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brokebrakes · 2 months

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⋆ฺ｡*:･CONTENT! bokuto koutarou x gender neutral reader. reader’s pov. angst. takes place two years after part 2. WARNINGS! cursing. A/N! final chapter coming soon!! (this is part 3 of graduation aches, pt.1 is here) ･: *｡ฺ⋆ UNEDITED

RESISTING THE URGE to groan out load, you anxiously adjust your puffer jacket as you stand in line. your patience steadily dissipates while you watch the employees work at their excruciating pace. it’s not like you have anywhere to go but waiting twenty-five minutes for coffee feels a bit ridiculous. especially considering the fact that the shop was no where near even packed. alas, the source behind the wait was none other than a new girl, who you’ve witnessed mess up four orders and spill two in the past twenty minutes.

the very same girl who has you perking up when she finally calls out your name. you eagerly walk over to the counter, your smile dropping at the realization that this was the complete opposite of what you had ordered. with a sigh, you open your mouth to confront an employee but are caught off guard by someone tapping your shoulder. “excuse me, i think they mixed up our drinks.”

you tense up, finding familiarity in their voice. turning around, a warm smile graces the man’s lips as he says: “hey, you.”

“hi,” you reply breathlessly, feeling your heart skip a couple beats as you look into bokuto koutarou’s big, bright eyes. you clear your throat, holding out his drink. “oh, uhm, here go you.” since when does bokuto drink dragon-fruit refreshers?

“how’ve you been?” he asks sweetly, walking alongside you towards the exit. the words don’t quite reach you though, too in awe that the universe has put him in your path yet again. his hair is shorter than when you saw him last, and his physique is larger too. however, his eyes still bore into your own all the same, his voice still lulled your heart, and his smile still succeeded in making your knees buckle.

“i’m sorry what?” you squint, “sorry, i’m just… surprised to see you.”

bokuto laughs as he holds the door open for you and it has your lips twitching into a smile. “i asked how you’ve been.”

“oh, i’ve been okay.” you nod, internally groaning when the numbing breeze hits your face. “good, not just okay, i’ve been good.”

the two of you stand outside the coffee shop, a distance between the two of you that just doesn’t feel right. he’s never stood that far away from you, not even when you were only classmates and had yet to become acquainted. what is unfair of you to expect a hug? it’s how you’ve greeted one another since your first year.

except bokuto, for the first time since you’ve met him, is hesitating and you’re sure it’s because he doesn’t know where the two of you stand anymore. it’s fair, it’s been six years, after all. taking initiative, you step forward and pull him into a hug that he, surprisingly, doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate. it almost feels like home.

you pull away before you can get carried away and look up at him, satisfied with the sweet grin that graces his features. you exhale a small laugh as you step back, but not as far as you were before. you settle an arms length away, which was still generous considering bokuto used to always be in your space (not that you had ever minded).

“so,” bokuto starts. “how’s the married life treating you?”

starting off strong. “i’m actually not married.” you laugh dryly, bringing your coffee to your lips and taking a brief sip. yikes, too much sugar.

bokuto laughs, and you figure it’s because you didn’t hide your grimace all that well. “too sweet?”

your lips quirk up into a smile before you can stop yourself. “yeah, way too sweet.” he remembers?

bokuto hums in amusement and you feel the way your heartbeat quickens the longer he gazes at you. “so you’re still engaged?”

“what? no, i…cut off our engagement.” you reveal before nervously taking another sip of coffee. fuck. why did i do that?

“what?” his smile drops, and his concerned expression almost makes you want to cry. a part of you wishes he’d reveal just how relieved he is that you’re not married. he doesn’t though. instead he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “what happened? did he do something—are you okay?”

“no, no, he didn’t do anything.” he wasn’t you. “we were just going a bit too fast, you know?” uh-huh, three years was just too fast.

“i’m so sorry for bringing it up.”

“don’t apologize, it was a long time ago. i’m okay, really!” you quickly assure. the thought of telling bokuto that you had broken it off after seeing him on the train two years ago is tempting; that seeing him had made you realize you didn’t love your fiancé, not like you loved bokuto. but you kept your mouth shut.

party because despite cutting off your engagement for bokuto, you had never actually built up the courage to contact him. in hindsight, you dumped your fiancé for nothing. your fear of rejection had once again taken the reigns and now it seemed as though the universe was taunting you.

“so you decided to stay in japan?”

“yeah, i just want to be around family.” you sigh, i stayed for you, bo. “i think i’ve had my fair share of america.”

“well i’m still really sorry it didn’t work out.”

“don’t be sorry. i’m not sorry.” you shake your head and take a deep breath. “i’ve actually been meaning to tell you something.”

“yeah?” ok. fuck. come on, it’s been six years, you’ve got this.

“remember what you said on the train…about not having the guts to ask me out in school?” it feels unreal even saying it out loud. bokuto asking me out?

bokuto scratches his neck and chuckles nervously. “you remember that? ”

“yeah, i do.” you felt your face redden, “i actually had the biggest crush on you too.”

bokuto’s face blanks, “you did?”

“that’s actually why i didn’t tell you i was leaving.” you exhale, losing the reigns on your confession and feeling the word vomit take over. “i just liked you so much…i couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”

“y-you liked me?”

“i liked you a lot! i think one of my biggest regrets is not doing anything about it.” you confess with a small laugh, mostly in shock because holy shit, why are you still talking. “i’m sorry, i— fuck—i’m dancing around the point. bokuto, do you want to maybe grab dinner—“

“bo, did you fix the issue with my order?” you’re cut off by a woman appearing beside bokuto, a bright smile plastered on her pretty face.

“yeah, they mixed up the names.” bokuto reluctantly tears his gaze from you to look at her, handing her the drink.

“ah, you’re the best.” she hummed gratefully, taking her beverage before glancing between the two of you. “i’m so sorry, did i interrupt something?” who even drinks refreshers when it’s 21° (-6° Celsius) outside?

bokuto cleares his throat, “right, uhm, keiko, this is—“

“a former classmate.” you cut him off with a tight smile, ignoring the ache in your chest to give her a tight smile. just a former classmate.

“oh, did you two go to college together?” she inquired, innocently intertwining her free hand with his.

“highschool, actually.” bokuto corrected quietly, gaze fixed on you again. you look down at your shoes and fight the overwhelming urge to cry.

“no way! we have to get together one of these days, i’d love to know what bo was like in highschool!” she squealed, ponytail cascading over her shoulder. unlikely, she hasn’t even asked for my name.

“oh yeah, definitely.” you look up at her, eyebrows raised. “how long have you guys been together?”

“today is actually our three month anniversary.” she beams, squeezing bokuto’s hand excitedly. “but this sweetheart obviously had to make a stop for my favorite drink!”

“no right, obviously.” you mentally punch yourself for the lack of enthusiasm. you should be happy for him, he deserves to be happy. faking a big smile, you add, “well, congratulations, you two look really great together!”

“you think so?” she turns her head to look at bokuto, the lovesick expression on her face making you sick to your stomach. bokuto’s eyes are still glued on you, you can feel them, but you refused to meet them. the situation is humiliating enough as it is.

fighting back tears, you shakily inhale, “it was great running into you two but i’ve really gotta get going.”

“right, of course. well, it was great meeting you too!” keiko waves you goodbye, and you can help but hate how sweet she is.

you don’t bother saying goodbye to bokuto before turning around and speed walking away from the pair. it was stupid of you to think he’d wait for you, he had no reason to. you were engaged, for fucks sake! ending your engagement to pursue a man you liked in highschool was on you. not reaching out to him was on you. you had nobody but yourself to blame for the way things turned out. tossing the coffee in a nearby trash can, you stuff your numb hands in the pockets of your jacket, desperately craving the comfort of your warm sheets.

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brokebrakes · 8 months

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CONNOR X !CHUBBY!

💜BLACK💜 READER

Divine Chubiminity

I like it I like it I like it I love it I love it I love it I... You hated how the dress looked on you, how your overlaps hung visibly and exposed your dips. So many things were wrong, no. didn't fit the standard. Dropping onto the shared bed, eyes closed and mind exhausted, you laid there in deep thought. I don't like dresses anyway. It's not even the time to be wearing dresses I prefer comfortable cloth- "Hey cutie." The gentle voice pulled you out of your space as you turned your head towards them. "Oh, Connor it's you." He turned his head both directions. "Who else is in our home?" You stared blankly at him, barely in the mood for sarcasm. He noticed your displeasure and went over to sit next to you. "Are you feeling alright?" You shrugged honestly, contemplating whether to waste his time with your insecurities or keep it to yourself.

"Well, it has nothing to do with you, it's just that... You know.." you looked down at the dress, at you folds, sighing from the mental drainage your insecurities was doing to you. "I don't like this dress, on me." He glanced down at your comfort gesture of covering your stomach, then stood and crouched infront of you, both his hands sliding your arm away from your tummy. "Please, talk to me. What exactly?" You released the breath you were holding with a sigh. "I don't like how it shows my folds and my tummy. I-It just doesn't fit right." He closed his eyes and sighed, locking eyes with you again. "Do you know what I love about you?" You shrugged lightly.

"It's how you've made me ill with love-sickness, only to then dislike, hate and looked at what has caused this in the wrong way. Your skin, bronze gold like a Goddess." His eyes glossed as it drank in your figure, plump and sweet. "Your beauty-God, I cannot let you talk about yourself like this." Comfort and warmth found your chest and fluttered it as you sat there, eyes larger in size and lips parted. he leaned you back, planted sensational pecks around your tummy, then took your soft hands into his gently as if you were porcelain. He stood you up and walked you to the body mirror, standing right behind you. Refusing to look up, you kept your gaze on the ground. He took incharge and held your chin, coaxing you to look. "This is exactly what I see. Believe it or not, this is what I chased the second I laid my eyes on you... Something about you, the way you walked, the way you stood, talked, laughed, so perfect to my honest eyes."

As he spoke, his fingers travelled around your body, your waist, dips, tummy, arms. Feeling the genuine love and care he held for you formed grateful tears in the corner of your eyes and you began sniffing, though he didn't stop, he pulled you back into his warm figure, wrapped his arm around you protectively and nuzzled his face into your jaw. He planted warm, soothing kisses on it, his arms curling around you in a firm but comfortable way. "Stop looking at yourself with standards that are unrealistic y/n. Understood?" You hummed in response. "Even an alien can't achieve any of them." You huffed lightly, your lips stretching into a smile. He watched you in awe from the mirror, as he wiped your tears away, then suddenly dived into your neck with an army of pepper kisses, at the same time tickling you unmercifully. "C-onnorhaha aha sob so st-top it hehkeegsgagk!" He rocked from side to side as you followed simultaneously. "Gosh, you're adorable." He said out loud as you held onto his arm and leaned into him and as your pretty eyes fluttered shut, you soaked in the moment.

He then grabbed your hands and crossed them together on you. "Repeat after me. I love you." He stood and gazed lovingly at you through the mirror. "I lo-"

"No, y/n," he whispered, "eyes on yourself." You took a breath in, everting you soft gaze from him to yourself and spoke the honest words that drove him crazy in love.

"I love you."

Author's note: Sorry but it's giving obsession ರ⁠_⁠ರ and I love it

#x black reader #detroit become human #chubby reader #cute

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brokebrakes · 1 year

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thinking about aran ojiro staring at the pretty black girl at onigiri miya. he has no clue who she is, but osamu keeps walking over to her table making sure she’s okay. making sure her drink is always filled or if her food came out right. aran can’t stop staring, taking in the woman’s looks as she lets out a laugh at what aran assume one of osamu’s bad jokes. little distractions like osamu’s customer taping him on the shoulder and asking for autographs or pictures because they recognized him from the national’s team causing aran to break his trace on the gorgeous woman. once he’s finished being the semi star athlete, he’s back looking at the woman. his mind going crazy at how her eyes twinkled when she smiled or the way her smooth brown skin glimmered in osamu’s restaurant light. aran wouldn’t say he believed in love at first sight, but jeez the woman had him in a trace that he didn’t want to break. he was so stuck on being love struck, he felt a huge slap on the back of his head. when osamu appeared by his side giving him a look aran gave his friend a smile. osamu playfully rolled his eyes before slamming a pen and and a piece of paper on the table aran sitting at.

“since you keep staring at the lady that’s here to critique my restaurant, she asked for an autograph.” osamu glanced in the direction of the woman aran been staring at and gave her a sly wave which she awkwardly returned. “and your number..” he then adds.

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brokebrakes · 1 year

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'breakfast's ready!' i heard sanji yell at the top of his lungs. i sighed, closing my book and putting it on the side table, remembering to mark my page with a dog ear.

'mm.. food?' luffy muttered while being half awake, floating cartoonishly into the kitchen. i giggled, following his lead. robin tapped my shoulder, catching my attention.

'did you need something?' she looked at me with worried eyes, and a suspicious aura. 'you okay? you don't seem like yourself today. usually, you'd be floating right beside luffy.'

'oh.. i'm fine! no need to worry about me. thanks for the concern, rob.' she nodded, taking a seat at the table. but i could tell i didn't convince her at all. truth be told, i got lost in a book robin recommended to me, and pulled an all nighter. so i was super groggy come morning.

sanji whirled over to nami and placed a cup on the table. 'here you go, nami-swan!' she grabbed the glass, taking a refreshed sip. 'thanks, sanji!'

he then whirled over to robin the same manner, holding the plate with a well crafted sandwich very carefully. 'enjoy, robin-chan!' she chuckled, watching as the cook zoomed off to where i was sitting.

i rocked in my seat, beside brook and chopper, ready for my meal. 'i made this just for you, y/n-chan!' he exclaimed, placing my plate of f/m in front of me.

'thank you, sanji!' i replied with the same energy, reaching for a bite. sanji stared at me, a slight frown on his face. 'so? how is it?' he questioned, clutching the tray in his hand. while chewing obnoxiously, i put a threw him a thumbs up, a smile on my face.

the clattering came to a stop, and everyone turned to face me, shocked. i fidgeted awkwardly, a cold sweat forming.

'why're you guys staring at me all of sudden..?' i uttered, swallowing the food in my mouth. 'that's it? a thumbs up?' the blond haired chef clenched his fists, and dropped to his knees.

'tell me what i did wrong.. please! was it flavorless? was it too dry? too watery? too salty?!'

'a thumbs up means it was good!' i tried assuring him, kneeling down beside him. 'no.. there were no endless compliments.. you didn't even call me sanji-kun! i must've done something wrong!'

'you don't seem like your super self, y/n. did something happen?' franky asked, already finishing his meal. i shook my head, letting him know i was alright.

'can i have your food?' luffy was already extending his arm, aiming for my plate. i shrugged, but sanji wasn't having any of it.

'hands off, bonehead!' he shouted, deflecting his arm with a kick. 'rude..' luffy pouted, stuffing his face with zoros meal instead.

'where did i go wrong?!' sanji asked once again, tears forming in his eyes. i squeezed his hand, causing a bit of blood to drip from his nose. 'sanji-kun, it's perfect. just the way i like it. my handsome little chef could never go wrong.' i wiped the tears spilling from his eyes, and engulfed him in a hug.

'y/n-chan.. i'm your handsome little chef?' he sniffled, hearts beginning to form in his eyes as more blood gushed out of his nose. i nodded, tracing what i hoped were soothing circles down his spine. 'better yet, the sexiest chef in the world.' i whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe.

'i love you, y/n-chan!' he flew back, an absurd amount of blood shooting out of his nose. i gasped, turning to chopper for help as everyone else laughed.

#sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #op sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x black reader #one piece x black!reader #one piece #one piece imagine #black girl #black reader #x black reader #black woman #anime #anime x reader #anime x black!reader #oneshot

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brokebrakes · 1 year

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CONNOR X 💜BLACK💜 READER

Marshmallow kisses ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

Speed walking with a newspaper above your slicked hair, you reached the corner shop where you were to meet your best friend, Connor. You quickly escaped the snow and entered, stopping by a body mirror to fix yourself and then went downstairs to the main area. You held onto your scarf nervously looking around for a table assigned to the two of you, that's when your eyes froze, upon seeing him at your table. You knew your best friend long enough recognise the back of his head, and other stuff that you unconsciously picked up, like his favourite sleeping position...

"Hey sorry I'm late." Ignoring the burning sensation all over your body, you hugged him and sat in your seat. "it's a bit early. We'll leave later so that we can enjoy the Carnival when it's night." You deadpanned, the light above you casting a gloom over your dark skin.

"So I did all that just to be early?" You sighed as he shrugged his shoulder with a smirk. "I did text you saying there's no rush."

Soon enough, it hit nighttime at 5pm due to the winter season. You linked arms with him and headed out towards the carnival, observing your surroundings, such as the thin shade of snow, as it became more and more bright. Your boots clanked on the gravel as you arrived, blown away by the lit wonderland, full of rides and game stands, as well as the smell of piping hot food.

You stood by him, already energised from the many rides and games you played as you held the fake sniper and aimed it at a can. "That was mine Connor!" He snickered as he aimed for another. You huffed and glanced at him, seeing how he look focused with his tongue sticking out to the side. He bit his lips slowly and the gun sounded as it released a bullet. Wether it knocked over another can or not, you kept staring at him intrigued by his hair, slicked front tousle, slightly refined eyebrows, strong Greek nose, followed by a soft pair of blushed lips.

You exhaled the breath you had held and snapped back to the cans, shooting your shot and hitting the edge of it. "If you hadn't been staring at me, I'm sure you would have had that y/n." Completely dismissing him with butterflies in your stomach, you began walking towards the next stall. Immediately you felt an arm loop with yours as he caught up with you dragging you a different direction. "How about the Ferris wheel?"

Ehh, we all know what happens on a Ferris Wheel..

"I haven't played that game yet I want to win a plushie!" He sighed at you pouting, conscious of the way his heart flipped. Still, he pulled you to the line. It was almost thirty minutes later and you were now sat on a carriage opposite each other. "I heard one of the screws went loose on a carriage, and it went tumbling with the people in it." He snickered in a villainous way as you leaned into your seat even more nerve wrecked. "I swear if you say one more damn word, I'm gonna kiss you."

Wait.

You opened your eyes that had been pressed shut and upon seeing he's flustered expression, you quickly corrected yourself. "OMG I didn't mean that!" You said desperately. As embarrassing as it was to say it to your best friend,

a part of you meant every word.

He eyes were still focused on you, nothing happening till he tilted his head like a lost puppy. "So, what were you meant to say?" As if it was explainable you spoke the word that came to your head first. 'Um- I meant to say hit you. Um the view's really nice up here you can see everything." Still, he was only focused on you. You didn't want to give in and look at him, so you kept acting a fool, till he spoke. "Y/n. To be fair, I was thinking the same thing," he teased. You slowy turned you head to him, brows raised in question. "I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, it's nearly our turn to get off."

Before you exited the carnival, Connor had headed to the toilet and insisted you went ahead. He later caught up to you, a plushie under his arm. He presented it to you and you accept it, thanking him flustered. It was a dead silent walk all the way back to your house with him trailing behind you. You pulled out your key, inserted the it into the keyhole, then smelt a strong wave of his cologne, which meant he was right behind you. He grabbed your arm and turned your around gently. "Not even a goodbye kiss?" He was half joking half serious. Your words were cut short when he closed in on you and only left a small gap between you as his cool breath brushed your plum lips.

"Your move." With your eyes glued to his icy, teal and slightly gray ones, you slowly backed away unsure, only to feel a firm grip on you. His thumb circled your hips and found his way under your shirt, making you stiff from his cool hand on your bare skin. His lips looked insanely soft and you wondered how you hadn't noticed. "Y/n, I won't kiss you unless you want me to." He whispered with his finger under your chin. You could only hold his nape, bring him in and connect your lips. So soft, like kissing a marshmallow, sweet and warm. You parted reluctantly, almost unable to do so as he followed after you. It made you smile against his lips, from how he was so drawn to you. "Connor, as much as I want to keep my lips against yours, I need oxygen as well." You smiled, running your thumb along his lips.

He backed you to your door and completely dismissed your words. "Open it."

Author: These mock exams are mocking it ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ

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brokebrakes · 1 year

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Does anyone else ever just- get so deep into a fic, and your enjoying yourself and then all of a sudden you get hit with “your face (insert all the ways to say the color red)” or “you tucked your silky hair behind your ear” and it’s like- BOOM

The fuckin magic is gone. That shit kills my vibe cause now I can’t get into it anymore. Imma still read it but with less enthusiasm and just skimming it instead of indulging. At least let me know from the jump that y/n is white/pale so I don’t hype myself up for nothin’ DAMN

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brokebrakes · 1 year

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i fixed up my hair and patted down the only sundress i packed from home as i looked in the bathroom mirror. today was my very first date with bertholdt. the only reason went up to him and professed my feelings for him was because armin and sasha, two of my closest friends, kept urging me to.

i mean, if he said no, it wouldn't be that bad, right? i'd probably get eaten on the next expedition. i also thought he had a crush on annie, but I guess not. maybe he just feels bad for me.. maybe he- no. i'll be fine.

after minutes of reassuring myself, i turned off the lights and rushed to put on my shoes. i finally slipped on my shoes and ran down the hall, watching out for the torches. when i reached the mess hall, i saw sasha standing by the stairs.

'sasha! what're you doing here?' i asked, looking at her outstretched hand.

'i'm your escort. bertholdt is down there waiting for you.' she informed me, pointing down the stairway. i took her hand and walked down the stairs, shocked by the amount of effort bertholdt put into this.

i grew more shocked when i saw the extravagant table set up with my favorite flowers surrounding the table. bertholdt was wearing a vest suit that really brought out the muscles in his arms. when he saw me standing in front of him, he got up from his seat while holding something behind him.

'thanks, sasha.' he whispered, slipping a loaf of bread in her hands. her face lit up, and she left immediately, squealing the whole way. after that, bertholdt turned to face me, picking up a few of the flowers.

'so, care to join me?' he asked sheepishly with a bundle of the delicate looking flowers. i giggled, taking the flowers in my hand to smell them.

'most certainly, bertholdt.'

#bertholdt x you #black reader #black girl #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt x y/n #bertholdt x black reader #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x black reader #first date

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brokebrakes · 1 year

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I am ass deep in the "x black fem reader" and the only shit I'm finding is smut and if it's not smut it'd JACK HARLOW SHIT

I just wanna read

😔

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brokebrakes · 2 years

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a feeling of deja vu washed over me as yet another fan of aran stopped us to take a picture with him. usually, i wouldn't mind, smiling from the sidelines as he had a brief conversation with them. but today, we're celebrating our 4 year anniversary. we were already a few minutes late to the restaurant a made a reservation at, so when they took just one picture, i grabbed aran by the arm and dragged him away.

'woah woah woah! what're you doing?' he exclaimed, pulling his arm back.

'aran. we need to get to our anniversary reservations! we're already 10 minutes late!' i complained, tapping on the watch on my wrist. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in a disappointed manner.

'i can't believe you pulled me away from a fan for some stupid anniversary reservation!' my eyes widened as i tried to comprehend what he just said. stupid anniversary? i looked back at my watch and sighed. i didn't allow myself to comprehend it, walking away from him in a silent fury.

'y/n, you know i didn't mean that.' he jogged up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

'let's just go, okay?' i muttered, not once laying an eye on him. i knew i was in the wrong, pulling him away from a fan like that. but the response was beyond me.

we didn't speak the whole way there, making it awkward when we got there. our usually full and interesting conversations were replaced with short questions and dry responses.

'is the food good?' aran asked, placing his hand on my free one. me being the petty person i am, yanked away and focused on the meal in front of me.

'yes, ojiro. thank you.' he paused for a moment, mouth agape. as i took a sip of my drink, he threw his fork and knife on his plate, making a big clang. i flinched, causing me to spill a bit on my shirt.

'what the hell is up with you?' he said in an exasperated tone. i cocked my eyebrow, making a confused expression.

'what now?'

'you never call me ojiro. you mad at me?'

'can we just eat our food and be done with this?' i suggested, patting a napkin on the wet spots. when he noticed the small amount of damage he did, he picked up another napkin and applied it to my shirt.

'my bad. can we please talk? i know this is about what i said earlier.'

'i'm over it! just leave it alone!' i replied, beginning to raise my voice.

'i can't 'just leave it alone!' and i know you aren't over it! i ruined our anniversary, i'm sorry, but i don't wanna ruin our relationship! just talk to me, please.' he took my hand in his, intertwining them. i sighed, my silent fury wavering as he kept unbreaking eye contact with me.

'i'm just being petty like always, don't even worry about it.'

'y/n. i was in the wrong, i admitted that already. can you just admit you're mad at me? i don't like you dismissing your feelings to deescalate shit.'

'fine! i hate how you wasted time on our anniversary of all days to have conversations with random people! i hate how you talk to them for way longer than you need to! i hate how you me feel like i did something wrong! and i hate how things this trivial get me riled up! i hate it! i hate all of it!'

i held my head in my hands, sobbing into them uncontrollably. i heard shuffling around me as i felt myself begin to hyperventilate. aran wrapped his arms around me, rubbing circles on my back in an attempt to calm me.

'sorry, this is so pathetic.' i said, choking on my sobs. he shook his head, caressing my cheek.

'nah, this is growth. we're growing, y/n.'

#aran x reader #aran ojiro #aran haikyuu #x black reader #black girls of tumblr #black reader #poc reader #black men #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x black reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #argument #angst?#ojiro aran

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brokebrakes · 2 years

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'can i have one hamima chicken and a green tea please?'

'sure, that'll be $9.79.'

i dug into my purse, feeling around for some change. i had the $9.00, but i just had 58 cents.

'just remove my order for the hamima, i don't have enough change.' i said with a sigh, stuffing the change back in my purse. i didn't think they would have a food stand in the game, so i didn't bother with packing extra money.

as i went to take my remaining change from the guy, someone slammed a dollar on the counter, causing both of us to flinch. i looked at the culprit, eyes landing on the to black stripes in his blond hair. he had an angry expression on his face, his hand stuffed in his jean jacket.

'um, excuse me sir. you have to wait your turn.' the worker reasoned, pushing the dollar back. the blond just picked it back up and pushed it into his chest.

'it's for her.' he grumbled, pointing his thumb at me. my eyes widened, and i clasped my hand together, ready to thank him profusely. but by the time i turned my head, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me confused. it also left me with chicken AND a drink. so i took my stuff, thanked the person at the stand, and went to find a spot in the bleachers.

it's only been 3 years since i graduated, but it seems like just yesterday i was in this exact gym watching a volleyball game or basketball game. i looked down at the court, remembering the aoba johsai volleyball team playing. the star of the 'show' was almost always oikawa, his fangirls cheering over the crowd. but i was always focused on number 16. from the distinct haircut he had, to his immense amount of power he had on the court.

enough about that. the game was starting soon and i needed to find my seat. it was awfully crowded in the gym as it was outside of it. there was a far left of the bleacher with way too much room, see as there were people that had to squeeze in together. i noticed the same blond with streaks in his hair right the middle of it. it was like the people around him were intentionally avoiding him.

he didn't seem that scary, seeing as he helped me pay for me meal. so i marched right up the bleachers and took a seat awfully close to him.

'you left the stand before i could say thank you.' i said, seemingly startling him. as he regained his composure, scowling once again.

'my bad.' he grumbled, crossing his arms.

'no, no it's okay!' i jumped, waving my hand. 'i just wanted to say thanks.' i muttered cracking my green tea can open. all of a sudden, the hamima chicken in my hand didn't seem that appetizing anymore. wasted his money for no reason.

'do.. do you want my chicken? i didn't touch it or anything.' he looked at me from the corner of his eye for a split second, but went back to watching the team below warm up. at first, i took this action as a no, but then he held out his hand, signaling for it.

'my name's l/n y/n, what's yours?' i asked, a smile forming on my face. he crumbled the chicken wrapper in his hand and cleared his throat.

'kyōtani kentarō.'

'nice to meet you, mr. kyōtani.' i stuck my hand out, hoping for a handshake. he grabbed it without hesitation, allowing me to feel the calluses on his palm.

'same here.' he replied, stuffing his hands back in his pockets and focusing on the game that was about to start. maybe if i just approached him in highschool, we would've been talking like old friends. but i'm happy we're getting acquainted(?) now. better now than never.

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