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You’ve been… needy, today.

Normally, Kiyoomi is immune to it, if anything, he embraces your clingiest of affections and he takes them with ease, but today, for some reason, you’re nuzzling and nudging at him with every little thing, your eyes curved into a sad pout every time he looks down at you.

It seems like you’re insatiable, you’re on a craving for a fix you can’t seem to get, and he’s fairly certain you’ve almost cried at him a few times for that little bit of affection you can’t seem to get enough of, and normally Kiyoomi can read you like a novel, front to back.

Today, it’s almost like you’re a different person- no longer able to voice their needs, but plead for him to figure it out. Someone who doesn't seem to trust him, but still eggs for assurance and validation.

And he doesn't know why, but he can't pinpoint it this time.

He's exhausted every avenue, he's does everything he can think of, every question he could ask has either given him no answer or another needy little choke in your answer. He doesn't know, okay, he's trying, but he doesn't want to just ask you point blank because there's a part of him that feels like he should know.

There's also a glimmer in your eyes that tells him that he should figure it out.

Finally, for whatever reason, you stop.

Now, you're creating distance, and he hates this even more than you trying to crawl into his skin.

At least then, you still wanted him.

"I'm going to shower."

Your voice cuts him out of his detecting, snapping him from his thoughts as he nods encouraging at you. If he didn't feel like it would end in a fight, he'd cheesily ask if you wanted him to join you, but the question dies when you spin on your heel to leave him in the bedroom, alone.

He needs to know. He has to figure it out.

There's a buzzing of his phone that snaps him out of his pity party, and enthusiastic text from Hinata about the new jersey designs. Something about how they need sizing and promo pictures, and they should all get together to plan.

At this point, Hinata couldv'e texted him about anything on the planet and he would've gone. In his head, he weighs his options of staying here and leaving the jersey talk for tomorrow.

Or leaving, and letting you both have some time apart to sort out your feelings.

He's barely able to think on it before his feet force him to get up and make his way to the bathroom, popping open the door to call to you.

He just hopes this works.

"Baby, I'll be back!" He calls, voice above the rushing water.

"Wait- what?" You call back.

"Hinata needs to steal me for a while to talk about our new jerseys, I should be back in a few hours."

"Kiyoomi-"

"I love you!" He says, interrupting you before closing the door and making his way out of the house. He hopes that some distance may calm whatever it is inside of you,

By the time he comes home, he's surprised to see the lights turned on.

Typically Kiyoomi can come home at any hour and find you in bed, asleep, clinging to his pillow, but tonight, it seems you either forgot to shut everything down, or you're still awake.

Maybe if you're awake, you'll be able to sort out whatever happened today before going to bed.

When he walks in, the house is quiet. Scarily quiet.

"Nice of you to show up."

Yeah. You're up. And you sound bored.

The house is still active, but rather than make a dash for him to leap into his arms for affection, you're instead on the couch, eyes heavy and face sad.

After a whole day of trying to cling to him and his every move, now you're willing to be sedate?

He sighs and walks to meet you in the living room, and whatever angry look you try to pull gets demolished by the wobbling of your lip. “What’re you still doing awake?”

You turn to look up at him sadly, tears swollen in your waterline as you blink at him expectantly. “I missed you.”

He smiles at your words before shrugging off his jacket and folding it over in his arms, “I missed you too, baby. How was your night?”

“Quiet.” Your lips twitch as if you want to say more, but no other words fall from your lips. He gives you a small chuckle and scratched the back of his head.

“That’s… exciting,” he offers. You shrug. The tenseness in the room makes him want to throw up, he’s not used to this coldness from you- typically, you’re throwing yourself at him, especially with how you were acting earlier, but now you seem like you couldn’t care less about him. "Did you do anything?"

"Nope."

"Oh..."

"Where did you go?"

He shrugs, "Hinata and Bokuto wanted to talk about the new jerseys and the plan for practice tomorrow; then we got dinner and had some drinks."

"And you didn't think to text me? Not once?"

Chills run up his spine as your question comes with an emotioned voice crack, "I... I guess it slipped my mind... I'm sorry."

"Mm."

He swallows thickly, but his pounding head desperately wants to call it a night. “Why don’t we go to bed, baby?”

“You go ahead, im gonna get some water.”

He smiles and nods as he makes haste to the bedroom, happy facade dropping once his back is towards you. All he wants right now is to curl up next to you and knock the rest if the day away, praying that you're in a similar headspace.

He all but tears off the clothes on his back, dressing into far more comfortable wear as he goes to wash his face. Usually, you're right next to him, butting your head against him, nudging him to the side so you can join him, or youre sitting on the closed toilet seat just to watch him.

You seemingly have no interest in doing that tonight.

By the time Kiyoomi's done, his stomach churns as you're still not in bed, surely it hasn't taken you more than two minutes to get some water, and with an exhausted, and almost annoyed groan, he shuffles back down the hall to see you.

You... you haven't moved.

“Hey,” he mumbles, rubbing his eye. “How come you’re out here? I thought we were going to bed?”

“You didn’t kiss me today.”

He didn’t?

“What do you mean?” He asks, stalking over to the couch. You shuffle over to make room for him, but your eyes never meet his. “I kissed you so many times today, baby.”

“No,” you snip. “You didn’t. I know, because I’m so used to you giving me kisses.”

“I’m... I'm sorry, I guess I just-“

“And you barely hugged me, either,” you sniffle. His brows furrow and instinctively, he tosses an arm around your shoulder to try and calm you down. “Any time I’d reach for you, you’d look at me like I was some nuisance, and make me feel bad for needing the affection.”

“Of course you’re not a nuisance!” He says, rocking you both. “God, fuck baby, I’m sorry, I thought you just needed some more attention than usual and I just-“

“I’m not done.”

A wave of nervousness shudders down his spine, but he pulls back slightly to give you your room to piece together your thoughts. Had he really been that neglectful today?

“You didn’t even eat dinner with me; you went out with the boys. I was in the shower, I didn’t even get a kiss goodbye- you called out a quick ‘love you!’ and went off doing whatever it was you did tonight. You didn’t call, and you didn’t text, and I was home alone, thinking that I did something wrong.”

"No wonder you’re upset- I’m sorry, baby. Whatever I did today wasn’t a reflection of how much I love you; I just got a little busy, and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll do better tomorrow.”

You completely deflate. God, what has he done?

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he says sweetly, planting a kiss to your temple. “I never, ever wanted to hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry I did.”

You’re quiet. There’s a strange feeling of dread in the air. The longer you pause, the more he feels the anxiety settling in the pit of his soul.

"You really don't know why I'm mad...?"

He chokes on his own breath, "I... I didn't know you were mad..."

You hiccup in sadness, and he feels like he can't breathe.

The clock on the tv changes to 23:59, and you sigh sadly.

“Happy anniversary.”

You stand up without a word, letting Kiyoomi’s head fall forward along with his jaw. He looks at you in absolute terror, all while you face away from him, hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself.

Oh, God.

The room is shrouded in suffocating silence, smothering anything Kiyoomi could say before he could even think of the words. Dark eyes dart over your frame. He feels sick, he could throw up on this rug right now, if he had anything to even puke up. Your shoulders heave, and he’d rather chew on broken glass covered alcohol before ever wanting him and his neglect to be the reason for your distress.

“I forgot,” he blurts.

No shit.

“I know you did.”

“How… could I forget?”

“You tell me.”

“I-I-I-I set so many reminders, how did I…”

“It doesn’t matter,” you snip, turning on your heel to stalk back down the hallway to your bedroom. “You forgot. And the day is over. It doesn’t matter.”

It does, he wants to argue. It matters, because you matter to him, and he abandoned you on a night that is so sacred to him, the day you crashed into his life and made him realize that whatever he was doing that put you on the road to him, was exactly where he wants to be.

He looks down at the clock on his iPhone, as it creeps over the 45 second mark, and he darts down the hallway. He runs like he’s being chased, like he’s on fire, and you can’t hide your noise of surprise when he bursts into your bedroom and tosses gangly arms around you and plants kisses all over your face.

He holds you so tight you could pop, and he sponges all the kisses he can over your neck and cheeks, and he hears you trying to fight back a giggle, and it only eggs him on to continue.

“I love you,” he pants. “I love you, I love you so much, every day I’m grateful for whatever being is watching us for putting me on the road to you. I don’t know who I worshipped right to be here, but I’ll be damned if I let my own stupidity sabotage that.”

“Kiyoomi,” you say, voice delicate and trying to stop itself from breaking. “You forgot. I just wanted... I wanted you to show up. You couldn't even give me that."

Now it's his turn for his lip to wobble.

You sniff sharply, "just forget about everything, I don’t care anymore.”

“But I care-“

“Clearly, you don’t,” you snap, trying to squeeze out of his grip. “I don’t have the energy for this right now. Let’s just go to bed.

“I’m not about to let this go.”

“Neither am I, but my demons need to rest.” Your eyes dart at his alarm clock, “yours too, apparently. Tomorrow you’re getting sized for jerseys- hopefully you didn’t forget that other important thing.”

Your words sting him sharply, even if he deserves every single one of them. He reels back slightly, gnawing at his lip as he tries to think of ways to fix this, fix the way you’re looking at him and feeling, fix the clear hole he’s singed into your heart.

You curl up into your side of the bed, pulling the blankets high, and he doesn’t know how long he does it, but he just stares at you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to scream at him, or cry, or do something that he should feel even more shitty for.

But it doesn’t happen.

You sniffle a few times, shuffle once or twice, and he doesn’t know just how long he’s been standing there until your breathing turns rhythmic and peaceful for the first time today. Your shoulders rise and fall, back facing away from him and god, he feels like such a loser about to lose the greatest thing that's ever happened to him.

Probably because he is.

You're going to leave him. You're going to see just how much he takes you for granted, how much more you're worthy of and how much more love anyone can give you- even if you still wanted to stay in the jackals, and he wouldn't blame you for shifting your love to someone like Hinata or Meian for a second.

A cold breeze smacks Kiyoomi in the face as, at some point in his spiraling, he ends up outside, keys jingling in hands and hoodie pulled messily on top of his head. His legs seem to know where he's going, even if he doesnt.

His legs take him everywhere that could possibly be open right now, there's no store with a three mile radius that he hasn't bought out between candy, chocolates, a few stuffed bears you'll adore, and three or four types of pizzas and sushi dishes each.

He doesn't care about the strange looks the cashiers and other patrons give him. He cares about trying to remember if you prefer sour or normal gummy bears. He cares about remembering if you like plain pizza or toppings.

He also cares about the way this pillow won't sit the hell up.

He cares immensely about the way the chairs from the island in the kitchen have no grip to them, and refuse to keep the blankets strewn across them up.

And fuck the knitted blanket draped over the lamp and top of the couch, because it refuses to stay the hell up and he's had to make at least four mad dashes to catch the falling object.

The fifth, naturally, crashes to the floor, and he can only sigh in defeat as he continues to fix the fort for the nth time.

"I'm armed," your voice yells from down the hall.

He chuckles, "no you're not."

You groan in annoyance before padding down the hall, and he turns his head to acknowledge your exhausted arrival.

“What’re you doing, Kiyoomi?” You ask, knuckling your eye. “It’s one in the morning.”

“It’s 12:23 pm on the east coast in America.”

You cock a brow, and he blinks simply before turning back to his blanket fort. He feels your eyes boring into his skull, but he ignores it. He’s busy.

“Uhm… thank you for the fun fact?”

“It’s 1:23 yesterday.”

“…and?”

“Komori is on the east coast,” he says easily, tongue poking out in focus. “Somewhere, I don’t really know where, I don’t know American geography. Which basically means a part of me is on the United States east coast. So, by the transitive property-“ he stands up and presents the messily made fort. “We still get to celebrate our anniversary.”

You smile sadly at his efforts but your bottom lip wobbles all the same, “kiyoomi, you forgot. Just drop it, okay?”

“No.”

“Kiyoomi, I’m tired-“

“I bought us some pizza,” he interrupts, lifting the reusable bags positively stuffed to the brim with other treats. “And i got those sour candies you like for some reason, but I picked aside all the ones you hate so you can just eat them in confidence-“

Your eyes glimmer in slight excitement.

“And-And-And I’ve got our favorite movies queued up, ready to go, but there’s a new playlist filled with love songs that I found-“

“Kiyoomi-“

“And god we haven’t danced around in months, do you remember the last time we danced? It was like… well, months.”

You giggle, and he brightens at the sound. He takes a soft sigh to calm down, “and I just… I know how bad I am at showing it.” He stands up and makes his way towards you, and when he cups your cheek in his hand and you mewl at him, he could cry from that alone. “But you are the only thing that matters. My only exception to any rule I could make. And I couldn’t give you the bare minimum, on the second most important day to do it.”

“Second?”

“If I forget your birthday, I need you to leave me,” he chuckles nervously. You slowly walk up to him as if timid and unsure, and when he opens an arm to ease you into a hug, he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he squeezes you close. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I know,” you assure. There’s a comforting silence between you both, your cheek nuzzled into the dip of his sternum before you hum.

“Can I go with you to size jerseys tomorrow?”

“I’m not going to get my jersey sized tomorrow,” he says without missing a beat. You tense up in his arms, and before you can protest, he shushes you and cups the back of your head to keep you close. “They will live for one day without me. It takes four minutes tops. They will get over it.”

“But-“

“No buts,” he says, pulling back and looking down at you.

“But-“

“No.” He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss to shut you up, soft and familiar but just enough to keep you calm for him. You purr into the kiss and let your hands wander around his torso, fingers fisting the fabric of his night shirt tightly.

The fingers on your head gently fists the hair at the nape of your neck to keep you grounded for him, and the whimper you pant against him has him in euphoria.

“Thank you,” you sigh against his teeth. He shakes his head before pulling back slightly.

“Don’t thank me… not when I made you feel anything less than the love of my life.”

You chuckle and gently tug the waistband of his sweats. “I know you’re trying to make up for it, now.”

“You do?”

“How many men are gonna stay up, figure out the time zones in America and pick sour grape from my bag of candy just to try and fix a forgotten anniversary?”

He laughs and pulls you in for another hug, one tight and secure and as close as he can get you to snap any broken pieces together.

“I really am trying… I promise.”

“I know you are.”

#im not fucking crying YOU ARE.

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ohmykiyo · 9 months

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Hi! I don't know if you are still taking requests, but if it's so, can we please get an Atsumu x reader one shot, specifically, a one shot where Atsumu is scared of commitment, and reader just wants to get married, and due to Atsumu's fear of commitment, she wants to break up. Then he regrets later and tries to win back reader, realising that deep in his heart, he cannot live without her.

I'll leave the ending to you^^!

Hiiii I'm still taking them yes!

Anon? Anon? Did ya get on my brain or something? Hooooly moly this plot is so good let me kiss your mind smooch~

Pairing: Timeskip! Atsumu x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings & content: grammar - Atsumu has an avoidant/anxious attachment style lol - overthinker reader- petnames - Reader owns 2 cats - Sometimes it's not about the screams, it's about what your words mean

He used to get into problems because of his "Big mouth" (Osamu's words, not his)

Being harsh on someone from the team "whatever"

Lying on Aran's or Samu's face (usually little things tho, like pudding)

Or right now, when after his girlfriend of 2 years showed him a video of a wedding dance and he dismissed it as:

"A pretentious celebration, don' understan' whats the fret about it"

"Well we are not dancers but still it is fun, don't you think Tsumu?"

"Ah 'm talkin' 'bout the wedding"

A needle falling could be heard after that butch of information

"Uh what?"

He just looked at you with an almost bored expression

"I'm not cut for that pretty, all that married lifestyle an' stuff 's just..... Boring fer me"

Your mood obviously shifted drastically. Of course, you weren't expecting that the man you love with all your heart and soul would overrule something you showed interest in such a cold way

"So what you are saying is..... You don't wanna marry me?"

He shifted his gaze from his phone to your face, cringing a little at your pretty obvious disgruntled expression

"We don't know what will happen tomorrow doll we jus' better enjoy our time now"

The shock travelling through your body made you shiver.

"'m jus' sayin'... Ya kinda lose some freedom when ya get married. It's complicated"

You opened your mouth but there was no sound going out of it. You really really didn't expect the evening to turn like this

Then there was set an uncomfortable silence

"Angel?"

"I'm sleepy Tsumu, goodnight"

The bed felt colder even when an hour later he joined you to bed. His arm circling your waist not representing the same love you thought about

The next morning he left with a kiss onto your forehead, an "I love you" and a promise to come back for dinner

It was a custom at this point in your relationship, but this time it felt fake

Why was he still with you if there was no prospect of the future?

Was wanting a wedding too much? Did he plan on to leave you at some point of your life?

The dampness in the pillow signaled you to get up and get ready for the day

For some people it would be dumb or insignificant. A wedding only being a legal paper, a contract, a figure, something done out of selfishness to secure an income or stuff like that

But for you, it was almost your dream since you were little. Glimpses of white, with little brown and gold details, maybe your pet as the ring bearer, and your future husband in all his glory smiling or even crying at the sight of you, like a princess out of a fairy tale. Vows evoking eternal love, promises of care and devotion. A signal of how much you loved that person.

Now that image was not going to be filled with Atsumu's figure nor your cats.

The pang on your chest made your eyes fill with tears again. You had never thought Atsumu would have such an strong opinion about marriage, to think that you two were not on the same page pained you to the brim to the point you had to sit down

You wanted to be selfless, you did. But what would possibly be holding him back that much? Wouldn't he even agree to a civil wedding?

"(...) all that married lifestyle an' stuff 's just….. Boring fer me"

It wouldn't be a lot more different to what you had now... Did that mean that he was bored now?

"Ya kinda lose some freedom when ya get married"

Were you that type of girlfriend tho? A controlling one? No, you were sure about that, so what type of freedom was he talking about?

Your thoughts weren't taking you anywhere, but you were sure about something

You didn't have a future with Atsumu

Meanwhile, on the MSBY's gym, a very restless Atsumu was trying his best to not let his personal life affect his work

But how could he not? When you, the girl he loved so much it hurt, asked for marriage

It's not like he despised the celebration itself, but to him it meant a big step he wasn't ready to take. No now, probably never

Why would you want to change what you had until now? The fact that you seemed so hopeful about it pulled the strings on his heart.

If he was honest with himself he kind of knew this conversation was to come soon. You were watching even more romantic shows that involved characters with healty depictions of marriage instead of the usual comic gag

Or sometimes caressing his ring finger

Still, he wasn't ready. So he hoped he could work things out, you always found the way to do it and while he was terrified of the long term feeling, he just knew he loved you and that was enough

Or so he said to himself

"I know you have a loud mouth but you could have word it in another way Miya"

"I panicked Omi ok?!"

Of course Sakusa noticed the change on his team mate and Atsumu felt he had to talk about it to someone. The raven haired man being his best option so he let all the story out

Sakusa sighed and finished packing his stuff

"I'm just saying Miya, usually this type of disagreements don't end fine"

"Are ya trying to cheer me up or make me feel like garbage?"

"Your words, not mine"

Atsumu could only look at his friend with a mix of a frown and a pout

"I'm surely not the one to tell you this but.... What are you so afraid of?" And like that, the curly man went out of his sight

Atsumu was left sitting on a bench fiddling with his fingers, wondering and thinking about it

While his parents marriage ended in divorce it didn't end bad, they actually did a good job Co parenting the twins.

His dad had shared that they simply felt out of love after so many years, so there was this lingering fear of "Maybe things aren't meant to be forever even if they are really good" What if that happened to him too?

He was sured he loved you, the butterflies in his tummy and the lovesick glances he pulled everytime you looked at his direction were proof of it.

But, what if?

He wanted to be happy as long as life could let him be

He sighed once again this time against your shared apartment, a weak smile forming into his lips watching the "welcome" cloud shaped rug you had insisted to buy the last trip to the supermarket

His nerves were eating his heart out but he knew it wouldn't be intelligent to run away to Osamu just like he did whe he was little. He wanted to properly apologise and show you clearly his fears (maybe he should start going to that therapy Bokuto was talking the other day)

"Angel I'm home!"

Total silence

Huh? That was weird? You always had music even if you were working in your laptop

Maybe you were taking a nap, sure

"Doll?"

He almost got a heart attack when he opened the door of your bedroom and found you siting on the edge of the bed

"Jesus Christ baby! Ya were as quite as a mouse oh my God"

While he clutched his shirt over his chest he noticed you hadn't answered to him. Worried he looked at you and man, he swore his heart skipped a beat

You were wearing your prettiest clothes, something you only wore in his or your birthdays. Something reserved to memorable occasions

But your composure lacked that welcoming and prideful aura you would carry in that outfit. Your smile was rigid, your posture almost as if you weren't welcomed.

He cringed internally trying to decode your demeanor

"Baby yer scaring me...."

"I wanna go out today if that's OK with you?"

"Eh?"

Your voice, soft and gentle. But not like you talked to a frightened animal, no. It was the tone you used when you don't want to upset a beast

His heart wrenched in his chest. You had never spoke to him like that

"'Course I want ta, W-whats the occasion?"

He didn't like how thick the air was becoming. How it was like all of his senses were prepared for the worst

"Just because" You laughed softly and kinda dry

He tried looking at your eyes, but your glance moved from one thing of the room to another, evading him

"OK, I'll be ready in a minute, wait fer me"

When he cleaned and dressed himself up you went out. He tried holding your hand several times while walking, but you avoided it

His chest felt constricted and he tried and tried until you finally held his pinky with yours. But the touch was barely there and honestly? It was killing him

You dined at you both favourite restaurant. Not too fancy not too "family inn". And it was your place, a fact that was making him feel even worse

And it wasn't better for you, your apettie was in the floor and you ate for the sake of your stomach, not having the energy to eat anything at all through the day.

At the end, he knew something was definitely up when you skipped dessert. Your most favourite one only being made in this place. He had to do something and he had to do it now

He proceed to pay the bill against your wide opened eyes and took you out. This time holding your hand entirely with his, taking you back home

It was at the stairs you halted and he let go of your hand, missing its warm

"What's on yer mind doll, please...."

He looked back at you and his breath hitched when he saw your uncommon impassible face with big tears running down your cheeks

But what made it worse, and what made him dizzy was the sentence that went out of your now wobbling lips

"This is the night I'm letting you free 'Tsumu"

"W-what?" his own voice turning shaky and breathy

"I kinda wanted to be selfish and spend a last night with you"

You had to take a deep breath, hiccups making your speech a tad bit difficult to deliver

"I just wanted to be with you a last time"

Last

"I love you Atsumu, but we don't.... We don't have the same goal, we don't have the same mindset" You smiled weakly at him while he just looked at you in shock

You could almost swear there were a bunch of tears forming on his eyes

"And it's ok really but... B-but" You couldn't help the whine that came out, your pain, sadness, and everything else being put on a silver plate for your lover to see

"I just can't do this if I know you won't love me same as I do"

"I LOVE YOU!"

You gasped and flinched at the sudden raise of his voice. But more than anger there was desperation and grief into it

"I love you so so much its insane and I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry"

He was almost full on wailing like a child, just like when they're taken away form their parents on the first school day

Or how he cried when his dad went out of the door

"I'm terrified ya know? Terrified that all of this we've been living is just meant to end and I just-"

He looked up trying to stop the tears, unsuccessfully

"I don't think weddings are dumb or that I would lose something. But I'm so so afraid of what will happen if we settle down"

You were surprised of yourself when you cradled him into your arms. His own circling your waist immediately and holding you as if you were to disappear at any second

"What if you go away someday? What if I go away? What if this is just some cruel destiny's game?!"

His mind was fuzzy, feeling that your departure was seconds away stirred his fight or flight response

If his time with you was meant to end he didn't want it to be now, the overcrushing feeling of losing you now was greater than his fear of compromise

Right now, he was convinced he needed you more than oxygen, more than the sun, more than his own life

"Tsumu"

"But Please stay, don't leave. I don't ever want to have last things with you. At this point I don't even care"

When he looked at your eyes you could sense all of his renowned devotion

"I hurt ya and you suffered because of that. I swear it won't happen again.... Promise..."

After several minutes you both could only try to control your shaky breaths, dry the remaining tears and hold each other

"Marry me...."

"What?"

He pulled away, giving you just enough space to see directly at him

"Marry me....not right now but I..... I can only think of how miserable our life's are without each other and why would I mess up all we've done, all we've lived over a fear I can work on....."

Your eyes watered once again

"I don't wanna impose-"

"Yer not imposing..... I decide I wanna do this"

The strength of his arms were finally giving you the confort they meant to be

"If yer willing to be with this.... Broken piece of man..... Please stay by ma side"

He held your face with delicacy, as if you were the most delicate gem

And for your delight, you now recognised your beloved stare

"I wanna give myself to ya, make ya happy"

"Cuz you're definitely worth the try"

Not my brain fully functioning to do this instead of my grade paper

Writing angst for Tsumu is soooo satisfying as I said before. This was probably my fav rq until now (prob cuz I'm happy with the result)

Hope you like it! 💙

Natdu

#this made my heart sting.

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ohmykiyo · 10 months

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your childhood best friend suna rintarou is nervous. his stomach feels weird, stress isn't really his most common emotion. he never cares this much, especially about such a thing. he hasn't seen you in a whole year and despite still texting you every day even though you're far away from him, he's missed you a bit too much. much more than he used to before. he knows whatever's between you, what used to be completely platonic, has changed, at least for him.

he can't decide if his favorite shirt, the one everyone compliments him about, looks good on him now. when did he start overthinking your reaction to his shirt so much? since when does he feel the need to check his phone every few minutes for a new notification from you, even though your ringtone and notification sound is different from everyone else?

he thinks, knows that you still feel the same. you still think of him as your best friend. at least he hopes so. he already has to put up with not having you for himself, he couldn't bear you calling someone else your closest friend. but still, those didn't stop him from buying you your favorite flower as a welcome back gift along with that new chocolate bar you told him was "absolutely DELICIOUS. i would spend my last ever money on it."

he doesn't want to tell you anything about his feelings because he knows you'll reject him. with that kind, soft voice tone you carefully choose and those doe eyes he adores so much. so no matter how much he yearns for your love, he decides not to act on it, so as not to ruin your friendship and lose you completely.

little does he know, you've also been dying to come back home and tell him about your feelings as soon as you can, and you're already in front of his door ready to hug him tightly when he opens it to go welcome you at your house.

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can you tell i rushed the ending bcs my brain stopped working🥹🥹 hope you enjoy! any feedback is very appreciated🫶🏻

#MY BABY SUNA OMGMGMGGM #love love love this piece

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🪦 title ; "don't be jealous." genre ; fluff, ( hint of angst? idk tbh. ) warnings ; not proofread, lower case intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, kenma 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i wanna see a jealous kiyoomi and suna stop it rn. reqs are open!

SAKUSA 's frown deepens as he witnesses you getting along a little too well with his cousin.

the way your eyes glimmer and shine so brightly when talking to him. why did you two look so much better as a couple..? and why did it sting to know that it's true?

you bid komori goodbye with a loose hug, waving happily. you skip away to your boyfriend, who's feeling quite sour about the encounter he had to see with his own two eyes.

"hi, 'yoomi." you hum, tip-toeing to press a small kiss to his cheek which he dodges. sending you a sneer, your heart drops a little.

he tsks, walking ahead and not allowing you to catch up with his quick pace.

your heart started beating, and it started beating fast. i know what this is, you thinks. you're right, you know. and you know because that is your kiyoomi.

and your kiyoomi has trouble expressing how he feels, so whether he crushes your heart or he throws it away, you'll find it. you'll piece it back together for him to hold all over again.

so you catch up to him.

he thinks you don't notice the slight tremble in his hands, or the hint of sparkle in his glossy eyes.

but you do. of course you do, and you stop him.

you grab his hand, relief washing over you like a wave when he squeezes your hand back. "don't be jealous, i'm yours."

that was all he needed before he was back in your arms indulging in the love and affection you shower him with.

SUNA stares daggers into the back of your head, but you seem to avoid the slight burning sensation of his eyes on you a little too well.

he hates the burning feeling in the back of his throat. and he hates how he's feeling it because he has to watch you enjoy the company of his good friend, osamu.

osamu's teaching you some tips and tricks for your culinary classes you were required to take and suna can't do anything but watch in disbelief.

he doesn't know what's setting him off.. is it the way osamu instructs you gently with his hands hovering over yours, or the way you laugh a little too loudly at his stupid jokes as it rings endlessly in suna's ears.

he scowls, stomping out of the rather empty classroom.

you notice his absence, looking around curiously. you give osamu an apologetic smile, promising him that you owe him one. he lets out a laugh, shooing you away.

you chase after your little boyfriend, catching up in to him in the hallway.

"what's wrong, rin?" you ask, hands grazing over his knuckles gently. he doesn't want to pull away.. but it was a stupid reflex of some sort.

he can't explain the way his heart sinks at your reaction. his groans internally, stopping his quick footsteps before turning to face you.

he sighs, "just go finish up whatever the fuck you're doing in that culinary class."

he waves you away dismissively, stuffing his hands in his pockets before trying to make a depressing getaway.

you let out a small breath. "don't be jealous, rin."

he gets taken aback by your sudden remark.

he also lets out a little huff before turning around once more to reach your figure.

"was not jealous, excuse you." he grumbles, leaning his head into your shoulder.

your hand comes up to scratch gently at his scalp, "lie all you want," you pause, hand moving to cup his cheek. "i'm all yours either way."

ATSUMU shouldn't let his pettiness get the best of him. but he can't help but grumble every five fucking seconds because you're busy tending to kita and helping him with his stupid "captain duties".

the way you scuttle around the court, kita noticeably beside you, carrying heavy bottles for you and holding your clipboard.

he lets out an exasperated sigh, which osamu and suna finally acknowledge.

"could ya shut the fuck up?" osamu groans, slapping his brother's empty fucking skull.

suna snorts, recording the incident. "why so sappy, atsumu?"

the blonde only grumbles, talking his shit like usual and telling the annoying duo to "fuck off" and to "leave him the fuck alone".

they snort uncontrollably, opting to skip away from the ticking time bomb beside them.

atsumu was not getting any better. when he witnesses kita lay a hand on your shoulder, he sees red.

"kita!" he shouts from across the court, almost speeding to your side.

you look confused, moving your figure to face him. "'tsum? you oka-"

he grabs kita by the collar of his jersey, getting all up in his face. you huff exasperatedly, slapping your clipboard onto the dumb blonde's head which causes him to let go of kita who is standing there with a blank gaze.

"kita, you alright?" you ask, examining him before turning to atsumu with a darkened glare.

you drag your boyfriend away, lecturing him the whole time.

pinching the bridge of your nose, you look at him disappointedly. "did you have to harass your fucking captain like that?"

he shrugs. "he touched ma girl. didn't like that."

your eyes widen, not with disbelief but more with rage. "are fuck fucking stupid? there was a god damn spiderweb on my shoulder."

now his eyes widen, turning red in embarrassment. he mumbles a low apology, turning away from your burning glare.

"'tsum, for a smart setter, you're stupid." you groan, massaging your temple. "don't be jealous, alright? i'm all yours even when you're just plain annoying."

he lets out a little snort, it's laced with a bit of guilt, but you don't have to know that. he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm while mumbling more apologies for his stupid behavior.

OSAMU watches intently as you chat away with his airhead of a brother.

he notices the things you do not. he sees the sneaky touches that atsumu does, like rubbing off a couple crumbs at the corner of your lip. or the way he leans into you slightly when you say something funny.

he notices it all, and it's rubbing him into the wrong direction.

he's in the kitchen, watching it all go down in the living room as his patience thins more and more.

he's gripping his glass of water so hard he doesn't notice the way his knuckles turn white. but, he notices the way atsumu moves a stray hair out of your face as your eyes never leave the tv.

he loses it.

"atsumu, get yer fuckin' hands off of y/n if ya still wanna see the sun tomorrow." he growls.

atsumu's eyes widen, immediately getting up to hide behind you. "y/n, yer man's tryna kill me! save ma ass!"

"okay, princess, that's enough." you shove him off.

getting up to cool your grandpa of a boyfriend down. you grab his arm as he's still visibly fuming over the encounter.

"what's with you, 'samu." you ask, opening the door to his room before shutting it quietly.

the grumbles a bit, refusing to give you an answer.

you sit him down on his bed as you kneel down to make sure his eyes are on you. his eyes stay trained on his knees, refusing to acknowledge your efforts to comfort his sorry ass.

your hands caress his thigh, looking up at him gently. "talk to me, babe."

he finally caves, "didn't like the way 'tsum was touchin' ya."

you smile. you move up to sit beside him on his bed, hands going straight to his hair. you thread through the soft locks, allowing him to ease up. "you jealous, baby?"

he senses your teasing tone and rolls his eyes. "maybe. no. never been jealous, who d'ya think yer talkin' to?" he scoffs.

"don't be jealous, 'samu. you're my favorite twin." you grin.

he hides the red tinting his cheeks and the small grin on his lips by diving into the crook of your neck.

KUROO eavesdrops attentively as you converse with your old friends in karasuno.

he wasn't the type to eavesdrop. you have your own business and he doesn't need to know every bit and piece, but he couldn't help but watch the dark-headed setter as he blushes at your every word, inching closer to your figure.

he sees everything. and he hates it. he can't possibly fathom the idea of you leaving him for that first year.

he struts up to your group confidently, looming over your figure and the setter from karasuno.

you immediately notice his presence, an even bigger smile making its way to your lips.

"oh, kags, this is kuroo, he's the captain of nekoma." she beams.

kageyama, the setter, only gives him a stiff nod and kuroo expects more from you, like why would you leave out the part where you call him your boyfriend?

kuroo clears his throat, "i'm also y/n's boyfriend, nice to meet you."

he seriously had to emphasize "boyfriend" before extending out an arm which kageyama hesitantly shakes before pulling away quickly.

"yeah. nice to meet you too." he mumbles, trailing off.

the raven-head finally bids you goodbye, walking in a fast pace back to his team.

you turn to kuroo to give him an unimpressed look. "really? did you seriously get jealous over a first year?"

he smiles guiltily, "maybe?"

you roll your eyes, walking away from his tall figure. he only follows you around like a lost puppy, whining every few minutes.

you probably walk around for a good ten minutes, trying to get rid of this over-sized cat following you around stupidly.

"okay, jesus christ. what?" you snap after he whines loudly for the 7th time.

he pouts, causing his cheeks to puff out slightly. you hold in the urge to pinch his cheek. "i'm sorryyy, y/n."

his frown deepens as you sigh. "don't be jealous, tetsu." you glance at him, finally caving as you pinch his cheek. "i prefer guys with bedhead hair." you tease.

he groans out a little "hey!" and a small "not funny, babe." before walking you to class, an arm wrapped snug around your waist.

KENMA taps away on his phone, eager to beat the level he's been struggling on for days. his eyes don't make thier way to you, so he doesn't realize the event happening before him.

kuroo leans over your seated figure, helping you with chemistry homework. his fingers trace over the words in the textbook, explaining the formula and going over your mistakes.

kenma finally looks up, eyes narrowing at the sight.

"what are you doing, kuroo?" he asks, his voice quiet and soft.

kuroo looks behind him for a short moment, before shifting his attention back onto you. "just helping y/n with chemistry."

kenma's eyesbrows raise hesitantly, rolling his eyes before playing his game.

he's quickly distracted by the series of laughs and giggles, he wasn't exactly annoyed at the laughter alone.. he was annoyed that you and his best friend are enjoying each other's company a little too much.

he grumbles lowly, "keep it down.."

you manage to make out a little "sorry, kozu" in the midst of the laughter.

kenma's expression sours as he sees kuroo lean a little too close to you.

he gets frustrated, putting his phone away and getting up to grab you by the wrist and pull you away from the rooster-head beside you.

"quit cozying up to kuroo." he grunts, finally letting go of your wrist.

you snort, "i wasn't..?"

he only rolls his eyes, nestling beside you and being a little more clingy than usual.

"you so were."

"i so wasn't."

"you were."

"you jealous?"

he pauses. sneering at you with a huff. "'m not."

you laugh lightly. "don't be jealous. you're the only one who'd help me beat the enderman in minecraft."

he rolls his eyes with a smile, "anything for you."

#just now realizing that i might fall for suna #how did i not realize how majestic bro is #prolly cuz i was too busy obsessing over kiyoomi from 2020-2023 LMAO

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SAKUSA 's frown deepens as he witnesses you getting along a little too well with his cousin.

the way your eyes glimmer and shine so brightly when talking to him. why did you two look so much better as a couple..? and why did it sting to know that it's true?

you bid komori goodbye with a loose hug, waving happily. you skip away to your boyfriend, who's feeling quite sour about the encounter he had to see with his own two eyes.

"hi, 'yoomi." you hum, tip-toeing to press a small kiss to his cheek which he dodges. sending you a sneer, your heart drops a little.

he tsks, walking ahead and not allowing you to catch up with his quick pace.

your heart started beating, and it started beating fast. i know what this is, you think. you're right, you know. and you know because that is your kiyoomi.