪɴᴀʀɪᴢᴀᴋɪ

➛ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟꜱ

ᴀᴏʙᴀ ᴊᴏʜꜱᴀɪ

[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏʀᴜ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ɴᴇᴋᴏᴍᴀ

[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʟᴇᴠ ʜᴀɪʙᴀ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʏᴀᴋᴜ ᴍᴏʀɪꜱᴜᴋᴇ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

Aone Takanobu: Teddy-Kun (NSFW) (Part ½) 

Part ½(No smut in Part 1)

Aone stood by the platform waiting for the midnight train to arrive… He sighed, looking at his breath fog up in front of his face. His ears picked up the screeching of the rails, looking up to see his train approaching. Standing straight, he patiently waited as his carriage slowed down, stepping inside. 

It wasn’t a new occurrence of his when he spotted an empty seat at the end of the row, making his way to it…

And just as predicted, the moment he sat down, the seats next to him immediately emptied and he didn’t even bother looking at the nervous passengers making their way to the other side of the cart. When he was younger he could never understand why people avoided him on the train but Futakuchi eventually told him why…

Now into adulthood Aone just accepted the fact he looked intimidating… It was no wonder why the blind dates his bestfriend set up would never showed up… 

Why it was difficult for him to find a job at first… He was lucky that he managed to date one girl but they broke up quicker than he expected, but at least Futakuchi was still dating her best friend…

“Um… I’m sorry Aone… but I don’t think this is going to work out between us…” She muttered, awkwardly looking at her feet. He was perplexed, his brow bones lifting. He thought things were going great between them

“Why?” He asked and she swallowed, rubbing the back of her neck

“…It’s just… You’re so sweet and all but… I found someone else and I really like him… I hope we can still be friends.” She answered truthfully and he felt his heart drop, he had no words and she bowed, before walking away.

The train cart jutted Aone from his thoughts, checking the screen just to see he was arriving at the next station, crossing his arms he waited as the doors opened, people leaving, and new passengers entered. Like he was on replay, he watched them avoid the seats next to him, clearly putting distance when they got one look at him, making him pout. 

Folding his arms, he sighed looking at his work boots. He caught sight of the flecks of dried cement staining the legs of his boiler suit, making him cringe because he definitely needed to shower. Maybe this was the reason why people weren’t sitting next to him…

He locked eyes with a lady walking by and she almost squeaked from shock, rushing past him to go to the next cart. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he slumped against his seat… Aone just looked outside the window glumly, watching the street-lights outside pass by in a blur. Minutes passed and the train slowed down, he straightened his posture so that people could walk past him, leaving the cart emptier than before. 

He watched the doors of the carriage signalling they were about to shut

“Wait for meeee!!!” He heard a squeal, raising his brows he watched a lady clumsily enter the cart, grabbing onto the support pole as she caught her breath

“I-I made it!” She said cheerily to someone who stood next to her but he just focused on his newspaper making her pout. Aone was mesmerised, this woman was unusual to him… She was dressed very fancily for someone getting onto the train… 

A tight body-hugging dress ending just at her midthighs, extra volumized hair and a face full of makeup. She fixed her handbag, before strutting ungracefully down the carriage looking for a seat.  He realised she wasn’t walking straight, giggling to herself…

(AN: Today I was in the mood for an unusual OC. Someone you would never expect Aone to end up with hehe) 

He tried to keep his eyes off her, waiting for her to walk past him. He could smell the alcohol lingering and mixing with the sweet scent of her perfume. However, he froze when she took a seat next to him. He had no idea what to do… He didn’t not expect such an attractive woman sit next to him… He didn’t expect anyone to sit next to him, really…

She was fanning her face, looking at her phone

“…Oh god, that client mad me drink too much…” She muttered, feeling a little tipsy as the train moved… He heard her but Aone knew there was no point in interacting, she was talking to herself and she would certainly be alarmed if she saw his face so he turned his head, wondering what her job was…

Aone tried to distract himself as he stared at his feet, however he took note of her (really) high heels, her coloured toenails distract him… Raising a brow, he snuck a glance at her hands and he was fascinated by her nails. They were long, bright and decorated with tiny gemstones. His vision was obstructed when the cart jutted and her breasts bounced in the tight dress, making his cheeks heat up and he looked straight ahead, heart pounding. 

He was not a pervert by any means… 

He was raised better by his mother. 

Aone distracted himself by scrolling through his phone, he had a journey ahead and it would be best to mind his own business. However, he was startled when her hand fell against his thigh, almost making him jump out of his skin and he glanced at her, alarmed. But he was met with her sleeping face… 

He never realised that the young woman had fallen asleep, her head bobbing lightly with the movement of the cart. As the train curved, he held his breath when her body leaned against him, her head now resting against his shoulder. Aone’s cheeks were burning at the point, he sat like a statue, listening to her mumble happily to herself. 

Swallowing when she leaned closer to him, hugging his arm in her slumber, he could feel those pillowy breasts press against him and he was beginning to perspire. Aone had never been in this predicament before, he was so shocked that he sat in place missing his stop as the train went on… 

He didn’t move a single inch until the train had finally come to a halt, the sudden jerk of the carriage made her wake up in a daze, rubbing her eyes

“Mmh… Where am I?” She muttered, squinting at the display board but she let out a sigh of relief, 

“Just three more stops…” She muttered to herself, going back to resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She smiled to herself, letting out a happy grunt when she hugged his arm again

“So comfy…” She said to herself making him blush.

However, it only took a few seconds before her eyes snapped open and she quickly pulled away from the burly man

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you!” She whined, gasping in embarrassment when she realised her foundation and lipstick had stained his boiler suit. Aone was frozen when she turned to him, trying to wipe her makeup off his shoulder. He now had gotten a good look at her face, and he was totally mesmerised as she kept talking away. He had no idea what she was saying but he swore he could watch her talk for hours if he could.

“…pay for it!” He heard, shaking from his thoughts when she cocked her head, staring at him

“…I-I’m sorry…” He muttered and she blinked, rubbing the back of her neck

“Oh, I was asking if you would let me cover the costs of getting your uniform dry cleaned? I insist” She said and he quickly shook his head

“No need, I work at a construction site, I’m used to getting dirty” He said and she froze, a smile breaking on her face as she giggled. He blushed, looking at his boots shyly

“Oh my, a construction worker? No wonder you’re so hunky and beefy! I was so comfortable sleeping on you, it felt like I was cuddling my teddy bear!”

Aone’s cheeks were pink and he raised a brow

“Teddy bear…” He muttered, that was a first… No one had ever compared him to a teddybear… A gangster, sure… But a stuffed toy… 

That was a first…

“Where are you currently working?” She asked him and he told her about the new hotel they were currently making in the city centre. She nodded, 

“Oh I know where that is! I pass it sometimes! How exciting, I heard it’s going to be a fancy hotel”

“Um… What do you do?” He asked, glancing at her again before clearing his throat

“Coming back from a party?” 

She laughed again, shaking her head

“I wish, Teddy-kun! I’m actually a Hostess! I work at a hostess club most nights” She beamed and he was taken back. Aone had never been to a hostess club before, his friends had gone plenty of times but he never saw the need of going there. 

‘Teddy-kun…’ He blushed from her nickname, watching her giggle and twirl a lock of her hair while she waited for him to speak. He felt obliged to say something but she swayed a little, making him alert

“Are you okay?” He asked and she hummed, trying to sit properly

“Sorry Teddy-kun, a customer was a bit forceful with making one of our newbies drink… I may have had a little more than intended because I didn’t want her to get wasted… I just need to get home and sleep it off” 

Aone just nodded, her attire made sense to him now. He knew those bars tended to be flashy and it was usually where business men would go to unwind after a long day of work. It kind of bugging him to imagine her sitting on a random man’s lap while he ogled her but this was her profession. He had no right to discourage it.

She realised he was quiet but it didn’t stop her from starting a conversation

“I’m Y/n” She said and he furrowed his brows,

“Aone Takanobu…” He mumbled but it made her smile more. He wondered why she was so chirpy with him, it must have been the alcohol… She probably couldn’t see his features clearly to see how scary his face was

“Takkun!” She cooed making his ears turn bright red. Her friendliness was really throwing him off but he was entranced. 

He was remained quiet, completely flustered and she was about to ask him another question but the train came to a halt and she looked outside

“Oh! This is my stop!” She said, standing up. She almost tilted over but he quickly stood up, his hands holding her hips to stabilise her. She clutched his arm, her cheeks heated up from feeling the solid muscle under the baggy sleeve of his uniform, quickly letting go and laughing

“Hehe thank you Teddy-kun, I should get home now.” She smiled, walking towards the doors, before she stepped off, she turned to look at him, smiling

“Hope we meet again” 

With that Y/n exited the cart, humming to herself

Inhaling the crisp air, she tried to calm her hazy sight walking down the street. Her feet were aching from entertaining clients in these god forsaken heels for hours. She was dying to kick them off, pull her flash lashes off, shower and pass out. 

“Definitely going to be hung over…” She muttered, turning a corner. She passed a group of men, rolling her eyes when one tried to cat call her. She was so used to this, men were so vile…  

She wondered if Aone was like this is reality. He didn’t really make any creepy passes at her, it seemed like he wanted to talk but just couldn’t. A small smile curling on her lips

“What a cutie ♡ ” 

“Are you talking about me?” She stopped, turning her head, realising one of the men from the group earlier was following her. Instead of feeling intimidating, she folded her arms

“You wish” She said before walking ahead but he called out to her. She walked faster but he managed to catch up, gripping her arm

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that. I just wanna be your friend” He grinned making her frown, pushing him off her

“Do not touch me with your filthy hands” Y/n spat making him frown, grabbing her. She was already feeling light headed from the drinks, this was going to be a tough situation.

“Oye, who said you could talk to me like that? I was being nice to you but it seems like you don’t know yer place.” 

He called out to his friends and now her heart was pounding, she knew she was in trouble when the group surrounded her, staring at her vilely. 

“J-Just let me go home” She muttered, avoiding his gaze but he gripped her face

“How about we escort a pretty thing like you home?” He asked and she swallowed, shaking her head

“Please just… Hey!”

One of the guys grabbed her clutch and she tried to grab it but he threw it to his friend. She struggled trying to catch her bag but they began pushing her between them back and forth. She was starting to feel sick but grunts were heard as a few of the men were pushed aside roughly and she felt someone grab her against them. Her heart was pounding, looking up at him with eyes wide

“Takkun?” She muttered but he was focused on the group in front of her. The instigator just smirked, hands in his pockets as he stalked towards the couple, giving Aone a one up

“Oye, beat it you freak. Cant you see we’re busy here” He muttered but Aone didn’t respond. In fact he looked quite unphased by the group. His lack of response irked their ‘leader’, shoving Aone back once,

“I’m talking to you. Does a pussy like you not know how to speak?” He shoved Aone again, making him grunt, pushing Y/n behind him. She clutched the back of his uniform,

“Takanobu-san, let’s just go…” She muttered, worried because the group was starting to get riled up. The leader had enough of his silence, he eyed Y/n trying to make a grab at her but it took less than a second for him to see a flash of white when a fist collied into his face, sending him flying back. Everyone was stunned, Aone simply stood there looking unbothered as ever. She had no words, shocked and he calmy gripped her hand, heading towards the group that flinched. 

Aone’s eyes glanced at one man, looking at the fancy clutch he was holding in his hands before locking eyes with him. 

“U-Uh… S-Sorry” He shuddered, handing her clutch back and Aone hummed, tugging her away from the group, shielding her as they walked down the road. Y/n felt like she had sobered up a little, now feeling her small hand wrapped in the hold of his much larger one. She was dazed by his sudden and heroic entrance…

“Takkun… Were you following me…?” She asked him and he stopped, realising he was gripping her hand tight. Embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck avoiding her sweet eyes, clearing his throat

“…You left this…” He muttered and she raised a brow, realising he was clutching onto her silk scarf. Aone handed it to her and she smiled,

“Well aren’t you my knight in shining armour!? Hehe, I love this scarf, I would’ve been sad if I lost it!” She smiled at him before she bowed, “Thank you for helping me earlier… I thought I had it under control…” She said and he hummed, blushing from her compliments. Aone was a man of few words but he was glad he saw the scarf fall from her bag in time. 

Y/n glanced at his hand, gasping

“Oh no, you’re hurt” She said, gripping his large hand, she observed the grazes adorning the pale skin on the back of hand, Aone could feel butterflies in his stomach because she looked so concerned. 

“Come on Takkun! I have a first aid kit at home!” 

Aone was in a state of shock, she was in her pyjamas, makeup still on while she focused on cleaning his cut, making him grunt from the stinging by the alcohol swab. Y/n glanced at him, giggling

“You’re a big baby, aren’t you!? Look its all clean now” She chirped, going through her medicine box 

“Now for the final touch! Hehe sorry this is the only bandages I have” She said, peeling open the paper, he raised a brow when he saw the large cartoon bear shaped band aid she had stuck over his wound. It covered the back of his hand and he stared it, Y/n eyed the sticker and then his face, laughing again. 

“I like bears. They’re so cute! See” She pointed to her sofa and he saw the stuffed toy laying in the corner, gripping it. One eye was missing and it seemed old but she grinned,

“Sentimental value, I’ve had him since I could remember!” She answered and he nodded, putting the bear back down. She stood up, stretching her limbs. He eyed her shirt lifting, showing a little of her skin and he quickly stood up startling her

“Oh, do you need something?” She asked but he shook his head, bowing

“Thank you” He answered, walking towards the entrance, leaving her baffled

“Takkun, its 2am. You can stay the night if you’d like, I can prepare the sofa bed–”

Aone quickly shook his head, flustered

“N-No. You shouldn’t let strange men spend the night! Its dangerous” He answered reaching for his coat, she was shocked, standing there but an amused smile grew on her face

“Hehe, it’s the first time I’ve heard someone call themselves strange…”

She took note of his burning ears, smiling even more when he opened the door. She followed behind him, standing by her door as he bowed again

“Goodbye Y/n-chan” He said and she hummed, giving him a charming smile.

“Wait!” She muttered, gripping the sleeve of his clothes and he hummed, turning to face her but the breath left his body when he felt her lips press against his cheek sweetly

“Sweet dreams, Teddy-kun” She said, giggling as she watched his flustered form walk away. Putting a hand of her face, she sighed dreamily

“So cute! ♡”

Aone was in a daze throughout his journey home, he was stunned. He could still feel his cheek tingling from her soft lips, heart pounding. When he got home, he realised her lipstick left a print on his face and he spent 30 minutes pondering over the fact if he should’ve washed it away or not…

Sighing he stared at the band aid on his hand, feeling glum because he knew that was probably the last time he was going to see her.

~

“Oye, you’ve been spaced out all day” His coworker muttered, and Aone just grunted, focusing on the blue print in front of him but his mind was still swirling about last nights events.  She was like a princess… He felt like he had dreamed last nights events but sure enough when he saw the band aid on his hand, he knew it was real

“Sorry…” He mumbled, trying to ignore the smell of the cigarette. Smoke blowing his way, making him cringe. Aone focused on his thermos, drinking the tea he had prepared earlier. He wondered what she was up to, whether she was thinking about him… 

“Aone-san, whats up with you? I’ve been talking to you for a while now but you’re out of hit” His coworker said again waving his hand in front of Aones face before he grinned,

“Oho, I think you’re in love…Aren’t ya?” He asked, watching the quiet man’s ears go bright red, making him laugh

“Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I? What’s she like then?” He asked and Aone thought for a moment, his brows furrowed and the only word that slipped from his mouth was

“…beautiful.”

Before his coworker could pry further, both men were distracted when they heard

“Takkun!” 

Aone’s heart sped and he turned to look at the fence, startled when he saw her face popping from above it, weaving at him excitedly

“…Y-Y/n?” He muttered and she laughed, 

“Found you!” She sang. 

He was in a state of shock when she walked into the site, rambling.

“I may have been tipsy last night but I remembered you telling me that you were working here!”

His coworkers began gawking at her when she came into full view. He had no idea how she did it but she looked flawless. She was wearing a cropped top, clinging to her bust with tight jeans and of course she was wearing high heels. He could hear the men behind him mutter things between themselves but before she could step any further, he quickly made his way to her, holding her arm and turning her around in lightning speed

“It’s dangerous to come onto site without safety gear” 

He quickly led her back outside where she was still smiling ear to ear making him blush

“W-What are you doing here?” He asked timidly and she laughed, holding a bag up

“Now that I’m sober, I realised you saved me from what could’ve been the worst night of my life! I made you lunch as a thank youI hope you like it, it’s completely nutritious but also delicious, I promise! I’m sure working on site requires a lot of energy and– Oh…” She trailed off, realising the top half of his boiler suit was unbuttoned and tied at his waist, showing off his muscular body under his black wife beater, now staring at his muscles in a daze. He was oblivious, looking at the bag, blushing

‘She made me food…’ He thought in giddiness, quickly bowing

“Thank you. I will return the favour” He answered, taking her back and she smacked his back happily, laughing

“Hehe you’re so silly. I’m the one who’s returning the favour! You don’t owe me anything” Y/n giggled, handing him the bag. He clutched it tight, it was close to lunch break and now he was looking forward to his bento lunch. Y/n’s heart skipped a beat looking at the giddy look on his stoic face, she realised his ears always went bright red when she spoke, it made her feel very happy. 

She knew they met last night but she shyly tucked her hair behind her ear, looking at him timidly

“Um… I know this may be forward of me but… Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked and it was in that very moment when Aone felt like his body drifted onto cloud nine.

“No…” He answered, watching her bite her lip for a second

“Then… Would you like to go on a date whenever you’re free?” She asked him shyly. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at his boots but she saw the little smile on his face, nodding

“…I’d like that”

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Clueless Lovers (Part 2/3)

AN: Yo Im still relearning the ropes of Tumblr and I don’t really understand when ppl ask me to tag them… I think ive done it right? Also the storyline went way more intense than I had planned… so now instead of a two parter…. its become a three-part smutshot… Also, I started a new job so couldn’t finish this chapter because im exhausted :$ I hope you enjoy this chapter, lemme know ur thought <3

Masterlist to Haikyuu Smutshots

Part 1/3

Smutshot (Part 2/3)

There was pin drop silence in the bedroom, she waited for an answer but he couldn’t seem to reciprocate… The paper crumpled when her fingers curled harder, standing up

“… ‘Romancing your wife?’ I don’t understand… Is this why you did all of this today?” She asked, showing him the list. Ushijima grunted, it was embarrassing for him but he saw no point in hiding it.

“You’re my wife.” He said and she raised a brow,

“Yes… I’m aware… I was at the wedding.”

Rubbing the back of his head, he gripped the paper from her hand, folding it again. He had no idea how to explain himself

“It’s nothing… Forget it…”

Her brows softened and she reached for his arm, holding onto it

“Ushijima-san… You’re my husband, you should be able to talk to me about your feelings… It’s very important for our relationship, I want you to rely on me more… Rather than Tendou-san… He’s your best friend, I understand but… I’m your wife…” She muttered, letting go off him.

Turning away from him, she quietly untucked her side of the bed, while he watched… Sliding under the cover, she reached out to turn her lamp off before settling herself.

It felt like they went back to square one.

His feet gravitated towards her and she felt the weight of the mattress dip by her legs. She looked at him but he sat looking at his hands, looking pensive. She slowly sat up, just watching him ponder away… It felt like minutes passed slowly before his lips parted,

“… I haven’t been a good spouse to you.” He finally said, and she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it from his sudden revelation.

“Ushijima–”

“… I met Tendou today because I wanted to ask him why his marriage was so strong… I wanted to learn about what I was doing wrong… To make things work between us…”

She slid the duvet off her legs, scooting to sit next to him…

“Ah, so that’s why he made you write down his tips…”

Ushijima nodded,

“When we spoke, it made me realise just how much he dotes on his wife… I should have done the same when we met but I let my mother and grandmother pave the way for me. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve to be happy but my family took that happiness away from you… I did too… I knew you weren’t given a choice when it came to our wedding… From the venue… To your kimono… But because you never said anything, I thought it was okay…”

Y/n just nodded, glancing at their wedding photo again… It was a very calm and quiet wedding between their families… and yes, her in-laws took charge of everything…

“I don’t understand, all I wanted was to get along with you and you wanted the same but then… Why were you avoiding me all these months?” She asked him. He looked at her, giving her a very blatant answer

“Because I thought you were scared of me…” He answered truthfully, making her eyes widen

“Scared!? Why on earth would I marry you if I was scared of you? I’m not scared, I’ve never been scared of you…”

He saw her point but then he remembered the way she trembled on their first night together, knitting his brows

“…But you were shaking on the first night… You looked like you wanted to run away when I walked into our room…”

Y/n flushed, remembering how nervous she was, mainly because he was a professional athlete and the months before their marriage, all she did was fantasise about his body… However, the severe reality of sex and the fact she was wearing a very daring nightie had made her anxious of messing up.

Groaning, she covered her face in embarrassment

“Oh no… You misunderstood… I didn’t want to run away… I-I… Um…” She wasn’t sure how to word it while he watched her with such intensity… Looking shyly at her lap, she fiddled with her wedding ring, blushing

“I was just nervous that you wouldn’t find me attractive and because I’ve never done that before… I mean… It was nerve wracking wearing that nightie too…” She mumbled in embarrassment, puzzling him

“You’re extremely attractive.” He said ever so bluntly, taking her back, making her ears burn. She was at a loss of words,

“Oh– I-I… Thank you…”

Ushijima really thought her words over, shrugging

“I haven’t had sex either…”

She felt a bit of shock, she would think a pro-athlete like him would have bagged a few lays but after realising just how clueless he was on the romance front, she was no longer surprised by his revelation.

“So, we both are virgins?” She asked and he nodded, and she sighed in relief, falling back on their bed

“That makes me feel better actually… I was worried you felt nothing towards me”

Ushijima just lay down next to her and she reached for his hand, holding it softly

“…I wouldn’t have married you if I felt nothing… I’m not inhuman…” He mumbled and she smiled,

“I know… It’s the same for me…”

Turning to face him, they stared at each other. He wondered what the right step was, but Y/n reached out to fix his hair, pushing it away from his eyes.

“Things are a little backwards for us but how about we take it slow… Let’s go on more dates, learn about each other without any… tips. It was very sweet of you to try this hard for us but next time, just talk to me?” She suggested and he nodded,

“Where do you want to go next?” He asked her and she thought about it…

“We went where I wanted today, you get to decide where to go next. Let’s try something you enjoy” She answered, waiting for him to think of their next restaurant date…

“Okay.” He said and she sat up, excited

“Ooh! You thought of a date so quickly? Where are we going!?” She beamed in excitement.

~

Y/n felt like the breath was knocked out of her lungs, she kept panting, wiping the sweat from her brow

“…”

She had no words, really… It was the crack of dawn and Ushjima had suggested she join him on his morning jog… Ofcourse, she was enthusiastic but actually having to get up and get ready before the sun rose was a chore… Her eyes were so heavy with sleep and only when they began running, had she realised just how out of shape she was.

Ushijima calmly jogged back to her, offering her his sports drink

“Do you want to stop?” He asked her

‘Yes.’ She thought but she shook her head, chugging his drink

“No, no! It’s just been a while since I did something this physical… I can keep going!” She insisted. After all the effort he had made, how could she deny him of something he enjoyed and wanted to share with her. Although they had run for a while and her legs felt like jelly, she handed his bottle back, beginning her jogging again

“C’mon Ushijima-san!” She panted, cursing inwardly from the burn in her calves. He was amused, looking at how slow she jogged but he quietly kept at her pace. Ushijima kept glancing at her activewear. She had sported a purple sports bra with high waisted tights, but he made her wear his high school jacket on top, claiming it was a chilly morning. Which was partly true but when they had started jogging, he had already gotten distracted by her breasts and couldn’t handle it…

But then again, he couldn’t handle how cute she looked with his jacket on…

His heart had skipped a beat…

He realised Y/n had finally stopped, leaning her back against a wall and she crossed her hands calling for a time-out

“I-I’m sorry but I don’t think my legs can go on…” She muttered in embarrassment but he pulled out his hand towel, dabbing her sweaty forehead

“Its okay, you did really well Y/n. But perhaps, jogging for a date was not the right choice” He said. Y/n grinned, shaking her head

“I don’t think I can do this everyday but I’d like to try running with you on the weekends? Its healthy for couples to share some hobbies!”

He nodded, before checking his watch

“Shall we go home now? I need to get ready for training” He muttered, making her eagerly nod

“Yes, I need to give you something before you leave! So lets go!” She chirped, pushing herself from the wall she was leaning on.

“Oh!” She gasped feeling her knees buckle but he held her hips

“You okay?”

She laughed, “Sorry, I guess my legs are not used to it… They feel like jelly”

Ushjima stared at her legs, he noticed them shake a little. Not thinking much of it, she gasped when he simply just lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a princess

“Ushijima-san!?” She squeaked making him hum

“Would you rather I call us a taxi? It’s still early so not sure if we will find one…” He muttered but Y/n quickly shook her head, despite being embarrassed, she was actually thrilled

“I hope I’m not heavy…” She mumbled

“Don’t worry, the more you run, you’ll get fitter and feel lighter” He said so nonchalantly that her eye twitched, leaning her head against his chest, pouting

“Remind me to teach you about social cues with women…” She muttered

“Okay” He said as he carried her back home

Their conversation was light but after yesterday, he interacted with her more. She was really enjoying the way things were going. She felt like she was on cloud nine, but she couldn’t get over his firm body pressing against hers… She began wondering when they would take things further… Even though they were married, it felt like they were in the first stages of dating.

When they reached the front door, he still held her in the arms, walking through their threshold. Her cheeks warmed, the home she had become used to, suddenly felt new. She felt like a newlywed bride from the way he gently walked through the entryway, setting her on the sofa…

“I won’t be able to eat breakfast with you but on my next day off, you can decide what we do and eat” He said and she laughed,

“Sounds good! You should go get ready now”

He simply nodded, walking to their bedroom and she got up, speedily walking to the kitchen.

He was ready within twenty minutes, fixing his clean gym wear before walking to the entryway, slipping his joggers on

“Y/n, I’m leaving now” He called

“Wait!” She squeaked, making him hum and lift a brow when she rushed towards him

“Here you go!” She chirped, handing him a neatly wrapped bento box. He looked at the feminine patterned cloth, feeling his cheeks heat up

“I made you lunch! Its packed with protein but I did add some rice… Oh… and tempura… But you shouldn’t train on an empty stomach. So, eat this when you’re on the train” She handed him a paper bag,

“It’s just a sandwich and fruit! I hope you enjoy it” She smiled… Ushjima’s chest warmed, feeling his heart spark again… He carefully put the food inside his sportsbag, looking at her sweet face. It felt almost natural but he reached towards her, his hand patting the top of his head. Y/n’s breath hitched when she realised he was smiling ever so warmly at her

“Thank you” He muttered and she rubbed the back of her neck, laughing

“Hope you have a great day today, Ushijima-san”

She opened the door, watching him step outside as she waved him off. He seemed to be lost in thought, taking a few steps forward but he stopped, making her furrow her brows when he walked back to her

“Ushijima-Mmfh~”

The breath was taken from her lungs once again this morning but this time, her legs felt like jelly only because he pressed his lips against hers. She wished it lasted longer but he pulled away, looking at her flustered reaction

“Stop calling me that… We don’t need formalities between us.” He simply said but she was still lost in a daze,

“O-Oh, okay…”

He smiled again, fixing her hair behind her ear

“Have a great day, Y/n” He muttered, now walking away while she stood there, still in shock…

“B-Bye Wakatoshi…” She whispered, feeling her tingling lips…

Shutting the door behind her, her hands cupped her cheeks, squealing

“Ohmygod… Okasan was right… A way to a man’s heart ishis stomach…”

Y/n had finally realised how she could strengthen the growing bond between them. Today was a completely different feeling for her. Unlike yesterday, where her day felt so dreary, she seemed to be chirpy doing their house chores. Now as she thought about her husband, she felt hope. She understood his feelings,

‘Wakatoshi <3’ She thought.

~

As weeks went by, Y/n and him had finally gotten into a groove, although they still hadn’t gotten intimate, mainly due to his hectic schedule, they had come up with a few traditions. One of which was now kissing each other goodbye before he left to train, when he returned home and before they’d retire for the night.

Each kiss was short and sweet, they both would still get shy over it but he’d make up for it every weekend by taking her out. Be it a simple evening stroll, an early morning jog or dates at different eateries. She eagerly awaited the weekends, merely because she got to spend time with him and the awkwardness had disappeared.

Today was another awaited Friday night, she had set the dining table up, setting up all his favourite dishes, smiling because he’d be here any minute now.

Right on time, she heard the front door creak out, her smile creeping into a grin as she rushed towards the entrance.

“Welcome back” She chirped, hands behind her back. He set his stuff down and she stood on the tips of her toes, to peck his lips, making him flush

“I’m home” Ushijima muttered, averting his gaze. She smiled, looking at his red ears before grabbing his hand

“Today I attempted hayashi rice, although theres a lot of mushrooms… I used different varieties!”

Ushijima’s brows lifted, a small smile on his face

“Can we eat now?”

“Ofcourse, its all prepared! C’mon Waka”

Leading him to the table, she sat opposite him, resting her face in her hands watching him plate up. Her eyes widened, jaw opening as she watched him take a bite, eagerly awaiting for feedback. As he chewed, she perked watching his own eyes widen, letting out a hum

“It’s delicious” He said with a mouthful making her giggle, feeling bashful

“I’m so glad, your mother had mentioned this is your favourite food”

He nodded, already plating up seconds. He glanced at her empty plate, frowning. Reaching for it, he began piling up a very generous portion for her

“I cannot eat this much Waka!”

“Nonsense…” He muttered, holding his chopsticks to her lips

“Stop watching and eat.” He said making her flush, taking a bite. She really did admire her cooking, proud that those lessons she had taken paid off. He felt satisfied when she began eating, stuffing his mouth again.

“…Speaking of Okasan… Obachan and her have asked to see us tomorrow…”

Y/n set her chopsticks down, trying to mask her grimace, looking at him

“…Oh, is there a reason?” She asked and he shrugged,

“Not sure… We haven’t met them in a while, I guess…”

Y/n started eating again, a little annoyed that their day tomorrow would be spent with the in-laws…

“Great…” She muttered but he noticed the way her smile dropped,

“I told them we would come for a little while because we have plans after”

Y/n’s shoulders perked again, feeling relieved he wasn’t cancelling their date.

“Yay!” She blurted, quickly covering her mouth.

“Sorry…” She squeaked,

She was scared, looking at his reaction but he lifted a brow, a small smirk growing on his stoic face

“Don’t be.”

~

For some reason, she felt uncomfortable all day… As time came closer to meet her mother in law, something in her gut told her it was going to be a gruelling day… She had to make sure her outfit was modest, that her hair was presentable… She was so nervous, she even filed her nails until they looked symmetrical…

Ushijima was calm, just standing in front of his family home seeming unbothered.

“Y/n.” He cut, breaking her from her thoughts. She glanced at him, swallowing the lump in her throat and he held her hand

“It’s okay.” He said and she nodded,

“I’m fine Waka honey. Don’t worry”

Humming, he pressed the bell making her hold her breath. It took a few minutes before the house attendant let them enter. She set her shoes neatly in the foyer, following behind Ushijima was they walked down the hall. Of course, they first had to go the family shrine, paying respect to his deceased ancestors before heading to the tea room.

“Welcome” His mother muttered, while his grandmother just nodded, ushering to the other side of the table. They both mumbled greetings, sitting down.

Ofcourse there was a short silence, before his family asked them for updates on their lives. Y/n only muttered one or two sentences while Ushjima spoke. Another helper had walked into the room, setting tea in front of them.

Y/n locked eyes with his mother and without being told, she quietly began serving tea for everyone. Ushijima glanced at her emotionless state, the realisation of how afraid his wife was of his family.

“Y/n.” She cut through and the younger woman froze, looking at his mother

“Yes Okaasan.”

“Have you been keeping up with your duties?” She asked and Y/n’s eyes downcasted, nodding

“Yes…”

“Don’t look away when she’s talking to you.” Obaachan said and she flinched, looking at them again.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Ushijima frowned, he did not like the tone of his family’s voices. He didn’t not like the way they made her uncomfortable

“Why did you want to see us?” He asked, trying to divert the attention away from Y/n. Obaachan and Okaasan glanced at one another. The old lady set her tea cup down, her daughter following suit.

“Yes… It’s come to our attention that you’ve been married for half a year, yes?” Obaachan said and he nodded

“Yes, what of it?” He asked and Y/n was beginning to feel nauseous from anxiety. Her stomach was hurting and she wished she could just run away at this moment. Okaasan sipped her tea, her cup making a small clink when it touched the saucer

“It’s time for you both to plan a family.” She said so simply and Y/n’s heart race

“W-What?” She barely uttered looking at the stern faces in front of her

“Your cousin just had a baby. Luckily, he’s become a father to a daughter. You must conceive a child soon. If you two are first to have a son, you will receive the largest portion of the family shares.”

Y/n felt like her head was spinning. What were these two women saying to her? It disgusted her that they were pleased his cousin had a girl… because it put them at an advantage. She realised just how much pressure theyd put on her if she had a daughter… She could never let an innocent child go through this…

Certainly not her own baby.

Clearing her throat, she rubbed the back of her neck

“Mother in law… As wonderful as it is, to have a baby… I don’t think we are ready–”

“Hush!” She spat and Y/n immediately closed her mouth, trembling.

“This is for the sake of your future. You think you’re not ready, but you’ll be thanking us one day.”

“B-But I don’t want to have a baby right now!” She sobbed. She had just started working on her marriage and things were going wonderfully. Ofcourse she would love to have a baby with him but not like this…

“Are you infertile? Do you have problems conceiving? This should have been mentioned in your profile” Obaachan said

This felt like torture, she felt like a mouse, trapped in a cage with a venomous snake…

“Obaachan. Stop it” Ushjima cut through

Gripping his arm, Y/n’s bottom lip quivered,

“Take me home” She whimpered

Her eyes were drowing in tears, she really just wanted to leave. Ushijima saw the tears in her eyes and he felt anger. He grabbed Y/n’s hand, pulling her up with him

“Sit down now” Okaasan said but he glared at her

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Obaachan muttered but he pushed Y/n behind him

“We will start a family when my wife wants to start a family. By insulting her, you have insulted me…”

His mother quickly got up,

“You’re taking this the wrong way, its just crocodile tears–”

He raised his hand, stopping her again

“You have never given my wife leverage to be comfortable. Y/n makes her own choices. You already controlled our wedding, don’t try to control our marriage. She is not your maid, she is not your servant. She is my wife and she deserves more respect than this godforsaken household.”

“How dare you” Obaachan;s voice raised but he held his ground

“You’ve hurt the woman I love… I won’t forgive you for this.” He said, gripping his weeping wife’s hand, walking towards the entrance. His mother was enraged, following behind them

“Wakatoshi, if you leave now, I will truly disown you” Her voice raised when they quickly slipped their shoes on. He pushed Y/n out of the front door before turning to his mother, seething

“Y/n will never step foot in this house again and nor will I. We are not your family. If we have a child, I’ll make sure you never see them” He said, not even bothering to see her reaction. His arm wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, walking away from that treacherous household.

She was overwhelmed, shoulders still shaking as she sobbed. He was infuriated, years of bitterness against his own mother pooled out. He realised he was old enough to make it on his own. He didn’t need anything to do with her. She forced his own father away, she’d deprived him of that bond he had desperately seeked as a child. The moment they harassed his wife about having a baby, he could already see the future. They would have made her life miserable. She wouldn’t have even been able to mother their children if they bent to his family’s will…

Pulling her into a quieter lane, he rested his back against the wall, pushing her front into his while he patted her back

“I’m sorry you went through that… You won’t ever have to see them again.” He promised her, soothing her back. Y/n whimpered, sniffling, she knew her makeup was staining his shirt but she didn’t care

“I-I just… I can’t do it, Wakatoshi… I love you so much but I’m not ready for a baby” She cried, still spinning from the shock of earlier. Ushjima sighed,

“Y/n… We won’t start a family until you’re ready… I hope we only have daughters.” He said, pulling her away gently, wiping her stray tears. She sniffled again, dabbing her eyes, feeling embarrassed but she laughed softly

“…Well I’d like to have a son too… But not because I want your family’s money. Before we met, I had a pretty good job.” She reminded herself, making him amused

“I remember… If you miss working, then you should reapply. I won’t stop you…”

Her eyes widened,

“Really?”

He nodded,

“Yeah… If its something you’re passionate about, you should pursue it” He said and she laughed, now actually feeling like she was free. She was so glad his conscious was like his father’s… Her arms wrapped around him

“Thank you for giving me the choice Wakatoshi… But now that we have been disowned, maybe I will reapply…”

He chuckled, “With my profession, I don’t think you need to worry. I just want you to be free to do whatever you want”

Y/n gripped his hand, biting her lip

“I’m not sure if I actually want to work right now… Right now, I know what I want to do… I want to come and see you play volleyball. I want to be your support because you’re my support. I want to cheer my husband on…”

Looking into his eyes, he felt his heart flutter

“Wakatoshi…” She whispered, “I love you”

Ushjima finally felt the arrow strike through his heart, he pulled her close to him and she held her breath when his lips crashed against hers. This time it was rougher than before, her arms held his neck, giving herself into his lip.

“Waka–” She tried to mewl through kisses but he kept going. It was only until they needed to breath that he parted from her, cupping the side of her face

“Me too, Y/n…” He muttered.

She gripped his jacket, her heart was racing over the edge… With heated cheeks, they stared at each other and she chewed on her bottom lip before taking the plunge

“Wakatoshi… I want to be alone with you…” She whispered and he raised a brow,

“But we’re alone here?”

Her head rested against his chest and she laughed at his obliviousness… Embarrassed, she knew the only way she could make him understand was…

“I want to have sex with you.” She blurted. He froze and she was confused when he gave no reaction. She wasn’t sure what went through his mind, making her head tilt

“Hey?” Y/n muttered but it quickly cut into a squeal when her legs lifted off the ground, her body in his arms. Alarmed, she stared at his blushing face but he remained stoic as ever, marching quickly down the streets.

“… Wakatoshi!?”

He was too timid to look at her, only muttering

“Let’s be alone together.”

~

AN: okay, so I think im tagging you guys:

@captainchrisstan@naturakaashi@jeansbabycake@izumikunmy

@adriro1003@nanamin-3

Thinking about Hajime Iwaizumi (27) Athletic Trainer

twenty-six|one wrong promise—[]

twenty-five|masterlist|twenty-seven

summary:y/n and toru have been best friends since diapers, getting into all sorts of trouble along the way. it seems there’s nothing that could tear them apart, not iwa-chan, not toru’s weird obsession with aliens; even the move to tokyo couldn’t hinder their friendship. so… how would they fare upon realising that their platonic feelings aren’t quite platonic anymore?

content warnings: mention(s) of seizure, mature language, depictions(?) of a panic attack

word count:5.4K

note(s):you’ll find a few unknown names in this chapter, it’s just the names of y/n’s relatives. decided to give them some because why not? ‍♀️

- also, i switch between ‘hanae’ and ‘your mother’ a lot. same thing with ‘kenji’ and ‘your father’.

- if there’s any mistakes in here, my care is so far gone. at this point, when the tags are added it bugs out and i can’t edit the chapter ever again lol :> enjoy, it don’t, whatever you feel like

“You know the cashier was considering calling the cops on you.” Was the first thing you said once you emerged from the small convenience store. Oikawa whipped around with eyes as wide as saucers.

“What?Why?” The mere thought of being approached by unhappy officers sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. “I-I wasn’t doing anything!” You shrugged, readjusting the plastic bag suspended from your fingers. When you took the first couple of steps, it took him a moment to register your movement before he took up the space right beside you.

“Maybethat was why. You looked mad suspicious, Toru.” He fumbled for his words, brows furrowing with deepening frustration the more incoherent he became. Before too long, his cheeks resembled that of everlasting flames; a hue of burning red that seemed to spread across the expanse of his skin with no end in sight. Your lips twitched and curved up into a jubilant smile as the visible warmth latched onto his ears, going as far as to creep along the exposed skin of his neck.

Oikawa’s lips tightened; an attempt to quell the rising embarrassment that flooded forth.

“How on earth was I ‘mad suspicious’?” He bent his fingers as he quoted you, arching a brow smoothly, scrutinising gaze upon your face. “I was just standingthere!”

You laughed, recounting the anxiety written into the employee’s face as they served you, occasionally glancing through the large window towards Oikawa. They had even asked youforyour opinion; whether they should actually call the police or not, quickly prompting an awkward explanation that he wasn’t intentionally being suspicious, just waiting patiently for you.

Oikawa grumbled, turning away as his skin upheld its new crimson tint, his volleyball jacket suddenly becoming far too hot to handle. His fingers toyed temporarily with the zipper before pulling it down, fussing with the flaps of the jacket. The sigh that fled from his lips caught your attention rather quickly, though you dropped your gaze to the cracked pavement.

“It shouldn’t be much further.” You could sense his confusion even without looking at him. “Th-the hospital, I mean.”

“Ah, right. It’s just up ahead. I can see it.” Oikawa nodded, hands falling away from the hem of his jacket. “I, uh, don’t think you actually told me what happened this morning… after I left?” The lack of traffic alongside the road allowed his hesitant words to flow through the air easily, drawing a soft hum from your lips.

“Right, I guess I got distracted by the locker incident… thought I told you.” You knew you had forgotten something; it had been bugging you since first class of the day. “Well, when you left we figured we’d go check on him and see if he was ready to eat or at least awake.” You gripped the plastic bag tighter as the short memories faded in and out, such as your father’s bedroom door only slightly ajar.

“We went in and… I didn’t think anything was wrong at first until ‘ma came in right after.” Oikawa slipped his hands into his pockets, listening intently to your words, unfazed by the shakiness in your tone (or so he thought). His hand flexed subconsciously within his pocket, itching to reach out and grasp yours in a comforting hold. “She started panicking because it looked like he’d just been seizing, which hasn’t ever happened before… a-and then we couldn’t wake him up.”

He felt his heart leap up into his throat. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how you would have felt upon discovering your father in such a state. He bit the inside of his cheek, unable to offer any words of consolation.

“‘Ma called an ambulance and then called his parents and his sister… so they weren’t left in the dark, you know?” You lifted your head for what seemed like the first time in forever, sparing your friend a quick, pitiful glance before gazing ahead at the hospital. “Apparently an argument sparked up which was just the icing on the shit cake. But, I’d already left before all that went down; I wasn’t really interested in sitting in another hospital room for god-knows how long…” You pursed your lips, head tilted to the side as you stared ahead, taking in the slow-growing traffic.

“That sounded really bad… it’s not that I don’t want to be there with him—of course, I do—it-it’s just…”

“No, no.” Oikawa interrupted, waving his hand. “I get it. I bet your parents would understand, too. Hospitals can really take it out of a person, even when you’re not the one stuck in the bed.” He bit his tongue, hoping that the words he was mindlessly letting slip were the right ones. He assumed they were after spotting the grateful smile that wandered onto your lips.

“I know it pretty much pales in comparison, but when my nephew was in hospital for a broken leg, it was exhausting just sitting there with him for a couple of hours.” You tilted your head at the mention of said nephew. “You can bet Akiko was beyond the point of exhaustion after all that.” You grimaced, waves of sympathy emanating off of you for his sister.

“Yeah… ‘ma never really got back to sleeping properly after his first admission to hospital…” you sighed, “and that was ages ago.” Oikawa’s brows furrowed, studying the gentle way you peeked down into your bag, carefully readjusting the unhealthy snacks you had—without a doubt—slipped in. A vague curve made your lips twitch for a moment before you looked back up, the curve flattening unhappily.

You couldn’t say you didn’t feel his unmoving gaze, boring holes into the side of your head; that would be lying. You simply chose not to acknowledge it, fearing you would be reduced to a puddle of embarrassment; uncharacteristically bashful beneath his watchful eyes. With the rampant thoughts and racing voices that trekked through your mind, you would have spilled instantly. The second you met those anxious pools of earthy hues, reminiscent to that of autumnal leaves—speckled with gorgeous displays of colour—you would have lost the plot you loosely held together.

Avery awkward silence cruised into the atmosphere around the two of you, though neither you or Oikawa spoke to clear the air. He exhaled deeply, turned his head and followed your line of sight until he was staring at the underwhelming stature of the hospital, an unsettling feeling churning in the pit of his stomach.

Herefused to interrupt the quiet. As the two of you wandered through the small hospital after receiving the room number, close enough for your arms to keep brushing, he didn’t dare speak. From the slight crease of your brows, Oikawa knew you were amidst your thoughts; processing, most likely. Despite the familiarity, your current predicament seemed to require just as much processing as before.

The closer you got to the designated room, the more you began to fidget with the bag in your hand. Oikawa tipped his head towards the faint rustling of the plastic, spotting the anxiety that adorned your features. A mumble itched in his throat, momentarily stealing your attention away from the shining tiles lining the halls.

“You still breathing over there?” Oikawa quipped softly as the two of you slowed to a synchronised halt, eyeing the number engraved into the closed door. You hummed, biting the inside of your cheek. “Sorry, I-I just… you’re very quiet and I was worried…” He sputtered, fingertips grazing over his wrist.

“Mm… I’m okay… f-for now, at least.” You opened the bag and looked over the contents one last time, assuring yourself that you hadn’t missed anything. You blew out a heavy sigh, gripping onto the plastic material before gazing back up at the boy beside you. “Thanks for this, Toru…”

Oikawa’s lips parted swiftly, an onslaught of words on the tip of his tongue only to be reduced to nothing as a hand crept along his clothed forearm. His eyes shot down, staring at your fingers as they wrapped around his limb as best as they could. When you tipped your head, peeking up to check for a response, he smiled. It was a smile so familiar yet so foreign, in the sense that it was stirring about an unfamiliar reaction.

“Quite frankly, I feel you shouldn’t have more of a say in this situation than we do,” a disdainful voice hissed quietly as the two of you entered the room, “considering we’rehisblood relatives.” Oikawa flinched as your grip tightened, briefly glancing down at your hardened expression.

“He’s my husband… surely, that has to count for something?” Your mother fought back in the same hushed tone, seated close by the hospital bed with her hand tightly resting within the sickly man’s. Your grandmother sat on the opposite side of the bed, an arm propped up against the low-hanging window sill as she directed an ugly scowl towards her daughter-in-law. Clearly, there wasn’t an ounce of shame in the old woman’s body as the bitter expression remained upon her face, not once faltering when you and Oikawa entered.

“Hi,” you whispered, slowly removing your mask, “how is he..?”

Your mother turned her head and—despite the warm smile that greeted you—the exhaustion in her eyes was clear as day. She tightened her grip on her husband’s hand, lifting it only slightly for you to see.

“He doesn’t go down without a fight, you know that, sweetheart.” Her tone was shaky, gaze shifting from you to Oikawa slowly. “How was school today, you two?”

A thousand words flew to your tongue, ready to pierce the air, yet they stilled; clinging onto the very tip. An abyssal dread tore open in the depths of your stomach as you silently recounted the day and the many that came before it. There were a multitude of issues you ached to share with her, all revolving around a single person who’d brought more harm than good in only a short matter of time. The nagging guilt in the back of your mind prevented any and every word from escaping. She already had enough on her plate. It would be selfish to try and overshadow the critical condition that tied your father to his hospital bed.

“U-uh, it was alright,” Oikawa sputtered, his free hand wandering up to his nape, “there was a pop quiz in maths but I’m confident we both did fairly well.” You lifted your head as the lie fell smoothly from his lips, subconsciously squeezing his forearm. His eyes met yours sneakily for a moment before he turned his attention back to your mother, a sympathetic frown attached to his features.

“Well, that’s good… I knew I shouldn’t have been too worried,” she hummed, her head tilted back as she gazed at the ceiling, silently whispering another string of prayers; you were certain that particular lot were for your father. Her head dropped back slowly, attention switching back to the resting man. You awkwardly stood by Oikawa, cautious gaze flickering between the three women in the room as you fiddled with the plastic bag. Your grandmother was still hunched over in her chair, maintaining the same unmoving scowl as she glanced at you, not a sliver of guilt behind her thin, wrinkled eyes.

Oikawa shuddered lightly, subconsciously pulling you closer to his side; courtesy of your unrelenting grip on his arm. He never recalled the frail, old lady being so… terrifying with such little effort. From the tiny glance he shot your way, he found that it was a new sight for you as well; her crinkling features ripe with anger, blood no doubt boiling beneath her skin. When she peered away from your mother, scrutinising over the pair of you still standing idly by the door, you dropped your head.

There was hardly any room between you and Oikawa as you stepped even closer, unnerved by the silence and the thick tension that hung heavy in the air. There was a spurt of movement beside you as he readjusted, shifting his weight back and forth from one leg to the other. You were certain his thoughts were nothing more than ‘well, this is awkward…’, a cliche cough spilling from his lips in a futile attempt to clear the air.

“Here, Y/n,” he called softly, stepping away momentarily, “wanna sit?” You looked over as the boy gently tugged an empty chair back to where you stood, visibly cringing at the numbing screech while it pushed against the tile. A soft hum vibrated through your lips that twitched at the corners; seemingly contagious to him and him only as his own smile adorned his lips.

“Thanks.” You whispered, sliding your hand along his forearm as you moved to sit down, only to stop halfway through. “Oh, but… what about you? Don’t you wanna sit?” He shook his head, dropping his hands to your shoulders to gently guide you into the chair.

“I’ll be fine, strawberry,” he whispered to the back of your head, just loud enough for you to hear, “you looked tired. I wanted you to sit down and relax for a moment, at least.” You caved and nodded along to his words, grateful for his presence that radiated a soothing sense of serenity in large, comforting waves. It was just what you needed to keep from succumbing to the pressuring knots growing and tangling under your grandmother’s influence. You noted that he’d kept one hand atop your shoulder, occasionally giving it a reassuring squeeze to quell any rising nerves.

“Mama,please…” At the exasperated plea that sounded from your mother’s helpless lips, you peeked up. “We don’t need to have another argument right now… especially not in front of the children.”

Oikawa’s mind itched, an instinctive need to let one of his infamous quips slip out tickling the back of his throat. We’re not ‘children’ anymore, he would’ve chirped in any other situation. Your highschool days were nearly over; that had to count for something, right?

“I am not your mother, Hanae.” She shot back, pupils thinning even further with each slow, irate blink. “And we’ll have this conversation as many times as I please, whether these two are here or not. That is my son in that bed; my son hooked up to all of those nasty machines.” You chose to sink back into your chair, cradling the plastic bag in your lap as you patiently awaited your mother’s interjection. Usually, she’d have no qualms about biting back, one to quickly jump from one point to the next with incredible precision.

Oikawa’s brows furrowed as he peered between the two older women, stares intense enough to pierce the strongest of metals with their heat.

“So, you agree that the machines are ‘nasty’?”

“Clearly.” Her hardened stare softened when she glanced down at her son. “I don’t want him to need them 24/7 like he did the whole time you were in Tokyo. But… if it keeps him alive, I don’t see an issue with it.”

“Kenjitold you he hates them. He told you that if he were ever in this situation again…” Your mother cut herself off, sucking in a deep exhale. “Did you just choose not to acknowledge him then? You do realise that he’s the one who knows what’s best for him, right? Not you.”

“Well,clearly he’s incapable of figuring out what’s ‘best for him’! I mean, you were far from his first choice, Hanae.” You grimaced, attention immediately jumping towards your mother as she stilled, face contorted into horrific shock. “And now you’re trying to take away the only thing keeping him alive?”

“H-hey, maybe we should all calm down?” Oikawa called out cautiously, a hand hovering in the air. He visibly flinched when your grandmother whipped around, eyeing his figure up and down meticulously. “I-I mean… maybe hereandnow isn’t the best place for one of your ‘discussions’..?” He worded it carefully, eyes darting back and forth between the three ladies now staring at him, and yourself—too busy readjusting the treats in the plastic bag to notice.

He swallowed thickly, fingers moving towards the loose seams of his jacket.

“I-I just don’t think he would like the first thing he hears when he wakes up to be the most important people in his life arguing.” There was yet another silence that passed through the small room, somehow shoving away the overwhelming scent of cleanliness and leaving behind a bitter aftertaste. He watched as the old lady—once soft and benevolent—hunched forward, glaring daggers straight at his anxious figure.

“I don’t recommend getting yourself caught up in family matters that don’t even concernyou,boy.” You raised your head gradually, fingers falling away from the unreliable straps of the bag. “Last time I checked, you weren’t apart of this family. Unless there’s something else you’ve decided to hide from me, Hanae?” She spat angrily, bouncing her frustrations back towards your irritated mother. Oikawa could only stand in silence, astonished by the declaration of harsh facts. Your grandmother had always considered his family—and Iwaizumi’s, too—as an extension of her own, even without the same blood running through their veins—through hisveins.Hell, she’d always be the first to volunteer babysitting because she adored the three of you.

He didn’t know exactly what had contorted her mind, nor what had rotted the kindness in her heart and replaced it with suffocating toxicity. He could only assume it had something to do with the sickly male shifting about in his hospital bed.

“Toru’s right.” You interjected, saving your mother some breath. “And, with all due respect, I think you should watch what you’re saying.” You wanted to sink back into your chair, to hide behind the wall of muscle stood beside you; at least that’s what your rapidly thrumming heart desired. It was a wild animal, caged behind rows of fragile ribs with a burning desire for freedom; untameable.

She whipped her head around, lip curled in distaste, “I should watch what I’m saying? Where are your manners, Y/n? Speaking out of turn like that?” You bit your tongue accidentally as you looked away, slowly stepping back towards your chair. “I suppose it’s as they say; like mother, like daughter. It’s no surprise you’re taking pages from herbook.”

Why were you backing down? Oikawa’s gaze followed you in confusion as you sat once more, avoiding all contact with the others in the room. You had just harboured an admirable amount of confidence that sent a rhythm of tingles along his spine, confidence that had disappeared as quickly as it arose.

“Kenji?” Briefly intrigued, he picked his gaze up from your slouched figure and back towards the frail women, an unusual smile curved upon her lips; a stark contrast to the uncouth tones she’d thrown about moments before. The man was shifting, groaning and grumbling beneath ragged breaths. “Oh, sweetheart… I cannot believe your ‘wonderful’ wife wants to take away everything keeping you here with me…”

“Okay,mama,” Hanae called out, standing from her chair. “If you’re not doneyet,we can stand outside until you are. I’m not about to have this argument again, especially in front of Kenji after all he’s been through… I think Y/n deserves some time with her father anyway.”

“Foolish of you to think that I’ll be leaving my darling’s side.” The words she spat, full of resentment, practically bounced off your mother. Hanae was fed up, that much was true.

“Mama, come on.” The third lady who had been sitting silently in the room spoke up, hand resting wrapping around her mother’s arm, shielding whatever mottled skin was there from view. Her grip, although seemingly gentle, was tight; just shy of bruising. Without much else to say, the bitter elder got up on unsteady legs and followed the two women outside, the door closing behind them.

Oikawa stared for a moment, processing the entire situation in a devastating amount of time. His heart hurt, his head hurt. For himself, for Kenji but mostly for you.

“I-I’m so sorry about all that, Toru…” you murmured guiltily, lifting your head once more as a look of embarrassment landed upon your pained features. “I didn’t think that—“

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone copes with stress differently, I guess…” he shrugged it off as best as he could, allowing whatever anxiety remained teetering on his shoulders to slide gracefully off the side for the time being. “Anyway, he’s awake now. Let’s show him what you brought, okay? Forget about everything else for a little while…”

You shot up abruptly, eyes glazing over the man struggling to sit upright beneath several otherwise light covers. Oikawa trailed behind you as you shuffled over to the bedside, quietly calling out to your father as a means of comfort. You handed the bag off to Oikawa—who noted the way the straps were nearly severed, held together by a few loose strands of worn plastic—and grabbed onto your father’s shoulder, slowly helping him adjust to the bed.

“How-how do you feel?” You stuttered out and, by the downward pull of your brows, Oikawa could easily sense your nerves regarding his answer. Kenji blinked irregularly, trying to rid of the haze in his eyes as a hand blindly searched for yours. “I’m right here. Do you feel alright?” His hand, much larger than your own, wrapped snug around your fingers, a content hum vibrating through his body. His hum was soon cut off by a harrowing coughing fit.

You sucked in a sharp breath, pulling your hands away instinctively as the man lurched forwards, chest convulsing painfully as he wheezed and gasped. Your hands fell to your lap, a dreaded sense of helplessness fogging your mind; there wasn’t a single thing you could do to ease his pain, to make it all go away—and it hurt. It hurt, realbad. So much so, you hadn’t even registered the hand that had become attached to your shoulder, squeezing it unbearably tight.

“Hah…” He breathed out when the fit weakened. “Never felt better, kiddo.”

“You’re not funny…”

“No? I-I think I’m quite hilarious,” he grinned back weakly, resting his arm against the thin railing protruding from the side of the bed. Your eyes raked over each prominent vein that branched beneath thin, sickly skin, bulging uncomfortably in the light.

“What do you think, young man?” He called out, gaining Oikawa’s attention immediately. “I’m…-I am funny, right?” With a nervous quirk of his lips, Oikawa laughed, giving into the older man’s unspoken request to follow along.

“Funniest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to know,” he admitted, noting how you paused to glare at him from the corner of your eye.

“Don’tencouragehim,please.”

“Oh, sweetheart, relax…” Kenji wheezed, lifting a heavy hand to your head. You winced temporarily as it dropped haphazardly against your hair, rough fingers digging in as far as they could. All in a loving manner, of course. “Say, what’s in your little bag there?” You shifted away, gently placing his hand back into the bed beside his restless figure as you turned to reach for Oikawa. He carefully handed off the bag to you, his free hand tracing over one of your shoulders towards the other.

“We stopped by that little convenience store on the way here… y-you know? The one you used to take us to when we were little?” You toyed with the thin strips of plastic, lips tugging upwards as your father made a noise of excitement, fond of the distant memory. “We got you a few things…but… now that I think about it, you probably can’t even eat them, huh?”

Oikawa gave your head a sympathetic pat.

“I’m sure he’ll still appreciate the thought, whether or not he can eat them.” You smiled, subconsciously leaning into his touch as his comforting words spilled from lips to ears.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard… a more c-correct statement in my en-tire life.” Your father croaked, stuttering and stumbling over a few words and occasionally pausing to find breath. Although your lips were curved upwards into a pretty little smile, the sadness shone through clear as day. In spite of that, to maintain your father’s happiness, you slowly began to pick out each sweet treat one at a time; Oikawa noted how animated—how euphoric—you grew as the exchanges continued.

He pulled your grandmother’s chair over to sit beside you, elbows resting against his knees as he held in his chin in his hands; only to shift quickly after, seeking a more comfortable position. He leaned over his favoured side of the chair—the right side, aka;your side. Oikawa’s gaze switched frequently between you and Kenji, scanning for the ill man’s reactions to each hidden treat you removed from the bag. Each one was seemingly brighter than the last, etching one of equal width onto your own lips. Occasionally, when he wasn’t stuck in stillness by the silencing grin of adoration inching further into his cheeks, he would offer up a laugh at your father’s jokes, only to fall quiet when your elbow launched out and gently nudged him.

“You always used to get this mochi, right?” You hummed, crumpling up the plastic bag and dropping it by your feet as you brought out the final package. “Why was it always this gross off-brand?”

Kenji, feigning shock, took the small package with trembling hands, “they aren’t gross! You little monster… th-these are a delicacy!”

“Toru? You have to agree with me on this one, right?” You turned to face him, a wisp of a smile upon your face. Kenji also spared him a quick glance, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Sorry, Sir,” he sighed, cracking a soft grin as you grabbed onto his forearm with exaggerated excitement. “This off-brand mochi was the worst.” Kenji tossed his head back against his pillows, a string of broken cackles drifting into the air as you directed an ‘aggressive’ point in his direction.

“See? I was right! Your taste buds have always been messedup.”

His laughter fell into a sickening fit of coughing, soon becoming hand-in-hand with heart-wrenching gasps for air. His smile was long gone, vein-riddled hand reaching for the bed’s railing for a tiny sense of stability. Your figure went rigid, grip tightening around Oikawa’s forearm as your eyes flickered about. The same flood of hopelessness, dreaded by both teenagers, overwhelmed the room in a mere matter of seconds. Monitors beeped, a tiny red light blinked angrily, a flurry of feet stomped about outside of the door.

In that moment… every single sound… no matter how quiet or loud, how seemingly insignificant; they all merged. You wanted it all to stop, you wanted everything and everyone to just shut up. You wanted to go back to those few moments prior; where the three of you—Oikawa, your father, yourself—were all happily joking and pointing out different snacks.

Speaking of… with the arrival of the nurses, the snacks were cast aside without a single moment of hesitation, clattering to the floor and forgotten amidst the haste.

“I’m sorry but may I ask for you two to wait outside with the rest of Mr L/n’s visitors?” A nurse asked softly, guiding you and Oikawa towards the door with cautious, hovering hands.

“Y-yeah, sure thing,” Oikawa nodded, noting that amongst all the movement, you still held onto him, wide eyes flickering back and taking in the messy scene on display. “Strawberry? Hey, come on… we’d be better out here while they help him.”

“…Y/n..?” His fingers ghosted over your knuckles, cringing inwardly at the uncomfortably tight squeeze your hand had on his skin. Slowly, he pulled you out of the room, still caught within your daze. With one hand, he carefully lifted the straps of his mask over his ears, reaching over to assist you with your own. Your hands moved mindlessly, without direction; simply trailing up to meet his as they crept across your face, fixing the strange crinkles of the surgical mask.

“Y/n, hey… you can hear me, right?” He whispered, hands hesitantly finding solace against the bottom of your jaw, trying to bring your fixation back towards him. “He’ll be alright, I promise.”

You blinked once. Then twice. Then three times for good measure, gradually allowing yourself to adjust. He seemed unnerved—only slightly—when all you could offer him was a broken stare, eyelids twitching subtly as you fought the urge to blink once more. You knew that as soon as your eyes closed, no matter how long you chose to embrace the brief darkness that would follow, the second you opened them they would be lined with stinging tears. Overwhelming surges of emotion sent you into the boy’s open arms, fingers twisting and squeezing at the fabric of his shirt.

“H-he’s in so much p-pain, T-Toru…” you hiccuped, forehead pressed right into his chest. Oikawa’s hands hovered over the moving ridges of your shoulder blades before dropping down against your back, one quickly trailing up towards the back of your head. You continued to mumble and cry, a crackling voice shifting in tandem with the unsteady shaking of your body.

He dropped his head to the crook of your neck, ignoring the uncomfortable strain of his back and the slow-growing, damp patch against his chest.

“I know, I know…” He closed his own eyes, trying to blink away the few tears desperately clinging to his lashes. “God… I know, Y/n.” His gaze flickered away from the wall he stood by, soon finding the guilty honey-hued eyes watching your sobbing figure from afar. A hint of a smile, via trembling lips, danced upon your mother’s lips, grateful for his presence as he practically cradled you in his arms. In a brief matter of seconds, she lifted her mask from her chin and placed it back over her nose, entering the room with long strides.

Oikawa’s attention swiftly returned to you at the muffled gasps and intense shaking that overcame your body, vibrating through his limbs with a sympathetic ache. Despite the incessant longing to keep you wrapped in his arms, he gently pulled you out of his chest, looking down at your tear-stained face as he removed your mask. God, he hated seeing you in such a state; it was as if someone had just ripped his heart out. He fought every pull in his body, he fought the instinct to carefully cup your puffy cheeks within his soft palms.

Your weeping drew silent, though it was far from over; shoulders shifting abnormally, body still racked with unsteady shudders.

“Y/n,breathe, okay?” He whispered into the crown of your head. “I know it’s hard but I need you to focus on me, alright?”

“I-I can’t… h-he… he—“

“I know, strawberry,” he interrupted quietly, pulling his mask to his chin, hoping that the use of the cutesy nickname would ease your nerves. “But you need to be okay first… I’m right here, look at me, okay? Look at me and we’ll do this together.” You nodded shakily, following as he breathed in deeply through his nose and out through his mouth. Your hands—much smaller than his—draped weakly over his fingertips, struggling against the internal embarrassment dwelling in your system, demanding you avert your gaze. You hated the sense of fragility; the weakness that overcame you as his gaze settled and refused to move from your face.

“You’re doing so well, Y/n,” he hummed, smiling softly at you. “Don’t pay any mind to anything else, alright? Just me. Just us.”

“I’m s-sorry, I-I…”

“What the heck are you apologising for, huh?” He quirked a brow, allowing a hushed laugh to pass through his lips. When your panic seemed to calm, leaving ragged whimpers and sniffles in its wake, he frowned. “Y/n… don’t apologise… you haven’t done anything wrong.”

You didn’t respond with anything other than a quick step closer to his hunched figure, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his midsection. The floor seemed to sway beneath your feet, knees weak and wobbly urging a tighter grip on the boy you so pathetically clung to.

“Y/n…” he whispered, once again dropping his head to your shoulder, lips pulled taut as they sat against the thin fabric of your school shirt. Gradually, Oikawa backed up into the nearby wall, sliding down onto the floor with you snug in his embrace.

“I’ve got you.” His eyelids fell heavy, closing temporarily at the gradual relaxation of your limbs. One hand moved up to the back of your head, holding you even closer (if it were possible). “I’ve got you…”

extra sides;

• everyone in the vbc (aside from iwaizumi) is under the impression that oikawa and y/n are on a date
• when they were little, Kenji would take the trio to the convenience store every friday afternoon.
• yes, he only ever eats crappy off brands
• oikawa tends to make a lot of promises he can’t keep.
• i am so sorry for the wait lmao <3

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osamumiya is hiding something.

he denies that he is, he denies everything that you’ve tried to insinuate, but ever since this morning — ever since you’ve made that offhand comment about moving in together — he’s been all shifty-eyed and panicky.

you initially made that comment as a joke. something to lighten the mood seeing as he’s been so awkward around you recently, but when he acted the way he did, something tells you he definitely received it the wrong way.

its just about seven in the evening, almost closing time for the infamous onigiri miya, and you sit comfortably on one of the tables close to the cashier, laptop in front of you as you prefer working closely to your boyfriend.

it’s almost always been like this — you with your laptop out, typing away whatever you need to be typed, and osamu walking by every thirty minutes with a glass of water or tea or whatever excuse he’s come up with to mingle with you.

but today — the lame excuses for the mingling has stopped.

osamu has barely said anything to you all day, aside from the “hey, you,” and the “ya want anything?”, he’s been completely silent.

“you almost done?” you look up from your laptop screen, calling to him as he’s taken the first time all day to walk to your table.

“hm.” he hums, tired and all, “busy day.”

osamu slumps down on the seat in front of you, the restaurant having been cleared of all the satisfied customers for today, and for the first time, taking his short moments with you.

he looks at you, face propped up with his right hand as he stares.

you look back at him, and he immediately looks away — osamu, pinkish in the face.

this is weird. your boyfriend is acting like a teenager pining for you right now, and whilst that’s not really out of the usual — it’s weird that he’s being so fidgety about it.

“samu,” you push your laptop aside, “is something wrong?”

and he blinks, “ya think something’s wrong?”

considering that he’s been avoiding you all day, has been falling into whispers when he talks to atsumu on the phone, and strategically staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking — yes. you think something is very wrong.

( atsumu visited the restaurant earlier today, a big smile on his face as he slapped osamu harshly on the back, yelling something about “finally doing something right for once in his life!” and saying “take numerous pictures or yer dead meat.”

but the second they both saw you walk in the room, not only did their faces drop, but you’re also pretty sure osamu stepped on atsumu’s foot once or twice too.

you asked them what they were doing, but all atsumu told you was - in close tears, as he hugs you - “we’re having a brother bonding moment right now. please leave.”

and that was it. )

so yeah, something is very wrong with osamu miya.

“you’re just,” and you smile at him, “acting weird.”

“i am so not!” he scoffs, his own smile coming through as he looks back at you, “you’re the one who’s being weird.”

now, it’s your turn to scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head, “do not call me weird, i sat here all day watching you be the weirdest person on the planet.”

“well, why were ya watching all day?” he leans forward, “that’s weird behavior if ya ask me.”

you smile, rolling your eyes, “you are twelve years old.”

and osamu leans back, a smile on his face that prides himself of his tone, “that’s what twelve year olds tell each other when they’ve got nothing else to say.”

and you laugh, “this is a very mature conversation we’re having.”

osamu smiles wider, his shoulders slightly raising as a little bit of a laugh escapes his lips, and for a second, he just looks at you, a glint in his eye.

he slides your laptop over to the side, leaning in over the table to be closer to you, and you do the same, following suit with a trail of laughter.

osamu smiles, “i can do something to make it more mature.”

“hm?” you indulge him, shaking your head as you let him put his hand on the base of your face.

he laughs, “hm.”

and he pulls you close — the way he’s been wanting to all day, the way he wanted to all those times he made up stupid excuses to come by your table — and with a smile, he kisses you.

the two of you have been together for a little over a year now, but he’s not gonna lie when he tells you that he’s been in love with you for longer.

the restaurant is empty, the sun has set, and he kisses you, slow and smiley and everything he’s always wanted.

osamu miya is in love with you, and for him, it’s a miracle that you love him too.

he pulls away for a second, voice above a whisper as his nose touches yours, “sorry i was weird all day.”

“yeah,” you smile, “be sorry.”

and he laughs, and he kisses you again, his hand on your face pulling you closer, repositioning his head every now and then to get a new angle close to you.

when he pulls away for the last time, he still doesn’t lean back in his seat, expectant for more of your kisses until you’re ready to go home.

“do you wanna have dinner?” your nose touches his as you ask.

and osamu, still smiling, tells you bluntly, “no.”

you blink, and you make the first move to sit back against your chair, moving away from him as you laugh.

you tilt your head, “no?”

and he tells you, amused, “no.”

only osamu miya would spend two minutes straight kissing you only to reject you for dinner not even thirty seconds later.

“okay, what is going on with you?” you cross your arms over your chest, laughter bubbling in your throat.

he leans back.

you put your elbows on the table, “ever since i dropped that comment on moving in together this morning, you’ve been all dodge-y.”

he watches you with an amused smile.

“and i get it, cause if you don’t want to move in together with me or my crappy house habits, now is the time to tell me.”

you probably sounded a bit more invested in moving-in than you probably were, but you spent the whole day thinking about it — what it meant if osamu was really so bothered with living with you — that you probably did sound as invested as you seemed.

“idiot.” osamu shakes his head, his smile as calm as ever, “i wanna move in with you, and your crappy house habits.”

you raise a brow, “really?”

and he smiles again, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the side of your head, “i promise.”

your eyes crinkle, “then you wanna go have dinner with me?”

and osamu mirrors your expression, “still no.”

“oh, come on!” you groan, shaking your head rather harshly as you slam your fist on the table as a joke, “why not!”

osamu smiles again, kissing you one more time before he says, “i can’t tell you why.”

“yes, you can.” you argue.

he shakes his head, kissing you again.

you pull away, “tell me.”

he says no, and he kisses you again.

“osamu, why the hell not?”

he doesn’t reply, but he does kiss you again.

“okay enough — samu!” at this point, you push him off, leaning him back against his chair as you try not to laugh.

he frowns, and he tries to lean closer to you again for another kiss but you shake your head.

“no kissing until you tell me why you can’t have dinner with me.” you cross your arms, and you watch as his expression immediately falls.

“no kissing?” he repeats back to you, offended.

and you nod, “no kissing.” having fun.

it all came down to two choices — either he tells you what’s been up with him all day, or he doesn’t get to make out with you all night — and really, he’s walking the fine line between doing the former just to avoid the latter.

“i can’t tell you.” osamu says, his smile failing him.

and you say, firmly, “then no kissing.”

osamu’s head falls on the table, his face smooshing against the glass as he groans, a long drag of “noooo” escaping his lips as he whines.

you lean your face against your hand, “this hurts me more than it hurts you.”

and osamu scoffs, “no, it doesn’t.”

and you smile, “i know.”

there’s a reason why osamu has been acting weird and standoffish all day — a reason why he’s been dodgey ever since you made that comment about living together.

and that’s because even though he did say he’d want to move in with you, that’s not what he wants to do at all.

it’s the same reason as to why he can’t have dinner with you tonight. the same reason why he’s got plans with atsumu when he’d rather be sharing the evening with you.

but he supposes, one night of ring shopping can be made up for with numerous more nights after it.

atsumu is planning something, and you know, — unfortunately so — because he’s watching you sleep.

every night for the past three days, when you’re sleeping, you can feel him turn and prop himself up on his palm, breathe in and out, and just lay there next to you … watching you sleep.

and whilst others could argue how it’s horribly romantic for him to do that — you know atsumu long and well enough to know that he is planning something.

“hey!” atsumu’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his hands bouncing on your shoulders as he hops around your space, a wide wide smile on his face as he sees you for the first time today.

“i thought i was gonna pick ya up.” he tells you, his smile slightly feigning into a frown as he does so.

“i wanted to save you the trouble.” your eyes crinkle, “and also, samu promised me free onigiri if i got here early.”

today is onigiri miya’s grand opening — for the second time.

( the first time was a year ago but osamu got the restaurant moved to a much more convenient place a little bit last month and now he’s holding a rather small party with friends and family to celebrate. )

“you have to stop letting my brother lure you into betraying me.” atsumu groans, and the hands he had on your shoulders fall lower onto your waist.

you shake your head, smiling, “but he is such a good cook.”

with atsumu’s new contract with the MSBY BLACK JACKALS, it meant a whole bunch of new changes in your relationship.

he was gone more and more and sometimes, the only few moments the two of you would see each other was when he’d go home to your apartment or when he’d visit you at your college campus.

it was a hard change, but between his promotion and your final year in university, it was a change that was well-welcomed anyway.

“hi.” atsumu smiles, holding you close by the waist, appreciating that he met you by the doors of the restaurant, clearly abandoned by the other guests of the party.

you laugh, your arms looping around his neck, as you repeat, “hi.”

his eyes crinkle, a laugh on the verge of his lips, but with a smile, he leans closer to you instead, and closing the gap between the two of you until his smile touches your lips.

he could be away from you for two seconds or two years and he would still miss you the same.

the sun is starting to set, and with it, the party’ll probably begin too.

as close family, it’s only natural for you and atsumu to be early, but now, as the excitement of the night starts to arise, you feel pretty damn proud to be so close to this event right now.

atsumu pulls away, his smile the same as you first saw him today, and he leans in one last time to give you another peck on the lips.

your shoulders rise, and you smile, “come on, let’s go find samu.”

with the miya name, and the popularity of the original onigiri miya restaurant, it’s safe to say that the turnout of osamu’s party is alarminglysuccessful.

he’s got cousins from the other side of japan visiting him for tonight, and he’s unsure if that adds to his ego or his blood pressure more.

but aside from all that, not that his restaurant should be his first and only priority right now, atsumu stands next to him, his third glass of champagne almost completely empty.

there’s a groan in the back of osamu’s throat.

“i’m gonna do it.” atsumu nods, looking at you mingling with the crowd, watching with keen eyes as you laugh and talk with a few mutual friends.

he stands in the small buffet corner with his brother — the only person who knows what he’s planning — and with another sip of champagne, he nods faster.

osamu looks at him, “you’ve had three drinks.”

and atsumu shakes his head, “that’s why i’m gonna do it.”

see, atsumu has something he wants to do.

he’s been thinking about it for a while now, especially since he’s been part of his new contract, but every time he tries to actually do that thing he wants to do — he chickens out.

( atsumu would argue that his “chickening out” is only because he wants to make sure that what he wants to do would be something you’d want to do as well … and osamu would say that he’s chickening out because “yer a chicken and yer adopted.” )

“i’m going to do it.” atsumu takes the last sip from his glass, “right now.”

and osamu sighs, “please don’t ruin my party.”

“samu, more of your guests are arriving and i’m happy for you but i’m begging you to turn them away, they are going to finish all of your food.”

there’s a particular way your voice bounces as you say this, your hand pointing to the entrance door as you look at osamu who gives you a winning grin.

after a few minutes of that wretched mingling, you finally fall back to the corner where osamu and atsumu are at, but the air with them feels just as stiff as from before.

“i have something to say.” atsumu cuts in, looking you dead in the eye as he speaks.

your shoulders fall, “oh no.”

you know for a fact that atsumu miya is planning something. he’s been watching you sleep, staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking, and romantically (sure) but creepily whispering something on repeat under his voice whenever you pass him by.

so you know — for a fact — that he is planning something.

and you’re unsure if it’s a good thing or not.

what if he proposes? that’s insane, it’s only been barely a year since you two started dating.

what if he wants to break up? you’re going to kill him for choosing to do it now.

your expression is wary.

“i think — no—i know — i should — we — we should —” atsumu blinks, trying to get the words out.

if it isn’t obvious already, he is very ( if not completely ) nervous about this.

“wow.” osamu nods, watching from the side as his brother tries his best, “you are so good at this.”

atsumu shoots him a dirty look, and the next second, he’s back to looking at you.

there’s a second stuck in the air.

he really is nervous about this.

and he just sighs, his shoulders fall as does his chest, and he lets a deep breath out as he looks at you.

“i want you to move in with me.”

that is not what you were expecting him to say.

“i love you, and you have a drawer of things in my dresser and i have way too many shirts at your apartment floor, and you have a toothbrush at my sink and i’m pretty sure you have my MSBY team jacket that you’re purposely hiding from me.”

his face is pink, and you’re unsure if that’s from the alcohol or from the fact that he just said all of that in one breath.

atsumu looks stiff, “i want more than that.”

“i want you to have your own whole dresser and your own whole … hairbrush ….” he continues talking and he kinda wishes he doesn’t.

( from the side, osamu nods, listening in, “you’re so romantic.”

and atsumu replies, in a hush tone as if you’re not literally in front of them, “go away. shut up. stop listening.” )

he lets a deep breath out, “i want you to move in with me.”

and he smiles, because he doesn’t know what else to do.

“unless, ya don’t want to …” atsumu laughs nervously, taking a sip from his champagne glass only to be reminded that its already empty, “then that’s also fine… definitely.”

the last time he’s been this nervous for a response was when he told his mother he wouldn’t be going to college, and even then, he was less nervous than this.

you look at him, “that’s it?”

“uhm,” and his expression falls, his hand back on his nape, “yea — that’s it. sorry.”

relief spreads across your chest. so, he isn’t proposing and he isn’t breaking up with you.

“no,” you shake your head, eyes softening at how atsumu is visibly defeated by what you just said.

you step closer towards him, “i mean, of course i’ll move in with you, i practically live with you already.”

“yeah?” his expression picks up, “you would?”

“yeah.” you smile, and your arms are back looping around his neck, “i’d love to have my own whole dresser and my own whole hairbrush.”

he groans when you remind him of that, but he laughs anyway, and with it, he reciprocates your embrace.

the whole moving in together won’t fix the rough schedule the two of you have been fighting, but it would definitely make seeing each other a lot more easier.

atsumu leans in to kiss you, his hand holding you by your jaw and your cheek as he pulls you in close, and he smiles against your lips.

you pull away for a second, laughing, “does this mean you’ll finally stop watching me sleep?”

and with his nose still touching yours he asks, “are you finally gonna return my MSBY team jacket?”

“no.” you scoff, and atsumu ignores that as he pulls you back in to kiss you again.

he’s laughing, but he pulls away just to come back to your lips again just to pull away and do it all over again.

you are the love of his life. he’s so sure of that.

he laughs, “then no.”

It’s okay | Osamu Miya x Reader x Suna Rintaro

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Summary: Guys take care of you when your first drug experience is not good.

Warning: Drugs, obviously.

You regret coming to this stupid party. You regret having agreed to smoke that joint with friends, not with your classmates because true friends would not leave you alone in your state.

You are scared because you felt hot, but not in the horny sense but the sick sense as if you had a fever. You didn’t know if it was normal. Nor if the headache was normal, although you weren’t sure if that was to the music or the joint.

The only thing that was clear to you was that you didn’t want to be alone. But you didn’t want to talk to a stranger so you scoured the house looking for a familiar face. Nothing.

You started thinking about calling Kita, surely you would earn a scolding from your senpai because he had warned you not to hang out with those girls but you didn’t care. You needed someone’s security.

“Y / n!” A voice called out to you and you instantly turned to meet Osamu.

“Osamu!” you screamed and threw yourself to hug him, surprising him “I don’t feel good”

“What’s wrong with you?” Suna asked making you aware of his presence.

“I smoked joint and now my head hurts” you looked at them both with watery eyes “I also think I have a fever”

You weren’t even finished speaking and Osamu had already placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. He frowned when he saw that you were right.

That simple gesture was enough for Suna to open Uber and ask for a car.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes” she announced.

You started crying. Not because you didn’t want to leave but because you ruined your friends’ night. Once they could relax and you showed up to screw it up.

“Sorry to ruin your night” you sobbed looking at the floor.

“What are you talking about? I only came because Atsumu forced me. Thanks to you I have an excuse to go” said Osamu.

“But…

"This party is disgusting. You’re doing us a favor” Suna interrupted “Now stop whining, silly” I wipe your tears. But every time he got rid of one, a new one appears.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop crying” you admitted feeling embarrassed that they saw you this way. You probably looked pathetic with a red nose and watery eyes. Your sight is so clouded by tears that you could no longer see clearly the rest of the boys. They were surprised, they had never seen you like this before, you didn’t even cry so much when one of Riseki’s serves hit you on the head.

“Okay, Y / n,” said Osamu hugging you and instantly hid your face in his chest “Why don’t you tell us about the new anime you’re watching?” He asked while stroking your hair.

“I don’t want to, I just want hugs” you reached out to grab Suna’s jacket and bring him in for the hug.

Suna was going to run away until she saw the look Osamu gave her. He stayed even though he felt uncomfortable but then enjoyed the warmth of the three of them. And he felt even better when you stopped crying. In the end, he didn’t want to get away from you when you had to leave because the car had already arrived.

They ended up deciding to go to Osamu’s house. Your headache disappeared after trying the first bite of onigiri that Osamu made and while they ate Suna she showed them funny tik toks making you almost choke. When they got to the pole, Suna started talking about secrets and gossip about his classmates.

“I have a secret,” you said drawing the attention of both “I love you guys” you kissed the cheek of both.

“Y / n, you’re so corny, a thank you was enough,” said Suna with flushed cheeks, just like Osamu.

“You don’t even have to thank us, any friend would take care of taking care of his friend,” the other boy said this time.

You smiled and nodded.

If you were brave enough, you would have clarified that when you said that you loved them, you were not saying it only because of what they had done for you today, but that you were seriously confessing your feelings.

It’s okay, at least you have them as friends. For now, you could settle for that.

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You were right | Kei Tsukishima x Reader

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Summary: For once Tsukishima didn’t want to be right.

This isn’t based on me, of course not

You and Tsukishima were coming home, it was just the two of you because Yamaguchi had gone to practice floating serves with Shimada

Kei noticed something was wrong with you. You were too quiet. Nothing to do with your chatty and cheerful nature. Tired of seeing you with your depressive aura, he decided to find out what had happened to you. Maybe I could try to comfort you … although I wasn’t the best at it. I should have asked you when Yamaguchi was, surely he would have been of more help.

“What’s wrong?”

If you were talking to someone else you probably would have answered “nothing” but this is Tsukki and there is no point lying to him.

“You were right,” you said without lifting your eyes from your shoes “On him”

Tsukki frowned. You didn’t have to say who he was. I knew you were talking about that stupid boy you liked. He had told you that he only spoke to you to ask for your assignments and your notes, not because he was interested in you. For once Tsukishima didn’t want to be right. He was not satisfied, how could he be when you were sad? I hated seeing that downcast expression on your face.

“He is an idiot”

“No more than me” you laughed at yourself.

You felt so silly. How come you didn’t see it before? Of course, most conversations ended with you giving him your assignments. But at least he used to bother to cover it up by talking to you about something else before asking you for a favor. Now directly he only asked you things.

You didn’t know what you expected. Nor was it that you knew him a long time, it was obvious that he could not fall in love with you so quickly.

“If you are an idiot”

“Okay, you didn’t have to be so direct” you muttered.

“Let me finish” he ordered taking you by the chin to make you look at him “You are an idiot for being bad for him. If he cannot see that you are more than a way to get his assignments then it is his problem because he is missing out on being with a great person ”

“Tsukki!” you screamed with a smile before hugging him.

Kei wasn’t a person to easily say compliments so that he was saying those words to you meant a lot to you. He had never said something like that to you before and hear him say that you were a great person made your chest feel warm again. You were sorry you hadn’t recorded it because you didn’t think you would soon hear another compliment from the blonde. But now you were happy and that was what mattered.

“Y / n, you’re drowning me” he murmured, glad it was dark because otherwise, you would be seeing how pink his cheeks were.

“I’m sorry Tsukki” you apologized and loosened your grip but still didn’t let go.

“You can’t be all the way home hugging me,” he complained even though he didn’t even bother trying to pull away.

“Yes I can”

“Okay, so I’m not giving strawberry cake. I was willing to share it because you were sad but now that you are better…

"Tsukki!” you complained and the boy hid a smile with his scarf.

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Why not me? | Atsumu Miya x Reader (+ Shinsuke Kita)

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Summary: Atsumu wants to know why you don’t choose him.

Atsumu, Osamu, and you have been friends since they were little. Your mother and Mrs. Miya always said that when you grew up you would marry one of the twins. Little Atsumu was one hundred percent sure that it would be him and he was not afraid to say it, he did not want to wait for them to grow up so he proposed to you in the garden of his house. Osamu was not interested in marrying you so I do not fight for you, as Atsumu had expected, but the “trade” the wedding and you had only accepted because you liked the cute plastic ring that Atsumu managed to win in one of the machines in the central commercial.

When they grew up the idea of ​​marrying you did not abandon Atsumu. He believed that sooner or later they would end up together like the romantic movies he made them watch lately. It was always the same trope: friends in love with each other but taking time to confess their feelings for x reason but once they admitted that they loved each other they ended up together. He thought you were trying to indirectly tell him what you were feeling.

I was ready to save you work and confess but then one day you showed up at the gym with Kita’s jacket and holding hands with him. That day Atsumu did best practice, hoping to get your attention, hoping you would realize that you made the wrong choice and that he was the right choice. He saw it but your eyes never shone like when you looked at the captain of Inarizaki. Why did you see him so amazed? He was the setter, the most important position, and Kita was not a special player.

Atsumu decided to concentrate on volleyball while he waited for his chance with you. He thought that when Kita graduated, you two would break up. But no, they stayed together. Despite

Now, years later, he was at your wedding party, exactly in the bathroom vomiting while Osamu scolds him for having taken too much and Suna took photos for future blackmail.

“Hey, is he better?” you asked coming in with a bottle of water.

“He will survive” Osamu replied “You can go back to the party, don’t let this idiot ruin your night”

On any other occasion, Atsumu would be embarrassed that you don’t see in this state. He now he did not feel ashamed, the only thing he felt was pain, jealousy, and envy.

Why Kita? Why not him? Couldn’t you see that he could make you happier? He was a fucking volleyball player! He had more money than Kita! By God, you deserved more than this pathetic party to celebrate your wedding. He could give you more. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have to work anymore. You would not have to be aware of the bills or worried about spending too much on your wedding dress. He could give you anything you wanted but no, you’d rather be on a stupid farm with Kita.

“Why Kita? Why not me?” asked the blond, looking at you from the floor “I love you much much more than Kita”

Osamu wanted to hit his twin. This is what he was referring to when he told him not to do anything stupid. He thought they were already saving after Atsumu didn’t stop the ceremony by yelling “I object” but no the idiot had to get drunk and plead. He definitely should have made Atsumu stay home.

“No, you don’t”

Suna put her cell phone away as she felt how the atmosphere became tense. Maybe if this had happened during a party in high school Suna would have filmed it but now they were adults and he knew that this situation was not funny. Your pretty face now had a frown and you were tense. Goodbye to the happy bride.

“Yes, I do!” he said getting up with Osamu’s help. Feeling upset that you are invalidating his feelings.

“No, if you really love me did you wouldn’t be doing this to me on my wedding night” your scathing reply was like a beating for Atsumu “You’re selfish, Atsumu. You’re only doing this because you don’t want to be the only one unhappy tonight” you gave the bottle Suna and left the bathroom without wanting to listen to the blonde Miya anymore, leaving him crying while Osamu and Suna tried to comfort him.

When you left you heard Shinsuke’s laugh, instantly your body relaxed. Your husband’s laugh always had the same effect, it made you feel warm and it made your heart happy.

Without wasting any more time you ran towards him and hugged him from behind, managing to get his attention by forgetting about his conversation with Aran.

“Hey, is everything okay?” your husband asked turning around. He looked so handsome in his suit. Although to you he always looked handsome. Even when he came home with his dirty clothes after planting.

“Everything is perfect” you answered kissing him.

You would choose Shinsuke, over and over again. You didn’t mind not having a fancy life or being far from the city. The only thing that mattered to you was having Shinsuke by your side. He is the one who makes you happy, he is your home and nothing was going to change that.

“Can we cut the cake now? The baby wants to eat cake.”

“I thought the cravings started later,” Kita said making you laugh.

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Change of Plans | Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

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Summary: You were supposed to be the bridesmaid but you ended up being the bride.

Warning: You will feel sad for Tsuki

You knocked on the door of the room where the groom was. You didn’t have to wait long for the door to be opened for you.

“I knew you couldn’t bear to be with them” teased Akiteru letting you pass.

“Hey, was it that bad?” Tadashi asked, surprised when you took his glass of sake from him and drank all the liquid in one gulp.

It was normal for the guys to think that you were exhausted from being with the bride and the other ladies considering that you weren’t friends with the bride and that she only chose you because you are Kei’s best friend.

I wish you had come just to escape the unbearable ladies. But not. You were here to tell your best friend that his girlfriend, or now his ex-girlfriend, had run away. You still couldn’t believe it.

Still not responding, you grabbed another glass and poured sake before handing it to Kei.

“Take it, you’re going to need it,” you said gaining a confused look from the boys, except for Akiteru and Kei, who already had an idea of ​​what was going on “She ran away,” you said directly knowing that it was the best for Kei, she hated that spin around.

“Oh shit,” Kageyama said earning a punch from you.

“Sorry Kei” you grimaced “If it’s any use to you, we all know you deserve someone much better”

Hinata nodded several times “Right. She wasn’t that special.”

“Y / n, Shoyo! They are not helping” your boyfriend scolded them.

“Sorry, I’m nervous, I don’t know what to say,” Hinata said with several bows.

“Hey, I can go talk to the guests if you want. You don’t need to go out” said Tadashi, the best man, quickly once he got out of his daze.

“Hey Kei, are you okay?” Aketaru asked patting her back.

“So much money wasted for nothing,” said the blonde.

Shit, you weren’t expecting Tsukki to cry because well, it’s Tsukki but you weren’t expecting that answer either. You expected to hear him angry but he didn’t seem surprised or frustrated by the news.

Maybe he is just blocking her emotions and later he will vent to you when you are alone or when he finishes assimilating the situation you thought.

“At least we can keep using the catering,” Kageyama said and you rolled your eyes.

“You are lousy at comforting people, Kageyama” Hinata muttered.

“At least I tried”

“Guys, don’t fight, Tsukishima needs us now,” Yamaguchi reminded them.

“Why don’t you guys get married?” Kei said making you and Tadashi blush.

“What?” they both asked.

“I spent a lot of money organizing the wedding, at least it will be worth it if you guys get married” Tsukki explained.

“But”

“Well, I don’t think it’s a bad idea” Aketaru opined.

“This is too hasty,” Yamaguchi said.

“You two have been together for years, it’s not like you just started dating” Kei reminded them.

And he was right since high school that they are together. The three of them had known each other since they were children and it was always evident that Yamaguchi felt something for you, but he did not dare to confess even though Kei told him that his feelings were reciprocated and that for that reason you rejected the confessions of love the other guys made to you. Tadashi didn’t believe him until after winning the match against Shiratorizawa you kissed him.

“But Tadashi already saw me with the dress, if we get married we will have bad luck”

“Then we’ll get another one!” Shoyo stated with a smile.

“Wait,” said your boyfriend holding your hands “Are we really going to get married now?”

“Yes … unless you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you to do anything” you clarified instantly “I love you, with or without a ring, so I have no problem waiting for you” you smiled.

“Well, let’s do it” accepted Tadashi kissing you making the rest celebrate “Although yes my wedding vows are disgusting you can’t leave me” he added making everyone laugh.

“I will never leave you”

“Good enough. We have to take the bride” Hinata said carrying you along with Kageyama.

“Wait, who’s going to take me down the aisle?” you said before they took you out of the room.

Bonus

“Where are the ladies?” Kiyoko asked surprised to see Hinata, Kageyama, and Yachi enter first.

“Hey, Tanaka, wasn’t this supposed to be Tsukishima’s wedding?” Nishinoya whispered seeing you come in later with Suga? What the hell is going on?

“Is Tsukishima going to marry her?” Tanaka said just as confused.

The blond was still at the altar, along with Yamaguchi.

“And Yamaguchi is going to leave him?”

“Or are the three of them getting married?”

“Stop talking” Daichi ordered hitting them on the head.

“Ah, Y / n and Yamaguchi are getting married,” Nishinoya said when she saw Yamaguchi step forward “Maybe we misread the invitation,” she said to Asahi.

“Nishinoya, stop talking!” you said from the altar making the rest laugh while the man blushed.

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pairing: suna rintaro x gn!reader

wc: 3k (???)

tags: fluff, idiots to lovers, accidental confession-ish?, manager!reader

summary: who the hell was Mitsuhashi and what did he want with you??

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Oi, Suna.”

Suna groans.

Maybe he only had himself to blame. His morning had gone by suspiciously well – he woke up twenty minutes before his alarm was set to go off, which meant he had time to eat a hard-boiled egg before his run, which gave him enough energy to run an extra mile and a half. There was a complete breakfast spread on the table as soon as he finished getting ready for the day, and he left his house feeling satiated and productive.

So was it unreasonable for Suna to believe he was actually gonna have a good day? He’d like to think not.

But the heavy arm choking his neck, attached to a bottle blonde with a sleazy smirk tells him that really, he should have known better than to let his guard down so early.

Maybe if he ignored Atsumu he would go away… ?

“Dude, did ya hear about Mitsuhashi-kun?”

Suna sighs, hands itching to reach for the peace that was quickly slipping through his fingers like sand.

“What are you talking about?” Suna asks, side-stepping as he attempts to shrug himself out of Atsumu’s grip, but that only makes him pull Suna even closer.

“WELL! You’re in for a treat, because I heard that he was gonna –”

“Yo, Suna.”

Suna lets out an oof as yet another weighted arm is thrown around his shoulders, and suddenly he finds himself the meat between a Miya sandwich.

“Hey, man, did ya hear what’s going on with Mitsuhashi?”

Suna’s curiosity would have been officially piqued, but alas he was too disgruntled by the two disgustingly sweaty pits that were now sticking on both sides of his shoulder. It may be the summer, but really, is it normal for them to be this moist? The air around Suna felt humid, and he fought the immediate urge to gag.

“Buzz off, Samu, I was about to tell him,” Atsumu practically yelled from beside Suna’s ear, leaving behind a ringing as he reached in front of Suna to shove his brother’s arm.

“Don’t touch me, pig, you’re too slow, as usual,” Osamu retaliates, and Suna frowns as he’s stuck jostling between the two demons sent to ruin his day.

“What did you say?!”

“I said, you’re a slow pig—“

“Alright,” Suna forcefully extends his arms out, shoving his palms against the twins’ ribs and sending them flying sideways, “As fun as that wasn’t, I think I’ve had just about enough of you two for the day.”

Suna walks away just as the twins are regaining their balance, leaving them behind to blubber incoherently.

“Hey, wait —“

“No, Suna—“

“I said I was done for the day,” Suna doesn’t bother to spare them a glance, waving a hand above his head as he walks through the school gates.

Naively, Suna thought that was the end of it. And it was, for a brief moment of time. He arrived at his classroom and took his seat without incident, and his classes went on as they usually did. The group he had been assigned to during Science all actually did their work, and he got a much better score on his English exam than he realized.

He nearly forgot about his morning incident with the dynamic duo — that is, until lunch time.

“Hey, Suna!”

He looks up from his desk at his classmate calling his name from the door.

“Where’s y/n?”

Suna’s head immediately turns to your seat from across the classroom, eyes narrowing when he finds it empty.

Odd. He definitely saw you there earlier. You were making faces at him during Math, and you didn’t want to show him your score on that English test (that’s how he knows you failed).

Lunch had started seven minutes ago. On a regular day, you’d have dragged him out of his seat by now. It was Monday, and they were serving your favorite lunch— you’d probably make him run so you could beat the lines. The weather was nice, so he was thinking you’d try to convince him to eat out in the courtyard. He would have fought you on it, but honestly, he wanted to enjoy the sun too.

Yet today, your seat was empty. And if he wasn’t having a bad day before, then he was definitely having one now.

“No idea,” he answers gruffly, leaning back in his seat and turning his attention down to his phone.

“Sorry, Mitsuhashi, y/n’s not here.

Suna’s headphones were halfway into his ears, freezing when he heard that name. Mitsuhashi? Suna only knows him in passing – the captain of the basketball team… or was it soccer? Something that involved a lot of running. Suna’s interactions with him mainly involved fighting over club spots during school festivals, but he was… nice enough.

So what was he doing here, and what the hell did he want with you? Is he the reason you were nowhere to be found?

Wait… weren’t the idiots trying to tell him something about Mitsuhashi this morning? Damn, what was it? For the first time in his life, he finds himself thinking that maybe he should have listened to Atsumu.

Suna shudders at the thought. How could he let himself slip like this.

He quickly stands, the legs of his chair screeching loudly against the floor, and he figures it couldn’t hurt to just ask Mitsuhashi himself.

But when Suna gets to the classroom door, the boy in question was gone. Suna sticks his head out past the door frame, turning side to side, but he was faced with nothing but an empty hallway.

Hm. He runs faster than Suna thought.

And Suna never got the chance to ask what was going on – not Mitsuhashi, not the Miyas, and not even you. He had walked the entirety of the Inarizaki campus during his lunch break, even had time to stop by the cafeteria for a yakisoba pan, yet he couldn’t find anyone he was looking for.

It was strange. By this time, Suna would normally be fighting the three of you off with a stick – Atsumu arguing that he’s known Suna the longest, you retaliating that you were Suna’s favorite (true, but Suna would rather kiss Atsumu’s ass than admit that), and Osamu joining in with nonsense just for the sake of arguing.

The cacophony of voices usually made his ears want to bleed, but today the absence of it felt like a premonition, and it sent shivers all the way down his spine.

You were back in your seat when he returned to class, but he was five minutes late, the teacher was already giving him dirty looks, and you hadn’t even bothered to look up from your textbook.

He sat back down at his desk without another word.

The rest of his day went on seemingly normal, except it wasn’t.

He was able to get through his History class without any distractions — his notes impeccable and concise. But that was the problem. His phone sat silent in his blazer’s pocket, not having buzzed even once. Why haven’t you texted him all day? Where was the stupid cat meme that you seem to have an endless supply of, and were apparently determined to send him every single one in your arsenal? He’s told you to quit texting him during class a million times, but you’ve never listened to him before.

And then it was time to switch classrooms for Japanese. In this class, you actually sat next to him, and he was waiting for it. Waiting for the inevitable slip of paper you slid on his desk every day without fail, with your messy writing and a hastily scribbled smiley face — but it never came.

He always said it was annoying — juvenile to pass notes in class. Stop wasting his time, he’s not there to fail.

So he should be relieved, then. You’ve left him alone, like he’s always begged you to do.

But Suna Rintaro was upset. He could feel his blood simmering, bringing forth a rising heat beneath his eyes.

The thought of initiating contact briefly crossed Suna’s mind, and he nearly ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook, but he stopped. Because why should he? Wasn’t that your thing? Weren’t you the one incessantly pursuing Suna, outlandishly proclaiming your love or whatever? Didn’t you say you were gonna do whatever it took to get him to fall for you? Butting into his life like you’ve always belonged there, digging your heels in no matter how hard Suna pushed?

What, were you giving up on him all of a sudden?

Whatever. Suna didn’t care — he should be glad. He’s told you he wasn’t interested a million times, so maybe you finally got the hint. Maybe today was the new normal for him now — peaceful, and quiet, and not a single word from you. Great. Good. Fine.

Then classes ended, and you didn’t stop and wait to walk with him to practice, and he was upset. But his feet were definitely not stomping on the ground as he made his way to the locker rooms, and the deep frown on his face couldn’t possibly be the reason why everyone seemed to jump out of his way.

He takes a deep breath. Maybe he’s being irrational. Maybe coach asked you to come early to set up the nets. There was a possibility you might have just been having a bad day. You’d tell him about it eventually, right?

Suna’s thoughts were jumping back and forth as he exited the locker rooms, his mini melt down interrupted when he crashes.

“Ow, what the… don’t just stand there you idiots —“

“Shhh, Suna, shut the fuck up!”

Atsumu whisper-shouts as he grabs Suna’s collar and yanks him down, forcing Suna to crouch down low. Osamu’s head was peeking just around the corner of the building, and Atsumu quickly peeks over his brothers shoulder, turning back to Atsumu with a mischievous smile

“Be quiet, or they’ll see us,” Osamu mumbles, shooting an elbow back directly into Atsumu’s cheek. Suna was mildly impressed when Atsumu doesn’t make a peep, but it was quickly dissolved when he began to feel a cramp in his knees.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Suna whispers, though he has no idea why is he made to be quiet.

“Mitsuhashi-kun’s confessing to Y/N,” Atsumu answers without looking back, and Suna feels like he’s been dropped from the sky.

“Huh? He’s going to what?” Suna immediately stands, but Atsumu was quick to drag him back down.

“We tried to tell you, but you didn’t want to listen,” Osamu snaps, “So shut up, and watch.”

Suna wanted to reach out with both hands and grab a fistful of hair each and knock their heads together so hard their noses started to bleed.

But not as much as he wanted to see what happens next.

So he bites his tongue, and he crouches down, and he sees Mitsuhashi standing red-faced, sweat dripping down his forehead as he shifted his weight between his feet. You stood in front of him with your hands behind your back, looking down at your shoes.

“So what I mean is…” Suna can vaguely hear the nasally, whiny voice of Mitsuhashi drone on, and it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“Please go out with me!”

Mitsuhashi bows deeply. You blink at him with your mouth dropped. In front of him, Osamu and Atsumu laugh

“Well, at least he’s got the balls,” Atsumu mutters, and Suna ignores the side eye in anticipation of what you would say next.

It was silent for a minute, or for eternity? Suna couldn’t tell, it felt the same to him. You shuffled your feet for a moment, and Mitsuhashi stayed parallel to the floor, eyes clenched as he waited for your response.

“I— uhh… I’m sorry, but… I can’t.”

Suna lets out a sigh of relief.

Mitsuhashi shoots up like a bolt of lightning, distressed as he takes a step forward.

“Huh? But why?”

“I just can’t,” you answer as you step back, but Mitsuhashi looked desperate.

“Is it because you have a boyfriend or something?”

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but —“

“Then why can’t you —“

Suna doesn’t know when he started walking, nor did he realize the twins were hot in his heels. But before he realized it, the three of them stood between you and Mitsuhashi, the poor basketball-or-soccer captain unable to do anything but stare up at the towering athletes.

“We’re going to be late for practice.”

Suna said nothing else. He simply wraps a hand around wrist, and drags you to the gym. The twins stayed behind for reasons Suna could only guess, but he refused to let go until you were sitting on the bench beside the net.

“You okay?” He asks softly. You stare up at him wide-eyed, nodding your head slowly.

“Suna, I —“

“Okay! Get in position for some passing drills! Let’s go!”

You looked frustrated when Suna turned to run on the court, but Suna couldn’t be more grateful for a reason to get away.

It was nearly impossible for him to focus now, and it was painfully obvious. His spikes were flying out of bounds, his serves were barely making it over the net, and he crashed into Ginjima twice.

What could he possibly have said to you?

There was a multitude of emotions swirling in his rib cage, some he could name, and some he never knew existed.

He felt frustrated, blindsided by the fact that apparently everyone knew this was happening but him. But what would he have done if he knew? Would he have tried to stop it, tell Mitsuhashi to stick it somewhere else? Then that would mean he —

Alright, and there is a small (read: big) part of him that felt almost too pleased at your rejection. Though it was at the price of someone else’s misfortune, Suna felt guilty at the fact that he really didn’t care. You rejected him.

But there was something else that was bothering, something that gnawed away at him like a rat, desperately fighting to escape from a burning bucket.

It devoured his thoughts throughout the entirety of practice, the hours practically just waving past him as they floated by. He almost didn’t hear his coach screaming in his ear about his “lack of concentration” and if he wasn’t better tomorrow, he was “skipping the next three practice games”.

Honestly, that felt like the least of Suna’s problems.

You looked surprised when you saw Suna waiting for you outside of the locker rooms. Though, he’s not sure why. You make him walk him with you everyday, don’t you? This wasn’t brand new.

What was brand new, though, was the silence that hung in the air as you walked awkwardly behind him.

And it really irritates him, it really really does, because you both know that your place was to walk beside him.

“Why’d you tell him that?” Suna finally speaks, his voice cutting into the tension like a hot knife through butter.

“Huh? Tell who what?” You sounded so small, it made Suna stop in his tracks. He turns around when he notices you’ve stopped too, and he nods his head sharply, motioning for you to move forward.

He waits until you’ve caught up to him to reply.

“Mitsuhashi. Why’d you tell him that?”

“What are you talking about,” You sounded confused, “I rejected him—“

“Why did you say you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

Suna crosses his arms, and straightens his back. He fights the amusement threatening to spill through the corners of his lips as he watches you gape at him incredulously.

“Because… I don’t have one?” Your reply was unsure, as if worried your toes might have been caught in a trap.

“What, I thought you liked me? Weren’t you the one that confessed during the open ceremony, and swore that I would become your boyfriend, and we would—“

Suna couldn’t continue his sentence, too busy trying to dodge the fists that were flying at his face. Your face was red, contorted in a mix of anger and embarrassment, and Suna couldn’t think of anything cuter.

The distraction was a hefty price to pay, because you managed to land a heavy blow on Suna’s gut, and he groans as he doubles over.

“I do like you, you fucking asshole,” you continue to pummel at his shoulders, and he covers his snickers with a cough, “And you know that, so why play dumb! You don’t need to mess with me.”

You started kicking at his shins now, practically pummeling Suna down his neighborhood.

“I’ve liked you since the first day I walked into this school, and I still like you know, but I can like for as much and as long as I want, it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me back.”

You still threw your fists at his chest, but Suna stills when he sees the teardrops that began to fall down your cheeks.

“And if you don’t like me back, then I can’t call you my boyfriend—“

“Are you dumb? I do like you.”

Your fists freeze against his chest, standing stiff and staring at him dumbfounded. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, blinking rapidly as your lips twist into a scowl. You lay your palms flat against Suna’s chest, and shove him away from you.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Suna. It’s really not funny this time —“

Suna reaches forward and grabs your wrist, tugging you hard until your chest nearly bumps with his.

“I’m not joking, y/n. You really think I would about this?”

Suna couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand what felt so wrong about everything until this moment.

“I like you,” Suna says again, and he slides his hand down from your wrist to interlock your fingers.

“So the next time someone confess to you, tell them you have a boyfriend. Okay?”

There might as well have been fireworks in the sky, with the way you grinned at him.

“Okay.”