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HAIKYUU BOYS AND SHARING A BED TROPES
PAIRINGS: Iwaizumi Haijme x Reader | Miya Atsumu x Reader | Suna Rintarou x Reader | Kozume Kenma x Reader
GENRE: Fluff | Crack | Comfort | Enemies To Lovers (Atsumu) | Friends To Lovers (Hajime/Rintarou)
WARNINGS: Cursing | Implied Panic Attack (Kenma) | Wholesome Shit.
A/N: HI THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE OMG I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PLS I MYSELF LOVE IT SO MUCH PLS ENJOY
HAJIME — The "You're Sleeping On My Bed So I Sleep On My Floor" trope:
You didn't mean to stay at his house this long, almost drifting away on his shoulder while the television screen blares some old cartoon and the feeling of his stiff body hesitating to lean into yours keeping you from completely losing consciousness. "M' tired, Haji, I'm gonna go home, now," you groan with a tired voice. "No, you're not," he says as if you said the stupidest thing he's ever heard. "You're too tired, you'd probably pass out in the middle of the road. Just stay here." The tone of his voice grew quiet, quite like he was nervous, or something. "Uh, are you sure? I don't want to impo—" "Just get on my bed, already," he mutters loudly in a firm voice. "oh, okay." When you saw him bring another futon, you grew confused. "Hajime?" "What?" "What are you doing?" "Making my bed?" "Why?" He grew annoyed with your questions, stopping his motions in irritation and looking at you. "You're sleeping on my bed what else am I supposed to do?" "Sleep...in your bed?" His eyes had widened, and his face looked hot— did you need to take his temperature? "What? No." "Just sleep in here with me. It's not that big a deal." He shakes his head, "no." "Oh my God, Hajime, get in here," you laugh while your hands flip the covers open for him. You watch him slide in carefully and scan the lumps in the bed so he doesn't touch you. He sighed once he settled in, watching you get comfortable yourself. His eyes accidentally traced the outline of your torso, wandering around your hips and your waist until he looked up to meet your pupils. You smiled, scooting yourself closer to his nerve-wracked body. "Goodnight, Haji," you whisper in his shoulder. It takes a second for him to respond as his breath hitched, "Goodnight," he whispers before making the ultimate decision to drape his arm across your waist. You couldn't wait until his legs allowed themselves to thread with yours.
ATSUMU — The "There's Only One Bed" trope:
The fact that you two were put together on this trip was ridiculous, let alone how the hotel only has one vacant room left. He was the last person you'd ever want to sleep in the room— building as. When he opened the door with the key card, that was the moment you regretted ever coming. There was only one bed. He groaned annoyingly, setting his bag next to the door and looking around the room. "Well, shit. What do we do, now, Sweetheart?" Your face contorts in disgust when your pet name leaves his lips, "just find somewhere else to sleep. Can't you go with Hinata or Bokuto? Sakusa?" He shakes his head as he continues to walk around, "they said they already had people with them, can't switch." "Fuck," you cursed, staring at the thing that caused your demise. "Relax, it'll be fine, we can just share." Your head bucked back in offense as your eyebrows furrow. "What? Absolutely not! I'll take the floor if you want it so damn badly." "Uh uh, yer not sleepin' on the floor, Angel." "Oh, yes I am." "Not an option." "You can't make me sleep on that bed." You regret saying that two hours later when you settle in the sheets next to him. "Give me your pillow, Atsumu." "What? Why?" He questions as he lays flat on his back. "Because to prevent from getting your germs all over me, I'm making a wall of pillows." "Ya can't be serious," he deadpans. Your face yelled at him that you were, your glare forcing his hand to slowly grip his pillow and pull it to you to let you drag it from him and stuff it between your two bodies. "Happy now, Darlin'?" "No," you say firmly. "Just go to bed, Atsumu. We have a long day tomorrow." "Fine, only because ma Angel wants me to." "Shut up," you grit. Hours have passed and you haven't slept a blink— your mind focused on the way his warm hands caress your stomach so lightly and pull your abdomen towards him. His breath lingers on your neck, and his legs intertwine with yours as he sleeps safe and sound. There seemed to be a tingly pool of butterflies in your stomach for some reason. There was no way you were enjoying this, was there?
RINTAROU — The "You Just Fell Asleep On Me And Now We're Cuddling" trope:
It was almost casual: how your body laid atop his on his bed so comfortable and warm— how your hot breaths stuck to his neck and your legs draped over his, almost wrapping around his waist as you lightly snored on him. He chuckled as he scrolled through his phone while his head rested on his pillow, his other arm laying on your back, and his fingers gently scratching the surface of the fabric you wear. He wasn't confused or startled, he wasn't nervous one bit. He liked having you sleep on him— it was a relaxing feeling, having your breaths match up and feeling your slow pulse wrap around his torso like it was supposed to be there. It was calming. He didn't know how you woke up, or why you were so frightened by having him under you like that. "Wh—what I'm so—" you frantically wave your hands and unweave your legs from his, sitting on the opposite side of the bed in awkwardness, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear—!" He was a bit confused now, after watching you run away. "It's okay, don't be sorry," he dismisses as if it was stupid to think that in the first place, "I liked it." "You— huh?" You had to trail back in your memories to see if you heard that correctly. "Yes. I liked it, now come back," he nonchalantly grips your wrist and drags your weight back onto his, caressing your hair with his nimble fingers and tilting his head to lay the tiniest kiss on your temple, basking in the heat you provide from your obvious mortification. It was only when he fell asleep with you, his phone falling from his fingers and his eyes finally drooping completely closed as his head leans on yours, when you could really feel it. Your pulses slowing together and your breaths caught in each other's skin and your chests rising and falling at a syncing pace. It was nice. You liked it, as well.
KENMA — The "You're Really Sad And This Is The Only Thing I Could Think Of" trope:
His breath quickened as he hid under his blanket for support, the sweat glossing his face and his trembling hands not finding a grip on reality. He sat in the corner of his room in the dark where he was most comfortable, his eyes wide as they try to catch the non-existent light underneath the thin fabric. He doesn't want to move, he doesn't want to make a single sound, but his shivering body and his whimpers of emotional pain wouldn't listen to him. He didn't even know what he was sad about, he was just sad. Afraid. Anxious? He didn't know. He didn't know why he heard the door creak open or why he heard footsteps increase in volume as they grew closer to his shakey ball. He couldn't figure out why the blanket that shielded him was currently peeling away from his hot skin, forcing the cold air to mix with the sweat that aligned his shape. "It's gonna be kay, Kenma, I got you," a voice whispers, pulling his arms and lifting him up off the ground. His legs seemed to work miraculously as they walked to the end of his bed, allowing a hand to lightly place him on the mattress, opening the sheets for him and letting his body seep into the sweet scent of his sheets. He didn't bother to look at who helped him— he knew who it was. He needed them right about now. It seemed as if they knew that, too. What a relief. "Let's go to sleep, alright? You might feel better after, okay?" And with that, he closes his eyes with ease, ignoring the stinging pain from how long he kept them open from before, and let his body lean into the figure behind him. They wrapped their arms around him, caging him in their protection and mixing their legs with his so he could feel a little extra warmth. He was appreciative of this. He was really grateful. Putting all the effort into his sentence, he mutters, "Thank you, Y/n." And with that, the figure smiles against his neck, applying their lips to his skin before replying, "Of course, Kenma. Now get some sleep."
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Far Off Crushes
Mattsukawa Drabble pt.2 ( click here for part 1 )
I’m not sure why this took me so long sorry for the wait !!
“ uh — so what do we do now “
“ the fuck if I know “
Your body shook as he made eye contact with you almost trying to see if something had happened in your last class for you to become an asshole like this out of no where
He smiled softly when you looked away and shook your head causing your face to light up in confusion.
Today had not gone like you planned at all.
You originally planned to end your day walking out of school with your best friend mattsukawa while he preached to you about your beauty and how much he adored you maybe even stopping and buying you some flowers on the way home
but for some reason you found yourself still stuck in your last class with a tall male, blonde striped hair, and a horrible attitude staring down at you “ I did my part right I asked you out so “
your eyebrows furrowed as you cut him off “ so “
He shook his head at your remark “ so why are you acting like a prick right now ? “
your face morphed into annoyance looking away from him to try to calm down he hadn’t done anything wrong but you needed something—someone to blame something to say that you weren’t at fault for all these unexpected mistakes that popped up in your plan “ so”
“ so don’t you also have to do some shit too ? A part to play ? why the hell am I doing all the work here “
you sighed you knew this was gonna be hard you weren’t sure how your personality’s had meshed together so well earlier.
All you knew is that for some reason right now he was annoying you because one he wasn’t mattsukawa and two he wasn’t mattsukawa
“ let’s just —let’s go home ok “
“ finally a good fucking idea —getting tired of just standing here“ he nodded slowly as he sipped the milk box he held in his hand.
He was honestly a bit more confused than you were he thought it was normal to be nice to your crush but if it was then why did it seem like you two had suddenly traded personality’s. You the asshole he really didn’t want to be around and him the submissive schoolgirl. He thought it would be better if he didn’t come on too strong , limited his cursing , and talked to you regularly but that clearly wasn’t working.
now he was shitting his pants at the fact that he would have to actually talk to you and then on top of that work up the courage to curse at you someone he only found himself wanting to spoil.
“ you have to move out of the door way first “ your face went deadpanned looking up at your new ‘boyfriend’ who jumped in his shoes moving over as far away from you and the door as he could causing you to scream out “ not that far you ditz I don’t have fleas“
he scoffed walking behind you your bodies heading for the exit as you stopped at the door him running right into your back holding your shoulders so you didn’t fall over from the impact
His eyes widening when you didn’t move to open it “ uh “ his eyes roamed over your face his own morphed in pure confusion why would you just stop in front of the door after just telling him not too long ago to move away from doors.
“ the fuck are you doing “
you growled “ your suppose to open the door for me ‘boyfriend’ “
“ w-what “
“ it’s gentlemanly y’know “ you looked to the door sadly “ and mattsukawa used to do it for me “
“ one i swear you just made that word up the fucks gentlemanly and two ok —what do I do with that information “ his eyebrows came together in a furrow as he looked down on you visibly confused “ you do know i’m not going to do everything that your perfectly capable of doing on your own just because we’re dating now right ? “
you felt your body flame as you pushed the door open by yourself the boy behind you racing to keep up with you. Screaming profanities as every door you opened smacked him in the face because you only opened it enough to let yourself through.
“ god such an— “ his mouth snapped shut as you turned around and drilled your stare into the side of his face.
The quiet air swirling around between you two the wind howling before you heard his voice become softer.
your mind slowing when you finally landed on a thought that’s been stuck in your head since he showed up at your last class earlier ‘ wheres the smart alec asshole from the hallway —why’s he acting so —so sweet ‘
“ psst “
your head turned to look his way before turning back around “ hey y/n “ you groaned giving him just a little bit of your attention
“ look “ his hand came down on your shoulder patting you gently as you followed his finger that was outstretched to point at the animal across from you two “ a puppy “
your face lit up in excitement as he stared down on your child like state his heart beating rapidly when his gaze finally fell to your eyes that were gleaming with interest.
His own darting around your face as if stuck in a trance watching as the wind comb over your features your smile one he wanted to see all the time.
‘ they like what I like ‘
His mouth flying open without his permission “ so pret—puppy— let’s go see the puppy “
“ wh-what no we can’t ju— “
“ let’s go see the puppy “ you jumped he obviously wasn’t one to take no for an answer and that was clear when his offer seemed to turn into more of a demand than a request you nodded as if he could see you his body already across the schoolyard and making it’s way to the park.
Your mouth moving to scream out stop when you saw him touch the dog without permission his hand already coming onto the top of the dogs head softly “ hey you cant ju— “
His face never changed as he pulled back the finger that the dog bit only to smile at the red that moved across his skin and fell to the grass. Holding out his hand showing where he’d been hurt. Eyes coming up to look at the owner “ shots ? “
the owner shaking their head as they spoke “ knew he could fend for himself so I let cha’ do it “
your ‘boyfriend’ smiled as he stood “ he’s got a little spark — like em “ he turned back to look at you before he squatted again hands on his knees “ come ‘ ere “
you looked at the boy in confusion before you looked to the owner “ come on “ you glared at the male that sat next to the dog before following him letting out a small apology to the owner that went unheard as he paid more attention to his phone instead of the two high schoolers that were attacking his dog with their hands.
You moved to sit on the grass staring at the dog in front of you that just stared back your eyes never leaving his. The two of you almost having a conversation through your eyes.
A loud laugh rippling from the ground up and through your body “ the fuck are you doing ? “ the boy beside you screamed both the dog and yourself turning to stare him down “ what are you ? having a staring contest with — with the dog ? “ he busted out laughing as he thought back to your behavior a couple minutes ago
“ here look this is you “ he moved to stare at the small animal before you two. His eyes hard and serious as he tried to stop the laugh that threatened to leave his lips
He wouldn’t stop staring until he heard you laug—
“ oh god shutup “ you laughed causing him to relax and finally let himself laugh when he felt your hands outstretch and push him over to the ground “ it’s not like he can talk or anything how else are we suppose to y’know communicate “
“pet him you doof “ he smiled as he looked to the dog in front you flailing his hand towards the animal as he spoke “ pet him y/n he’ll respond better to a nice person like yourself than he did me “
your eyebrows creased before you nibbled your bottom lip “ swear it “
he smiled softly before holding out his pinky to you. Your eyes widening at the childish motion before laughing softly reaching out your own and wrapping it around his
“ swear it “ he spoke loud enough for you to hear but soft enough for you to hear he meant every word he said regardless of the sharp edge and bass his voice held
you felt the nerves in your body electrify before a hand inched it’s way across the grass ghosting over your own hand feeling your hesitation “ may I “
you nodded as he took your hand in his own squeezing lightly to calm your jumpy fingers before he guided you to the dog his hand wrapped around yours as he directed it up and down—guiding it softly around the puppy’s fur. Your mouth quirking up in a small smile when the dog whimpered in approval and turned over on its belly “he’s — he’s cute “
the owner turned to look between you and the boy that sat next to you “ yeah he’s a friends actually “
you nodded “ your friend has great taste“
he smiled “ yeah I like to think so— actually thinking about him right now he’s got quite the eye for pretty things “
you and the taller boy next to you spoke at the same time both of your eyes on two different thing when speaking “ yeah “
you moved to stand up as you made eye contact with your boyfriend who nodded in understanding before he led you back to the street to walk you home.
the mood created by the dog left behind and now traded for a dry and quiet one as you two walked a distance away from each other you playing with your hands as he pushed his own deeper in his pockets
“ hey look “ you gulped heavily at his voice forgetting how deep and heavy it was “ look— I — i’m not like mattsukawa I know it I understand it “ he nodded to himself trying to get it in his head “ I don’t think i’ll ever be on that level personally and — well physically“
you listened not turning around so that you didn’t make him nervous “ but “ his voice went hard “ I can try I can try to be what you want me to be — who — who you want me to be if you just —just give me a chance—please I— “
your eyes widened as you moved to speak causing him to realize that he was just begging in the middle of the street his hands sweaty while gripping at his backpack straps “no—no just “ he sighed “ just leave it alone this shit got way too fucking emotional too quick “
“ but why “
he grunted “ didn’t I just say leave it the fuck alone “
“ but I don’t wanna “
“ you don’t listen “ he rolled his eyes “ kinda hot kinda “ he dropped his voice to a whisper “ pisses me off “
“ mm “ his eyes darted to yours before looking away
“ look your good ok “ your voice croaked out making his brain swirl as he listened to you speak letting you melt away all his doubts “ i’m sorry i’ve been a little bit of an asshole “
“ a litt— “ he laughed before coughing “ uh yes i’m sorry you’ve been really um wonderful y/n“ he coughed again fixing his uniform before following after you
“ it’s just today didn’t go how I expected at all and now i’m just i’m here with a guy I don’t even really know and I can’t help but be a little pissed off that I lost my best friend and crush all in one day — I just —don’t think I blame you or I’m upset or pissed at you just“ you looked to the ground “ just a really crappy day “
“ yeah no I totally understand “ he took a big gulp as he loooked to you his body finally stopping and taking a deep breath “ y-y/n can — can I — I have something to te— “
“ hey wanna come in “ you put the key in your door flinging it open smiling back at the male not hearing anything he’d just siad “ ‘ rents aren’t home and I — “
you shook your head “ I kinda don’t wanna be alone think i’m gonna cry or spazz if I am “
he looked around the street before turning around and staring at the floor face made up in a state of confusion “ o-oh we’re at your — your house “ his eyes went into shock realizing what he got himself into he didn’t think this far ahead “ the place where you eat , study an—“
“ what the fuck are you a reporter why are you out here telling every single neighbor i have what i do in my house “
he smiled softly before accepting the invite waking in and putting his shoes to the side after taking them off
“ sooo this is where you live “ his eyes glanced over towards a wall—-every wall trying to figure out what kind of person you were or even trying to figure out how he’d gotten this far he assumed you would’ve called the whole dating thing off
He wanted to savor this moment before you cut all connection with him. He just wanted one day of doing nothing but spending his time hanging out with his crush maybe then they would finally notice him as the nice kid and not just the asshole from school who screams and sulks in corners
“ ha you say that like you’ve been interested in it forever—do houses really bring you this much joy —what are you an aspiring housewife?“
“ no I just — well I do have something to tel— “
“ god I can’t believe I confessed today “ his face dropped before it hardened him following you while you ran through your house and plopped down belly first on your bed
“ I never thought this would’ve happened I mean look i’m sitting here with you for christ sakes —i assumed i would never see you again“
he moved to sit next to you grabbing your feet hesitantly and laying them across his lap “ I-is there something wrong with me”
“ no no no I just “ you sighed into your pillow “ I just don’t know you “
“ would you y’know like to know “
your brain stopped working at his question —did you wanna get to know this new person next to you ? “ if you don’t wanna know that’s cool I just I know a lot about you and you don’t know about m— “
“ hey can you tell me how you know so much about me “
“ I— I um ? “ he looked away from your back and looked to your room door “ maybe after you find out a little bit more about me “
“ fine “ you huffed “ but you don’t deserve to look into my pretty eyes until you tell me “
your voice dropping into a flirty tone eyebrows wiggling into your pillow as if the male next to you could see them “ their pretty you may just fall in love — so I really suggest just telling me “
he laughed “ no I know — I know but uh I don’t wanna tell you and freak you out because you don’t know me yet—that’d be weird “
you groaned out a small “ fine “ as he shifted uncomfortably in his space looking for a little bit of comfort. He was seriously really surprised he even made it this far he didn’t want to screw up now
“ ok so uh my names kentaro you can call me—“
“ ken “
“ fuc—i mean um sure —i was uh thinking the same thing“ his eyebrows furrowed trying to get used to the new name “ I play on the volleyball team hence why you saw me in the hallway on my way there and fell on me with your extremely heavy body may i add “
“ hey “ you screamed pushing out your foot from his hold and kicking him in his side causing him to laugh and rub at it softly while he spoke
“ yeah and I— I like dogs or animals really “ he smiled to himself hands moving to play with your socks still searching for that comfort he tended to ramble when he was comfortable. Most people assumed he was quiet and reserved but the truth is he just didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to anyone no one made him want to speak
well no one except you and you made him want to simply because he couldn’t understand you instead of pushing you away like other people he wanted to learn more about you and if that meant breaking down his wall and outside persona god he would do it so fast “ their um sweet and fun and I like that they keep to themselves y’know—their never asking me to do things or yelling at me they just “ he sighed “ chill “
he smiled wider looking at your floor “ did you know my nickname on the team is mad dog “ he scoffed “ honestly used to hate it until I went to the dog park one day I tend to go to calm my nerves —I should bring you one day actually i would love to bring you one day—first date maybe? no wait we’re not really dati— but uh there was a lady there and she yelled out ‘ mad dog ‘ “
he shook his head at the words that just spilled from his mouth silently begging himself to stop he didn’t wanna scare you off
“ so I turned my head and said yeah only to get cut off by a dog barking and running into her arms that day —‘ts weird but for some reason it made me a bit more confident in my nickname not just because of the dog that would be stupid but because I seen how something I thought was made to make fun of me could one day turn into something with love behind it “
he sighed “ that was a horrible explanation—I mean I used to think they were doing it because they were assholes but as time went by I noticed they just really dug giving out nicknames and I was lucky enough to have one—that wasn’t just straight up demeaning like shittykawa “
he smiled softly while his hand traced up from your socks to your legs playing drums on them “ I hope one day i’ll have someone who’ll say the nickname with just as much love as that lady did — the dog they— they seemed so happy and I — I wanna feel it too y’know “
he felt his hands going sweaty and pulled them back off of you not wanting to scare you “ sorry I — I tend to ramble if i’m comfortable because I don— “
“ don’t talk much around people “
“ y-yeah how’d you “
“ same—feels nice to finally get it out huh and just talk without being rude to everyone—when’s the last time you had a proper conversation like this “ you smiled softly your head now turned to look at him body moving to sit next to him both your legs hanging off the side of your bed “ ken your really passionate with your words “
“ oh — oh I am ? “
“ do you show the volley guys this side of you or “
“ yeah right and risk being called soft why the hel— “
“ then why’d you show it to me “ your eyes moved to look into his you were honestly confused you two barely knew each other youd just technically met today as far as you knew. so why did he feel so comfortable of course you were happy for him to finally say what felt like was sitting on his chest for years but
“ kentaro “ his eyes snapped away from their place on your lips with a slight hum “ why did you — why do you feel so comfortable with me “
“ because I — I “ his eyebrows furrowed “ because y/n I love y—” his body jolted when he heard a knock on the front door causing him to ramble “ BECAUSE I LOVE KNOCKING “
your eyes widened at his outburst shaking your head and standing “ fuck I um — I enjoy knocking a lot y’know how it just — it just uh y’know goes knock knock —really cleanses the soul “
you laughed uncomfortably before you left the room him following quietly behind you watching your body slowly get closer and closer to the door “ who is it “ you screamed making your through the house
“ hey babe it’s issei “
“ issei “ you screamed happily kentaros body shaking in fear his mind racing with thoughts and hands sweating like crazy his eyes on the brink of tears.
He could not let mattsukawa in if he let you open that door his chances were over. He felt the whole world slow— he felt his whole world get closer and closer to the thing that would only destroy them feet moving faster than he’d ever thought possible
“ fuck “ he screamed “ people just — I keep getting interrupted “ he huffed “ I-i’m trying and trying and I “
“ k-ken “ you spoke causing him to look up and notice that he had somehow made his way in front of you his back to the hallway leading to the door and blocking It from your view “ what are you tal— “
“ please just — just shutup “ he cringed at his word use he’d been trying all day to be nicer around you he couldn’t ruin it now “ no don’t shutup never shut up just — god fuck — holy shit “
“ t-the big threes “
he laughed “ y/n please i’ve — ive — i’m in love with you “ he spat out quickly and harshly making it feel more like a threat than a good thing.
His words turning into a giant spitball as he stared at the floor arms outstretched “ i’ve been in love with you since first grade and if you wanna count kindergarten I swear I loved the way you nibbled on your crayons “
he shook silently “ middle school started it all I was gonna con— confess but you — you were too focused you liked school at that time and I didn’t wanna be an asshole and ruin it—or even make you sacrifice your grades—in elementary god I was sucha prick but a dumb prick I was an idiot I didn’t understand why I felt the way I felt—it pissed me off so I broke your color pencil “
he was on the verge of tears causing you to soften when you thought back to the angry guy you met in the hallway earlier “ I replaced it I swear I ran to the bucket and tried my best to find a red but I couldn’t it was so hard all the crayons were broken and — and I tried y/n but I couldn’t so I took tape and glue and tried to rebuild it and left it at your desk and it was so worth it to see 3rd grade you showing everyone your cool new pencil “
He took a quick breath before starting again “ and then — then high school came and god fuck highschool that’s when you met that asshole and he — I — I — he knew I liked you it was almost obvious to anybody on that fucking team if they looked closely enough “
he shook his head to the floor as if sitting through his thoughts “ everything mattsukawa did or gave you for your birthday was my doing I was the one texting the group chat and reminding them that it was coming up — every time he took you out for lunch dinner whatever the fuck he did that was all me — I paid —i took you out not him “ he felt his rage seeping out
“ he stole all my ideas for you away from me and then earlier actually tried to steal you from me in my fucking face the nerve of that shitty asshole— “ he scoffed his anger boiling inside and staring to pour over
“all you’ve been doing is talking about him while I have the fattest fucking crush on you and it — it hurts “ his voice was going hoarse body tensing at the knocking that never seemed to stop only pressing harder into his head making him spill everything “ I became an asshole in high school and I — I knew you wouldn’t want me I knew I had no chance so I left you alone but that doesn’t mean I stopped liking you I still did I still do — when I saw you in that hallway earlier I thought it was fate “
he laughed “ and I don’t even believe in that bullshit much less believe that you’ll like me after I show i’m not the tough asshole I pretend to be “ his heart broke “but I do I fucking love you — I don’t know how else to say it how else to make you feel it but I love you — I love you y/n l/— “
his body relaxed and fell into happiness when his eyes slowly dropped and noticed your lips on his.
‘ how long have they been there’
Eyebrows coming together before his hands ghosted around your waist his mind telling him not to smile so he didn’t break the kiss but at the same time telling him to kiss back so he also didn’t break the kiss and trust he never wanted to break the kiss
and oh god he forget that he was suppose to close his eyes he’d dreamed about this for so long so why— why did it feel so different now that it was happening is it because your real is it because that assholes knocking on the door outside waiting to get in.
Is it because he can say that this situation perfectly describes how mattsukawas trying so desperately to get inside your heart but he’s already there stealing the job from an asshole like him yeah that’s it
“ you dick stop smiling “ you pulled back and spoke against his lips
“ I—- I can’t help it your just so “
“ you should’ve told me sooner “
“ I didn’t think you would accep— “
“ no you asshole “ you punched him in his chest causing him to grab hold of it “ that you were the reason why my rose was two different colors in 3rd grade “ you laughed to yourself “ the crayon you gave me was cool yeah but it was orange not red —you gave me the wrong crayon back asshat”
“ I-i’m sorry we can make another one “
your heart warmed “yeah — let’s make that our second date ok “
“ h- huh when was our first “
you scoffed “ as long as you’ve liked me I thought you would’ve remembered every little thing we’ve done together “
his face crinkled into confusion “ i’m sorry I “
“ in middle school we were science lab partners “ you smiled softly “ we dissected a frog together remember“
“ you— you remember “ he laughed “ and how you were cutting it open while I was screaming my head off like a chick “
“ how could I forget “
“ so you knew me this whole time “
“ mm I know the sweet guy that’s standing in front of me right now pouring his heart out to me yeah “ you paused to look up at him “ if your asking if I know the asshole who curses every other word and is just a straight prick to people as a facade then no I will continue to forget him “
he brought his face close to yours his breath tickling your lips “ may I “
“ you ma—- “ his lips locked on yours again causing you to gasp and finally tune out the knocking swirling around your house “ you gonna get that “ he looked to the side “ if you want him to come in he ca- “
“ no I wanna be with you “
he smirked to himself “ then tell the asshole your busy “ he picked you up bridal style your voice loud causing the knocking to stop so the person could listen “ hey douchebag i’m with “ your eyes came to rest on kentaros “ i’m with my boyfriend “
you smiled as he moved to speak “ yeah and he says the only dick allowed in here is his own so give us some alone time yeah so they can fall in love again “ his eyes locking with yours meaning everything he said “ the right way this time “
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(skate rat) matsukawa issei x fem!reader | w.c: 4.6k
a/n: this fic was never gonna see the light of day, mainly bc it was just a little too wholesome for the likes of undermattsun but here we are on underkita so <3 the fic lives! aint that something else? and yeah is the title from a 1D song? maybe…
big fat thank n a smooch to @blahkugo + @pomsuki for givin this a read <3 appreciate y’all mucho♡♡♡
18+ university age | pls read all warnings
warnings: bad language, feelings, fingering (w condoms), icki miki tries and fails to write soft sex, toxic behavior (aka mattsun is toxic skater to everyone but reader), injuries (mattsun got what he deserved for being toxic lmao), psa: don’t open a condom w ur teeth ok? it’s sexy in theory but riskis breaking the condom in practice..ok good talk
Truthfully, you didn’t find the current situation favorable, not with the ridiculous reputation tacked onto the man splayed out on your bed and your disdain for anything that reeked of drama. If your roommate came knocking, she would surely spread the news of Matsukawa Issei slumming it in your bed cuddling up to you like a damn dog.
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black petunia, part one
kiyoomi sakusa only hired you as an innocent face to cover for his clan's less-than-innocent dealings. but it's that innocence he falls in love with—and it's that innocence he'll protect, at any cost, when someone tries to take you from him.
pairing: black jackals mob boss kiyoomi sakusa x afab!reader, nsfw pwp, 8.6k (part one of two)
warnings: minor character death, yandere-lite character, quasi-public oral sex (f!receiving), graphic depictions of violence
notes: written for Mayfia collab by The Church of Meian! masterpost can be found here! please heed the warnings. it isn't dark content, but as it deals with the mafia, there are instances of violence and yandere-type behavior
banner by the amazing @vanille--kiss i can't thank you enough ;;;
special thanks to: @vivianvampyric, @karasunomygod, and @vanille--kiss for betaing this monster for me!! it really wouldn't have been possible without all their help and i am forever grateful. not just them, but multiple people from the church who gave me input and great ideas for the plot and awkward areas. tysm!!!
The little flower shop sits in a back alley, between an old printing shop that’s never open and a convenience store that’s run by an old couple. A mix of flowers and plants in a myriad of colors sit in white pots on top of wooden tables covered by white cloth. Potted plants hang in front of the windows that make up the entire front of the shop.
It’s a completely normal-looking flower shop, which is the way he planned it.
A few times a week, a white van painted with the name Itachiyama’s Flowers will come and go, filled to the brim with potted flowers for events and celebrations. At those events and celebrations, the customers will proudly show off the beautiful arrangements before they dump the flowers into the garbage, pulling out the little baggie of drugs hidden in the dirt. They’ll leave a five-star review for the business online and call again a few days later, saying the flowers were so beautiful that they need another arrangement as soon as possible.
It’s like clockwork.
He's done the same thing every day over the last few years since he became head of the Black Jackals: wake up to reports from his underlings, send his men to check shipments from the coast, and have the others keep an eye on the neighboring Raijin and Adlers clans in case of any activity. At the same time, he also meets with politicians and high-ranking officials, using his influence as a “hotel entrepreneur” to keep pockets fed and eyes away from his other properties. It’s a routine that he doesn’t stray from.
Until you started working at Itachiyama’s Flowers, anyway.
Sakusa doesn’t know how you found his shop, but after a run-in with local police that left tensions high, he decided he needed a face to the shop—someone who was legit and didn’t know who their boss really was. After a few duds, you walked into the store, smile bright and naive. Granddaughter of a famous ikebana legend, you learned flower arranging from an early age and had graduated with a degree in horticulture.
Someone nice. Someone innocent. Someone who still had the light in their eyes and happiness in their smile.
You were perfect.
Today you stand behind the counter, fussing over a vase filled with branches of black flowers and two branches of white flowers. He doesn’t even need to be here. The delivery for a wedding went out a few hours ago, overseen by Miya Atsumu and manned by Hinata Shouyou. There’s nothing for him to check up on since there hasn’t been any issues—and yet. He takes a deep breath, adjusts his mask and his leather gloves out of habit, then pushes the door open.
When the bell to the shop rings, you look up to greet him, face lighting up when you see it’s him.
“Sakusa-san!” You wipe your hands on your apron and bow to him in greeting. “Welcome. I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“Was making sure the delivery went okay,” he lies. The real reason he’s here is to see the way your eyes crinkle with joy as you start fussing about your work.
“Everything went great! Atsumu-san helped me load the van earlier before he and Hinata-san left. They should be there already.”
He knows all that, thanks to updates from Hinata, but he lets you babble anyway, annoyance simmering in his gut. Atsumu-san? You’re on a first name basis with Miya? Maybe he’ll need to have a talk with the blond underboss.
“Hm,” he answers with a noise in this throat, gesturing to your plants with a lift of his chin. “What are you working on?”
“Oh!” You bring a hand to your mouth and Sakusa doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flush as you begin to play with the black petals. “This is… um, well, I made it for you.”
He pauses. For him? In between the intimidations, the meetings, and the drug deliveries, the only things people give him are headaches. No one has ever given him a gift that doesn’t have strings attached, usually in the form of cash bribes or requests to make their problems disappear.
In the heavy silence, you begin stuttering.
“W-we had these left over, but I couldn’t find a place to put them, so… um. The black petunia can mean gloom or death, but others say it means strength.” You spray the petals as you talk, avoiding his eyes as you ramble, “And the Shasta daisy is Freya’s flower. From Norse mythology, do you know her? It can mean innocence or purity, but also new beginnings. They both grow well together.”
“Why are there only two?”
You finally look up at him and point to the spot above your eyebrow. “For your beauty marks.”
Sakusa stares at you, an itch in his hands that makes him adjust his mask. You don’t know it, but you’ve picked the perfect flowers to represent the both of you. Death and gloom, purity and innocence. Two sides of the spectrum: like yin and yang or sunshine after a rainstorm. If he stares at the potted plant for too long, he can feel his heart jump a bit faster than normal so instead he clears his throat, gesturing toward the back of the shop.
“You can keep it in my office.”
“Oh no, the black petunia needs at least six hours of sunlight a day,” you smile, picking up the vase. “So I’m going to put it outside where everyone can see it. If that’s okay?”
Why wouldn’t it be, idiot? He wants to say, but bites his tongue. You don’t deserve the same snappy replies he gives his underlings. You deserve something more romantic, or more caring, or maybe more—
“Yeah.”
—smooth.
He watches you carefully as you pass by him with the potted plant, hanging it right near the door and wiping your hands together after you’re finished. You give a loud Good afternoon, grandmother!, excitedly chatting with an old lady who Sakusa knows is a regular. She’ll order pink daisies to be delivered to her residence by tomorrow morning, and when she receives them, she’ll fish out the little bag of marijuana and roll a joint to smoke with her breakfast.
Meanwhile, you’re none-the-wiser, talking about whatever with a blinding smile on your face.
How is he supposed to be the one to shatter your reality?
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Meetings with the Adlers and Raijin leaders are a necessity, but that doesn’t mean Sakusa enjoys them. Ushijima Wakatoshi is as uncharismatic as they come, but that doesn’t stop his underlings from giving him the utmost respect thanks to his strength and smarts. It’s those smarts that set up monthly meetings with both him and Suna to “keep the peace”, but the Raijin mafia leader looks annoyed as he taps away at his phone.
“A shipment will be going through your district later this week,” Ushijima says to him before muttering something to his underboss. Hoshiumi Kourai nods back, his eyes still focused on Sakusa even as Ushijima talks. There’s something off about the man—his emotions never seem to meet his eyes, even when he’s grinning like he is now.
“It will be marked as a phone company and stop near your flower shop in Roppongi before moving on. I hope you understand.”
Shipments to the Adlers mean guns and other weapons—but at least he’s not like the Raijin clan that deals with human trafficking, something Sakusa will never dabble in himself. Too messy.
“Of course, Hoshiumi-san,” Sakusa answers to be polite, but he’s starting to feel just as annoyed as Suna. This could have been communicated in a text or a letter.
“Sakusa, can we get another shipment?” The Raijin leader asks, barely looking up from his phone to acknowledge him. “I got a few birdies coming that need a hit.”
“Order red peonies and you’ll have it by tomorrow evening,” Sakusa answers, nodding to Miya at his side before he stands. “If that’s all.”
“We will see each other in a few weeks,” Ushijima bows his head politely, but Sakusa’s eyes aren’t on the Adlers’ leader. They’re on the way Hoshiumi smiles at him like he knows something Sakusa doesn’t, and it makes him grimace under his mask as he exits the meeting room.
He listens to the radio on the way back to his estate, Miya too busy texting on his phone for conversation, but he barely registers any of the information blaring from the speakers. There’s a strange nagging in the back of his head, and it makes him adjust his gloves as he thinks of what it could be.
Miya gets dropped off first after Sakusa reminds him of tomorrow’s “banquet delivery,” and the nagging feeling grows even stronger once he remembers Hoshiumi’s words. It’s no secret that Itachiyama’s Flowers is a large operating base—not the only one, but one of the few that is the backbone of the Black Jackals clan.
Is it a coincidence that the drop point for Ushijima’s contraband is by his flower shop? Is it a mockery of the boundaries Sakusa has worked hard to maintain after their former leader’s death? Is it a show of power that the Adlers think they can walk right into other areas to do their business, as if they own the entirety of Tokyo and not just some wards?
After years at his position, Sakusa knows that there’s no such thing as coincidences to the mob.
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You’re as pretty as ever as you bounce around the packed flower shop, making sure all the children have their perfect flowers for Children’s Day. It’s Golden Week, so you’re swamped with orders for both events and personal arrangements, but despite that, you’re all smiles as you ring people up, package their flowers carefully in the wrapping paper, and help Hinata load the van when you finally have free time.
He’s been watching the shop for the last couple days making sure no one has been bugging you because that nagging feeling from the meeting hasn’t gone away. Ushijima’s shipment is due to happen soon and he’s been on edge the entire first half of the week—made worse by the fact that he can’t even watch over you from inside the shop because his chest gets tight every time someone else walks inside.
Miya calls a few minutes later, and he’s too distracted with the information on the latest shipment to realize you’ve walked up next to him, patiently waiting with a bottled drink in your hands. He mutters at his underboss to bring it as soon as possible before he stuffs the phone in his long jacket’s pocket and turns to you.
“You can come inside, you know,” you tease as you hand over the drink, tilting your head. “It’s your shop, after all.”
“Too busy,” he shrugs, hesitating for a brief moment before he takes the drink.
“Well, you booked a lot of deliveries this week, Sakusa-san,” you remind him with a smile.
Of course he did. A long weekend means bored housewives and snappy businessmen looking for their fix. It means friend gatherings where they pass around more than the booze. It also means lax security because the police are too busy dealing with travelers and festivals all over Tokyo.
“Hm.”
Your eyes are on him as he lowers his mask and takes a sip of the tea, and they stay on him even after he closes the bottle.
“What?”
“I’ve never seen you without your mask on. You’re very handsome.”
Your blunt response makes him lean back. Handsome? He hasn’t heard that word in years, not since his parents passed away and left him in the care of his cousin’s family, which led to his induction into the crime family. He’s been called a lot of things since his birth—deadly, cold, sharp with both blade and tongue—but not handsome. And coming from you? It makes his heart go absolutely wild, and he hides his hot face by pulling his mask back up and humming.
“Don’t you have work you should be doing?”
“Oh, I suppose,” you answer, but you linger by his side for a little more, rocking on your feet. “Would you like to come inside with me?”
Now that the shop is mostly cleared out and easily manned by Hinata, he certainly wants to. It’s easier to watch you work from your side than through windows covered in your colorful arrangements. But his phone buzzes in his pocket and Miya’s name flashes on his screen again, and he can’t contain his annoyed huff.
“Can’t. Maybe tomorrow,” he concedes, pretending like he won’t be here as soon as he can. He doesn't have to come—in fact, he probably shouldn’t because he’ll be busy sorting out the shipments Miya brings with him after all—but he wants to, if only so he can see the happy smile you’re giving him right now.
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If he didn’t want to start a mob war with the Raijin faction, he would have stabbed Washio Tatsuki right through the eye a long time ago. Sakusa sits in a chair in the corner of the room, watching as Washio’s cock disappears inside some girl’s cunt, her high-pitched moans too fake to even enjoy. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest as he waits—and waits and waits because they don’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. Cocaine has that effect on the libido after all.
After hours—yes, hours, Washio is finally done, and he rubs his nose with his thumb a few times as he saunters over without even putting his underwear back on. The woman mewls at him to come back, but Washio snaps at her to shut the fuck up and she falls silent.
“Product’s good,” Washio compliments, holding out his hand. Sakusa would rather die than shake it, even with his gloves on, so it goes untouched.
“I could have told you that hours ago,” Sakusa deadpans, lips set in a thin line underneath his mask. Dealing with Suna is easy. It’s the underboss that always asks to “test drive the merchandise” before buying which pisses him off.
When he leaves the compound a bit later, it’s with a wad of cash and a deep-seated anger brewing in his stomach. He’s late—and Bokuto has messaged him a few times, saying that Ushijima’s fake phone company van is on the move today, which means more problems for him. His driver takes him straight to Roppongi so he can oversee the stupid van himself, and he sits in the car, watching, waiting.
It’s an hour later when Ushijima’s contraband drives off, and he has the driver take him to the flower shop, so he can finally, finally see you. He doesn’t know why there’s a need clawing deep into his gut but he has a pressing want to be near you. Maybe because you’re the only normal thing in his life, or maybe because your innocence in the face of the mafia is something he wants to keep for himself. Either way, there’s a lightness in his chest when he pulls open the door and sees you smiling behind the counter.
Only you aren’t alone.
Hoshiumi Kourai sits in a chair in front of you, leaning against the counter with an elbow. His eyebrows quirk up as soon as he turns and sees Sakusa standing there, and Sakusa’s fingers run across the blade hidden in the hem of his jacket sleeve when he fixes his gloves. You perk up as soon as he walks in, letting go of the branch of flowers you had been arranging.
“Welcome back!”
He ignores your greeting, cold eyes trained on Hoshiumi’s grinning face. First Washio, now this idiot. Today is really testing his patience.
“Your car already left, Hoshiumi-san.”
“I know,” Hoshiumi says airily. “You never told me you had such a pretty co-worker, Sakusa-san.”
“Oh, you two know each other?” You ask curiously, eyes bouncing between the two of them.
“Wish we didn’t,” Sakusa immediately responds, gesturing out the door. “If you’re not going to purchase anything, leave.”
“So cruel! I’ll tell Ushi you said hi. See you around, doll.”
Hoshiumi leaves with a wink to you, and it’s a miracle that Sakusa doesn’t stab the man as he leaves because you’re blushing. Whether it’s from his nickname or his wink, Sakusa doesn’t know, but Hoshiumi Kourai made you blush before him. That only sours his mood even further, and he has half a mind to either smoke a bowl as soon as he gets back to his estate or throw knives at Hoshiumi’s picture, whichever comes first.
“Is everything alright?”
“Don’t be alone with him.”
The icy tone in which he addresses you makes you shiver, fingers nervously moving together in front of your chest. “Sakusa-san?”
“Just do as I say,” he demands before he remembers you don’t know him as head of the Black Jackals. You know him as the boss of a simple flower shop, one you dedicate your love and time to, one you always greet him at with a warm smile. So he adds something he hasn’t in a long while: “Please.”
“Um, alright,” you nod obediently, like one of his underlings instead of his workers, and Sakusa immediately feels bad. Why does he feel bad?
He stares at you for a second more, your eyes locked together in a piercing battle, before he turns and stalks out of the store, phone heavy in his pocket. A quick call to Miya and he’ll make sure Hoshiumi can’t get you alone again.
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While the drug business is lucrative, one slip of the tongue can spell disaster for the whole enterprise. When businessmen, high on their drug of choice, decide to yap their lips to their friends, coworkers, or prostitutes they hire behind their wives’ backs, it spells trouble for the Black Jackals.
That’s why Sakusa stands in the living room of some middle-aged man’s apartment, arms crossed over his chest as Bokuto holds his head up with a smile. The white sheet under the man’s knees crinkles when he tries to pull away, but Bokuto has a strong grip on his chin, forcing his gaze on Sakusa.
“Did you think I wouldn’t hear you talking about us?” Sakusa asks slowly, unbuttoning his long black coat so he can grab the knife that’s attached to his belt loops.
“I-I wasn’t thinking, I was—” the man sniffs, wild and bloodshot eyes looking back and forth from Sakusa to the front door. Does he think he has an escape route?
“High, I bet,” Bokuto laughs, hands on the man’s chin tightening. “Just like right now, hey?”
“Maybe you should have been thinking before you ran your mouth,” Sakusa spits. His footsteps echo in the man’s large living room and he ignores the man’s sputtering as he hands Bokuto his knife. “Keep it clean.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
Sakusa steps away to call for the cleaners, eyes watching as Bokuto covers the man’s mouth and slices his jugular. Blood splatters on the walls, floor, and Bokuto’s face as he sets the man down on the tarp. He scrambles to cover his neck but it’s no use. Within seconds, the man is no longer moving, his eyes wide and staring at nothing, blood pooling around him and seeping into his hair and clothes.
“I said keep it clean, Bokuto.”
“Sorry, Boss,” the man laughs and grabs a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping away the blood from his cheek.
Bokuto wraps the man in the tarp, making sure the blood doesn’t seep onto the floor before the doorbell rings. The cleaners he employs are nothing less than professional, and within an hour, they make it look as if they were never there in the first place. The body and blood are gone, and evidence is planted in order for the investigation to be away from the Black Jackals. When the police show up to investigate, they’ll find the cameras were undergoing maintenance and lose leads quickly, writing it off as a ruined man on the run.
Sakusa stares at his now clean knife as his driver takes him back to his estate. Although gifted with the blade, he loathes actually doing the dirty work himself. It’s messy. It stains. It requires up close and personal contact with the victims. It’s much easier to order others around and watch from the sidelines as they do his bidding, making sure everything is in order.
He sheathes it back on his belt before he exits the car, stepping back into the estate to bows and greetings of Welcome home, Sakusa-dono. An attendant takes his jacket; another takes his gloves and mask. There’s a warm meal waiting for him after his bath, and his staff bows before leaving him alone in the dining room. They’ve been with him since he was a child—before his cousin died and left him as the head of the Black Jackals—so they know him well enough to leave him alone when his mood is like this.
It doesn’t seem like Miya does however, because his underboss calls and babbles about this-and-that before he finally gets to the point.
“Hoshiumi came again, Boss.”
Sakusa holds the fork in his hand a little bit tighter, staring at the phone next to his plate on the table. He keeps his voice as even as possible when he responds, “And?”
“And I scared him away, that’s what. But I dunno, the guy’s a bit off his rocker, don’tcha think? I doubt he’ll stay away.”
“Is she okay?”
“Ya, she’s fine. I didn’t let him near her, though I’m not sure why ya care so much.”
Why does he care so much? You’re just an ordinary flower shop worker—someone without skills like the rest of his underlings, who could probably be replaced as easily as his furniture. If you find out the truth about the business, he’ll most likely have to finish you and send you off to an oil refractory in the country, just like he did with the businessman from earlier. Loose ends mean cracks in the foundation and he can’t afford to have those, lest the whole enterprise come crumbling down.
Then Sakusa thinks of your smile. Of the way your eyes light up when you see him. The way you lingered at his side, inviting him inside so you could be together longer. Of the cute blush on your face when you presented the flowers you arranged for him.
And he understands the reason quite clearly.
“Hm,” is all he says before he ends the call.
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When Sakusa makes it to the flower shop after an early morning meeting with the head of the rival hotel chain, the white van sits outside, filled to the brim with deliveries for events around town. Neither you nor Atsumu are outside, but the plant you arranged for him is, the petals of the flowers lightly swaying in the breeze and catching his eye. They look healthy, nurtured, loved. He doesn’t care to think about what that could mean before he pushes open the door to greet you.
You stand behind the counter, arranging a vase of of camellias, but what makes him pause in his step is fucking Miya Atsumu. The underboss stands behind you, his chin practically on your shoulder as he watches you work, hand next to you caging you to the counter. He says something that makes you laugh, and Sakusa can feel the heat rise to his neck, his eyes slits as he glares at his underboss. He has to clench his gloved hands together to keep from grabbing one of his knives, the leather around his knuckles tight and threatening to rip open.
“Sakusa-san!” You call, but even your smile can’t fend off the anger that’s brewing deep inside his stomach.
Miya must feel it too, because he backs off immediately, the smile on his face unnatural and not meeting his eyes. “Hi, Boss. Whatcha doin’ here?”
“Checking on the delivery,” he answers calmly. Evenly. Low enough to make Miya straighten his back. “Is it not ready yet?”
“This is the last of it!” You chirp and turn to give the vase to Miya with a smile, and he takes it reluctantly. “Thank you for the help, Atsumu-san.”
“Any time,” he replies, but his eyes don’t meet Sakusa’s as he walks back out to the van still parked and waiting outside.
Sakusa excuses himself for a moment and follows his underboss, quietly watching him set the flower pot down before turning back. There’s a weariness in his expression now, but even that small bit of apology written on his face doesn’t calm Sakusa down. He hasn’t been this angry since Inunaki messed up a cargo delivery and lost a few teeth as a result.
“I asked you to look after her.”
“I am, Boss.”
“Does looking after her include flirting or touching her without my permission?”
Miya shakes his head as his answer but adds, “I thought showin’ Hoshiumi that she’s accounted for would help.”
“I don’t see Hoshiumi around today, Miya.”
The silence is thick as they stare at each other, and Sakusa glances to his left. You have your back turned to him, fiddling with a few plants next to the counter, and he uses the opportunity to send the back of his hand straight across Miya’s face. The ringing of the slap echoes in the back of the van, but Miya straightens up immediately, even though his cheek has already bloomed pink and Sakusa sees dark red blood in between his lips.
“Follow my orders and don’t do anything extra.”
“Yes, Boss,” Miya immediately answers, but there’s a glint in his eye and he looks as if he’s fighting to keep a smile from his face. Strange for a man who just got slapped so hard his cheek will most likely be swollen. “I understand.”
Off Miya goes with the deliveries for the day, and Sakusa is left alone with you in the shop, watching over you as you chat about yourself while you work. You tell him about your friends from university, the drinks you had with them last weekend, their relationship woes and constant complaining about love and unnecessary shit like that.
“What about you?” You ask him and make him blink.
“Me?”
“Do you have a partner?”
“No.”
“Oh,” you laugh airily, misting your flowers with the spray bottle as you hum. “That’s surprising. I thought someone like you might have a girlfriend. I guess we can both lament about being single.”
Sakusa tries not to let his excitement at the fact that you’re single invade his tone when he replies, “I guess.”
You’re about to say something else when a call of, “Excuse me?” from outside the store catches your attention. You apologize with a small bow of your head before you hurry outside, greeting the young woman and helping her with her small order. Sakusa waits inside, watching as she hands you cash and walks off to the left—but then you turn as if you heard something and wave to the right. He tries to lean out the window to see who called you, but you come in a second later, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Who was it?”
“Oh, nobody!” But the smile doesn’t reach your eyes and you look nervous, fidgeting your fingers in front of you.
“Don’t lie to me,” he commands, and you straighten up at once, your eyes snapping to meet his. He can practically see the thoughts running through your head, see the worry etched onto your face when you gulp, and he lowers his voice to be more gentle when he says, “Tell me.”
“It… it was Hoshiumi-san.”
That fucking bastard.
“I-I know you told me not to be alone with him, but I ran into him at the market the other day—”
“What?”
His tense question makes you flinch back and put a hand over your mouth. “I-I’m sorry, he suddenly showed up and—”
“It’s fine.”
There’s an eerie sense of calm that washes over him as he stands there, looking down at you. He doesn’t feel angry or upset or nervous—he feels determined to make sure the Adlers know that they’re breaching dangerous ground by coming into his territory and moving in on what’s his.
“Sakusa-san…”
“It’s fine,” he repeats and, without thinking, reaches out to touch your chin with his hand. You tilt your head up to look at him, your hand lifting to lightly touch his gloved fingers, and a streak of possessiveness strikes Sakusa so hard that it makes his lungs tight. You’re his girl, and it’s time Hoshiumi knew that. “He won’t bother you again.”
Then he’s out the door, pulling his phone out of his pocket so quickly that he nearly drops it.
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The hotel restaurant is quiet, save for the scrape of utensils against the plate as Ushijima cuts his steak. They sit in one of Sakusa’s hotels in Shinjuku, away from prying eyes so that he can say his piece. He patiently waits for the Adlers’ boss to finish his meal, dab his lips with his napkin, and set it aside.
“It must be a pressing matter if you asked to meet without our underbosses present,” Ushijima muses, eyes flicking back to his bodyguard stationed at the table over. Kageyama sits with Hinata, looking like a regular couple eating a meal, even if it’s the furthest thing from the truth.
“Your underboss is the matter I wish to discuss.”
“Hoshiumi?”
“I trust your business in my territory has finished?” At Ushijima’s confirmation nod, Sakusa presses, “Then why is Hoshiumi-san still hanging around my flower shop?”
In a rare show of emotion, Ushijima’s eyebrow lifts in confusion before it settles back into his usual stoic mask.
“I can assure you that I did not order him to do so.”
“Ordered or not, you need to tell him to back off.”
“Back off?” Ushijima takes a sip of his red wine as he contemplates Sakusa’s choice of words. “Is this about our territory’s boundaries?”
“This is about what belongs to me,” Sakusa answers before he moves.
The steak knife in his hand slices in Ushijima’s direction, but the Adlers’ leader dodges backwards with surprising finesse for such a large man. It’s what Sakusa was expecting however, so it’s laughably easy to stick the knife through the gap in his fingers as he clings to the table.
He pays no mind to the two men now standing next to their table, even as Kageyama’s eyes burn holes through his head. Hinata has his knife to Kageyama’s throat anyway, that familiar dorky smile on his face. Sakusa stares at Ushijima as he lets go of the knife’s handle, fixing his mask and gloves before speaking.
“This is a warning. I won’t be so kind as to miss next time, whether it’s you, your underboss, or your lover. Oikawa Tooru, the singer from your jazz club in Harajuku?”
The two men stare at each other for a long moment before Ushijima waves at Kageyama to stand down. He pulls the knife from between his fingers, calmly setting it on the table in front of him with a nod.
“Unusual. You’re being awfully hot-headed, Sakusa. I hope she’s worth it,” Ushijima hums as he stands then bows his head. “Consider your warning taken. Thank you for the meal.”
Sakusa doesn’t sit down until long after Ushijima is gone, staring at the knife on the table. He gave his warning, said what he had to—but he doesn’t feel any better. He can see your face clearly in his mind, but instead of your smiling face, it’s the way you looked at him at Itachiyama’s Flowers: worrying your lip, eyes soft as you looked at him, your fingers warm even through his cold gloves.
Yes, he decides immediately. You’re worth it.
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Another day, another cleaning. This one is much easier, thanks to the potassium used to induce a heart attack. He leaves before the job is done, trusting Inunaki to oversee the rest of the cleanup. He’s been going everyday for the past four days to the flower shop to make sure Ushijima has kept his word, and so far he has. But while he trusts the Adlers’ leader enough to at least not start a clan war, he doesn’t trust Hoshiumi to listen.
On the way over, he watches the passing buildings of Tokyo silently, and when he arrives at the flower shop, he stares through the window for an extra minute before he steps out of the car. He can see you inside, bustling around to water the plants without a care in the world. You aren’t like them—you weren’t born into the mafia; you weren’t recruited into their ranks; you didn’t come pledging your loyalty for money, fame, or whatever else. Even if it’s selfish, he wants to preserve your innocence because he’s the one that chose you, not the other way around.
“Welcome!” You greet him with a smile. Today you have your hair tied up with a pretty hair clip, decorated with a cherry blossom petal like the ones in Ueno Park, that’s part of Adlers’—
No, he won’t think about it. He hasn’t been getting enough sleep the last few days, busy with loudmouthed businessmen and delayed shipments from the coast, and now he’s overthinking.
“Where did you get that?” He asks as he steps behind the counter to join you, entering his office to grab some files.
“Oh, it was in a package at the door this morning! Was it not from you?”
Your response makes him freeze, fingers hovering over the Manila folders in the metal filing cabinet.
“What?”
“It was addressed to me and it said, for a hard-working girl. You deserve it, doll.”
Doll. That’s what Hoshiumi called you on his way out the first time you met. Hot anger makes his hands shake, but he tells himself to calm down. Take deep breaths and try to clear his mind, like Shuugo taught him to when things get stressful. But even when he closes his eyes and takes a breath, he sees Hoshiumi’s smarmy grin, and his cousin’s words become absolutely useless. All he can feel is that itch in his fingers that tells him to track down Hoshiumi Kourai and send a knife through his skull for daring to go against both his and his own leader’s warnings.
He slams the cabinet shut and stalks out of his office, and he rips the hair piece from your hair before you can even turn around. He hears it clang a few times as it bounces and breaks, but your wide eyes are on him as soon as you turn toward him. He looms over you, backing you up until your hips are tightly pressed against the countertop. Your breathing has picked up, your arms shaking as they grip the edge of the counter.
“...Sakusa-san?”
“It wasn’t from me,” he grumbles, setting his hands next to yours on the counter. He’s effectively trapped you there, your lower body pressed tightly against his as you shift to keep upright. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Who? What are you talking about?” You ask breathlessly, one of your hands moving up to grab onto his suit jacket. Do you know what you’re doing to him? Do you know how just that one simple move has sent his heart into a frenzy, has made his fingers itch to be touching you, pumping within you, making you dizzy with want?
“I’m not going to let him have you,” he whispers, eyes sliding over the way your lips part, and you take a few deep inhales that do nothing to calm down your breathing. One gloved hand runs up your back until it tangles in the back of your hair, and when your fingers tighten on his jacket’s lapel and tug, he snaps.
He barely rips off his mask before his lips devour yours, holding onto the back of your head to keep you close. He swallows the surprised whimper you let out, tilting his head so he can press closer to you. You make him so greedy—he wants to feel every single part of you he can, drinking it all in until there’s nothing left for him to do but fill you up and start all over again. When he pulls back, your eyes slowly open, and he nearly groans when he sees how wide your pupils are, how flushed your expression is from one simple kiss.
Then, so softly he barely hears it, you whisper his name, begging him to come closer with the smallest tilt of your head.
Sakusa kisses you again, hard and passionate, until you part your lips for his wandering tongue and let him inside. He explores everywhere he can, tongue sliding over yours, twirling and flicking until you whine into his mouth. With strong hands on your waist, he lifts you so you’re sitting on the counter, parting your legs so he can slip in between your thighs and press your hips together. He doesn’t care that this is out in the open, that if anyone walked in now, they’d see you at his mercy. All he cares about is the way your fingers fumble to unbutton his suit jacket, your lips insistent against his.
He breaks the kiss only enough to shrug out of the jacket and throw it aside before he’s kissing you again. Your fingers move to his hair, threading through the curly locks until your arms rest on his shoulders. Your fingertips dig into his shoulder blades, bringing him flush against your chest, and when you shift your hips, you both groan at the brush of his hardening cock against your covered core. When’s the last time he was this turned on? When’s the last time he was this excited? He can’t remember. But he doesn’t care to remember, not when your hips roll against his and you moan into his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your lips when you pull back to breathe.
“Sakusa-san,” you whimper, fingers playing with the buttons on his dress shirt. He lets you unbutton them one-by-one, dark eyes watching as you work, and when you’re finished, he tugs it out of his pants, letting the fabric hang by his sides.
When he pulls away to shrug out of his shirt, you untie the apron at your waist and tug it over your head, throwing it uselessly to the floor before pulling him close again. Your lips are hot as they slide against his, tongues tangling so quickly that it makes him light-headed. Your fingers trail fire down his arms as you explore every inch of his exposed skin, dancing around the edges of his undershirt before pushing into the back to touch his bare flesh. Every single part of him that is usually repulsed by contact is now begging for you to touch him, for you to run your fingers over his skin and whisper against his lips that you want—no, need more.
Sakusa is a patient man, but not right now. The pressing need to feel your skin beneath his fingers overwhelms him, and he presses wet kisses down the side of your throat, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before biting down hard. It draws a sharp gasp from you that has you pushing your hips closer to his, trying to get friction against his half-hard cock. He pushes your shirt to the side so he can bite along your shoulder, leaving little patches of red marks. That way, if that bastard Hoshiumi decides to come back one more time, he’ll know you belong to him and no one else.
“Ah, please,” you sigh, and you sound so beautiful doing it that he can’t contain his low groan.
His fingers fumble with the button of your pants and you coo when he drags your zipper down, sucking and licking your shoulder enough to make a mess of your flesh. When you drop your head back for him, he leans back, teeth tugging at his gloved fingers until he pulls it off, the glove sitting between his teeth. He keeps his eyes on your flushed face as he drops it to the floor, and he’s on you again without giving you another chance to breathe.
He needs to touch you. If he’s honest, he’s been needing to touch you for a long while now, and with the way you kiss him back, fingers fumbling to pull his undershirt out of his slacks, he knows you feel the same way. His fingers push into your underwear and you moan into his mouth as soon as his fingers drag over your folds.
When he parts you and swipes his middle finger up, he feels how wet you are and it goes straight to his cock. Fuck, you want him just as badly as he wants you, evidenced by the way your fingers push into his undershirt and run all over his skin. Your head falls back with a whine once he runs a slick fingertip over your clit, and you whine again when he slides his middle finger into your cunt, easily pushing to the hilt.
Your shaky fingers cling to his sides, pulling him even closer, and he chokes out a breath when your knee rubs against his covered erection. It makes him pump his finger faster, wanting to hear more. He wants to hear your breathy moans of his name; he wants to see you shaking underneath him as he makes you cum; he wants you to open your eyes in your post-haze and see that he was the one that made you a wet and shaking mess.
Sakusa nips a red trail down the column of your throat, heavy breaths fanning across your skin as he pumps his finger faster, thumb sliding over your clit enough to make you moan. He grinds into your knee, needing some kind of friction to help the aching in his hard cock. Your fingers digging in his sides aren’t enough—he wants your hands, your mouth, your cunt—whatever you’ll give him to make him cum with a sigh of your name.
Your fingers leave his side to trail to his waistband, fumbling with the button on his pants as he pushes a second finger into you. You’re so wet for him, so easily accepting of his fingers as he thrusts them into you, curling and making you mewl. You give hasty tugs to his pants and boxers, but a shrill sound from his suit pocket makes you both jump. That’s Miya’s ringtone, and he has half a mind to ignore it, because the way you bite your lip and grind into his hand, even as the phone continues to ring, makes him want to bend you over this counter and fuck you for everyone to see.
Rationality wins out, and he reluctantly pulls his fingers from you so he can fish in his pocket with his clean hand.
“What the fuck do you want?” He grinds out as soon as he answers the call.
“We gotta problem, Boss,” Miya answers as if Sakusa hadn’t just admonished him. “Some guy named Heiwajima is in the lobby of the Roppongi hotel, demandin’ to see ya or else he won’t leave.”
“You’re calling for that reason? Just deal with it.”
“He’s got a legit police badge.”
Fuck. Now, of all times? He takes a deep breath to calm himself and to will his cock to stop throbbing as he glances back at you.
His jaw sets as he answers, “Send the driver.”
As he helps you fix your clothes, fitting and tying your apron back around your waist, you chew on your lip, nervous eyes everywhere but him. He gives you a lingering kiss and a whispered apology before he’s shoving his mask and gloves back on, stalking to the car waiting outside for him.
Despite the headaches involved with killings, run-ins with police, and dealing with his idiot underlings, nothing has made Sakusa regret being a mob boss more than this very moment.
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Sakusa meets Heiwajima Toshirou in his office at the hotel and he immediately knows something is off. The man’s police badge is legitimate, but his mannerisms and speech aren’t. He wears a very crisp suit that a police officer certainly wouldn’t wear, and the rings on his fingers indicate he has some type of money a rookie police officer wouldn’t have.
A rock sinks in Sakusa’s stomach and keeps him rooted to his plush chair.
“I was assigned to the area just this morning,” Heiwajima explains, sitting across from him in his own chair, one leg crossed over the other. His leather shoes look like they could be Berluti—even Sakusa doesn’t have a pair of those because they’re too expensive for daily wear. Does he think he’s fooling anyone?
“Is that why you aren’t in your uniform?” Sakusa asks, motioning with his fingers to Inunaki to bring the cigar box in his hands over. He offers one to Heiwajima, which he accepts without even a thank you, and Inunaki cuts and lights the cigar before stepping back.
“I’m off-duty. Just wanted to introduce myself,” he says after a puff of the cigar.
“Hm.”
Sakusa waits for Heiwajima to say something, but he doesn’t. He only keeps puffing at his cigar, his goatee bobbing as he blows the smoke right at Sakusa’s face. He doesn’t let it affect him—visibly at least—crossing his arms over his chest with a lifted eyebrow.
“If there’s nothing else, Officer Heiwajima.”
“Actually, there is,” Heiwajima smiles as he dabs out his cigar on Sakusa’s dark oak desk. “Wondering if there’s any other businesses we should know about?”
“My holdings are all public record,” Sakusa answers as he leans forward, eyes on the smoking nub sitting in front of his name plate. “So I’m not sure why you’re asking.”
“The police are just curious as to how your little flower shop does such good business. Maybe it’s the cute worker you have up front?”
The rock in his stomach sinks even deeper, exploding into a million pieces that tear at his insides and make him tighten his hands. It’s clear that Heiwajima is with the Adlers clan, but he still needs to figure out who sent him to intimidate him: Ushijima or Hoshiumi.
“You can check my business records and sales if you’d like to come with me to the shop,” he offers, knowing Heiwajima wouldn’t be stupid enough to take him up on the deal seeing as how it’s Sakusa’s territory and he would be at the Black Jackals’ mercy.
But Heiwajima only smiles, running a hand over his goatee. “I think your shop might be a little busy right now. Maybe another time.”
His ears ring as he watches Heiwajima stand up from his chair and give a slight bow of his head. The shop is busy? It was dead when he left there, leaving you on your own—
Realization hits harder than a bullet.
They have you.
Sakusa moves without thinking; the knife from his jacket sleeve is thrown into the back of Heiwajima’s shoulder, making the man hiss with pain when it buries into his flesh. Inunaki is on him in the next moment, wrapping an arm around the man’s neck and dragging him down to the floor. For a small man, Inunaki has a lot of strength, but Heiwajima is much bigger, nearly throwing him off as he rolls for his freedom. It isn’t until Miya opens the door at the noise and grabs the back of Heiwajima’s neck, forcing his head into the floor, that Sakusa stands.
He’s calm and composed as he walks over, pulling his blade from the back of Heiwajima’s shoulder. The man groans and thrashes under Miya’s tight grip, but the Black Jackals’ member is too strong and he falls back to the hardwood uselessly with Miya’s knee in his back. Sakusa hands the blade to Inunaki and moves to close the door, locking it behind him.
“Inunaki, hold his face.”
“Yes, Boss,” he answers, grabbing onto Heiwajima’s chin so tightly that the bigger man’s mouth is forced open. Sakusa takes his time walking back to his desk, leaning against the wood with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Heiwajima-san, what did you expect would happen? That I would let you walk away after you threatened me on my own property?”
The man answers with a wad of spit near Sakusa’s leather shoes. It earns him an elbow in the shoulder from Miya, right where his blade wound is. He grunts in pain but doesn’t elaborate.
“If you don’t want to talk, then I’ll make it so you can’t,” Sakusa calmly explains, even though his insides are raging with white-hot heat that is making his vision blurry on the sides. He needs to finish this quickly so he can get to the flower shop and find you. “Cut his tongue out, Inunaki.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Miya’s hand immediately grabs onto Heiwajima’s short hair, forcing his head back so Inunaki can grab hold of his tongue. Heiwajima tries to bite at Inunaki’s fingers, but a solid punch to the back of the head from Miya makes him stop moving. The first slice into the man’s tongue makes him cry out; another push makes him scream. Blood pours from his mouth as Inunaki saws his way through the appendage, stopping halfway when Sakusa tells him to wait.
“Would you like to talk now, Heiwajima-san?” Sakusa questions, bending down in front of the man so he can see eye-to-eye. “Which one of them was it?”
Heiwajima makes a gurgling sound, blood pooling in his mouth as he tries to say something but can’t form words. When Sakusa leans closer, Heiwajima huffs as hard as he can, and droplets of blood spray everywhere, getting on Sakusa’s mask and jacket. Then Heiwajima laughs, and something in Sakusa snaps—the last thread of patience he had for any of the Adlers, the last rope keeping his sanity tethered to reality.
“Inunaki.”
His underling doesn’t need any more prompting. With an extra hard push of his hand, half of Heiwajima’s tongue falls to the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. The Alders underling screams in pain, trying to pull away from Miya’s tight grip, but Miya pushes him down harder, looking up at Sakusa.
“Whatcha want me to do, Boss?” Miya asks as Sakusa stands up, a curious quirk on his lips.
“I’ll call the cleaners. When you’re finished, order new flooring for this office,” he responds evenly, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the blood from his forehead. His fingers are shaking—how long has it been since his fingers shook like this? He doesn’t have time to dwindle with lowly underlings who don’t know their place in the mafia hierarchy.
He leaves Inunaki and Miya behind as he dials the cleaners. Heiwajima’s choked yell, as Miya wraps an arm around his neck, is the last thing Sakusa hears before he goes.
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Itachiyama’s Flowers is dark when he arrives, looking completely normal from the outside. But when he steps inside, there are potted plants thrown everywhere, smashed vases and glass littering the ground, and Sakusa can see blood on the counter from someone.
He hopes to God that it’s not yours, but his stomach sinks when he calls your name and gets no reply. You’re not here—not that he expected you to be—but the glass under his shoes crunches as he hurries forward to check anyway.
The only thing left in the shop is a black envelope on the counter, and he nearly drops it when he opens it and reads the contents of the note inside.
‘Finders Keepers.’
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bf!kenma ; texts
pairing: kenma kozume x reader
genre: fluff!
lilypad notes: very self indulgent. kind of embarrassing how transparent i am on here
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Title: I Think I Could Fall In Love With You
Details: Sometimes it’s all about the timing.
With: Iwaizumi Hajime, gn!reader, Oikawa Tooru
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: some angst lol bye
A/N: based on this prompt // soundtrack
“And this is my Iwa-chan, back from studying abroad!” Oikawa jabs the dark-haired man standing next to him, the one who’s been studying you the moment you came into view. There’s something on his face that makes you want to avoid his gaze.
Pity?
Sympathy?
Does he know?
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quite frankly, matsukawa really wasn’t sure what brought him to the library. though he occasionally picked up a novel here and there, he never really saw the appeal of spending hours sorting through books in silence. issei much rather preferred roaming the streets with good company, midnight snack runs with his friends, driving through empty streets while singing at the top of his lungs along with whatever was on the radio. he thrived on the bright energy of being free to go wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased. libraries were too stifling, too quiet, too… empty for his tastes.
“do you know where i can find any of these?”
he swiveled to find you staring at him with a tattered list in your hands, hair disheveled and eyes filled with anxious expectance. he’d walked in earlier to look for his course materials at the school’s library and must’ve gotten a little too engrossed in his search to hear you approach.
a restless silence stretched between you and it dawned on him that you might’ve thought he worked at the library, somehow. my clothes aren’t that boring, are they?
you scoffed at him and rolled your eyes, irritation evident in your grimace.
it was his turn to stare voicelessly, brows furrowing with every passing second. heat coursed to his face at your now confused expression, did he actually say that out loud?
“yes, you did, now can you help me or not?”
and thus began his impromptu career as a keeper of the books. somehow, he had managed to point you in the right direction. you rewarded him with a glittering smile, the type that pulled your eyes into crescents with joy. a dimple formed solely on your right cheek, so light he would’ve never noticed if not for your proximity. how cute.
matsukawa filled out a job application far too quickly for his liking, something his pride would never let him admit out loud. the devastating blow to his ego was worth it, every few days, he’d see you wandering the stacks, and wonder what you were doing. were you browsing for some light reading, a tome for a class project? it didn’t matter to him, not really, because you’d always make your way to the counter, his counter, at the end of the day to check out whatever volumes piqued your interest.
you impressed him time and time again with each hefty stack of novels you’d bring to the desk. he’d always offer to help you carry them and you’d always assure him you were fine. days passed and your pile of books thinned and started varying widely in genre and field.
“since when do you like reading about… the mechanics of molecular biophysics and nanotechnology?” the teasing lilt to his voice was only emphasized by the quirk of his brow.
“mechanics and nano… whatever you said is pretty fascinating i’ll have you know.” he scoffed.
“shut up, you never know what i could be interested in!”
“i never said anything,” he grinned as he scanned the rest of your books. after a while, you stopped checking out anything at all, opting to sit yourself down on the desk next to him as he worked.
“so that’s how you keep everything so organized here,” you gestured wildly at the expanse of the main hall. “for a while, i thought you just knew where every book was!”
“quiet,” he hissed. “do you want to get me fired—”
you leaned towards the monitor and matsukawa is acutely aware of the distance between his cheek and yours.
since then, he can’t help but notice you a little more. you smiled often, though they were especially wide when you walked into the library with your favorite drink in hand. his favorite was the one you displayed the first day he met you, half-dimpled and glittering the brightest shade of sun. it floored him and frayed his flustered nerves to no end. he couldn’t help but spare a look at the door, half-expecting to see you waltz in with that obnoxiously gorgeous grin of yours every time you crossed his mind, which was embarrassingly often.
you continuously surprised him with your antics, keeping him on his toes, and today was no exception.
“you know, i’m going on a date today.”
his hands stilled over the pile of unsorted books, halting in time with his heart. he pushed them away and chose to ignore the cheshire grin on your face.
“is this the only book you’ll be getting today?”
“the problem is, he’s a little too busy sorting through dusty books to even get ready. and here i thought i he was going to be excited for our night out.”
his eyes snapped up to meet your triumphant smile as he wordlessly pointed to himself.
“of course it’s you, did you actually think i’d spend months checking out books for classes i don’t need just because i wanted to?”
he lets out a sharp laugh, immediately covering his mouth at the shushing of his coworker. you giggle along silently as he stumbles to gather his things, muttering a hasty goodbye over his shoulder.
he stops outside the library and you join him, frowning at the insecurity swimming in his eyes.
“is it really me?”
you sigh and put his hands in yours, squeezing them gently. this time your smile was a bit different, something fond and warm and unusually bright.
“really, issei, i thought you were smarter than this. it’ll always be you.”
a/n: this was mostly inspired by a dream i had a few days ago! to be in a college romance with issei, what a dream
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besties it’s that time again where i hurt myself with cheating fics 😫😫😫😫
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the broken melody of us
matsukawa x f!reader
word count: 4k
request: mattsun hurt/comfort + neglect?
warnings: hurt/comfort, neglect, body worship, praise kink, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming
it was a song and dance at this point. a well rehearsed play with a blinding spotlight on the exhausted actors onstage. both of you go through the motions, no life behind the words you’ve spoken so many times they held no meaning anymore. you don’t know why you keep up the charade. you never expect a different result yet still you pick up the phone everyday and call your boyfriend.
“you think you’ll be home in time for dinner?”
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reupload because tumblr decided my readmore link on the original shouldn’t work anymore!!!!
Late Night Chat
MattsunxReader
CW: mentions of depression, established relationship, angst/fluff (happy ending)
You know Mattsun’s awake before he even speaks. The way he’s lying- face up, hands neatly folded in his stomach- is so strangely stiff compared to usual, it makes your skin crawl with worry. It’s cold without Issei wrapped around you, without his soft steady breathing, without his nose buried into your hair. You can hear the soft sound of fingernail against skin and, even with sheets and night shrouding him, you can tell he’s picking at his hang nails again. Your eyes dart to check the clock. 3:14. Has he slept at all?
“Can I talk to you about something? It’s important.” the shake in his voice, the unfamiliar tremor that immediately shakes off the cobwebs of sleep, tells you he can’t wait until morning. You turn, admiring how the ambient light peeking through your blinds from the street below catches his profile. His brows are knitted together, lip is caught between his teeth. Maybe it’s a trick of the light, something about the soft orange glow, but he seems older now, almost worn.
This is unfamiliar territory. Mattsun is always so nonchalant with his feelings, so dismissive about any sort of concern. It was rare to see him upset about anything; in fact, you could count the number of times he was anything other than pleasant on one hand. If you noticed a distant look and heavy sigh, Mattsun would consistently dismiss your concerns with a peck and a hollow laugh. The laugh. It made your brain buzz with worry whenever he pulled it out. It was high and tinny, obviously practiced. He was a bad liar, you knew something was weighing him down from the droop of his shoulder, from the scabs on his nail beds, but it seemed wrong to press further. Every time you did, he would retreat further from you, reinforcing his facade, hiding behind a wall impossible to break.
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eHm can you pls write some fluffy iwaizumi mini hcs?
can i ever,,, ugh yes
↬ when the two of you first started dating, iwaizumi didn’t kiss you for a very long time. at first it seemed like he was just hesitant, or being respectful, trying to let you set the pace for intimacy instead. he admitted later to you, though, that he hadn’t had his first kiss yet, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t sure about sharing it with you, it was more that he was so sure that he wanted you to be his first that he couldn’t afford any mess up. he was shy. to his relief, you didn’t rush him at all, and instead found different ways to show your affection to him.
↬ which leads to my point of iwaizumi adoring cheek kisses. for a good couple of months, you still hadn’t shared your first kiss, so you resorted to similar displays of affection, like cheek kisses. he found himself so comfortable with the feel of you reaching up, leaning on his shoulder with both hands as you press a kiss to his cheek. it’s his favorite public display of affection. because of its significance (in relation to your respect towards him, and the fact that you’d gone out of your way to find different ways to show your affection), cheek kisses hold a special place in his heart. nothing makes his heart beat as fast as when you grab his jaw in a fit of happiness and press a long, wet kiss on his cheek. against all odds, it makes him smile a smile unlike any other, and the blush that taints his cheeks and spreads along his nose and to the tips of his ears is a gift on its own.
↬ wait that reminds me!! iwaizumi cannot lie, like whatsoever. if it’s very, very necessary, like to protect his friends or to cover for them or to protect a surprise planned, then maybe. but otherwise, he’s very obvious. now it’s more obvious to people closer to him than others, because if you focus enough, his ears tend to twitch a little when he’s lying, and it’s literally the cutest thing ever. because he’ll have this very serious face on, trying to spew out a lie, and then his ears twitch and he’s done for.
↬ iwaizumi is a really good gift giver, because no one pays attention the way he does. and even if he barely knows anything about the person, he somehow can pick out something they like very well. his gifts tend to be more sentimental, and when it comes to receiving, he’s so bad at — saying thank you? at receiving them? he just gets all red and fidgety and starts saying things like, “you really shouldn’t have,” and, “why would you spend your money on me?” please someone sugar mama/daddy him.
↬ it doesn’t matter if you can drive or not, iwaizumi will never ever let you. he insists on driving, no matter how tired he is. he always plays your favorite music, and he talks to you the whole ride. like he loves to have you leaning close to him on your elbow, chin tucked in your palm, and the two of you are just chatting.
↬ which leads me to this: iwaizumi loves your voice. he can hear you talk for hours, genuinely. maybe it stems from the fact that he prefers to listen, but really, you can find him at any point in time, at any hour of the day, listening to you speak. he loves to come home to you and listen to you tell him about your day as you two eat, or calling you in the middle of the day just to check in on each other, or having you send him voice notes instead of text messages, or videos instead of pictures. he just loves to hear you, in general. it genuinely elicits this really warm feeling in his chest that he can never get enough of.
↬ if you wear makeup often, iwaizumi loves to take it off for you. he spends a lot of time watching you when you’re both doing your nightly routines, so at some point, he just asks if he can do it for you instead. he wants to practice, he says, so that one day you can leave it completely up to him. he finds it so intimate, the vulnerability and trust of it all. he’s seen you without makeup, of course, and he thinks you’re really beautiful with and without it, but there’s nothing purer to his heart than the trust you put in him to let him take your makeup off for you. he’s really gentle at first, because there’s this irrational fear that he’s gonna hurt you somehow. if you wear fake lashes, he literally winces as he takes them off it’s adorable. but after he’s wiped it all off, and grabs a damp towel to wash off the excess and the residue, he just leans over and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose or to your lips and smiles softly.
↬ iwaizumi is a sucker for the little domestic moments the two of you share. it literally might be his favorite thing ever. like the two of you washing the dishes together, you’re cleaning and he’s drying? or doing the laundry together? or cleaning up your messy room together, and each of you grab the ends of the blanket and lift it up to spread it over the mattress neatly? or grocery shopping together, with him trying to ignore the incredibly unhealthy choices you’ve decided to toss into the shopping cart? or him passing by your work as he comes home from his to take the two of you together? or renovating your home together, and you’re covered in paint and dust? or ordering breakfast as you lay in bed because you’re too lazy, and then eating said breakfast still in bed because you’re still lazy? or the way you walk into the bathroom while he showers to wash your face and brush your teeth and the two of you just talk? or the random pictures you send him throughout the day, maybe of a weird cloud or a pretty sunset, with a little smiley face after? or the way his family loves you, so much? the way his mother personally texts you to check in on you, to tell you to come over, to just catch up? because you’re a part of the family now?
in conclusion, hajime wants to marry you.
↬ he loves building things for you. like iwaizumi loves the way you just hand him the instruction manual exasperated, and he just sighs with a grin and sits by you. he’s so good at it too! and he always does it shirtless too. it’s mostly for your viewing pleasure :)
↬ when you two go on vacation, iwaizumi’s always setting rules like “we need to be up by 7 am to enjoy the day” and sets alarms and all, but sleeps through all of them. you end up the only one awake. he’s just on vacation mode <//3
↬ always puts your phone in the charger if you forget before you sleep.
↬ iwaizumi becomes cuddlier after he falls asleep. like he lets you cuddle up to him as you’re both falling asleep, but when you wake up before him, you literally won’t be able to get up, because he’s going to be half on top of you. and if you try to wake him up, he just sticks more to you. it’s so endearing, really it is, because he looks so adorable with his cheek squished to your chest like that, and his mouth slightly parted. not when it’s a battle between you and your bladder though </3
↬ loves wearing your thighs as ear muffs. like iwaizumi adores just having you lay there, and him coming around to lay between your legs, slinging them over his shoulders and locking your ankles. can literally lay there for hours.
↬ if you ask for socks because your feet are cold, he’ll give you his. don’t ask him why he just does.
↬ loves to hug you after a very long day. like he just groups you in his arms and holds you there as you go, “long day?” and he replies, “yeah.” then he asks, “long day?” and you go, “yeah.” and the two of you just stand there for a while, before he kisses the top of your head and leads the two of you to get into comfier clothes.
↬ he prefers showering with you over baths, just cause he likes to get on his knees as you’re scrubbing at his hair and kissing your tummy. he doesn’t know why he loves it as much but he does, especially the way you laugh after. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love baths as well, especially if he’s extremely tired. there is the issue of convincing him to get out, but just drain the water and watch the goosebumps raid his skin and he’ll leave.
↬ loves it when you sit on his lap when you’re in public, especially in gatherings with a lot of his friends. he doesn’t do it out of possessiveness or jealousy, he just likes it when you’re so open and comfortable about everyone knowing you’re with him, as his partner and significant other. nothing having to do with insecurity either. he just loves it. loves the way you lean into him, and the way your waist feels against his hand, and the way you talk in slightly hushed tones to each other.
↬ basically, when iwaizumi loves, he loves with his entire heart <3
this literally made my entire day, i loved writing these so much. iwa has such a special place in my heart i love him so much <333 also i hope everyone enjoys these as well; love you all, mwah <333
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[1:23 am] | hajime iwaizumi
warnings: swearing
“can you please stop following me?” you asked the boy, attempting to slam your apartment door on him. but iwaizumi pushed it away, making his way into your apartment as he closed the door gently.
“i’ll stop following you when you give me answers,” iwaizumi responded.
“ok fine,” you sighed, exasperated, turning back to the boy with hands in surrender. “what questions do you have for me?”
“why do you keep dodging my calls?”
“because, i’ve just been busy,” you answered. “i live my own life too ya know?”
“ok,” iwaizumi mumbled. “then when i wanted to make plans with you, why did you immediately decline?”
“because i had a meeting that day.”
“i know you’re always busy working,” iwaizumi responded. “but you’re going to overwork yourself at this rate. at least let yourself take a break and make plans with me.”
“i don’t need a break,” you mumbled, fully aware that you were only trying to work to distract yourself from your emotions.
“ok then there’s gotta be some other reason as to why you’re ignoring me,” you continued to walk away from the boy, letting his words linger in the air. but iwaizumi was frustrated, after you’d done nothing but avoid him for weeks, he needed answers.
iwaizumi moved to stand in front of you, not letting you walk any further away from him. “be upfront with me here, why do you keep avoiding me?”
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You flinch during an argument
Characters: iwaizumi x reader, Kyoutani x reader, Atsumu x reader
Angst to fluff, slightly suggestive nsfw for Atsumu
A/N: I love these boys sm and they would never hurt a fly let alone their s/o but i need some angst, some of these aren’t really arguments but yk
Iwaizumi:
Iwaizumi had a long day working with the Japan team, the players had been overworking themselves for the upcoming match meaning Iwaizumi was coming home later and later every night with no notice. Dinner was in the oven staying warm, while you sat on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Work had been stressful and you wanted nothing more than to eat a meal with your boyfriend for once and fall asleep in his arms, forgetting all about your day. The door clicked opening signaling Iwaizumi’s return and you got up to greet him at the door. He dropped his bag and placed his shoes by the door before walking into the hallway, “mmm Haji I missed you” you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of his neck, sighing out in exhaustion. “Hey” he replied gruffly, moving past you further into the kitchen. Ouch, you pouted before trailing behind him. “I made us dinner, how was work?” you sat down at the bench watching Iwaizumi take out dinner from the oven, when he didn’t answer you tried again. “That game you mentioned is coming up right?, I might be able to take the day off work to come watch!” he nodded in response, starting to eat his dinner. “Hey are you okay?” you reached out to grab his hand, something small that he usually found endearing and calming just sent him off the edge. He wanted to just crawl in bed with you the second he got home, he didn’t even have the energy to talk and the simple questions you asked only made his tiredness turn to frustration. He snapped his hand back and turned sharply to you, a scowl on his face, ready to yell but the words died in his throat when he watched you flinch back and put your arms up to cover your face. His face softened and he reached out to grab your arm but you moved back instinctively and he felt his stomach drop. You really thought he would hurt you? He wanted to smack himself over the head, he was mad at himself but you took the scowl on his face and furrowed brows as a sign to leave. “Sorry, i-i’m gonna go to bed” before he could stop you, you scurried into your shared bedroom. While you got ready for bed, Iwa was downstairs doing the dishes trying to figure out how to apologize. The thought of you fearing him, or worse, leaving him made his heart break. You were about to get into bed when you heard knocking on your bedroom door. “Baby, can I come in?” you inhaled sharply before opening the door, his heart clenched at your exhausted and sad expression. Cautiously, he brought his hand to lift your chin so you were looking at him, guilt clear in his eyes “I’m sorry I was just so tired and i know that isn’t an excuse, i know it isn’t, but i would never hurt you. Ever. I’m sorry i made you doubt that” He pulled your head against his chest to try and show you how much he loved you and to hide the way his lip was quivering. “You should’ve said you were tired earlier..” you mumbled into his chest, hugging him just as tightly, craving for his touch like you had been earlier, “I know baby, I promise I will tell you next time, now c’mon let’s get some rest” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before lifting you and laying you down on the bed. He wrapped his arm around your waist as one hand stroked your hair, you could feel his heartbeat and you smiled into his chest, finally feeling relaxed. “I love you so much” he squeezed your waist, “love you too haji..” you whispered, drifting to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.
Atsumu
“Who is she ‘tsumu?” this wasn’t the first time a news article had tried to make a story out of Atsumu and some random girl but the photo attached this time of some random girl looking far to comfortable next to your boyfriend in some club made your blood boil. “For fuck’s sake i don’t know, she’s probably some fan i don’t even know ‘er name!” He exclaimed angrily, only spurring you on further “Oh really? You look pretty cozy, she might as well be sitting in your lap!” You’d never gotten this heated over stupid rumors like these, you knew Atsumu loved you, maybe it was your own insecurity coming out, the girls long legs and perfect figure only angering you even more. You never payed much mind to ‘tsumu’s fan girls but seeing someone so pretty next to your athlete boyfriend, looking so natural and right only made it hurt that much more. “How am i supposed to believe you weren’t out hooking up with her when i wasn’t even at that party!” you were screaming now, you’d have to apologize to your neighbors later. “Is that what you think!” He slammed his fists against the bench, yelling back louder with an angry scowl on his face. You jumped back as his fist connected with the stone bench and he relaxed his brows. You made to move past him but he caught your wrist. “Wait y/n-” his voice was much softer now but you didn’t meet his gaze. “Do ya really think i care about some random girl when i have you to come home to every night?, I don’t need or want anybody else, I didn’t even recognize her when i saw ‘er picture i swear. “ He was rubbing circles on the top of your hand, one hand now on your waist. “Babe, look at me will ya’, i’ll show you how much i want you n no one else, c’mere” He pulled you into a kiss, it was sloppy and rushed, trying to release all the tension from the fight into it. “Let’s go upstairs m’kay? I love you.” he smirked at you as you nodded.
Kyoutani
Oikawa had texted you, telling you to come to the gym in hopes that you could calm down Kyoutani who was more violent than usual at training. You packed up your things on your desk before heading over to the gym. When you walked inside you saw Yahaba yelling in Kyoutani’s face while he looked just about ready to murder someone. Oikawa was standing behind Iwaizumi who was looking over at you expectantly. Usually once Kyoutani noticed your presence he visibly became more relaxed but he only spared you a glance before glaring at Yahaba. He grabbed him by the collar and lifted Yahaba slightly, pulling back his other fist ready to punch him. You ran over and grabbed his arm but instead of putting his arm down he shoved you off of him and you hit the floor. “Kyoutani,” Iwaizumi scolded him, walking over and yanking Yahaba away from him, he grunted before turning to see you on the floor. His expression quickly dropped and he bent down to help you up but to his horror you flinched back and whimpered. Kyoutani had always felt lucky to have you, you were so patient with him in your relationship and he had no idea what he did to deserve someone like you. He was always scared of losing you but he had never meant to scare you and seeing you so visibly shaken up because of him made him feel completely lost, his chest clenching and throat tightening. “Y/N i-” you stood up and began to walk out of the gym as the team watched silently. “Wow maddog this is-” “Cut it out yahaba” Iwaizumi cut him off gruffly. Kyoutani ran out of the gym and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind tightly. “Kyou, let me go.” You struggled against him but he only held you tighter. “Please, don’t” His voice cracked and you stopped struggling, turning to face him. “Y/n, don’t. Don’t go please.” he was desperate, you’d never seen him like this and it was quite shocking, “Kyou what happened?” you looked him in the eyes, tears forming in his own. “Just, please, i’m sorry i swear, don’t go.” His hold on you felt desperate as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not going anywhere but what happened in there?” You brought his face out of your neck and rubbed your thumb against his cheek. “Just let me hold you, i’m sorry, I love you.” Your eyes softened and you nodded before pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, you could talk later, right now he needed to hold you and know you were there and not leaving him, afterall you were always so patient with him.
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“pillow talk” - a collection of conversations between you and matsukawa issei.
1. october 23rd, 1:03am.
“that was fun.” matsukawa props himself up on one elbow, lower half still covered by a disarray of blue dorm sheets.
you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling your t-shirt back on, but you turn to look at him, smiling slightly. “fun?”
“great. excellent. out of this world amazing,” he says teasingly. there’s a glint in his eye and a flush in his cheeks.
“that’s what I thought.” you make to stand up, but matsukawa grabs your wrist before you can move another muscle.
“you can stay,” he says, face strangely hopeful and childlike (a sharp contrast to the night’s earlier… activities). “if you want, I mean.”
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tendou: a goodbye
You fall back on to the tiled roof of your home, the same roof you’ve laid on so many times before, and listen to the sounds of the town bustling below you. “You’re leaving tomorrow?”
Tendou just nods. His eyes never leave the sky, watching the dying light tangle in the clouds. The violets and blues shine back in his eyes, clashing against the warm scarlet iris. It’s unseasonably warm, the night air sticks to your skin and sits heavy in your lungs, but you pull your sweatshirt closer. It still smells like him, even after all these years- surprisingly sweet. It used to comfort you, having a piece of him so close, but now it just feels like a souvenir he’s okay leaving behind.
“Ushiwaka’s picking me up at 4am, so I’ll be back in France by friday,” he laughs, rubbing the cropped hair on the top of his head. It’s grown out since he’s buzzed it; you wonder he’ll get a haircut as soon as he lands. “I’m not looking forward to the time zone changes, but I can’t wait to get into the kitchen again.”
The way he smiles, the excitement glittering in his eyes as he thinks of leaving, burns. It scorches the back of your throat and boils the bile in your stomach to realize he’s happy about leaving home.
No, he’s no longer leaving home- he’s going home.
“I’m bring some green tea, so maybe I can make some quality matcha -” he cuts off, his face falling as he turns to look at you. His eyes are no longer shining back the stars in the sky, but shining with the tears collecting at the his waterline. He rolls on to his side and reaches for you, dragging a thumb over your cheek. It’s warm and wet. ”Why are you crying?”
The sob hits you before you even realize that you’re crying. It racks through your body, each breath short and shuddering. Fists balled in your hoodie- his hoodie-, you try to duck your face into the fabric, but his hand holds your cheek. His hands aren’t calloused like they were in high school, before he left, but smooth and dry. There’s still that scar in his thumb, you can feel it as he rubs your cheek over and over again. It’s from a burn, when he decided to make chocolates for white day years ago.
You have so many memories of him, but they don’t feel like enough. It’s selfish, but you want more. You open your mouth and debate begging him to stay, but nothing comes out.
Tendou throws an arm over you and pulls to close. He settles into you so naturally, tucking you into his chest and resting his chin on the top of your head.
“Why are you crying?” he asks again, softer this time- like he knows the answer. Another sob wells up as you feel the fabric on his shirt grow damp from your tears and snot.
“I’m okay,” you manage. The tightness in your throat makes your voice high and scratchy and you hope it’s enough to muffle your words, “I’m just… gonna miss you.”
He squeezes you tighter and you can feel how your adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Well, stop it.” there’s a tremble in his jaw as he talks, “That’s not fair.”
It’s enough to knock you out of your sobs. “Wh-what?”
Carefully, like he knows he’s pushing the boundaries of your relationship, he presses a kiss into your hair. The way his warm breath hitches tickles your scalp. “St-” there’s a whimper in his voice and he pauses the gather himself. “Stop making this harder than to has to be.”
You untangle yourself just enough to look at him. Even in low light of the streetlamps below, his tears shine down his face.
“Are… are you going to miss me?” you clutch the back of his head and drag him closer, until your noses are smushed against each other. He laughs, but then crumbles into tears once again. Seeing him, such a beacon of light in your life, break, makes you cling to him. You coo, sloppily wiping his tears away and that makes him smile for a fleeting moment.
“I miss y-you every day I’m not here.” his lips move against yours as he talks. It’s not a kiss, just the meeting of skin against skin, but it feels more intimate than anything else you’ve ever felt. It’s in that moment, in the vulnerability and pain, you decide to be selfish and make one last memory.
When your lips fully connect, Tendou gasps. At first, you think it’s a rejection, but as you pull away he follows you. Thigh slides between yours as he rolls on top of you, deepening the kiss with each heaving breath. It’s addictive, each kiss begets another until the burn of pain is replaced by the fever of desire. The way he grips to you seems hungry, but the warm drip of tears on your cheeks tells you something else- anguish.
As he pulls away, he chokes back another cry. “Come with me.” he whispers as his hands travel your sides. “Come with me, please.”
“I can’t.” you pull him back down for another kiss, but he breaks away. He just stares, like he’s trying to memorize your features. In some fairytale world, you would drop your life and follow him anywhere, but that’s not reality. You can’t disappear into the wind on a whim; you have commitments, family, a life of your own.
“Please.” he begs, “Please, come with me. I’ll- I’ll show you Paris, make you dinner, teach you French-” he takes a deep breath as he kisses you, but there’s an air of finality to it that makes your heart ache. “I’ll kiss you like this every day.”
You close your eyes. You can’t look at his face, broken and desperate, anymore. “I can’t, Tori. I can’t.”
You don’t see him as he sits up. You don’t want that to be your last memory of him. You cling to the fading warmth of his lips against yours.
“I know.” he admits. “I know.”
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