YANG XIAO LONG, AGNÉS OBLIGE AND YUKIKO AMAGI ALL SHARE THE SAME VA IN JAPANESE???? OMG??????

Yes yes yes hello hi Becky I missed you sm wtf uwu!!!!?? Gimme some of that angst u literally specialise in with Captains and Co-Captains, maybe like one of you gets caught cheating or something??? ilysm

Meg omg I missed writing for ur cute lil ass 🌻 I chose ur four face caps cos I'm lazy

Daichi Sawamura

✿ It was during the second year of your relationship, both of your first year in college. ✿ you had both gotten into different colleges at different ends of the country, so seeing each other all the time was difficult but you’d both look forward to your monthly get togethers✿ this time however, the weeks leading up to it would of been different. His replies would take longer and would be blunter than usual. You put it down to lack of seeing each other and decided to surprise him at the end of the month by visiting him a week earlier than you had planned. ✿ His roommate would know about it and had left you a key to let yourself into the apartment they shared. You decided to cook dinner for the both of you, his favourite, you had bought wine and even some chocolates. Netflix was loaded on the television and blankets lay on the couch. ✿ You had just finished plating the dish you had cooked up into bowls, when you heard his familiar laugh echo in the dorm halls outside the door. It made your stomach do flips, you could have screamed with excitement. You wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms and let all your insecurities about the last few weeks disappear. ✿ But as the door opened, the butterflies in your stomach contorted into a feeling of nausea and sickness. You felt your lips go dry and your heart begin to swell. Daichi HAD walked into the room as you had expected. But what you had not expected was his arms, that you had dreamt about being around you, wrapped around another person as he drew them closer to him. Their lips ghosting over each other’s as they smiled. ✿ He wouldn’t be the one to notice you, it would be the person he was kissing who would jump back and squeal slightly at your presence. Daichi wouldn’t be able to process it all at first, his mouth would be dry as ash as he tried to come up with the words to apologise. ✿ in the end, you’d just walk out, not even grabbing your things, and hike it back to your own college. You’d have thousands, literally, of missed calls and texts from Daichi for weeks. Eventually you’d end up sending him a text that simply said “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough”. And you’d change your number, completely erasing him from your life.

Kuroo Tetsuro

✿ You’d be at a house party, celebrating the third years going off to college. Obviously everyone who attended the farewell party knew about your relationship with Kuroo and you trusted him. So when your close friend told you they had seen Kuroo head upstairs, even though it was strictly out of bounds, you brushed it off as him trying to find somewhere to pee. (The queue downstairs was ridiculous after all). ✿ You had almost forgot about it, as you began to play a game of beer pong with some other 3rd years, and Lev who had some how managed to sneak in. You looked around the kitchen to see if Kuroo had returned yet and had seen you score that amazing pong just now, but he wasn’t there. ✿ You excused yourself from the game, ignoring Lev calling you a chicken, and wandered into the lounge area. Kuroo still wasn’t there, and you couldn’t see him outside through the patio doors either. The only other place he could be was still upstairs, and you almost smiled to yourself at the thought of your captain boyfriend passing out in the toilet or in one of the bedrooms. ✿ As you stepped over the string barrier that was supposed to keep people from wandering upstairs, you could’ve sworn you heard giggling and moans. Your face contorted at the thought of your fellow classmates doing to dirty in one of the bedrooms. ✿ You pulled out your phone and rang Kuroo. Moments later, you heard the bathroom echo from his ringtone and you smiled, knocking on the door. You heard him grunt and stutter out a simple “One second”. ✿ It wasn’t until the moaning that you had heard earlier on had started again that you realised where it was coming from. Your heart started beating faster and suddenly you felt dizzy, as you knocked on the door again, louder this time. ✿ “Jesus Christ - Lev - I said I’d be out in a minute let me, oh god, let me finish up in here first, fuck” tears began to form in your eyes at his dismissal, and without thinking you opened the door to the bathroom. The image of Kuroo pulling up his jeans so quickly may have been blurred by your tears but it would forever be ingrained in your memory. The person he was with covered themselves up hastily as they sat on the bathroom counter. His hands began to push back his hair and then suddenly he was reaching for you, crying, apologising, cursing. You couldn’t hear him, everything was white noise and blurry. Not just then, but for weeks. And all you could think about was Kuroos moans and cursing as he hid away in that bathroom.

Bokuto Kotaro

✿ You had both been arguing all night. Cursing each other out, screaming in each others faces. This was by far the worst argument either of you had had. Over something so trivial and small, too. ✿ Bo kept tugging at his hair as he sat upon a chair in the kitchen and watched you pick up pieces of glass from the floor. Neither one of you knew which one had thrown the glass to the ground and it remained unmentioned as you both sobbed inwardly. He rose and pulled out his phone, and you knew he was calling Akaashi to come and pick him up. ✿ You hissed as blood trickled from the tip of your finger from a shard of glass, and Bo instinctively reached for you, before withdrawing his hand at your bitter expression. You hated him, he thought. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much you hated him. ✿ Hours after he had left, and the apartment was quiet, you felt your eyelids become heavy and you slipped silently into your shared bed, inhaling the pillows on Bokutos side, sobbing at the emptiness and coldness of the sheets without him in them. He had never LEFT during a fight, not for this long anyway. ✿ Around 4;32am your phone began to vibrate on your bedside table. Normally you’d shut it off and wait till acceptable hours in the day to answer, but seeing Bokutos smile across the illuminated screen light a fire in you as you rose and pressed the green answer button. ✿ “Bo? Is everything okay? Do you need me to buzz you in? Where are y-” your concerned voice came to a halt as you heard some all so familiar sounds from the other end of the line. Your first instinct told you he was sobbing, crying, cursing to himself. But as you carried on listening, you heard two voices coming from your phone. Two sets of moans, two sets of “oh fucks” and “go faster"s. ✿ Your legs felt numb and your hands were stopping you from hanging up right there and then, stopping you from ending this torture of listening to the man you love have sex with somebody else. He didn’t even know you knew, he wasn’t even thinking about you. He didn’t even call you intentionally to say sorry. ✿ The only thing you could bring yourself to do was hang up and proceed to pack his things for him, your tears beginning to sting and burn your cheeks. He wouldn’t be greeted with a hug and a kiss and a string of “I’m sorry"s when he got back at 7am later that morning. The only thing Bokuto came back to that morning was 3 black bags of his belongings outside his apartment door and a goodbye note left from his heart broken lover.

Oikawa Tooru

✿ Being Oikawas S/O wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. You’d have to constantly deal with swarms of fan girls and boys in practically most places. Mainly, his games. ✿ Most of the time, it didn’t get to you as much as people assumed it would. But the days where all you heard were other people whispering about the things they’d let him to do them, it pissed you off beyond belief.✿ Today was one of those days. One where no matter which left you took, which corner your rounded, which door you opened, all you heard was Oikawas name being practically sang by adoring and pining fans. ✿ Like the two girls next to you at the vending machine, chatting about your boyfriend as if you didn’t even exist. Their giggles taunting you like mean school girls on the playground. You didn’t want to listen anymore, and you were about to grab your water and leave, when something the shorter girl said caught your attention. ✿ "Well, apparently they’ve been seeing each other for months, that’s why were invited to come se who’s game, stupid!! They said they’re gonna show us!!” ✿ “Where are they anyway? Should we go eavesdrop? Maybe we could hear him making some of those sweet noises they’ve been telling us about” the other replied almost cackling. Your stomach dropped, surely they weren’t still talking about Oikawa, YOUR Oikawa? ✿ “They said something about one of the storage cupboards” “Oh my gosh! That’s SO frisky” ✿ and now your heart was beating faster, because you knew exactly where they talking about, exactly which storage cupboard. That was where you’d both go after practice when you first started dating, where you had your first (somewhat unromantic) kiss. ✿ You took off without hesitation, you knew the route like the back of your hand. Tears fell across your face as you sped down the halls. You had smashed chests with Iwa-Chan along the way, and your tear stained face gave him an indication that something had happened with Oikawa. You weren’t heading for the exit, however, so he followed you. ✿ Iwa still wishes he hadn’t followed you. Not when he heard your heart broken cries as you pried open the storage units door. Your devastated sobs as Oikawa stood breathless in the door, his hand still up the other persons shirt. ✿ “I’m, oh god I’m sorry, fuck” would be the last thing you’d hear him say before you left. Left him stood sobbing to himself, guarded by Iwa as not to follow you. He lost the game that day, he lost two sets and cried himself to sleep, just like you did.