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uwurakax · 3 years

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1. imagine

“this is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular”

ALBUM TRACKLIST

featuring semi x reader ♡

track info with your boyfriends newfound fame and popularity, you can’t help but long for the simpler times of when it used to just be the two of you ♡

genre established relationship // hurt/comfort // suggestive // time-skip manga spoilers ♡

length 3.6k ♡

artist note first one! super duper fluffy and very self indulgent sorry! he just argh! my pretty boy emo teenage fantasy 🤧 also no specific gender mentioned but f!reader as default. i really liked this one which means it only goes downhill from me with the rest of the stories i’m sorry ya’ll 😭 ♡

“imagine a world like that; can you imagine it”

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Semi Eita was at the peak of his career; writing songs, playing at venues and making music full time. He made it past the side hustle that so many wannabe musicians could only dream about. No longer needing a ‘normal’ or ordinary job to support himself, he finally broke through and was successful in the tedious work to fame. Semi loved every moment of it, being able to focus solely on his dream, meeting fans and performing in front of hundreds or even thousands of people. It was probably why he was drawn to volleyball in high school years ago, the setter getting the thrill and adrenaline pumping through his body in tune with the crowd. It was a nostalgic feeling, hearing the roars of the audience; only this time the chants were in his name. Don’t get him wrong, he adored his time playing volleyball - even when he was no longer the starting setter for the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club Team, and he absolutely loved watching his dear friend Ushijima Wakatoshi (who now also pursued his own dream in the sport and had gone pro), blast powerful spikes throughout the stadium, eliciting hoots and shouts from their own cheer squad. Yes, Semi loved every part of the short 3 years he had back in high school, but it felt good to be the one in centre stage, no longer the support to someone else, he was the main attraction.

With a final bow and wishing everyone a good night, Semi made his way off stage with his bandmates, their own small cheers paling in comparison from the crowd just moments ago. He spotted you near the stage with a smile, jogging towards you and engulfing you in a warm embrace.

“How was it?” He asked when he pulled away from you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Incredible as always” You said, a small smile forming on your lips. It wasn’t a lie, quite the contrary, you loved watching Semi perform. You were so proud to see how far your high school sweetheart had come. The little time he had back then that wasn’t devoted to volleyball practice, school work or you was spent playing in his room in secret, writing sweet nothings on a page that somehow turned into a wondrous melody. It was hard to believe that back when you both were 17, that the future would turn out like this. Late nights spent looking for inspiration, only to end up with the two of you walking down the road at 2am to the nearest vending machine for junk food, which you were sure you weren’t allowed to do.

No, it was the farthest thing from a lie; you did love watching Semi perform more than anything but..

“Oi Eita, you coming?” You heard one of his bandmates say from down the corridor. You looked over to the commotion from the rest of the band, and then back at Semi.

“Oh? Are you guys going somewhere?” You knew the answer, it happened every time. He was going to go out with his friends, wind down and relax after the show, if you could even call it that. It mostly consisted of more loud music, alcohol and a whole lot of dancing; a party. Every time you’d ask, forever knowing the answer, and yet always wishing that somehow this time it would be different.

“Ah, just a party the guys want to go to. You don’t mind right? You could come if you wanted to” His hands moved down your arms to grasp your hands. They were warm and a little bit rough from his time as a setter. It didn’t matter how rough his hands were though, you just wished to hold them longer, greatly missing his comforting touch. Taking a sharp inhale, you mustered everything in you to give him a beaming smile.

“No, of course not. You enjoy it okay? See you when you get home” You knew you wouldn’t see him when he’d finally get home, entering your penthouse suite in the early hours of the morning, too deep in slumber to even acknowledge his presence when he’d slip under the covers. It was routine at this point, especially after a gig. You couldn’t blame him though, you wanted him to enjoy this lifestyle while he could.

“Alright, I’ll see you then” with a gentle squeeze on your hands, he closed his eyes and brushed his lips against yours. Following his lead, you kissed him. The kiss didn’t last long, they never did, but you’d take pleasure in it all the same.

It was one of the few instances where his focus was entirely on you.

“See you at home” he whispered before he let go of your hands and ran after the rest of the band, slipping further away from you. You watched him go down the hall, his voice and laughter soon becoming more quiet the further he went, until he disappeared out of sight and all you could hear now were the crew backstage moving equipment, the rolling squeaks of wheels for heavy amplifiers aggravating to your ears. You let out a tired sigh, hoping that it could ease even a fraction of the emotion you felt. Unlocking your phone, you made your way down to the opposite end of the entrance, booking a rideshare to take you home, feeling more disconnected than ever from Semi.

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You watched, for the hundredth time, Semi having the time of his life on stage. It would never get old, and you’d always come to his shows if it could be helped, but all it does now is leave a bitter taste in your mouth. Stolen moments and quick kisses were all you received from your rockstar boyfriend as of late, and quite frankly it was growing tiresome. You wanted to see your boyfriend, and not through the eyes of an audience member; as his.

You dressed nicer this time, deeply hoping that he would spare you a glance and comment on your attire. Anything for his attention. The heartache you felt from the sidelines as you saw Semi flirt and wink with a few girls in the front row gnawed at you. You recognised them as some superfans who had backstage passes to a meet and greet Semi and his band hosted. You trusted him completely, that wasn’t the issue. You knew in your head that Semi would never ever be that kind of star.

So why was it that your heart refused to listen to that irrefutable fact?

You felt anxious and paranoid. Jealousy really is an ugly disease. You watched as the girls giggled amongst themselves.

They’re only fangirls, it’s fine. This is what happens when you’re an attractive male celebrity.

You tried your best to reason with yourself, it’s just a ploy. They all do it right? It did little to convince you, your stomach constricting at the sight. Was it your fault? You never did go to any of those parties, and you haven’t even been able to spend time with him at all. Ever since his career took off, it’s just been work, work and more work.

You found yourself spiralling in self deprecating thoughts, knowing no matter how irrational it was, you still couldn’t stop the emotions.

It felt like forever when the concert ended, and with it the tour. You braced yourself for when Semi would come down and greet you, breathing out any negative thoughts to be happy for your boyfriend.

“Hey” He said with a smirk.

“Hey yourself. How’d you enjoy the last night of the tour?” His grin widened.

“Honestly, it was so amazing. I wish it wouldn’t end” You strained a chuckle, half real, half forced. You’d forever be happy and proud of him, and would always support him, no matter the circumstances. It just sucked that it took time away from your relationship, pushing Semi under the bright spotlights, while the darkness pulled you further from him.

“I’m so proud of you” You tell him, trying to keep the hurt that bubbled inside of you at bay. You didn’t want to give away how you felt, wanting to focus on his happiness. That's what was important.

He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you closer to him. You could feel the warm breaths he took as he was still slightly out of breath, the heated exhales fanning over your face. It felt nice to be like this with him, wanting it to last.

“So, I was thinking, what if-”

“Eita! You’re coming to the party right? Last night on tour!” His band yelled at him, interrupting you.

Right, of course. It was silly to think there’d be time for you after such a milestone.

“Hold on! Hey, what were you saying?”

“Don’t worry about it! Go! This is a huge deal” With a shake of your head and a bright grin you motion for him to go and follow.

“Are you sure? If it’s important then-”

“Trust me, it’s fine, okay? Please go and enjoy yourself. Tell me about it when you come home” He seemed unconvinced, but didn’t press further. You cupped his cheeks and brought him close, giving him a light kiss.

“I gotta go, be safe” You murmur, turning away from him to make your way home. You were thankful to head in the other direction, being able to finally drop the facade of a smile on your face. He hadn’t even noticed your appearance.

It was another night to be spent alone.

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On a whim, you decided to head to a nearby liquor store, and next to it, a convenience store. It had been a while since your last drink, but you supposed it wouldn’t be too bad if you had popped a bottle of bubbly for a self care night. You quickly purchased the bottle of champagne, and were about to head home until you saw a round purple ball in the window at the neighbouring shop.

A bath bomb.

You stood there for a few seconds, contemplating on buying the vibrant item, before briskly entering and buying the scented orb. It was quite beautiful, the purple an eerily similar colour to your high schools signature colour. It brought a sad smile to your face, and you reminisced back on the simpler time.

It didn’t take long for you to make it home, eagerly speed walking to spend a relaxing night in. Everything had gone by in a blur, from the elevator lights, the dings signalling your floor, to the chiming of your keys. You couldn’t wait to somewhat enjoy whatever was left of the evening, feeling sour that the one person you had wanted to spend this night with wasn’t with you. You tried not to dwell on it too much as you gathered a wine glass, and readied the bathtub. You couldn’t contain the little excitement you had as you silently cheered for yourself. You opened the bottle with a slight flinch, giggling at your behaviour. As you waited for the tub to fill, you made your way to the bedroom to strip yourself of your clothing, wrapping up in a towel and tossing the garments in the laundry basket. By the time you were done, the tub was filled with warm water. You double checked that the temperature was to your liking and turned off the faucets.

Taking off your towel, you hung it behind the door and stepped in the steaming water. It soothed your muscles, and you easily embraced the comfort the water gave you. You felt so tranquil you almost forgot about your new purple bath bomb. You reached over to the floor where it was, careful to not bump the bottle, the glass or get any water on your phone. You studied the ball in your hands for a moment, lost in the texture of it.

Taking a deep breath you submerged your head underwater with the bath bomb, watching it dissipate and dilute. Even through the blurry haze, you could see the swirls of colour mixing through the clear liquid, ever so slowly turning into an amethyst hue. You came back up for air, smoothing your hair back and out of the way as the fragrance scented the bathroom. White suds began to spiral and flow through the now purple water. It was quite beautiful, like a plum coloured galaxy, and the bubbles served as stars. Such a fantastical sight, it was almost otherworldly.

You grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured some bubbly into the glass, taking a large gulp, before you went to fill it again. It was nice, you had to admit, but not even this could make you forget your self loathing. You realised you left the bathroom door open, offering a perfect view of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. If it could even be thought of as shared. The faint scent of Semi on his pillow offering the only consolement of him. You wished desperately that just for one night, it could just be the two of you, just like it had been almost a decade ago. It was hard to imagine at one point, this was the life you both wanted for him. The blissfully ignorant dreams you had as teenagers paled in comparison to what you had now.

Yes, you had everything you could’ve ever wanted, and Semi made sure of that. He was an amazing boyfriend, no doubt in your mind could ever change that. It was just at times like this, you wanted to go back to those days. Back to when you both were too young and too dumb to understand what life was about. Back to when the present was just a pipe dream to imagine.

Back to when Semi Eita was wholly, and irrevocably yours.

You sunk back into the water, covering your mouth and nose to blow frustrated bubbles with a pout.

Just once, you wanted it to be like it used to.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the tub and fully dunked your head back into the water once again. You didn’t know how long you had been under, wanting to tune out anything and everything for just a bit longer.

Coming back up, you wiped your still shut eyes, feeling the slight sting and agitation. You blinked a few moments before locking eyes with the figure standing in the doorway.

“E-Eita?! What are you-”

“I wanted to see you” Semi’s voice was flat and monotone. You couldn’t believe he was in front of you. Thinking your eyes had played tricks, you brought your hands back up for one quick rub against your eyelids.

He was really here, with you.

“Wait- but what about your party?” You questioned, voice in a higher pitch.

“I didn’t go” He crossed his arms as he watched you. It had been who knows when since you were last with Semi, and you couldn’t contain the insecurity that festered within you. You were sure you had changed, even just slightly, and those gorgeous girls in the front row just fueled the fire of apprehension. You couldn’t help but curl in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest to cover yourself from his gaze. You couldn’t hide your feelings this time, and you didn’t think you’d have the energy to anyway.

“But why?” You spoke so timidly and looked so meek, staring down at the murky water. Semi made his way towards you, kneeling down to reach over to your hands. He pulled them away from your own knees gently, but you still refused to look at him, trying to steel whatever composure you had left.

“Thought I told you, I wanted to see you” You turned to face him, seeing a cocky smirk adorn his lips.

“You just saw me before” You deadpanned, and you could see Semi slightly falter, but he didn’t budge.

“Not what I meant” Cocking your head to the side confused, you were about to ask what he meant until you saw him start to take off his clothes.

“H-hey! Wait, what are you doing?!” You grabbed at his hands, stopping him from removing any more clothing.

“Uh, joining you?” You hated the way he looked at you, as if you were talking nonsense or another language. “What?!” You squealed at his sudden abruptness, feeling the temperature in your face increasing rapidly, in time with your own heartbeat. He easily batted away your hands, continuing on until every article of clothing was removed from his body. You held your hands out in front of you to cover him from view, feeling like a childish school girl at this point. He slipped in the tub easily on the other end, smirking at your embarrassed display. You were just too darn cute. He eased against the back of the tub opposite you, and with quick reflexes reached for both your hands to jerk you towards him. You steadied yourself between his legs, soothing breaths from his nose blowing gently over your face, offering little to cool your now feverish skin.

You instinctively held Semi’s shoulders, feeling the beating of your heart now in your ears. Your breathing grew heavy at the prolonged close proximity between you and Semi. It had been so long, it almost felt foreign; minimal touches and hasty kisses the only act of affection between the two of you as of late. The entirety of the situation finally hitting you at full swing, and silent sobs clawed out from your throat.

“Hey” Semi whispered, so light and gentle. It felt so unlike Semi to be as soft spoken as he was now, the loud musician persona nowhere to be seen within the stone cold, marbled bathroom. He cupped your cheeks and nudged you to face him, brushing away stray tears that began to fall with his thumbs.

“Sorry, it’s just that I… I’ve missed you and… I don’t know. I feel like we don’t even see each other anymore. Don’t get me wrong… I love that you’ve achieved your dreams, more than anything else. Please don’t think that but, I just can’t help but think back to how close we once were. It feels like I’m losing you and you’re slipping further and further away from me. All I have is your pillow to hold when I go to sleep and, I just want you Eita. I know this-” Semi cut you off from your rambling with a deep kiss, kissing you with such vigor that you hadn’t ever experienced. It was raw and passionate, unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your eyelids dropped, letting the feeling of the new intimacy between you overwhelm your senses. You lost yourself to the sensations that Semi pushed upon you, offering slight whines and whimpers at the heated makeout session.

You ran your fingers up and through his hair, dampening the soft locks between your fingers. It felt nostalgic, the two of you hidden in an enclosed space, with little separating you. It felt good that for the first time in a long while, his focus was entirely on you; that you didn’t have to imagine him holding you close, because he was. Here and now, there was nothing but the two of you. Semi pulled away from you, still holding your face within his hands.

“You talk too much,” He smirked.

“Hey! No I don’t” You pouted back, trying to give him a glare that held no real malice. You looked down at the purple liquid between you, the swirls and spirals mostly gone and only small bubbles remained.

“I just missed you” You felt Semi press his lips on your forehead, and use his hand to push any stray hairs that clung to your temple back and behind your ear.

“I’m sorry for ever making you feel lonely. I don’t ever want you to feel that way, you don’t deserve it” He pressed a few more sweet kisses on your lips, and your heart swelled with his words and actions. You weren’t going to pressure him at all, but to have him understand, even just a little of how isolated you felt from him was relieving. Your shoulders felt lighter, and you were sure going forward you’d have a spring in your step.

“I promise I’ll make more time for us okay?”

“Okay” You smiled at his assurance for your relationship. You had no doubt that Semi would keep his word. You watched as he picked up your wine glass, taking a sip of the light bubbly champagne.

“Hey! That’s my glass”

“You only brought one”

“Doesn’t matter, get your own!” He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you forward so your body was flush against his.

“We only need one” Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned down and kissed you again. You could taste the citrus and acidic flavour of the alcohol on his lips. It was only fair that you got to taste the drink that he so rudely stole from you on his tongue right?

“By the way, you looked gorgeous tonight” He mumbled between kisses. It made your heart soar and flutter.

You lapped and nipped at his mouth, letting the progression of the evening develop into the loss of the originality of innocence that the night had started with.

It wasn’t another night spent alone.

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