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𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

“𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.”

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Secret flings but what happens when someone wants more

WC. 1.7k

A/N. Literally came back just to write about my sneaky link right now. Listened to August and cried because everything relates too hard, and we met in August. When he breaks my heart I'm gonna come back with mad angsty one shots.

Had to do a remake cause the other was atrocious.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The night swirled with energy, a symphony of laughter and music filling the air. Y/N stood amidst the pulsating crowd, her gaze drawn to one figure in particular—Oikawa. He moved with effortless grace, the center of attention wherever he went. The charismatic figure around whom the energy of the gathering seemed to revolve.

She had heard about him before, seen him from afar in the hallways of their school, and watched his volleyball games where his presence commanded attention like a magnet pulling in metal. Tonight, however, was the first time they had exchanged more than passing glances.

Their eyes met, and a spark ignited between them. Y/N's heart raced as Oikawa made his way over, his smile like a beacon in the dimly lit room.

"Hey there," he greeted, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Hi," Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing at his attention.

They fell into conversation easily, the rest of the party fading into the background as they shared stories and laughed together. It felt like they had known each other for years, their connection instant and undeniable.

But as the night wore on, their words flowed more freely, the connection between them deepening with each shared laugh and whispered confession. By the time the early hours of morning approached, Y/N found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't quite explain.

As the last guests began to filter out and the house grew quieter, Oikawa turned to her with a smile that seemed to hold a promise. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But the pull of Oikawa's charm was too strong to resist, and she nodded in agreement.

They found themselves outside, the night air cool against their skin as they walked together, the silence between them filled with an unspoken tension. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.

When they finally reached a secluded spot, Oikawa turned to her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within her.

In that moment, all doubts vanished, replaced by a hunger she couldn't deny. They stumbled into each other's arms, the passion between them burning brighter with each touch, each whispered endearment.

But as the sun rose on a new day, reality intruded upon their moment of bliss. Y/N watched as Oikawa's expression shifted, his features clouding with uncertainty.

"We should keep this between us," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "It's better that way, don't you think?"

But beneath the surface, Y/N felt the weight of their secret bearing down on her. She longed for something more, something real, but she was too afraid to voice her desires, too afraid of losing what little she had with Oikawa.

Y/N nodded, her heart sinking with a heaviness she couldn't shake. She knew what he meant - they were just two people caught up in the heat of the moment, nothing more.

And yet, despite the ache in her chest, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. So they agreed to keep their encounters a secret, their friendship blossoming even as their relationship remained hidden from the world.

Their hangouts were filled with laughter and excitement, each moment tinged with the thrill of forbidden desire. Whether they were exploring hidden gems in the city, sharing late-night snacks at a deserted diner, or simply losing themselves in each other's company, Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

But as the night waned and she returned home alone, the guilt crept in like a shadow, casting a pall over the euphoria of their time together. She couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in the wake of their passionate encounters, a nagging doubt that whispered to her in the darkness.

Why did she give herself like that so easily? She felt like a slut.

"Why do you keep coming back?" Oikawa asked one night, his brow furrowed with confusion as they lay entwined beneath the stars.

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with a thousand unspoken truths. "I don't know," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

But in reality, she knew the answer all too well. She craved the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter echoing in her ears. She longed to be wanted, to feel desired in a way that transcended the confines of secrecy and shame.

And yet, she couldn't bring herself to voice the depths of her longing, to lay bare the vulnerability that lay hidden beneath her carefully constructed facade. So instead, she remained silent, her heart heavy with the weight of unsaid words, aching for a love she feared she would never find.

But as the weeks turned into months, Y/N found herself yearning for more. She watched as Oikawa flirted with other girls, his laughter ringing out across crowded rooms, and felt a pang of jealousy that she couldn't suppress.

One night, as they lay tangled together in the darkness, Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. "Do you ever think about us?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Oikawa was silent for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns against her skin. "I'm glad we're not anything serious," he finally said, his tone casual. "I've seen too many relationships crash and burn. We're better off just chilling, don't you think?"

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling with a pain she couldn't articulate. She forced a smile, nodding in agreement even as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"It's nice to just chill, you know?" he said casually, his words like a knife to her heart.

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, her heart sinking at his words. She forced a smile, nodding in agreement, but inside, she was crumbling.

The weight of her emotions grew heavier with each passing day, until it felt like she was drowning in a sea of unspoken truths.

"I just don't understand why you keep putting yourself through this," one of them said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping as she struggled to find the words to explain. "I know it's not ideal, but there's something between us, something I can't quite let go of."

"But he's treating you like nothing serious," another friend interjected, her tone harsh. "You deserve so much better than being someone's dirty little secret."

But Y/N couldn't find the words to explain the ache in her heart, the fear of rejection that held her back. She winced at the words, knowing deep down that they were true. But the thought of walking away from Oikawa, from the connection they shared, was too painful to bear.

"I just wish you could see yourself the way we see you," her friend continued, her voice softening. "You're worth so much more than this."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she stared down at her hands, the weight of their words pressing down on her like a lead weight. She knew they were right, knew that she deserved better than what Oikawa was offering.

Her friends exchanged exasperated looks, their patience wearing thin. "You're being stupid," another friend chimed in. "You need to get out of this mess before it destroys you completely."

But for Y/N, leaving wasn't so simple. Despite the pain, despite the heartache, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something worth fighting for. As much as she wanted to walk away. She would rather have this connection with him than risk losing him.

It was August, the summer break was coming to an end.As they lay together beneath a blanket of stars, that Y/N finally found the courage to speak her truth.

"I can't do this anymore," she cried, her voice raw with pain. "I can't be someone's secret."

Oikawa was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light. And then, with a sigh, he nodded in resignation. "I knew this would happen," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

The words sharp and cutting as they circled each other like predators in a hunt. Y/N could feel the tension crackling in the air, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both.

"Why do you keep coming back if it makes you so unhappy?" Oikawa demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

Y/N's heart clenched at the accusation, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his words. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't help it."

But even as she spoke the words, she knew they were a lie. She could help it - she just didn't want to. She craved the fleeting moments of joy, the stolen glances and whispered confessions that made her feel alive in a way she had never known before.

And yet, beneath the surface, a storm raged within her, tearing at the seams of her carefully constructed facade. She was tired of hiding, tired of pretending that their relationship was something it wasn't. She wanted more

As the tears welled in her eyes, Y/N knew that she couldn't keep up the charade any longer. She had to be honest - with him, with herself - even if it meant risking everything she had ever known.

"Feelings and emotions got caught in the way. I'm sorry."he said quietly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

With those words, their fragile bond shattered like glass. And in that moment, Y/N realized that she had never truly been alone - that he had always known the truth, even when she couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud. But now, as she stood on the precipice of her own liberation, she knew that she could no longer hide behind the facade of their secret love.

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minarixx · 8 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✯ 𝐀.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

"𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙨."

PAIRING. Ex-Husband!Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst!!, Sexual Content, Vaginal sex, Protected sex, Adultery, swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), usage of the nickname ‘Baby’, nickname, Vanilla,

Y/N grapples with an anguishing cycle of reuniting and parting ways with her ex-husband, Atsumu. Despite divorcing and attempting to move on, their magnetic pull keeps drawing them back into each other's arms. Y/N's struggle to break free from this toxic pattern intensifies until she faces a gut-wrenching truth: the cycle may never end.

WC. 4.9k

A/N. Inspired by Lorelai and Christopher from Gilmore Girls. One scene inspired by Little Women. Changed my theme. Haven't written a smut in a hot minute, hope you enjoyed. Not proofread

WARNING. Minors DNI

The golden rays of the morning sun filter through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across your bedroom. As you stretch and yawn, a tinge of anticipation tingles within you. It's a new beginning, a fresh chapter, a chance to finally leave behind the turbulent past that has held you captive for far too long. But as much as you try to convince yourself that today is different, a persistent whisper of doubt lingers at the edges of your thoughts.

The scent of freshly bloomed roses filled the air as you opened a window to greet the sun. Your heart, however, was anything but calm. The wedding was mere days away, and doubts gnawed at your thoughts like a persistent whisper. The man by your side, gentle and understanding, seemed to be the epitome of everything you ever wanted. But why did your heart continue to waver?

As you looked at his smiling face on your phone, you couldn't help but recall the tumultuous journey that brought you here. Atsumu, your ex-husband, still lingered in the corners of your mind. The father of your child and the keeper of countless memories, he was a force you thought you'd escaped. Yet, like the tides that return to the shore, he kept coming back into your life.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything around you. Your thoughts wandered, tracing back to those moments with Atsumu. The magnetic pull between you two was undeniable, even after the bitterness of divorce. The way his lips touched yours, as if every kiss was a bittersweet promise of what once was. It was a dance you couldn't escape, no matter how hard you tried.

But you swore to yourself that you would not fall back into his arms. The cycle had to end. The pattern of coming together and then falling apart was a poison that had seeped into your veins for far too long. You had a new chance at happiness, a fresh beginning with a man who adored you. You had a child to think of, to protect from the storm of your past mistakes.

Despite your best intentions, the pattern persisted—new men would come into your life, each one kind, attentive, and eager to show you the love you deserved. They would sweep you off your feet with their affection, their promises of a brighter future, and their genuine efforts to mend the pieces of your wounded heart. You would let yourself believe, if only for a moment, that this time it could be different.

But the echo of Atsumu's touch lingered in your memory, and each time you gave in to the lure of someone new, you found yourself inevitably drawn back into his orbit. It was a dance of desire and despair, a tug-of-war between your longing for what once was and your determination to move forward.

No matter who or what, heated passionate nights were spent with Atsumu. In those moments, it felt like you were defying the past, proving that you were capable of experiencing love and intimacy once again. But as dawn broke, reality would seep in, leaving you alone in the tangled sheets, the remnants of a whispered promise hanging in the air.

Morning after morning, you would awaken to find his side of the bed vacant, a hollow emptiness that mirrored the recurring ache in your heart. He had a way of slipping away without a trace, leaving you with unanswered questions and a sense of abandonment that cut deep. It was as if he was a mirage, a figment of your imagination, haunting you until the next time he would reappear.

The aftermath of those stolen nights left you raw and vulnerable. It was a cycle you couldn't escape, a cycle that played out like a broken record, each refrain a reminder of your unhealed wounds. You would retreat into yourself, nursing your heartache, vowing that this would be the last time. But when he inevitably reappeared, all your resolve would crumble in the face of his familiar presence.

The constant push and pull between you two had become a toxic addiction, one you knew you needed to break free from. You had tasted the sweetness of a new beginning, felt the warmth of someone else's arms around you, but the pull of your shared history was an anchor you couldn't seem to release. It was as if the gravity of your past was too strong to resist, and no matter how hard you tried, you found yourself falling back into the same patterns

The divorce came with its fair share of heartache and tears, but you shared something that could never truly be severed – your daughter. The piece of your love that remained intact, a beacon of hope that someday you both could find happiness beyond the wreckage of your marriage.

But as the years passed, you found yourself caught in a web of emotions that you couldn't escape. Every attempt to move on ultimately led you back to Atsumu. It was as if a magnetic force drew you together, your bodies intertwining with a familiarity that bordered on painful. The pull was stronger than your will, a constant battle between your heart and your mind.

Then, when you least expected it, another man entered your life. His name was Futakuchi Kenji, and he brought with him a sense of joy and stability that you had been craving for years. His love was patient, his laughter infectious, and his presence brought a sense of calm to the chaos within you. With him, you thought you had finally found the solace you needed, a love that could mend the broken pieces of your heart.

Yet, the excitement that had once consumed you was now mingled with uncertainty. The dress fits perfectly, the flowers are exquisite, but an invisible cloud hangs over you. Are you truly ready to say goodbye to the echoes of yesterday, to the tumultuous love that has both lifted you and shattered you?

You stand before the mirror, your reflection a mixture of hope and apprehension. Your fingers brush over the delicate lace of your dress, and you wonder if you're making the right choice. Your daughter’s laughter echoes in your ears, a reminder of the little girl who deserves a happy family. You close your eyes, willing yourself to find the strength to move forward, to embrace the happiness that is within reach.

You had fought against the tide of doubt and uncertainty, working to convince yourself that this new beginning was what you truly desired. The doubts had quieted, your heart finding solace in the tender moments you shared with your soon-to-be husband. Yet, the memories of Atsumu remained, woven into the fabric of your history like an indelible thread.

It was on a night when the stars were hidden behind a blanket of clouds that you heard a soft knock on your door. The hour was late, the world outside enveloped in a gentle darkness. Your heart quickened as you approached the door, your senses tingling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

As the door swung open, there he stood. Atsumu. His silhouette was framed by the faint glow of streetlights, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Time seemed to stretch, the years between you collapsing into a single heartbeat.

"Atsumu," you breathed, your voice betraying a surge of emotions you had worked so hard to bury.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came forth. Instead, he took a hesitant step closer, the tension between you palpable in the air.

"I... I needed to see you," he finally managed to say, his voice a mere whisper that carried the weight of years of history.

Your heart raced, conflicted emotions swirling within you. The memories of passion and pain warred within your mind, a reminder of the intricate dance you had shared with him. You opened your mouth to speak, to demand an explanation for his sudden appearance, but the words caught in your throat.

He seemed to sense the turmoil within you, his gaze growing more intense as if he were trying to read the very depths of your soul. The silence between you was a canvas upon which all the unsaid words of your past could be painted.

"I know I've hurt you," he finally said, his voice trembling. "I know I've left you alone, time and time again. But I couldn't stay away any longer."

The vulnerability in his eyes struck a chord within you, resonating with the parts of your heart that had never fully let go. You felt the walls you had built over the years begin to crack, the defenses you had erected threatening to crumble.

"You can't keep doing this, Atsumu," you whispered, your voice laden with a mixture of longing and resignation. "We've been down this road before. It's not fair to me, to us."

He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that I've regretted everything. The pain I've caused you, the choices I've made. And now, seeing you on the brink of a new chapter, it's like a knife twisting in my chest."

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, torn between the memories that tied you together and the desire to finally break free from the cycle of heartache. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, a reminder of the past that had never truly let go.

"I can't keep living in the shadow of our history," you said, your voice wavering with emotion. "I deserve a chance at happiness, Atsumu.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch your cheek, but he stopped himself before making contact. The distance between you felt both vast and minuscule, a reflection of the complex emotions that had defined your relationship.

The world outside was still and quiet, as if it, too, was holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of your story to unfold. The weight of your shared history, the moments of passion and pain, seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken secret.

And then, as if the universe itself had conspired to intervene, the words slipped from Atsumu's lips, a fragile plea that shattered the fragile equilibrium you had forged.

"Don't marry him," he said, his voice a hushed whisper that reverberated through the room, carrying with it a mixture of desperation and sincerity.

You pulled away slightly, your gaze meeting his, the raw vulnerability in his eyes cutting through the layers you had built around your heart. The words hung in the air, a delicate thread connecting you both, threatening to unravel the careful tapestry of your new beginning.

"Why?" you questioned, your voice barely more than a breath as you sought to understand the depths of his plea.

His eyes bore into yours, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing within them. "You know why."

The answer lay in the unspoken truths that had always lingered between you, the wounds that had never fully healed. But facing those truths meant confronting the painful memories and the reasons you had let go in the first place.

"No, no, stop it," you said, your voice shaking as you fought against the pull of his words. "Atsumu, you're being mean. Stop it, stop it."

His gaze held yours, unrelenting and intense. "I'm not trying to be mean, Y/N. I'm trying to be honest. For once."

His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the fears and uncertainties you had been grappling with. It was as if he had stripped away the layers of pretense, laying bare the complicated emotions that had always been at the core of your connection.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, your heart a tangled mess of conflicting desires. The years of pain and longing had etched themselves onto your soul, and Atsumu's presence brought them all rushing back to the surface.

"You can't just appear like this and disrupt everything," you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You can't ask me to question everything I've built."

His expression softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to a tenderness that mirrored the Atsumu you had once known. "I'm not asking you to question everything. I'm asking you to question whether you're truly happy, whether this is what you want."

The words seemed to hang in the air, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of your decisions. The room was a cocoon, shielding you both from the outside world, as if time itself had frozen, allowing you to confront the emotions that had been bubbling beneath the surface for years.

You looked at him, your eyes tracing the contours of his face—the familiar lines, the small imperfections, the memories etched into his features. His gaze held yours, patient and understanding, as if he recognized the turmoil within you and was willing to bear the weight of it alongside you.

"I don't even know anymore," you admitted, your voice a fragile thread woven from a tapestry of doubts and longings. "I thought I did, but now... everything feels muddled all because you're still here, Atsumu. But i've made my choice"

Atsumu's gaze was unwavering, his eyes a canvas that painted a portrait of his longing and regret. In that moment, you saw the depths of his soul laid bare, the vulnerability he had always hidden beneath a façade of bravado. The years seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a timeless embrace.

As you met his gaze, a mixture of uncertainty and desire swirled within you. The memories of the past were like a tide, pulling you back into a dance you had known too well. But this moment was different—it was a crossroads, a pivotal point that could lead to either heartache or redemption.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, a touch that sent a shiver through your entire being. Slowly, his thumb traced a path along your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His touch was a whisper, a wordless declaration of the emotions that flowed between you.

And then, as if following an invisible script written by fate, Atsumu's lips met yours—a tender caress that held all the weight of years gone by. The kiss was a delicate dance, a symphony of past and present, a melody that spoke of pain and longing, hope and redemption.

His lips were a promise, a promise of a love that had never truly left, a love that had always been woven into the fabric of your existence. The kiss was a testament to the unspoken words that had always lingered between you, the emotions that had been too complex to articulate.

As his lips moved against yours, the sensations were both familiar and new, a reminder of the passion that had once consumed you both. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken apologies and silent forgiveness, a kiss that held the weight of all the times you had come close and then pulled away.

In that moment, you felt a rush of emotions—the ache of the past, the uncertainty of the present, and the possibility of a future rewritten. The kiss was a bridge, connecting all the fragments of your shared history, reminding you of the love that had been both your salvation and your downfall.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sensation of Atsumu's lips against yours, the heat of his touch searing into your very soul.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest like a captive bird. Atsumu's gaze held yours, a mixture of vulnerability and hope shining within them. It was a gaze that laid bare his heart, his desires, and his willingness to confront the demons of your shared history.

The silence that followed was a canvas upon which all the unspoken words of the years could be painted. The room was pregnant with possibility, a testament to the choices that lay ahead. And as you looked at Atsumu, the man who had once held your heart, you realized that this moment was a turning point—a point where the past and the future converged, where old wounds could finally find their healing.

With a soft exhale, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his once again.

How can you resist him, when he makes you feel so good? When he’s giving you butterflies?

How can you resist him, when he’s kissing you like you and him are the only people in the world right now.

How can you resist him, when he always knows your sweet spots? When he always knows how to make you moan his name?

How can you resist him, when you’re still always drawing back to him?

Atsumu let out a soft groan, he pushed his hands up your shirt. But before he continued he asked., “Where’s our daughter?”

“She's at my mom’s house.” You looked up at him. He forms a big jerk smile on his lips as he continues his actions. He smashed his lips onto you as he moved up the stairs, pressing kisses along your exposed neck and shoulders. He opened the door and rested you on the bed. This has become such a cycle that he didn't even need directions to the master bedroom. He leaned down to turn on the lights and threw off his jacket. You kicked off your slippers and got on your knees to crawl to the edge of the bed.

You reached for the hem of his black shirt and pulled it up, “Your body still hasn't changed.” You said, staring at the familiar body you always seemed to end up under.

He kissed you again, now rushed and sloppy, gripping the skin of your ass. He laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you. He let go slowly biting your swollen lips before he kissed down your neck, sucking and leaving bruises along your collarbone and the top of your chest. He reveled in the soft moans he managed to get out of you, sounding so angelic.

He lifted your nightgown off you leaving you with only your panties, staring at your bare chest. He brushed over your nipple with the pads of his thumb, squeezing it before putting it in his mouth, sucking and licking on it while his hand groped the other one. you squirmed around letting out soft moans of pleasure.

"You always liked getting your tits played with," he smirked. You bite your lips and nod your head. Of course he knew, he knew everything about you.

Through your panties, he pressed his thumb on your clit drawing out small whimpers from you. He moved his fingers down your clothed slit, cocky smirk on his face “Baby you are soaked." he chuckled. "Tsumu please." you whimpered. "Please what? tell me what you want" he continued rubbing you through your panties. "Please make me feel good." you whispered, embarrassed. He hooked his fingers through the lace, pulling it down and throwing it on the bedroom floor.

He got down between your legs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Lining kisses down your thigh and stopping just before your entrance, sucking on your thighs leaving marks. He always loved to leave bite marks. He looked up at you.

“Let me make you feel good, to remind you that no man knows your body like I do.” He moved his head back down and started sucking and licking your clit like he hadn't eaten in days, he was sloppy with it.

Noises filled the air and you felt dirty. You wanted to feel bad for fucking your ex husband days before your wedding yet the only thing on your mind was Atsumu.

“Atsumu!” you cried out, closing your eyes and gripping on his blonde hair. “Look at me baby, please" he said, stopping his action. You followed his instructions but the eye contact and the stimulation was sending you over the edge.

"fuck Tsumu im so close!" you whined. He just continued working his tongue over you while you pulled on his platinum blonde hair. You felt the familiar sensation in your lower body.

Atsumu licked up every last drop from your cunt. "You ready for more baby?" he asked, pushing his middle and ring finger past your folds, reaching further than yours ever could. "S-so good" you said trying to push the words out of yourself. He curled them inside you, rubbing against your walls, hitting the perfect spots inside you.

He leaned down and kissed you, tongue immediately in your mouth. “I think you're prepared enough.” he eased his boxers down off his hips and dick sprung out from the waistband. He got off the bed to grab and get his pants. Atsumu fumbled with the pocket, rushing to grab his wallet, in it was a picture of your daughter and you. He got out a condom packet and went back to his previous action.

He ripped the wrapper open and pushed the condom down his length and hovered on top of you, your arms finding their place around his neck bringing him closer. “Atsumu.” He lined his tip up with your hole and gently pushed himself inside you. He was stretching you out so good, the pain mixed with the pleasure was driving you crazy. This was the familiar feeling, the one your body knew all too well.

He was taking his time but you needed more, he knew that. He spread your legs further, pushing himself deeper inside you. He moved at a faster pace, hands squeezing tightly around your hips. "God y/n your body feels so good" he whimpered. His dick hit your g spot so right you weren't sure how much longer you would last. when he put his hand on your tit, squeezing and tugging at your nipple your chest arched into his hand.

he moved his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles over it, making you jump. "oh my god!" you wailed. "No one knows how to make you feel like this. No one can fuck you the way i do. No one knows your body the way I do." he said with a cocky grin on his face.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked, increasing the speed on your clit while he dug his hips into you. You could only whine and whimper in response. "Answer my question. I want to hear you" Your mind was clouded and all you could feel and think about was him.

"Atsumu fuck i'm gonna cum, i'm so fucking close.”

"Go ahead baby" was all he said and for the second time that time you came, face hot and chest heaving.

"I love you so much Y/N" he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he felt himself close too.

“I l-love you too Atsumu.” You weren't just saying this from the euphoria you were experiencing, you really meant it. No matter what man entered your life, he was always in the back of your head. He continued pumping inside you, until he whimpered and groaned, not breaking eye contact with you as he came too.

He flopped down in the bed next to you with a grin on his face. He reached a hand out to your cheek bringing you in for a gentle kiss. your legs entangled each other's and his arms wrapped around you bringing you closer as if to completely morph into you. "You okay?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

"yeah I'm okay" you smiled.

His embrace was a promise, a silent commitment that spoke volumes without a single word. As the hours melted away, you lay intertwined, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breaths creating a symphony of shared hopes. His warmth against your skin felt like a shield against the doubts that had haunted you for so long.

"Stay," you murmured against his chest, the words a whispered plea that hung in the air like a fragile confession. "Promise me you won't leave."

His fingers brushed against the back of your hair, his touch tender as he held you closer. "I won't leave, Y/N. I promise."

The words were a melody that echoed within your soul, a promise that resonated with the deepest corners of your heart. As the night deepened, you drifted into sleep cocooned in his arms, his steady heartbeat a lullaby that chased away the ghosts of your past.

The night had been a fragile dance of vulnerability and longing, a tapestry woven with shared confessions and whispered promises. In the cocoon of darkness, you found solace within each other's arms, holding onto the belief that this time could be different, that the echoes of the past could finally be silenced. As the room embraced the hushed murmurs of your hearts, you held Atsumu close, his presence a lifeline that seemed to anchor you to a future you both yearned for.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow that painted the room in shades of dawn. You stirred, the remnants of dreams fading as you gradually returned to consciousness. But as your hand reached out, seeking the warmth of his embrace, you were met with emptiness—a void that seemed to echo with the hollowness in your chest.

Panic surged within you, and your eyes shot open, scanning the room for any trace of him. The sheets were rumpled, the indentation where he had slept a stark reminder of the promises that had been made.

Your heart raced as you sat up, the weight of disappointment settling over you like a heavy shroud. And then, your gaze fell upon a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. Your fingers trembled as you reached for it, unfolding the note with a mixture of dread and hope.

"I'm sorry," the note read, the words etched onto the page like a painful truth. "I wish things could be different, but I can't stay. It's better this way." The handwriting was a cruel testament to the fleeting nature of his presence in your life.

The room was a prison of memories, each corner echoing with the promises he had made, the moments you had shared. But those moments were like fragile glass, shattered by his absence and your own naivety. The room felt like it was closing in on you with each breath you took.

The pain was a vice around your heart, squeezing out every ounce of hope that had dared to take root. The cycle had not been broken—it had merely paused, and the emptiness left in its wake was a gaping wound that seemed to bleed into every crevice of your being.

With a heavy sigh, you crumpled the note in your trembling hands, a symbol of the shattered fragments of your heart. The room held the ghosts of a love that had always slipped through your grasp, a love that had only ever brought you pain.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the words before you. The promise, the vulnerability, the hope—it all seemed to crumble in the face of his absence. The room was a silent witness to your heartbreak, the walls seemingly closing in around you.

The echoes of his presence seemed to linger, mocking the moments you had shared, the words you had exchanged. The morning sun, once a symbol of hope, now seemed to cast a harsh light on the reality that he was gone.

As you sat there, the room an empty canvas of broken promises, you realized that the cycle was far from broken. The pain was as raw as it had ever been, and the ache in your heart was a testament to the futility of hoping for change.

With a heavy sigh, you folded the note and placed it back on the nightstand. The room held the remnants of your shared night, a night that had held the promise of a different future. But as the sun continued its ascent, you understood that promises were fragile, easily broken by the weight of history and the pull of old habits.

As you rose from the bed, the room seemed to echo with the echoes of your footsteps. The cycle had repeated itself once again, and all you were left with were memories of a night that had briefly held the allure of a new beginning.

Each step down the hallway was a testament to the weight of your heartache, a reminder that the cycle was an inescapable prison that had ensnared you both. The echoes of his absence followed you like a haunting melody, the anguished chorus of a story that had never been yours to control.

As you stepped out into the cold reality of a world that had once again robbed you of the happiness you so desperately craved, you carried with you the scars of a love that had always been a double-edged sword—a love that had promised salvation but had only ever delivered despair.

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❛𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭)❜ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ✪

Minors DNI ✞ Some will have pretty dark themes ✞ Taboo relationships ✞ May Include Some Warnings like, Age-Gap, Adultery, Substance Usage etc ✞ If you are uncomfortable with these then just skip and scroll ✞ I will not be writing part 2's or follow ups for any of them ✞ Requests are open

𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✪

𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 ➳ Age Gap, Adultery

𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✯ 𝐀.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 ➳ Adultery, Vanilla, Angsty

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𝐈 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨 ✯ 𝐑.𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚

"𝙄𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤"

PAIRING. Suna Rintarou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, Arranged Marriage (not w suna), Unrequited love

Y/N and Suna, separated by parental mandates but bound by an enduring connection. After forced separation, Y/N enters an arranged marriage, only to escape it years later. Returning to her hometown, she seeks Suna, only to discover he's engaged to another. The ache of lost love and the unpredictable twists of fate, leaving Y/N to confront the bittersweet echoes of a romance that slipped through her fingers.

WC. 4.4K

A/N. I didn't realize I was gone for almost a month so my b. this one is longe so bare with me. idk why u guys liked that Tsukishima shot that one was cringe. anyways get ready for a smutshot next after this.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

In a bustling classroom, the scent of chalk dust and the murmur of young voices hung in the air like a familiar melody. It was the beginning of a new school year, and to everyone’s excitement, it was the last year for high school. Y/N found herself a seat near the window, her eyes curious as she surveyed her new classmates.

As the teacher entered and introduced herself, a hush fell over the room. The students quickly settled into their seats, their attention drawn to the front. And amidst this sea of faces, Y/N's gaze landed on him – Suna Rintaro.

He sat a few rows ahead, leaning slightly against his desk, as if the weight of the world rested upon his shoulders. His demeanor exuded a sense of quiet calm, a stillness that set him apart from the chatter and enthusiasm of his peers. His dark brown hair framed his face, and his sharp eyes held a thoughtful gaze that seemed to observe the world with a sense of detachment.

As Homeroom came to an end, they moved on to their next classes for the day, Y/N couldn't help but analyze Suna Rintarou. The bell rang for dismissal and Y/N found herself partnered with Suna for classroom cleanup. Her heart raced, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation filling her chest. She tentatively approached his desk, her voice soft as she spoke his name.

"Suna?"

He stopped putting away his pencil and books and turned his gaze towards her, his eyes meeting hers with a calm intensity. There was a moment of silence, as if he was studying her before acknowledging her presence. Y/N felt a flutter of nerves, unsure of what to expect.

"Yes?" His voice was gentle, an atmosphere whisper that carried a sense of depth.

"We're supposed to clean the class today together," Y/N explained, offering a small smile.

He nodded, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. It was as if the corners of his mouth had just grazed the surface of happiness before retreating back into his usual calm facade.

Their collaboration was quiet and efficient. Y/N found herself stealing glances at him, intrigued by the enigmatic aura he emitted. His contributions were thoughtful and precise, his words carrying a weight that left an impression on her. And yet, there was an air of distance around him, as if he was present but also held in reserve.

As the clock ticked to 4:30, Y/N felt a curiosity tugging at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder about the thoughts and dreams that lay hidden beneath Suna's composed exterior. What did he long for? What made him smile?

Their first interaction left Y/N with a sense of intrigue that she couldn't shake. As the days turned into weeks, their paths crossed more frequently. Each time, their conversations remained subdued, as if both were content in the comfortable silence they shared.

Y/N found herself drawn to Suna's quiet presence. She admired the way he listened, the way he observed, and the way he spoke – each word chosen with care. In a world that often raced forward, Suna seemed to exist in a pocket of tranquility, untouched by the chaos around him.

Their partnership blossomed into an unspoken understanding. They didn't need to fill the space with unnecessary words. Their connection was built on shared glances, exchanged smiles, and the mutual appreciation of the moments they spent together.

And so, amidst the noise of the classroom, Y/N discovered the beauty of a friendship that didn't need to be loud to be meaningful. In Suna Rintaro's quiet demeanor, she found a kindred spirit, a companion who reminded her that sometimes, the most profound connections are forged in the hush between heartbeats.

It had been some time since Y/N and Suna Rintaro had first met in the classroom, their interactions marked by quiet exchanges and stolen glances. What had started as a mere curiosity had grown into something more profound, something that now lay nestled in the chambers of her heart – feelings that had begun to bloom like delicate flowers in the spring.

As the weeks turned into months, their paths continued to cross. Their conversations remained soft-spoken, their words like whispered secrets shared between confidants. Y/N found herself treasuring every moment they spent together, each interaction like a precious gem to be cherished.

One day, as the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, Y/N hesitated by her desk, gathering her belongings. She felt a presence beside her and turned to find Suna standing there, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

"Would you like to walk home together?" he asked, his voice carrying the same calmness that had come to define him.

A warmth spread through Y/N's chest, and a soft smile graced her lips. "I'd like that."

And so, they walked side by side, the quiet rhythm of their footsteps creating a melody of their own. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own cocoon of companionship.

With each step, their conversations grew deeper, their words touching on topics that transcended the mundane. They shared their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities, like pieces of a puzzle that fit seamlessly together. Y/N marveled at how easily Suna seemed to understand her, how effortlessly he saw through the layers she often hid behind.

As the seasons changed, so did their connection. Their feelings, once delicate and uncertain, began to bloom with a vibrancy that matched the blossoming cherry blossoms that adorned their town. Their shared moments became memories etched in time – an afternoon spent watching the sunset from the hilltop, a quiet night beneath the stars, a shared laughter over a cup of coffee.

It was in those moments that Y/N realized her heart had found its home in Suna's quiet presence. His gaze, once distant and unreadable, now held a warmth that sent shivers down her spine. The brush of their fingers as they reached for the same book in the library, the way their eyes met and lingered a fraction too long – these were the gestures that spoke of feelings too deep for words.

And yet, amidst the blossoming love, there was an undercurrent of uncertainty. Y/N knew the world outside their quiet bubble was complex and unpredictable. The unspoken understanding between them was both a comfort and a challenge, a bond that held them together yet left so much unsaid.

As the school year came to an end, Y/N found herself standing once again by the riverbank where they had first met. The sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow on everything around her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the whispers of the wind and the memories that had woven themselves into the fabric of her heart.

Amid the vibrant swirl colours of sky, Y/N and Suna's love story unfolded like a hidden gem, radiant yet concealed from the prying eyes of the world. Their bond, nurtured over years of shared moments and whispered confessions, had bloomed into a love that neither of them could deny.

Their paths intertwined effortlessly as they embarked on new adventures, facing the world side by side. Their love, once unspoken, now held a clarity that resonated in every glance and every touch. The world seemed to dim around them as they reveled in the warmth of each other's presence.

But the currents of fate are often turbulent, and the tranquility they had carved for themselves was not destined to last. Y/N's parents, driven by a world of social expectations and business alliances, cast their disapproving gaze upon Suna. He was everything that they deemed unfit for their daughter – an outsider to their social circle, a disruption to their carefully laid plans.

One evening, in a dimly lit room where whispers carried more weight than shouts, Y/N's parents confronted her about her relationship with Suna. Their faces bore expressions of stern determination, their words dripping with ultimatums.

"He is not the future we have envisioned for you," her father stated coldly. "Our reputation and our business connections are at stake."

Y/N's heart pounded, torn between the love she felt for Suna and the loyalty she owed her family. Her mother's gaze bore into her, an unspoken threat that cut deeper than any blade.

"We will not allow you to tarnish our name," her mother declared, her voice laced with an icy resolve.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she found herself standing at the crossroads of love and duty. She knew that her parents held the power to reshape her life, to either bless her happiness or snatch it away. The choice was impossible – to follow her heart and face the wrath of her family, or to sacrifice her love for the sake of their approval.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N's heart grew heavy with the weight of her decision. Suna sensed her inner turmoil, his eyes searching hers for the answers she couldn't provide. Their moments together were tinged with a sense of urgency, as if they were holding onto fragments of a dream slipping through their fingers.

And then came the day when a letter arrived, sealing Y/N's fate in ink that felt like a death sentence. It was a letter from her parents’ friends, informing her that they had arranged a date for her with their son – a man she had met only in passing, a man whose very presence felt foreign.

Y/N read the words on the page with a sinking heart, the weight of her parents' expectations pressing down on her. She felt as if the walls were closing in, suffocating her dreams and the love she held so dear. Suna's name echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of the love that had blossomed and now withered under the weight of society's judgment.

With trembling hands, she dialed Suna's number, her heart pounding in her chest. The line crackled to life, and she struggled to keep her voice steady.

"Suna, we need to talk."

Their meeting was solemn, their usual refuge – the riverside – now bearing witness to the unraveling of their shared dreams. Y/N's voice trembled as she recounted the ultimatum her parents had presented, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“My parents say that they’ll cut me off financially and physically. They also said they’ll fuck up our admittance to universities if we keep dating.” She said, biting her lips trying to fight back the tears.

Suna listened in silence, his eyes a mix of sorrow and understanding. He reached out, his fingers brushing away her tears, a gentle touch that spoke volumes of his love and empathy.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "But I understand the weight of your choice."

And so, in a quiet corner of their world, Y/N and Suna made a heart-wrenching decision. They would part ways, allowing her to honor her family's wishes and him to carry the memory of their love in his heart.

As Y/N stood on the precipice of a love forsaken, she cast one last glance at Suna, committing his image to memory – the curve of his lips, the warmth of his gaze, the love that had once consumed them both.

The months that followed were a blur of preparations and forced smiles. Y/N found herself entangled in a web of expectations, her heart heavy with the knowledge that the path she walked was not her own. Before she knew it, 2 years had passed.

As the wedding day arrived, Y/N stood before the mirror, her reflection a mask of conflicting emotions. The wedding attire felt like a shroud, a symbol of the life she was entering, one that had been mapped out by others.

The day ahead held a weight that seemed almost insurmountable, a day that marked the beginning of a new chapter she had never truly chosen.

She had spent years building a life that was defined by duty and expectation, a life that had veered away from the path of her heart's desires. Her parents' wishes had guided her steps, leading her to the brink of a marriage that held none of the warmth and love she had once dreamt of.

As the sunlight gradually filled the room, there was a knock at the door – a sound that brought a mixture of surprise and trepidation. Y/N opened the door to find him standing there, his presence a bittersweet reminder of the love that had once consumed her thoughts – Suna Rintaro.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing as she stepped aside to let him in. They sat in silence for a moment, their shared history stretching between them like an invisible thread.

"I heard about the wedding," Suna finally spoke, his gaze locked on the floor. "I wanted to see you before..."

His words hung in the air, unfinished yet brimming with emotion. Y/N's heart ached, the pain of their unresolved feelings like an open wound.

"Suna, I..." she began, her voice faltering.

He looked up, his eyes searching hers. "I want to know that you’ll keep my promise."

Confusion swirled within Y/N's chest, and she searched his eyes for an explanation.

"I'll write to you," Suna continued, his voice steady yet heavy with unspoken truths. "No matter where you are, no matter what happens, you’ll reply and I'll reply to you.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as the weight of his words settled upon her. In that moment, she realized the depth of his feelings, the unyielding connection that had always existed between them.

With a tenderness that spoke of years of longing, Suna reached out, his fingers brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye.

"I don't want to let you go, Y/N," he confessed softly. "But I also don't want to hold you back from the life you deserve."

Their gaze locked in a shared understanding, a moment that encapsulated the complexities of love and sacrifice. And then, as the sun's rays filtered through the window, Suna rose from his seat, his presence a fleeting yet indelible impression upon her heart.

As he turned to leave, he looked back one last time, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow.

"I'll write to you," he repeated, his voice a whispered promise that lingered in the air.

The ceremony passed in a blur of tradition and celebration, the echoes of joy and laughter contrasting sharply with the emptiness Y/N felt within. She walked the path set before her, her steps heavy with the weight of a decision that had robbed her of her dreams.

And as the vows were exchanged, she stole a glance at her new husband – a man whose face was familiar yet distant, a man who represented everything she had surrendered.

Suna's image lingered in her heart as the years unfolded. The love they had shared, the dreams they had dared to dream, remained an ember that refused to be extinguished. The life she had chosen was one of comfort and stability, but it was a life that left her heart yearning for what might have been.

And so, the letters began – a lifeline that connected two souls separated by circumstances beyond their control. In the days that followed, Y/N would find herself eagerly awaiting the arrival of each letter, her heart racing as she read his words, words that carried the weight of his unspoken feelings.

As the years passed, the love between Y/N and her husband grew into something resembling companionship, but it was a feeling that could never fill the void left by Suna. Their lives were marked by polite conversations, shared responsibilities, and the illusion of a content marriage.

As she looked in the mirror, the reflection that stared back at her was a stranger – a woman who had lost herself in the pursuit of others' expectations. The once-bright eyes that held dreams and aspirations now held a glimmer of emptiness, haunted by the choices that had led her astray. The lines on her face told a story of resilience and hidden pain, a narrative of sacrifices that had slowly chipped away at the spirit she once knew.

Her fingers brushed against the cold surface of the mirror, a tactile connection to the reality she had crafted. The wedding band still adorned her finger, a constant reminder of a loveless union that had stripped her of her own desires and dreams. The life she had built felt like a house of cards, teetering on the edge of collapse, held together by the weight of societal expectations.

The letters were an escape, a world where they could be honest about their emotions, where their love could flourish without the constraints of society's expectations. Through the ink on paper, they shared their dreams, their fears, and the moments that defined their lives.

For two years, their correspondence held them together, a bond that felt unbreakable despite the miles that separated them.

The ink on the letters told stories of unfulfilled yearnings and whispered confessions of

love. In those words, they found solace, a sanctuary for their forbidden emotions. But as time passed, the letters grew fewer, and the ache in Y/N's chest deepened. Suna's responses became scarce, and a chasm grew between them, mirroring the physical separation that fate had enforced.

But then, one day, the letters stopped. The silence that followed was a void that echoed Y/N's longing and uncertainty.

She found herself standing at the crossroads once again, her heart heavy with questions. Why had he stopped writing? Had he moved on? Had he grown tired of their unfulfilled connection?

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N's heartache deepened. The absence of his letters felt like a gaping hole, a reminder of the love that had once sustained her.

The passage of time had a way of reshaping lives, of transforming the familiar into the unrecognizable. The years following Y/N's marriage had been marked by a mixture of contentment and resignation. Her union with her husband had been a facade, a construct built upon societal expectations and familial obligations.

As the third year of her marriage approached, Y/N found herself at a crossroads. The foundation upon which her life had been built was beginning to crumble, and the weight of her unhappiness had become an unbearable burden.

And so, with a heart heavy but resolute, Y/N faced the reality of her situation. She initiated the process of divorce, a decision that carried both liberation and uncertainty. The threads that had bound her to a life that was not truly hers were finally unraveling, paving the way for a new beginning.

Three years drifted by like leaves in the wind. The day finally came when Y/N was able to escape the shackles of her arranged marriage. Her divorce was a victory, but it tasted bittersweet. She had fought for her freedom, but it came at a cost she had not anticipated.

As she returned to her hometown, the place where her journey had begun, Y/N felt a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation. The streets were both familiar and foreign, a reflection of the changes she had undergone. She found herself wandering through the places of her past, seeking solace in the memories that had shaped her.

One evening, as she passed by an electronics store, a television screen caught her attention. The images on the screen were of a figure she had not seen in years – Suna Rintaro. He stood tall and confident, a symbol of success and achievement. The sight of him sent a jolt of emotions through her – a mixture of surprise, pride, and a pang of unresolved feelings.

The news spoke of his volleyball career, his rise to prominence as a player who had made his mark on the national stage. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for his achievements, a sense of pride for the man who had once held a special place in her heart.

But as the news segment continued, the narrative took an unexpected turn – Suna's engagement to a woman. The shock of the revelation hit Y/N like a tidal wave, a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

The happiness she had initially felt for his success was now intertwined with the sting of his engagement – a reminder that life had moved forward without her. The years of silence, the distance that had separated them, had transformed their connection into something distant and unattainable.

As Y/N watched the screen, her heart clenched with a mixture of emotions. The ache of her unfulfilled love resurfaced, a reminder of the choices they had both made, the paths they had walked apart.

As Y/N walked away from the store, her thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. The chance encounter with Suna had left her heart pounding and her mind in disarray. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had stepped into a surreal dream, a world where the past and present collided in unexpected ways.

"It can't be true," she whispered to herself, the words a desperate mantra. "There's no way..."

The news of Suna's engagement continued to reverberate within her, a persistent thorn in her heart. The thought of him moving on, finding happiness with someone else, was something she had struggled to accept. She had clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, the news was a mistake, a twisted rumor that had spiraled out of control.

As she walked through the familiar streets of her hometown, memories of their shared past flashed through her mind. The countless moments they had spent together, the whispered conversations, and the unspoken confessions – they were all etched into her heart. Their love had been a flame that had burned brightly, illuminating her world with a warmth she had never known before.

And now, faced with the reality of his engagement, Y/N grappled with the pain of loss and the confusion of unfulfilled longing. The love they had shared had been pure and genuine, and the thought of Suna belonging to someone else felt like a betrayal of that love.

As she reached her destination – the high school where it all started. She gazed out at the surroundings, the world around her a blur as she tried to make sense of her feelings.

As she walked through the school's gates, she was hit by a wave of nostalgia. The hallways echoed with the laughter and chatter of students, a reminder of the passage of time. She strolled through the campus, each step a journey through the corridors of her past.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N turned a corner and collided with someone – someone whose presence sent a jolt of recognition through her. She looked up, her heart racing, and her eyes met his – Suna Rintaro.

Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, their gazes locked in a shared moment of surprise and recognition. Suna's eyes held a mixture of emotions – surprise, joy, and a hint of something that Y/N couldn't quite decipher.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of years of memories.

"Suna" she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of emotions she struggled to contain.

They stood there in the hallway, surrounded by the echoes of their shared past. The years that had separated them suddenly felt insignificant, and Y/N realized that the emotions they had both tried to suppress were still very much alive.

"It's been a long time," Suna said, his gaze searching hers.

Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to express the complexity of her feelings. The silence between them held a mixture of unspoken questions and shared understanding.

"I heard about your volleyball career and your engagement," Y/N finally spoke, her voice carrying a blend of curiosity and vulnerability.

Suna's gaze softened, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. "I wanted to tell you in person."

As the weight of his words settled upon her, Y/N felt a mixture of emotions – a sense of closure and a hint of regret. The love they had once shared had transformed into a bittersweet memory, a reminder of the choices they had both made.

"You deserve all the happiness, Suna," Y/N said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her.

His gaze held hers, a mixture of gratitude and longing. "And you, Y/N? How have you been?"

Y/N smiled, her heart warmed by the genuine concern in his words. "I've been finding my way, step by step."

They stood there, two souls whose paths had intertwined in the most unexpected ways. The school's halls were a silent witness to their shared history – the quiet moments, the unspoken confessions, and the years of separation that had ultimately led them to this moment.

As they parted ways, Y/N felt a sense of peace settling within her. Seeing Suna again had been both a reminder of the love they had shared and a confirmation that life had taken them on different paths.

The box of letters in her hands felt heavy as she put it back in the luggage. Y/N's heart was heavy too, burdened by the weight of lost love. She knew there would be no happy ending for her, only memories of what could have been.

Y/N found herself standing at a crossroads once again – a place where the echoes of their shared past resonated with the weight of unfulfilled dreams. And as she looked out at the world around her, the stars above casting a somber glow, she couldn't help but wonder if their paths had ever truly been destined to intertwine.

Sitting alone in her hotel room, tears streaming down her face, Y/N realized that she had lost not only her chance at happiness but also her best friend. She had fought for love, only to be met with disappointment. Life had played a cruel trick on her, leaving her with nothing but shattered dreams.

The ache of her unfulfilled love remained, a constant companion in the quiet moments of her life, a poignant reminder that some love stories were destined to remain unfinished, forever suspended in the realm of what could have been.

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐍𝐨 ✯ 𝐊.𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙮"

PAIRING. Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, Cheating Tsukishima

Y/N and Tsukishima, a couple engaged to be married, until a shocking revelation of Tsukishima's infidelity rocks Y/N's world on the eve of their wedding.

WC. 3.4k

A/N. Writers block rn. I really liked the symbolism and metaphor and writing I used in this one so I hope you enjoyed it as well. I might rewrite my older and short ones cause I hate them so much. Anyways, Inspired by My Best Friend's Wedding (1997)

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Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skylines where Y/N and Tsukishima's love story began. It was a place filled with memories and promises, but today, the air was heavy with uncertainty. Tomorrow was meant to be the day when Y/N would become Tsukishima's wife, the day they had eagerly awaited and planned for. Yet, fate had a cruel twist in store.

Y/N had always been a girl of hope and dreams. Growing up, she had always believed in love and soulmates. Her engagement to Tsukishima was supposed to be a fairy tale come true.

When she first met Tsukishima, Y/N couldn't help but be intrigued by his stoic and reserved demeanor on the volleyball court. It was a chilly autumn afternoon, and they were both participating in a local volleyball tournament. Y/N had always been drawn to the sport, and she eagerly observed the players, seeking to learn from their techniques and tactics.

As she watched the matches unfold, her attention was drawn to a tall and lanky tall young man in the middle position. Tsukishima's movements were precise and calculated, and he displayed a level of skill that impressed even the most seasoned players. However, what caught Y/N's attention the most was the intensity in his eyes and the way he seemed to keep his emotions tightly locked away.

Curiosity got the better of her, and during a break between sets, Y/N decided to strike up a conversation with him. "You're an excellent middle blocker. Your blocks are on point."

Tsukishima glanced at her briefly, his expression remaining impassive. "Thanks," he replied curtly.

Undeterred by his reserved response, Y/N continued, determined to break through his shell. "I've seen you play a few times before. Your techniques are impressive. How long have you been playing volleyball?"

"Since elementary school," he replied tersely, not offering any more information.

Y/N sensed his reluctance to engage in conversation, but she was determined to connect with him on some level. As the tournament progressed, she made small efforts to strike up conversations during breaks, asking about his favorite plays or how he got into volleyball. It was a slow process, but Y/N's genuine interest and friendliness gradually began to chip away at Tsukishima's guarded exterior.

Over time, they found themselves exchanging more than just volleyball-related conversations. They discovered shared interests in books, music, and even silly jokes that would elicit a rare chuckle from Tsukishima. Y/N learned that beneath his aloof façade, he had a dry wit that matched her own, and they found comfort in each other's subtle sarcasm.

As their conversations grew more frequent, Y/N noticed that Tsukishima's walls were starting to come down. He seemed more at ease, even cracking a genuine smile from time to time. Y/N was thrilled that she was able to break through the barriers he had built around himself.

Tsukishima's childhood friend, Asami, became a part of their lives too. They were the three musketeers, but little did Y/N know that the bond between Tsukishima and Asami was deeper than she imagined. They even had a lighthearted marriage pact with Asami, Tsukishima's childhood friend, that if none of them were married by the age of 30, they would marry each other.

But life took a different turn when Y/N came into the picture. Tsukishima and Y/N's connection was undeniable, and they fell in love deeply and irrevocably. Their love seemed to transcend the bounds of their childhood pact, and they decided to get engaged, looking forward to a lifetime of happiness together.

As the soft evening light streamed through the curtains, Y/N found herself lost in a whirlwind of memories. The room felt filled with echoes of laughter and whispered promises as she reminisced about the journey that led her to this very moment. Her fingers gently traced the delicate gold band adorning her finger – the engagement ring that symbolized the love story she had always dreamed of.

It was a lazy evening, and Y/N had decided to surprise Tsukishima with a visit to his home. The knot of anticipation tightened in Y/N's stomach as she approached Tsukishima's house. Tomorrow was meant to be the day of their long-awaited wedding, and she had come over to surprise him with the final touches they had planned together. A warm smile graced her lips, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw the arrangements they had made.

However, as she pushed the door open, her heart plummeted to her feet. Right at the entrance, a pair of unfamiliar women's shoes lay neatly placed, catching her eye like a glaring beacon. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. Thoughts raced, but she couldn't deny the sinking feeling in her chest.

An unsettling sense of dread took over as Y/N stepped further into the house, her footsteps echoing in the silence. "Tsukishima?" she called, hoping for an explanation, hoping that she was wrong.

What Y/N saw shattered her world into a million pieces. There, in the dimly lit room, stood Tsukishima and Asami, their hands intertwined as they gazed into each other's eyes with a tenderness that was meant only for lovers. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend the scene before her.

Her voice quivered as she walked through the house, and the sight that met her eyes was a painful blow to her heart. In the living room, there they were – Tsukishima and Asami, sitting close together, their hands intertwined, their faces far too close for Y/N's comfort.

The room seemed to spin around her, and she clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath. Her vision blurred with tears, and she took a step back, unable to bear the betrayal before her.

Asami's eyes widened with guilt, and Tsukishima's face turned pale, realizing that their secret had been exposed. Y/N took a step back, her mind racing, desperately searching for an explanation or a reason that could justify what she had just witnessed.

The damage had been done, and Y/N could hardly bring herself to look at either of them.

"I-I can't believe this," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. "How could you do this to me, Tsukishima?"

Asami looked equally guilty, her eyes filled with remorse. "Y/N, we never wanted you to find out like this. It just happened, and we never meant to hurt you."

Y/N felt a mix of emotions – anger, betrayal, and heartbreak. Her whole world felt like it was crumbling around her, and she struggled to find her footing amidst the chaos of her emotions.

Tsukishima reached out to her, his voice filled with regret. "Y/N, please, let me explain. It's not what you think. It was a mistake, and I never wanted to hurt you."

"How can you say that?" Y/N choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You knew how much I loved you, and yet, you chose to betray me."

The words hung heavy in the air, and the pain was palpable. Y/N turned on her heels and ran out of the house, feeling like she couldn't breathe. The world outside felt like a blur, but she kept moving, seeking solace and clarity amidst the chaos in her heart.

Y/N found herself standing on the same beach where she and Tsukishima had once shared beautiful moments. The waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, mirroring the turmoil in her soul.

She clutched the engagement ring on her finger, a painful reminder of the love and dreams that had shattered. The future she had envisioned had crumbled into pieces, leaving her heartbroken and lost.

At that moment, she didn't know what to do or where to go. But as she stared out into the vastness of the ocean. As Y/N stood on the beach, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair. The crashing waves mirrored the turmoil within her, and she was torn between holding onto the love she once believed in and the pain of the betrayal that had shattered it.

Tomorrow was meant to be the day she had dreamed of – the day she would marry Tsukishima, her soulmate, and start a new chapter of their lives together. But now, it felt like all those dreams were being thrown away, lost in the depths of the ocean before her.

Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and heartbreak. Part of her wanted to confront Tsukishima, to demand answers, to try and salvage what was left of their love. But another part of her knew that the trust had been broken, and nothing could ever be the same again.

As the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the water, Y/N sank to her knees on the sand. She clutched her engagement ring tightly, feeling the weight of its symbolism in her hand. It was a symbol of the love they had once shared, but now, it felt like a painful reminder of the love that had been lost.

Her heart ached, not just for herself but for everyone who had been excitedly preparing for the wedding. Friends and family had come together to celebrate their love, but now, it seemed like it had all been a facade.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up once more. It wasn't just the wedding she was mourning; it was the future she had imagined with Tsukishima – the laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of love and understanding.

As Y/N stared out at the ocean, lost in her thoughts, a figure caught her eye in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she saw Asami running towards her, her face etched with worry and concern.

"Y/N!" Asami called out, breathless as she reached her side. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions at the sight of Asami – the woman who had been at the center of the painful revelation. Part of her wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but another part yearned for someone to lean on in her moment of vulnerability.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she turned her gaze back to the ocean, unable to meet Asami's gaze. "How could you?" she choked out, her voice trembling with hurt. "How could both of you betray me like this?"

Asami's face fell, and she knelt beside Y/N, her voice filled with remorse. "I know I can't justify what happened, and I never intended to hurt you, Y/N. It was a mistake, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to hear an apology and wanting to push Asami away. "A mistake?" she whispered, her voice filled with bitterness. "Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in right now?"

Asami reached out to touch Y/N's hand gently. "I can't undo what happened, but I'm here now. Please, let me try to explain."

A part of Y/N wanted to turn away, to shut Asami out completely. But another part couldn't help but yearn for closure and understanding, as painful as it might be.

Taking a deep breath, Asami began to speak, her voice soft and remorseful. "It started out as innocent , Y/N. Tsukishima and I have known each other since childhood, and we had this marriage pact. But as we spent more time together recently, old feelings resurfaced, and we made a mistake. I'm so sorry."

Y/N listened, her heart torn between anger and sadness.

"Why didn't you both tell me?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "You were both going to let me marry Tsukishima without knowing the truth?"

Asami looked down, her guilt evident in her eyes. "We knew it was wrong, and we wanted to stop, but we were scared of hurting you even more. It was selfish, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "He's got you on a pedestal but me in his arms," she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that how it was all along? Was I just a place holder for him?"

Asami looked down, her gaze filled with guilt. "I can't speak for Tsukishima's feelings, Y/N. But I do know that you mean a lot to him. He loves you, but he also made a terrible mistake."

As Y/N stood there in front of Asami, clutching the engagement ring tightly in her hand, her tears fell like raindrops on a stormy night.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. Tsukishima emerged from the shadows, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and regret.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me a chance to explain."

But the pain within Y/N was too raw, too overwhelming to bear. "Explain what, Tsukishima?" she cried, her voice breaking with each word. "The lies, the betrayal? There's nothing left to say."

Tsukishima took a step closer, reaching out as if to touch her, but he hesitated. "I know I made a terrible mistake," he said, his voice choked with remorse. "But please, let me try to make it right."

Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to shield herself from further pain. "How can you make this right?" she asked, her voice filled with anguish. "You're engaged to me!"

As Tsukishima looked into her tear-filled eyes, his own filled with pain. "I was a fool, Y/N. I let my fear and confusion cloud my judgment. I never wanted to hurt you, but I let my emotions get the best of me."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks, and she shook her head, unable to find the strength to forgive him just yet. "Why did you even ask me to marry you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crashing waves.

Tsukishima stepped closer, his desperation evident. "Please, don't throw the ring away," he implored. "It meant something once, and I want the chance to prove to you that it can mean something again."

In that moment, Y/N's heart wavered, torn between the love she had once shared with Tsukishima and the pain of his betrayal. The memory of the happiness they had once found in each other tugged at her heartstrings.

Summoning all the courage she had left, Y/N shook her head, tears falling like raindrops. "I can't, Tsukishima," she said, her voice resolute.

The weight of the engagement ring on her finger felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the shattered dreams and broken promises. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she knew that she couldn't carry the burden of that ring any longer.

With trembling hands, she removed the engagement ring, the symbol of a love that had turned to betrayal. As she held it in her palm, her heart ached with the weight of the decision she was about to make. She looked at the ring, its delicate gold band gleaming in the fading light, and she knew that it no longer held the same significance it once did.

With a mix of pain and determination, she flung her arm forward, releasing the ring into the vast expanse of the sea. It glimmered for a moment in the sunlight before disappearing beneath the waves, swallowed by the ocean's depths.

As the ring vanished from sight, Y/N felt a sense of pain wash over her.

The sea seemed to embrace her grief, its vastness swallowing her sorrow.

As the ring disappeared beneath the water's surface, Y/N felt an overwhelming emptiness engulf her. The tears kept falling, and she knew that walking away from him wouldn't erase the pain she felt.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces, and the world around her seemed to blur into a haze of desolation. The love she had once believed to be eternal had crumbled, and she was left standing on the precipice of a dark and unknown future.

With a heavy heart, she turned away from the sea, Asami and Tsukishima, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. The beach, once a place of happiness and laughter, now held only memories of betrayal and heartache.

Days turned into weeks, and the ache in Y/N's heart showed no signs of subsiding. The pain of betrayal lingered, leaving her feeling lost and adrift. She tried to keep her distance from both Tsukishima and Asami, seeking solace in the company of friends who were always there to support her.

One evening, as she was going through old messages on her phone, Y/N stumbled upon a post. It was a picture of Tsukishima and Asami standing together, their arms wrapped around each other with smiles that felt like a cruel twist of fate.

As her eyes widened in shock, she began to scroll through the messages and discovered the truth. Tsukishima and Asami had indeed gone through with the wedding, sealing their love just a few hours after Y/N's heart had been shattered. They didn't want all that money and venue to go to waste and just like that her dreams were stolen from her.

The revelation hit Y/N like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of her. It was a betrayal on a whole new level, as if the universe was conspiring against her, mocking her pain. The two people she had trusted the most had found comfort in each other, using their deceit to validate their actions.

"How could they?" Y/N whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. It felt like a knife through her heart, adding salt to the wounds that were still raw and bleeding.

The sense of betrayal and hurt overwhelmed her, and she felt a mix of anger, sorrow, and confusion. It was as if the world had collapsed around her, and she found herself questioning everything she once believed in.

At that moment, Y/N couldn't see a path forward. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling lost and broken. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the bitter reality was that there were no answers that could mend her wounded heart.

In the distance, the sun began to set, casting a melancholic glow over the apartment. As darkness descended, it mirrored the darkness that had settled within Y/N's soul.

Grief washed over her in waves, as she mourned not only the love that was lost but also the future that could have been. She pictured the life they had planned together – a home filled with love, laughter, and children, growing old hand in hand.

But now, those dreams lay shattered, scattered like fragments of glass on the cold ground. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling adrift and lost in a sea of sorrow.

Y/N felt as if her heart was like an artist's scrapped work discarded in the trash bin. The pain of the shattered love was akin to the pain of watching something she had poured her heart and soul into being tossed aside, unappreciated and unwanted.

The canvas of their love story, once filled with vibrant colors and promising strokes, now lay in ruins, torn apart by deceit and betrayal. She could almost see the paint splattered across the floor, an abstract representation of the chaos that had consumed her emotions.

She had invested so much in this masterpiece, carefully adding each brushstroke with love and hope. But as fate would have it, the canvas had been marred beyond repair, leaving her feeling like an artist who had lost her way.

Her memories served as a painful reminder of what could have been – a love story that was meant to be cherished and admired. Instead, it had been abandoned, a casualty of human flaws and weaknesses.

She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit bruised and battered. The red strings of fate that she had once believed in now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder that love didn't always lead to happiness.

Fate had played a cruel trick, entangling her heart with the wrong person, and how she was left to untangle herself.

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

"𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣"

PAIRING. Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, break up

Y/N and Kuroo, who once shared a passionate relationship that ended in heartbreak. After their painful breakup, Y/N carries the memories of their time together, fate orchestrates a meeting where Kuroo is wearing the scarf she had given him. As Y/N watches him from a distance, emotions resurface, evoking a flood of bittersweet memories.

WC. 4.5k

A/N. Idk plot is pretty plain and mid for this one. I just like the the writing in this one

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The soft glow of chandeliers adorned the elegant banquet hall, illuminating the faces of corporate elites and professionals gathered for the Japan Olympic and Professional Volleyball Company's celebration. Among the attendees was Y/N, an ambitious and passionate young woman, who worked diligently on the corporate side of the organization. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she mingled with colleagues and exchanged stories of triumphs and challenges.

Amidst the sea of strangers, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to a tall, dark-haired man, Kuroo, who stood in a conversation with fellow associates. He had an air of confidence and a warm smile that seemed to invite her in. He was a part of the Japan Volleyball Association, specifically within the Sports Promotion division.

The soft hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses filled the air at the corporate banquet. Y/N stood amidst the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. She felt a bit out of place, but she knew the event was essential for networking and building connections in her career.

As she sipped her drink, she noticed a group of people engaged in lively banter across the room. Her eyes were drawn to a tall figure with tousled dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was Kuroo, and he seemed to be the center of attention.

She reminded herself that networking was her goal, and maybe striking up a conversation with someone as engaging as Kuroo could prove beneficial. Curiosity getting the best of her, Y/N found herself making her way towards him, and as their eyes met, an instant connection sparked between them. Like moths to a flame, they were drawn to each other, their magnetic attraction undeniable.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she approached the group and mustered a smile.

"Hi there, mind if I join in?" Y/N asked, trying her best to appear confident.

Kuroo's eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly broke into a warm smile. "Not at all! The more, the merrier," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Introductions were made, and Y/N found herself drawn into the conversation effortlessly. Kuroo had a way of making people feel at ease, and his witty remarks had everyone laughing. As they talked, Y/N discovered that Kuroo shared her passion for volleyball and that they both had worked tirelessly to contribute to the sport they loved.

They exchanged stories of their experiences, the challenges they faced, and the moments of triumph that made it all worthwhile. As they spoke, Y/N realized that beneath Kuroo's charismatic exterior was a genuine love for the sport and a deep dedication to his work.

"I've seen your name in some of the promotional materials for the Japan Volleyball Association," Y/N said, a touch of admiration in her voice. "Your team is doing a fantastic job promoting the sport."

Kuroo's cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head in a bashful manner. "Thanks! It's a team effort, and I'm lucky to work with such passionate people. What about you? I've heard great things about the corporate side of the Olympic and Professional Volleyball Company."

Y/N blushed at the compliment. "I'm just a small part of the team, but I'm proud of the work we do to support the athletes and ensure smooth operations. Volleyball means a lot to me, so being able to contribute in any way feels incredibly rewarding."

Their eyes locked for a moment, and Y/N felt a spark of connection between them. It was as if they understood each other on a deeper level, beyond their shared love for volleyball.

The evening passed in a blur of laughter, shared anecdotes, and the thrill of discovering kindred spirits. As the night wore on, the crowd thinned, and Y/N found herself still engrossed in conversation with Kuroo.

"You know, I was a bit nervous about attending this event tonight," Y/N admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Kuroo chuckled softly. "You? Nervous? I find that hard to believe. You seem like a natural at navigating these social gatherings."

"I guess appearances can be deceiving," Y/N replied with a shy smile. "But I'm glad I came. Meeting you has been a highlight of the night."

Kuroo's eyes softened, and he leaned in a little closer. "The feeling is mutual. There's something about you that's refreshing and genuine. I'm glad you approached."

Kuroo's charisma was undeniable, an enigmatic magnetism that drew people to him like moths to a flame. From the moment he entered a room, he exuded a vibrant energy that seemed to light up the atmosphere around him. His mischievous grin and playful eyes hinted at a personality that was both charming and approachable.

Confidence exuded from every fiber of his being, but it was never overpowering or arrogant. Instead, it was a quiet assurance that made those around him feel at ease. He had a gift for making people feel valued and heard, as if they were the most important person in the world at that very moment.

Kuroo's humor was infectious, and his witty remarks often left people laughing, the sound of their joy filling the air like a delightful melody. He had a knack for finding common ground with almost anyone he met, effortlessly striking up conversations and building connections that felt genuine and authentic.

His passion for volleyball was palpable, and when he spoke about the sport he loved, his eyes lit up with a fervent fire. It was evident that volleyball wasn't just a job for him; it was a part of his soul. He spoke with such enthusiasm and knowledge that even those unfamiliar with the sport couldn't help but be drawn into his world.

But what truly set Kuroo apart was his ability to listen. When someone spoke, he didn't just hear their words; he listened with genuine interest, absorbing every detail and emotion. He had a way of making people feel seen and understood, as if their thoughts and feelings mattered in the grand tapestry of life.

Time seemed to fly by when in his company, and conversations with him were always filled with intellectual stimulation and heartfelt connections. He was a master of the art of conversation, effortlessly navigating various topics and keeping everyone engaged.

Yet, for all his charisma and charm, there was an air of humility about Kuroo. He never boasted about his achievements or sought attention for his accomplishments. Instead, he focused on uplifting others and celebrating their successes, making them feel like stars in their own right.

In a world where genuine connections were often hard to come by, Kuroo stood out like a beacon of warmth and authenticity. People gravitated towards him not just for his charm, but because being around him made them feel better about themselves and the world around them.

His charisma wasn't a mask he put on for show; it was an intrinsic part of who he was - a genuine, kind-hearted, and passionate soul who left a lasting impression on everyone fortunate enough to cross his path.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to part ways. But eventually, they exchanged contact information, promising to keep in touch. As Y/N walked away from the banquet, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. The connection she had felt with Kuroo was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them. Little did she know that their encounter was just the beginning of a passionate and tumultuous journey filled with love and volleyball, intertwining their lives in unexpected ways.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Kuroo's relationship blossomed. They shared moments of pure bliss, where time seemed to stand still. Their passion for each other was mirrored in their shared love for the sport of volleyball. They attended games together, cheering on the teams, and reveling in the excitement of every spike and serve.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Y/N and Kuroo strolled hand in hand along the bustling streets of Tokyo. Y/N was ecstatic when he finally asked her out.

Kuroo's mischievous grin hadn't left his face since they started their little adventure, and Y/N couldn't help but be infected by his playful energy. He had a way of making even the simplest activities feel like grand adventures.

As they passed a street vendor selling cotton candy, Kuroo's eyes lit up with childlike excitement. "Hey, do you want some cotton candy?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with delight.

Y/N giggled and nodded, the idea of sharing cotton candy with him sounding like the perfect dose of whimsy. They approached the vendor, and Kuroo ordered two fluffy, colorful clouds of sugar.

As they walked along, each holding one end of the cotton candy, they couldn't resist stealing playful bites from each other's treat. The sweet, sugary taste mingled with their laughter, creating a perfect moment of joy and connection.

"Hey, you got some on your nose!" Kuroo teased, pointing to a smudge of pink on Y/N's nose. He leaned in and gently wiped it away with his thumb, making her heart flutter.

"Oh, really?" Y/N replied, trying to keep a straight face before retaliating with her own mischief. She playfully swiped some cotton candy and tried to smush it onto Kuroo's cheek.

He laughed and dodged her attempt, then scooped up a handful of cotton candy, lightly patting it onto her cheek. "Now we're even!" he declared with a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't hide her amusement. Being with Kuroo felt like being carefree, like she could let go of her worries and just enjoy the present moment.

They continued their stroll, their laughter and chatter blending seamlessly with the vibrant city ambiance. Kuroo spotted a street performer juggling colorful balls and decided to join in the fun. He convinced Y/N to stand in as his audience, and he attempted his best imitation of the performer's juggling act, eliciting cheers and applause from his delighted companion.

As the evening wore on, they stumbled upon an arcade filled with flashing lights and enticing games. Kuroo's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he dragged Y/N inside, promising her an unforgettable experience.

They tried their hand at various games, laughing at each other's antics and cheering each other on. Kuroo won Y/N a stuffed animal from one of the claw machines, and she couldn't stop smiling at the thoughtful gesture.

But the highlight of the arcade visit was undoubtedly the dance-off game. Kuroo, who claimed to have some hidden dance moves, stepped up to the challenge. Y/N couldn't stop giggling as she watched him groove to the beat, his exaggerated dance moves earning him a crowd of amused onlookers.

Not one to be left out, Y/N joined him, and they danced together like no one was watching. They spun and twirled, their laughter filling the arcade as they danced to the rhythm of their hearts.

The night had been a whirlwind of laughter, shared adventures, and genuine connection. As Y/N and Kuroo reached the entrance of Y/N's apartment building, they came to a bittersweet realization that their first date was coming to an end.

They stood there for a moment, the city lights casting a warm glow on their faces, neither wanting to say goodbye just yet. Kuroo gently brushed a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"I had an amazing time tonight," Kuroo said softly, his eyes locked on hers. "Thank you for making it so special."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she replied, "I had an amazing time too. You made every moment unforgettable."

There was a brief pause, as if time stood still between them, before Kuroo leaned in slowly. His lips met hers in a tender and hesitant kiss, filled with all the emotions they had shared throughout the night - joy, excitement, and an unspoken promise of something more.

The kiss was soft and sweet, a gentle exploration of each other's feelings. It felt like the perfect culmination of their connection, a moment of vulnerability and trust shared between two souls who had found something extraordinary in each other.

As they pulled away, Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and shyness. Kuroo's eyes sparkled with affection, and he cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin.

"I don't want this night to end," Kuroo confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. "Me neither," she replied, her fingers intertwining with his. "But I have a feeling that this is just the beginning."

Kuroo grinned, his playful charm returning. "You're right. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

And with that, they lingered for a few more moments, savoring the magic of their first date and the promise of a love that was yet to fully bloom. As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a sense of hope and excitement, knowing that she had found someone who made her heart race and brought joy to every moment they spent together.

As she walked into her apartment, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and she couldn't wait to see where this newfound connection with Kuroo would lead them. Little did she know that their first kiss was just the beginning of a passionate and transformative journey of love and volleyball, intertwining their lives in ways they could never have imagined.

In the days that followed their first kiss, Y/N and Kuroo found themselves inseparable. Their romance blossomed quickly, fueled by a shared passion for volleyball and an unyielding desire to explore the world together. They embarked on spontaneous adventures, jetting off to different cities to attend volleyball matches and immerse themselves in new cultures.

Every moment they spent together felt like a whirlwind of emotions - laughter, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of connection. They shared tender moments under starlit skies, made beautiful memories as they wandered hand in hand through bustling streets, and dreamt of a future where they could build a life together.

Their love story seemed like a fairytale, with each passing day deepening their affection for one another. Y/N couldn't help but fall more in love with Kuroo's adventurous spirit and the way he made her feel alive. He had a way of sweeping her off her feet, making her forget about the worries of the world as they got lost in each other's company.

But as their relationship progressed, signs of trouble began to emerge. Kuroo's restless nature and frequent travels for work started to strain their connection. Long distances and irregular schedules made it challenging for them to find time for each other. Communication issues crept in, as they struggled to bridge the gap created by the demands of their respective jobs.

Y/N felt a growing sense of insecurity as Kuroo's availability became inconsistent. She cherished the moments they had together, but when he was away, doubts crept into her mind. She longed for more stability and reassurance, unsure if their love alone could sustain the growing distance between them.

However, their demanding careers often kept them apart for extended periods. Kuroo's responsibilities at the Japan Volleyball Association meant frequent travels and late-night meetings, leaving Y/N feeling lonely and uncertain about their future. Insecurities began to creep into their minds, and they found themselves questioning whether their love alone could sustain their relationship.

Misunderstandings surfaced, leading to arguments that left emotional scars. The pressure of their respective careers added weight to their love, and the rollercoaster of emotions threatened to tear them apart. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to endure the trials they faced.

Despite her reservations, Y/N clung to the belief that their love was strong enough to conquer any obstacle. She tried to be understanding and patient, hoping that their deep connection would eventually prevail over the challenges they faced.

They had their moments of bliss, but it became increasingly evident that they were both struggling to find a balance between their individual ambitions and their life as a couple. Kuroo's passion and his demanding career pulled him in different directions, and Y/N found herself yearning for a sense of stability that seemed elusive.

One evening, after a particularly difficult conversation filled with misunderstandings and frustration, Kuroo sat Y/N down with a heavy heart. He explained that the long distances and irregular schedules were taking a toll on both of them, and he didn't want their love to suffer as a result.

"It's not that I don't love you," he said, his voice filled with genuine pain. "But I can't ignore the strain this is putting on us. We deserve to be happy, and right now, I don't think we can find that happiness together."

Y/N felt her heart shatter into pieces as she listened to his words. She had hoped against hope that they could work through their challenges, but Kuroo's honesty laid bare the reality of their situation.

The air between them felt heavy with unspoken emotions as they sat facing each other, their hands intertwined one last time.

"I never wanted this to end," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "I thought we could overcome anything together."

Kuroo looked into her tear-filled eyes, his heart aching at the pain he was causing. "I know, Y/N," he replied softly, his voice laced with regret. "But it's been so hard, and I don't want to keep hurting you or myself."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as she fought to find the right words. "Can't we at least try to work through this? We've faced challenges before, and we've always come out stronger."

Kuroo's gaze softened, and he gently cupped her face in his hands. "I wish it were that simple," he said, his voice laced with sorrow. "But we both know that the demands of our jobs aren't going to change anytime soon. It's not fair to ask you to wait for me or to put yourself through this uncertainty."

"But I love you," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. "Isn't that enough to make it work?"

Kuroo's eyes glistened with tears he refused to shed. "Love is a powerful thing, Y/N," he said, his voice tender. "But it's not always enough. We also need stability, trust, and a sense of being there for each other, and right now, I can't give you those things."

Y/N's heart ached at his words, but she knew he was right. Their love was strong, but it couldn't erase the challenges they faced or the doubts that had crept into their minds.

"I don't want to hold you back," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "If this is what you need to find happiness, then I won't stand in your way."

In tears, she nodded, understanding that they were both grappling with the difficult decision that lay ahead. With a heavy heart, they embraced one last time, cherishing the memories they had created together.

And just like that, their whirlwind romance came to an end. Y/N watched Kuroo walk away, knowing that they had shared something beautiful, but that life had chosen a different path for them.

In the following days, Y/N tried to focus on her work, but Kuroo's absence was a constant ache in her heart. She couldn't shake the memories of their time together, and every sight of a volleyball match reminded her of him. The pain was unbearable, and she felt like a mere rough draft in his life. Like an artist scrapping his work, she imagined crumpling herself up and throwing herself away, but she couldn't erase the memories they shared. Every word, every touch, and every smile were etched in her soul.

The aftermath of the break-up was a tumultuous time for Y/N. As days turned into weeks, she found herself trying to navigate the emotional rollercoaster that came with the end of a meaningful relationship. Waves of sadness, anger, and longing crashed over her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and lost.

At first, Y/N tried to distract herself, throwing herself into work and spending time with friends. But no matter how much she tried to keep busy, thoughts of Kuroo and their time together would creep into her mind, pulling at her heartstrings.

The plaid scarf, the one she had left at his house, became a constant reminder of the love they had shared and the pain of their parting. There were moments when she wanted to reach out to him, to hear his voice and find solace in his presence, but she knew that it was not the right path forward.

It had been a year since Y/N and Kuroo had parted ways, and the pain of their breakup had gradually eased, leaving behind a tapestry of cherished memories.

It was a cold winter evening, and Y/N found herself feeling overwhelmed with the pressures of her job and the uncertainties of her personal life. Seeking solace, she decided to clear her mind by attending a volleyball game at a local stadium.

As she settled into her seat, her gaze was momentarily fixated on a guy in the distance. He was wearing a plaid scarf, one that looked oddly familiar. Her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of nostalgia washed over her as memories of the past flooded her mind.

Her friend, noticing her distraction, nudged her with a playful grin. "Hey, where did your mind wander off to?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in their voice.

Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the sudden surge of emotions. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied with a small smile, not wanting to delve into the memories just yet.

But her friend, being perceptive, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he prodded gently. "You seemed lost in thought for a moment there."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to share her feelings. "It's just... that guy over there," she said, nodding toward the guy with the plaid scarf. "He looks like someone I used to know."

Her friend gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the complexity of her emotions. "An old flame?" they asked softly.

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty. "Yeah, he is," she admitted. "We had something special once, but life took us in different directions."

As the volleyball match continued, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at the guy with the plaid scarf. Memories of their time together flashed before her eyes - the laughter, the inside jokes, and the moments of shared happiness.

Her heart fluttered as she recognized Kuroo, standing with his characteristic charisma and magnetic presence. He looked as charming as she remembered, and her mind couldn't help but recall the memories they had once shared.

As Y/N watched Kuroo from a distance, she couldn't help but be captivated by his natural charisma and charm. It was as if he possessed an invisible magnetism that drew people in, effortlessly making them feel at ease in his presence. Even from afar, she could see how he lit up the room with his smile and how people gravitated towards him like moths to a flame.

Y/N remembered how his laughter had once been her favorite sound, a melody that brought comfort and happiness to her heart. It reminded her of the moments they had shared, the jokes they had exchanged, and the memories they had created together.

As he interacted with others, his playful banter and easygoing nature endeared him to everyone around him. He had a way of making people feel special, as if they were the only ones in the room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia, remembering how she had once been the recipient of his charming attention.

She watched as he engaged with the team members, offering words of encouragement and support. His passion for volleyball was evident in every gesture, and Y/N couldn't help but admire his dedication and drive. It was one of the things that had initially drawn her to him - his determination and enthusiasm for the sport they both loved.

Seeing him so comfortable and confident in his element made her heart swell with both admiration and a touch of longing. She missed the connection they had shared, the way he had made her feel alive and understood. The memories of their passionate romance flooded back, and for a moment, it was as if time had folded upon itself.

But she knew that the distance between them was not just physical; it was the emotional chasm that had grown between their paths. Y/N had learned to cherish the memories they had shared, but she also knew that sometimes love, no matter how intense, couldn't overcome the challenges they faced.

As she continued to watch Kuroo, she realized that the charisma and charm she had once fallen for were still very much a part of him.

What she felt could only be described like the last page of a book you were so engrossed in; you turn it, and it's over. Just like that. No grand finale, no dramatic exit, just a silent, haunting conclusion.

And yet, what lingers are the what ifs. Those two simple words hold so much power, so much weight. What if she had said this instead of that? What if she had fought harder? What if she had been more patient, more understanding? What if they had taken a different path, a different direction? What if they had stayed together?

The what ifs seem to taunt her, playing like a broken record in our minds. They're relentless, gnawing at our hearts like a persistent ache. Revisiting the memories, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the promises that were once so tenderly exchanged. And in those moments of reflection, the what ifs become more vivid, more tantalizing, and more painful.

As Y/N turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of memories and unspoken emotions, she couldn't help but whisper to herself, "I remember it all too well." It was a love that had left an indelible mark on her soul, a love that she would always carry with her, despite the pain it had brought. And as she walked away from the sight of Kuroo, she knew that some loves were meant to leave a lasting ache, a bittersweet reminder of what once was, and what could never be again.

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ✯ 𝐇.𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚"

PAIRING. Iwaizumi Hajime x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, mental health mentions

Y/N and Iwaizumi, whose budding romance is hindered by Y/N's mental health struggles. Despite Iwaizumi's patience and willingness, Y/N leaves the country to spare him pain. Years later, a chance encounter under falling snowflakes reunites them.

WC. 3.2k

A/N. Oneshot inspired by me and this guy. From the jigglypuff plush to the lego bouquet, this whole story is inspired by what happened to me except for the ending. He was the only guy I've ever experience pure love with, too bad I was fucked in the head. He's still one of my friends to this day I guess but not so much. Hope you enjoy.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

In the heart of a vibrant summer, Y/N and Iwaizumi were inseparable friends, finding comfort and laughter in each other's company. Their bond was unique, deeper than mere friendship, and though they hadn't vocalised their feelings, it was evident to those around them that they shared something special.

One scorching day, they visited the bustling amusement park. The air was filled with the scent of cotton candy and popcorn, and the sounds of laughter and exhilarating rides echoed through the air. Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement as they roamed the park together, trying every ride, indulging in treats, and making unforgettable memories.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Iwaizumi surprised Y/N with a cute Jigglypuff plushie from one of the game stalls. "For you," he said with a bashful smile. "So you always remember this day."

Y/N hugged the plushie tight and thanked him, a blush creeping up her cheeks. It was a moment of silent acknowledgment of their feelings, a connection that words didn't need to express.

As summer days turned to warm autumn hues, the bond between Y/N and Iwaizumi only grew stronger. They shared laughter and tears, supporting each other through thick and thin.

The autumn leaves fell down on Y/N and Iwaizumi as they sat under the shade of a large tree in the park, enjoying the view of the colourful leaves around them.

"Can you believe it's only 2 months until Christmas?" Iwaizumi remarked with a playful grin.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "It's still so far away, but I can't wait! I love everything about Christmas—the decorations, the music, and especially the presents!"

"I knew you'd say that," Iwaizumi teased, nudging her playfully. "So, what do you want for Christmas this year?"

She thought for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hmm, I think I want a Lego bouquet. Wouldn't that be cool?!"

Iwaizumi chuckled, charmed by her idea. "That's unique, Y/N. I'll see what I can do."

“You're lying Iwa,” She giggles, “You're not even going to remember.”

September turned into November and then December approached. The days grew shorter as the holiday season approached. Y/N and Iwaizumi continued to share their excitement for Christmas, but she had completely forgotten about her playful wish for a Lego bouquet.

On Christmas morning, they exchanged gifts in Iwaizumi's cozy living room, surrounded by twinkling lights and the warmth of the season. Y/N eagerly tore open her presents, unwrapping each one with delight.

As she reached the last gift, her eyes widened in surprise. It was a beautifully wrapped box with a tag that read, "To Y/N, from Iwaizumi."

Curiosity piqued, she carefully removed the wrapping paper, revealing a Lego bouquet—the one she had playfully mentioned months ago in the heat of autumn.

Y/N gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. "Iwaizumi, you remembered!"

He smiled, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Of course, I did. I wanted to give you something special, something that reminded me of the bond we share."

Carefully holding the Lego box in her hands, Y/N felt a rush of emotions. It wasn't just about the gift itself; it was the fact that Iwaizumi had listened, remembered, and put so much thought into it. It was a testament to the depth of their friendship and the love he held for her.

With a heartfelt smile, she looked up at Iwaizumi. "Thank you. This is the best Christmas gift I could have asked for."

He leaned in to give her a gentle hug, the warmth of their friendship enveloping them. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Merry Christmas, Iwaizumi," she replied, cherishing the Lego bouquet in her hands and the memory of an autumn day when she had casually mentioned her wish.

Y/N and Iwaizumi's friendship was a beacon of pure, unwavering love. From the moment they had met, they had shared an instant connection that went beyond words. They were kindred spirits, two souls that seemed destined to find each other in the vastness of the world.

As they grew older, the bond between them only strengthened. They were each other's confidants, sharing their dreams, fears, and hopes without judgement. Their love was pure and unconditional, free from any romantic expectations. Yet, it was unmistakable that they were both so in love with each other, even if they never uttered those words aloud.

Iwaizumi would go to great lengths to see Y/N smile. He knew her favourite ice cream flavour, the songs that made her dance, and the movies that made her laugh until her stomach hurt. He knew when she was lying, when she was nervous or when she was scared. He would surprise her with small gestures of kindness, like leaving a heartfelt note on her desk or baking her favourite cookies when she was feeling down.

Y/N, too, would do anything for Iwaizumi. She was his fiercest advocate, his number one supporter, and his sounding board for any challenge he faced. She knew his dreams and aspirations, and she would encourage him to chase them relentlessly.

The love between them was like an unspoken melody, ever-present in their hearts, but never explicitly acknowledged. But despite their unspoken feelings, they found comfort in the knowledge that their connection was strong enough to withstand anything.

Iwaizumi's willingness to do anything for Y/N knew no bounds. He would drop everything to be by her side during her darkest moments, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement until the storm passed. He cherished her laughter, her smile, and the way her eyes sparkled with joy. He would defend her fiercely from anyone who sought to harm her, and he would lend her his strength when she felt weak.

Y/N, too, was always there for Iwaizumi. She celebrated his victories and comforted him during his defeats. She understood the weight he carried on his shoulders, and she offered him a safe haven where he could be vulnerable and free from judgement. Their love was like a lighthouse in the stormy sea of life, guiding each other safely to shore.

In their hearts, they knew that their friendship was something extraordinary, something that came once in a lifetime. And while they may have yearned for something more, they were content to savour the sweetness of their pure love and the magic of their unbreakable bond.

And so, they continued to walk through life hand in hand, knowing that no matter where their paths led, their love would endure. Their friendship was a testament to the power of love in its purest form—the love that needed no labels or definitions, the love that simply was.

One evening, they sat on the swings at their favourite park, the air turning chillier with each passing day. Y/N absentmindedly swung back and forth, her thoughts burdened by her struggles.

Iwaizumi noticed the change in her demeanour. "You've been distant lately, Y/N. Is everything alright?"

She hesitated before answering, her voice slightly shaky. "Iwaizumi, I... I've been going through a tough time. My mental health hasn't been great, and I've been having these dark thoughts."

Concern etched across Iwaizumi's face as he gently grasped her hands. "Y/N, I'm here for you. You don't have to face this alone. Let me help."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into his caring gaze. "I’m so tired of feeling sad all the time. I don't want to hurt you, Iwaizumi. I care about you deeply, and I don't want to drag you into my problems."

He wiped away a tear with his thumb, his voice soft but determined. "Y/N, you don't have to worry about that. I care about you too, and I want to be here for you, no matter what. We'll face this together."

"But I don't want you to," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how long it'll take for me to get better, and I can't bear the thought of holding you back."

Iwaizumi gently cupped her face, making her meet his gaze. "Y/N, you're not holding me back. We'll take this one step at a time, and I'll be patient. Just promise me you won't shut me out. Let me be the support you need."

Y/N's heart ached at his unwavering love and support. She leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands against her skin. "I promise," she whispered, tears cascading down her cheeks.

In the following weeks, Iwaizumi stood by Y/N's side, offering a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, and a heart full of compassion. The weight of her struggles was still present, but knowing she had Iwaizumi by her side made it bearable. Their friendship blossomed into something deeper, and Y/N found herself falling for him even more.

One evening, as they strolled through the winter wonderland of twinkling lights and festive decorations, Y/N mustered the courage to express her feelings. "Iwaizumi, I... I love you," she said, her breath visible in the cold air.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, a tender smile graced his lips. "I love you too, Y/N. And I meant what I said before. We'll take this journey together, no matter how long it takes."

For a moment, hope flickered in Y/N's heart, but the weight of her mental struggles still lingered. She couldn't help but wonder if she was being selfish, wanting Iwaizumi to wait for her. The fear of being a burden weighed heavily on her mind.

As the days passed, Y/N found herself withdrawing into her own thoughts, contemplating what would be best for Iwaizumi and her own happiness. The joy of the season and the love she felt for him were overshadowed by her doubts and insecurities.

Finally, on the eve of her departure abroad, she mustered the courage to meet Iwaizumi one last time. Snowflakes danced around them, softening the edges of the world as they stood together in the park.

"Y/N," Iwaizumi said, concern evident in his voice. "Why are you leaving? Is it because of us?"

Tears glistened in her eyes as she shook her head. "No, Iwaizumi. I'm leaving because I don't want to hold you back. I want you to be happy, and I can't bear to see you wait for someone who might never be completely whole."

He reached out to touch her cheek, his eyes full of sorrow. "Y/N, you are worth waiting for. You're worth everything to me. I don't want a life without you in it."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But I can't do this to you. I love you too much to see you unhappy."

With a heavy heart, Y/N turned and walked away, leaving Iwaizumi standing there, heartbroken and confused.

Years passed, and Y/N returned home, her heart heavy with regret and longing. She couldn't help but wonder what could have been if she had stayed and allowed herself to be loved by Iwaizumi.

The winter wind howled as Y/N stood alone on an ice-covered bench in the park, her breath visible in the frosty air. She had returned home after spending years abroad, hoping to find some closure and perhaps a glimpse of the life she had left behind. The memories flooded her mind as she looked around, and a hint of sadness lingered in her eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned, and there he was—her old friend, Iwaizumi. His once unruly hair was now neatly trimmed, and he had grown into a man with an aura of quiet strength. Time had been kind to him, but it also served as a reminder of the years they had spent apart.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There were so many things they wanted to say, but the weight of unspoken emotions kept them silent.

"Y/N," Iwaizumi finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and warmth. "Is it really you?"

She managed a small smile, the emotions threatening to spill over. "Yes, Iwaizumi. It's me."

He stepped closer, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "Why did you leave, Y/N. We were best friends, and then one day, you were just gone."

Y/N looked down at her hands, the guilt resurfacing. "I thought it was for the best, Iwaizumi. I didn't want to hurt you, and I thought it was the right thing to do."

He gently lifted her chin, making her meet his gaze. "You didn't have to leave like that. We could have faced everything together, just like we promised."

"I know," she whispered, a tear escaping her eye. "But I was scared, Iwaizumi. I didn't want to hold you back. My mental health was in shambles, and I felt like I couldn't be the person you deserved."

His expression softened, understanding shining in his eyes. "You never had to be perfect for me, Y/N. I loved you.”

The past tense echoed in her mind, hitting her like a wave of melancholy. The love she had always sensed, the connection that had bound them together, had been real, but now it felt like a distant memory, a love that had slipped through her fingers.

Her heart ached as she searched his eyes for any glimmer of hope, hoping against hope that she had misheard him or misunderstood his words. But the truth lay bare in his gaze—he had loved her, and perhaps he still did, but the timing had never aligned for them.

Iwaizumi's hold on Y/N tightened for a moment before he gently released her. He looked into her eyes, his expression a mix of coldness and sadness.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. "Y/N, I'm married now," he stated simply, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Her eyes filled with sadness, and she nodded, accepting the reality of the situation. "I see. Congratulations," she managed to say, a forced smile on her lips.

The silence between them was deafening, and Y/N struggled to find the right words. She wanted to tell him how much she regretted leaving, how she longed to be with him, but the guilt of her past actions held her back.

"Iwaizumi, I'm sorry for everything," Y/N finally whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle falling snow.

He looked at her, the hurt evident in his eyes. "You left after everything, Y/N. Do you have any idea how much that hurt me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to find the right way to explain. "I was going through a dark time, and I didn't want to drag you into my struggles. I thought leaving was the best way to protect you."

"I loved you, Y/N," Iwaizumi's voice wavered. "I loved you, and you just left without a word. It felt like you didn't care at all."

"I did care," she choked out, the pain of her actions finally hitting her. "I cared so much, and that's why I left. I thought I was doing what was best for you."

Iwaizumi's jaw tightened, trying to hold back his feelings. He took a step back, needing to distance himself from the woman who still held a special place in his heart. "I hope you find happiness, Y/N. Just like I did."

Y/N's heart broke at the finality of his words, knowing that she had hurt him deeply. She wanted to reach out to him, to hold him close, but she knew it wouldn't change the past.

"Iwaizumi, I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice trembling. "I hope you have a wonderful life."

Without another word, Iwaizumi turned and walked away, leaving Y/N standing alone. She watched him disappear into the distance, her heart heavy with regret.

Y/N felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. It was as if time had slowed, and every step he took away from her felt like an eternity. She wanted to call out to him, to beg him to stay, to tell him that she still loves him, but the words caught in her throat. Fear and doubt held her captive, and the overwhelming pain of losing the one real thing she ever knew paralyzed her.

She clutched her heart, hoping to somehow keep it from breaking completely, but there was no relief from the ache inside. The realisation that she had let him go, that she had lost him, was like a knife twisting in her chest.

The world around her blurred as tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. And so, she watched him fade into the distance, a part of her soul leaving with him. It was a pain she had never known before, a void that nothing else could fill. The realisation that she had lost the one real thing she ever knew was like a dark cloud looming over her, suffocating her with regret and longing.

She knew that from that moment on, life would never be the same. She had let the love of her life slip away, and she could only hope that she would find happiness, even if it meant it wouldn't be with him.

As the first snowflakes settled on the ground, Y/N felt a mix of emotions overwhelm her. The last glimpse of him disappeared from sight, she finally allowed the tears to fall, a torrent of emotions pouring out of her. She had found him, but their reunion had only brought pain and longing. The snowfall intensified, creating a soft, white blanket over the park bench where they had once sat together in happier times.

Y/N whispered to the winter breeze, knowing he couldn't hear her, "I'm sorry for hurting you, Iwaizumi. I'll always cherish the memories we shared, even if they were fleeting."

With a heavy heart, she turned away, her steps faltering as she left the park behind. The weight of their unspoken love bore down on her, and with each step she took, it felt as though she was leaving a part of herself behind.

The first snow of winter continued to fall, its delicate flakes creating a serene and ethereal atmosphere around her. As she walked, each snowflake seemed to mirror the tears that silently escaped her eyes.

She couldn't help but look back one last time, hoping for a fleeting glimpse of Iwaizumi, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her heart ached at the thought of him walking away, just like she did all those years ago.

In that moment, she realised that the love they had shared would remain a silent melody in their hearts. A love that would never be openly acknowledged, but one that would forever be etched in the deepest corners of their souls.

With a final tearful glance at the park bench where they had once laughed and dreamed together, she turned her gaze forward and continued on her path. The first snow of winter gently blanketed the world around her, leaving her with a bittersweet sense of closure.

As she walked away from the park, she knew that she would always carry a piece of Iwaizumi with her. He had been her anchor, her source of strength, and her first love. And even though their paths had diverged, the memories they shared would forever hold a special place in her heart.

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𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫 ✯ 𝐎.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

"𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙄'𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚"

PAIRING. Miya Osamu x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, rebound relationship

Osamu and Y/N, both recovering from serious breakups, find solace in a casual fling. Yet, emotions soon diverge. Osamu yearns for something deeper, while Y/N hesitates to leave the pain behind

WC. 4.0k

A/N. My one shots are getting longer and I hope my writing is better lol. This one isn't really a sad ending its like bittersweet, its sad for Osamu but alright for reader. Was going to write a smut for this I was going to continue it as something longer but wtv. Reader is a red flag in this but so is Osamu. Makes more sense if you watched 500 days of summer.

Ib: 500 days of summer

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Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The night was alive with the flickering neon lights of the city as Y/N found herself at a dimly lit bar, trying to escape the suffocating weight of her broken engagement. She nursed a cocktail, her fingers tracing the edge of the glass absently. She needed a distraction, something to numb the pain and fill the void.

Across the bar, a man caught her eye. He looked familiar, like someone she had seen in passing but never really noticed. His grey hair was casually tousled, and he had an air of quiet confidence about him. As if feeling her gaze, he turned and their eyes locked for a moment before he smiled, beckoning her over with a slight nod.

Curiosity mingled with her vulnerability, and Y/N found herself drawn to him. She approached cautiously, unsure of what this encounter might lead to.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.

"Sure," Y/N replied, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil inside her.

"I'm Osamu," he introduced himself, extending a hand.

"Y/N," she responded, shaking his hand.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. Osamu had a calming presence, and Y/N felt her worries fading away as laughter filled the air. They shared stories about their lives, their past relationships, and their dreams for the future.

"I got out of a long-term relationship not too long ago," Osamu admitted, his eyes searching Y/N's for a reaction.

She nodded understandingly, finding comfort in the fact that he could relate to her current situation. "I just ended my engagement," she confessed, feeling a knot forming in her stomach as the words left her lips.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Osamu said, genuine empathy in his voice. "Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns, and we find ourselves on paths we never imagined."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to push away the pain. "Yeah, that's true."

As the night wore on, their connection grew stronger, and they found themselves lost in each other's company. Eventually, Osamu leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he whispered, "What if we become each other's rebound? Just for tonight, to forget the past and enjoy the moment?"

The proposition hung in the air, tempting and dangerous all at once. Y/N knew it was a risky move, but she couldn't deny the allure of escaping into a temporary fling with a man who seemed to understand her pain.

Part of her wanted to say no, to take the safe path and avoid more heartache. But another part of her, a part clouded by grief and longing, yearned for the connection that Osamu offered.

As Y/N stood outside the bar, her heart was torn between caution and desire. She knew the risks involved in getting into a rebound with Osamu, the handsome stranger who seemed to be the perfect escape from her shattered engagement. The logical part of her mind screamed warnings, reminding her of the inevitable heartbreak that would follow. But her emotions were in turmoil, craving a distraction from the pain that seemed to engulf her.

She had been through so much in the past few days, and the idea of being wanted, even if only for a fleeting moment, was like a lifeline. Osamu's presence felt like a temporary respite, a reprieve from the reality of her failed relationship. The allure of forgetting her troubles, at least for a night, pulled her towards him like a magnetic force.

But somewhere deep within her, a voice whispered, urging her to be cautious, to protect her already fragile heart. She had seen friends fall into rebounds before, and the aftermath was never pretty. It was like pouring salt into an open wound, exacerbating the pain she was trying so desperately to numb.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she weighed the consequences. She knew that getting into Osamu's car would be like stepping into the unknown, willingly subjecting herself to an emotional rollercoaster with no guarantee of a happy ending. But at that moment, it felt like the only way to escape her reality.

Her thoughts swirled like a tempest, and she battled the conflicting emotions raging within her. "What am I doing?" she asked herself silently. She knew that deep down, she deserved more than just a rebound, more than being a fleeting distraction in someone else's life. But her heart ached for connection, for warmth, for the feeling of being desired and cared for.

In that moment, Y/N made a decision, one that she knew might lead to heartbreak but was also a desperate attempt to find a moment of solace amidst the chaos. She stepped forward, walking towards Osamu, who awaited her with a gentle smile. "Let's do it," she said, her voice betraying both trepidation and determination.

Osamu's face lit up with a mix of surprise and excitement, but he respected the vulnerability in her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, giving her one last chance to back out.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the safe haven of the bar. But then, she met Osamu's gaze, and something in his eyes reassured her. He had his own share of scars, and maybe they could find solace in each other, however temporary it might be.

"Yes," she said finally, taking his hand and letting him lead her to his car.

A crooked smile appeared on Osamu's face, and he took her hand, leading her out of the bar. They walked to a nearby parking lot, where his car was parked. The city lights danced on the sleek black exterior as he opened the passenger door for her, a gesture that felt strangely intimate.

As they drove through the city streets, the reality of her decision sank in, and Y/N's heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and fear. She knew this would be a bittersweet journey, one that she would remember for a lifetime. But right now, she just wanted to lose herself in the moment, to forget about the pain and uncertainty that loomed ahead.

"You know, Osamu," she began, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. "I want to be upfront with you. I just got out of an engagement, and I'm not looking for anything serious right now."

Osamu's expression softened, placing his hand on hers. "I understand," he said gently. "I'm not looking to rush into anything either. Let's just take things as they come, no pressure."

Relief washed over Y/N as she realized that Osamu was on the same page. She didn't want to close herself off to the possibility of connection, but she needed time to heal and find herself again.

The night was a blur of laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances, all tinged with the knowledge that this was temporary. They leaned into each other's touch, their lips meeting in the dark, searching for a connection that would fill the void in their hearts.

Over the next few weeks, they fell into an easy rhythm, enjoying each other's company without the burden of expectations. Y/N felt herself opening up to Osamu, sharing pieces of herself that she had kept hidden for years. But she couldn't help but notice that he sometimes withdrew, his eyes clouded with memories of his past relationship.

As the days turned into weeks, Osamu found himself growing more attached to Y/N. He couldn't help but be drawn to her warmth and vulnerability, which reminded him of his ex-girlfriend. His past relationship had left a profound impact on him, and he carried the weight of his codependence and idealization into this new connection.

In his mind, Osamu began to create a fantasy about their future together. He imagined them as a perfect couple, deeply in love and sharing a life filled with joy and happiness. But he didn't realize that he was projecting his own desires onto Y/N, assuming that she would eventually change her mind and want the same things.

Even though Y/N had been upfront about not wanting anything serious, Osamu convinced himself that she would eventually see how wonderful they could be together. He believed that if he showed her enough love and commitment, she would want to be in a serious relationship with him.

But the more he pushed his expectations onto Y/N, the more he felt the strain of the situation. He knew that he was putting pressure on her, and that it wasn't fair to either of them. He tried to suppress his anxieties, but his whole mental state became centered around the idea of being with her, and he couldn't help but feel a constant sense of unease.

Y/N, on the other hand, was trying her best to be understanding and patient with Osamu. But she also knew that she couldn't give him what he wanted, and she felt guilty for not being able to reciprocate his feelings fully.

Their once easy companionship began to feel strained as Osamu's expectations weighed heavily on their interactions. He would bring up the future they could have together, and while Y/N appreciated his affection, she also felt overwhelmed by the pressure.

Y/N had always been fiercely independent and never one to shy away from her desires. After the whirlwind of her last serious relationship, she made a vow to herself that she would focus on her own growth and happiness. She didn't want anything serious, at least not for now.

When Y/N met Osamu, she was immediately drawn to his warmth and charm. He was caring and attentive, and she enjoyed the easy companionship they shared. But as their connection deepened, she could sense that Osamu wanted something more than what she was ready to give.

Their dates were filled with laughter and affection, but Y/N kept a part of herself guarded, afraid of letting anyone too close. She had built walls around her heart, shielding it from the pain she had experienced before. And even though Osamu tried to chip away at those walls with every sweet gesture and kind word, she couldn't bring herself to fully let go.

Osamu, on the other hand, was eager to find someone to share his life with again. He had gone through his own heartbreak in the past, but he believed that Y/N was different, worth the risk of vulnerability. He saw potential in their relationship, and it scared him how much he cared for her, knowing that she might not be willing to meet him at the same emotional level.

One evening, as they strolled along the beach under a sky painted with stars, Osamu gently broached the subject that had been tugging at his heart for some time. "Y/N, I want to be honest with you. I'm falling for you, and I want something serious, something real. But I sense that you might not be in the same place right now."

Y/N's heart sank, knowing that he was right. She cared for Osamu deeply, but she was emotionally unavailable, unable to give him what he deserved. She looked down at the sand beneath her feet, unsure of how to respond without hurting him.

"I appreciate your honesty, Osamu," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "You mean a lot to me, and I enjoy being with you. But I'm not ready for anything serious. I hope you understand."

The air around them felt heavy with tension as Y/N and Osamu sat facing each other. Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, knowing that what she was about to say might hurt Osamu even more.

"I never wanted anything serious," she began, her voice soft but firm. "From the beginning, I was clear about it. I didn't want to jump into a committed relationship."

Osamu's face contorted with confusion and frustration. "But you gave me mixed signals," he protested. "You acted like you cared about me, like we had something special."

Y/N nodded, understanding his confusion but needing to clarify her position. "I do care about you, Osamu. You're a wonderful person, and I enjoyed our time together. But I thought we were on the same page – having fun, enjoying each other's company without any pressure for a serious commitment."

Osamu shook his head, feeling a knot forming in his stomach. "I thought I could handle that at first, but the more time we spent together, the more I realized I wanted more. I wanted us to be exclusive, to build something real."

"I'm sorry," Y/N said, her voice tinged with regret. "I should have been clearer about my intentions from the start. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Osamu ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his gestures. "I just don't understand why you wouldn't want something more with me. We have a great connection, and I care about you so much."

"I care about you too," Y/N replied sincerely. "But I'm just not in the right place for a serious relationship right now. I need time to focus on myself, to heal from my past, and to figure out what I truly want."

Osamu's eyes bore into hers, searching for answers that she couldn't give. "So, what? You never saw a future with us?"

Y/N hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I never said that. I just couldn't see it at this point in my life. And I didn't want to lead you on or make promises I couldn't keep."

Osamu leaned back, his frustration giving way to a sense of resignation. "I guess I just hoped you would change your mind, that we could work through it together."

Y/N reached out and placed a gentle hand on his. "Osamu, I understand that this is difficult for you, and I'm truly sorry for any pain I've caused. But I can't change how I feel or what I'm ready for."

He sighed, pulling his hand away. "I thought I could convince you, that if I showed you how much I cared, you'd want to be with me too."

"It's not about convincing," Y/N said softly. "Feelings aren't something you can negotiate or persuade. They're either there or they're not."

Osamu looked down at the floor, trying to process her words. "I guess I just thought that if we had something good, it would naturally lead to more."

Y/N nodded, understanding his perspective. "But sometimes, two people can be great together and still not want the same things."

A heavy silence settled between them, filled with the weight of unspoken emotions. Y/N knew that she had to stand her ground, even if it hurt both of them. She couldn't compromise her own emotional well-being to appease someone else's desires.

"I think it's best if we take some space," Osamu finally said, his voice tinged with sadness. "I need time to process all of this."

Y/N nodded in agreement, knowing that it was the right decision. "I understand. Take all the time you need."

As they parted ways that day, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow. She never wanted to hurt Osamu, but she also knew that she couldn't force herself into something she wasn't ready for.

The air between Y/N and Osamu felt heavy with unspoken emotions as they sat in the dimly lit café. The tension between them had been building for weeks, and it was now impossible to ignore. Their once vibrant connection had started to fade, replaced by arguments and emotional discussions that seemed to lead nowhere.

Osamu struggled to make sense of Y/N's mixed signals and her reluctance to commit. He felt distant from her, as if the person he had grown close to was slipping through his fingers. He loved her deeply, but her refusal to define their relationship left him feeling lost and confused.

As the café chatter buzzed around them, Y/N finally spoke up, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Osamu, I care about you, but I can't give you what you want. I'm not ready for a serious commitment, and I don't see a future for us beyond what we have now."

His heart sank, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He had hoped that Y/N would eventually change her mind, that she would see how much they could have together. But now, reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

"Why? Why can't you give us a chance?" he asked, trying to keep the hurt from his voice.

Y/N looked down at the table, her gaze avoiding his. "It's not that I don't care about you, Osamu. But I need time to figure things out for myself. I don't want to rush into something I'm not ready for, and I can't promise you something I can't deliver."

Osamu struggled to hold back tears, feeling a mix of frustration and heartbreak. "I just don't understand," he whispered. "We have something special, don't we?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Yes, we do. But that doesn't mean I can give you what you want. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't change how I feel."

As the days passed, the strain on their relationship became unbearable. They tried to salvage what they had, but it was clear that they wanted different things. Arguments and emotional discussions became a recurring pattern, leaving both of them feeling drained and distant.

Osamu couldn't help but cling to the idealized version of Y/N that he had created in his mind. He believed that if he just held on a little longer, she would see how perfect they could be together. But deep down, he knew that he was holding onto an illusion that didn't match the reality of their situation.

One evening, after another emotional argument, Osamu finally mustered the courage to face the truth. He realized that he couldn't force Y/N to love him the way he loved her. He deserved someone who reciprocated his feelings fully, someone who wanted the same things he did.

With a heavy heart, Osamu met Y/N one last time to end things. He felt a mix of sadness and relief, knowing that it was the right decision, even if it broke his heart.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "But I can't keep holding onto something that isn't there. I need to let go and find someone who wants the same things as I do."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, and she reached out to hold his hand. "I'm so sorry, Osamu," she whispered. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Osamu nodded, trying to hold back his own tears. "I know. And I don't blame you. We both deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with each other."

Despite the pain, Y/N and Osamu decided to stay apart for some time, giving each other the space they needed to heal and grow. But as days turned into weeks, Y/N found herself seeking him out again and again, unable to resist the familiar comfort and affection they once shared.

Each time, they would come together, seeking solace in the moment. But as the sun rose, Y/N would pull away once more, reminding herself of her own emotional unavailability. It was a cycle of comfort and heartbreak that seemed to repeat endlessly.

Osamu, too, struggled to resist the pull of their connection. He understood that he needed to move on, but he couldn't help but hold onto hope that one day, Y/N would change her mind.

The weight of the situation had become unbearable for Y/N. She couldn't continue the cycle of comfort and heartbreak any longer. She knew that for both their sakes, it was time to confront the reality of their situation and put an end to the uncertainty.

One evening, as they sat together in a quiet park, the words she had been holding back for so long finally surfaced. The air was heavy with the weight of their unspoken emotions, and Y/N took a deep breath before speaking.

"Osamu, we need to talk," she began, her voice steady but tinged with sadness.

He looked at her, his eyes searching for answers he feared he already knew. "What is it, Y/N?" he asked, his heart sinking.

"I can't do this anymore," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't keep going back and forth, giving you hope when I know deep down that I can't give you what you want."

"I can't bear the thought of losing you," Osamu pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I know it's complicated, but can't we at least try to make this work? I'm willing to wait, to give you all the time you need."

Y/N's heart ached at the desperation in his eyes, but she knew she had to stay true to herself. She couldn't keep giving him false hope or pretend that a real relationship would ever be possible.

"Osamu, I care about you deeply," she said gently, her voice trembling with sadness. "But I've been honest from the beginning. I don't want anything serious, and I don't see a future for us beyond what we have now."

He looked down, unable to hide the pain in his eyes. "So, that's it then? We just go back to being friends like nothing happened?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she reached out to touch his hand, offering him a small, sad smile. "You're still special to me, no matter what," she said softly. "But I can't give you what you want, and I won't keep stringing you along."

Osamu's heart felt like it was being ripped apart. He had hoped against hope that she would change her mind, that she would see how much they could have together. But now, he felt like he had hit a dead-end.

"I don't know if I can do this," he admitted, his voice filled with defeat. "It hurts too much to be just friends."

Y/N nodded, her own heart breaking for him. "I understand," she whispered. "I won't force you to stay, but I hope you know that I'll always cherish the time we spent together."

He looked up at her, his eyes searching for answers that he knew she couldn't give. "I just don't know how to let go," he said, his voice trembling with raw emotion.

Y/N's heart ached at the pain in his voice, and she wished she could take away his suffering. But she also knew that she couldn't be the one to fix him or to give him what he needed.

"You're still my best friend," she said gently, her voice filled with compassion.

With a heavy heart, Osamu finally mustered the strength to get up and leave. Y/N watched him walk away, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. She knew that she had made the right decision, painful as it was.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, Y/N and Osamu exchanged one last heartfelt smile. Their paths had diverged, leading them to different destinations in life, but the bittersweet beauty of their shared memories lingered in the air, a reminder of a connection that had once been, and the unspoken "what ifs" that danced in the fading light.

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𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐀.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝"

PAIRING. Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, ADULTERY, unrequited love, childhood friends to NOT lovers.

A complex and emotionally charged story that revolves around the intertwined lives of Y/N and Atsumu and their affair

WC. 4.3k

A/N. Okay I'm going to put it straight. Y/N is dependant on Atsumu which makes it why she appears so 'weak' or wtv. Atsumu doesn't love Y/N, kind of explained in the story which is why this one is super long. This is probably one of my deep deep one shots and there's reasons for their actions. Not defending cheating and I've said it before, this is going to be a deep one. Also its heavily inspired by Takumi and Reira's relationship.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The soft rays of the morning sun bathed the small coastal town where Y/N and Atsumu grew up together. The sound of crashing waves served as the backdrop to the story of two childhood friends who shared an unbreakable bond that even fate couldn't sever.

Y/N and Atsumu had been inseparable since they were little, finding solace in each other's company. Atsumu's childhood was marked by tragedy when he lost his mother at a tender age. Grief weighed heavy on his young heart, and he faced a rough path ahead. But amid the darkness, Y/N stood like a beacon of light, guiding him through the shadows.

When the news first broke of his mother, she found him sitting alone on the beach they had spent countless hours playing as children. The usually lively and energetic boy seemed like a mere shadow of himself, lost in the depths of grief. Y/N approached him quietly, her heart aching at the sight of her dear friend in pain.

"Atsumu," she whispered, her voice filled with gentle concern.

Atsumu looked up, his tear-streaked face meeting her worried gaze. He didn't say anything, but the unspoken anguish in his eyes told Y/N everything she needed to know.

Without a word, she sat down beside him, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace. She didn't try to offer empty words of consolation; she knew that nothing she said could take away the pain he felt. Instead, she simply held him close, allowing him to lean on her for support.

As the waves crashed against the shore, Y/N stayed by his side, offering him the solace he desperately needed. Time seemed to lose its meaning as they sat there, the world around them fading into insignificance. Y/N understood the power of silent companionship, and she was determined to be there for him in his darkest hour.

"It hurts so much, Y/N," Atsumu finally choked out, his voice breaking with emotion.

"I know," Y/N replied, her voice equally choked with emotion. "I can't take away your pain, Atsumu, but I promise you won't have to face it alone."

Atsumu looked at her, gratitude mingling with sorrow in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to worry about that," Y/N said, her voice firm with conviction. "I'll be here for you, no matter what. We've always been there for each other, right?"

Atsumu nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, we have."

In the days that followed, Y/N kept true to her word. She stayed by Atsumu's side, offering him a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear whenever he needed it. She helped him make funeral arrangements and stood with him as he bid his final farewell to his mother.

Through it all, Y/N remained a pillar of strength for Atsumu, guiding him through the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. She reminded him of the happy memories they had shared, and together, they found solace in the knowledge that his mother's love would always be with him.

As time passed, Atsumu's wounds began to heal, but the memory of his mother remained etched in his heart. And through it all, Y/N continued to be his rock, the one constant presence in his life, just as she had been since their childhood.

Their bond grew even stronger, cemented by the trials they had faced together. Atsumu knew that he could always count on Y/N, and she knew that her place in his life was irreplaceable.

From their earliest memories, Y/N had been the pure entity in Atsumu's life. She possessed a quiet strength that calmed the storm in his heart. The two of them spent countless hours playing on the beach, building sandcastles and chasing seagulls. But as they grew older, Atsumu's shared passion for volleyball became the center of their universe.

Atsumu discovered his love for the sport during his elementary school years, and Y/N became his muse and inspiration. Because of that, Atsumu soared to new heights, earning a spot in the national team and eventually securing a place in the pro Olympic team.

Throughout their journey in the world of volleyball, Y/N stood by Atsumu's side, managing every aspect of his career. Her unwavering support and dedication were unparalleled. She managed his schedules, arranged training sessions, and took care of all the logistical details, allowing Atsumu to focus solely on his game.

As the years passed, Y/N’s admiration for Atsumu grew deeper, but in the pursuit of their dreams, the world presented them with a harsh reality when Atsumu’s one night stand, Emi, was pregnant.

Atsumu's heart felt like an impenetrable fortress as he delivered the news to Y/N. He revealed Emi's pregnancy with a cold detachment that left Y/N reeling. She had always hoped for a different outcome, but the reality was far from her dreams.

"Y/N, I wanted you to know that Emi is pregnant," Atsumu said flatly, his gaze avoiding her eyes.

Y/N's heart sank, and she struggled to keep her composure. "Oh, I see."

Atsumu continued, his voice void of emotion. "We've decided to get married to avoid any potential scandal. It's the right thing to do."

She tried to hide her hurt, burying her feelings deep within. "I understand, Atsumu. It's important to consider what's best for everyone involved."

But her heart was breaking, knowing that Atsumu didn't care for her the way she cared for him. He saw their night together as a mere blip in the grand scheme of things, while she held onto it like a precious memory she couldn't let go of.

As the days passed, Y/N watched Atsumu prepare for his impending marriage with a heavy heart. She couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal, knowing that he was marrying someone he didn't truly love, while her love for him remained unrequited.

One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, Y/N found herself seeking solace in their favorite spot on the beach. Atsumu found her there, his face expressionless as he approached.

"Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.

She forced a smile, masking her true emotions. "I'm fine, Atsumu. Just thinking about everything."

Atsumu sat down beside her, the distance between them feeling vast and insurmountable. "I know this isn't easy for you, and I'm sorry for that."

Her heart clenched at his words, knowing that he was apologizing out of obligation rather than genuine concern. "It's not your fault, Atsumu. You have to do what's right for you and your family."

Atsumu looked away, seemingly unable to confront the reality of their situation. "I hope you'll still be there for me, Y/N. You've always been my rock."

Y/N fought back tears, her voice soft but resolute. "Of course, Atsumu. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."

And in that moment, she knew that her love for him would never waver, even if his heart belonged to another. Y/N understood that she couldn't force him to feel something he didn't, but she also couldn't abandon the one person who had always been there for her.

As the waves crashed against the shore, Y/N found strength in knowing that she would continue to be Atsumu's source of comfort, even if he could never return her love.

He couldn't abandon Y/N, not after all she had done for him. His conscience struggled with the guilt of leaving her behind. Still, he couldn't deny the responsibility he held for Emi and the child growing inside her. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, and he decided to marry Emi, promising to care for her and their child.

Y/N, though heartbroken, put on a brave face and continued to support Atsumu as his friend. She knew he needed her now more than ever, and she refused to abandon him, just as he refused to abandon her. But deep inside, she couldn't help but hope that someday, he would see her as more than a friend and manager.

Y/N understood the complexity of their relationship. She knew Atsumu used her presence and affection to fill the void in his heart, but she couldn't bring herself to deny him. She loved him unconditionally, even if it meant being the second choice in his life.

One day, as Y/N was going through Atsumu's schedule and emails, she noticed a particular message that caught her eye. It was an invitation to Atsumu's wedding. Her heart sank as she read the words on the screen, and a mix of emotions overwhelmed her.

For a moment, she felt a wave of jealousy and heartbreak, knowing that the man she loved was about to marry someone else. But beneath those emotions, she also felt happiness for him, knowing that he had found love and a family of his own.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she closed the email. She couldn't bear to think of a life without Atsumu by her side, but she had always known that this day might come. He deserved happiness, even if it wasn't with her.

With a heavy heart, Y/N decided to confront Atsumu. She found him at the training facility, sweating and focused as he prepared for his next game. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the conversation ahead.

"Atsumu," she called out, her voice tinged with both sadness and resolve.

He turned to her, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Hey, Y/N. What's up?"

Y/N tried to smile back, but the weight of her emotions made it difficult. "I saw the email," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Congratulations on your wedding."

Atsumu's expression softened, and he approached her, sensing the heaviness in her words. "Thank you, Y/N. I wanted to talk to you about it."

Y/N shook her head gently, not wanting to burden him with her feelings. "It's okay, Atsumu. I understand. You deserve to be happy."

His brow furrowed with concern, Atsumu reached out to cup her cheek. "Y/N, you mean the world to me. You know that, right? You've always been there for me, and I'll never forget that."

A single tear escaped Y/N's eye, and she leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort it brought. "I know, Atsumu. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."

He pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her close. "You're my rock, Y/N. I couldn't have achieved any of this without you."

As much as Y/N wanted to confess her feelings at that moment, she held back, not wanting to put any burden on Atsumu before his big day. She cherished the closeness they shared, even if it was tinged with a bittersweet ache.

The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N stood at the back of the venue, watching as Atsumu and his bride exchanged vows. Her heart swelled with both joy and heartache as she witnessed the love between them. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find a love like that for herself.

Amid the celebrations, Y/N found herself stealing glances at Atsumu, his happiness radiating from him. He caught her eye at one point, and a soft smile played on his lips, as if he could sense her turmoil. It only deepened the ache in her heart.

The aftermath of Atsumu's wedding was a tumultuous time for Y/N. She tried to suppress her feelings for him, burying them deep within her heart while continuing to be the dedicated friend he relied on.

As time went by, Atsumu found it increasingly difficult to keep Y/N at a distance. She had been his sanctuary, his escape from the harsh realities of his troubled childhood. She was the one thing that made life bearable, the pure and soothing melody amidst the cacophony of his past.

But as he matured, he realized that he couldn't keep clinging to the illusion of Y/N as his saving grace. She was a person with her own desires, dreams, and emotions, not just a figure in his life to bring him comfort. He wanted her to be happy, but he struggled to face the reality that maybe he couldn't be the one to give her that happiness.

Atsumu tried to find his own path, embracing his passion for volleyball, pursuing a career as an Olympic athlete and now a married man. He discovered a purpose beyond just relying on Y/N, but deep down, he knew that her feelings for him hadn't disappeared.

Yet Y/N couldn't help but yearn for more from Atsumu. As they grew older, she wanted to be seen not just as his source of comfort but as a woman with her own identity. She wanted to share a genuine connection with him, beyond their childhood bond. Her love for him only intensified as she saw him flourish and succeed, but she also knew that she couldn't sacrifice her own desires and happiness for his sake.

One evening, as the sun set over the beach, Y/N and Atsumu sat side by side, the waves gently lapping at their feet. The atmosphere was calm, and the air was filled with a comfortable silence.

Y/N spoke softly, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "I'm happy for you, Atsumu. I really am. Emi is a wonderful woman, and I know she loves you deeply."

Atsumu smiled, his hand reaching out to pat her on her head, stroking it. "Thank you, Y/N. Your support means everything to me."

Y/N's voice was tinged with vulnerability as she finally mustered the courage to address the unspoken tension between them. "Atsumu, I need to talk to you about something important."

Atsumu's face remained impassive, his guard firmly in place. "Go ahead, Y/N."

Her heart sank but she pressed on, determined to bring their feelings to light. "I’ve been in love with you for so many years now. I don't think I can see you with another woman and live the life I wanted with you!"

Atsumu's eyes flickered, a distant look in his gaze. "Y/N, you're important to me, but you're overthinking things. We're friends, that's it."

Her heart shattered, but she refused to show weakness. "Friends... is that all you see me as, Atsumu?"

He sighed, as if her emotions were a burden he'd rather not carry. "I don't want to deal with this right now. Can we just drop it?"

Y/N bit her lip, holding back tears as she nodded. "Sure, Atsumu. We can drop it."

The silence that followed felt suffocating, filled with unspoken words and shattered dreams. Atsumu's distance was like a cold wall between them, and Y/N felt herself retreating further into her own world of unrequited love.

As the days passed, Atsumu remained aloof, avoiding any conversations that delved into their emotions. Y/N tried to maintain their friendship, but the pain of his indifference was becoming too much to bear.

One evening, as they found themselves alone after a volleyball game, Y/N couldn't contain her emotions any longer. "Atsumu, I can't keep pretending that everything's okay. You're so distant, and it hurts."

Atsumu glanced at her, his expression unchanged. "I have a lot on my plate right now. I can't deal with this emotional drama."

Her voice trembled, her pain slipping through her defenses. "It's not just drama, Atsumu. These are my feelings, and they matter."

He sighed, frustration creeping into his tone. "Look, Y/N, I don't know what you want me to say. I don't feel the same way, and I can't force myself to."

The weight of his words hung in the air, a painful admission of their mismatched feelings. Y/N felt like an intruder in her own heart, unwelcome and rejected.

As the distance between them grew, Y/N felt like she was losing the one person who had always been her anchor. She couldn't bear the coldness that had replaced the warmth of their friendship, but she didn't know how to bridge the gap between them.

In the depths of his heart, Atsumu knew that Y/N had fallen deeply in love with him. Her unwavering support and the sacrifices she made for him were undeniable signs of her feelings. He was aware that she longed for him to see her as more than just a friend, to acknowledge her as a woman, and to reciprocate the love she held for him.

Atsumu was no stranger to the fact that he was the reason for Y/N's dependence on him. He couldn't forget how she had been his haven during their tumultuous childhood, the one person who had believed in him when nobody else did. She had been his comfort, his refuge, and his muse for volleyball, unknowingly becoming the foundation upon which his life was built.

Guilt gnawed at him as he realized that he owed so much to Y/N. He felt an obligation that he couldn't just abandon her even after all the times she had been his guiding light. However, in his conflicted heart, he couldn't find the same depth of emotion for her that she had for him.

Every encounter with Y/N was tinged with a bittersweet sense of duty. He wanted to give her the experience of being seen as a woman, to make her feel desired and cherished, even if it was just for those stolen moments. But deep down, Atsumu couldn't deny that his heart belonged elsewhere, to a woman he was legally bound to and the child they were about to have.

He knew he couldn't deny the truth any longer – Y/N needed to be seen, loved, and cherished as the woman she was. The walls he had built around his heart began to crumble as he saw the pain in her eyes, and he knew that he couldn't keep her caged in the role he had assigned to her.

One night, after a particularly emotional game, Atsumu sought solace in Y/N's presence. They were alone in his hotel room, and he sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched on his face.

Y/N approached him, concerned in her eyes. "Are you okay, Atsumu?"

He looked up at her, his guard lowered, and vulnerability shining through. "I'm just... tired, Y/N. Tired of pretending that I'm happy when I'm not."

Y/N sat beside him, offering her shoulder to lean on. "You don't have to pretend with me, Atsumu. I'm here for you, always."

Atsumu turned to her, his gaze intense. "You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N. You're my comfort, my refuge."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, but she swallowed the lump in her throat, not daring to reveal her own feelings just yet. "You mean a lot to me too, Atsumu. You always will."

The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed as though they might bridge the gap between friendship and something more.

Their guard slipped, and the boundaries between friendship and desire blurred. The passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long erupted, and they found solace in each other's arms.

In the heat of the moment, they forgot about the world outside, the consequences of their actions, and the pain that would inevitably follow. For a brief time, they shared an intimate connection, but it was far from what Y/N had hoped for. She yearned for more than a fleeting encounter; she longed for Atsumu's love and devotion.

Their affair was a complex dance of emotions, built on a foundation of dependence, gratitude, and unrequited love. Atsumu's actions were driven by a sense of indebtedness, while Y/N's heart was entangled in the love she couldn't help but feel for the man who had become her everything. The affair was born out of a desperate desire to give Y/N what she wanted, even if he couldn't offer her the love she deserved. Atsumu knew that he could provide her with fleeting moments of passion and physical closeness, even if it wouldn't heal the wounds of her unrequited love.

With the weight of their emotions pressing upon them, they gave in to temptation, having an affair that only heightened the complexity of their relationship. Atsumu grappled with guilt and confusion, knowing that he couldn't offer Y/N the love she deserved. Their connection was intense, but it lacked the depth she craved.

When Y/N finally woke up fully, she found herself alone in the hotel room. Atsumu was gone, leaving behind only the faint traces of their fleeting intimacy. The reality of the situation hit her like a tidal wave, and the weight of her unrequited love settled heavily upon her heart.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that nothing had changed between them. Their night together had been a momentary escape, but it hadn't altered Atsumu's feelings for her. He had sought comfort in her arms, but it wasn't love that brought him there; it was his need for solace and a temporary escape from his responsibilities.

The realization crushed Y/N. She had allowed herself to believe, if only for a brief moment, that their connection had deepened into something more. But the truth was evident now – Atsumu's heart belonged to another, and she would forever be relegated to the role of a friend, a manager, and nothing more.

With trembling hands, Y/N wiped away her tears, determined to regain her composure.

For Y/N, it was both a bittersweet moment of passion and a heart-wrenching realization that her love for Atsumu might always be unrequited. She felt like a songbird trapped in a cage of her own making, unable to spread her wings and be her own person.

Y/N struggled to find her own identity outside of Atsumu's shadow. She knew that she deserved more than being a source of comfort whenever he needed solace. She yearned to break free from the cage she had willingly entered and find her own happiness, even if it meant letting go of the one person who had defined so much of her life.

The pain of unrequited love weighed heavily on her shoulders, she found herself unable to let go of Atsumu. The affair they had embarked upon only intensified the conflict within her, as it became a bitter reminder of his emotional unavailability.

Despite the heartache and knowledge that Atsumu didn't truly love her, Y/N couldn't resist the allure of their stolen moments together. She craved his touch, his presence, and the temporary illusion of being loved, even though deep down, she knew it wasn't real.

In the stillness of the night, after each encounter with Atsumu, she would find herself crying, her tears mingling with the tumultuous emotions within. She knew she was just a placeholder, a fleeting escape from the reality. But she was powerless to resist, chained to her love for him like a captive to her captor.

The affair had turned into a double-edged sword, providing moments of ecstasy intertwined with the bitter taste of her unrequited love. Atsumu's distance outside of their encounters became more pronounced, leaving her feeling isolated and alone even in his presence.

Each time she saw him with his wife, Emi, or heard him talk about their future together, it was a painful reminder of where she stood in his life – a secret, a guilty pleasure. The disparity between her feelings and his indifference was a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge.

Y/N knew she was losing herself in this affair, but the love she felt for Atsumu was a relentless force, pulling her back into his arms time and time again. The brief moments of passion only served to amplify her heartache, leaving her feeling more broken than ever.

And yet, she couldn't find the strength to break free. The fear of losing the one connection she had with him, no matter how flawed and unfulfilling, was too great. She clung to their encounters like a lifeline, even as it dragged her deeper into the abyss of unrequited love.

In the quiet solitude of her own space, she would cry silent tears, mourning the love she could never have while convincing herself that this was better than nothing. Her heart may have been shattered, but her love for Atsumu burned bright, a painful flame she couldn't extinguish.

Navigating the complexities of love and heartbreak, clinging to a love that seemed destined to remain one-sided. She found herself entangled in a web of emotions, torn between holding onto Atsumu and finding the strength to let go. But in the depths of her heart, she knew that her love for him was a double-edged sword, both her salvation and her torment.

Trapped in a web of love and dependence. She clung to the stolen moments with Atsumu, even though she knew they weren’t out of intimacy or love. Her heart ached for his love, but she couldn't bear to let him go, not when he was the very reason for her existence.

In the quiet moments after their encounters, when the passion had faded and reality crept back in, Y/N would find herself crying tears of both joy and despair. She cherished the memories of their moments together, yet she couldn't escape the pain of knowing that Atsumu's heart belonged elsewhere.

The bittersweet truth was that Y/N knew that she would forever remain the other woman, a melody destined to play in the background of Atsumu's life, never to take center stage in his heart.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏 ✯ 𝐒.𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚

"𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙"

PAIRING. Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, childhood friends to NOT lovers el oh el

Two childhood friends, Kita and Y/N and their complexities of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.

WC. 3.1k

A/N. My new longest one shot. This one is alright they are getting a bit repetitive sorry guys but I'm still not making part 2s. I feel like making Y/N end up with the love interest's friend is kind of cliche and boring and I don't like happy endings my b.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

In the picturesque prefecture of Hyogo, two grandmothers, Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Kita were close friends on neighboring farms. They had shared countless memories together, and now, they were excitedly awaiting the arrival of their first grandchildren.

On a blissful summer afternoon, the sun beamed down from the azure sky, casting a warm and golden glow over the world below. The gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass, and the distant chirping of birds provided a delightful background symphony.

Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Kita settled on the swings, the sturdy ropes creaking on the wood softly as they rocked back and forth. The swings seemed to dance in the sunlight, casting playful shadows on the ground below. Their laughter echoed through the air as they pushed off the ground, swinging higher and higher with each stroke of their legs.

"Oh, Margaret," Mrs. Kita said with a twinkle in her eye, "I can't believe we're going to be grandmothers! I just know our little ones are going to be the best of friends, just like us."

Mrs. L/N nodded with a warm smile. "Absolutely, Yumie. I couldn't agree more. It warms my heart to think about the adventures they'll have together."

As fate would have it, Kita and Y/N were born just days apart, and their grandmothers couldn't have been happier. From their hospital beds, Mrs. Kita and Mrs. L/N exchanged joyful phone calls, sharing the exciting news of the arrival of their grandchildren.

As the years passed, the two grandmothers lived up to their prediction. Kita and Y/N grew up side by side, their grandmothers often arranging playdates for them.

“They're like two peas in a pod, aren't they?"

Mrs. L/N nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Indeed, they are, Margaret. I believe they share a special bond that will last a lifetime."

The grandmothers exchanged a glance, and Mrs. Kita decided to broach the subject delicately. "You know, I can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll grow up to be more than just friends."

Mrs. L/N's eyes widened with surprise, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, Yumie, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

They both shared a laugh, realizing they were on the same page. With a twinkle in her eye, Mrs. Kita said, "Perhaps we should encourage their friendship, and who knows, one day, they might discover something more."

From the earliest years, they were inseparable, their laughter echoing through the streets as they explored the world together. During warm summer nights, they chased fireflies, their hearts brimming with dreams of thrilling adventures.

Time flew by, and Kita and Y/N's friendship blossomed. They shared secrets, laughed, and supported each other through ups and downs, just like their grandmothers had hoped.

Little did they know that the innocent bond they forged in their early years would lay the foundation for something deeper and more profound—a love that would one day become the heart of their story.

Their connection deepened, transcending the boundaries of friendship. Unbeknownst to each other, both Kita and Y/N began to harbor feelings that went far beyond mere companionship. Yet, they were afraid to speak their hearts' desires, fearing that such revelations might jeopardize the cherished friendship they held dear.

Years rolled on, and although they remained as close as ever, a shift occurred when Kita started seeing someone else and Y/N got a job offer in the city, reaching adulthood was what had happened. It was as if an invisible thread linked their hearts, but neither dared to tug at it, lest everything unravel.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N and Atsumu strolled through the park, their laughter filling the air as they enjoyed the warmth of the day.

"So, have you heard from Kita lately?" Atsumu asked, casually.

Y/N's face lit up with a soft smile. "Yeah, we texted yesterday. He was telling me about his plans for the weekend."

Atsumu hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously, "You know, there's something I heard from someone... I don't know if I should say it."

Curiosity tinged with worry sparked in Y/N's eyes. "What is it, Tsumu? You can tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Atsumu gently revealed, "I heard from Aran that Kita's going to announce got engaged last weekend."

Y/N's heart sank, her smile fading away. "Engagement? But he didn't mention anything to me..." Her voice trailed off, disappointment and hurt evident in her eyes.

Atsumu placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, it's okay," Y/N replied, trying to regain her composure. "I just... I always thought we were so close that we shared everything with each other."

Atsumu nodded empathetically. "I know, and maybe he just hasn't found the right moment to tell you yet."

But the seed of doubt had already been planted in Y/N's mind. She couldn't help but wonder why Kita hadn't shared this significant event in his life with her. Did he not trust her enough to confide in her? Or had he intentionally kept her in the dark?

Y/N sat on her favorite cozy spot on the couch, nervously tapping her phone on her thigh. Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for that one text she had been hoping for all day.

The sun was slowly setting, casting a warm glow through the window and painting the room in hues of orange and gold. Y/N glanced at her phone every few seconds, checking for any new notifications. Finally, the familiar chime of a text message broke the silence.

Her heart skipped a beat as she unlocked her phone and read the message from Kita

Kita >"Hey Y/N, let's meet up for coffee."

As Kita and Y/N sat in the old coffee shop by the tranquil lake, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting scent of aged wood filled the atmosphere.

“You know, Y/N," he said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I remember the first time we came here together. We were just kids, barely able to drink coffee."

Y/N chuckled, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. "Yeah, I remember that day too. I ended up spilling so much coffee on the table but you helped me clean it up."

"It's what friends do, right?" Kita replied, smiling warmly at her.

"Right," Y/N said, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Kita, you've always been there for me, through thick and thin. I don't know what I would do without you."

Kita's heart swelled with affection, and he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "And you've always been there for me, too, Y/N. You're like the missing piece in my life puzzle."

Y/N blushed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "That's so cheesy, Kita."

"I mean it," he said, looking into her eyes. "You've been my rock, my confidante, my partner in crime. I feel like I can be myself completely when I'm with you."

"You can, Kita," Y/N assured him, her voice soft and reassuring. "You've always been yourself with me, and that's one of the things I love most about our friendship."

Kita's heart skipped a beat at her words, but he quickly brushed the thought aside, not wanting to ruin the moment by revealing his hidden feelings.

They continued talking, reminiscing about their countless adventures, sharing dreams and aspirations, and laughing at inside jokes that only they understood. The depth of their bond was evident in every word they exchanged, in the way they leaned on each other for support and found comfort in one another's presence.

"Life is going to change a lot soon," Y/N said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "You're getting engaged." Kita’s eyes widened not realizing she had found out so soon.

"I wanted to explain," Kita began, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I know it must have hurt to find out about my engagement like that, and I'm truly sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Y/N's defenses were still up, but she listened, her heart yearning for answers. "Why didn't you tell me, Kita? We've always been so honest with each other."

Kita sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not sure, there were a lot of things on my mind with preparations and wedding planning, you understand right?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions wash over her – hurt, understanding, and regret. "I wish you had trusted me enough and remembered to share this with me."

"I do. Things won't be the same, but I know we'll always have this, right here."

Y/N turned to him. "Right here," she echoed, her voice cracking with emotion.

They sat there in silence, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Little did they know that this night, under the starlit sky, would be etched into their memories forever.

As the evening wore on, Y/N grappled with her feelings, unsure of what to do next. She longed to confess her own hidden emotions to Kita, but the fear of being a home wrecker was large but losing him as a friend was larger.

Days passed, the buzz of excitement spread throughout the town as the news of Kita's engagement became official. Invitations to the engagement party were sent out, leaving everyone eagerly anticipating the celebration.

Y/N stood in front of her mailbox, her heart pounding with anticipation, as she anxiously waited for her mail to arrive. Her mind was filled with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to feel about attending the party celebrating Kita's engagement. Part of her was happy for him, wanting to support him in this new chapter of his life, but another part of her couldn't shake the lingering sadness and regret.

Finally, the mail arrived, and Y/N found herself holding the coveted invitation in her hands. She took a deep breath and opened it, revealing the elegant card adorned with intricate designs. The words "Kita and Runa’s Engagement Celebration" were written in beautiful calligraphy.

Her heart sank a little as she read Runa's name, realizing that the woman who held Kita's heart was someone she barely knew. Y/N heard Kita mention her multiple times, and the realization stung, making her feel like a distant observer in his life.

She remembered the day where he introduced Runa to her. As they sat in the fields of Kita’s grandma's farm.

As weeks went by after the introduction, Y/N observed Kita and Runa's relationship blossom. They seemed genuinely happy together, and Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry they shared. Still, she told herself it was just one of those puppy love flings, convinced that their relationship wouldn't last.

But as months turned into years, Kita and Runa's bond remained steadfast. Y/N watched from the sidelines as Kita and Runa's love deepened. She remained a loyal friend, cheering them on and supporting their relationship, even though it pained her to do so.

Soon, Y/N was going to witness Kita and Runa's love taking a new form at the engagement party. Her heart ached with a mixture of emotions.

As the engagement party date drew closer, Y/N wrestled with her emotions. She knew she couldn't let her feelings dictate her actions, but attending the celebration felt bittersweet. She wanted to be there for childhood friend, but she also feared the pain it might bring to witness him committing to someone else.

Arriving at the venue, Y/N was greeted with warmth and excitement from other guests. She smiled and engaged in conversations, trying to push her personal feelings aside.

The occasion was joyous, yet both Kita and Y/N felt an underlying melancholy. Amidst the laughter and congratulatory toasts, Kita found solace in the bottom of a glass, the bitter taste of whiskey easing his nerves.

In the midst of the celebration, Kita and Y/N found themselves alone in a quiet corner. The dim lights cast soft shadows upon their faces, and the familiarity of each other's presence comforted them. As the night wore on, the alcohol loosened Kita's tongue, and the words he had suppressed for so long came tumbling out.

As she made her way into the bar section of the venue, her eyes found Kita, looking dapper in his suit and a nervous smile playing on his lips. He saw her too, and for a brief moment, their eyes met, conveying a depth of unspoken emotions.

"Y/N, there you are."

She turned to find Kita standing before her, looking both nervous and apologetic. His engagement ring was clearly visible on his finger, a symbol of the new chapter in his life.

"I've been looking for you," Kita said softly.

"Kita, you rarely drink and you reek of alcohol."

"Y/N," he said, his voice a little shaky, "I need to tell you som'shin."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, noticing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in Kita's eyes. "What is it?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

Kita took a deep breath, the alcohol making the task of expressing his feelings even more challenging. "I've lo'ed you for so long, Y/N," he confessed, stumbling slightly over his words. "But I never said anythin' 'cause I was afraid of losin' you. I thought it was betta to keep my feelin's hidden and cher-ish our friendship. I needed to say tis before I got married."

A tear escaped Y/N's eye as she listened intently, realizing the weight of Kita's slurred confession. "Oh, Kita," she whispered, her own emotions starting to surface. "I never knew… I never realized…"

"It's alrigh'," Kita interrupted, offering a bittersweet smile. "I've moved on, and I'm genuinely happy for you if you find someone else. I jus' wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

As the words lingered in the air, the full weight of Kita's unspoken love settled upon them. Y/N's heart filled with both sadness and regret, wishing she could have recognized his feelings sooner.

"I'm sorry, Kita," she said softly, her voice quivering. "I wish I had said something sooner.."

As the night continued, they stood there, two childhood friends, each holding onto their unspoken desires. The alcohol might have emboldened Kita to share his feelings, but it couldn't erase the years of silence that had passed between them.

The morning after the engagement party, Y/N woke up with a heavy heart. The weight of Kita's drunken confession still lingered in her mind, the memory etched into her soul. However, as she contemplated the events of the previous night, she couldn't help but notice something unsettling.

Kita, in his intoxicated state, had poured his heart out to her, confessing his long-standing love for her. Yet, when she met up with him at the cafe, it was as if that vulnerable confession had never happened. He was his usual cheerful self, talking about the wedding plans and how excited he was for this new chapter in his life.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and sadness. Had he forgotten what he had said? Did he truly not remember his own confession of love?

As the days went by, Y/N found herself in a state of emotional turmoil. On one hand, she cherished the memories of their close friendship and the unspoken love between them. On the other hand, she carried the burden of knowing his true feelings while he seemed to be moving forward without a care in the world.

Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Y/N sought comfort in a late-night conversation with Atsumu.

"I just don't understand, Tsumu," Y/N confided, her voice shaking with emotion. "He confessed his love for me that night, and now, it's like he's completely forgotten about it."

Atsumu listened attentively, offering a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes, people say things they don't fully remember when they're drunk. Maybe Kita wasn't ready to face his feelings, and his mind chose to forget."

"But how can he forget something like that?" Y/N exclaimed, tears glistening in her eyes. "It was such a vulnerable moment for him, and now it's like it never happened."

Atsumu hugged his friend tightly, understanding the pain she was going through. "I know it's hard, Y/N, but sometimes we can't control how others feel or what they remember. All you can do now is find a way to heal and move forward."

The days turned into weeks, and Y/N did her best to keep her composure while the wedding preparations were in full swing. She attended bridal showers, smiled through fitting sessions, and participated in the joyous festivities. But each step towards Kita's marriage was a reminder of the unspoken love that still lived in her heart.

On the day of the wedding, Y/N stood amongst the guests, her eyes fixated on the altar where Kita and Runa exchanged their vows. She felt a mix of conflicting emotions – happiness for Kita and the life he was building with someone he loved, but also an overwhelming sadness at the thought of what could have been.

The burden of carrying the secret of Kita's confession weighed heavily on Y/N's shoulders. She knew she had to be strong for her friend, even though it meant sacrificing her own feelings. And as she watched them exchange rings and declare their love she couldn’t help but let out a few tears.

The celebration continued and Y/N knew that she would forever hold a special place in her heart for Kita, a place reserved for the boy who had been her confidante, her partner in crime, and her unspoken love. And as she watched Kita and Runa share their first dance as an engaged couple, Y/N made a silent vow to cherish their friendship and find her own happiness in the world.

She knew that their paths were now diverging, but the memories of their cherished friendship would forever be a part of her, reminding her of the unspoken love that once filled her heart during her life.

The unspoken love that would forever remain a part of her story, even as she embraced a future that led her to find her own happiness and fulfillment.

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu x reader #hq oneshot #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x self insert #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita x y/n #kita x you #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x y/n #kita shinsuke x you #Kita angst #Kita shinsuke angst #inarizaki

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𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ✯ 𝐊.𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙚"

PAIRING. Ex!Tsukishima Kei x Exf!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, ex lovers

A young couple's love story takes an unexpected turn when Tsukishima's ends his relationship for his career aspirations and his inability to fully commit. Years later, fate brings them back together, only for Y/N to discover that he is now married.

WC. 2.5k

A/N. My fav oneshot in this series so far. This one kind of happy ending but its like reader finally gets closure but no relationship el oh el. no happy endings from me ever.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

Y/N's heart raced as she approached the bustling volleyball court. She had always been drawn to the vibrant energy of the game, the way the players moved with grace and determination. Little did she know that this court would be the stage where her life would change forever.

As the winter frost melted away, leaving behind a faint chill in the air, signs of spring began to emerge. Delicate blossoms burst forth on the cherry trees, their pale pink petals unfurling like the promise of new beginnings. Y/N, feeling the gentle caress of the warm breeze against their skin, sensed that change was on the horizon.

In the heart of the small prefecture of Miyagi, the local volleyball tournament was about to commence. Y/N had been persuaded by her friends to attend, even though she wasn't particularly sporty. The entire community buzzed with anticipation, eager to witness the fierce competition and display of skill.

As she watched the players, her eyes were drawn to a young man with pale blonde hair. It contrasted with his sharp, piercing eyes.

That young man was Tsukishima. His skill on the court was matched only by the fire in his eyes. With each powerful spike and agile blocks, he commanded attention, his presence almost magnetic. Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by his talent and the intensity with which he played.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she mustered the courage to approach Tsukishima during a break between matches. With sweaty palms and a nervous smile, she introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I've been watching you play, and you're incredible!"

Tsukishima turned to face her. "Hey, Y/N. Thanks for the compliment, I'm Tsukishima, you're in my class. Didn't know you were into volleyball.”

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest. "I wouldn't say I'm into it exactly, but I've always been fascinated by the game. It's impressive to watch."

And so, their connection began on that volleyball court. As the tournament continued, Y/N and Tsukishima spent more time together, talking, laughing, and gradually falling for each other. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, two souls destined to collide.

Their relationship flourished throughout their high school years. They shared countless adventures, whispered dreams of the future into each other's ears, and promised an everlasting love. But as they reached the pinnacle of their first year in university, reality came crashing down.

Tsukishima's decision to pursue his volleyball career tore their world apart. The weight of their ambitions and the fear of holding each other back became too much to bear. With tears streaming down her face, they made the painful choice to end their relationship, hoping it would pave the way for their individual journeys.

Y/N felt as if the ground had been yanked from beneath her feet. The girl who had once radiated joy and optimism was swallowed by darkness. A suffocating cloud of sadness enveloped her, and she sank into the depths of depression.

The room fell into an eerie silence as Y/N stared at Tsukishima, her heart sinking with every passing moment. The warmth that once emanated from their love seemed to dissipate, replaced by a chilling coldness that enveloped the space between them.

Tsukishima's features remained hardened, his eyes distant and unyielding. There was a callousness in his tone as he responded to Y/N's pleading questions.

"Y/N, you have to understand," he began, his voice devoid of the tenderness it once held. "My dreams, my ambitions, they're important to me. More important than anything else."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, disbelief etching itself into her expression. She had hoped for a glimmer of remorse, a trace of the love they had shared. Instead, she found herself facing a version of Tsukishima she barely recognized.

"How can you say that?" she managed to utter, her voice trembling. "What about us? What about the promises we made, the plans we had?"

Tsukishima's response was cutting, his words laced with indifference. "Those promises were made in a different time, Y/N. People change, priorities shift. My dreams have always been my driving force, and I can't let anything or anyone hold me back, even if it means you and this high school relationship."

The shock of his callousness turned to anger within Y/N, fueling her determination to make him understand. "Love is about compromise, Tsukishima. It's about supporting each other's dreams, not discarding them. I thought we had something worth fighting for, but it seems I was mistaken."

A mocking smile played on Tsukishima's lips, as if he found amusement in Y/N's pain. "You're too idealistic, Y/N. Life doesn't always work out the way we want it to. Dreams require sacrifices, and unfortunately, you're one of them."

Y/N felt the sting of his words pierce her heart, tears welling in her eyes. The man she once knew, the one who cherished their love, had become a stranger consumed by his own desires. In the depths of her mind, she recognized the undeniable truth in his words, though the anguish it caused sliced through her heart like a merciless blade.

With a mix of sorrow and anger, she finally spoke her truth. "If you think your dreams are more important than the love we shared, then go. Pursue your ambitions and leave me behind. But know that one day, you may look back and realise the cost of losing someone who loved you unconditionally."

Without waiting for a response, Y/N turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of disappointment and betrayal. She knew that this fracture in their relationship had become an insurmountable divide, one that would forever shape their futures.

As she walked out of the room, the chilling coldness lingered, searing itself into her memory. Y/N vowed to find solace in her own resilience, determined to rebuild her life and rediscover her own dreams, free from the frost of Tsukishima's indifference.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Her days became a monotonous cycle of waking up, going through the motions, and retreating back into the safety of her bed.

The once-vibrant colours of life dulled into shades of grey, and the laughter that once filled her home was replaced by a haunting silence. Memories of Tsukishima invaded her thoughts, replaying like a broken record, tormenting her with what could have been.

The small prefecture of Miyagi was bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun as Y/N sat alone at a corner table in the cozy restaurant. It had been ten years since she had last been here, and everything felt eerily familiar. This was the very place where she and Tsukishima had shared their first date, their hearts filled with youthful excitement and endless possibilities.

The cozy ambiance of the restaurant enveloped her, and memories flooded back with each glance around the room. It was as if the ghosts of her past were there, whispering in the air.

Y/N's mind drifted back to their high school days, where she and Tsukishima were inseparable. They were the epitome of the high school sweethearts, promising each other forever. Their love was pure, and their dreams seemed intertwined. But life had a way of throwing curveballs, and their story took an unexpected turn.

Tsukishima had always been passionate about volleyball. He dreamed of playing at the professional level, and that dream had fueled him for as long as Y/N could remember. It was a difficult decision for both of them, but Tsukishima couldn't let go of his dreams, and Y/N couldn't bear to hold him back.

Y/N, on the other hand, decided to stay in Miyagi. She found solace in the familiarity of the town and the memories it held. She poured her heart into her career, finding success and fulfilment, but deep down, a part of her always wondered what could have been.

The world seemed to be moving on, while Y/N felt stuck in a stagnant loop of unrequited dreams. Time moved forward, as it always does, and life in Miyagi continued its steady rhythm. Y/N watched as her friends, one by one, found love and announced their engagements. Social media feeds were filled with sparkling rings, heartfelt captions, and promises of forever.

Wedding invitations arrived in her mailbox, each one a painful reminder of the life she had envisioned for herself. She put on a brave face, attending the celebrations, smiling through the toasts, and offering her congratulations. But inside, her heart twisted with a mixture of joy for her friends and a deep ache for what she had lost.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder why she couldn't move on like everyone else. She had rebuilt her life, pursued her career, and embraced new experiences. Yet, the ghost of her past still lingered, clutching at her heartstrings.

With each engagement announcement, doubts crept into her mind. Why hadn't she found someone new? Why couldn't she let go of the love she had once held so dear? Was there something wrong with her? These questions taunted her, chipping away at her confidence and self-worth.

Y/N's journey to healing was not a linear one. There were days when she felt strong and empowered, ready to face the world with resilience. But there were also nights when loneliness wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket, leaving her feeling hollow and empty.

As the door to the restaurant swung open, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. There, standing before her, was Tsukishima. Time had treated him well. His once-boyish face now carried the mark of maturity, but his eyes still held the same spark that had captivated her all those years ago.

"Tsukishima," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and nostalgia.

He walked over to the table, a hesitant smile on his face. "Y/N, it's been so long."

Y/N managed a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's good to see you too."

They sat across from each other, the air heavy with unspoken words. Tsukishima fidgeted with his glass, struggling to find the right words.

"I wanted to tell you that I met someone and got engaged," he finally said, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Y/N felt a lump forming in her throat, but she managed to maintain her composure. "That's wonderful, Tsukishima. I'm happy for you."

A flicker of sadness flashed in his eyes. "She's amazing and sweet, Y/N, I’m settling down with her in Miyagi."

The words pierced Y/N's heart. She couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't see himself settling down with her. They had shared so much, their dreams, their fears, their firsts. How could all those memories and promises fade into oblivion?

Y/N mustered the courage to break the silence, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Tsukishima, how were you able to settle down and marry someone else? Why wasn't it me? Why couldn't you see yourself settling down with me?" she blurted out, the pain and confusion resonating in her voice.

Tsukishima's gaze dropped to the table, his fingers nervously tracing invisible patterns on the surface. His eyes betrayed a deep sense of regret and longing, as if every word he was about to utter carried the weight of a decade's worth of unspoken emotions.

With a voice laced with vulnerability, he began, "Y/N, I've asked myself that same question countless times. The truth is, even though I thought about you often, there was always this lingering doubt within me. A feeling that I couldn't ignore."

Confusion washed over Y/N's face, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean, Tsukishima? What doubt?"

Tsukishima took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It's hard to explain, but... when we were together, there was an intensity, a passionate flame that burned brightly. But deep down, I couldn't shake off this nagging uncertainty about our long-term compatibility. I couldn't envision a future with the same clarity that I could with someone else."

Y/N's heart sank, her mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of Tsukishima's words. The realisation that their connection, once so profound, had carried an underlying hesitancy left her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Tsukishima’s eyes gazed into the distance, as if searching for the right words to convey the intricacies of his heart. His voice, soft and filled with a hint of nostalgia, finally broke through the stillness of the moment. "Y/N, it's hard to explain, but when I met this new girl... I woke up one day, and it hit me. I finally knew."

Y/N’s brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him, desperate for understanding. "Knew what? What eluded you with me?"

Tsukishima took a deep breath. "What I was never sure of with you. It was like a haze lifted, and suddenly, clarity washed over me. I couldn't ignore the truth any longer."

She searched his eyes, pleading for further explanation. "But Tsukishima, why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me believe there was a chance for us?"

Tsukishima's gaze met hers, his own eyes brimming with remorse. "Y/N, I was afraid. Afraid of hurting you, afraid of losing what we had altogether. I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, my doubts would fade away. But they never did."

A single tear escaped Y/N's eye, tracing a path down her cheek. The weight of their unresolved past pressed upon her, and yet, a glimmer of understanding emerged amidst the pain.

"And now you're engaged," Y/N whispered, her voice laden with a mix of resignation and longing.

Tsukishima nodded, his expression filled with regret. "Yes, I found someone who made me feel certain, who quieted the doubts within me. But please know, Y/N, that the love we shared, though complicated, will forever hold a special place in my heart."

Their eyes locked, the unspoken words hanging in the air. The silence spoke volumes, the wounds of their shared history beginning to heal, even if the scars would always remain.

Silence settled between them as they sat in the same restaurant where their journey had started. The echoes of their past reverberated through the air, mingling with the present moment. It was a bittersweet reunion, a reminder of what could have been and what never was.

In that moment, Y/N found solace in the closure she had sought for so long.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N watched Tsukishima walk away, disappearing into the night. She couldn't help but wonder if fate had played a cruel trick on them, leaving them right where they left each other. The ghosts of their past would forever haunt those familiar streets, but Y/N was ready to create a new story, one that belonged solely to her.

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu x reader #hq oneshot #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x self insert #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima angst

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minarixx · 10 months

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𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙪𝙨' '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙤"

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Oikawa finds solace and unexpected connection in a summer fling following a heart-wrenching breakup with his ex-girlfriend. But his summer fling wants more than just a temporary relationship

WC. 1.2k

A/N. My least favourite one shot ngl

REMAKE

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays upon the sandy beaches of the sleepy coastal town. As the waves crashed against the shore, the air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean. This was the summer everything changed for 2 young teens.The oppressive heat of the summer hung in the air, mirroring the weight on Oikawa's heart. Freshly wounded from a recent breakup, he found himself aimlessly driving through the coastal beaches, desperate to escape the suffocating memories. The flickering gas station sign offered a glimmer of respite, and he decided to pull over, hoping that a brief pit stop would bring a momentary distraction.

As he stepped out of his car, he noticed a girl leaning against a vintage motorcycle, a carefree smile gracing her lips, her eyes covered with red heart shaped sunglasses.. She exuded an air of confidence and style, effortlessly combining edginess with a touch of playfulness. Her glasses are a vibrant shade of crimson, perfectly accentuating her fair complexion. The frames are sleek and glossy, showcasing a contemporary design that draws immediate attention. The lenses, tinted in a subtle gradient, create an aura of mystery, hinting at the untold adventures she has embarked on with her motorcycle.

Their eyes met for a fleeting second, a spark of curiosity kindling within them both.

Oikawa approached the gas pump, pretending to focus on refueling, but his mind was drawn to the girl by the motorcycle. A surge of courage propelled him to strike up a conversation. "Nice bike," he said, attempting to sound casual.

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Thanks. It's my trusty companion on the road. What brings you here, stranger?"

He shrugged, a melancholic smile tugging at his lips. "Just trying to escape reality for a bit, I guess. The road seems like a good place to lose yourself."

She nodded, understanding glimmering in her eyes. "I get it. Sometimes, you just need to wander and let life surprise you. Want to join me for a bit? An adventure might do you some good."

Oikawa hesitated, his mind grappling with conflicting emotions. He saw in Y/N the possibility of a summer fling, a temporary distraction to mend his broken heart. He convinced himself that it was what he needed, a way to forget about his ex.

"My name's Oikawa Tooru, what's your name, pretty lady?" He said confidently. Y/N laughed at his attempt.

"It's Y/N by the way." She said turning around to start the engine on her motorcycle.

As they rode into the sunset, the wind tousling their hair, they laughed and shared stories. Days melted into nights, and the chemistry between them grew undeniable. They explored hidden corners of the countryside, chasing the thrill of spontaneous adventures. But amidst their laughter, Y/N's eyes held a glimmer of something deeper, a flicker of hope that Oikawa couldn't quite grasp.

One evening, as they sat under a starlit sky, their laughter filled the air. Y/N's eyes glimmered with affection as she turned to Oikawa. "You know, Oikawa, there's something about this summer that feels different. It's as if the universe conspired to bring us together."

He leaned in closer, his heart stirring with a mix of intrigue and caution. "What do you mean, Y/N? Are you saying this isn't just a summer fling for you?"

Y/N averted her gaze, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "You're right, I'm sorry, I know this was just a summer fling and that you're trying to get over your ex but-." Y/N's walls began to crumble as she started to fumble with her words. Her 'cool girl' persona was falling apart by the second.

Oikawa's heart swayed with conflicting emotions. He reached out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "Y/N, I didn't expect to find someone like you on this journey. And maybe I'm not ready for something serious just yet, but that doesn't mean what we have isn't special. Let's enjoy this summer, this connection we share, for as long as it lasts."

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips, her eyes shining with a mix of tenderness and uncertainty. "Alright, Oikawa. Let's make the most of this summer. No expectations, just living in the moment."

Days turned into weeks, and their bond deepened with every passing adventure. They danced beneath moonlit skies, shared secrets under starry nights, and reveled in the simplicity of stolen kisses and laughter. Yet, beneath Y/N's carefree demeanor, a part of her dared to hope for something more, for a love that could endure beyond the sun-soaked days

But as summer began to fade, the specter of Oikawa's ex loomed in the corners of his thoughts. Doubts gnawed at his heart, and the longing for what he had lost intensified. It cast a shadow over the summer they had shared, and he wondered if his heart truly belonged to his past. His thoughts drifted back to his past, to a love he couldn't let go.

In the quiet of that final summer night, Oikawa found himself overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. "Y/N, I've had an incredible time with you. You've brought me so much joy, but I... I need to go back to my ex. I can't shake the memories, the feelings I still have for her."

A bittersweet ache tugged at Y/N's chest as she listened to his words. She had known deep down that their fling had an expiration date, but a part of her had hoped that what they shared was enough to keep him by her side. Y/N's face remained composed, but a profound sadness flickered in her eyes. "I understand, Oikawa. I knew deep down that this would end. I wanted to believe that what we had was special, that it meant something more. But I can't deny that it hurts. I knew from the beginning that this was temporary. I wanted to believe it was enough, that what we had was special. But I can't deny that my heart hoped for more."

Regret washed over Oikawa as he reached out to touch her hand, his voice laced with remorse. "You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, Y/N. I wish I could be that person, but right now, I can't."

She nodded, a hint of vulnerability slipping through her facade. "I understand, Oikawa. We had our moments, our bittersweet memories. Just promise me you'll find happiness, even if it's not with me."

They sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. The summer nights grew shorter, the magic fading with each passing day. And when the time came to say goodbye, Oikawa felt a twinge of longing for what might have been.

As he drove away, the memories of that summer fling lingered like whispers in the wind. The bittersweet taste of their time together would forever remain etched in both their hearts, a reminder of the road not taken. And though he returned to his ex, a part of him would forever wonder what could have blossomed if he had chosen a different path, if he had embraced the warmth of Y/N's affection and let go of the past. And as Y/N continued her nomadic journey, she carried the summer they shared, forever etched in her heart, a testament to the fleeting beauty of love and the significance of a bittersweet goodbye.

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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚."

PAIRING. Best Friend'sDad!Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Sexual Content, Age Gap, Adultery, Degradation, Pet Names, Sub!Reader, Dom!Kuroo, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking

The hidden struggles and desires lurking behind the façade of Kuroo Tetsurou's seemingly picture-perfect suburban family. An ordinary man who, in the midst of a midlife crisis, becomes infatuated with his daughter's friends, Y/N L/N.

WC. 4.2k

A/N. Proof-read like half and hoped for the best. Ts too long not reading allat

WARNING. Minors DNI

Inspired by American Beauty (1999)

𝓣he mid-morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden glow on the bedroom walls. Another day in the monotonous cycle of Kuroo’s existence begins. Pulling away from the blissful embrace of sleep, he fumbles to silence the alarm clock, its persistent beeping an unwelcome reminder of the unremarkable hours that lie ahead.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,he saw a stranger. Deep lines etched themselves deeper into his face, a testament to the weight of a life half-lived.He wondered where the spark of vitality and adventure that once defined him went, as he forced a smile that felt foreign on his weary lips.

Downstairs, the illusion of domestic tranquility is maintained. Akira, his wife, moved through the kitchen with an air of calculated efficiency. Every gesture, every word, a well-rehearsed performance. Beneath her composed facade, was the growing chasm that separated them, a canyon of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.

Nana, his daughter, slouches at the breakfast table, lost in the world behind her headphones. Her sullen gaze hints at the disconnection that has settled between them, a silent reminder of the fragments of intimacy that have slipped away unnoticed. He ached for the days when laughter echoed through these walls, when a genuine connection was forged in the simple moments they shared.

The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as the family sat around the dining table. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, accompanied only by the occasional rustle of napkins. Each family member seemed lost in their own thoughts, their faces masked with a disinterested expression.

Nana, a quiet and reserved teenager, took a deep breath and broke the monotony. She glanced at her parents, Kuroo and Akira, who were engrossed in their own world, their eyes fixed on their untouched meals. Her voice barely above a whisper, she quietly shared, "I have a cheer performance tonight."

Akira and Kuroo exchanged a brief, absent-minded glance before shifting their gaze back to their plates. Their lack of response was disheartening but not unexpected.

“We’ll be sure to come dear, what time is it?” Akira replied. “6pm mother.” Nana responded, not looking enthusiastic about it.

Without uttering another word, they continued their silent meal, the sound of chewing filling the void that enveloped the room.

When 6pm rolled in, Akira and Kuroo drove to their daughters' cheer performance in silence as usual, no music, just the sounds of the bustling streets of Tokyo.

Tetsurou Kuroo, a man adrift in the desolate sea of middle-aged mediocrity, found himself drawn to the vibrant chaos of his daughter Nana’s high school cheerleading performance. As he sat in the bleachers, surrounded by enthusiastic parents and the deafening cheers of the crowd, a peculiar restlessness stirred within his soul.

His eyes scanned the sea of young faces, each filled with anticipation and hope. And then, like a siren's call, his gaze fell upon you. You, a vision of youthful allure and confidence, stood at the forefront of the cheerleading squad. Your (h/c) hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed to radiate an intoxicating beauty. You radiated a youthful energy, an untamed spirit that danced in your eyes. Laughter, like cascading melodies, echoes through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time slows as your gazes meet.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down, the constraints of his ordinary existence fade away, and the dormant embers of desire ignite within him. The world around Kuroo blurred into the background, as if a spotlight had illuminated you, isolating you from the rest of the universe. Your smile, a seductive curve of lips, pierced through his complacency and ignited a dormant flame within him.

Kuroo's thoughts swirled with a mix of admiration and desire. He couldn't help but be captivated by your aura of self-assuredness, the way you moved with a grace that defied your tender age. You symbolized everything he had lost touch with—youth, vitality, and the intoxicating allure of unbridled passion.

As he watched you perform, Kuroo's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. A part of him yearned for the forbidden, to embrace the vibrancy of youth and indulge in the forbidden fruit of desire. Yet another part recoiled in guilt, acutely aware of the consequences and the moral boundaries he risked crossing.

But beneath the surface of his infatuation, a deeper realization began to take hold. He understood that you, with your superficial allure, was merely a vessel for his own misplaced longings. You represented a nostalgia for the freedom and excitement of his own youth, a time when possibilities seemed limitless and life was an open road.

Kuroo's thoughts ventured into the depths of self-reflection. He questioned the choices that had led him to this point—the compromises, the sacrifices, and the loss of his own identity. Your ethereal beauty became a symbol of the life he had forsaken, a reminder of the person he had once been and longed to reclaim.

But as the cheerleading routine came to an end and you disappeared into the bustling crowd, reality settled in. Kuroo recognized the ephemeral nature of his infatuation. You were but a mirage, a fleeting embodiment of his own disillusionment. The true path to fulfillment in rediscovering the beauty himself.

And so, as the applause faded and the cheerleaders retreated from the spotlight so did Kuroo's fantasy.

Kuroo rose from the bleachers and got ready to congratulate his daughter. As they were in the hallways picking up their daughter, his eyes lit up when he saw you holding bouquet from your parents. Your smile shined brighter than any other. It was like those cartoons of a man smelling food and floating towards it, however to him, it was as if he hadn't ate for years.

Kuroo later found himself standing at the window of his dimly lit study, gazing out at the world beyond. His eyes, once dulled by routine, now seemed alive with a glimmer of hope. A gentle breeze danced through the curtains, rustling the papers on his desk. Lost in his thoughts, Kuroo pondered the emptiness that had consumed his life. The monotony of his job, the strained relationships with his wife and daughter, and the relentless pursuit of societal expectations had left him feeling like a hollow shell. A desperate longing for something more whispered within his soul, a plea for salvation from the mundane.

And then, as if in response to his silent prayer, he saw her. A figure, ethereal and captivating, emerged from the shadows. The evening light caressed your porcelain skin, and your flowing white dress seemed to float around you like a cloud. Your hair, cascading in waves like the milky way, framed a face that radiated a beauty so rare and otherworldly, it took Kuroo's breath away.

At that moment, time stood still. Kuroo’s heart, burdened by years of disillusionment, skipped a beat. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens, gracing his world with her divine presence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as though caught in a mesmerizing spell.

As his gaze locked with yours, Kuroo’s mind was flooded with a torrent of emotions. A sense of longing and desire, but also a profound sense of understanding. In her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own hidden dreams and forgotten aspirations. It was a connection beyond words, a silent conversation that reached deep into his soul.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kuroo felt truly alive. The weight of societal expectations and the shackles of conformity melted away, replaced by a surge of newfound liberation. In this mystical encounter, he glimpsed the possibility of breaking free from the chains that bound him.

His thoughts swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. He yearned to abandon the trappings of his past life, to embrace the beauty and wonder that beckoned him. The angel became a symbol of his redemption, a guiding light in the darkness of his existence.

When morning came he was back to his mundane life routine, it was all just a dream. The morning sun painted gentle streaks of golden light across the kitchen as Kuroo sat down at the breakfast table, his mind still grappling with the lingering thoughts from the previous day's encounter at the high school cheerleading performance. He had been captivated by the enigmatic allure of you, yet a part of him recognized the illusory nature of his infatuation.

"I'll be working the night shift today.." Akira spoke, her back turned to Kuroo as she lightly spread avocado on her toast. Kuroo didn't reply.

As he reached for a slice of toast, his daughter Nana entered the room, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. She took a seat opposite Kuroo, her youthful energy providing a stark contrast to his own disillusionment.

"Dad," Nana began, "My friend Y/N from cheer is coming over."

“Who is Y/N? I mean, I know she's your friend, but what's she like?"

"Oh, Dad, you have no idea. Y/N is the epitome of beauty. She's confident, charismatic, and has this aura that draws people in. She's got this wild, rebellious spirit that's so different from anyone else I know."

Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed, a mix of intrigue and caution flickering in his eyes. "Sounds like quite a character. But what's her story? I mean, besides being your friend and all."

Nana replied. "Well, she's got this reputation, you know? The boys at school go crazy over her. She's always surrounded by attention, but she's smart too. She knows how to use her charm to get what she wants."

Kuroo’s mind raced, caught between the allure of your magnetic presence and the nagging voice of reason that warned against crossing forbidden boundaries. "Nana, I hope you understand that there's a lot more to a person than just their outward appearance or reputation. It's important to look beyond the surface and value the qualities that truly matter."

Nana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad. But sometimes, you just can't help being drawn to someone, you know? Y/N has this energy, this confidence that's hard to ignore. I guess that's why she has such an effect on people."

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts immediately transported back to the image of you on the cheerleading squad, your vibrant beauty captivating him like a moth drawn to a flame. He struggled to maintain composure, to hide the flicker of desire that threatened to ignite within him.

"Y/N, huh?" Kuroo replied, feigning casual interest as he tried to quell the rising tide of emotions. "That's nice, Nana. You two have fun."

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows as you arrived at the Kuroo residence, your presence like a gust of wind that stirred the stagnant air. Kuroo watched from the corner of the room, a mix of curiosity and trepidation coursing through his veins.

You, exuding an air of confidence and allure, walked into the house with a sway in her hips and a smile that could melt hearts. Your eyes locked onto Kuroo, a knowing glimmer dancing within them. The room seemed to come alive, charged with an electrifying energy that crackled between them.

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat as you approached him, voice dripping with seductive charm. "Hi, Mr. Kuroo. It's so nice to see you again. Nana has told me so much about you."

Kuroo’s pulse quickened, his mind racing to find the right words. "Likewise, Y/N. Nana speaks highly of you. I hope you two have a good time hanging out. She's upstairs showering right now"

You leaned in closer, breath caressing his ear like a whispered temptation. "Oh, we will, Mr. Kuroo. But I have to admit, there's something about you that's caught my attention. You're not like the other dads. You have this air of mystery and allure."

Kuroo’s throat tightened, the weight of desire and responsibility pulling him in opposite directions. He knew he should resist, that giving in to your advances would jeopardize everything he held dear. Yet, the allure of your gaze and the intoxicating chemistry between them threatened to unravel his resolve.

A subtle smile played on your lips as you continued, voice laced with an undercurrent of seduction. "You know, Mr. Kuroo, you have a way of making a girl feel alive. You've got this fire inside you, and I can't help but be drawn to it."

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the magnetic pull you exerted. His mind churned with conflicting thoughts and emotions, torn between the temptation that stood before him and the consequences he knew would follow.

Summoning his last ounce of willpower, Kuroo straightened his posture and met your gaze with a steely resolve. "Y/N, I appreciate your flattery, but I can't ignore the boundaries that exist. My focus is on being a responsible father and husband."

Your eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and defiance. You took a step back, your mask of confidence momentarily faltering. "I see. Well, maybe one day you'll realize that life is meant to be lived, to seize the passion and desire that comes our way. Until then, Mr. Kuroo, you'll just have to settle for fantasies."

Kuroo’s heart sank as he watched you retreat to go upstairs, your words echoing in the empty space between them. The temptation had been strong, but he knew deep down that pursuing this forbidden path would only lead to destruction. The dance of desire had been tantalizing, but the cost was too high to bear.

As you left the room, Kuroo was left with a mix of relief and a lingering ache. He had resisted the temptation that had danced before him, choosing instead to honor the commitment he had made to his family. It was a bittersweet victory, a reminder of the fragility of human desires and the strength it took to stay true to oneself.

The night settled over the Kuroo residence like a velvety curtain, casting a hushed stillness upon the house. Kuroo sat alone in his dimly lit study, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the room, a solitary symphony in the silent hours.

Lost in his work, Kuroo's mind danced between the lines of code, his thoughts consumed by the demands of his job. It was in this moment of focused concentration that he heard a faint rustle from the staircase, a delicate whisper amidst the silence.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his eyes meeting the form of you descending the stairs. Your presence, like an apparition, sent a shiver down Kuroo's spine. His initial surprise was quickly overshadowed by a rising tide of apprehension. The forbidden allure of the earlier encounter hung heavy in the air.

You approached him with a coy smile, your eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Couldn't sleep, Mr. Kuroo?"

Kuroo's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words. He glanced at the clock, the late hour a reminder of the boundaries that should have kept them apart. "Y/N, it's late. You should go back upstairs."

Your steps were purposeful and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. Your voice, a gentle melody, enveloped him. "I couldn't resist, Mr. Kuroo. There's something about you, something that draws me in. I feel a connection, an electricity that I can't ignore."

Kuroo's heart raced, his resolve waning in the face of your allure. The lines of his own moral code blurred as he wavered between succumbing to the forbidden desires and upholding the values he held dear.

There was a tiny voice in his head that said he should stop before things get too far to the point where you can't control anything. His desires and impulses finally snapped.

Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the voice that gives you jolts in your body. You clench your thighs at his voice and touch. The seductive act was sexy, he has to admit, sometimes the forbidden can be the most tempting.

“Are you finished tempting your friend’s father? Did you have fun? Or do you still wanna keep going’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest

He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are. How much of a needy slut you’re being.

“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Acting like you weren’t behaving like a whore during the whole time you were in my house.” The older man wasn’t wrong at all.

“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any second thoughts you had were ready to die like wilted flowers. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”

With his words, your walls clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.

Kuroo stood behind you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “What happened to the girl who was so willing earlier?” He ridicules you.

“Please..I want this.” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.

“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky it's night, your best friend is sound asleep and my wife is at work, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Kuroo tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that any given moment.

You whimper at the thought. Kuroo’s hands look heavy, veiny yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.

With the little daring personality you had left, you reached up on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Though you started it, he quickly took control. Biting, kissing, he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. A way no man has ever.

He claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to him, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than you expected.

But it makes sense, a man of his size must be large all over. He moves into you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief.

Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N-Need your cock, Mr. Kuroo. I need you in me. T-to feel you” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Kuroo quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.

You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… I’ll fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up your skirt.

Your nipples make contact with the marble of his work desk as you pull down the top of your dress. Kuroo lands a spank on your ass, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.

He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. “That’s all for me?” Kuroo questions, pocketing the cloth.

Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Kuroo! No one else,” your voice is more pathetic than it usually is. The confident facade was crushed by this man alone. “Good girl. Call me Tetsurou.” The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach.

“Y’know, I could stretch this pretty cunt out so easily. Gonna let me ruin your little fuckhole? How many little boys have already been in this cause it's clearly never been by a real man.”

Immediately, you agree, in fact you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Tetsurou? I need you to make me take it,” you tell Kuroo. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him groan.

You can feel the heavy tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”

With that, he pushes in. The stretch is overbearing as Kuroo pushes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix.

Your hand fists together as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. Although all you could think about was him, his daughter aka your best friend was just upstairs. The sight of her finding out what her father was doing to her best friend felt wrong but made you even more turned on.

Moans leave your mouth continuously as Kuroo begins to thrusts, growing addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him. “Best pussy I’ve ever had... this can't just be a one time thing.” Insteading of replying all you could do was simply whine.

He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for me only. You’re takin’ it like a winner, sweetie,” Kuroo coos, but you’re speechless.

The sensations that send jolts through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with anyone else. Each thrust leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix.

Kuroo’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear.

As he thrusts into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. It’s your fault for being a slut and tempting a married man.” Kuroo husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.

He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure.

Immediately, his large hand comes up to your face and clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans, whimpers, and whines.

“You dont wanna get caught now do you, princess?” he reminds you.

“Are you gonna come, baby?” Kuroo questions, noting your little reactions.

Your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts.

Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your friend’s dad, just like you’ve fantasised about. This whole scenario was straight from a porno. “That’s it, good girl Y/N. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.

After the shocks travelled through your body, your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Kuroo’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Kuroo knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.

It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.

Eventually, you ride out your release and Kuroo is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t.

Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You nod as best as you can and in return, Kuroo laughs of pride.

“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was made for my cock, so you better not touch it without my permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Kuroo pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell me you’ll be his good girl from now on.”

“I– I’m your good girl W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Kuroo’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. He groans, “Good girl.”

Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. A few seconds later, Kuroo’s cock is coated in your release.

As you both catch your breath, you shamelessly move your hips. Kuroo curses from the feeling, he sets his left hand on your hip, the other one bracing against the edge of the desk.

“Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”

“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you. ?”

The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞

𝘔𝘦 ✯

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 - Mina 𝘈𝘨𝘦 - 19 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴 - She/Her 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦 - Wasian (French and Vietnamese)

𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ✪

HQ Angst Oneshots

HQ Smut Shots

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ✪

➳ Mostly Haikyuu at the moment because of my ongoing series but I will start writing Tokyo Rev

➳ I like writing angst and most of my stories don't have happy endings.

➳I have 2 Tokyo Rev stories/fics on Wattpad @/-MINARIxx

➳I post Oneshots on Tumblr only.

➳I write smut occasionally but end up cringing. I write taboo and age gap relationships too for fun as dark content not as romance.

➳ Most of my content isn't supposed to be romanticized and some of it is from my experiences

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❛𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧❜ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

A series of Haikyuu one shots inspired by Taylor Swift songs.

All of them are angst I will not be writing part 2's or follow ups for any of them and the endings are all sad for reader because its kind of boring writing a happy one If it says '???' in the character list slot, request a character pls lol FEM (AFAB) reader x Various Haikyuu Characters

List

𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭

Tsukishima Kei - Should've said no

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐍𝐨𝐰

Miya Atsumu - Speak Now

Iwaizumi Hajime - Back to December

𝐑𝐞𝐝

Kuroo Tetsurou - All Too Well

Suna Rintarou - I Almost Do

𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Miya Osamu - Getaway Car

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞

Suna Rintarou - Cardigan

Oikawa Tooru - August

Remake Oikawa Tooru Oikawa - August

Kita Shinsuke - The 1

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

Tsukishima Kei - right where you left me

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Sakusa Kiyoomi - You're Losing Me

Miya Atsumu - High infidelity

Requests

??? - Red

??? - The way I loved you

??? - Exile

??? - Champagne Problems

??? - Foolish One

??? - Tolerate it

??? - Mr. Perfectly Fine

??? - Illicit Affairs

??? - Enchanted

??? - Babe

??? - Betty

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 ✯ 𝐊.𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

"𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙮, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮"

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

CONTENT. angst

The olympic volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi finds himself grappling with the complexities of his relationship with Y/N as it becomes public knowledge.

WC. 1.3K

A/N. Release this song for streaming alr Taylor.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sunlit stadium buzzed with excitement as the much-anticipated volleyball tournament unfolded before a cheering crowd. The spacious arena boasted a grand design, with towering stands that could accommodate thousands of enthusiastic fans. The atmosphere was electric, with vibrant colors adorning the venue, reflecting the energy and spirit of the event.

The central focus of the stadium was the immaculately prepared volleyball court, situated at the heart of the action. Its pristine surface, made of smooth, polished wood, gleamed under the radiant floodlights. The boundaries of the court were marked with bold, contrasting lines, providing clear demarcation for the players and ensuring fair play.

On either side of the court, towering electronic scoreboards loomed large, displaying the current match score, set information, and timers, ensuring that no fan missed a moment of the thrilling encounters. Enormous high-definition screens were strategically positioned around the stadium, broadcasting close-up shots of the players and captivating slow-motion replays, further enhancing the spectator experience.

The stadium was divided into different sections, each designated for different categories of spectators. The VIP section, with its plush seating and impeccable service, catered to prominent figures from the sporting world, celebrities, and high-ranking officials. The regular seating area, stretching across multiple levels, offered comfortable chairs with ample legroom, ensuring a pleasant viewing experience for the enthusiastic fans. In one of these seats was Y/N L/N.

And in the court, among them stood Sakusa, a talented volleyball athlete whose dreams were woven into each powerful spike. But beneath his cold exterior lay a shadow of doubt, a fear that threatened to unravel the fragile connection he shared with the girl who held his heart, Y/N.

Their love had blossomed amidst the thunderous applause and echoing cheers of the volleyball arena. The court had been their sanctuary, where they exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises and whispered sweet nothings in the midst of practice sessions. But as their relationship deepened, so did Sakusa's apprehension about revealing their love to the public.

Their paths crossed during a brief break, as they both reached for water bottles at the vending machine. Y/N mustered the courage to strike up a conversation, her voice laced with genuine interest.

"Great game out there! Your spikes are impressive," she complimented, her eyes twinkling with admiration.

Sakusa turned to face her, a charming smile that was covered by his mask but you could still see the outline of. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice cold but his tone with gratitude. "Do you play volleyball yourself?"

Y/N's laughter danced on the breeze as she shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes.

"No, I'm just here to enjoy the game and cheer on the players. But who knows, maybe I'll give it a try someday."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. They shared stories, dreams, and the occasional witty banter that drew smiles and laughter from both of them.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger with each passing encounter. The whispers of an undeniable connection filled the air, igniting a flame of hope within Y/N's heart. Sakusa, too, felt an inexplicable pull towards her, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

One evening, as they sat together on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Sakusa turned to Y/N with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

"Y/N, I have something important to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I promise you, soon, I will announce our relationship to the world. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and anticipation. She had waited for this moment, for Sakusa to embrace their love publicly, to stand up for their relationship.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N found herself tangled in a web of empty promises. The whispers of lies grew louder, circulating among their circle of friends and acquaintances. The announcement Sakusa had promised remained nothing more than a distant dream.

Y/N's heart grew heavy with disappointment, her trust eroding with each passing day. She longed for the validation, for Sakusa to fulfill his word and show the world they were together.

Y/N, with her infectious smile and fiery spirit, was unafraid to showcase their affection to the world. She longed for Sakusa to stand proudly by her side, to declare their love to the world without hesitation. But his reluctance to do so left her feeling unseen and unimportant, an invisible figure in the shadows of his ambitions.

During this match however, rumors swirled through the air, like seagulls riding the wind, spreading their wings of deception. They whispered of a love shared between Y/N and Sakusa, a relationship hidden behind closed doors. As the gossip reached Sakusa's ears, his heart sank. He had hoped to shield Y/N from the harsh realities of public scrutiny, believing that by keeping their love secret, he could protect her from the judgments of others. But the whispers had grown louder, the rumors more persistent, weaving their way into the fabric of their lives.

Y/N's heart ached as she overheard a group of girls conversing nearby. Their voices dripped with disdain, their words weaving a tapestry of hurtful assumptions.

"Did you hear? Sakusa would never date someone as plain looking as her," one of the girls sneered.

"Of course not. He's way out of her league. He's way better off with a Victoria Secret Supermodel," another chimed in, her laughter echoing like shards of broken glass.

The volleyball tournament came to a close, leaving behind a flurry of emotions and weary bodies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the players and their supporters gathered for the much-anticipated after-party. It was meant to be a celebration of their achievements, a moment of camaraderie. But for Y/N, it would become an evening of isolation and heartbreak.

The room buzzed with laughter and animated conversations, the air filled with a mix of triumph and relief. But amidst the lively atmosphere, Y/N stood on the outskirts, a mere shadow amidst the revelry. The whispers of the rumors still haunted the room, their echoes drowning out her attempts to find solace.

Sakusa, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, struggled to navigate the space between his love for Y/N and the pressures from the public and his managers. He knew he had let her down, allowing the rumors to drive a wedge between them. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing his career kept him at bay, caught between the love he felt for Y/N and the image he was expected to uphold.

Y/N's heart ached as she watched Sakusa move through the crowd, mingling effortlessly with others. The smile that once brightened her world now seemed distant and unattainable. Her insecurities gnawed at her, pushing her to the edge of despair.

Summoning all her courage, Y/N approached Sakusa in a secluded corner, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and longing.

"Sakusa, please," she implored, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "I can't bear to be ignored any longer. I need you to choose me, to stand up for us, despite what the public and your managers might say."

Sakusa's gaze wavered, torn between the woman he loved and the world he knew. The weight of his indecision etched lines of torment upon his face. He reached out, his hand hesitating in mid-air, but ultimately withdrew.

"I wish it were that simple, Y/N," he whispered, his voice tinged with resignation. "But I don't want to lose everything I've worked for. I'm sorry."

The words landed heavily on Y/N's heart, a final blow to the hope she had clung to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away, the weight of rejection pressing down upon her like an iron cloak.

As the party continued, Y/N remained a distant observer, her smiles forced and hollow. She watched as Sakusa mingled with adoring fans and accepted the accolades from his teammates. But with each passing moment, the emptiness within her grew, a void where their love once thrived.

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 ✯ 𝐑.𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚

"'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣' 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣"

PAIRING. Suna Rintarou x f!Reader

CONTENT. angst

Suna Rintarou finds himself at a crossroads, torn between the passionate love he shares with his high school sweetheart and the promising career and future that lies ahead.

WC. 1.4K

A/N. idk

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he bitter winter wind howled through the barren streets, sending icy tendrils of cold through every crack and crevice. Snowflakes danced in the air, their fragile beauty contrasting with the desolate landscape. It was a time when nature itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the warmth and life of spring to return.

In the small prefecture of Hyogo, nestled deep in the heart of a snow-covered valley, the townsfolk huddled inside their homes, seeking solace from the relentless winter storm. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the occasional muffled sound of a door slamming shut or the crunch of boots trudging through the snow.

Winter bathed the small town in a melancholic embrace, mirroring the emotions swirling within Y/N's heart. She walked along the quiet streets, her steps light but burdened with the weight of an impending departure. Thoughts of Suna, the boy who had ignited a spark within her, consumed her every waking moment.

It all began one fateful fall. The crisp autumn air carried a bittersweet when Y/N stumbled upon a volleyball game. The sound of laughter and thuds of balls hitting the floor filled the air, drawing her attention like a siren's call, her gaze swept across the bustling volleyball court, her heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of Suna. Her eyes were instantly captivated by the grace and athleticism of him. His lustrous dark brown hair, styled with utmost care, gracefully cascaded down, framing his face in a way that made her breath catch. The grayish-yellow eyes, so enigmatic and piercing, held a captivating allure, drawing her into their depths with every glance. In that moment, amidst the fervor of the court, Suna became the epitome of captivating elegance, and her infatuation for him blossomed like the most beautiful of flowers.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself immersed in the world of volleyball, drawn closer to Suna with each shared practice session. As their friendship grew effortlessly, so did their relationship romantically. It was filled with a tapestry of shared dreams and whispered secrets. And as the sun set on one balmy evening, Suna held Y/N's hand and made a promise that would echo through the corridors of her heart.

"I won't leave you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. Y/N's heart swelled with joy, for in his eyes, she saw a future brimming with love and togetherness.

But dreams have a way of morphing and shifting, altering the course of destiny. A scout from a prestigious volleyball academy had spotted Suna's talent and extended an offer that shimmered with promise-a chance to pursue his dreams at a level he had never imagined. The weight of the decision bore down upon him, threatening to unravel the fragile tapestry they had woven.

Y/N stared at Suna, her eyes welling up with tears. "I can't believe you're actually considering leaving. You promised me you wouldn't do this!"

Suna shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I know, Y/N, and I'm sorry. But this is my dream. I've always wanted to pursue volleyball at a higher level, and I can't do that here."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as frustration filled her voice. "But what about our plans? We talked about building a life together, supporting each other's goals. How can you just throw it all away?"

Suna sighed, his expression torn between determination and regret. "It's not about throwing anything away, Y/N. It's about following my passion and doing what makes me truly happy. I thought you would understand."

Her voice trembled with a mix of sadness and anger. "Of course, I want you to be happy, but what about our future? What about the life we would've built together? Are you just going to leave it all behind?"

Suna's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of longing and desperation. "I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. But I can't ignore this burning desire inside me. I've been given an opportunity to play volleyball at a higher level, to challenge myself, and I can't let it slip away."

Y/N's voice cracked as she struggled to hold back her emotions. "But what about me? What about the sacrifices I've made for us? I've put my dreams on hold to support you, and now you're telling me it was all in vain?"

Suna's voice softened as he reached out to hold her trembling hands. "No, Y/N, it's not in vain. You know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. But we can find a way to make it work. We can have a long-distance relationship, and I promise to make time for you."

Y/N pulled her hands away, a mix of pain and uncertainty clouding her eyes. "It's not just about the physical distance, Suna. It's about the emotional distance. Pursuing your dream somewhere else means we won't be able to build a life together, to share our everyday moments."

Suna's eyes filled with a mixture of determination and pleading. "I understand your concerns, but if we truly love each other, we can make it through anything. We can support each other from a distance and find ways to be a part of each other's lives."

A tear slipped down Y/N's cheek as she shook her head, her voice filled with a heartbreaking vulnerability. "It's not that simple, Suna. Love requires presence, commitment, and compromise. I don't want to be left behind while you pursue your dreams. I want us to build a future together, not live separate lives."

Suna's voice cracked as he struggled to find the right words. "I never wanted it to come to this, Y/N. I never wanted to be in a position where I had to choose between you and my passion. But I can't ignore this opportunity. I hope you can understand."

The grip of winter began to loosen its hold on the land, as the days grew longer and the air grew milder. Slowly, the frozen landscape transformed into a tableau of awakening life. Spring, the season of rebirth and renewal, began to weave its magic across the once-barren fields of Frostwood.

Y/N watched in awe as the snow gradually receded, revealing patches of emerald-green grass and delicate sprouts peeking through the thawed soil. The once dormant trees burst forth with vibrant blossoms, painting the countryside in a kaleidoscope of colors. Cherry blossoms blushed in delicate pinks, while daffodils and tulips emerged from their slumber, unfurling their petals to greet the sun.

The crisp morning air carried the melodies of birdsong, as feathered creatures returned from their winter migration, filling the trees with their jubilant chorus. The gentle hum of bees resonated through the orchards, busy pollinating the apple and pear blossoms that promised a bountiful harvest to come.

The day of departure arrived. Y/N stood on the platform, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. The train whistle pierced the air, and Suna emerged, his bags packed and his eyes searching for hers.

Silent tears traced a path down Y/N's cheeks as they embraced one last time. In that bittersweet moment, they held onto each other as if they could freeze time itself. But as the train doors closed, Suna's fingers gently slipped away from Y/N's grasp, and the locomotive carried him into the distance, leaving her behind.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The echoes of Suna's promises lingered in the corners of Y/N's mind, but reality seeped in like a bitter wind, chipping away at the foundation of their love. Doubt and uncertainty settled within her, like threads unraveling from a once beautiful tapestry.

Y/N sought solace in her creativity, pouring her emotions onto canvases and filling pages with verses that mirrored her heartache. The cardigan Suna had given her became a source of comfort, wrapping her in its embrace and conjuring memories of stolen kisses and whispered secrets.

Time passed, and as summer descended upon the town, then autumn then winter. Y/N found herself at a crossroads, she had clung to the hope of rekindling their love, but the truth lingered like an icy wind. The threads that had once bound them had frayed beyond repair.

With a weary heart, Y/N chose a different path-one that led away from the ghost of a love that had unraveled. As the seasons changed, so did the world around her. The cardigan, a reminder of the love that had slipped through her fingers, remained tucked away in a box, a relic of a past she had learned to let go of.

Y/N's heart yearned as she gazed upon the blooming landscape, a bittersweet ache filling her soul. With a wistful sigh, she whispered into the wind, "Spring is coming, another spring without you."

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