It was far too easy to flirt with Tetsurō, the banter just seemed to flow between you two. Even in a room that wasn’t your own and with paranoia lingering constantly in the back of your mind, it was so easy to get lost in him.
It was way too early to be up and texting, but the last thing you wanted to do was end the conversation where it was. It was new and felt like a breath of fresh air.
Except for when he managed to steal your breath away and replace it with butterflies, which tended to happen more often than not.
From cheesy pick up lines to genuinely sweet comments, he was easily sweeping you off your feet and you couldn’t find it in yourself to resist his magnetic pull. He felt… safe.
When a text came through saying ‘can I call you?’ you were quickly, almost embarrassingly so, scrambling to grab your earbuds before calling him yourself.
“Well, that was quicker than I expected, kitten~ excited to talk to me?” His quiet voice echoed in your ear, causing your cheeks to warm up at his perception. “Okay, and what if I was?” You smirked.
Tetsurō’s chuckle sounded unbothered, much to your chagrin, but you weren’t overly surprised by it. “Oh? So, what would you say if I was just… five minutes away. Hypothetically, of course?”
You blinked, not expecting such a seemingly non-hypothetical question. “You’re not… you’re at my house. Aren’t you.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement and you could practically hear his smug smirk over the phone before he laughed.
“Maybe~ I heard there was a fox park nearby and thought it might be fun to get you out of the house! If you’re up to it, of course! We don’t have to, we could just text-“
You sniffled a bit, too touched to be embarrassed. “You really drove five hours at the ass crack of dawn to take me to a park?”
He clicked his tongue and you could just imagine him wagging his finger. “Not just a park! A foxpark, and really, I don’t mind driving across all of Japan to see you, morning or night.”
After changing, packing a small bag, and giving Hajime a quick rundown of your plans (he wasn’t thrilled about being woken up, but he was happy that you were happy) you stepped out of the door, beyond excited to see Tetsurō.
The second you opened his car door, his wide grin was greeting you. “Good morning, (Y/N/N), thanks for joining me so spontaneously.”
You scoffed, beaming, as you squeezed his hand. “I should be thanking youforevenplanning all of this! I mean seriously, thank you so much, Tetsu.”
He started the car, a lopsided grin on his face. “You can’t thank me yet, you haven’t even heard the whole plan yet!”
Your eyes widened, yet again surprised by his dedication to today’s upcoming activities. “What else could there be?” You questioned, fiddling with his aux cord.
“Well,Zaō Fox Village is about two hours away and opens at nine, and since it’s only about 6:30, I figured we’d stop for breakfast! There’s a fancy little joint about an hour away, what do you say?”
He hardly needed a response past your ecstatic expression, but you still couldn’t help but voice agreement. His laugh, as crazy as it was, was quickly becoming a sound you never wanted to stop hearing.
And luckily for you, he found what you’d said particularly hilarious. As he drove off, beginning your adventure, you realized that you felt completely at ease. Your playlist drifting through the car, the beautiful sunset, and Tetsu’s company… it was all things you wanted to experience as often as possible.
“So how was it? Scale of one to ten?” You glanced over at Tetsurō, a permanent smile adorning your face. “The food? Ten. Foxes? Ten. The company? Mmm… I’d say… a hundred.”
The ravenette laughed, but you could see the pink tint lightly coloring his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad I could cheer you up. Now, I have one more surprise for you. Close your eyes, yeah?”
A confused smile spread across your face, but you obeyed, nonetheless. “What is-“ Before you could finish your sentence, warm lips were covering yours.
You jumped a bit in surprise, but a hand on the side of your neck grounded you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Kissing him was… everything you had, and hadn’t, imagined. His lips tasted of caramel and your senses were overwhelmed with him, but at the moment, there was nothing more that you could want.
It was far too easy to flirt with Tetsurō, the banter just seemed to flow between you two. Even in a room that wasn’t your own and with paranoia lingering constantly in the back of your mind, it was so easy to get lost in him.
It was way too early to be up and texting, but the last thing you wanted to do was end the conversation where it was. It was new and felt like a breath of fresh air.
Except for when he managed to steal your breath away and replace it with butterflies, which tended to happen more often than not.
From cheesy pick up lines to genuinely sweet comments, he was easily sweeping you off your feet and you couldn’t find it in yourself to resist his magnetic pull. He felt… safe.
When a text came through saying ‘can I call you?’ you were quickly, almost embarrassingly so, scrambling to grab your earbuds before calling him yourself.
“Well, that was quicker than I expected, kitten~ excited to talk to me?” His quiet voice echoed in your ear, causing your cheeks to warm up at his perception. “Okay, and what if I was?” You smirked.
Tetsurō’s chuckle sounded unbothered, much to your chagrin, but you weren’t overly surprised by it. “Oh? So, what would you say if I was just… five minutes away. Hypothetically, of course?”
You blinked, not expecting such a seemingly non-hypothetical question. “You’re not… you’re at my house. Aren’t you.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement and you could practically hear his smug smirk over the phone before he laughed.
“Maybe~ I heard there was a fox park nearby and thought it might be fun to get you out of the house! If you’re up to it, of course! We don’t have to, we could just text-“
You sniffled a bit, too touched to be embarrassed. “You really drove five hours at the ass crack of dawn to take me to a park?”
He clicked his tongue and you could just imagine him wagging his finger. “Not just a park! A foxpark, and really, I don’t mind driving across all of Japan to see you, morning or night.”
After changing, packing a small bag, and giving Hajime a quick rundown of your plans (he wasn’t thrilled about being woken up, but he was happy that you were happy) you stepped out of the door, beyond excited to see Tetsurō.
The second you opened his car door, his wide grin was greeting you. “Good morning, (Y/N/N), thanks for joining me so spontaneously.”
You scoffed, beaming, as you squeezed his hand. “I should be thanking youforevenplanning all of this! I mean seriously, thank you so much, Tetsu.”
He started the car, a lopsided grin on his face. “You can’t thank me yet, you haven’t even heard the whole plan yet!”
Your eyes widened, yet again surprised by his dedication to today’s upcoming activities. “What else could there be?” You questioned, fiddling with his aux cord.
“Well,Zaō Fox Village is about two hours away and opens at nine, and since it’s only about 6:30, I figured we’d stop for breakfast! There’s a fancy little joint about an hour away, what do you say?”
He hardly needed a response past your ecstatic expression, but you still couldn’t help but voice agreement. His laugh, as crazy as it was, was quickly becoming a sound you never wanted to stop hearing.
And luckily for you, he found what you’d said particularly hilarious. As he drove off, beginning your adventure, you realized that you felt completely at ease. Your playlist drifting through the car, the beautiful sunset, and Tetsu’s company… it was all things you wanted to experience as often as possible.
“So how was it? Scale of one to ten?” You glanced over at Tetsurō, a permanent smile adorning your face. “The food? Ten. Foxes? Ten. The company? Mmm… I’d say… a hundred.”
The ravenette laughed, but you could see the pink tint lightly coloring his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad I could cheer you up. Now, I have one more surprise for you. Close your eyes, yeah?”
A confused smile spread across your face, but you obeyed, nonetheless. “What is-“ Before you could finish your sentence, warm lips were covering yours.
You jumped a bit in surprise, but a hand on the side of your neck grounded you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Kissing him was… everything you had, and hadn’t, imagined. His lips tasted of caramel and your senses were overwhelmed with him, but at the moment, there was nothing more that you could want.
it’s two a.m. when you wake up and miss being in love and being touched. and how kuroo used to keep the lights on for you until you fell asleep because you can’t sleep in the dark. and that one time you were scrolling through your phone and he said “i want my children to have your eyes.” or that one time you went with him to the grocery store across from your apartment, both in your loungewear, but he got distracted making puns out of junk food brand names that you ended up not buying anything. but especially that time you stayed in kuroo’s apartment and went to bed with just your undergarments on and realized you’ve never been this comfortable exposing yourself to someone else. next thing you know it’s two a.m. and you wonder if you miss being in love or being loved.
notes ; it’s been a while since i updated you guys, think of this as my check in. i hope you’re all doing well !
MATTSUNexperienced that uncomfortable feeling of dread filling his senses at around six thirty, approximately an entire hour late from your scheduled dinner date. the restaurant he picked out, the outfit you had bought specifically for this rare occasion. wasted. yet he didn’t realize until he happened to open his messages, your pinned number causing him to leap from the loveseat in terror. he messed up big time. your beautiful face crumbling with sadness sent him dizzy in distress. the frazzled man disregarding his usual belongings to run to the place, evening lights twinkling with the dimmed lighting; elevating the romantic atmosphere. “baby i’m so so-“ however, the apology was cut off when you shoved past him—soft sniffles heard. “if you have time to apologize, you surely had time to show up.” you hissed, not sparing a single glance at issei. after that, he trailed behind you on the way home—downcast. the sounds of your crying haunting him from the living room. he was giving you space, but this was killing him. “i made your favorite dish, come out so we can talk-“ once again, the words frothing in his throat dissolved upon impact. your face hidden in his t-shirt. “you jerk, don’t you ever do that again or i will not hesitate to cut off your hands and feet.” he stood in stunned silence. “alright then, am i forgiven ?” — “not a chance.”
KUROO was fully immersed in his job, and you couldn’t be happier for him. except for the portion which required him to be away for long periods of time. apparently, the at-home movie date was long forgotten. because tetsuro was a no show. the thought of calling him left your lip quivering. this could possibly be one of the only times you get to see him this week and your patience and resilience was running thin. finger pressing the call, listening to the dial tone with absolute silence—emotions in an overflow. but the anger bubbling quickly dissipated when the fluid and ear numbing voice was heard. his. “..how could you forget ?” your voice cracked, crucially unhelpful. “that’s it ! tonight was the movie night wasn’t it ?” he bit his lip, guilt eating his heart alive. “it was.” you finished, hands shaking as you held the phone—struggling to keep it together. “it’s okay kitten, i hear you, i can’t even explain how sorry i am, let it out i’m here.” he hushed, easing your choked sobs. he stayed on the phone with you all the way to the door, enveloping you in his arms while gently rubbing your back. “how about my neighbor totoro ?” you gasped in air. “that sounds okay.” he smiled weakly, kissing your lips. “anything for you.”
BOKUTO grinned form ear to ear, this smile was most definitely not as large as it was when gazing at you—but impressive in the least. his power was phenomenal and this practice was proving simple. kotarou’s gained skill over the years bringing him to this moment. he was obsessed. although no matter how deeply he adores volleyball, you took first. today though the ace was fully charged. mind straying from the picnic date set up forty minutes ago. “that one was the best !” he shouted with glee, fists clenching pridefully. his mini celebration cut short at the gym doors being opened. there you stood, gorgeous as ever in your newly purchased sun-dress. “how’d the practice go ?” you quietly exclaimed, eyes saddened. automatically he ran to you, noting the picnic basket in your hands. “sweets i forgot i’m sorry honey i—“ the look on your face unreadable. “can we start this day over ?” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “just take me on a date you oaf, and if you forget next time i’m not going to your next game.” he brightened first, then paled at the later add in. “that’s easy peasy then.” he smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. “mhm i bet it is.” you hummed, brows lifted in amusement. ‘honey.’ you haven’t heard that one before.
AKAASHI is a busy man. from filing reports to his editing career, his life at the moment is an endless loophole of assignment after assignment. spacing out hardly any time given to spend with you. today was a breakfast day. a day he reserved especially for you, only for you. to go out and eat early and to return to your comfy abode to lay in bed, simply conversing. nevertheless, his internal alarm clock filtered on his job, waking up beside you to leave a peck on your forehead before walking to the subway station. regular routine. funny enough, this one was a close call. a very close call. seated in his office chair, your text affirmed on the screen. ‘where are you ?’ the memories drowning keiji in a huge tsunami. recollections of yesterdays excitement crashing into him. ‘went to the store, hang tight love.’ and just as fast as he’d entered the building he exited. with the small white lie discarded. déjà vu passing by at the familiar bedrooms entities. “you weren’t actually at the store we’re you ?” surveying his coat with a sleepy smile gracing your angelic face. “no, but i’m here now.” he puckered, glancing away from embarrassment. “close call.” he hovered above you, breathy kisses devouring your neck. “but i made it.” you chuckled, his lips tickling your jaw. “that you did.”
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: surprise update! my schedule is starting to ease up, so might be back for regular updates soon! ☺️ more kuroo and y/n conversations! there’s a twist next chapter or the next next chapter!
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summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: a very short update! i’m so sorry i rellay need to finish a lot of work, but i promise more updates once i finish all of my homework. plus i got really pissed because i wrote a whole paragraph for this chapter but then tumblr crashed and i forgot to save it. lost all the motivation to write so more conversations for everyone. the dates are also messed up, i’m very sorry.
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✎ The next day finally comes, (y/n) being (y/n), she woke up really late. Seeing missed calls and text messages from Coach Manabu, she finally realized that she was calling him manager the whole time but Coach Manabu didn’t mind because it was his fault for not introducing himself as Nekoma’s Coach. He was actually flattered that she thought he was a manager which meant he looked young for his age.
Quickly getting up from her bed, she did a quick shower and proceeded to get ready. Grabbing her bag which was full of clothes that will help her survive the next few days at the training camp in Saitama. (y/n) was lucky that Saitama was only a 24 minute train ride from Tokyo. The training camp has started a few hours ago and yet here she was, almost lunch time which reminded her that there would be a lot of people by the train station.
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: conversations will still be with karasuno but i promise there will be more nekoma conversations once (y/n) gets to know them!! ☺️
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: one or two updates per day until i finish all my homework hope i finish everything before sunday☺️ anyways, daichi calling (y/n) baby is *chefs kiss* i’ll have fun facts about ah, love at the end of the series! so make sure to wait for that!
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: pls don’t be shy to interact with the series i love reading comments and it gives me so much serotonin i might have another series once i finish this, but for now updates will be slow as i have to finish some school related stuff.
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warnings: there will be parts in the conversation where the boys are thirsty for u but there will be no sexual interactions until they all come of legal age
he’d already been bedridden for weeks, unable to do much; all thanks to this stupid sickness.
it wasn’t fair.
none of this was fair — only having a year with you, only surviving to twenty, it wasn’t fair. he screamed it into the night, begging any and every god for more time because it wasn’t fair.
he would never get the life he craved to have with you, never see your face in his children and the grey streaks in your hair. he’ll never get to see you walk down the aisle or the joy in your face as you both graduated college.
he should deem himself lucky, he supposed, that he even got to have a year with you — three, if you counted the years of your friendship. three years where he got to enjoy your laughter at the most mundane things and how your whole face would light up at the sight of your favorite book.
he keeps those memories with him, the happy ones, as he stares at your sleeping form. he smiles slightly at your peaceful expression, a sight smile on your face as you enjoy your joy-filled dreams.
he’ll miss this the most, he decides, how your sleeping form fit perfectly next to his, even on the cramped hospital bed frame.
he leans down to kiss your brow and his smile widens as you lean further into his touch. he softly caresses your cheek and brushes your hair away from your face.
“i love you” he whispers, “i’ll always love you, and i’ll always be here, my darling.”
he places a soft kiss on your cheek, “i’ll find you, okay? in another lifetime, i’ll find you. i’ll always find you. i swear it. we’ll have endless lives together, my dear — nothing will keep me from you.”
he wipes the stray tears from his eyes as he stares down at you. god,he’ll miss you.
with that, he pulls you closer and lets the endless sleep engulf him.
he knew he did when he pulled away from her and saw your hurt filled eyes and trembling hands — he never meant to hurt you; in fact, he wanted the opposite. he wanted to apologize for blowing up at you, to beg you to take him back. but of course, she had to ruin it.
when kuroo called you and asked you to meet him at the gym, you allowed yourself to hope for the first time since the fight that killed your relationship and left you both in pieces — you genuinely couldn’t think of anything you wanted more than to make up with him, to be able to call him yours once more.
you arrived at the gym with a small smile on your face, slightly growing as your hear his muffled voice. you’re about to call his name when you suddenly hear her voice, the voice of the one person you hated. you stop dead in your tracks and watch as she drags him outside and and pulls him in for a kiss.
your eyes widen as you turn on your heels and bolt out of there.
god, you think, how could i be such an idiot.
you run as fast as your feet can take you, wiping the rain drops- or maybe they were tears- from your eyes.
you feel a hand wrap around your wrist urging you to stop.
“i didn’t mean for this to happen.” kuroo tried to explain, “she ambushed me!”
“kuroo, let go.” you say, your voice cold.
“no — not until you listen.” he says, a slight tremor in his voice as he tugs on your arm to get you to turn around.
“i said let go kuroo.” you repeat, the rain hiding the hurt in your voice.
“y/n, please” he pleads, his voice cracking.
you turn around and yank your arm out of his grip.
you wipe the tears from your eyes and scoff, “what, kuroo? what more could you possibly want?”
he grabs your hand once more and pulls you closer. your resolve breaks and you lean into his touch, tears streaming down your face.
he tilts your head upwards and wipes the tears from your eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist, with your faces mere inches apart.
A/N: nothin’ much to say, except I like writing with an accent for Atsumu. That shit’s bomb. Enjoy!
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Tetsurou Kuroo:
“Hey YN,”
He starts off so strong. His voice has that ever present lilt in it, like he’s trying to bait you closer.
“I-” he breaks off into a breathless, short laugh, “-I’m not really sure why I called… I guess I was hoping to catch you before I went to practice but…”
He swallows, and you can almost imagine him rubbing the back of his neck. “But I guess I missed you. I mean–not like that.” He sputters. “Not that I don’t miss you! I do! I-”
Kuroo pauses, a bitter chuckle traveling through the phone. “God, I’m a fucking wreck. Did you know that? I’m a fucking trainwreck after us, and I can’t even pinpoint why.”
There’s shuffles in the background before the phone thumps, and Kuroo’s voice is distant but still audible. You figure he’s put you on speaker for whatever reason while finding a seat somewhere. He huffs as he settles in.
“Sometimes I think it’s because of the way we ended things.” He sighs, tone growing thick like his throat is stuck with something. “I yelled at you, so loudly, and I’ll never forget that look on your face when you left. I relive it every night, you know that? Asking myself what I could have done better and whatnot.” A loud hiss, like he’s sucking on his bottom lip harshly. “What I could have said or done to make you stay.”
“And then it’s not even the breakup that I can’t stop thinking about. It’s those moments we used to have, those goddamn memories I’ve got seared in the back of my brain that I have to repress when someone even spins a goddamn pencil like you did.”
Another thump, and suddenly his voice is much louder than before, the phone pressed back against his ear. “That pillow, you know the one that’s got your perfume all fucking over it. I tried to throw it away yesterday.” He scoffs. “And that failed. So I woke up fucking cuddling it this morning, as if I didn’t already feel like a loser.”
“And I know you still have my sweatshirt,” he inhales then exhales deeply. “I don’t want it back. I can’t–please don’t give it back, I don’t want it. Consider it yours, or whatever. Maybe you’ve already gotten rid of it, I don’t know.” So wobbly. His voice has slowly grown shaky over the last few seconds. “Whatever.”
A long pause drags out for at least a minute, and the only thing that stops you from checking if he’s still on call is the short breaths that are barely audible.
“Just,” he finally breaks the silence, voice cracking. “Please, I gotta know. For my sanity, please, do you miss me?… Miss us?”
“‘Cause God YN I miss every second of us.”
“One of the guys yesterday asked me what happened between us. I don’t even know why, I just got so mad so quick I wanted to sock him in the face for even bringing you up.” A quiet slap against his skin, like he’s brought up his hand to run it down his face. “I just… I had spent all day trying to keep you out of my head. I saw you in the halls that morning, but I know you didn’t see me–you had your head down reading that fucking book you love so much–and for the rest of the goddamn day I tried to keep you out of my head. And then he brought you up, and I just… God, I don’t even know, I just fucking lost it.”
“The coach sent me home after that, said I needed to clear my head. Not that it worked, ‘cause look where I am now.” He released a self-deprecating laugh.
“Sitting on the damned school steps all over again, crying like an idiot for who knows how long.”
A voice, distant and hesitant, calls out to him. “Kuroo.” It’s Kenma.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m coming, just give me a sec.” But he’s quiet all over again, maybe deep in thought.
But then you hear a ruffling of clothes and a small sniff. Kuroo clears his throat. “I-I have to go. I’ll… just–call me back. Please. I wanna hear your voice, I-… I miss your voice.”
Silence.
“I miss you.”
“I love you.”
Then he hangs up.
Wakatoshi Ushijima:
“YN.” As usual, his tone is deadpan and succinct. If he’s calling you, there’s a reason for it.
“You’ve left some clothing at my house. Please let me know when you have time to pick it up. I’ll have it prepared for you.”
“There are also the gifts you’ve given me there as well. I don’t know if you want those back or not, so please let me know before your arrival so I can get those packed up as well.”
“Regarding the gifts I’ve given you, you can keep them. I will not be needing them back.”
“If… if you have the time, I would also like to talk to you. I feel we have some things to discuss regarding our breakup.” The line falls silent, but when you pull the phone back, the voicemail still says it has five minutes left.
“I do not like the way we ended things,” he speaks up after a minute has passed. “It was… you’re wrong. You were wrong.”
“You said I didn’t care about you, but you’re wrong. I do. You said I never think about you, never spare you any thoughts, but you’re wrong.”
“The truth is, I hate how distracting you are. I find it hard to focus on practice now. In games, I feel myself losing my edge. You’re always just there. My mind is always on you. So much that I don’t know how to stop it.”
“So when you said I never cared about you… I was frustrated at how wrong you were.” A scraping is heard, dull and barely audible. He’s gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw in what you’ve always recognized as a hint of his growing irritation.
“How you can take over my mind and still say that I don’t ever spare you a minute of my time, it angers me. You’ve taken so much away from me, and then you go and say that I haven’t given you enough…”
“It’s not fair. I don’t accept it.”
“Tell me, YN. Have I taken over your thoughts the way you’ve taken over mine? Do I have you as wrapped around my finger as you do me?”
“Or have I just become one of those lovesick fools I’ve always despised, chasing after something they can never have?”
“I deserve to know, YN. You owe me that much.” There’s such certainty in his tone. It’s impossible to think of his words as anything else other than absolute truth. Speaking through your phone was a man not only desperately heartbroken, but also completely, utterly confused. To draw such an emotion out of a man like Ushijima…
“Tomorrow, before school, I will find you.” His words held no threat, softly spoken so as to only sound like a promise. “I want you to be honest with me tomorrow, so I can have some semblance of closure.”
Once more he’s gone silent, as if waiting for your response. Every breath he takes now comes out as a huff more than an exhale. He’s so wound up by now you’re almost positive this attitude will drag on until your conversation tomorrow.
“It’s what I deserve, YN. You can’t take away from me the one thing my mind has run on for months now and expect me not to want answers.” There’s a squeal of a chair against tile flooring, and a beat later you hear the rustling of clothes as he takes a seat.
“What more you want from me, I’m not quite sure. Yet, somehow, I still feel myself yearning to give it to you.”
“Tell me, YN, is that fair? You’ve taken yourself out of my life, and I still feel as though I’d do anything for you. Give anything for you.”
“At the very least, I must know if my actions were not in vain; if you feel my absence even a little bit in comparison to the hole you’ve left in me.”
“Did you really love me? You said it before you left that night, but if you did, then I don’t understand why you left. I need you to enlighten me, YN. I just don’t understand.”
A pause. “Goodbye, YN. I look forward to our talk tomorrow.”
Atsumu Miya:
“YNNN!” The shout of your name is so loud you yank the phone away from your ear in shock.
Hesitantly, you draw it closer when everything quiets down again.
“Oh God, someone grab his phone!”
“Atsumu, hand it over now!”
“He’s calling her, isn’t he? Dumbass.”
However remote, you can still hear the groans of your ex’s teammates along with the dull thumping and buzzing of far-off music. You figure he had been at a friend’s house or maybe even a club, and he’d probably locked himself up somewhere like the bathroom with his phone in tow.
There’s a slam, then a click followed by the muffled shouts of the voices you’d heard earlier. Then a gulp as Atsumu downs the rest of whatever alcoholic drink he somehow got his hands on before calling you.
“YN, how dare you!” Accusatory, and extremely slurred. He’s drunk off his ass, and his accent is so thick you struggle a bit to understand him. “Yer such a meanie for breakin’ my heart like that, darlin’!”
“All I ever wanted was to love you an’ give you the world; why’d ya hafta go an’ take it all away from me?”
Another gulp, and now he’s sniffling. “I just… I just don’t know why you did it. It was gonna be us two forever, darlin’. You said you’d never leave me. Why did ya have to…?”
“I know it’s hard for you to be alone for all that time, darlin’, an’ I ain’t gonna act like I never saw how you felt. But you said you could do it–you promised that ya’d do it for me.”
“What happened to all those promises? You said you loved me so many times, and now every time I think about you sayin’ those words, it hurts so bad. I know I’m gonna regret this later, I ain’t stupid, but I want you ta know that I’m broken now, darlin’, and it’s because a’ you.”
“The nights are so unbearable, YN. I can’t stand ‘em. You wouldn’t believe how cold that bed is without you in it. And yer fuckin’ pillow–goddamnit that thing–so many times now I thought a’ just throwin’ it out rather than smell it for one more second. That fuckin’ perfume ya always wear is just everywhere on that bed though, so I say to myself, ‘What’s the point? It’s still there no matter what I do.’ And do ya know what’s really sad?”
The slurring, the wobbling, the stuttering. At this point, he’s an incomprehensible mess. Long ago you’d heard a concerning bang, but that bang had caused the end of his unsteady footsteps so you figured he’d finally just collapsed to the ground.
“Two days ago I took down all the pictures we got hung up all over the apartment. Every single one I took down and put ‘em all in a li’l pile on the couch. An’ on the coffee table I had this stupid trash bag, and I had this fuckin’ lighter in my hand. For an hour, I sat there, lookin’ at the first damned picture I took from that pile. The stupid lighter ran outta gas ‘bout halfway through, and I still didn’t put the picture down. It was like I was stuck lookin’ at us, at how good we were. So many times I asked myself what the hell went so wrong that you up and left me outta the blue.” A choked up laugh snuck through the speaker. “It was that picture of us when we graduated. I was holdin’ you in my arms and you were smilin’ and hangin’ onto me so tight and—fuck-” Atsumu broke off in a breathless whimper, a muted sob slipping through.
After about a minute of silent weeping, he cleared his throat, though it was scratchy rough when he spoke again. “All those pictures–they’re back up on the wall, darlin’. Never did nothin’ with ‘em, never hid ‘em away.”
“I just… I just don’t wanna get rid of ‘em. And ya wanna know why? It’s the most pitiful thing yer ever gonna hear.” He heaves a shaky sigh. “It’s ‘cuz I keep hopin’ one a’ these days yer gonna show back up at our door, that li’l look of confusion on yer face when ya see I got rid a’ all our pictures together, and then you’ll get all sad and pouty and beg me to dig ‘em outta the trash for ya.”
“I’d do it. Ya know I would. I’d do anything for you.”
“S-so can you come back, darlin’? Please?”
“‘Cuz I need you, bad. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“That damned house is too quiet without you singin’ and dancin’ all over it. An’ I can’t ever figure out where you got those scented candles from–the ones that smell like yer perfume. I can’t find ‘em, and the ones you left behind, they’re all burnt out. All used up.”
“I miss you, darlin’. Fuck, I can’t stand another second without you.”
“Please, just come back to me. I need you.”
And in the background his friends have finally jimmied the door open. There’s a strangled cry as one of them tackles Atsumu to the ground, ripping the phone from his grasp. “Fuck, guys, look, he is calling her.”
