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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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could u do inari or nekoma comforting manager whos bf just broke up w them bc my ex just started dating my bsf 3 days after we broke up 😭😭

Oh anon 🥺 I'm so sorry this is happening to you! My large requests are currently closed but I can write a small set for you here! I really hope this helps you feel better. And let me just say, in the long run, it's him that's going to have the most regrets. Just remember you deserve someone who is going to worship you! Never settle for less ❤

Inarizaki comforts their Heartbroken Manager

Inarizaki x GN Manager

Warnings: Swearing, angst to fluff

Honestly, you didn't see it coming 🥺

Even more, you didn't see your boyfriend moving on so quickly

But it happened 😔

And you are so heartbroken 💔

It happened on a Friday night

Seriously way to ruin your weekend 😪

You spent the weekend crying, maybe eating and/or watching your favorite movie, TV or anime

Unfortunately not even your favorite character could help drag you up from the bottom

When you arrived at school the following morning, you were so tired and your eyes were so red

Give me a hug right now YN 🫂

You managed to get to school just before the bell rang to ignore running into your ex

But not only were you worried about running into your ex 👀

Because you knew you'd eventually have to face your team and you just weren't ready

I mean, it's perfectly normal to be upset YN and you need time

Literally the last thing you need is Atsumu 🙄

But hear me out ok 🤚🏻because these boys are about to come through

When you miss lunch, Suna is instantly suspicious 😑

"Where is YN?"- Suna to Ginjima, Atsumu and Osamu

"Maybe she went out with her boyfriend?"- Ginjima

"You mean the boyfriend whose sitting with another girl over there?"- Osamy, dropping his food and digging holes in your ex

"Oh HELL naw"- Atsumu, getting up and about to LAY 👏🏻 DOWN 👏🏻

"Whats going on here?"- Kita pulling up with Aran, Omimi and Michinari just as Osamu is holding Atsumu back

"YN's Boyfriend is over there with another girl"- Atsumu, practically growling

Kita looks over to see your ex with your so called best friend 😑

"Ok proceed"- Kita, setting his food down and following Atsumu to your ex

"Hey what the hell is this?"- Atsumu and the entire squad of Inarizaki pulling up

Please this sulk of Foxes is so scary 😨

"Umm hey Atsumu, what's up?"- your dumb ex whose a lame jerk face 😒

"Did you just happen to forget about YN or what?"- Osamu

"YN and I broke up last week"- your ex

"So you decide to move on to her best friend? That's low dude"- Ginjima

"You know what? Stay the fuck away from YN!"- Suna

"Don't even think about approaching YN again. If you see her around, no you didn't. If she's walking on the same side kf the street, cross the road. I don't EVER want ro see your face again"- Kita

Dammmnnnn ok 💅🏼

Atsumu and the team are so surprised but like weirdly impressed 😅

"Lets go find YN guys"- Michinari

Please they just all take off to find you

YN they left their food behind for you!!

Honestly goals 🙌🏻

They head to the club room because someone said they saw you head in that direction

Kita knocks slowly, finding you sitting in the corner, knees to your chest and wiping your eyes 🥺

Please it's a heartbreaking sight 💔

I'm seriously about to lay the smack down on your behalf because nobody and I mean NOBODY hurts our YN 😡

"YN hey, are you ok?"- Aran approaching first

Honestly good choice 👌🏻

"Yeah- I'm fine-" please YN your voice is cracking and you have tears streaming down your face

"YN we know what happened. It's ok"- Omimi, sitting next to your and putting his arm around you

"YN honestly you deserve so much better"- Michinari

Atsumu and Osamu are pacing, planning your ex's demise 🤔

"We saw your ex in the lunch room eith your best friend YN. I'm so sorry that happened"- Kita

You start crying even more, and Suna comes and gives you a hug

Please take it YN he doesn't hug people much

"YN seriously he doesn't deserve someone as special and amazing as you. If he can't see how awesome you are, to hell with him"- Ginjima

"Thanks guys. I'm sorry I'm crying"- YN

"Never apologize for your feelings YN. You are hurt"- Aran

"Honestly I never liked him in the first place"- Atsumu

"Yeah what a waste of oxygen"- Osamu

"Guys it's ok"- YN, 🥺😢

"It most certainly is not! He needs some sense knocked into him"- Atsumu

"And who's going to do that?"- Osamu, please he never misses an opportunity

"Well me duh-" Atsumu, like it wasn't even a question 😅

"HA dude you can't fight worth a shit"- Osamu

Seriously YN you can't be upset for long with these two around 🙄

"Shut up Samu! I'm a great fighter! I kick your ass daily"- Atsumu

"Shall we check the tapes?"- Osamu looking to Suna

Suna pulls out his phone and scrolls to the album titled "Twins Fight: Osamu wins"

Please he organizes them by who won 🤣

"Uhh guys, it's really ok-" You trying to save the moment

Too late 🙄

"Not know YN this is important"- Atsumu and Osamu now gathering around Suna

Kita 👉🏻😐😑

"Lets go get something to eat YN. My treat"- Aran

Seriously take the opportunity and run 🏃‍♀️

Omimi, Michinari, Kita, Aran and Ginjima all leave with you

Please Aran totally holds your hand 🥲

"Thanks for cheering me up guys. I don't know what I'd do without you"- You, being so freaking cute

"We love you YN and we want you to be hapoy"- Michinari, giving you a cute side hug

*CRASH* "Samu ya freaking jerk"

"Don't look back YN just keep walking"- Ginjima

Please YN, these boys adore you and only want the best 🥰

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kzuhadovey · 3 years

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i love you

character: miya atsumu x reader

type: angst

warnings: fuckboy!atsumu, no happy ending

song recommendation: i love you - billie eilish

this may seem like a happy lovey dovey fanfic but i think it’ll stab you in the guts aha- anyways sorry if this is too long, i got in the zone <3

edit: so someone requested for a part 2 to this story, so i wrote it! to read it, click here.

You were undeniably, so deeply in love. With who, you may ask? Miya Atsumu, of course. He was Inarizaki’s playboy- more like a cheaper version of Oikawa. He was deemed Japan’s best high school setter, and many girls confessed their love to him daily. You and Atsumu were close friends- you were the manager for their volleyball team so you were surely close to all of them. But there was something about him that made you realize- you were so utterly in love. The way you would laugh a bit too hard at his jokes, and the way you stared too long at him, and the way your heart would pinch at the sight of him with other people. You hated that you felt this way- it would ruin everything if you confessed. So you suppressed these feelings, even if you knew they would all spill out eventually.

You yawned as you walked into the Inarizaki Volleyball room, they were just about to start practice. “Good morning Y/N.” A familiar voice says, slinging their arm over your shoulder. “Good morning to you too… Atsumu.” You mutter back, zipping up your backpack. “Sorry we made you attend this early, Nationals are coming up,” Kita says. You nod and try to ignore the loud thumping of your heart as Atsumu attaches himself closer to you. “We should start practice. I’ll get your bottles ready.” You say, trying to wretch Atsumu’s arm from your shoulder. “Go practice, Tsumu. Don’t get distracted.” You manage to mutter out quickly before walking away. You can just feel the stare that Atsumu’s giving you- you’ve been ignoring him for the past week or so- a mere attempt at hiding your feelings.

“Oi, Y/N. What are you gonna do about Atsumu?” Osamu asked nonchalantly as you stuffed a pile of celery down your throat. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, your cheeks warming up by the second. “Well shit Y/N. You blind or something?” Osamu asks, rolling his eyes. “He has an obvious crush on you.” You almost choke on your food as you process what he just said. “Crush? Me? Pfft- how?” You ask, a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t possible… or was it? “He’s touchy, he talks about you a lot, and-” “And what Osamu? He’s touchy with everyone. I bet he only says that I’m kind and all that bullshit but he doesn’t actually like me because he’s Miya Atsumu.” You snap and Osamu chuckles. “Okay geez- don’t have to get defensive,” Osamu says, a smug smile plastered on his face. “You’re so mean.” You say, a small pout on your face as you start eating your food again. Was it really that impossible for Atsumu to like you?

atsumuu~ oi y/n. psst. y/n :0 huh what atsumuu~ you wanna sneak out? rn? y/n :0 -_- it’s like 2 am atsumuu~ yet you’re still not asleep my dear come on I’ll meet you at the park if you wanna y/n :0 you crazy bitch.

You sighed heavily- you couldn’t help but comply to Atsumu- it was something that happened every time he asked you for something. You blew softly at your cold hands as you made your way to a famous park you and the team liked to go to. The night air stabbed through your lungs as you took a deep breath and jumped over the gates, hoping that no one you knew was there. “Y/N!~” Atsumu’s voice was heard from across the small garden section, and you squinted your eyes. He looked half-asleep, but his eyes still shone as bright as ever. “Tsumu. Hey.” You said, shooting him a small smile as you made your way to him. “Look! We can sit on the swings- it looks especially pretty at night.” Atsumu said excitedly as he pointed to a pair of swings. You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Alright then.”

You were sat on the swings, thoughts quietly running through your head as Atsumu rambled on and on about volleyball. “Y/N. Oi. Are you paying attention?” Atsumu asks, a sharp tone in his voice. You shrug away from your thoughts and smile sheepishly at Atsumu. “Sorry. I was daydreaming.” You say fixing your sitting position quickly. “Oh? Daydreaming about what, my darling?” Atsumu asks, leaning in closer. Your breath hitches at that nickname- he’s dangerously close to you- you’re pretty sure you’re about to faint at the proximity he’s in. “Nothing in particular.” You decide to mutter out, a feeling of warmth creeping in your cheeks. “Are you sure?” Atsumu asks again, and this time, his face is right above yours. You can smell him- he smelled like honeycakes and cologne. His breath is warm against yours, and if you lean in a bit more, you’re kissing. “Getting nervous, Y/N?” Atsumu chuckles lightly before pulling away, making you sigh in relief. “Shut up.”

y/n :0 tsumu tsumu tsumu are you ignoring me YOU’RE ONLINE ON IG BRO tsumuu read

You huff angrily at your phone. So he was on Instagram and clearly texting in the team group chat but he’s ignoring you? Piece of shit, you think to yourself as you head over on Instagram in an attempt to contact him again. You’re about to click on the DM icon when something catches your eye. Atsumu posted something new. A girl clinging on his shoulder. They’re… kissing.

“me and my girl ^__^“

Your heart nearly stops as you read over the caption again. Me and my girl. He surely meant as a friend right?- wait, they were kissing. Was this some kind of dream? Was this a joke? You choose not to like the picture and you shoved your phone away from you. Was he just playing with you? Was this all a sick, stupid game to him? You hiss quietly as you feel tears prick your eyes. You surely remembered having a connection- that night at the park. Was that nothing too?

You managed to get a bit of sleep last night- but you were still sleepy as fuck. It felt as if someone was stabbing your head over and over and the walls were closing in on you. Your eyes were still slightly red and puffy and splotches of foundation on your under-eyes were a shitty attempt at you covering up your dark eye bags. You tried your best to make it through class- it took almost all your willpower to not just flop asleep right then and there. Worse, you had volleyball practice with the boys. Today was the worst day to have volleyball practice, considering your… situation. You walked into the room with a heavy sigh and immediately sat down on one of the bleachers. Maybe Coach Kurosu could let you catch a wink of sleep. “H- Woah Y/N you look like the nun!” Osamu says once he’s seen you. You sigh, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “Just- warm-up or whatever. I’m okay.” You mutter, leaning back and snuggling into your backpack.

“Y/N~ You look ghostly my dear.”

Your eyes shoot open at that voice. The one that’s caused you pain, agony, and the voice that made you reconsider whether you were worth anything or not. “Hey. Hello.” Atsumu called out again, waving his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention. “Atsumu.” You could barely speak- all of the memories were rushing to your head, and you were definitely pissed off. “Come, let’s get you some water-” “Stop, Atsumu.” He was definitely surprised at the sharp tone of your voice. “Woah- what’s got your ass today?” Atsumu asks, chuckling. “Just stop it. I’m not a game for you to play- do I look like fucking Jumanji to you?” You say, standing up. You’re fuming- an indescribable feeling coursing through your veins. “Huh? What did Osamu do to you, heh-” Atsumu reaches out to touch your shoulder but you flinch. “Stop it. Why are you doing this? Acting like you care for me and shit.” You said, packing up your bags. “But Y/N, I do care for-” “No you don't! You flirt with me all the fucking time but you don’t actually make a move on me. And don’t you think I know about your little- girlfriend?” You snapped, glaring at him. “I’m so tired of this shit.” You say, tears finally pricking your eyes. “Y/N- I- I didn’t mean it like that,” Atsumu says, panic settling in his eyes.

“No, because you meant it like that. You wanted to flirt with me, to try and confuse me, and it’s so fucking tiring because I love you!” Atsumu freezes, and the whole team’s attention is diverted to you. “It’s so tiring, trying to love you because I know you won’t love me back. Instead, you play these stupid games with me and I fucking hate it!” You shout, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. “I love you, and I don’t want to.” You say quietly. Atsumu is baffled- he has no idea of your feelings. “Y/N-” “Please, Atsumu. Don’t talk to me anymore.” You say, heartbroken.

In the end, he complied. You’ve seen him around in the halls, and once in a while, he would glance at you. You, of course, have moved on. He wasn’t important anyway, right? You’ve seen him stare at you- for an abnormally long time, and sometimes, you’ve seen him laugh more at your jokes. He’s in love with you. But he knows, because of a simple mistake, he’ll never have you. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up together in another life.

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ajwamiju-archives · 3 years

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Chapter 12

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, harassment, swearing, a lot of it, manipulation, slow-burn (?), eventual romance, eventual smut, enemies to allies to lovers, coercion, slight dub-con, minor character deaths

Mafia boss! Kita Shinsuke x Spy! F! Reader

Summary: For as long as you’ve been on God’s blue earth, you’ve been taught to help your family by gathering information and spying on other crime syndicates from all over Japan. To say you’re good for your age is an understatement, you’re one of the best out there with all of the information you’ve managed to gather.

Once you turn 20, you are to be given your first official mission as a fully grown adult, retrieving the important documents the Inarizaki clan has managed to steal. You’re confident you’re able to do it, but a lot of things don’t exactly go according to plan...

Note: Sorry for disappearing like last week, midterms really kicked my ass lol.

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“Penny for your thoughts, Matsushima-san?” Ito asks, snapping you out of your train of thoughts during another night of your hang-outs. You’ve been meeting up with Ito almost regularly for close to a month, ranting to each other about anything that comes to mind. The updates Suna receives are nothing new since you two have gathered basically Ito’s whole life history as on top of following you to Hokkaido, Kita ordered for you to give regular updates to Suna. You don’t even know what the hell he’s doing right now, but you know he’s nearby, you can always feel the daggers on you from his sharp gaze.

“Just thinking about… well… old me, I guess.” You answer, tracing the wood patterns of the table. “I used to be such a workaholic that I would often neglect my own needs in order to get the job done. I just thought, if my old self were to see me now, she’d probably not like the change. I mean, I still work a lot but it's just... not as much as I used to.”

“Are you thinking that you’ve changed for the worse?”

“You could say that, sure.”

“Well, I don’t think you did.” Ito says and leans back in his seat. “You’ve started to let go of the toxic mindset and take care of yourself, haven’t you? You’re starting to feel happy with how things are, aren’t you?”

“Even if I feel jealous when a guy who I caught feelings for yet barely know is just living his life? I really do feel like a possessive girlfriend even if we’re… friends? Now that I think about it, I don’t know what my status is to him and it makes it sound… worse.” You ask, lowering your voice.

“Liking someone is normal, the extent of your affections to him is what a lot of people will feel at least once in their lifetimes; your feelings of jealousy over seeing him with another woman is completely normal and acceptable, everyone would be jealous and heartbroken if their crush was going out with someone else, even if they don’t know much about their crush in their first place.”

“It still just feels… weird, how could I even like someone who I barely know?”

“I know you’ve always liked people you know well before this, maybe that’s why you justified your jealousy before, you know them, you had prior connection to them before, so it must be confusing falling in love with someone… out of your norm. But love is unpredictable, you know, the heart wants what the heart wants. That’s why they call it falling in love not… floating into love.”

“That is… a very odd expression… floating into love…”

“I was never that good in expressions…”

“I can tell…”

The both of you stay silent for a few minutes, feeling the wind blow through the open doors of the café. It’s been a week since you two met up at the bar, opting for non-alcoholic drinks after one disastrous night where Ito had a bit too much to drink after a particularly shitty day.

During your talks with him, the things discussed stay relatively light-hearted, you would listen about how he would vent about two of his demon bosses, his upstairs neighbours who are far too loud for the comfort of the two floors above and below them, while you would vent about vague hints of your past, fabricated enough for him not to be suspicious of the dealings that go on behind closed doors.

“Hey, Ito-san, if you don’t mind me asking… um… is there a reason that might’ve warranted your father’s disappearance? How are you feeling about it?” You ask cautiously, hoping to know him as a person rather than a target.

“… My dad has always been drowned in debt, especially recently. He’s been working hard to pay it off, but I think one of the loan sharks he lent from decided he’s not able to pay and took him. I’m really worried for him and I hope he comes back soon, I’m sure the police are doing everything they can to look for him.”

It takes everything in you not to physically cringe at whatever Ito’s father told him, the poor man deserves so much better than the fate he’s heading to. As someone who knows of his father’s whereabouts and the truth of what his father is up to, you can’t help but feel bad for him.

“Matsushima-san?” Ito asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, I just… that sounds horrible. I hope everything gets sorted out soon.” You answer. “It just… I don’t know… did the loan sharks just decided he can’t pay without giving him a deadline?” You ask, for no good reason actually.

“I don’t know the details, one day he just went out of his house and never came back.”

You reach over the table and place a hand comfortingly on top of Ito’s hand as he sighs heavily. You feel bad for scanning his body language for signs of lying, but he seems to be telling the truth which makes the situation all the worse. “Let’s hope he will return safely and those loan sharks get what they deserved.”

Your night ends after the deeper talk you have, you walk with him to the park where you always part ways, giving him a pat on the shoulder before turning on your heel. You take your phone out and text Suna the details you’ve learnt about Ito, getting a meme in return of low-quality picture of Osamu’s face with the caption “Yikes.”.

You look up from your phone to find Kita standing in front of an alleyway near your apartment complex, waiting for your arrival before pulling you into your apartment, making sure no one has seen him. You return his gaze, your lips tugging down into a deeper frown. “Ye’re gettin’ attached to Ito.” He states as a greeting.

“Good evening to you too, Kita-san.” You answer, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you toe off your shoes and walk further into the room. “He’s dying in three months, the least he can get is someone to listen to his troubles so he can get it off his chest.”

“Ya won’t be able to go through with it if ya keep lettin’ yerself get attached to ‘im.”

“I will be able to go through with it, don’t you have at least a semblance of faith in me?”

“‘Course I do, ye’re one of the best spies the yakuza world has, but not for this job. This is a long-term assassination job, ye’re not collectin’ any information.”

“And your point is? I’ve been here for close to a month, you can’t pull me out of this mission and suddenly replace me.”

“My point is ya come here for personal reasons too, didn’tcha? I know ye’re aware of where yer capabilities lie, this long-term assassination is a first for ya. Ye’re not someone who tries to move outta yer comfort zone much, yet ye’re willin’ to break yer end of yer contract for a mission ya have no extensive trainin’ on.”

Your nails bite harder at your palm at how Kita has managed to read through you, you want to refute the claim and tell him he’s wrong, but he’s not. The reason you impulsively took on this mission is to get away from the stupidly attractive man in front of you, yet you can’t seem to achieve your true goal from this mission.

“And so what if it’s personal? At the end of the day, Ito-san will die anyway, whether you decide to let me kill him or send someone who you think is capable, I don’t care. So leave me alone and let me finish my job.”

“Ya expect me to leave ya alone when ye’re underqualified for this job? I just wanna know what the hell ye’re thinkin’ ‘bout to warrant ya to do this!”

“Look, I don’t know what the hell your grand scheme of things is to want to know my reasons for going. I don’t know why you didn’t kill me months ago. I may be an asset but I know you can easily find someone at my level. I don’t know why you don’t trust me after everything you did to make me trust you. Do I know where I stand with you? No. Am I your worker? Your underling? Your friend? Am I still your captive? At this point, I don’t want to think about the finer things. I want to get my thoughts in order during this, and I really, really just want to straighten the things in my head out. That’s what I’m thinking. That’s my reason for forcing myself on this job.”

Kita’s eyes widen at your answer and the display of emotions you’re showing to him at this very moment. It’s the first time you’ve see him almost unable to form words from the things you’ve said to him. “I don’t understand, what made ya even think about all of that?”

You take a deep breath and bite your lip to hold yourself back from making any impulsive decisions or saying anything impulsively. How are you going to tell him everything stemmed from your heart being broken, by him no less. You still can’t face him without thinking about what you saw, but the fact it’s affected you this much means you still need to let go of him more and understand yourself more.

“What if… I told you… after I’ve collected my thoughts. Since you’re watching over me, you have your guarantee that I have nowhere to run and… I’ll have time to collect myself before I tell you.” You propose, softening the tone of your voice significantly after your outburst. “I know I’ve broken my contract once, but I promise I will fulfil this one. As a bargain, I… I’ll reveal my brother’s plan against my father.”

Kita is silent as he contemplates your offer, you can see the slight furrow of his eyebrow that he most probably doesn’t understand why you’re doing all of this; you don’t blame him, would probably think the same if you’re in his shoes. “Fine, I accept yer offer.” He says and extends his hand out to shake your hand.

You slowly pull your hand out and shake his rough, calloused hand, so warm against your freezing palm. Your hands shake firmly as you look up from your hands to his eyes. “My brother is planning to overthrow my father and take over the clan as soon as he possibly can. It’s a plot formed by Hiroshi, his mentor, Watanabe Ichirou, my grandfather, [Surname] Chikao, my mentor, Uehara Arata, and a number of my grandfather’s supporters. They plan to execute it after Hiroshi’s first official mission, as far as I remember, they planned on killing my father, but it’s the last I’ve heard of it.”

“D’ya know the reason for this plot?”

“It may be because my father’s going against my clan’s morals, that’s what I gathered from the snippets of the conversation I’ve heard backed by evidence. Ever since my father took over, he’s been… trafficking humans and exotic animals, his most successful sales deal with women ages 15 to 25 and endangered animals, has connections to those who have access to them, I presume. Our family’s morals are against harming innocent people and animals, especially those who have nothing to do with the clan. The human trafficking business in particular is still extremely hidden, even some higher-ranked members don’t know of the business.”

“Human traffickin’? How’ve we never heard of this?” Kita asks, furrowing his eyebrows at the information you just dropped. “Surely we woulda heard if some clan in Japan did a deal on human traffickin.”

“His clients are mostly foreign people, foreign mafia families, I think. I wasn’t able to obtain information on who he’s dealing with in terms of the trafficking in Japan, but I’ve pin-pointed somewhere in Europe and America for his regular clients.” You answer, stopping your gaze at your still connected hands. You pull your hand away and quickly pocket it once more, subtly gripping the fabric in the pocket when you feel like you want to hold his hand for longer.

“Is there anythin’ else ya wanna tell me?”

“You won’t get anywhere with questioning members under Ishikawa’s sector. He’s sided with my father which makes him and most, if not all of his men unaware of the plot.”

“I see, I’ll send this information over to Suna as soon as possible.” Kita says as he turns to walk to the door.

“Alright… please leave me alone for the time being.” You respond, walking deeper into the small apartment as an imaginary rift behind you grows bigger from your request.

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Hello... this is a bit of an emergency request cuz I feel like sht rn... bit of a backstory, I won a contest in our school. They’ve given me prizes, praises, etc etc... but I still feel disappointed and self conscious, like what if they take that back? What if I didn’t really win and it’s all just a mistake? It’s because I am so used to losing and now that I’ve won something, I feel like I don’t deserve it... can you do hcs about inarizaki and nekoma about their manager who feels exactly like that? Like they feel like they don’t deserve the praises she’s given? Thank you so much❤️

Anon-chan!! I wasn't planning on posting today but as soon as I saw your request, I could not help myself!! This is an absolute emergency, I hope you're hanging in there, love.😭😤💖

I know this might be out of the blue, but you are lovely, talented, and wonderful, and you really do deserve all the praise you're receiving for your win! I'm so proud of you, congratulations!! and I'm so happy to have such a talented and wonderful individual reading my work and supporting me.

If you need to chat about this, my DM's are open. I love you, Anon-chan, and I hope you enjoy these soft comforting headcanons I've written for you.

(these lil fishies are rooting for you too!!)

Comforting their adorable manager

Characters: Nekoma X fem! manager, Inarizaki X fem! manager

Warnings: none, maybe mentions of self depreciation.

Nekoma

Let's start with our favourite cat team :) You've entered a competition in school, after our sweet Yaku signed your name up.

“Ku? Why'd you do that?” you asked him. You were apprehensive about joining the competition because you weren't sure if you could handle the disappointment of losing.

But one look at Yaku's excited face and warm smile made you reconsider.

You handed in your submission, with support from the entire team, and promised yourself not to think of it, eventhough it silently bit away at the back of your mind.

Days had passed, and finally, it was the day of the awards ceremony, which the entire team insisted on attending.

You tried persuading them not to come, but they wouldn't hear of it. “Kitten, we're here to support you, just go out there, and believe in yourself the way we do, okay?” said Kuroo with a soft smile on his face.

You nodded, but you didn't really think you might be the winner of the competition.

The principal finally announced the name of the winner, and the words "y/n, l/n" left his lips. You were in disbelief and shock. Did you really win this?

The excited cheer from your cat babies confirmed it, as you walked to the stage to receive your prize.

Yamamoto wrapped you in a hug, and he was joined by the rest, quickly forming a group huddle, with you in the middle. “I'm so proud of you, y/n!” said Yaku with a knowing smile.

You didn't know why, but you felt empty. Unworthy. What if it's all just been a mistake, and I don't actually deserve all of this? These thoughts ate away at your happiness and you felt yourself feeling upset, and turning rigid in the group hug.

Kenma immediately noticed, and rubbed your shoulder in a comforting way.

“Are you okay, kitten?” he asked you in an affectionate way, which was rare for him. You felt so comfortable in the boys' presence that you broke down in tears in front of them.

They steered you away and out of the auditorium. Kai gently wiped your tears. He felt horrible, knowing you felt sad, and desperately wanted you to smile, and be happy again.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” asked Yaku in a warm tone. He engulfed you in a hug, and gently rested your head in the crook of his neck. “Is everything okay?”

You confessed to him, and the rest of the team that you felt unworthy of receiving the prize, and your fear of it being taken back at some point, which left you empty and insecure.

Inuoka softly ruffled your hair. He wanted to cheer you up desperately. “Y/n-chan, I think you deserve it. You've been working so hard on your submission, I would've been surprised if you didn't win.”

“Yeah! You're talented and dedicated, not to mention extremely hard-working. The school board doesn't make mistakes when selecting winners, kitten.” said Kenma with a straight face.

It cheered you up, when you heard their words, especially Kenma's. You knew he'd never lie.

Yamamoto pushed through and effortlessly placed you on his shoulders, “let's buy ice cream to celebrate our nekoma queen's well deserved win!”. He had replaced the comforting atmosphere with one of energy and happiness.

“yes, let's.” said Kuroo with a grin. The team followed behind you and Yamamoto, eager to spend more time with their precious manager.

Kuroo bought your favourite ice cream up to you when you reached, and Yamamoto let you off his shoulders whilst he went to buy his own.

He laughed when he saw you got some on your nose, and wiped it away gently, giving you a small kiss after he was done.

“you deserved your win today, my little kitten” was all he could say before giving you a wink and stealing some of your ice cream. “and you'll win again, okay? We believe in you.”

Inarizaki

It's the last match of your competition, and you're filled with energy and adrenaline. Your entire volleyball team is at the bleachers, there to motivate and support you.

It's finally a match point, and the whole gym goes silent as you earn the final point, thus making you the victor. The twins are exploding with happiness, and Suna's recording it, determined to capture this priceless memory forever.

You happily wave back at them, until a feeling of fear and unease rushes over you, causing you to lurch, discomfort evident on your face.

The team picks up on it immediately, and wait for you to receive your prize before rushing over to you to congratulate you.

Atsumu picks you up and spins you around before peppering kisses over your face. He's like an enthusiastic puppy, and you forget about your unease for a little while.

“Congratulations, y/n-san”, says Kita. He's so proud of you, and looking into his eyes, his feelings reflected in them, you begin to sob quietly.

The team gets very protective of you, and Aran scoops you in his arms as the rest of the team follows him out, forming a protective circle around you.

“What's wrong, oni?” (btw!! headcanon that Osamu calls y/n, "onigiri", "oni" for short, because he loves y/n, and he loves onigiri :D)

You tearfully look up at him and express your fear at not deserving the prize or your win. “What if they recount the matches, and I'm not actually the one with the most wins? I feel so empty, and I'm not used to winning, this feels so strange and beautiful, I'll be heartbroken if it's taken away. I'm not worthy of this...”

Their hearts squeeze at your confession. How could you, their precious, beautiful, talented manager ever doubt herself?

Suna is the first to speak, and he leans down to you and wipes your tears before they fall. “If only you saw yourself the way I see you, y/n. Then you'd understand how talented and worthy you really are.”

You blushed at Suna's words, but Kita continued the momentum. He wanted to make sure you understood. “You won, y/n-san. It's evident that you're the best here, and you deserve every single congratulation and word of praise you get.”

Aran is just patting comfortingly on your shoulder and giving you the physical affirmation to let you know that he is there for you.

Osamu then feeds you an onigiri, and smiles. “Let's go home, Oni, we'll have a cheer-up session there.” the team's main objective now is to have a relaxing and soft afternoon, whilst taking care of their tired and demotivated little princess. They can't bear seeing her sad.

Atsumu takes your hand in his and you guys make your way to the twins' house.

When you arrive, Atsumu carries you and places you on the couch. Osamu is hunting for food in the kitchen, as Aran finds a blanket to wrap your legs with, seeing how you get cold easily.

Suna rests his head on your blanketed lap and falls asleep immediately, and you quicky follow suit, sleeping on the couch.

“Yer not gonna believe what—” announces Osamu, but he's cut off by the team, noticing you and Suna asleep. They're all silently seething with jealousy, and Atsumu makes his way beside you and leans on your shoulder.

“Nap time, I suppose. She must be tired. Being the best is hard work, after all” says Kita fondly, as he cuddles up to the other side of you.

Osamu settles down next to Atsumu and glares at him, he wants to be near you too, but he suffices by gently holding your hand. I want to be closer, but this is enough for now, I think. He too succumbs to slumber, next to his twin.

The last, Aran, wraps another huge blanket on the team, and positions himself next to Kita. The team enjoys a peaceful afternoon with you, reminding you of a silent message that you'll always have them.

“I think you're so amazing, and I hope someday, we'll show you exactly how amazing you are”

Taglist: @k-sakusa-old @osamusriceballs

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writerofthecourt · 4 years

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memories of what could have been

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

summary: seeing you in the stands, atsumu couldn’t help but think back on how your relationship got to this point

warning: inarizaki vs. karasuno spoilers, time skip spoilers

a/n: this was supposed to be short and sweet…what happened?? i’m sorry for any missed editing mistakes. inspired by this song by ito kashitaro. please give it a listen to after you’re done reading, it is such a good song!

The audience watched in nervous silence, waiting with bated breath as Atsumu stepped up to the line and prepared for his serve. The game had dwindled down to its final set, leaving both teams exhausted and sore from the constant rallies and unforgiving plays. If Atsumu could land a service ace now, it would mean the end of the game and victory for his team.

Looking at his teammates, Hinata and Bokuto both smiled at him encouragingly, while Sakusa’s glare told him not to mess up. Looking up to the stands, Atsumu found you in the sea of people, your lips curved into a radiant smile as you shot him a reassuring thumbs up.

Finding strength in the people around him, Atsumu released a shaky breath before tossing the ball up into the air, jumping after it to launch it into the opponent’s side of the court.

“Can I play?” a tiny voice asked from behind him.

Catching the ball that Osamu had just received, Atsumu turned around and raised a condescending eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning you with disdain and disinterest as you stared back at him with anticipation.

“No way,” he scoffed. “This isn’t a game for scrubs like ya.”

“That’s not very nice,” you replied, a frown now present on your face. “My ma told me that ya should be kind and share with everyone.”

“Yeah? And my ma told me not to talk with strangers,” Atsumu made a shoo-ing motion with his hands, “now go and play in the sandbox with the rest of the scrubs.”

Scrunching your nose in frustration, you stomped off towards the swing set where you had been previously occupying your time. “Jerk…”

Smirking in victory, Atsumu returned to receiving the ball back and forth with Osamu, letting out a gasp of surprise when the ball bounced off of his arm and went flying towards your direction.

“Oi, watch out!” Atsumu shouted to warn you.

Turning around, you quickly surveyed the ball before taking off into a running start. Jumping up into the air, you perfectly spiked the ball back to Atsumu, hitting him in the face as you gracefully landed on your feet.

“Wow,” you drawled out sarcastically with a smirk. “Sorry, my hand slipped.”

Osamu, who had been quiet up until this point, let out an uncontrollable laugh as Atsumu continued to groan on the ground, his face now red from where the volleyball had smacked him.

That was how you met Miya Atsumu.

The classroom was filled with hushed excitement as everyone anxiously waited in their seats for the lunch bell to ring. Today was Valentine’s Day, and all the students were once again ready to celebrate and revel in the traditions of the romantic holiday.

As soon as the bell rang, various female students ran up to Atsumu’s desk, showering him in a variety of wrapped and decorated chocolate confections. Despite only being second years, the Miya twins were the talk of their junior high, as their superior looks and athleticism made them the envy and desire of the student population, whether they wanted to be or not.

Looking over his large pile of gifts, Atsumu glanced at his brother from across the classroom, finding some sort of comfort in how Osamu also seemed to be struggling with his own horde of adoring fans.

“Atsumu-kun, please accept my chocolates.”

“I worked really hard on these, so please accept my feelings, Atsumu-san!”

“Atsumu-kun, are ya going out with anybody right now?”

“Oh, shuddup!” Atsumu snapped as he stood up from his desk, causing everyone to stare at him with surprise and fear. “I just wanna go out and play volleyball, but none of ya will let me leave!”

The girls around Atsumu’s desk quickly shrank back, some shuffling their feet in awkwardness, while others hid behind their friends.

“Yer a real jerk, y’know that?” Osamu sighed, shaking his head at his brother’s lack of tact.

“What did’ja say, ‘Samu? Say it to my face!”

Noticing movement from the door, Atsumu saw the top of your head peeking out from behind the door frame, your body obstructed from view due to the large number of female students standing outside of the classroom.

“Oi, [Y/N],” Atsumu called out, causing you to jump in surprise. “Come play volleyball with me and ‘Samu.”

“Uhh, sure,” you agreed nervously as some of the other girls began to glare at you. “I have something I gotta do first. I’ll see ya out on the field.”

“Sounds good!”

Turning around, you scurried down the hallway and rushed back into your classroom, hiding your box of chocolates away in the depths of your school bag.

Your friend, who sat in the desk behind you, raised an eyebrow at your suspicious behaviour. “I thought ya were gonna go confess to Atsumu-san? Ya said that’cha worked all night on those chocolates.”

“Haha, yeah. I’m chickening out,” you shamefully admitted, rubbing the back of your neck. “He was a little busy…”

“Figures,” your friend scoffed, rolling her eyes at your cowardice.

“Yeah. Good thing I bought those extra store bought chocolates, right?” you chuckled, trying to ease the pain. “Now it won’t be awkward if I only give ‘Samu his chocolates.”

Your friend sighed before shaking her head in pity. “I don’t know why ya fell for that idiot in the first place.”

“Yeah, me too,” you whispered, remembering all of the effort you had put into your chocolates the night before.

At the simple age of fourteen, you experienced your first heartbreak.

It was a tough pill to swallow, but it was the truth. Nobody expected a powerhouse team like Inarizaki to lose in their first match of the Spring High National Tournament, but Karasuno was an incredible team, managing to secure the victory after a tremendous three set game.

Days following the tournament, a sombre atmosphere could still be felt lingering in the halls of Inarizaki High. The third year volleyball club members were now retired, turning to focus their attention on studying and entrance exams instead. They would still occasionally show up to practice and mentor their first and second years, but it was clear that their time in their beloved club was over. Everyone was heartbroken, but no one was more upset about the team’s loss than one blond setter.

“Hey,” you greeted Osamu as he opened the front door. “How are ya holdin’ up?”

“Fine,” Osamu replied with a shrug. “Definitely a lot better than ‘Tsumu.”

You nodded solemnly, entering the quiet house and exchanging your outdoor shoes for a pair of house slippers. “Are yer parents not home?”

“Visiting family,” Osamu answered plainly, tearing open a bag of chips to snack on them. “Want some?”

Shaking your head, you politely declined his offer. After a moment of silence, you shuffled your feet and glanced up the staircase. “I’m gonna go check up on him.”

As you began to climb the stairs, Osamu called out your name, making you turn back to look at him. “Thanks. For being there when I can’t.”

You smiled, nodding to Osamu before letting your feet carry you through the familiar hallways of the Miya household. Soon, you reached your destination, stopping right in front of the twins’ bedroom door.

Gently knocking on the door, you alerted Atsumu of your presence. “‘Tsumu? It’s me. I’m coming in, okay?”

Hearing a grunt of acknowledgement, you entered the room before softly closing the door behind you. Shaking your head, you sighed at all of the clothes and manga books messily strewn about the room. Typical teenage boys.

There, securely wrapped in his blanket from head to toe, Atsumu lay on his bed, his back facing towards you as he stared off at the wall in complete silence.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, taking a seat next to him on the bed. “‘Samu says that yer not holdin’ up too well. Are ya okay?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Atsumu mumbled, his nose stuffy and voice grating as if he had been previously crying.

“It’s okay if ya don’t want to talk about it,” you conceded, bringing a hand up to brush through Atsumu’s messy blond locks.

After a few minutes of silence, sniffles could be heard echoing throughout the room as Atsumu tried his best to muffle his cries into his pillow. With a melancholic smile, you continued to rake your fingers through Atsumu’s hair, staring out at the window to bask in the glow of the setting sun.

“Everything will be okay, ‘Tsumu,” you gently whispered. “You’ll be okay…”

Outside of the room, Osamu smiled as he heard your comforting words to Atsumu. He felt content knowing that the blond would be just fine now that you were here.

“Ahhh, I can’t believe we’re done!” you shouted in excitement, your eyes gleaming as you admired the piece of paper you had sacrificed three years of your life to obtain.

“Yer so loud,” Osamu grimaced as he stood to your left. Though, he also broke out into a smile once he saw how the happy expression on your face never wavered.

Graduation was both a joyous and scary occasion, as students now set off on their own paths towards an undecided future. Although nothing was certain, you weren’t scared. You were ready to take on whatever life threw at you.

“Hey, Osamu, come take a picture with us!” a couple of guys from the baseball club requested, shaking their phones for emphasis.

Shrugging his shoulders, Osamu left your side as you waited for Atsumu to finish his conversation with a couple of his female fans.

After snapping a quick photo with them, Atsumu waved his fans goodbye and walked over to stand next to you underneath one of the school’s cherry blossom trees.

“God, they’re so annoying. ‘Miya-san, yer so cool. We’re gonna miss ya so much!’” Atsumu poorly imitated, his voice rising to an absurdly high pitch in an effort to mimic their voices.

“Yer awful!” you laughed, shoving his shoulder once he was within arm’s reach.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know,” he smirked before glancing around. “Where’s ‘Samu?”

“Pictures,” you said, pointing to Osamu and a group of boys off in the distance.

“Ughhhh,” Astumu groaned, glaring at his brother with impatience.

As the two of you waited for Osamu to be done, a comfortable silence enveloped you and Atsumu. The hushed chatter of other students could be still heard as they all ran around, saying goodbye to one another and wishing each other good luck for the future. You looked up to the sky and smiled, admiring how the cherry blossoms danced with the gentle breeze of spring.

“I’ve been in love with ya since junior high, did’ja y’know that?” you asked, grinning once you saw the look of absolute shock painted on Atsumu’s handsome face.

“W-what-” Atsumu sputtered, not knowing what to say in response to your confession.

“Calm down, ya look like yer gonna choke or something,” you chuckled.

“Why are ya telling me this now?” Atsumu asked seriously, staring at you with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

Shrugging your shoulders, you answered Atsumu’s question. “Why not? It doesn’t change anything. Yer still gonna be moving to Osaka to try out for the MSBY Black Jackals, ‘Samu’s gonna be studying here, and I’m heading off to Tokyo. I just wanted to get this off my chest after all these years.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Atsumu reluctantly looked away, “I don’t feel the same way about you.”

“I know,” you said as you took a hold of his hand, ignoring how he seemed to flinch at your touch. “A part of me kinda hoped that you’d return my feelings and move with me to Tokyo, but that’s just a far-fetched dream. Besides, I’d never want to make you choose between me and volleyball.”

“[Y/N], I’m sorry-”

“Will you stop it!” you playfully snapped, rolling your eyes at the Miya Atsumu’s sudden shyness. “It’s fine. I’ve come to terms with my feelings a long time ago. No matter what, at the end of the day, I’ll still love both you and ‘Samu all the same.”

Hearing your parents call out your name, you turned to where they stood as they signalled for you to meet them at the car parked a couple of blocks down the street.

“Okay!” you confirmed as you waved to them. Turning back to Atsumu, you planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, surprising him as you shot him one last smile. “Goodbye for now, ‘Tsumu. I’ll see ya when I see ya.”

Atsumu could do nothing but stare as you ran off towards Osamu, interrupting the photo-taking as you hugged the ex-wing spiker before kissing him on the cheek and bidding him your farewells. The other guys around Osamu all whistled and hollered, but he just rolled his eyes at their lighthearted teasing.

Returning your hug, Osamu kissed the top of your head, saying his goodbyes to you as well before whispering something only you could hear. Both of your eyes drifted to Atsumu before you nodded your head and separated from the grey haired Miya. Waving to Osamu and Atsumu one last time, you ran off to catch up with your parents.

As Atsumu watched you leave, the blond clenched his fist tightly around his shirt, right where his heart would be. An indescribable feeling began to settle in his chest, and he couldn’t help but feel as if he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn’t chase after you.

Nevertheless, Atsumu’s feet remained firmly planted on the ground.

“Miya-san, you are one of the rising stars in the world of volleyball right now. Looking at your career up until this point, I can easily understand why so many new players see you as a figure of inspiration,” the interviewer complimented, a professional and polite smile on her face as she held up her microphone. “Tell me, is there anyone that inspires you to work hard and continue to do your best?”

“That’s a tough question,” Atsumu replied, sending the interviewer and camera a charismatic smile. “Well, if I had to choose…”

Looking back on his life, the first person that came to Atsumu’s mind was you. Like a lantern shining in the darkest of nights, your smiling face was the first one to appear in the setter’s head.

Suddenly, memories of you all came flooding back to him, especially that one fateful day underneath the cherry blossom tree where you had confessed your feelings to him.

“Uh, Miya-san?” the interviewer asked, snapping him out of his daze. “Are you all right?”

“Um, yeah, sorry. It’s been a long day,” he chuckled, earning a laugh from the interviewer as well. “Sorry, what was the question again?”

The interviewer only smiled as she repeated her question.

“Yer going on a date?!” Atsumu screeched, pulling at his hair as if he had just heard the worst news ever. He was currently on a Facetime call with you and Osamu, with your phone aimed towards your closet as you shifted through and appraised different outfits with the twins.

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I said,” you confirmed, rolling your eyes at blond’s overreaction. “Now, which shirt looks better, the yellow one or the white one.”

“I personally like the white one,” Osamu replied, quickly glancing up from his laptop before resuming his essay.

“Since when? With who?” Atsumu interrogated, glaring suspiciously at you through the phone screen.

“A guy from my Intro to Biology class. He seems really nice, so I accepted his offer,” you explained with exasperation. “It’s just coffee, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just coffee?!” the blond asked hysterically. “This is Tokyo we��re talking about! We all know how sketchy those city boys are!”

“‘Tsumu, it’s just one date,” you sighed, no longer having the energy to deal with him. “Listen, if it goes poorly, I’ll block his number and never interact with him ever again. Deal?”

“Fine,” Atsumu relented, grumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite pick up. “But call me or ‘Samu as soon as you get home! If I don’t hear from ya by the end of the night, I’m going to Tokyo myself!”

“I’ll be fine, ‘Tsumu,” you chuckled before glancing at the time. “Okay, I gotta go. We’re meeting up soon. See ya, guys!”

“Bye.” “Be safe!”

Hanging up the call, Atsumu let his head fall back onto the couch, his fists shaking with frustration. He didn’t like you, at least not in that way. So why did he feel jealousy and disappointment burning away at his chest when you had announced to him and Osamu that you were going on a date?

Thinking back to graduation day, Atsumu couldn’t help but wonder if he truly did feel nothing for you back then. In any case, he couldn’t deny that the thought of you now stirred up something within his heart.

He hated himself for it, but he hoped that your date was a total disaster. That he’d be there to comfort you and rekindle whatever feelings you had for him back in high school.

Unfortunately, Atsumu never got his chance.

As the ball flew through the air, the opponent’s libero made a desperate dive to reach it. Unfortunately, his efforts were not enough, as the ball landed just out of his arm’s reach, so close, yet so far away from being stopped.

The whistle sounded, declaring the end of the game as the crowd erupted into both cheers of happiness and groans of disappointment. Atsumu’s teammates all ran up to quickly hug him, with Hinata and Bokuto being the first ones to reach the tired setter. Sakusa looked at the three of them with disgust, but he still sent Atsumu a small smile, telling him that he did good.

Atsumu laughed as Bokuto kept slapping him on the back, while Hinata congratulated him for his amazing serve. Looking up to the stands one more time, Atsumu chuckled as you sent him a beautiful smile and an enthusiastic wave of both hands, the shine of your wedding band reflecting off of the stadium lights.

“Y-yer gettin’ married?”

“Yeah! Isn’t this great, ‘Tsumu?”

“Y-yeah! This is wonderful, [Y/N]. I wish ya nothing but all the happiness in the world…”

Turning to your husband beside you, you began to excitedly talk about all the amazing players and the various highlights of the game. Your husband must have said something funny because you started to laugh, kissing him on his cheek before leaning into his chest with a hug.

Atsumu turned away from the happy couple, half-listening to the praises of his teammates. He had never once regretted his decision in pursuing volleyball, but he couldn’t help but think back to that fateful spring day.

If he had accepted your feelings back then, would he be the one that you were hugging right now? The one that got to see your dazzling smile and hear the twinkle of your laughter every morning?

Atsumu loved volleyball, but he also loved you.

He was just too late in realizing this fact.

fun fact: osamu was originally going to end up with [y/n], but i liked the idea of them remaining as friends a lot better. [y/n]’s husband is a canon haikyuu character, so if anyone can guess who he is, i’ll write you a request

EDIT: an anon has correctly guessed that it was konoha

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu scenarios #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu spoilers

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liibrii · 3 years

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Ojiro Aran x Reader

Part 2 of this scribble

Genre: angsty with a happy ending

Warnings: Inarizaki shares 1 brain cell and the manager is using it 24/7 ; some cursing

A/N: after that first part I felt really bad for breaking reader's heart so here we go.

For the remaining days of the training camp Aran can't look you in the eyes. Somehow that hurts more than his rejection. Your heart lays in shards and pieces yet that doesn't sting nearly as much as the awkward glances and silence and the careful tip-toeing he does when you're around. You try your best to act as if nothing happened. Hiding behind laughter and smiles is so easy nobody on the team notices you're heartbroken.

It all changes once you return home. Your room is so silent when you hide under covers and hug your favourite plushy. Your throat itches and every breath hurts. It's just a stupid crush, you keep telling yourself, just a crush that will fade away. Yet in that moment it doesn't hurt any less. You burry your face in the pillow to muffle your sobs.

Before the summer break started you made plans with other third years to meet at Kita's and watch the stars. Hours before you were supposed to meet you come up with an excuse and stay home. You aren't sure you could handle Aran's presence without bursting into tears.

You shudder at the though of the coming weekly practices. If only you had put more effort in finding another manager. Quiting the club would be so simple then.

Summer practices were the ideal time for mischief. With no homework so much time was left to freely ponder how best to rig the vending machine. At turn you saw a prank practically begging to be pulled. Watermelon dowsed in chilli oil, some salt in a water bottle, volleyball covered with slime that could easily be blamed on sweaty hands, ah the opportunities really were endless. It was the time when your talents shone the brightest.

At least they did in previous years. Now you just want to reorganize the storage and return home as soon as possible.

“Are ya feelin' okay?“ asks Kita after helping you move some very heavy boxes.

Your heart drops. Has he noticed you've barely been holding back tears? “What do you mean?“

“You've been behavin' these last weeks.“

Ah. His reasoning catches you by complete surprise. Part of you wants to laugh, part of you wants to smack him. A part of you is disappointed he hadn't noticed you really need a shoulder to cry on. “Such observational skills Shinsuke, no wonder coach picked you to be the captain.“

“Did somethin' happen between you and-“

“Nothing happened.“

He knows you're lying. The light pat on the head he gives you tells he sees the hurt you've been so thoroughly concealing. Your throat starts itching again and tears threaten to spill before you bite your lip, too stubborn to let them fall.

You take a moment to compose yourself before returning to the gym, glad Aran is nowhere to be seen. Some of your boys are gathered by the bench and you hear the twins arguing. At first you don't care, after all it's a normal occurence. Your curiousity is only sparked once you hear the mention of your name.

“What are they fighting about this time?“ you ask Omimi when you come closer.

Immediate silence falls on the group as they all look at you. Great, what did you do this time?

Atsumu grabs the letter laying on the bench and hands it to you. Your heart drops. You don't have to read it to know what it is.

Your name on the envelope is written so big it's impossible to overlook and it's sealed with a glittery heart sticker.

“Open it, open it,“ urges the blonde and Osamu immediately berates him to leave you be.

You wonder who it could be from. Or maybe you don't want to know. It doesn't fill you with any kind of giddines or anticipation, just with slight nausea accompanied by shaking hands.

You hear a fight erupt behind you.

“Senpai, should we stop them?“ Ginjima points at twins rolling on the ground. You shrug, not really caring what they are up to.

“They could get hurt,“ says Omimi.

“Don't worry Omiren they have no brain so there won't be any permanent damage.“

You stuff the letter in the pocket of your jacket. The tears you've been trying so hard to hold back start running down your cheek and you hurry away before boys could notice.

The letter lies unopened on your bed. You've been contemplating throwing it away on the way home but decided against it. It would be too harsh, throwing someone's feelings away without even considering them. You remove the glittery heart sticker and read the paper inside.

Dear y/n,

you're truly amazin'. Everytime I see ya my day becomes better-

You stop reading. Not because you wouldn't care, but because you recognize the handwriting.

The plan was genius. Bulletproof. Absolutely fantastic without any loopholes and no way of anything possibly going wrong in any way.

All Twins needed to do is make Aran believe someone else is competing for your heart. Stoke his jealousy till it becomes stronger than his utter embarassement over having completely misunderstood your confession.

Only they had no idea you knew the handwriting of everyone on the team in case you ever needed to forge their signature.

Moments after reading the love letter you decide to talk to Osamu the coming day. What point would there be in playing with him? You weren't looking forward to the conversation in the slightest still, better let him down gently as soon as possible.

You try to get him outside after practice ends but his brother doesn't seem pleased only one of them is having your attentin. You grab Osamu's arm, ready to drag him away. “Sorry but we gotta speak in private.“

He doesn't even flinch under your tries to move him. “'Bout what?“

You don't want to do it, but if he refuses to move you had no other choice. You pull out the love letter and watch as all the colour drains from his face. “This.“

“Why would 'Samu know anythin' bout that?“ interferes Atsumu waving frantically and as if that didn't already raise your suspicions he continues to blabber on and on till Osamu stops him.

“Stop Tsumu. We've been found out.“

After they explain their genious plan you need a moment to grasp what is happening. “Okay. Let me get this straight. You thought making Aran jealous would make him confess?“ They nod. “Right. How does me thinking Osamu's got a crush on me help?“

“Yer weren't supposed to know who wrote the letter,“ mummbles Osamu.

“Samu sweetie, you have the most memorable handwriting I've ever seen. By that I mean unreadable. And you used the wrong kanji here, by the way.“

God, when did your boys become such idiots?

“We're sorry.“

If you weren't feeling so many emotions at once you'd find their crushed faces hilarious. Instead you sigh. You're exhausted. And in a need of ice-cream, preferably with some cookies on the side. “Right. Let's never mention this again.“

“Then Aran-san and ya-“

“Aran doesn't like me, alright? It's fine, I'll get over it. Now get your asses back to practice!“

“I never said I didn't like you,“ says a familiar voice from behind your back.

The faces twins make while backing away to leave you alone with Aran make you wish you'd disappear into thin air. It takes all the strength you have to turn. It's the first time in your life you aren't happy to see him. You stand in silence, avoiding his gaze and condidering running away. Aran speaks up before you can act.

“Sorry for avoidin' ya. I've been meanin' to talk with ya but couldn't think of what to say.“ He fidgetes with a rose in his hands. “I'm sorry.“

“Why?“ you weakly ask, unsure if you want to hear the answer.

“When you... confessed. I thought it was a prank. And I never let you explain cause I got scared. I like ya, y/n. But I could never tell if you were messin' around with yer flirtin' or I was just readin' too much into it.“

“Why would I mess around?“

“Well... I never thought you'd actually be interested in me... I mean yer so amazin' ya know. It's no wonder ya have secret admireres. Ya keep track of everythin' the team needs, yer always cheerin' me up when I need it the most.“ His shoulders slump as he utters his next words. “I never believed ya could be in love with someone as borin' as me. I just want ya to know I do like you. More as a friend. Though ya deserve someone better.“

Aran is confessing to you. He is proclaiming his love for you, holding a rose, looking like the prince charming straight out of your dreams. And yet your annoyance grows with every word that comes out of his mouth.

“Excuse me?“ you interrupt. “What the hell do you mean I deserve someone better?“

Your words take him aback. He tries to mummble his way out of this particular pickle but you're having none of it.

“Gosh Aran you can be real impossible sometimes! First of all, how dare youeven think I would ask you out as a joke?! Is that how low of an opinion you have about me?! We're friends for fucks' sake you know me better than that! Second of all, why on earth can't you see I've been head over hills in love with you since we were first years?! And I swear, if I have to hear one more oh I'm nothin' special, I'll throw some hands, you hear me?! You are amazing! The best possible friend one could ask for, you have the patience of a saint, you're fun to be around, and so much more! What do I have to do to get this to stick in your head?! Use super-glue?! I don't want anyone else! I want you.“

Aran looks completely shocked as tears form in his eyes.

Oh no. Now you've done it.

“Please don't cry cause then I'l cry and this will get even more embarassing.“

He chuckles. “Sorry y/n.“ He takes your hand in his. “I really, really want to be your boyfriend.“

You're the one trying not to sob now. Ah, how the tables have turned, you think and nod. You can hear cheering somewhere in the distance but you couldn't care less. You grab Aran’s jacket and pull him down, crashing his lips to yours. They're soft and warm and you don't want to part from him, ever. He hugs you and you're glad he's holding you so close because right now you couldn't stand on your own. When you part he presses a kiss to your nose and then forehead.

“I love you,“ he whispers.

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joeyglowy · 4 years

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Can i request a scenario where Atsumu’s girlfriend feels lonely because he barely had time for her so he dedicates his weekend to her

No worries! Realistically, as much as I’d like Atsumu to dedicate an entire weekend, he’d still give a good portion of it to volleyball cause that’s just how he is. In any case, I still hope you enjoy the scenario I did, that explored the ‘lonely’ part and ‘spending time together’ part in equal portions.

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

WHAT I’M HERE FOR.

Although dating Atsumu was certainly a thrilling endeavour, it also happened to be a rather lonely one.

Miya Atsumu was something akin to the illustrious ‘Forbidden Fruit.’

He was a scorching red that disrupted the serenity and tranquillity of the garden. He was a pulsating, bleeding crimson heart that tantalised you from afar. He was alluring and he knew it. He burned everyone that he touched and yet he’d draw them in all the same. He was searing, he was like scalding water. If you got too close, not only would he evade you but he’d manage to singe you in the process.

Being with him was like a lucid dream.

He was elusive, too elusive.

A relationship with him was not quite the romantic comedy you had asked for. Being second to volleyball is something that was both bitter on the tongue yet mesmerising on the eyes. Atsumu’s passion, however scorching, never failed to ignite something that was reminiscent to childish glee inside of you. He brought it out of everyone. From his opponents, his teammates, the crowd, it didn’t matter, but Atsumu was what they meant when they say:

You can’t look away.

Finishing your club activities, you looked longingly at the gym and sighed as you offered a small smile to your friends who were waiting up ahead. Inarizaki was a prestigious school, one that took great pride in their sporting, particularly well known for their volleyball team. As such, their practice always extended until the skies were coloured with purple sunsets and stars.

[5:32 PM]

hey~ you free to hang out this weekend tsumu? theres a festival nearby which might be fun to go to!

[5:40 PM]

sorry babe

captains makin all the practices longer cause of nationals

- 3 -

dunno if ill be able to

[5:42 PM]

all g! you better do well then, if you get knocked out of the first round of nationals I’ll kill you

[5:45 PM]

come on babe, its me we’re talkin bout here~

;))))

breaks bout to end so ill text ya later

thnx for bein chill babe~

You couldn’t help but sigh as you let your phone fall from your vision to your side before roughly shoving it into the depths of your pockets. Your group of friends eyed you warily.

“[Name]-chan, if he never spends that much time with you, is there really a point being with him?”

It was a question your friends often asked. Never out of malice, but always out of genuine curiosity and concern whenever they see you look at your phone solemnly. Unfortunately, you’ve asked yourself that question a few times too.

It was almost unbearable, like being put on a diet. He was the taste of all chocolates, candies and lollipops that you’d snack on but was always hidden away, as if his enjoyment was a ‘one time’ thing per week. You hated the fact that it felt like your relationship was just like those candies, stowed away on the top shelf, only to come whenever he felt like it. He was tumultuous and exciting but he left you feeling cold for he always went away too soon.

It’s not as if you didn’t get it. He loved volleyball, it was his passion, it was his world and that was completely okay. You knew all that and yet… it always felt as if you clung onto the relationship a bit tighter than he did.

Even so, you had always answered that question with a shaky, but determined ‘yes.’

“I don’t really know. Nationals are coming up though so it’s natural that he’d be extra busy, he’s practicing hard so, I really can’t blame him for that, you know?”

Now, you weren’t so sure.

You smiled through the cracks on your teeth as you all continued on your way.

~*~

“Ouch.”

“ACK–!”

Atsumu choked out a strangled scream as his bottle flew out of his hands before he eventually caught it in a hurried motion saving it from plummeting to the ground, turning to give his most withering glare he could muster to the source of his near death experience before deadpanning to find an identical deadpan boring into him. Osamu, being completely immune to Atsumu’s glares only shrugged nonchalantly as he made a gesture to fill his own bottle by the taps before glancing casually up at his fuming brother.

“That sure doesn’t sound too good ta me ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu had gone to fill his bottle at the drink taps just outside the gym but he had stumbled on the conversation you had been having with your friends by accident. Osamu had apparently followed and thought it was necessary to almost completely blow his cover by nearly shocking him into a seizure. Atsumu’s scowl deepened in spite of the guilt and concern gnawing his mind as he harrumphed angrily.

“It’s none of ya damn business ‘Samu!” he retorted stubbornly, looking away so that his brother couldn’t see the distress on his face.

Osamu snorted. Even if he couldn’t see his brother’s face, he (unfortunately) had sixteen years of experience to document Atsumu’s irrational behaviours and idiosyncrasies tucked away in a rather large folder in his mind. Osamu’s not too happy about that folder occupying as large of a space as it did but he definitely didn’t want to see it get bigger by adding a ‘heartbroken ‘tsumu’ subheading.

“If I were you bro, I’d do something about it. Last thing I want is ta deal with yer crying ass and ya eating my pudding to ease ya through the inevitable break up.”

Atsumu stilled at that word: ‘breakup.’

He didn’t think that you guys were broken, nor did it feel as if you guys were losing your feelings. Atsumu was a man of the highest calibre. He never half-assed anything and he held the same standard for everyone he was acquainted with. It was often the decider if people hated or liked him.

For you, it was a decider that you loved him. He was sure of it.

Atsumu furrowed his brows in determination. He was a man that pushed things to the limits and he most certainly did not settle for mediocrity. Whatever it is, he was going to make sure you’d both get through it.

“Fuck you ‘Samu, ya can keep yer damn pudding, just watch, I’ll—‘SAMU!”

As per usual, Osamu had left Atsumu in the middle of his epiphany. Seriously, who does that bastard think he is!?

~*~

Since you had nothing better to do, you decided to get a start on studying on the Saturday, not that you were too happy about having to spend another weekend alone.

Your solitude, however, was sourly interrupted by rapid banging on your door. Aggravated to have your rare ounce of motivation disrupted, you flung open the door with a bit more force than necessary only to be met with your boyfriend, still sweaty from practice.

“[Name]-chan!? What’re ya doing, hurry up and get ready, we have a festival to catch don’t we?” Atsumu gasped out, perhaps on a small adrenaline high after practice. You were a little taken back by his enthusiasm before you narrowed your eyes.

“I thought you couldn’t make it? You can’t just come here expecting me to hang out with you just because you’re suddenly up for it ‘Tsumu,” you say slowly, wincing to hear your words come out a little more scathing than what you’re used to. It’s not as if you had anything planned for the day but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that he’d act as if he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Atsumu’s eyes flashed momentarily with guilt and he chewed the inside of his cheek before he ducked his head, looking up at you with his burning caramel eyes. “I know but, couldya give me a chance to make it up ta ya? Please [Name]-chan~” he whined pathetically, dramatically clapping his hands in front of his face as he screwed his eyes shut, pouting. You sighed, not finding the heart to ever deny him, you swore you would one day build up immunity to his puppy pouts.

“Fine, fine, just let me get dressed properly.”

His eyes suddenly snapped open, lighting up with a friendly suggestion on the tip of his tongue—

“Alone asshole.”

He grimaced to have the door slammed in his face… yeah, he probably deserved that.

~*~

“Oh my god, ‘Tsumu, you have to get me that jumbo fox plushy!”

Atsumu couldn’t hide his grin for a moment to see the way your eyes lit up at all the decorations than hung overhead on wires or ornaments on stalls as you cooed and awed at all the different ones. He realised it had been way too long since he got to see you get so excited like this, to see your eyes shimmer like diamonds and your smile crystallise like stalactites. Even if there were lights illuminating the area, he was certain that you had to be the one powering all of them.

“Eh~? Aren’tcha a little too old for plushies?” he teased gently, murmuring in a soft voice that was reserved just for your ears.

You waved him off dismissively, your eyes drawn to the golden fox that reminded you a little too much of your own cunning boyfriend. “Nonsense, you can never be too old for cute things. Besides, you’re a brat and yet I’m still dating you, aren’t I?”

Atsumu’s frowned, adamantly squawking, “I am not a brat you–” he broke himself off for a moment before his lips curled into a sleazy Cheshire grin. “Oh? So you think I’m cute, do you?”

You deadpanned, unamused. “Well you’re not good for much else other than volleyball or being an asshole, are you?”

Atsumu winced, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest childishly, resisting the urge to further prove your point by puffing out his cheeks. “Mean! Yer so mean [Name]-chan! I finally take you out and this is the thanks I get!? Why am I even dating ya anyway!?”

The words had tactlessly slipped out in a fit of momentum and for a moment, he stiffened, like he wanted to take it back upon realising that the reason why he had done this is because your very relationship was on the brink. He suddenly stumbled over his words, getting flustered as he tried to find the best way to reword it. You blinked curiously, mulling over what could have spurred such a reaction. Briefly, you wondered if he had heard you when you were with your friends… that he had somehow known of your doubts.

“I mean, course I know why I like ya! Yer–!”

You patiently listened to Atsumu as he listed all the little things you do, all the little trivial stuff that you never even noticed about yourself to you. In less than eloquent words, he admired how assertive you were with him, how you always spoke your mind and lately you hadn’t been doing that. He was clearly growing more and more embarrassed at the sheer honesty of it all and with each stumble he made that fractured his swollen pride, it was like he put a Band-Aid on the doubts in your mind.

You suddenly brought his neck down and he lurched before his forehead was pressed to yours as you kissed the corner of his mouth, immediately putting a halt to his rather humiliating spiel of emotions.

“You’re really not good at this whole, emotional honesty thing, are you? No wonder I had to confess first.” You snickered to yourself and Atsumu cringed in chagrin, ready to rebut as his cheeks flared red before you smiled adoringly at him. “Thank you for that and for today ‘Tsumu. I’m sorry that you somehow had to figure out I was having doubts rather than me just being up front about it. But, I love you ‘Tsumu, I really do.”

You grinned, your nose brushing against his as the two of you stood in the middle of the path. People were probably staring at you but neither of you particularly cared as you beamed at him, watching his ears turn a shade darker.

“This, you, are exactly what I signed up for when I asked you out. I love your passion for volleyball, I find it hilarious that you can be an absolute dick to everyone but you can’t even properly admit to yourself when you’re genuinely moved. You’re a bit of an idiot and all asshole, but that’s exactly what I’m here for. But, please don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I say I want to see you more. I mean, that’s what relationships are for, to get laid and feel the good stuff you know.”

Atsumu had been stunned into silence, the way his scrutinising eyes laid you bare made you flush but you held your ground confidently. “Heh,” he let out, albeit breathless and trying to cover up his own mortification as he narrowed his eyes playfully. “I thought ‘getting laid’ and ‘feeling the good stuff’ were the same thing.” He laughed when you playfully smacked his chest and although the grin he sported was of the devilish variety, the warmth he held in his smouldering golden eyes was more than enough to express how touched he really was.

“Well,” he growled under his breath as his lips hovered above your ear, drawing you in close by slithering his arms around your waist. “I’d be more than happy ta listen ta any request ya have if ya put it like that.”

He suddenly felt the warmth by his neck stolen away as you slipped out of his hold by bobbing down, his teeth clamping on thin air as he whined to see you duck away from his hold with a sneaky grin.

“You still owe me dunderhead. I want that fox.”

“But ya already got a fox right ‘ere!”

“Hmm, I think I’ve forgotten what makes you the number one setter in the high school prefectures, I think I need a reminder~”

“NOW YER ASKIN’ FOR IT–!”

Even if the two of you were a little embarrassed to openly discuss your feelings all the time, which, more often than not, was disguised under bouts of bickering and teasing, if there’s one thing the two of you knew very well:

You both knew exactly what you were here for…

To get laid and feel the good stuff obviously.

(And to be with each other you supposed)

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Chapter 10

Mafia boss! Kita Shinsuke x Spy! F! Reader

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You never thought a broken heart would be such a pain to deal with, you now know not to judge heartbroken people because, as it turns out, it’s much harder to function normally when your gut would stir whenever someone mentions Kita’s name or if he’s in your vicinity. The once fluttery feeling you seek now just replaced with dread.

If you say you’ve been subtly avoiding Kita, you’d be lying to yourself and everyone in the room. It’s obvious with how you’re unable to stay in one room with him for too long or how you would cut the time spent to discuss things with him as short as you possibly can. You’d like to think Kita doesn’t mind it, but that asshole seems to be calling you over to him much more than usual, or maybe that’s just the effect of a broken heart, you don’t know.

You’ve been spending your time with the other core members instead of alone, going to Suna, the twins, and Ginjima whenever you needed a good laugh and Akagi, Aran, and Oomimi whenever you just need some time to unwind and relax. You would usually go to the former group though since the latter would usually hang around Kita.

You don’t think you’d go as far as abuse a mission for your own personal gain, it’s just not in your moral code to do so, but lately, that doesn’t sound too bad as you continue to think about it while doing other jobs.

“[Name], oi! Have ya been listenin’ or what?” Atsumu calls, snapping you out of your train of thoughts.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You answer shortly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Give ‘er a break ‘Tsumu, she has a lot on ‘er mind as is.” Osamu retorts, barely understandable with his mouth full of bread.

“I don’t think I’m in a place to tell ya this, but yer performance has been really affected lately, are ya sure ya don’t need a break?” Ginjima asks, biting down on a french fry.

“Maybe I do, but where am I even supposed to go? My contract is to stay here unless I have permission to go out.” You answer, focusing your attention on your lukewarm tea.

“Damn, no chance of breaking your end huh?” Suna asks, ignoring Atsumu’s exasperated grumbles.

“If I break it, I probably have to do things I’d rather not do.” You sigh, placing your cheek on your hand. “Maybe I’ll ask for a vacation or something, I don’t know.”

“It’d probably better for ya, yeah.” Osamu agrees.

Your conversation is cut short when Akagi barges in with Aran in tow, perking up when he sees you. “[Name]-chan! There ya are!” Akagi says.

“Akagi, Ojiro, is something the matter?” You ask, turning in your seat.

“Shinsuke needs ya for a meetin’, bring the file on Ito Souta as well.” Aran answers, pointing behind him. “Hurry, meetin’s about to start.”

“Fucking hell.” You mutter under your breath as you slowly standing up from your seat. “Well, I’ll see you guys later.”

A hand grabs your wrist before you even have the chance to go far, seeing Suna’s hand around your wrist, yet everyone’s eyes are looking at you filled with concern. “Are ya sure ya’ll be okay?” Osamu asks.

“I will, don’t worry. I’ll be distracted with the job to even think about it, won’t I?” You answer, giving them a reassuring smile.

You follow Akagi and Aran out of the kitchen, stopping by your room to get the documents, prolonging the retrieval as you try to collect your wits in preparation to face Kita. Sure, you told them not to worry, but the pit in your stomach is nagging you to turn around and force yourself under the table to avoid this meeting.

Once you walk out of the room, Aran and Akagi are looking at you with even more concern, probably from the time you took just to get a file. “Are ya sure ya’ll be okay? I mean, everythin’ ye’re goin’ through is new after all.” Aran asks, making sure.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’d be a good idea for ya to attend if ye’re not feelin’ too well, physically and mentally.” Akagi adds.

“I’m fine, I swear. It’d be like nothing is wrong once I get there.” You answer, walking ahead of them. “I won’t let my feelings get in the way of the job.”

“Tell that to the jobs ya had before this one.” Aran mutters.

“I finished those, didn’t I?”

Aran sighs as the three of you make your way to the meeting room, considerably slow as you try to perfect your poker face and collect your composure. Sure, your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage and the weight in your stomach is exceptionally heavy, but you trudge on until you stop in front of the room you first saw in this building, the one you were interrogated in when you got caught.

You take a deep breath and push the door to the side, revealing mostly women in the room. Amidst the people in the meeting is Tominaga, seated closer to the front where Kita stands.

You bow your head in greeting and walk over to the front, standing next to Kita with a distance between you two and the documents in hand. “Alright, now that everyone’s here let’s begin the meetin’. [Name], if ya would.” Kita says.

You nod and open the document, blinking before reading its contents. “Our target this time is Ito Souta, son of Ito Fuji, 28 years old living in Higashikagura, Hokkaido. His father loaned a huge sum of money from us a year and a half ago and has fled from Japan, currently settling in London. Souta’s fiancée left him two days ago, and he’s currently working shifts in bars, minimarkets, and restaurants to get by.”

“We’re usin’ ‘im as leverage. If Ito Fuji doesn’t pay up by this day in four months, we have no choice but to take his son’s life in place of the money.” Kita continues, ending your report. “I called y’all here ‘cause I believe y’all are best suited for this job, we just need to discuss who actually goes to Hokkaido for up to four months.”

A few members quickly backed away from the offer, stating their reasons and apologising profusely. You don’t pay them much attention, instead being drawn to the fact the job is going to take up to four months. That sounds like the vacation you oh so desperately need, well, maybe not vacation, more like a reason to avoid Kita to collect your thoughts.

“Seein’ the only ones that’ll be available are my most trusted assassins, Tomi—”

“I’ll go.” You blurt out, cutting Kita off.

“What? [Name] did’ja say ya’ll go?” Kita asks, dumbfounded at your sudden interruption.

“Yes, please let me do this mission.” You answer, gripping the documents and willing yourself to look Kita in the eyes.

“Did’ja not hear me? This mission will take up to four months. Ye’re stayin’ here.” He says, glaring at you.

“I did hear you, Kita-san, and yes, I know it will take four months, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to go.” You shoot back, glaring back at Kita, not affected by his glare as you try to hold your ground.

“I ain’t lettin’ ya. Ye’re not suited for this job anyway ‘cause it requires experience in makin’ actual connections, get intimate with him to get details, especially when it’s close to the time to kill ‘im. So, ye’re stayin’ here and Tominaga will go instead. This is final.” Kita says, turning back to face the table.

“Bullshit, the man just got dumped by his fiancée, what he needs is not sex or intimate relationships, Kita-san. When a man that whipped just had his heart broken, he wouldn’t even bat an eye at her.” You argue, crossing your arms. “If I have to argue with you day and night and in front of a crowd just to go on this mission, I will. And no, your ‘this is final’ isn’t going to work on me.”

“Why’re ya bein’ so stubborn?”

“My reasons are none of your concern, what, are you afraid of me betraying you? As much as I hate to admit it, I’d rather drop dead than work for my old man again, so that’s my guarantee for you.”

“I’m still not lettin’ ya go and if ya insist on goin’, I’m gonna take it as ya breakin’ yer end of yer contract.”

You bite your lip and dig your fingers into your palm, feeling the pain grounding you from putting a show of screaming your feelings out. “Then so be it. I’m going on this mission and not even the contract can stop me.” You hiss, furrowing your eyebrows.

You heave a heavy sigh and head for the door, tension running high in the room. “You don’t need to do anything. I’m going to do it all by myself, so just sit your pretty little ass down and don’t disturb me.” You state before exiting the room, closing the door roughly.

Aran stops you not too far from the room, holding your shoulders tightly as to stop you from going anywhere. “The fuck was that all about?” Akagi asks, looking at you like you had just decided to decapitate Kita then and there.

“I saw a chance and I had to grab it.” You answer, crossing your arms across your chest. “It may seem stupid for you, but I’m extremely desperate here, this is my only way out.”

“Yeah, but ya coulda spoken to him in private!” Aran whisper-yells.

“I would’ve combusted if I had to be in a room alone with him, I’m at my wits end, I need to get away from him, fast.” You argue, shaking your shoulders to free yourself. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to search for an apartment and tickets to Hokkaido.” You say before striding away to your room.

That night, as you’re searching for apartments to rent for the duration of your mission, you can’t help but feel like you’ve let your emotions run loose once more. You groan and bury your head in your arms, you seriously want to curse yourself for losing composure like that.

You roll to lay on your back from your stomach and stare at the off-white ceiling, dark from the lack of lighting. You seriously hate how love has made you act so out of character, from spilling your mentor’s and parents’ love lives to having an outburst like that. It’s… so out of character for you, not to mention embarrassing. You groan once more and hide your face in your hands again, rubbing your face harshly as you lament over what you said earlier at the meeting.

You can’t wait to go on the mission.

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