warnings: swearing, suggestive content (17+), college drinking, college partying, breakdown
genre: fluff (?), angst, best friends, aged up characters
word count: ~2k words
a/n:hello friends!! enjoy this glimpse into what’s going on in my life through fanfiction bc writing is how i cope :) im glad to be writing for the first time in forever ! [btw, yes, this is about the boy i was talking about on here <3 ] pls reblog and enjoy xx
“hey… you shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
you nudged his shoulder, hoping to wake him up. he let out a small groan, causing you to chuckle. the soft music echoed throughout your dorm room, only he was too tired to notice. you patted him again. instead of getting up, he moved closer to you and rested his head in your lap.
you didn’t expect to be spending your friday night like this. you didn’t think your friday night would lead to this. yet, it did.
it started out as every innocent weekend does. you were just looking to have a good time. one of your good friends, bokuto kotaro, always seemed to have something going on in his room, so you decided to go there.
however, you didn’t go alone.
you went with your best friend.
oikawa tooru.
you first went to his room. oikawa opened the door with a dashing smile as he always did and let you inside. he handed you a water bottle.
“i already made you your mix,” he said.
“what a good friend you are.”
“the best, i know.”
the two of you made your way to bokuto’s dorm, already feeling the affects of your drink. you could hear the music from down the hall.
“yooo! we got y/n and tooru here!” shouted kuroo, bokuto’s roommate. you laughed and joined in on the fun.
you liked these little dorm parties. they were harmless. just a group of friends getting together. however, every time you went to one of those dorm parties, there seemed to be something in the air.
“take a shot y/n!” insisted makki. you smiled, taking the small glass and downing it.
“that’s my girl!” said oikawa, causing your face to grow warm.
“hey now you gotta take one,” you teased. oikawa smirked, pouring himself a shot and taking it as if it were water.
as the night progressed and people began to reach their limits, you found yourself snuggled up on a bean bag with your best friend.
your best friend whom you’ve liked since the day you met him.
you stared up at the ceiling, watching the l.e.d lights above you blur onto one color. you looked over your shoulder at oikawa, who was on the brink of passing out. you patted his chest.
“don’t fall asleep.”
oikawa opened his eyes and chuckled.
“im wide awake.”
you could finally feel some clarity as the alcohol was wearing off. you looked around the darkened room as your friends held back each other’s hair and people were passed out on the futon. you looked at oikawa.
“we should go.”
you wobbled your way to the elevator, holding oikawa’s hand as you went in. he was practically begging for your attention. you clicked the button back to your floor, where he also lived.
you couldn’t just leave him like this. his roommate wouldn’t help him and you knew he’d be a wreck all alone. so, you led him to your room instead.
your roommate went home every weekend. you honestly liked having the room to yourself. it made situations like this easier.
and that led you to where you were now. sitting on your bedroom floor as he slept besides you. his soft breathing tickled your thighs. you ran your fingers through his brown hair, something you never thought would happen out of a platonic context. was all this platonic? you didn’t know. you soon would.
tooru shifted closer to you, nestling into your lap. you felt his hands snake under your shorts as he played with your underwear. you sighed.
the two of you laid there for hours it seemed. he was fast asleep while you pondered what was happening. he had to have known what he was doing.
suddenly, tooru got up and stretched out his arms. you looked at him with widened eyes. he yawned.
“your bed is probably way more comfortable than the floor.”
oikawa made his way to your bed, climbing up and getting under the covers as if he owned it. you took a deep breath and got into bed with him.
“hey,”you whispered. oikawa looked at you and gave you a tired smile.
“hey pretty girl.”
you felt your stomach clench at his words. why did he have to say that. you gulped.
“tooru i…i like you,” you whispered. oikawa sat up, placing his hand on your cheek.
“really?”
“yes really. i like you,” you admitted. oikawa leaned in a bit closer to you, making your heart flutter.
“okay.”
oikawa pulled you towards him into a kiss. you had been waiting for this moment, so what else were you to do but kiss him back. kiss him like your life depended on it. you kissed him and everything felt perfect. like this was how things were supposed to be.
you stared into his eyes. his eyes that seem to encapsulate every reason why you liked him so much. so much more than just as your best friend. you memorized every sound he made and how he made you feel. you memorized every word he said and how you believed them to be true. as you dug your nails into his soft skin, you couldn’t help but realize how beautiful he was. you wondered if he thought you were beautiful in this moment too.
you pulled the covers over your bare body and snuggled into his chest. as the two of you caught your breath and he turned off the lights, you thought what could happen next. what will come of this night? certainly you couldn’t stay best friends now. there was something there. there had to be something between you two, or so you hoped.
~
you asked to talk to him. he asked why. you said you just thought it was best to speak in person. he said okay.
you made your way to his room, just as you had a million times before. why was this time different?
“hey,” he said. you smiled, letting yourself in. you sat down on his couch, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater.
“so what’s up?”
you took a deep breath.
“i just wanted to talk and see where your head is at since…um…these last two weeks have been kinda weird,” you explained. oikawa chuckled.
“i kinda figured that’s what you wanted to talk about.”
two weeks. this has been going on for two weeks. staying in his room, sending flirty texts, confessing how much you missed him when he would leave. and he played along. for two weeks.
“look, y/n, i like you and you’re one hundred percent my type,” he began, “but, im just not in the place for a relationship right now. i think we should just stay friends. but hey, if anything happens in the future that’s cool too.”
you nodded at every word he said, even though it went in one ear and out the other. once you finally realized what he had said, you felt your heart crack.
but you couldn’t let him know that.
“right. that’s for the best.”
oikawa smiled and patted you on the back.
“i knew you’d understand. wanna watch a movie?”
~
it was another friday night, except this time you were alone. you laid in your bed, alone. he was just down the hall. you could go and see him. you missed him, and he was only a couple hundred feet away. what you wanted was for him to just hold you. not platonically.
you got up from your bed and walked over to his room. it was normal for you to come over unannounced. you were best friends after all.
you gave his door your signature knock and waited for his response.
“oh hey,” he smiled.
“can i come in?”
“of course”
as the credits of the movies rolled, you couldn’t help but look over at tooru every few seconds just to check if he was looking at you too.
he was.
oikawa moved closer to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you. you slowly made eye contact with him and as he shot you that look, you knew what was happening next.
his lips felt like a cloud, his kisses a dream. everytime you tried to back away, he drew you back in. he was always drawing you back in.
“w-wait-“ you insisted. oikawa gave you a confused look.
“everything okay?”
“tooru…i thought you wanted to be just friends.”
“i do.”
“then why are we doing this?”
oikawa scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously.
“come on y/n…all this is just friendly.”
you felt your heart crack again.
“what?”
oikawa gave you a pat on the back.
“it’s just platonic.”
you stared at him for at least two minutes. blank expression. you got up from the couch and began to pace back and forth.
“uh y/n-“
“so you like me, but not enough to date me, and you think everything we’ve been doing has just been out of friendship?” you shouted. tooru’s face was now blank.
“look y/n-“
“you have been toying with me for weeks, tooru! and i let you! you know why?”
“w-why-“
“because im fucking in love with you! oh my god tooru im in love with you and you treat me like shit!” you screamed. your anger turned to sadness as you felt tears roll down your cheek. oikawa got up and stood in front of you.
“y/n you have to know i never meant to hurt you. i just wasn’t thinking and i didn’t expect this to happen the way it did…like i didn’t even know you liked me-“
“how! how did you not know? i even told you!”
“well i didn’t think you were so serious…”
you looked into those dark brown eyes, something you used to love to do. now, you looked into his eyes and saw yourself. a crying mess in front of him.
“why don’t you love me?” you pleaded. oikawa sighed.
“you know i care about you y/n. you’re my best friend and i can’t lose you. but i just can’t give you what you want. i’m sorry.”
your heart finally broke.
he wasn’t sorry. you didn’t believe him. you wanted him to lie. fake being in love with you because you were so in love with him. so in love it drove you insane.
“im gonna go.”
“y/n don’t go-“
“tooru, i need a minute. please.”
oikawa grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. your red eyes stared him down.
“come in y/n. you’re my best friend. you can’t be mad at me, right?”
you trembled in his grasp. you couldn’t stop crying. you felt like a fool.
“no, i can’t. unfortunately im too in love with you to hate you.”
you broke away from tooru and walked out the door.
~
it was excruciating.
the pain.
you didn’t even date him. why on earth did it hurt so bad? it was so much worse than anything you had felt before.
you gripped into your pillow, sobbing until the fabric would change color. before, when you were sad, you would go to tooru. now, he was the reason why you were sad. so you had no where to go. you couldn’t avoid him. after all, he lived just a few doors down and he still technically was your best friend. you had no choice but to fake it. fake that you were fine when he asked to study or grab lunch. fake this feeling of happiness to mask your heartbreak. all for him.
everything that happened was meaningless.
it was meaningless in the way you wanted it to be. it meant everything to you and nothing to him.
notes ; wore heels to an event, this thought came to mind driving home … i cried
ATSUMUwas more than ready to leave this place. the many lights and cameras flashing in all directions made him effortlessly dizzy, and with that dizziness he couldn’t focus on just how gorgeous you were. but honestly, in that dress that hugged you so perfectly you could make anyone drop to the floor at your command felt so unfair. he was genuinely in awe, fully taking in your power. however, signing countless autographs with an already cramped hand and interviews asking the same nosy questions left an exhausted miya in their dust. so the moment he got note of your agreement to leave, he took the chance with haste. “can you make the trip ?” he giggled, eyeing your hobbling form with amusement. you were not having it, making this situation all the more entertaining to him. “shut up tsum…. my feet hurt so bad..” you whined, nearly stumbling into him and right onto the parking lot pavement until he caught you. the setters brows knit worriedly, pulling the tote bag from your shoulders. “well you should’ve just told me baby.” he huffed, bending over to ease your way on his back as a comfy piggy back ride. “what’re you doing ?” you motioned, apparently confused. “hop on sweetheart, i’m being nice.” this caused your face to break into laughter. “such a gentleman.”
AKAASHI had recently been researching different hiking trails to explore. no, he wasn’t a outdoor person but it was boring in the house and he wasn’t going to waste his day with you doing nothing—so instead, he resorted to hiking. yet it appeared he overestimated the length of this trail in particular, pacing himself to make it to the turn-around point. “k..keiji..” you choked out in hurried gasps, causing the editor to glance behind at you and notice your frazzled state. “do you need a break love ?” he eased, holding out a prepared water bottle for you. “i need a car.” you weakly replied, head leering back. “we can turn around here.” he added, brows rising curiously at your once full bottle being handed back in only a few seconds. “please.” and so. well, maybe keiji was overestimating the intensity after all, because your loud heaving allowed the poor decision to sink in further. “do you need a ride ?” he brought up carefully, your head shooting upwards so quickly it became difficult to contain his laughter. “what ? ride ? where ?” — “here.” the raven-head beckoned to himself expectantly. “aw thanks baby.” you sheepishly smiled at his consideration, not wasting the opportunity. nonetheless, halfway down the path back you’d fallen asleep, cheek smudged a giant his shoulder. adorable. “hold on a little longer, we’re almost there dear.”
SAKUSA, only for you, allowed more “intimate contact.” that “intimate contact” despite your assumption consisted massages or perhaps hugs even. a common misconception. you see, you’d attended his practice the day before, underestimating the constant movement of the players bustling from position to position. now laying in bed the morning after, getting up proved a harder obstacle than before. whilst kiyoomi easily rose, preparing breakfast in the kitchen with his soft humming vibrating into your shared bedroom. “kiyoommiii—“ you dragged out, flayed on the bed unhappily. it was impossible, you absolutely could not get out of bed. “what is it ?” he stood by the doorway, observing your dilemma. looking just as breathtaking as always with his messy black curls dancing to his steps. “.. can you massage my feet ?” hesitantly sinking into the sheets you didn’t dare to peek out. unbeknownst to you, the feeling of cold hands rubbing your aching feet stirred your frame. “where does it hurt ?” he narrowed his eyes, brows knitting with concentration. you anticipated a hard ‘no’ and for him to disappear, his willingly loving gestures causing your chest to squeeze with affection. your lack of reply was answered with a soft tap on your leg from the outside. “tell me where it hurts, i’ll be gentle, just tell me when to stop.” this soft side to sakusa was too sweet to handle.
USHIJIMA insisted upon joining you for drinks with a few drinks. he knew this was marking a long time since seeing your work-friends and your drinking intentions would fly out of the window quickly. with this in mind, he quietly sat beside you like an obedient puppy awaiting his cue. the mentioned ‘cue’ being when you began talking nonsense, leaning towards ushijima in a dazed manner. he was easily adjusted to these antics, good thing his presence was present. “and i thought, ‘toshi, you’re saying this to me ?’” the table ‘awwwed’ at your story referring his morning kisses and soft words he awoke you with, ushijima’s face hearing up progressively. “alright, thank you for tonight everyone, i’ll be taking her back now.” he bowed politely, at that moment your reddened heel catching his gaze. the blister forming had gone unnoticed before, but the discovery fueled him to be extra tedious. lightly lifting you bridal style in his arms, he proceeded to carry you to the car—continuously hushing your babbles with small cheek kisses. the ‘morning kisses and soft words’ portion of the earlier story repeated itself the next morning. uninvited but definitely not disliked. the best part being his husky morning voice, heart fluttering.
OIKAWA felt thrilled to dance with you, the multicolored leds casting an authentic glow that lit up the argentine dance floor in a versions array of color. the entire feeling was ethereal. tipsy, but morally more drunk in love than alcohol. your body in his arms with fluid movement left him speechless. ethereal was a good word for it. too wasted to stay any later, his phone screen flashing furiously with a bright 2:48AM told him plenty. fumbling to the taxi, his attention became snagged when you weight fell to the ground, his focus trained fully on you. “are you okay ? babe ? !” he shrieked, wooden orbs filled with panic. “yeah toru .. i think i rolled my ankle.” you lips puckered unrealistically, drenched in the stench of alcohol. “okay okay okay let’s see..” he spoke to himself worriedly, hauling you in a child-like position to lift you up, all the way to the awaiting taxi. “i got you i got you ..” he frantically reminded, the aftermath resulting in a wiped out oikawa spooned in your chest. and from the moment he pried an eye open he was tending to your every need, convinced you were dying. it was quite relaxing actually.
notes~i hope some of you wake up to this, if not, think of it when you want to wake up in their arms :’)
>>ATSUMU wakes up pretty late usually( ‘usually’ being around 1:00pm ) so on those days when he rises before you, it’s a treat. he’ll lean over to peck your cheek once with a soft afterglow then proceed to pettily kiss every square inch of you until you groan and cover your face with your hands, comparing about just how attention-seeking he is. it’s never-ending. “tsum tsum stoooopp~~ its 7:00ammmm—“ you drag out, dramatically flopping onto the pillow. “let me smooch my baby one more time.” he pouts, puckering his lips like a concussed instagram model of 2017. “i will gouge your eyes out if you so far as breath.” this stopped him in his tracks, sweating profusely once he sighed out his disappointment. “alrighty, enjoy your morning and sleep well, i love you.” he waved quietly and made sure to carefully close the door behind him. his doubts being pushed aside when he saw the ‘when are you coming home’ text he received during practice. his smile couldn’t stretch wider.
>>BOKUTO takes his time and never normally wakes you up, instead he snuggles into your side with your legs tangled together in a mangled position. he is so warm ( mostly always ) but especially in the morning. which can either be your downfall or the greatest blanket. on hot mornings, you’re sweating like dog and on cold days it’s the best heater ever. “too hot kou.” you manage to slightly pry his massive arm from your shoulder to prod at him. yet the ace is engulfed in some sort of dream because he is out. i mean even a hurricane could wake this teddy bear. “i swear i’m dying.” you panted, struggling to break free from the suffocating sheets as bo only pulled you closer defiantly. “‘m sorry it’s so hot but i don’t want to let go.” how saddened he seemed decreased that building anger. you melted at how clingy the big man was being, tracing patterns on his hand, a feeble grin pulling at his cheeks and accenting his dimples. “if i guess what you’re making, you stay for ten minutes more.” of course he made a game out of it. “go for it.” you offer, his attempt spot on. “volleyball.” — “wow my kou is so intelligent.” you gawk falsely, holding his precious face in your hands. “you know it.” he preens.
>>OIKAWAdecides the best way to wake you up is to start blasting music. and when he’s in the mood he’ll romantically start flitting some romantic melody and waltz gracefully into your room to extend his hand in a cliche manner. “let us dance to the rhythm of my heart.” he clutches his chest in example, stirring a giggle from you. “such a dork.” you roll your eyes, but you take it anyways. it’d be a waste to let this opportunity by. your feet are clumsy and hardly functioning correctly thanks to your deep sleep beforehand. nearly tripping he sweeps you off your feet, holding you bridal style. “isn’t this just the absolute greatest way to wake up ?” he emphasizes, edging to your lips till you block his contact. “ i haven’t brushed my teeth toru.” you narrow your eyes. “me neither.” he lifts his brows multiple times to sell that horribly suggestive look. “gross.” you utter, dragging him to the bathroom. “you didn’t either !” — “don’t even.” he whined in retaliation, yet brushing his teeth obediently after your fair warning. “now ?” he waited patiently as you continued flossing. your muffled “no” left him hopeless. “now ?” he asked again and again and again and you were loosing it. “no-“ he began again only to be shut up by your lips. “yes.” you finished for him, his face stained a pink hue of surprise and fluster.
>>IWAIZUMI works out in the mornings, and by morning i mean 5:30 he’s up and ready for some sweat. afterwards he showers and changes—once he’s done he’ll saunter to your bedside table and place a cup of water there while squatting down to your height. “wakey wakey sleepyhead, i know your throats gonna be dry so sip some water.” he nudged at your frame, smoothing a stray hair behind your hair. “haji..” you choked out, earning a hum of affirmation. “that’s me. no other man’s allowed in this house besides your father and i y’know.” he stated matter-of-a-factly as if pointing out something even a toddler should know. “oh i know.” you answered sleepily, iwaizumi fitting the glass between your fingertips urging you to hydrate. he chuckled as he watched your head nod of slightly just sitting on the side of the bed, already falling back asleep. “i’m hungry….” you mumbled, his calloused hands coming to envelope yours. “i’ll lead you to the kitchen and make breakfast, just follow me.” he wrapped his arms around your back, breathing in your scent and all. his favorite part. you placed your feet on top of his, waddling awkwardly there with hazed eyes and broken chatter. “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he eased, giving your hands a small squeeze.
notes ; it’s been a while loves, this can be my comeback piece(*‘▽’*)
DAICHI was awoken by your soft sniffles, hands frayed on the fabric of his clothes; your eyes flashing fearfully. he assumed it was a nightmare from your baited breaths and sweat dappled forehead. “honey honey, breathe okay ? i’ve got you.” he soothed, unaware of why exactly happened—prepared to comfort you. “i-i-i almost lost you.. don’t you dare leave me.. please.” you spluttered out, aggressively fisting his white shirt. yet your ‘please’ at the end told him more than enough. “you must’ve been scared, but listen to me.” cupping your face to land a feather-light kiss atop your nose. “i will never get lost. especially since you are my home alright? i’ve already been found love.” love-struck idiots so early in the morning, curled around each other as if you’d loose him. “promise me.” you stuck your pinkie out, his wood-like scent engulfing your senses. linking his pinkie loyally with yours in response. “promise.”
ATSUMUchoked on his breath, eyes shooting up to see your angry face staring down at him in fury. “you idiot ! how- could you-!“ you screeched, continuing to beat on his chest with your clenched hands. “w-whatido?” he grabbed your hands, absolutely oblivious to the situation occurring. you were far from actually fury, rage seemed more appropriate. “okay okay okay mrs. spitfire. was it the taiyaki ?” he sighed, awaiting a scolding similar to that of a guilty child. however tears began pouring from your eyes. “huh huh huh ? ! i’m sorry ‘m sorry !” he cried out desperately, hands racing frantically through his hair. “it’s not that baby.. you cheated..” lips wobbling with emotion, you stared up at him—those doe eyes working wonders. “cheated ? what’re ya talkin’ about ?” he tilted his head, clearly confused. “in my dream..”—“oh.. that makes sense-“—“wait-did you just say you ate my taiyaki ? ATSUMU MIYA YOU-“—“Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE.” —“YOU WILL PAY.”
IWAIZUMI couldn’t stop. gazing at you so lovingly, your hand placed on his bare chest. cozied in bed on a saturday morning. “you wouldn’t look good as godzilla.” the random remark catching hajime off guard. “where did that come from ?” he barked a gravelly chuckle despite the confusion. “‘had a scary dream you turned into godzilla.” this only stirred the tanned athletic trainer to roll his eyes. “you call that a nightmare .. that sounds awesome ? did i have red eyes ?” he began, observing how your eyelashes would dust lazily at his words, hardly awake. it was adorable to him. once again, he couldn’t stop. “nope.” you laughed at his antics. “aw but that would’ve been real cool.” he frowned jokingly. “shhh.. you dummy..” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “your dummy.” you both cringed automatically, burying your faces into your pillows to muffle the cackling laughter. “i never took you as a romantic iwaizumi hajime.” he repeatedly raised his brows as a reply. “it’s charming right ?” — “that’s not the way i would’ve described it.” the stubbornly-pouty look on his face ended up getting smothered in kisses. now that was romantic.
OIKAWA had no idea how he lasted this long. he knew he was a pain, and you we’re definitely not one to put up with it. so now, with you sitting on his lap at this ungodly hour—he wondered what had changed. “uh babe ? what’re you doing ?” he nervously laughed, waiting for you to pull some sort of prank. instead, your head flitted downwards. “i had a nightmare that you didn’t want to be with me because i was too mean to you.” mumbling so silently it took a bit of craning to make out your words. “too mean ? that’s far fetched.” he rested his toned hands on your hips, landing a careful kiss to your lips. “if anything, i’m a much worse advocate, i mean, you have to put up with me every day.” he mused, ushering you to look at him. “that’s right.” he gasped dramatically. “you weren’t supposed to agree !” he hollered. “but what if it’s true.” you smiled shyly, pausing to catch back up to him. “all i’m trying to say is, if i’m ever mean to you, tell me..” he hummed with acknowledgment against your lips, slow, sweet. “the same goes for me sweetheart, but i can’t say i’ll stop that easily.”
I just discovered a new anime that kinda resembles Kuroko No Basket. Actually, my sis saw this anime in a local TV channel few months ago and it is dubbed in our language. And a week ago, I saw my lil bro watching this and he was laughing by himself so I became curious. My bro downloaded its first season so I didn’t have a hard time watching it since our internet connection sucks. I watched the whole first season all night until 3am. I was laughing hysterically almost ALL THE TIME! It’s been so long since I laughed so hard. So after watching the first season, I began downloading its second season up to the latest episode.
I’m super hooked with Haikyuu!! I love everyone’s personality in Karasuno High School Volleyball Club! They are inspiring. I suddenly remember the Volleyball Club I was in HS. I don’t have much good memories in it. So for those who couldn’t move on with Kuroko No Basket and for those who doesn’t know this anime, (even me, until recently) I RECOMMEND THIS ANIME! WATCH IT!
(Look at Tobio-chan’s awkward dance! Haha! I super love that part!)
