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keichan · 2 years

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homesick

atsumu miya x y/n imagine

🪶you know that being in love with a famous volleyball player has its ups and downs. but when he leaves for work just a little too long, you realise how ‘down’ it can really get.

- warning: angst :> , reader gets sick

extra note: i’m back after some time! school just started for me and also i was busy celebrating eid! i have a lot on my plate so i hope this imagine is up to standard! enjoy !!

"you just got back," you murmured to atsumu who was running his hand through his hair for the hundredth time. "i told ya i'd be travelling alot! did you not catch that?" he groaned, sitting on the bed, elbows touching his knees.

you sighed, taking a step back. atsumu travelling for volleyball was nothing new to you. it was something you understood for so long but something about this trip didn't sit right with you.

atsumu had just returned for a long trip and was now leaving again for around 3-4 months. the back to back scheduling made you upset. you hoped that you would at least be getting a month or two with him.

it hasn't even been 2 weeks. and he was leaving?

"i caught that well, 'tsumu. i supported you travelling for volleyball but don't you think you've been gone for so long?" you tried pleading with him but it only garner a snicker out of him.

it threw you off guard.

"weren't you the one who said you'd follow me to the ends of the earth? what happened to that?" his voice raised just a little. you gulped back the rising bile in your throat.

"you know i can't leave Japan," you softly said, looking at the ground. you had just gotten a life changing promotion and you plan to keep it.

"and you don't see me forcing you to leave Japan, right? so why can't you be happy that i'm chasing my dreams?"

something hit you right there and there. you wanted atsumu around more. you missed your boyfriend's presence. but he wanted volleyball. he wanted to travel for volleyball.

and you were being selfish by holding him back. your worst fear had actually became a reality.

"i guess you're right, 'tsumu. i'm not allowing you to do the things you love," you tone was something that atsumu recognise and feared to hear.

atsumu came to the realisation that you were actually letting he leave. not only to Germany but from the relationship too.

"you're not actually gonna- y/n, we'll work it out,"

you mouth turned into a frown and you shook your head, trying to hold back your tears. "go to Germany, 'tsumu. you don't need to do it with me around. you've been fine on your own," your voice broke halfway. tears were falling and you let it fall.

atsumu was already inching closer, but you stepped back with every step he took.

you used whatever energy you had in you to leave your shared bedroom and into the living room. you has no solid plan as to what you were going to do anymore.

you just broke up with atsumu miya. the man you've been with for over 5 years. was it petty for you to do that? you didn't know. but you felt awful the day you heard atsumu left for germany.

he told you that he'd leave the keys of your apartment. atsumu knew how much you loved that apartment but it became your worst nightmare at the same time. you were so used to living with someone else.

all that gone just because you needed him. did you think it through when breaking up wit him? certainly not.

waking up to an empty bed felt different. you couldn't get used to it. even though it was been a solid 2 months atsumu had left. no word, no text, no call. that was all the confirmation you needed to know that he wanted it too.

right?

"you look terrible, y/n," you sat down at onigiri miya, owned by osamu miya. it was the worst place to be at knowing that the man currently speaking to you look like your ex.

"i feel like shit, samu. i think i'm sick,"

"and you decided to dine in? that's the most stupidest shit ever," you flipped the man off as he made some onigiri's for you. you looked around to see pictures of atsumu plastered around the shop.

some of the pictures were newer. especially one’s with atsumu. some taken before he left for germany. a huge smile on his face. something you longed to see once again.

but even you knew your relationship was rocky the day he said he’s leaving again.

"lovesick?" osamu asked out of nowhere. you looked up at the man and shrugged. a sad smile reached your face as you looked at the table.

"was i stupid for letting him go?" you genuinely asked the twin who in return shrugged too. "both of you were stupid for the breakup. he wanted to leave Japan. you wanted him here," he set down a plate of food infront of you.

"but i do know that both of you are idiots who can't seem to grasp the concept that you were made for each other," he leaned against the counter, cleaning some glasses.

you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. you didn't know what he meant. "he wouldn't stop asking 'bout you. driving me nuts," you felt guilt set into the pit of your stomach.

atsumu was asking about you. you wondered what osamu had told him. did he ask about you wellbeing? how you’ve been holding up? maybe if you still missed him?

the could-have-been’s made the guilt turn into nausea

"samu, do you think i could pack this to-go?" osamu looked at your face and a flash of concern came over him. he nodded and packed it.

"you doing okay, y/n?"

"i suddenly don't feel too good. i'll see you around samu,"

you hailed for a taxi as soon as you stepped out of the shop, not trusting yourself to walk home. you felt dizzy, maybe even feverish.

heartbreak can’t cause someone to be sick, right? given that you had spent most nights crying rather than sleeping, you’d be tired and not sick.

oh how wrong you were.

the day you left onigiri miya, you haven’t left your house ever since. you had caught some kind of cold, leaving you in bed for most of your days. even when you tried to get up and care for yourself, it was almost impossible.

your phone beeped a couple of time but you didn’t bother checking. your head, eyes, nose, whole body was strained. maybe it was the stress that made you so sick.

or the lack of a certain miya in your life.

by day two, you felt as if you needed a lifeline. your body was more in pain that the the previous day and you knew that the fever hadn’t gotten anywhere better.

you did, however, checked your messaged. surprisingly, most of it were from osamu and oddly enough, hinata.

osamu’s messages were asking you if you were alright and if he should send some food to your place. you allowed him to do whatever he wanted and now you had food coming.

as for hinata, you scrunched your forehead and every texts he sent. you and hinata were friendly with one another and even talked relationships with the boy. but the amount of spams from him was unusual.

the multiple messages of ‘are you okay?’, ‘osamu-san said you were ill!’, ‘atsumu’s asking about you!’ had you worried.

atsumu was asking about you? but he’s all the way across the country. by then you threw your phone to the side and snuggled yourself in bed once again. your arm slid to what used to be atsumu’s side of the bed.

it was cold, untouched and still smelled of him. it made your heartache even more than it already had. tears fell from your eyes once again, as you felt a throb in your head pass by.

you were sick because you missed him. it wasn’t something hard to figure out but you didn’t want to agree with it.

atsumu felt the same way too. he didn’t fall ill because he’s healthy and an athelete but it affected him in the way he played his games.

it was messy. he was distracted. even without the band playing in the background, he couldn’t focus. his mind was set on you and he left you so easily.

atsumu knew he should’ve figured something out with you but in the heat of the moment and with the way you two were fighting, he was at a standstill.

you heard the front door open with still half dazed. you didn’t question it for a while but once the footsteps came closer, you were anxious.

could be a robber? someone breaking in?

when the door of your bedroom opened, you squinted your eyes as you watched the person who entered your house stand by the doorway.

moppy yellow hair.

groggily, you sat up while he rushed to your side. “hey hey. don’t work your body so much. you ain’t well,” he slowly pushes you down back into the mattress.

“‘tsumu?” your voice wavered as you felt tears gathered in your eyes. maybe this was your final stage of being sick. hallucinations. “hi baby. i brought food from osamu’s,” he held up a plastic bag with things from onigiri miya.

“i thought you’d still be at Germany. why are you here?” you welcomed the tears as he sat beside you.

“i missed you, y/n. and i hated the way things ended. i was homesick,” he admitted, clearing the tears and stray hair away from your face. atsumu needed a good look at you.

he fucked up.

you fucked up.

“i’m sorry for that day, ‘tsumu,” you shuffled to be closer to the man and he allowed it. “don’t say thing like that, y/n. you had nothing to be sorry about. i shouldn’t have left you for so long,”

atsumu wasn’t the type fowardly apologise. but you knew that what he said translated to an apology.

“about Germany. i left. told them i needed to get home to something important,” you chuckled at his words. you reached out to his hands and grabbed them.

“i know i said i’d follow you to the ends of the world,” atsumu shook his head at your statement but you shush him up. “i think i’m ready to fulfil that,” you voice cracked as a small smile reached your face.

“but yer job-”

“don’t worry about that, ‘tsumu. i’ve sorted it all out,” you pushed you body up so that you were now leaning on the headboard.

“i missed you way too much. i mean me being sick is literal proof of how much i missed you,” you motioned to you being in bed sick. atsumu laughed and leaned closer to you.

“does this mean you’re willing to give us another go?” atsumu nervously asked, fondling with you hands. you hand reached to his face and cupped his cheeks.

he promptly looked at you. “didn’t i say i’d follow you to the ends of the earth? i wanna be with you,” you admitted, a small blush on your cheek.

the moment the two of you were having was equivalent to when atsumu told you he liked you for the first time. both of you were nervous wrecks.

“we’ll take it slow, okay? god i fucking missed you, sugar. if i was here, you wouldn’t be sick right now! scoot i’m feeding you!”

atsumu took the bowl of soup and spoon fed you every bite. you wouldn’t say the miya atsumu was the reason you weren’t sick anymore.

but you felt much better in hours since he arrived back by your side.

now the two of you were cuddled in bed, watching a movie while atsumu coddled you. “i love you so dang much,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head.

“i love you so much too, ‘tsumu,” you sighed in content, happy to be back home. “we should get you back to Germany. your team needs you,”

you caught the pout of atsumu’s face as you brought up the topic that caused you two to fight in the first place. “but i need you. and you need me! they’ll be fine!” he childishly replied, eyes trailing back to the screen.

“atsumu. i love you. but i know how much volleyball means to you. plus, i’ll come with!” you weren’t grounded to a job which you had quit after realising how much it affected your life even before atsumu left.

you had picked back up a skill that you thought you had forgotten and decided to make a business out of it. honestly, it’s been going well so far.

“are you sure? condition there are much different from here. plus you’d get homesick!”

“i’m home where ever you are. unless you don’t want me there,” you gave him a look, eyebrows raised. atsumu rolled his eyes and hugged you closer.

“once your better, i’ll book a flight to Germany and i’ll make sure you’re seat is next to mine,” you giggled and how kiddish atsumu can get sometimes.

“heard from samu that you were asking bout me,” you nudged the man.

“i needed to know if you were fine. the day samu told me you left the shop not looking too well, i took the earliest flight back,”

you heart swelled at atsumu’s words. he left Germany and his team just for you. you swore that if he didn’t propose to you, you’d just do it yourself.

“thank you ‘tsumu. i love you. okay! okay. let me get better so we can go to Germany!” you excitedly said snuggling into his chest.

“easy there tiger! go to sleep, i’ll watch over ya,”

to the ends of the earth you’d follow him and he’d do the same for you. for the first time in years, atsumu didn’t feel homesick when he was abroad.

because this time, you were right there beside him.

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keichan · 2 years

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Sanctuary

The bottom floor of your college library became your sanctuary when you were a freshman. So was someone else

Kuroo x reader

A/N:

I found this draft in my google docs from early 2020! Not really a fan of it but it has potential for a part two. Maybe I will maybe I won’t. Please enjoy 4.4k words that I wrote two years ago! Def a cliffhanger lolllll

wc: 4.4k

The bottom floor of the library at your university was reserved for pure silence. It slowly became integrated into your schedule to come to the library around midnight to however long you felt obligated to stay. Your roommate at your dorm liked to fall asleep around 9pm so you’d feel guilty if you fiddled around in your bedroom.

You sat at a booth by the stair entrance every evening where you could prop your feet up and still get a good view of all the other students and professors working around you. The routine was always to do assignments, study for exams and quizzes, and then watch a show or movie on some streaming platform if you weren’t feeling too tired.

A month into your freshman year of college, you have it marked as your own personal sanctuary.

Tonight you began to slowly nod off into your laptop. It was just one of those nights where your legs didn’t want to carry you back to the dorm until the last possible moment.

The clutter of notebooks smacked the hardwood table of the booth ahead of you. You and many other students snap your heads up to see a boy dressed in sweats, disheveled black hair, scrambling to pick up his belongings. People let out minuscule groans of annoyance at the commotion, but quickly returned their attention back to themselves.

He quickly glanced up at you as you were directly in his line of vision as the expression of worry and embarrassment sprinkled across his tired face. He tried to look natural as he quickly slammed himself into his seat trying to look like he’d been there all that time.

You sent him a sleepy smile of understanding before you propped your chin up on your palm before gluing your eyes back to your show, slightly more awake than before. You’ve never seen him on the bottom floor this whole first month of classes, but this was the first night of many to come.

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The next evening you found yourself in your usual seat. The boy with messy hair was there at the booth in front of you already. This time looking much more lively, accompanied by two redbull cans. He had a pair of headphones in and was softly switching his eyes between his laptop to his notebook for his notes.

As you sat down, he caught you in his peripheral. He quickly made eye contact with you before dipping his head in a small greeting with the corner of his mouth pulling in a slight smirk. He returned his eyes back to his paper and you opened your textbook to begin your own night of studying.

——-

Through the week you begin to notice the boy with unruly hair, consistently wearing sweats, had made the booth in front of you his regular seat. The two of you exchanged small smiles if your eyes ever caught each other as the days went by. By now it was ingrained in both of your minds that you’ll be seeing each other for the remainder of the semester.

Tonight you sat in the booth alone with your notes scattered everywhere. You had already been in the library about two hours before he arrived. It was now nearing 3am and you were slightly snoring on top of your laptop. You’ve been fading in and out of sleep for the last hour or so whilst trying to finish the packet of homework that your chemistry professor had assigned over the weekend.

You stir to the sensation of something cold pressing to your arm. You groggily look up to see the boy from the neighboring booth pressing an ice cold Red Bull to your arm.

He offers a small smile before whispering in a low voice . “Whatever you're working on seems important tonight. Looks like you need to stay up. Don’t worry about paying me back, it’s on the house!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and the black haired boy before accepting the drink into your hands.

“You can’t go around acting like you own the vending machine.”

He ignored your statement. “The caffeine in it will give you about 3-4 hours more if you need it.” He towered over your notes before he quickly widened his eyes.

“You’re in CHEM 1070?!” he accidentally raised his voice too loud, to have everyone in the nearby vicinity shoot him a glare.

He narrowed his eyes at the students that surrounded the two of you before sliding himself into the seat across from you, repeating himself in a hushed whisper. “I mean, you’re in CHEM 1070? Me too!” You rub the sleep from your eyes to notice the most excited look on his face. You couldn’t think who in their right mind would be this excited about sharing a chemistry class with a random student at 3am. You may be a chemistry major, but it isn’t the most thrilling thing to talk about when you wake up from a nap.

“Yeah? I have Ibe as my professor. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, his 11am class.”

The stranger places his hands on the desk before leaning forwards. “Oh yeah? Me too? I really love this class! I can help you if you need it! I’m a chemistry major!”

It makes more sense. Especially now that you know it’s just not a random guy overly excited for a subject that they don’t understand. You couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm, lulling you out of your sleepiness.

“I’m actually a chem major as well! Have you started on the packet? It’s due on Monday but I’m just not sure how to balance these formulas. Same with the sequences of reaction towards the back of it.”

He had a sly smile resting on his face. “Let me get my bag and we can start working on it.” He paused to extend his hand.

“Kuroo Tetsurou”

You grabbed his hand to shake it.

“L/N F/N”

——-

You come to find out that not only did Kuroo have academic scholarships for your university, but also sports. He was a starter on the college men's volleyball team as a first year. The reason why he found out about the campus library was because it was the only place around that was open 24 hours that wasn’t the dorm lobby. He would shower and show up after practice to study.

“It’s so goddamn bright” You grab Kuroo by the shirt and place him in front of you as you exit the building, using his tall figure to block out the sun. He hunched over to let out a rather harsh laugh causing you to freeze. The students around you stared out at his outburst. You quickly tugged on his shirt for him to stand up.

“What? Can I not find it amusing that you used me as your shield?”

“No, Kuroo, not with that laugh.” You flicked his arm before tugging his shirt sleeve to follow you to grab an early lunch.

It had been roughly three weeks since you two had become acquainted on the bottom floor of the library and the two of you had already created a routine on the days you had shared class. Grab food as soon as possible after class. If you two had the time, hang out at each other’s dorms. Kuroo went to practice on Tuesdays and Fridays. Later in the evening, sit at you two’s declared booth on the bottom floor of the library. You had even begun attending his games every Saturday evening. Home or away.On the days you two didn’t have class, you two found a reason to hang out. Your two roommates knew from the get go, that you two together were inseparable.

The two of you sat at a table in the dining hall that sat between your two dorm halls. You looked at Kuroo as he talked about how he missed his friends from high school. He was talking about his childhood friend Kenma and how he was coming to visit the campus soon in hopes that he could attend the university soon. A small smile rested on your lips the entire time. You never felt bored around Kuroo, everything about him was just interesting.

“Y/NNNNNN” Kuroo whined, grasping you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You meet his eyes, your focus now completely on him.

“We should go shopping in Shibuya today!”

You place your chopsticks on the table and support your chin on your palm. “I’m interested! I’m not from Tokyo, I’m from Nagoya, so I’ve never had the opportunity!” Enthusiasm laced your voice. Kuroo couldn’t help but smile.

“Let’s go!”

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“Wow! All of these shops are so cool!”

After roughly two hours of train rides from the outskirts of Tokyo, the two of you had made it to Shibuya. It was Monday afternoon so the streets weren’t as crowded as they normally would be and it was still the time of day where kids were barely getting out of school.

“Kuroo, we should go in here!” You quickly grab his hand and duck into the store. What drew you to it was the fact that it was nearly five stories and had cute clothes on display at the front of the store. Plus loads of sales bargains. Kuroo’s face grew slightly red as he walked behind you.

You didn’t realize that you were still holding onto him until you released your hand to shift through shirts to find your size. Truthfully, you didn’t think anything of it, but Kuroo couldn’t figure out why there was the slightest sinking feeling in his chest when you had let go.

You held the shirt against your chest. “Whaddya think?” You asked, glancing down. Kuroo gave you a thumbs up.

“Kuroo, I’ve got an idea!”

He stared at you with an expression that said go on.

“15 minutes. You go find a fit for me and I do the same. Then we can go take some cute pictures around Tokyo!”

“I like where you’re going with this, but may I ask, why 15 minutes?”

“Gives it a sense of competition, doesn’t it? Anyways!” You check your phone for the time. “15 minutes start… Now!”

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You turn to admire yourself in the mirror outside the dressing room. “I’ve got to say Kuroo, you could change your major to design and would actually excel in it.” He walks up behind you and presses his hands on your shoulders peering at your reflection with a sheepish grin. He chose for you to wear a form fitting pleated dark burgundy skirt, accompanied with a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of black velvet boots that had a slight heel on them.

“Just another thing for me to be good at, isn’t it?” You elbow him softly in the stomach, staring at him in the mirror. He met your eyes and quickly bent over to pick up the outfit you selected before dipping into the changing room.

You leaned against the wall scrolling through Twitter.

“Well?” Kuroo asked, walking out of the dressing room with his hands out.

You slid your phone into your pocket and crossed your arms, glancing up and down at him smirking. He was wearing black torn skinny jeans, with a floral short sleeve button up in shades of black, burgundy, maroon. You didn’t grab any shoes for him but his black Converse sufficed.

“I have to say that I did a good job!”

“Wow, Y/N! You can’t even tell me that I look good?” He let out a light laugh, a look of anticipation graced his features.

“You look really good, Kuroo!” You grabbed his wrist pulling him to look at the mirror with you. In a second you whipped your phone out of your pocket and nudged him to pose for a picture. Kuroo slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you towards his chest and placed a genuine smile on his lips. He rested his head atop yours.

“Looks like we both did a good job, let’s go explore the rest of Tokyo!”

Kuroo led you around many different wards of the city. Trying street food, looking into small shops and trying your best to be each other’s personal photographers with candids and posing. The whole day was only filled with smiles and laughter. So this is the adventure that college would bring you two. As the day dipped into night you two silently prayed that the next four years would be like that for yourselves.

Kuroo paused on the sidewalk to glance at his watch. He quickly grabbed your hand and broke into a sprint. “Kuroo! Why’re you running!?”

“We’re about to miss the last train to the college! I lost track of time!” His voice was lost in the wind. He came to a sudden halt causing you to slam into his back, but he held his ground supporting you. He quickly slid his phone over the card reader and passed for the gate. You fumbled with your phone and did the same. Hand and hand you two sprinted into the last train car.

Kuroo grabbed the hand rail on the ceiling of the train as it began to move. Your other hand quickly moved to his bicep to brace yourself. You both sighed before looking at each other with a shit eating grin.

You and Kuroo shuffle to an empty seat. You quietly yawn and place your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut. Your arm lazily linked around his, all the fatigue from the day hitting you at once. Kuroo smiled to himself as you quickly fell asleep without a word. Fifteen stops until you’re back on campus.

The grin rested on his face as he used his left hand to scroll through the pictures the two of you had taken that day. Your little photoshoot idea in one of the alleys of Harajuku. Propping your phone up against the bricks of neighboring shops and buildings as you and Kuroo striked ridiculous poses. He stopped at one picture. It was an off guard of you staring up at him, holding his hands, the both of you smiling wide in the midst of laughter. The bright streetlights made your features glow.

His chest grew warm as he added it to his favorites. He locked his phone and slid it into his pocket before resting his head on top of yours. He glanced ahead of him to see an elderly woman grinning at him.

“You two are such a beautiful couple! Matching outfits and everything!” she chuckled quietly. Blush automatically covered Kuroo’s cheeks as he tried to withhold his composure.

“No ma’am. We’re just friends- the outfits were just a coincidence.” He tumbled over his words.

The old woman clicked her tongue and shook her head, laughing quietly. The train came to a halt and she rose from her seat, dipping her head in a gentle bow before exiting. He sighed and rested his head atop yours once again. He placed his hand on top of yours and waited until you arrived at your destination.

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“Tetsuro!” Your voice pierced his ears as he answered his phone.

“Y/N? What’s up? I’m heading to the library right now. Do you want me to stop by the convenience store to buy your favorite again?” He changed the direction he was walking assuming he was correct.

“No! I was thinking screw studying tonight. I wanna do something fun before winter break starts. Like… I don’t know… Go with me to get my nose pierced!” Kuroo turned back on his heel, changing directions yet again, but this time to your dorm. You could hear his smile through the phone.

“Let’s go!”

At this point in the semester, everyone who has crossed you and Kuroo’s path knows that the two of you spend every waking moment together. You’ve become well acquainted with his roommate Yaku, as he has with yours. Despite her monotonous tones and being unbelievably uptight, she actually really enjoys his company when he visits your dorm room. You’ve gone home with him on the weekends sometimes and finally managed to meet Kenma. Despite his quiet demeanor, he’s quite fond of you. You knew that it made Kuroo rather joyous to have you and Kenma become close, though he’d never admit it to your face. His father and grandparents absolutely adored you and they were always happy to see your face when you’d come to visit.

“Tetsu, is now a good time to tell you that I’m afraid of needles?” You turned to him, stifling a small laugh in the piercers chair.

“Ain’t that some shit.” he chuckled. He studied your face as nerves consumed you. His hand extended to give your cheek a slight pinch of reassurance.

The piercer grabbed your nose gently with the clamp. “It’s okay if you want to hold your boyfriend’s hand if you want to. You froze in place, mainly because there’s nowhere else for you to go. You felt your face get hot. “It’s not like that, we-”

You were quickly caught off guard by Kuroo's hands clasping over yours. He made eye contact with the piercer.

“Thank you, sir.”

He returned his gaze to you to offer a soft smile, outside of his normal sly one.

“Breathe, dummy.”

You nodded, trying your best not to feel flustered, you stared forward.

“Ready? One. Two. Three.”

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You and Kuroo stood outside of your dorm room, both yawning as it dipped into the late hours of the night. You turned around to be face to face with him. He reached up and gently tapped your nose with his finger.

“I’ve got to say… You look really cute with that piercing, Y/N.” His voice was soft. He placed his hand on the wall behind you glancing down to your figure. You felt his breath softly fan your face as his eyes studied your features. His dark eyes bore into yours as he leans closer. Heat quickly consumed your face as you pressed yourself further against the wall.

“I-I uh- thank you Tetsuro.” You stuttered.

“Of course!” He leans up to place his arms behind his head, just to yawn again. As if being that close didn’t phase him.

“I’ll see you this weekend for movie night since Riko is going home, right? Then you go home for break the next morning, right ?”

You nod vigorously.

“See you.”

Kuroo walked down the hallway without turning back while you leaned against the wall wondering what the weird pang in your chest was.

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You and Kuroo curled up next to each other underneath the blankets of your small twin-sized mattress. After tonight's study session on the bottom floor, the two of you headed to your dorm and began your movie night. The laptop balanced on your legs. You tried to enjoy the film, but Kuroo was aggressively tapping away at his keyboard.

“Tetsu, we can’t have a movie night if your nose is going to be buried in your phone! You know that-“

“HA”

You jump in your seat as Kuroo thrusts his phone in your face.

“You said that your final grade in chem was a 96! Well mine is 98!” Kuroo’s chest swelled with pride as you took his phone from him in disbelief.

“You little shit! I can’t bel-“

“Believe it, Y/N-chan! I’m the better chem major of the duo.”

He held a fist to his chest and looked off into the corner of your dorm room as if he were living in a movie. You rolled your eyes before hitting his chest.

“It’s okay Tetsu! I’ll get you next semester!” You sunk back in your seat with a confident smirk resting on your lips.

You two sat in your own pride watching the movie until your eyes began to droop. You feel a light weight on your shoulder and turn to see Kuroo dead asleep. Cute snores coming out every other breath. You couldn’t help but smile. You reached to close your laptop before carefully reaching down on the floor below you.

You return to your spot to feel your eyes begin to close. Not before long you drift off to sleep.

——

You wake up to something warm wrapped around your body. Your eyes groggily open to be face to face with Kuroo. His eyes crinkle slightly as his eyes catch yours. Your head jerked back in surprise, but his hand was ready to catch you from throwing yourself from the small bed.

Your eyes quickly scanned his face confusedly. Why wasn’t he uncomfortable? Was he just as surprised when he woke up with his arms around you? Was he-

Your thoughts were interrupted by Kuroo stroking a thumb over your cheek.

“G’morning, Y/N-chan .” His voice was raspy, but his features were softened compared to any other time you’d see him.

“Good morning, Tetsuro.” You mumble, not breaking away from his gaze. His hand stopped to rest on your cheek, before his eyes fluttered shut. He slowly began to move closer until the tips of your nose touched.

You jolt up in your bed immediately, refusing to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I just thought-“ he mumbled in the smallest voice. You ignored him.

“What time is it?” You scrambled through the sheets looking for your phone, refusing to make eye contact with him. You felt his soft gaze follow your movements.

“Shit! My train for home leaves in an hour.” You quickly slide yourself off the bed, plopping to the floor. You hurry to get your suitcases together that you’d already packed. The sound of feet landing on the ground next you makes you jump slightly. You nervously fidgeted with your things before a hand clasped your wrists.

“Do you want me to carry these to the station for you, L/N?” His words came out with caution. You flinch at the sound of your surname. Not looking into his direction you nod. He gathers your things in his hands and walks out your room without glancing back.

Not a word was spoken at the train station. You played with your hands as you tail Kuroo along the streets of the university. His eyes did not shift anywhere but straight ahead.

Upon arriving he places your bags at your feet. He meets your eyes with a blank, emotionless stare.

“I’ll see you after break.” With the simple words pouring monotonously from his mouth he turns around with a hand raised. You reach for his shirt as he turns away, but he’s already gone with a swift stride.

“Tokyo to Nagoya! Now boarding!”

You sign before picking up your bags and making your way onto the train. Staring at the window, the only thought in your head is why didn’t you kiss him back?

——-

As the spring semester started, you and Kuroo acted as if nothing had occurred before you left, if anything the two of you were closer than before. Casually holding hands as you walked to classes, at the library, to the dorms, but never a word being said by either of it.

“Tetsuro! Come help me carry this box up the stairs! It’s too heavy!”

“Make Kenma help you! He’s already down there!”

It was now the fall semester of your second year of college and you, Kuroo, and Kenma were moving into your apartment. The three of you managed to get a discounted rent on a 3 bedroom on the edge of campus, you all quickly signed the lease right before spring rolled around.

Kenma grabbed the box from your arms and turned to face up the stairs with a heavy sigh. You chuckled and returned to your car to retrieve smaller boxes.

A pair of arms snaked around your waist. You smiled and sank into him.

“Tetsuro, you can’t just come behind me like that.”

“Sorry about that.” Kuroo placed a gentle kiss on your temple and took the remaining boxes from your hands. He gave you a quick wink and began walking up the stairs.

“Tetsu! Those go to my room!”

“I know!” He called over his shoulder.

You reach up to close the trunk of the car before dusting your hands off your shorts. With hands on your hips you stare up to see Kenma glaring down at you from the balcony. You offer a slight wave and a gentle smile just to have him roll his eyes and return inside.

Your body sank into itself as your features sank. You made your way upstairs to join your two roommates.

——-

“I’m home.” Kenma appears through the front door to see you and Kuroo holding each other on the couch while watching TV. His face immediately distorted into a look of resentment.

“Why do you always look like that when the three of us are in the same room, Kenma?” You lifted your head from Kuroo’s chest curiously. He closes the door behind him while muttering, “Why do you two act like that when you’re not even dating, it’s annoying. Just get together already.”

You felt Kuroo stiffen under you before the words poured out of your mouth, “We don’t like each other like that, Kenma. We’re just good friends. Right, Tetsuro?” You slightly dig your elbow into his stomach, awaiting an answer. He quickly straightens up in his spot, leaning away from you.

“Right.” He paused looking to his side. “We’re good friends.” He scratched the back of his head quickly before standing from the couch.

“I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

You glance down at your watch, calling after him. “Tetsu, it’s only 8pm, why are-“

“Goodnight.”

His bedroom door abruptly closed before you threw your head against the couch. You groaned into your hands as Kenma squinted his eyes at you.

“For someone whose major is incredibly difficult, and is on the dean’s list, you’re incredibly stupid, aren’t you?”

Your hands slid off your face to reveal a glare. “Who the hell are you calling stupid, Kozu-“

Kenma was already fiddling with his phone, not even looking in your direction. “Kuroo loves you. It’s kind of obvious. He does everything for you and never leaves your side. And you kind of just string him along by letting him sleep with you at night and letting him kiss you. He’s not saying anything so you won’t leave him. If you’re going to keep acting this way you ought to leave him alone.”

With his nose still buried in his phone he walks to his bedroom without another word.

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Loving is Easy

Is it really?

Oikawa One-shot

A/N: Been writing this one since October. The new chapter gave me the motivation to finish it. Please enjoy, like, reblog, follow and check out my old content. I promise it is pretty decent.

wc: 5k

“I literally do not know what you’re talking about.” Oikawa leaned against a tree, arms crossed.

“You’re telling me that you two have been best friends for ten years and you don’t have feelings for her at all.” Matsukawa leaned forward, smirking.

“Absolutely-”

“What are we talkin’ about?” Hanamaki cut Oikawa off. He opened his mouth to reply.

“How he and y/n are finally getting together.” Matsukawa cut him off once more.

“Aw, really? About time. This whole playboy act of yours has been getting old-”

“What’re you even talking about?” Oikawa leaned off of the tree, walking face to face with Makki.

Eye to eye, he replied, “This whole ‘all the women in the school drooling over you and interrupting practice’ thing is getting a little old. Plus, you two are totally into each other, sooo.”

“Hey, Tõru!” All three boys looked into the direction of your voice. Oikawa’s feet immediately walked towards you, meeting you halfway.

“Hey? Wha-” Without another moment he grabbed the back of your neck, placing his lips on yours. Your eyes widened in surprise, hands against his chest, your fingertips pressing against the fabric of his uniform.

To you it felt never ending. To him, it felt short.

Pulling away from your face, his hand still placed on the back of your neck, he turns to his friends. The two men looked shocked.

“What the fuck was that?” A voice boomed across the courtyard. Everyone’s heads turned to see Iwaizumi emerging out of the building, bounding towards the four of you.

“See? Nothing.” He spoke to his teammates. His hand dropped to his side as he proceeded to walk away. You strode over to Matsukawa and Hanamaki, standing right between the two of them. The three of you watched as Iwaizumi tailed Oikawa to the end of school grounds until Oikawa burst into a sprint.

Without looking at either boy beside you, you said. “Does anyone want to tell me what just happened?”

“I think that was his best attempt to prove a point. But if I am being completely honest, I don’t think he did it very well.” Hanamaki continued to look at the gates of the school.

“Do you care to tell me what that point was?”

“Nah. I don’t think it’s any of your business.” Matsukawa crossed his arms.

Stepping forward, you then turned to face them.

“That jackass kissed me! Unprovoked and walks away, and you’re telling me that it isn’t my problem?” You pointed behind you.

“Um. Yes.”

Today was the day you needed answers. Walking into the gym with half of the student body. Aoba Johsai was known for a spectacular male volleyball team, and a crowd that most certainly backed that.

A majority of the team was standing on the court already, practicing. Yet, Oikawa Tōru was nowhere to be seen. With a small sigh, you rose from your seat and exited the gym.

Rounding a corner, you began to walk to the boy’s clubroom to find Tōru. There is nowhere else he could be, plus he couldn’t run from you when there’s a game on campus.

Turning another corner, you come to a halt.

There he was.

You felt a pang in your chest but you weren’t able to take your eyes off of them.

His hand was running through another girl’s hair. His lips on hers. Your body felt absolutely frozen. Lifting your left foot up, you gently took a step back. Then another. Then another until your back was pressed against the gym. Creating a large creak from the structure, Oikawa’s closed eyes flashed over to you, his lips not leaving hers.

Your eyes locked for a moment before you slowly walked away.

This time stung more than normal. You’re used to walking up on Tōru making out with various girls in the student body. He’s told you about hookups. But this made you feel like your body was collapsing from the inside out.

You walked outside of the school gates. You hadn’t missed a game of his ever, but that didn’t matter anymore.

“I can’t believe we lost against them.” Oikawa reached down his legs as he stretched with the rest of the team.

“Maybe it’s because your good luck charm wasn’t there.” Makki reached over to his right leg.

“What are you talking about? I saw her earlier.” Oikawa changed his position to a straddle before reaching down his center.

“You did? When? She wasn’t ever in the stands?” Mattsun asked.

“Well…”

His three friends rolled their eyes.

“Hey! I didn’t even say anything!” He grabbed his knees as he leaned forward.

“You don’t gotta, you’re already in a stance like you have to defend yourself.”

“Well she saw me kissing Akiko by the clubroom and she just walked away like nothing!”

Iwaizumi threw a shoe at his head.

“Ow! Iwa-chan that hurt.”

“I’m sure what you did to her was worse. You can’t go and kiss a friend and resume your nonsensical bullshit.” With that he rose to his feet and retrieved his shoe before walking out of the building.

Oikawa turned to Makki and Mattsun for anything, but they followed in Iwaizumi’s suit. Guilt weighed him down heavily, but he wouldn’t let it show.

“Well, maybe you did prove a point, Oikawa.” Matsukawa raised his spoon to his lips. “You proved that you definitely like her since you’ve been actively avoiding her for what…. A month? I don’t know what you expected. You kiss that girl and now you’re avoiding your fangirls. I didn’t know it was possible for you to look like a bigger asshole than you already were.”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I’m not an asshole. Nor was I ever.”

“Well. That simply isn’t true at all.”

“Yes, it is I-” A hand landed on his shoulder. Right in front of him, Makki smirked, grabbing both sides of his tray.

Oikawa knew who it was. Turning his head, he flashed you a smile. The tips of your fingers dug into his collar bone.

“Ow!” He cocked his neck in an attempt to squish your hand out, but you didn’t budge.

“I think it's about time we have that conversation we have both been avoiding”

Returning his gaze to Makki’s, he said calmly. “ Why would I ever ignore you? You’re literally my best-” Still standing, you leaned over his right shoulder and tilted his chin towards you and placed your lips on his. He started kissing back almost immediately. Pulling away abruptly and swatted his forehead hard enough for a pop to echo through the cafeteria.

Oikawa yelped in protest, turning around to ensue an argument but you were already walking away. Stumbling out of his chair, he broke into a sprint.

“I think she outdid him.” Makki shoveled a spoon of soup into his mouth.

“She actually likes him?” Matsukawa stared into Oikawa’s seat.

Hanamaki shrugged. “She knows how to play his game.”

Oikawa was at a loss. He was unable to find you for the rest of the school day. You never returned to the classroom after lunch, nor did he find you on his walk home.

Opening the front door of his house, he took his shoes off before dragging his feet to his room, not even closing his bedroom door, he fell onto his bed. The tips of his fingers lightly grazed his lips.

“What am I to her?” He mumbled.

He didn’t feel strange the day he kissed you. It was just a thing to do if he was being honest. But after you caught him kissing Akiko he feels remorseful. You haven’t spoken. Quite frankly, you kissing him made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

He felt agitated with himself over it all. He didn’t ruin anything by kissing you. You ruined everything by kissing him.

His heart raced at the thought of you kissing him again.

The next day Oikawa was at the school hurried to the front gates of the high school. His teammates had already harassed him, berated him with insults for leaving the gym immediately after practice for not helping clean up.

But today, he couldn’t risk missing you.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Forty.

The bell rang.

Class began in five minutes.

There was no physical way that he could’ve missed you. He was practically guarding the only entrance to Aoba Johsai High School.

With a defeated sigh he began to slowly walk towards his classroom. Taking up every second in case he misses you.

Freezing in his tracks he sees you. He can barely see your head over the height of the guy’s shoulder you’re making out with.

Oikawa’s eyes drifted to the door that wasn’t even 5 meters from where they stood.

Your arms slithered around the mystery guy’s neck.

“Oh hey!” Tōru suddenly walked forward. Hands in his uniform pockets, he teetered on his heels in anticipation for your reply.

You opened your eyes briefly to raise and eyebrow, but nothing. His stomach twisted at the sight.

Leaning forward he used his thumb to point down the hall before nodding. “Yanno, I’ve been wanting to talk to you since you decided to go kiss me yesterday. While I say I’m flattered-“

“Let’s go, Issei.”

Oikawa’s face automatically dropped as his teammate turned around. Matsun’s lips were slightly swollen, but it made the smirk on his lips catch Oikawa’s attention even more.

“Yeah, we wouldn't want to be late to class.” He followed your lead into the classroom. You looked at Oikawa like a stranger.

Matsukawa let your hand slip out of his as you entered the doorway.

“You’re missing out. She’s great.” He winked before walking into the classroom. Oikawa begrudgingly followed.

Oikawa’s knuckles began to turn white with how hard he was gripping the edge of his seat.

Two months of this.

Matsukawa Issei always made you sit on his left side so he could have his arm around you the entire time the two of you ate despite you being right handed. Oikawa thought it was inconsiderate.

Iwaizumi and Hanamaki were not by any means phased by this new profound relationship.

You giggled during lunch like some stereotypical joke if he said anything, puckering your lips for a kiss at any time.

You were in front of Oikawa Tōru, but acted like he wasn’t there. The days you decided to respond to something he said were short and polite, but oftentimes as if he were a ghost.

Tōru being Tōru, he didn’t let it show. He smiled, squeezing his hands under the table, the chair, picked at his cuticles, fiddled with his tie. Anything to appear somewhat normal. His confidence couldn’t waiver.

Oikawa’s leg started to bounce uncontrollably. Iwaizumi glanced over at his best friend but said nothing.

Cutting off Makki’s sentence, he abruptly rose from the table.

“Oi! Where are you going?”

“Jump serve.” Oikawa said with a wink and a wave of his hand before hurriedly walking towards the gymnasium.

It wasn’t long before his hand was bright red and stinging. Drenched in sweat the ball began to slip from his fingers. From throwing it into the air and the motion of spiking.

After five missed attempts, he kicked the now bouncing ball in frustration. “Fuck!” he yelled.

“You’re only gonna get worse at the sport if you keep doing that.”

Oikawa laid on the floor at the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice. Ignoring him with his eyes closed, he was startled to feel a searing pain on his nose, a volleyball dribbling away from him.

Sitting up, his hands grasped around his nose immediately. Warm liquid coated his hands.

“You broke my nose!”

“It’s an accident. Go to the nurse. It’s not like you’re trying to talk to any girls anytime soon, so it’s not like your looks matter.”

Oikawa struggled to his feet, now using his undershirt to block the blood.

“And why would that be?”

Iwaizumi lifted an eyebrow at his teammate, yet said nothing.

Oikawa’s face contorted as he began to sneer. “This is about me kissing Y/N isn’t it? Well isn’t she a bad friend for stirring up some shit after a silly little kiss? She can just play tag and then go fuck my teammate-”

“Watch yourself. Stop being an idiot. Just go confess and this will all be over.” His tone stayed flat.

“Oh! Everyone would love that, wouldn’t they! I don’t have feelings for her! You know what? She and Matsukawa can be together forever as long as I care. He was there for all of it and had the audacity to make out with her in front of the classroom we all had to go to. That’s a little shitty if you ask me.”

“Don’t be angry because he got her first. You obviously ruined your chance.” Iwaizumi said.

“I didn’t want a chance with her in the first place! Consider me kissing her a bet!” Every word said made his face burn.

“You all tell me I like her. I tell her you’re wrong. I kiss her to show absolutely nothing is going on in this head of mine.”

“A kiss to prove a point is shitty. Even a shitty person like you has got to realize that.”

Oh! So I’m the bad guy here! So she can go and act like a bitch-”

“Don’t you dare call her that-”

“Or what? Is she going to pretend like I don’t exist for two more months? Is she going to do that thing where she looks past me when she talks to me? I should’ve known why she had to be friends with all of you! It was a matter of time before she went from Matsun to Makki to you, Iwa-chan. Why else would she go to all of our games? She’s just waiting for the perfect time.” At this point he was yelling.

“I think it’s best that you don’t come around us anymore.” Iwaizumi said coldly. “You and your petty pride seem to be consuming you again.

Walking to a local hospital in front of the neighborhood, Oikawa’s practice shirt was now covered in blood.

“Tōru?” You appeared from nowhere, Matsukawa standing behind you.

“What happened to you?” It was the first time you looked at him in what felt like forever. Like a real, tangible person. It infuriated him.

“Get out of my way.” Your body didn’t budge. Instead you brought a hand to his face. In an attempt to gently grab it, but your hand was swatted away.

“Worry about yourself… More importantly, your boyfriend.” His glare turned into a soft smile before he dipped his head in a bow and proceeded his route.

“What’s your problem, man?” Matsukawa grabbed his arm.

“My problem is that your girlfriend isn’t a doctor or a nurse so there’s no way in hell she can fix this so I just thought she needed to leave me alone.” Oikawa yanked his arm away from his grasp.

Turning his back once more he heard.

“That’s your best friend you’re talking about. She cares about you.”

Oikawa froze in place, tilted his head to look at the sky.

“Is that so? I didn’t really think that was the case anymore.”

He finally continued his walk to the entrance of the hospital to hear a muffled cry behind him.

Matsukawa spent most nights at your house. Oftentimes not doing much of anything. Reading some books off your shelves or stealing this week's copy of the shonen jump from you since he refuses to buy it for himself.

Tonight was different.

You hadn’t stopped crying since the two of you got home. If he was being honest, it was quite horrible. Your overly-confident persona had vanished in the blink of an eye.

“I-I heard all of the mean things he said about me in the gym, Issei. I-I didn’t really think he meant all of it. H-he’s a-always had trouble with his emotions.” You barely managed to sob.

“I thought that if we talked it would be fine.”

Matsukawa said nothing as you cried on his chest. It’s been at least 7 hours of “it’s okay” and “I know”.

“Hey at least we have summer break after this week. Don’t worry.”

“Right. Don’t worry.” The sentence alone sent you into another spiral of sobs.

“Our plan didn’t work. He really didn’t want me.”

The first day back from summer break and Oikawa’s nose had healed almost perfectly. He hasn’t spoken a word to his friends unless it was for his role of captain. He now ate lunch in a hallway on the other side of school.

It had gotten to a point where he felt like he couldn’t look up and face his peers. He was going through the motions of being alive.

“Issei and I broke up.” Oikawa’s head snapped up to see you. His eyes quickly dropped down to his desk.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“We’re better off. I was wondering if-”

The school bell rang. Oikawa quickly rose from his desk and walked around you. Like you were nothing.

“He’ll come around.” You sighed as Matsukawa rested a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t think he will.” You clung your bag tightly to your chest before walking out of the classroom.

The only thing that Oikawa Tōru felt like he had now was volleyball. His performance seemed to be getting better as the season started.

Going against Kageyama Tobio seemed to fuel his ego once more.

But you started appearing at matches and practice games again. You always tried to talk to him after.

“You need to stop talking to me. We aren’t friends anymore. Copy?” You had Oikawa cornered on a side of the gym while the rest of the team was cleaning the gym.

“We’ve been best friends since we were three years old. I know you don’t mean it.” Your eyes began to gloss over, begging to the teenage boy that wouldn’t even glance at you.

“Obviously I do.”

“Then look at me when you speak to me, Tōru. Stop acting like your parents didn’t teach you manners while you’re at it.” You crossed your arms.

“We aren’t friends anymore. You’ve drained the life out of me since I decided to kiss you. Piss off.” Oikawa stared right at you as he enunciated every word.

A slap echoed through the room.

“You do not get to act like a stupid brat Oikawa Tōru! You’re the one who started this bullshit. If you weren’t such a whiny bitch and learned how to confess your feelings you wouldn’t be acting a fool right now! I have loved you for years and you kiss me like it’s some extracurricular joke to our friends? That’s right Tōru I said our! I’m not screwing all of them. I fake dated Issei over there to make you fess up but you’re too much of a damn coward. Heard you talking about going to Argentina after graduation? Well good fucking riddance Oikawa Tōru! I hate you! I never want to see you again!”

The team wearily looked at each other. Normally you would be embarrassed by acting out in public, but that didn’t even cross your mind at this point.

“You loved me back?” His words caught in his throat. You furiously wiped away your tears before stepping away.

“Not anymore. Why would I?” You began to back away from him.

“I love you. I’m so sorry.”

You dipped your head before walking out the door. The entire Aoba Johsai volleyball team was staring at Oikawa.

“It’s the weekend. Go home.” Oikawa grabbed his bag and walked out of the gym.

Outside of the school gates, you sat against the pillar with your head in your knees.

Oikawa quietly sat down next to you. Your body tensed.

“Go away.” You croaked.

“I’m sorry.” He brought a hand to your back, pulling you into his side.

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just be here.”

One by one, members of the volleyball team walked past the two of you. Some had bewildered expressions, his former friends glared or rolled their eyes. You didn't move from your position once.

“You said some pretty nasty things about me.” You whispered.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

“I wish you didn’t kiss me. It ruined how things were.”

“Mm.”

“You were easier to love from a distance where your feelings weren’t involved. I think you loved me more then than you could ever now. I miss it.”

“Do you hate me?”

No answer.

“Why are you leaving me? Why Argentina?”

“Volleyball.”

Silence.

“I wish you the best in life Tōru.” You finally looked at him. Your checks were splotchy. Your eyes were bloodshot, but still you flashed him such a beautiful smile. You attempted to get up, but Oikawa grabbed your arm. Staring straight ahead he said. “Don’t leave.”

You resumed your position next to him, choking back tears, you began to take deep breaths.

“Why did you date Mattsun? I get that the point that I tried to prove was bad, but that? That was so much worse.” He stared straight ahead. His question led you to pull your knees to your chest.

“It kind of started as an annoying thing to get back to you but..” You didn’t want to say anything, you already knew that you were in the wrong.

“Iwaizumi broke my nose over it. I get that I played dumb ‘n’ shit, but are you serious? I had to pick up slack and man up to pull you out of a relationship with my teammate? That’s insane.”

“Issei was just there for me. It was all for school, but we would just hang out outside of school, like friends do..”

Oikawa snorted. “Real likely. You get to slap me, tell me you hate me because I’m a coward that couldn’t ‘fess up? I was going to ‘fess up the day I saw the two of you making out outside the classroom, but it’s whatever, right.”

“I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on his forearm.

“Yeah, me too.” Oikawa rose from his feet once more. He froze in place for a second and left school grounds with his bag over his shoulder.

The next day at school, Oikawa acted better than he had ever since the initial “incident”.

You on the other hand came to school with a puffy face, causing the other students around you to point and gossip. Class went by, then lunch. Mattsukawa kept his distance from you though.

You ate lunch with the team, your face didn’t really leave your tray. Your seating arrangement left you face to face, but he acted like nothing. You hadn’t cried today, nor did you intend to. Oikawa continued to joke along with his friends, talking about this weekend’s game. The sadness from his voice had completely dissipated. The snuck a glance or two of his face, he looked perfectly fine.

As soon as you finished your food, you returned to your classroom

As the weeks passed it got easier sitting in front of him. You began to laugh along with him, but things that you once did, were no longer a part of your routine. You no longer walked home together, came to practices or matches, talked outside of school. You were still on good terms with the other members of the team, but you felt like you couldn’t spend time with them with Oikawa. If he wasn’t there it felt wrong.

On occasion Issei would walk you home, though he kept you at arms length. You made sure your conversations remained surface level. The first week he really pried about what happened between you and Tōru, but you walked away or pretended that you couldn’t hear him. Sometimes through tears.

You’ve even pulled away from other friends in your class.

Oikawa still showed nothing on his face.

You felt so stagnant in your life over everything that happened and he moved on so simply.

“I think you should talk to her.” Iwaizumi walked alongside his best friend to his house.

“I do, everyday,” Oikawa replied.

“I mean, really talk to her. You can tell she’s hurting.”

“Why? It’s been four months since then, I’m sure she’s been sensible enough to move on.” He slung his hands in his pockets.

“She doesn’t talk to us anymore. She pulled away from her girl friends, she quit going to her club. I just think that she’ll listen to you. Despite the circumstances.”

“Listen, Iwa-chan. We graduate in two months. It’s all redundant at this point.”

“So redundant that you blatantly turn away all of your fangirls. Even you’re acting out of character.”

“Too much has happened to go back to how things were. She pushed through and persevered. She still eats lunch with us instead of running off. If there was something wrong with her she would’ve disappeared or some shit.”

“But you know that isn’t her.”

“I guess I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Well I know that if you don’t fix things, you’ll be wallowing in self-pity in Argentina. If you actually go, of course.”

“I won’t.”

The two went their separate ways.”

The next day at lunch Oikawa attempted to talk to you more during lunch. You quickly made sure the conversations ceased. But Oikawa is persistent.

Without finishing your food, you excused yourself from the table. Oikawa quickly chased after you.

Grabbing your arm, you turned to face him.

“What do you think you’re doing, Oikawa?” You hissed. Your eyes were beginning to water.

“Are you crying?” He raised a hand to touch your face, but you quickly slapped it away.

“I had everything under control, all you have to do is graduate and leave and it’ll all be over!” You hissed.

“You don’t mean that, do you?” He had an iron grasp on your arm as you kept attempting to yank it away.

“Yes! I can’t stand sitting across from your stupid face everyday at lunch! It drives me insane! I can’t get over what happened and you act happier than ever! It stings, Tōru! It’s like I never mattered to you! Like I was some accessory that you wore when it was convenient for you. Convenient to kiss and then go kiss another girl behind the gym the next day! Convenient because I love you and you don’t feel the ache I do! Only an insane person can cover that up and act like nothing.”

Tears were streaming down your face now. Oikawa walked away, you slid against the wall, holding your face in your hands. Surely word would go around the school again about you and Tōru. You were just a girl who everyone was glad got out of the way.

Minutes later you were hoisted up. Oikawa smiled down on you, your school bag on his shoulder.

“I think we should skip school today.” He guided you outside of the school gates and began walking towards his home.

He held your hand as he walked ahead of you.

“My parents aren’t home right now, so don’t worry about them calling your dad.”

You didn’t say anything.

The two of you entered his room. It was kept perfectly, per usual. He went ahead of you, sitting on his bed, he patted beside him. You sat down.

You studied the cracks in the floorboard at your feet.

“I have been really sad. About us you know? It feels like a part of me is… gone. I kept face at school because I thought it was the right thing to do. To make it easier. I cried at home. Not a lot, but I did. Any time I felt like I needed to cry, I practiced. It made it easier. I know that we share the same friends, but I didn’t want it to be as if everyone was against you or on sides. I understand that I’m moody, but I didn’t want it to affect you negatively, but I guess it did. I’m really sorry. Graduation is coming up soon and I don’t know what I’m trying to say here, but I do care. I’ve been negligent of our friendship and I’m sorry” He held his hands tightly on his lap.

Silence.

“I think I’ve loved you since we were in the sixth grade. You were just always so pretty and you always knew how to put me in my place. That was the year that you baked a lot of milk bread at home. That’s why it’s my favorite. It just reminds me of you. I just knew that I could never be without you. I didn’t want to do anything to take that away. And then I did-”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Oikawa.”

“We can-” He turned abruptly towards you.

“We can’t go back to how things were.” Your eyes met his. Puffy-faced, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“But, I love you!” He begged quietly.

“It doesn’t have to be like before, it can be the future we should have had. We can be together if we both give it a shot. Please… Y/N…” He begged, holding your hands in his.

“You’re going to Argentina, Tōru.” You placed a hand on his cheek as a tear streamed down.

“So?” His voice cracked. “We’ll make it work. Being with you will trump all of it. I can’t leave Japan without trying.” His bottom lip quivered.

“I can’t, we can’t-”

“I’m sorry!” He cried. In all the years you’ve known Oikawa Tōru, you have never seen him like this. His body was trembling. His face was as white as a sheet, head down, his tears fell on his comforter.

You lifted his face towards yours.

“I’ve missed you.” You looked at him lovingly.

“I’ve missed you so much. It’s not even like you’re there at school. It feels so empty. Practice and games feel so empty. I-I missed you, Y/N.”

You wiped his tears before pulling him into a hug. He clung to you tightly, as if his life may depend on it.

“I’m sorry too.” You whispered. “I wasn’t very good about things either. I guess we’re a lot alike. I love you, Tōru.”

The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a moment.

“Can we try?” He whispered.

“Yeah.” You said faintly. “We can.”

He pulled away from you. He gave you a small smile.

“I’m glad.”

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keichan · 2 years

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Furdate sensei gave me crumbs to work with today 😭 haven’t written anything since October but I feel inspired

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keichan · 2 years

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Firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A collections of firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A/N:

I’ve had the idea of this story in my drafts forever now, but I sat down yesterday and finally brought it to life! I have never wrote for Sakusa before, but I hope that you guys enjoy my personification of him!

word count: 7.2k!

warnings: vomiting, nsfw content that will be italicized, swearing?

Please interact with this story! I’m restarting my blog back up and I lost a lot of moots! Send me asks and whatnot!

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keichan · 3 years

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サポートをくれてありがとうございます!

I am insanely depressed and I keep forgetting I have this blog. Haven’t been active in two months lol. Need to stop making promises that I’ll be more active and update on the reg

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OMG PLS WRITE A FOLLOW UP BUT FOR THE LOVE OF LITERALLY ANYTHING DON’T MAKE THE ENDING SAD </3 ::::(((((

I'll definitely write it! What's really funny about this story though is that it literally happened to me in California two weeks ago lolol and right now I don't have a happy ending (:

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keichan · 3 years

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Parting Ways

If one person tells me to write a follow up, I will.

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“I don’t think we should talk after this.” Your body froze as Iwaizumi’s grip around the steering wheel tightened. The fry you were eating rested on your lips for a couple seconds before you resumed eating.

“If that’s what you want, then so be it.”

“You know that isn’t what I want. You know that we can’t do long distance. You know it won’t work.” He gripped under the wheel as he turned towards the exit to your terminal.

“What do you want me to say?” You continued to eat, staring at the dashboard. This conversation needed to happen so much sooner. Time is moving too fast. You don’t want to leave him. You don’t want to go home.

“No, Y/N. What do you think I want?”

“I think you want to go for it. I think you want to try and make it work. I know our timing has never been right Hajime, but-”

“No, Y/N.” He repeated. “That is an absolutely horrible idea and you know it. We both do. Why would we do that when we’ll resent each other when it won’t work out?”

“Right.” Was the only word that you could manage. Crumbling the fast food bag in front of you, you placed it in the backseat, pulling your backpack to your chest. The car subtly lulled to a stop.

Getting out, you placed the bag on your shoulder, watching Hajime slowly get out of the car and walking towards you. His eyes struggled to look up and meet yours. You hugged him. The side of your face pressing against his, you pulled away, expecting a parting kiss, but instead his arms fell to his side and he stared at the ground.

“Message me when your flight lands. Bye.”

You watch as he silently strides to his car. Sitting in the driver's seat he fumbles with his phone. You didn’t feel happy nor sad. It felt right. It was timing. Why would you date him when you live in Japan and he lives in California.

You hung your head low as you made your way into LAX.

#Iwaizumi #Iwaizumi Hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwa #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #hajime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #iwaizumi angst

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October

You and Sugawara Koushi have been RAs at your university for the last three years. Though it’s easy to say that the two of you have never gotten along well. Follow the course of your senior year at Miyagi University.

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, american style college au (though set in Japan)

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“Where is everyone?” You wondered aloud. You nervously fiddled with your hands in the sleeves of your yukata. Yourself and the other RAs were supposed to go to the neighborhood’s fall matsuri. Even Sugawara was late. He was typically thirty minutes early to most things.

“Y/N-san!” Kaori stumbled up to you. Her sandals were noticeably too large for her feet. You chuckled at the sight as you waved her over to your side.

“I’m not sure where the others are. I saw Koushi talking to some girl, I think it’s his girlfriend-” The words were pouring from her mouth so quickly that her words seemed to slur together. You rolled your eyes so hard that if it were possible, they’d fall out of your head.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” You cut her off. “Let’s go.” You turned on your heel towards the rows of booths.

“Well.” She grabbed your sleeve. Glancing at her, her eyes darted behind her.

“Yuki and I are actually going to split from the group. We assumed more people would be here.” She gently bent her knees as she lowered her head in apology. You forced a smile on your lips before giving Kaori a slight thumbs up.

Holding your own hands under your sleeve you began to walk the rows of vendors. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest no one else that you knew was in your sight. Your petty pride knew that you were going to remain at the festival until fireworks began. Getting ready today took too much effort just to leave early.

“Where have you been?” Sugawara came bantering towards you. Kouji and Megumi in tow. You internally flinched upon seeing them. You can’t think of the last time you saw the two of them. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you lumbered towards them, hand tilted upwards in a small wave.

“I know you wouldn’t miss out on this, you’ve always loved matsuri!”

You nodded nervously at him before darting your eyes to your former friends once more in a brief acknowledgement. Their heads turned away from you almost immediately.

“Koushi we’re gonna go somewhere else. We’ll see you around.” Without another word, Kouji grabbed Megumi’s hand and walked towards a kakigōri vendor. Despite the ache you felt in your chest, you couldn’t help but spare a small smile. They’re still the same.

Sugawara’s head turned rapidly between the three of you. He didn’t think that they would dip.

“Kaori said you were with your girlfriend earlier?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“No no, but this girl gave me her LINE. Dunno if I’ll message her though. I’m too busy with the application for the teaching program right now.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Such a scholar, Sugawara.”

“You know me.” He shrugged.

“Do you know why they left?” Your eyes trailed the backs of Megumi and Kouji.

“You know…” Sugawara looked at you, head slightly tilted. With a deep sigh you already knew that they weren’t over freshman year.

You nodded slowly, dodging eye contact from him. The sun was starting to set.

“I think I’m going to go home.” Without another word you walked in the other direction. When you rounded the corner, you broke into a sprint. Narrowly avoiding crowds of people, you made it to the outskirts of the booths.

Looking straight ahead, you didn’t realize that there was a gap in the bricked road and you fell. Immediately your hands and knees burnt, more importantly, your ankle had a throbbing pain. You drastically looked around for someone to help you, but the crowds were moving by as if you didn’t exist.

Bracing yourself to rise to your feet, you felt a hand on your back.

“Why are you always so reckless?” Sugawara asked. You began to cry. It just had to be him.

“Woah, woah, it’s okay. C’mon let's get up.” He turned your wrist up, your palms were covered with blood. Your eyes switched from left to right, tears blurring everything in sight. You quickly let your hands fall at your side, your sleeves covering the scrapes.

You nodded at him in thanks, taking a step forward, you fell towards the ground once more. A cry escaped your lips. Your body stopped inches from the ground.

Sugawara caught you.

“Come on, let’s go home.” His face was a few mere inches from yours. If you weren’t a sobbing mess, you probably would’ve punched him. Pulling you to a standing position, he used his palm to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. His eyes studied the features of your face, while you stared at the tree branches swaying behind him.

“I think they’ll forgive you if you talk to them.” His hand finally rested on your shoulder.

“I mean you haven’t and I have to talk to you everyday.” You finally made eye contact with the grey-haired man in front of you.

“That’s not true. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“Then why are you so rude to me? It’s as if it is your personal mission to make me hate my college experience. It’s like you’re sabotaging my happiness every opportunity you get! Listen! I understand I should’ve listened to you our freshman year and I’m sorry for that! I tried to change everything that I am after that and that’s enough. I just don’t-” Your voice cracked.

“I just don’t understand what you want from me anymore.” Tears began to pool in your eyes once more.

“What do I have to do to not dread your presence everywhere I go? What do I have to do to have my best friend back from three years ago? Do I need a time machine to make everyone not hate me? You messily wiped at your eyes with your sleeve.

“I don’t hate you. Hop on my back, I’ll carry you to the dorm.” He spoke to the ground before he turned and bent down. You silently obliged. Resting your head on his shoulder, neither of you spoke a word the thirty minute walk back to campus.

“Hey everyone! Thank you for coming to our movie night this evening! We have some American horror movies set up for this evening. We have four playing in a row. Feel free to come and go as much as you’d like, invite your friends from other floors. Y/N and I will be here!” Excitement rang in Sugawara’s voice. It has been roughly a week since either of you have spoken to each other.

Even in your shared class the two of you worked on your applications in complete and utter silence.

You looked up at him. His hair was thrown up in a top knot, smiling brightly as he continued his spiel to the residents. You felt your body sink into the beanbag.

You felt like you could cry at any given moment. The first round of finals had just passed and you submitted your application for the university’s teaching program for the spring. Your laptop sat on your lap. The heat emitted from it, slightly burning your thighs.

The lights of the lounge dimmed.

Clicking open a window, you reopened your application. Your eyes scanned through the files. Your resume. Your transcript. Your essay. You failed to realize the lights had dimmed and the movie had started. You felt something press against your shoulder.

“I’m almost done with mine. Have you already sent yours in?” Your body shuddered as Sugawara’s cheek rested against your arm.

You didn’t say anything. Your hands froze above your keyboard, fingers slightly twitching, before placing them gently back down on the keys.

“I’m sure I’ll make the cut.”

“I’m sure we both will.” Sugawara reached his hand to your mousepad, brushing over your hands, he scrolled through the files. Your chest felt tight. You knew he physically couldn’t but it felt as if he were leaning closer and closer into your body.

Before you knew it, you slammed your laptop shut and rose off the couch, looking back at him, his face did not share the same glow that it did not even ten minutes. He looked absolutely exhausted.

“Why.” The single word escaped his lips. The other students around you were drawn into the film. They didn’t even bother looking over at the interaction that the two of you were experiencing. The light covered his face in an odd way as a woman’s scream emitted from the television behind you.

He closed his eyes for a long moment before resting his arm on the side of the couch. Training his eyes on the screen behind you. Hugging your laptop to your chest, eyes switching between him and the screen, your feet carried you to the front of the lounge.

The deadline for the application was two days. Two weeks until the announcement of who earns a spot in the program.

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