#kiyoomi x yn

haikyuu!! characters and you making a playlist reminding you of them

featuring: sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, suna rintarō and kageyama tobio 

kiyoomi

• you left to make some tea, and left your phone in the room
• it’s not like he was swooping through it! it was connected to a speaker so you didn’t turn it off, so you can easily change music
• a song he really hates came on, so he decided to change it
• he picked up a phone and realized, he doesn’t even know what to play
• “what if I play something they won’t like” and all the dumb anxious thoughts started to flow through his mind
• so he decided to play something from YOUR playlists! he’ll find something he likes, and it’ll be obvious you like the song, since it’s on your playlist. genius plan, right?
• he started sliding the playlists until he found something that caught his attention
• the title being a lyric from the song “Loverman” by Rick Montgomery
• he entered it, thinking nothing in particular, but the caption below the title!
• it said “I just miss my boyfriend, okay?”
• wait… what? his brain didn’t process this correctly for a second
• it felt so illegal to look through the songs in there, they seemed so private
• he honestly felt the urge to put the phone down
• but then he saw the most cheesy song he could think of
• song being “18” by One Direction
• you didn’t even listen to that band from what he recalled, yet it was there and he was familiar with the lyrics of it
• he felt a weird drop in his heart, like a sudden wave of excitement, suddenly he couldn’t sit still
• this didn’t occur often and he didn’t know how to act.

You came back to the room holding two cups of tea, the first sight being your boyfriend sitting unnaturally still and straight.

“You okay over there?” you asked softly, putting the cups on the table in front of you and giving him a small side glance.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he ask, eyes set or something in a completely different direction than your face.

You sat next to him and noticed that even though the same song was playing, your phone was in a completely different place than the one you left it in.

“Don’t you hate this song, Omi? Why didn’t you change it?” you asked, reaching for the device. Good thing you didn’t saw his eyes widen when he realized, he didn’t change the playlist he was looking at.

You were silent for an awfully long moment, eyes glued to the screen, while he was dying just two meters away. Were you gonna be mad? Sad? Disappointed? It would really be easier if you said something, he thought.

But then he started thinking about that playlist again. So you miss him, huh? That was a weirdly pleasuring fact, he didn’t know why. He was proud of himself for no reason.

But then he thought, were you really in need of a playlist like that? Maybe he was too distant, maybe he wasn’t enough boyfriend-ish?

The song he was looking at suddenly started playing, but it wasn’t enough for him to look up.

“You know, I listen to it every time you go for a game somewhere far, and you’re gone for a couple of days”

“It’s not possible to miss someone that quick” he replied almost immediately, as if he didn’t think about it before speaking. “At least to miss me that quick”

“Well, when you’re in love, it is” you replied, the grin on your lips so wide it could be heard in your voice. His heart skipped a bit. “And I have loved you since we were eighteen” you poorly sang the lyrics of the song, laughing immediately after, causing him to also smile a tiny little bit.

You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, Mr Insecure” you said, standing up and giving him your hand. “I always wanted to dance with you to this song.”

atsumu

• you were sleeping before he came over, and you noted that you were to take a nap and that he could let himself in.
• chill music was playing inside your whole place
• it didn’t take long for him to find you draped over the sofa, a peaceful look on your face
• you’ve been really stuck on work recently, so he was happy that you finally got some rest
• however it wasn’t going to stop him
• he located your phone and planned to wake you up by suddenly playing some metal music instead of the chill lo-fi in the background
• it was gonna be “hilarious”
• so he proceeded to unlock the phone and was about to enter search bar when he noticed the name of the playlist that was currently playing
• “missing my dumbass” huh?
• he just looked through the songs endlessly, even though there weren’t that many
• huge smile subconsciously appeared on his face and suddenly he didn’t have the heart to wake you up
• However he did lift your head really slightly and put it in his lap instead of the pillow instead.
• So you were napping while he just stared at the songs in awe, somehow surprised by the fact that you could miss him

“City of Stars, huh? I remember when you made me sit through that movie” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “And when you tried to teach me the chords to that, too” he giggled “Guess it’s better when you play and I pretend to know how to sing”

He kept chuckling and smiling to himself about what he was finding, until he put the phone down and looked down at your asleep face.

“Look at you. You really love me!” he grinned, peacefully sure of what he was saying. Wow, you really did love him. Why was it so surprising? Why was he this shocked?

He always thought he had plenty faith in himself, but somehow when it came to you, he could never hear enough of your praise before he’d actually believe your confessions.

You woke up soon after to him playing with your hair, a mindless look on his face.

“I remember falling asleep somewhere else” you commented sarcastically, but he only smiled, his mind some place else. “What’s wrong, Tsumu?” you asked, concerned about his cheeky attitude being gone. You got half up and looked him in those absent eyes, but he only hugged you closer to him, resulting in your face being buried against his neck.

“I just missed you” he said, hardly overcoming his emotions. “A lot”

“Did you? That’s rare” you laughed, but noticed the song playing in the background. You distanced yourself from him enough to look him in the eyes with the deadpan, but low key amused look. “Or were you just looking through my phone like a crazy person?”

He rolled his eyes.

“It was a great plan, until ya decided to make me emotional!” his nicely covered accent was always showing more when he was trying to remain calm. It made you giggle.

“Aw, look at you, are you gonna cry?” you joked mockingly, causing him to look away in embarrassment. He lightly pushed you off his thighs onto the couch. “Hey!”

“Yer the worst” he said, walking to the kitchen to pour himself some water. “The WORST!”

“You’re just mad because I made you too flustered to make a flirty comeback!”

„Shut it!”

rintarō

• this boy, oh my god
• this boy has his own playlists for you
• and he keeps them like a caged secret never to be exposed
• seriously, he has a lock on his Spotify app
• he’s secretly a sucker for all the romantic things like those couple playlists, photos of holding hands, that stuff
• but he’d never, ever admit it, not even to you
• so one day, you were at his place, and the Miyas, Kita and Aran were there, too.
• His phone died, and it was connected to the speaker, as it always is, because
• “you all listen to shit, I’m gonna choose something”
• so when it died, he started aggressively poking your shoulder until you looked at him
• “babe. baby. honey. y/n!”
• “what, rin?” you finally reply, while in the middle of the conversation with Osamu
• “Can i get your phone? music’s dead” he asks politely, and you nod mindlessly, while still paying attention to what Osamu was saying.
• To be honest you didn’t even hear what you’re agreeing to, but soon he placed your phone in front of your face so you’d insert the password
• You unlocked it, and he happily went over to the music app, while connecting it to the speaker
• He was just gonna search for his playlist, but he forgot the phone isn’t his, and he needs to search it instead of just hitting “playlists”
• But it was the first thing he mechanically did, and the first title he saw, was, drumroll please…
• “it’s missing rin hours”
• it’s what hours now? he could NOT believe his eyes
• well well well, so he spent all this time hiding his Pinterest-like romantic dreams to himself, while you… had a playlist? to remind you of him?
• he wanted to look. but he remembered how much he would be embarrassed if you were to look at his, so he decided not to
• he just searched for his playlist and turned it on like nothing happened, but after handing you back the phone, he could not stop smiling
• good think you were talking

Minutes passed, and the whole group was just chatting, eating and laughing, while the music was in the background, but Suna just sat back and didn’t pay attention to the conversation. Suddenly, he saw a palm right before his face, waving for his attention.

“Quit zoning out, Rin!” he heard your voice and looked over at you, and the amused smile on your lips. “Come on, we’re playing cards and nobody shuffles them like you do”

He simply nodded and proudly went over to the table, took his chair and started shuffling the cards in a truly “casino-like” manner, a confident smile never leaving his lips.

“What is it Suna, are you hiding all the good cards for yourself so you can win again?” Aran asked, and he just scoffed.

“Oh yeah, I remember we weren’t supposed to let him shuffle again!” Osamu joined.

“Yer a cheater, Suna, gimme that” Atsumu placed his hand in front of Rintarō, to make him surrender the cards faster.

“Please, you shuffle like a four year old” he bit back, already started to give the cards to people. “Alright what’re we playing?”

Suna was weirdly confident that night. Not that he was ever insecure, he just… acted more like Atsumu rather than like himself. It was weird to watch, honestly, but you didn’t mind, since he seemed happy. It was like this until you left, and you didn’t say a word, but as soon as you got to the car, you couldn’t bare to stay silent anymore.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“What’s supposed to be up?” he said, not even glancing over at you, eyes fixed on what was behind the vehicle, hand over the back of your seat, another one on the steering wheel, trying to leave the parking lot.

“What’re you so happy about?”

“What, can’t I be happy? That’s a rude thing to hear from my own s/o”

”You know what I mean” you whined, rolling your eyes.

“Do I?” He asked, and you started to get irritated with his responses, but before you could say anything, he just added “Maybe it’s just annoying my s/o hours”

After that, he simply smiled and focused on the road in front of him, leaving you to your own embarrassment, silently glancing to catch you get redder every time he looked.

tobio

• this guy doesn’t have playlists on his own
• he just listens to what he wants to, he searches it
• so he’s really not in the subject when one day you’re in the shower when some weird music comes in
• he just laughs at what the hell are you listening to?
• and you say the playlist must’ve ended, and he can put on another one
• okay but… where?
• so you shout the instructions to just go to “your library”, pick one and just click shuffle
• he does as you told, but- woah, why do you have so many?
• he starts to go through them, but it’s really just pure chaos
• up until he finds a playlist, named “don’t tell tobio but I miss him”
• wow, the title makes it seem so private, he almost doesn’t want to ope-
• oops, he opened it
• and the songs there- it caught his heart from the very start
• don’t get me wrong, he thinks they’re cheesy
• but there’s something about them that makes his eyes feel hot all of the sudden
• and you miss him? really? all this time he tried to be as distant and reserved as he could, so you wouldn’t think he’s clingy
• and you-
• he needed to sit down for a second

You came out of the shower, still with a towel wrapping your wet hair, when you noticed that a song you don’t know was playing, and Tobio sat on the couch with an uneasy expression.

“It’s not that hard to find it, you know” you said, walking over to him, about to take your phone away, but he quickly put it behind his back and looked up at you with an slight, tiny little grin.

“Gimme that”

“Nope”

“Why?”

“You have to come and get it” he said, moving back against the couch. You were shocked to the very core about his sudden confidence, and well, cheesyness, but what could you do, you sat in his lap and tried to get the phone from behind his back.

In the process, he started to tickle you, making you laugh, throw your head back, resulting in your towel falling to the floor.

“Stop, oh my gosh, just give me the- the- the phone!” you managed to say in between giggles.

When he finally stopped, your head was resting on his chest while you desperately tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry. I just wanted you to have a fun memory to think of while you miss me” he said teasingly, causing you to look up with a “how dare you” look on your face.

“So you-“

“Rewrite the stars? Really?”

You hit him on the chest

“Shut up you idiot”

“Awh, don’t act like that. You’re gonna miss it when I’m gone” he said in an over dramatic manner, looking away, and you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“Drama queen”

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: implied alcohol use, timeskip 

Word Count: 0.8k

Requested:@milktyama​ 

Summary: Kiyoomi didn’t want you anymore… right?

A/N:you said hurt you with the angst so I did my best. hope you like rin, mwah

Haikyuu Masterlist//Love Song Event Masterlist

Sakusa stared up at the ceiling.

He was laying in bed, trying to sleep, but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. What he had said to you all those days ago. 

When he told you to leave.

All my friends are drunk again / And I’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself / Don’t need nobody else

“Omi, I want to talk.”

“What?” He had just got home, just got into the door and you were already up his ass. 

“Can you please just listen?” You begged, stepping in front of him to stop him from walking away. 

“Fine,” he glared down at you. “What.”

“You’re working yourself too hard, I am worried about you.”

“What I do is none of your business,” he seethed and pushed past you into the apartment you shared. 

“Yes it is, I love you, and I am worried about you. You stay out all night practicing, you’re going to get yourself hurt. Have you ever stopped to think-”

“Have you ever stopped to think about how annoying your whining is?” Kiyoomi whirled on you, spitting the words like venom in your face. 

“Omi, I’m just worried about you-”

“Yeah, well maybe you shouldn’t.”

You bit your lip. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you should stay the fuck out of my buisness.”

“I can’t do that as long as I am with you.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be.”

All my friends are drunk again / And I’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself / Don’t need nobody else

The memory kept replaying over and over in his mind. He was stressed from practice, they had been on a losing streak and the whole team had been restless. Putting in more practice. Sleeping less. Their coach had warned them against it, but it was a moot point. They all breathed volleyball. So when it wasn’t going good, they weren’t going good. 

He had been meaning to break up with you. 

You had been harassing him for a while. It was about time he cut you loose. He just couldn’t stand your nagging, your worry, all of your pointless emotions. He wanted you gone. It was easier with you gone.

So why couldn’t he sleep?

I never have thought / When you’re gone / I’d find it hard to carry on

He was waiting. Alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t stand it. 

If it could help him sleep at night, then it could get him through this… right?

He didn’t allow himself to think. He just grabbed the bottle and downed its contents.

And then it came. 

The knock on the door.

On autopilot he got up and stumbled to the door. He opened it and couldn’t help the leap in his chest when he saw you. You were there, with one of your friends. 

A guy. 

Kiyoomi scowled.

“Sorry, I’ll be quick grabbing my stuff,” you said, and edge to your voice. It was a sarcastic apology, not a true one, and Kiyoomi knew that. 

“I’ss fine,” Kiyoomi partially slurred. He stepped aside to let you in, but you hesitated. You raised an eyebrow at him asking a silent question. He didn’t want to answer.

You sighed and entered the apartment, your friend trailing behind you. Kiyoomi busied himself in the kitchen and pretended not to hear the man with you, slipping into a daydream.

And it’s probably ‘cause / I fell in love way back then / And I think about us when

You were asleep. 

You two had been working on a project for school when you asked to lay down for just a minute. Well, a minute had turned into thirty into an hour. Kiyoomi was leaning up against his bed, your head in his lap, doing his best to keep still. 

But as the time ticked on he started to worry about you walking home too late. So he attempted to wake you up. 

He shook your shoulder gently and you looked up with bleary eyes. You smiled at him and Kiyoomi’s heart stopped. You said something, but Kiyoomi couldn’t make it out over the rushing in his head.

He loved you.

I think about us when / All my friends are drunk again / And I’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself

“Do you want to talk?” Your soft voice stirred Kiyoomi from his thoughts. He looked over at you. You were alone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” He spat without thinking. 

You frowned. “He’s not… whatever. He’s at the car. We’re alone, so you can talk to me.”

“What about?”

“Omi…”

“Don’t call me that,” Kiyoomi snarled reflexively, taking a step towards you. You stood your ground though, not moving an inch. 

“I am worried about you.”

“When will you stop? I am fine, okay? I don’t need you or anyone else worrying about me.”

You bit your lip. You thought for a second. 

“Fine, I’ll go. Text me if you need me. I’m still here for you.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

The door shut.

He was alone.

I got nobody else

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