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sleepyxxhead · 10 months

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Could u do Haikyuu setters getting mad at their s/o because they missed their game because they were busy? Thank u 💕

A/n: I’m so bad at writing angst but why is this such a good ideafjdkla;jfdskl TY FOR THE REQ!! I’ll do a pt. 2 with more setters/characters if you guys req.! Please req. more characters for me to do <3

Genres: angst | comfort

Characters: Kageyama Tobio | Kenma Kozume | Akaashi Keiji | Oikawa Toru

Kageyama Tobio - Please don’t leave me!

wc: 321

You were sitting at your desk, getting some work done as you heard the door close. “Tobio?” You call out.

No response.

You found him sitting on your shared bed looking angry. “How’d you do, darling?” you ask tenderly.

“We won,” he mumbled with a scowl on his face.

“You don’t look like you’re too happy about it. What happened?” you sat down next to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face. “Why didn’t you come..?”

Your eyes immediately widened in shock. Guilt poured over you. “Tobio-”

“That was a really important game to me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“I’m so sorry, I was busy with work-”

“You’re always busy with work!” he shouted out, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re never there!”

“Tobio…” you whisper, tears of guilt and shame streaming down your cheeks.

Kageyama stood up, and walked out of the room. “Tobio..? Where are you going?”

“Tobio?” You ran after him, desperation rising in your chest. How could lose this? How would you live without him?

“TOBIO!” You cried out, bowing down on your knees.

Hearing the absolute anguish and distress in your voice, Kageyama turned around.

“Please don’t break up with me! I’m so so sorry! I’ll never miss a game of yours again! I love you with my whole heart so please don’t leave me!” You sobbed with misery, feeling the end drawing close.

Kageyama took a step towards you and kneeled down. The sound of misery and desperation in your voice hurt his heart too much to leave you. He tapped you on the head with his finger.

Looking up, you saw a broken version of Kageyama. His expression was calm, but his eyes full of hurt, his face wet from tears.

He stared into your eyes for just a second and pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever received.

“I love you too.”

Kenma Kozume - I forgive you

wc: 251

Kenma: we won. omw to your house

Y/n: congrats! ily <3

Read at 8:23 p.m.

Kenma unlocked your front door with the spare key you gave him. After greeting your mom, he headed to your room.

“Kenma! Congrats!” you wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Kenma?” You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why Kenma looked so disappointed.

“What’s wrong, Ken?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he whispered, looking at his feet.

“Kenma. Was it me?”

He turned his head towards you slowly, meeting your eyes. “I guess I’m just… mad at you.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do…” he trailed off. “I wish you would’ve come to my game.”

He looked away from you, tears in his eyes. It wasn’t apparent, but Kenma actually cared about volleyball. He cared about a lot of things other than video games. He searched through the crowd to find you, hoping that you could find time to come, but he realized that you weren’t going to show up.

“Kenma…” you watched as he wept silently. “I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not!” you yelled, fighting back tears. “I wasn’t there for you when it really mattered!” You wrapped him up into a hug, holding on tight. You couldn’t lose him. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me; I’ll come to all of your games from now on!”

“Y/n…” Kenma mumbled through tears. “I forgive you.”

Akaashi Keiji - Paradise

wc: 435

“Akaashi?” You looked up from your laptop, hearing the door open. You’re eyebrows creased when you saw the angry expression on his face. “Is everything alright, darling? I thought you won.”

“We did win,” Akaashi mumbled bitterly. “You would’ve known that if you came, though.”

He tore off his coat and shook off his shoes before heading to your shared room. “Akaashi?” You followed him to your room, seeing him pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry I was busy-”

“You’re always busy! You’re never there! You’ve come to one of my games in the two years that we’ve dated each other! This is something I care about! HOW COULD YOU NOT CARE!?” He shouted at you as tears fell down his face.

You stood in the doorway in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t bare to see the one you loved so much with so much pain and hurt in his eyes, but yet again, you were the one who had caused it.

You stood in silence as you watched him storm off and down the stairs. Suddenly, a thought appeared in your mind. I’m about to lose him.

Instantaneously, your feet started moving. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you yelled after Akaashi. “Please don’t leave! Let me fix this! Akaashi I love you!”

The front door slammed shut. It’s over. You’re paradise is leaving you.

You crumpled up into a ball, sobbing, mumbling to yourself, “Please don’t leave. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

Akaashi went on a walk. He needed to clear his mind. He was so angry at you, but the way you looked so broken when he left made him feel so guilty. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his head.

That’s it. She’s going to leave you.

His eyes widened at the sudden thought. Almost as fast as the thought came to him, he turned around and started sprinted towards home.

He opened the door, breathing heavily, to find you curled up into a ball on the ground, sleeping. He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your face was wet. Seeing you like that made him feel absolutely terrible.

He dried your face with his thumbs and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom and tucked you in. After he took a shower, he laid in bed next to you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Please forgive me…” he said, voice shaking.

Your sleeping body wrapped your arms around Akaashi and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.

Oikawa Toru - Addicted

wc: 223

“Y/n, how could you miss that game! How could you miss so many games! You’re always too busy! Why can’t you just show up for once!” Oikawa shouted at you.

“I-I’m sorry Toru.” Your voice shook as you saw tears racing down his face.

He looked at you, the agony in his eyes stinging you.

“I’m sorry! You’re right! I’m never there when I should be! But please…” you trailed off, hot tears staining your face. “Don’t leave me. Please forgive me! I’ll show up to every ga-”

“I forgive you…” He looked to the side. “How could I not… When I love you so much? I love you so much it hurts. I get butterflies every time I see you! My stomach does flips when I hear your name! Y/n, your love is like a drug and I’m addicted. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!”

You stood in front of him, eyes wide with shock.

“I’ll always forgive you Y/n. No matter what you do, I’ll always love you too much. No matter how painful, I’ll forgive you! No matter how-”

You wrapped your arms around Oikawa’s torso, holding him so tight you thought you might break his ribs.

“I forgive you, Y/n,” he whispered, holding you close. “I love you too much not to.”

A/n: OMG WHY IS ANGST SO HARD TO WRITE? My heart hurts. I hope yours does too. That’s how I’ll know I did my job 🫡. Have a nice day cutie <33

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your-local-baguette · 1 year

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Sorry this took kinda long

This turned into very quick made because i again accidentally deleted the original that looked like just relationship hc. im sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for

Suna rintarou

Curled up in tons of blanket, a four pm nap at his place, most definitely skipping pratice. but he usually grabs your waist when you get out of class dragging you to an empty classroom. You both would sit down and you sitting in between his legs snuggling into him, his arms around your hips and his head snuggling in your neck. You would either rest your head on his or pet his head while just snuggling into him. Once kita walked in you both in that exact position, you gave him a shush sign and he he nodded before walking out. He was nice enough to let you both like this and just walked back to the gym.

Kita Shinsuke

It would be in a comfortable silence, your usually sleeping using his shoulder as your pillow. He would be reading a book but actually just checking out your sleeping face,

To him its the most adorable thing ever, he looks like he is reading but he actually is just looking at you. He cant do anything else while your there just looking good, he'd drop his book and lay down while huggin you on his chest, just amazing.

When your not sleeping you'd be sitting on his lap while he just enjoy your presence, he adores your scent and usually just sniff your neck while your catching up with your family who's in [ county ]. He would sometime kiss your ear or temple, legit he leaves the most tender kisses ever.

Osamu miya

Chill guy you got there, this man actually simps more for you than his fangirls simps for him. He loves snuggling his face close to yours, him laying on you is more common than you laying on him. He would rest his head in the crook of your neck seeking warmth from it. You'd be massaging his back after a harsh pratice, when you would press on a tense area he'd arch his back snuggle in your shoulder, in reality Osamu is a big softie for you. His arms would go around your neck, he would sigh and smile against your skin.

Atsumu miya

Teasy and pervy but cuddling, yes absolutely. He would definitely lay on your cherries, he is shameless but he awfully good at cuddling. Apart from laying on your chest he would also lay on your ass while massaging your back. But he really like seeing you laying on his chest, sound asleep while he enjoying the feeling of him being spoiled by your sound asleep face.

Atsumu really like cuddles dates like you sitting next to him while laying on his shoulder, watching an anime or something. Its just a great relaxing method after practices.

If i do make one, the character will be a surprise!

#haikyu fanfiction #haikyu #haikyu x reader #osamu x reader #kita x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #suna #kita #osamu #atsumu #haikyu headcanons #haikyu cuddles #haikyu fanfic

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kingofthe-egirls · 3 months

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TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 4)

series

(cw: ballet!reader, reader is in college studying ballet, Shoyo is back from Brazil, kissing, tit play, romantic sex)

(a/n: like my status if u caught my waiting for godot reference. also this is so romantic i loved this)

words: 831

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Your college apartment is scattered with clothes and dirty dishes. (You’re swamped with homework, okay?)

It’s comfy and cozy, with a rose pink couch and scuffed-up coffee table.

Shoyo lies on top of you, kissing you into oblivion. He hums against your lips, pressing his hips into yours.

“Miss me, pretty girl?”

Shoyo had been away for two years, playing in Brazil. You’d started studying ballet at college: learning history, techniques, everything. Your life is saturated in dance, and your body is usually sore. But your skills are improving, and auditions for the school’s next production are coming. They doing the classic: Swan Lake. You want a solo. You want Odette.

But that’s another story.

Now, Shoyo is on top of you, asking if you missed him.

“Of course!” You say, whining as you arch up into him. Shoyo smiles, wicked sparkle in his amber eyes.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “You better.”

You giggle as he nuzzles your nose.

His voice is raspy, cheeks red in hazy pleasure. Your greedy hands find their way beneath his t-shirt; this is the first makeout sesh you both have has since Shoyo returned. You squeeze his abs, lips parted as a gasp escapes you.

He is sculpted.

Shoyo smiled deviously as he lets you grope his muscles.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm!” You nod happily as you move to squeezing his biceps.

Shoyo snickers.

He ruts his hips into yours. Impatient.

“Want ya,” he says, raspy. His skin is rosy and his smile is syrupy. He demonstrates his want again, pressing his clothed erection against your core. “Missed ya so bad, baby.”

“Missed you too,” you gasp. You grab his face, bringing your mouths together for a hot, messy kiss. “Want you,” you say.

Shoyo’s eyes darken, and his own greedy hands work their way below your shirt. He fondles at your tits, calloused hands strong and warm. “So sexy f’me…,” his whispers, lifting your shirt over your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra: your chest is exposed to his hungry gaze.

He leans down, starting to kiss your skin. His lips are perfect.

He teases you.

Shoyo’s body fits against yours like a warm, weighted blanket. He’s familiar: solid, heavy, warm. Tethering.

He snickers at the sounds you make.

“Sho!” You gasp impatiently, arching up against him, “Want you, now!”

Shoyo lets out a groan, lifting off of you to tug his own shirt off over his head. You lick your lips, and reach out to touch. Shoyo undoes the strings of his sweatpants.

His body is godlike.

It’s sculpted, rosy, and amber-freckled. Shoyo is strong and warm, and when he circles his arms around your waist, making love to you, he is Safe. Home. Harbor.

Him.

“Shoyo,” you whine, arms around his neck, “Love you so much~!”

He nips at your jawline, then moves to smooching down your neck. His cock is safely inside you, deep at your core, as he shows you just how much he missed you.

“Love ya too, baby. Always have—,” he cuts himself off with a heady groan, before hiding his face in your neck. His arms are around you, holding you to him in missionary.

Shoyo thrusts into you slowly, steadily. He’s making love to you in every sense of the word. His time away had grown you into a needy mess: keening and writhing and arching into his grasp.

He’s not much better, whining and gasping in your ear. Your bodies are fit perfectly, soulfully together. Sexting and video calls these past two years were nothing, nothing compared to this. This

rhythm.

That’s the word to describe it: rhythm. Your heartbeats are intertwined: synced and aligned. Ah, how sweetly he loves you, and—

Shoyo.

He cums with a sound an angel might make: heady and heavenly and all, all yours. Fuck.

You’re cumming,

too.

“Shoyo!” You moan, face hidden in his shoulder. He steers you through another orgasm, sex incarnate, as he gasps and moans right along with you. Love, love, love…

“That’s it, that’s it, pretty girl~” He smooches below your ear. Slowly, you both come down.

Air leaves you both in a satisfied sigh. Shoyo pulls out of you, and scoops you up as he stands. You smile, eyes closed, as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter, and smooches your cheek before turning on the hot water.

“Hm, pretty girl? Didja like that?” He asks, cheeks all flushed with a sleepy smile. You nod, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your fingers in his soft, orange hair. You kiss him, slowly.

“Mm, loved it,” you murmur against his soft lips. He circles his arms around your waist. His kisses are long and languid.

“Love you,” he whispers, voice cracking. His lips brush your cheeks, your jaw, your eyelids. He is murmuring sweet little praises into your skin. He smells like summer.

Like sunshine,

like summer.

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#dumpster dive #hinata shoyo smut #shoyo fanfic #hinata shoyo x reader #shoyo x reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyu fanfic

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windydayey · 2 years

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Haikyuu (some) boys and how they save your contact name

Y/n

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Ushijima.

Y/n ♡

Akaashi, Daichi, Ennoshita, Kita, Kenma, Aran.

BAE ♥

OIKAWA, Terushima, NOYA, Kuroo, Atsumu.

N/nie ♡

YAKU, Sugawara, Yamaguchi, Noya, Tendou, Lev, Hinata.

Food bank🍱

Suna, Tsukishima, Sugawara, Osamu, Tendou

Wife 💓💓

Oikawa, BOKUTO, Tendou, Atsumu, Kuroo, Lev.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu ff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyu fanfiction #haikyu fanfic #haikyu x reader #haikyuuhc #haikyuu hcs

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starglossie · 11 months

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CHAPTER TWO IS NOW LIVE!

#haikyuu #hq #msby #msby4 #bokuto koutarou #hinata shouyou #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #meian shugo #kuroo tetsuro #msby4 fic #haikyuu fic #hq fic #msby fanfic #haikyu fanfic #hq fanfic

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inkface-fahz · 1 year

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The Orchard, Fraternal

T for discussion of alcohol abuse and anxiety |3.9k | Birthday Fic | Ukatake | Takeda Sisters/Cousins Universe

When one reaches adulthood, there are certain habits and routines one must learn as your relationships change to family. Once one leaves behind their smallest years, one perhaps stops running to their older sibling, clinging to their pants. Perhaps by junior high, you are decisively moving in a direction unlike them. And once you are both adults, with your separate lives, you need to consider what meaning you imbue in the moments of connection, and the objects you use as a proxy for the honesty and earnestness left in childhood.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45158251

#takeda ittetsu #moniwa kaname #brothers au #haikyu fanfic #ukai keishin

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abipolarsimp · 8 months

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❧ Take Me Back To You

a one-shot fanfiction story

©rozuannecchi

╭☞ 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

'How the hell this happened?!'

"Samu, what are you doing?" Kita Shinsuke was undeniably shocked with the turn of events that happened in their gymnasium.

His teammate, Osamu Miya, suddenly hugged him for an unknown reason.

"Kita-san? I also don't know, my body moved on its own."

" Let me go. The team's already looking at us, they'll think weird things about this situation."

" But Kita-sa–" Before he get his chance to explain, his twin, Atsumu Miya is already running towards them to join them.

"Unfair!!!! Let us join, everyone group hug!!"

"Tsumu, get off!!! You're fucking heavy!" Thanks to his dumb twin brother, the team didn't get suspicious and just let it slide as they joined the hug and laughed at what happened.

╭☞ 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆

" Why are you smiling like an idiot?" Atsumu's a little bit suspicious with the action of his twin. His so called heartless and emotionless twin is acting like a maiden and smiles from time to time.

" Shut up, Tsumu."

" Ara? Are you chatting with someone?! Oh, is my twin already interested in someone??"

" No one piqued my interest"

" That smile of yours is rare to see, so, I doubt what you said"

Knowing that it's rare for Osamu to smile like that, he got interested in what or WHO melted the stoned-heart of his twin.

"Tsumu, I said shut the fu–"

" The both of you are fighting again?"

" Kita-san?!"

Samu flinched when he heard his twin shouts the name he loves. He looked at Kita, and saw a little bit of red tinted on its cheek.

" A-ah. Get ready. We will have a practice match later"

" Wait, Kita-san–"

" Let's talk later, Osamu."

Kita turned his heels away from the two. Osamu suddenly felt a sharp pang of disappointment, and this reaction of him didn't go unnoticed to Atsumu.

╭☞ 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆.

Loud and rash footsteps can be heard throughout the hallways towards Inarizaki's club room. " What the fuck is your problem?!!!"

" I just want to protect you!!"

" You didn't protect me! You only make it worst!!"

" Oh well, sorry for being worried and concern for you. Let me talk to them and let them harass you again."

" That's not what I meant!! Samu, why did you fight them?! You know, you don't have any chance to win, but why???"

" Just like I said, I want to protect you. Even if it costs my life, I will do it."

" W-why?"

" Because I love you."

" Samu–"

╭☞ 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕.

" Crying again because of me, eh?"

" Kita-san?!!!"

" Don't shout, baka. Why are you crying? I told you, I will meet you at the park near the school, but you weren't there"

" I saw it"

" You saw what?"

" The person you don't want to let go"

" How?"

" Both of you met at the park right?

" Y-yeah..... Don't tell me–"

" You're right. I got there one hour earlier than what we talked but I guess, I got there at the wrong time ha"

╭☞ 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑶𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕.

" Kita-san, I can do it"

" Eh? do what?"

" I can be your rebound."

"W-WHAT?!!!!"

"I said, I can be your rebound."

" Wait, what?!!!!!"

" I said, I can be your–"

" I heard it! I heard it!!!!"

" You heard it...."

" Are you crazy?!!!!"

Samu flinched when he heard Kita shouted for the fourth time. He looked at his own feet and started to fidgeted at his hands. He is nervous, knowing that it is a stupid decision. If only Tsumu will heard him say that, he will die in laughter.

"Samu, did you just told me that you want to be my rebound and do everything I want to you?!!!"

" Yeah"

" Stupid!! Do you think I'll say "Sure, you can be my rebound until you get tired of me"?!! Do you think I'm stupid to put you in disadvantage and take you for granted?!"

" That's the only way I think for you to notice me more"

" You're stupid, Samu. I thought Tsumu is stupid, but I guess I'm wrong. Between the two of you, you're the stupidest"

Kita looked one last time to Osamu before he turned his back and walked out of the roof top. Leaving the devastated Osamu behind.

╭☞ 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 "𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆"? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍?

" Samu, aren't you bothering Kita-san too much?"

" What do you mean?"

" Oh well, you're like a dog following him every where he goes. Like a dog who got abandoned by his owner and now asking for attention to its newly found master."

" That's exaggerating. You're exaggerating, Tsumu."

" He's telling the truth, Samu"

" Oh please! Not you too, Suna"

" What? We're not the only one who realized it though. Everyone are confused because of your sudden actions."

Osamu looked at Atsumu and Suna with wide eyes. He didn't think about the team and their reactions. Maybe that's the biggest reason why Kita-san turned him down a lot of times.

" Wait, what? Is that true?"

" Yeah...."

" But seriously Samu. What the fuck is happening? This is not you, and you know that. What happened between you and Captain?"

" Yeah, I also want to know the truth and you know, I can tell when you lie. Maybe, you can fool Atsumu but not me."

" Hey!! That's rude of you, Suna!! I hate–"

" I love Captain"

" WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!"

╭☞ 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉? 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚.

" Please? Let me love you and take care of you"

" That's not gonna happen, Osamu. I already told you, we can't."

" Just once. I just want to express my love for you and give you everything you want and need"

" Osamu, this is enough."

" Please, Shinsuke."

Kita were shocked when Osamu called him at his first name. While the two are busy with their deep conversation, there are also another two person who're hiding themselves while listening to the conversation.

" Do whatever you want"

" Really?!!"

" But, I'm warning you. Don't do any stupid things and don't expect me to reciprocate your feelings"

" Sir Yes Sir! I'm already aware of that though."

Samu smiled with a hint of pain showing in his eyes. Kita saw it but he chose to ignore it.

" Lastly, I want this as a secret. I don't want anyone to question me from time to time, especially the team"

" noted"

╭☞ 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌

" Kita-san, do you wanna go somewhere this weekend?"

" I'm busy every weekend"

" Really? that's sad. I want us to go out though"

Kita's ears perked up when he heard what Samu said, he also wants to spend time with him. So, he decided to give it a go, but he will not let Samu think of it as something.

" I think, I can move the dates of some of my plans for the upcoming weekend"

" It's okay, I know you're busy so don't push yourself too much"

" Baka, I'm doing this for myself not for you"

Osamu chuckles and looked at Kita with mesmerization in his eyes. Kita also looked at him and blushes when he saw Osamu looking at him intently. He's ready to avert his gaze when a hand touched his chin and pulls his face closer to the guy who touched him.

" O-osamu, what are you doing?"

" Kita-san, I'm sorry"

" Eh? for wh– uhmp"

Before Kita finish his sentence, Osamu already kissed him. A sweet and gentle kiss that can make him melt. He tugged at the hem of Osamu's shirt for support before he give in. He kissed back with a same intensity and gentleness.

╭☞ 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚.

" Okay, everyone wear your shoes and ready for our jog"

" Hai!!!"

" Tsumu, Suna, you can go ahead"

" Oh, shut up lover boy. We're not going to wait for you though. Let's go, Suna."

" Good luck to your talk with captain"

" Yeah, thanks"

" Sure. Wait for me, Stupid-Atsumu!!!"

" Tch. Those two!"

" Let them be"

Samu flinched as he heard Kita's voice.

" Oh, did you wait for me?"

" Yeah?"

" So?"

" Huh?"

" Aren't you going to say something?!"

" Me? What do you mean?"

" So, Atsumu only teased me?!!"

" Oh.... I see! So, Atsumu already told you?"

" He only said, you're going to say something important to me"

" I see...."

" So?????"

" Uhmmm... Kita-san, are you free next Sunday?"

" I need to do something but I'm not that busy. Why?"

" Oh well, I just want to invite you to eat outside for the dinner"

" Is that all?"

" Uhm, no. I'll tell the rest, next Sunday at the dinner"

" Then, I accept your invitation"

Osamu stopped from running and so as Kita. They looked at each other and smiled to each other. Kita, leaned in and lightly kissed Osamu at his lips. Before he smiled and waved at Osamu, and continue his jog. Osamu were so shocked, he lifted his hand to touch his lips while his eyes are wide.

" J-just maybe. Maybe, I have a chance"

╭☞ 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?

" I know this isn't the best restaurant but I can assure you that the foods here are the best"

" It's okay, I'm not choosy at the food though"

" Why don't we order first?"

" That's a good idea"

They ordered their food and when their foods arrived, they eat in silent. The silence gives them peace and it put them at ease. But then, Osamu remembered something. The real reason why he asked Kita for a date.

" *clears throat* "

" Are you okay, Osamu??"

" I'm fine Kita-san, thanks for asking"

" Oh yeah, no problem"

" So, Kita-san... I just want to ask you something"

" Hmm? what is it?"

" It's been months since you agreed with my selfish desire and I'm so happy that you changed your mind"

" It's the stupidest thing that you ever done"

" I know, but I didn't regret it"

" Thank you"

" For what?"

" For everything and for not giving up on me"

" I told you, I love you"

" Yeah, I know"

" How about you?"

" What do you mean?"

" You know what I mean, Kita-san"

" I–"

╭☞ 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.

" I know I'm stupid but what the fuck?!!!!!!"

" Osamu, that's enough"

" No!! Leave me alone!!"

Suna pitied him, he doesn't like seeing Samu like this. He's a mess, he's devastated. He looks like a zombie with his state.

" You're already drunk, so that's enough"

" Why?!! Can you lessen the pain?! Can you remove the pain I'm feeling right now?!!!"

" No, I can't but we can do something"

" Don't tell me??? Are you willing to carry me to my bed and strip for me huh?"

Atsumu heard what Osamu said, so from the living room, he walked towards the kitchen with his fist closed. Suna saw it and his body started to panicked.

" Say.it.one.more.time."

" What?! I'm just telling the truth. Suna, can you comfort me? Can you spread your legs for me and let me f–"

Atsumu didn't let Osamu finish his sentence, he punched him hard at the face as Suna tried to calm him down.

" Don't you fucking ever talk to him like that, again!!!"

" Why are you so concern about him?"

" I'm concern and worried about him because he is my lover, asshole!!! We don't care about what happened between you and captain, but the next time you harass my lover, again. I'll not control myself and I'm the one who'll wake you up"

" So, you finally told your twin about your fucking lovelife huh? What a lucky bastard~"

╭☞ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇?

" Atsumu, do you know why Osamu is absent? He's not attending the practice lately"

" Captain, aren't you the one who should know the real reason why he's not here?"

" What do you mean?"

" You know what I mean, Captain"

" Atsumu, you're confusing me"

" You also confused Osamu though"

" That's–"

" It's fine. He'll be fine and I'm not being rude but I think it's best if the both of you are not going to see each other for the mean time. Also, use this time too think seriously of the things you two wants to do, because it is also hard for the people who've been stucked with your quarrels"

" I think that's a best idea, thank you"

" hmmm."

" Oh, btw."

" Yes, Captain?"

" Tell Osamu this, I didn't regret what I said to him last time. I said that for him to realize the truth."

" Do you really hate my twin that much?"

" No. That's not what I meant, Atsumu. I did that because I want him to love himself more and appreciate himself more. His world only revolves around me, that's not the Osamu I know. And I know that you know what I'm talking about."

" Sorry, Captain. But, I think the title of being stupid really suits me."

" Eh? Why?"

" Because I know and realized why my brother did that. He loves volleyball, but he put them aside just because of a certain someone. But, don't worry. I'll tell him what you said. See you around, Captain"

╭☞ 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘?

" You're going with me?!"

Tsumu stopped knotting his shoelaces when Samu showed up behind him, wearing his volleyball gear for practice. Tsumu's jaw dropped and asked Samu to say it again for the second time.

" Why so surprised? Tch. You want me and Kita-san to talk and settle this, right?"

" Y-yeah... But, I just said it last night. What's with the sudden decision?"

" Nothing"

" I know there is. So, what is it?"

" I just want everything to end. Maybe, this will not stop the pain and I will not be better after this. But, I want to do it"

" Do what?"

" End this with him. Make him suffer and make him feel the guilt. I want to do bad things to him for leading me on, but I can't"

" Stupid twin brother of mine"

" Shut up. Let's go, or I'll leave you behind"

" Oi!!! Wait!!!"

" Tch. Slow poke"

" Shut yer trap! But, answer me honestly. Do you really want to give up?"

" Who said I'm giving up?"

" Eh?!!! But, you said you'll end your relationship with Captain"

" I'll end this selfish desire of mine. I'll let him go for now, but it doesn't mean I'm already giving up. I'll become strong. Strong enough to fight for him and strong enough to become a man who suits him"

" W–woooow........."

" What?!"

" Are you really my brother?"

" Huh?! What the fuck are you saying?"

" It's just..... my brother told me his real feelings. I feel like crying"

" Stupid Tsumu"

As Osamu left the blonde haired guy behind, he smiled gently and shook his head.

╭☞ 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆

" Kita-san, can we talk for a few minutes?"

" O-osamu?!!!"

" Hey, Osamu you finally showed up!!"

" You've gone so long!!"

" Sorry about that. So, Kita-san???"

" Oh yeah! Sure, let's talk outside"

" Osamu–"

" Kita-san–"

" Ah? Go ahead"

" Kita-san, i love you"

" Osamu, I already told–"

" I know and you don't need to say it again. I'm here to say something"

" What is it?"

" I'm ending this."

" P-pardon?"

" I said, I'm ending this"

" Oh? w-why?"

" You only agreed because of my stubbornness and selfishness, also I realized what you really want me to do. You want me to love volleyball again, right? It only means one thing, you want the old me. So, I'm ending this"

" A-are you giving up on m-me?"

" No. I love you and I'll never give up on you. But you're right, I think it's a best idea if I'll learn how to love, protect and appreciate myself first. I know I'm selfish for asking you this but can you please don't forget about me? About everything we did and everything we shared with each other"

" O-osamu, I–"

" Also, if it's possible. Can you please always think of me? Like how I always think of you. It will give me peace and satisfaction knowing that I also have an effect on you even just a little"

" Osamu, you know I can't do–"

" Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot"

" That's fine"

" Then, please for one last time"

" What is it?"

" Tell it to me"

" I can't"

" Just this time, please?"

" Osamu, I can't"

Kita felt his eyes becomes watery, he tried to stop it by closing his eyes but it'll only make his tears dropped. Osamu, looked at him with a genuine smile flustered on his face. Trying to hold back his tears, and trying to show how strong he is emotionally.

" Kita-san, I want to hear it. Even if it's not real"

" Osamu..."

" I'm begging you, please"

" I—"

" hmmm?"

" I- I love you"

" I love you too, Kita-san"

Kita looked at him, guilt was written all over his face. He wants to turn back the time and make everything's right, but it's already late and he knows it well more than anyone else.

" Thank you, Kita-san"

" Hey–"

" Goodbye"

╭☞ 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆

" Captain, are you sure about this?"

" I hurt him, Atsumu"

" So? He already told you, right? He just wants to become the right man for you"

" Even though he'll do it, I'm not perfect for him"

" He WANTS to be BETTER and not to be perfect. What the fuck is wrong with you?!!! My twin is doing his best just for you and you're here planning to leave him alone, TO LEAVE US ALONE?!!!"

" I can't bare to stand this. He is being more shallow than before and you know who's the reason for him to be like that!"

" I know. I also know the reason why my twin is seeing a psychiatrist lately! But did I ever blame you?! Did Samu blame you?! No! We didn't blame you especially Samu, why?! BECAUSE YOU'RE SPECIAL FOR US ESPECIALLY FOR MY TWIN!"

" Atsumu, I'm doing this for him! I want him to be better and I know he will not be better if he will still see me"

" So, you came up with a decision to leave us?"

" Atsumu, understand my decision"

" No, Captain. I can't understand your decision. This decision of yours only benefits you, this 𝘪𝘴 for your selfishness and not for my twin"

" Atsumu??!!!!"

" You're good now. Is there something you're doing lately?"

" Nothing. I only reminded myself about the things I will do after I got better"

" Really? Then, I think you did a good job"

" You can control your feelings now, especially you𝘳 anger and greed issues"

" Thank you so much"

" Always welcome. I hope the person that's waiting for you will be happy about your improvement"

" Yeah!!"

Osamu bowed one more time before he left the office and walked towards his car. When he got inside, his phone buzzed. He saw that the message is from Atsumu. He opened the message and read it. For some unknown reason, his world crumbled once again.

╭☞ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈

" 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

" 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸"

" 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

" 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?"

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯"

" 𝘐 –"

" 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

" 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺"

" 𝘏𝘢? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺?"

" 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦"

" 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 –"

" FUCK THIS LIFE!!!!!"

" Osamu, please calm down"

" WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME?!!!"

" Osamu, please– Atsumu!! Come here and help me here!!"

" Suna, am I not worth it?"

" Osamu? What are you saying?"

" Why can't you answer me?"

" It's because–"

" It's because you're worth it, but Captain didn't realize your worth. And Kita-san didn't deserve you"

" Atsumu!!!!"

" I'm just telling the truth. And Osamu knows it well more than anyone else"

╭☞ 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆? 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎��?

" Samu, are you here?"

" I'm not here"

" Tch. So funny!"

" What are you doing here?"

" Oh well......."

" You'll steal some onigiris again?"

" Hey! I'm not stealing, you gave it for FREE~"

" It's not free, you're using our twin status to blackmail me"

" Hey!!! I'm not!! Why are you bullying me?"

" Don't pout, Tsumu. You look like a lost duck"

" That's– hey!! Don't laugh, Suna!!"

" W-what? I'm not laughing"

" You're lying"

" No–"

" Leave my store, you disgusting love birds"

" Whatever, bitter onigiri man!"

" What the–?!!"

" Btw, before the both of you start to fight. I need to tell you something"

" What is it?"

" There will be a reunion for our Highschool's volleyball team"

" Ehhhh???"

" Does that mean???"

" I don't think we will see him there. He said he's not going to come back again, though"

" Yeah– sorry"

" Samu....."

╭☞ 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔

" Ahhh- Stop it, Suna. Stop dragging me! "

" Come with me, Osamu!!!"

" What?! I'm busy with the store"

" We will just going to watch Atsumu's practice match"

" If you want to watch him, then go by yourself. You're breaking my arm, Rintarou!"

" Not gonna let you go! I forgot my car and I'm lazy to take a train"

" The heck?!! You just want me to be your personal driver"

" Please?"

" Shut up! Wait for me outside, I'll just close the store"

" Yay!"

Osamu did what he said, and after that he took Suna to his brother's practice match. Suna asked him to stay and watch with him but he refused and drives his car.

" I think, I'll visit that place for now"

He turned back and drove to the place where he can find peace. It became his escapade, the place where he took his first love for their first date. That place is the biggest cherry blossom tree at the park near their school.

╭☞ 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆? 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆

Osamu parked his car and walked towards the tree. It's already spring, so the scene of the cherry blossoms dancing with wind puts him at ease.

" This place never changed"

" 𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬?"

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨"

" 𝘌𝘩?"

" 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥"

" 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯?"

" 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘶?"

" 𝘠𝘦𝘴?"

" 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

" 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳"

" 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. "

" 𝘞𝘩𝘺?"

" 𝘞𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 his nephew. "

"𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯??"

" 𝘠𝘦– 𝘰𝘪! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦?!"

" 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦"

" 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦"

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦"

" 𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺?"

" 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥?"

" 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦."

" 𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯?"

" 𝘠𝘦𝘴?"

" 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

" 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸"

╭☞ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅

" Stupid of me to reminisce about the past"

" He will not going to come back"

" How I wish I can turn back the time"

As Osamu watching the beautiful scenery in his front. An unknown guy noticed him and studied his features. The man realized who he is, he wanted to turned back but someone tugged him at his hand and pulls him closer to the tree where Osamu is standing and crying silently.

╭☞ 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏? 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

" Am I being greedy again, If I wish to see you one more time?"

" I miss you so much, and even though years have been passed. You're the only one I love"

" Kita-san, one more time. Let me love you one more time. Let me see you one more time. Let me feel you one more time. One more time, take me back to you"

" One more time, please. I'm asking for another chance. Let me..... Let me make things right. I'm begging you, please. "

Osamu plead loudly, he knows that the Almighty granting his wishes is impossible. So, he hoped. He hoped that a miracle will happened. He wiped his tears away and turned around, ready to leave, when someone bumped at him.

╭☞ 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

" Oh, I'm so sor–"

" I'm sorry, Mr. I'm not looking at where I'm going"

" No. It's okay. I'm sorry too, little one. I hope you are okay"

" Yep! I'm totally fine. I'm strong and already a woman, so I won't cry just because of that"

Osamu looked at the little girl in front of him and chuckles lightly. He pulled a candy from his pocket and gave it to the young girl. The girl thanked him and she happily ate it. Osamu smiled and ruffled her hairs.

" What is your name, little woman?"

" My name is Bara, how about you?"

" I'm Osamu. It's nice meeting you, little woman"

" Nice to meet you too, Osamu-san"

The girl smiled at him genuinely and for some strange reason, his heart started to beats fast. He gasped for air and averted his gaze from the girl when a silhouette of a man captured his eyes. It was running towards him and the longer he looked at the silhouette, the more his mind remembered who's the owner of it. When the man who owns the silhouette stopped in front of him, his world stopped and his heart beats faster. He looked at the man in front of him with wide eyes.

" 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦?"

" 𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

" 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦..... 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦"

╭☞ 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕

" Kita-san?"

" Samu?"

"What are you doing here?"

" I should be the one asking you that. What are you doing here? I thought you are in America.."

" Samu, about that, I–"

" Papa? Who is he?

" What? P-papa??"

" Samu, I can explain."

— 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅 —

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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me trying not to smile from the fanfic i just read

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renardiererin · 10 months

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just thinking about if rintarou suna had a dick piercing. he’ll have you folded in a mating press, legs on his shoulders, his dick hitting the gummy spot inside your cute little pussy… and the cold metal of the piercing hitting against your gspot. it’s essentially temperature play with how he’s using your dripping cunt to amuse himself. flicking your sensitive interior crevices with the cool metal, watching and laughing with his tongue pistoning out and in of you. giggling when your stomach clenches, when your back arches, etc.

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byunbqbes · 1 year

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!

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sleepyxxhead · 7 months

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༉‧₊˚. 09/27/23!!

SYNOPSIS: it’s tsukishima’s birthday!

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

CONTENT: no warnings!

GENRES: fluff

CHARACTERS: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

NOTES: yayyy my fav dino lover :) he’s 27 today! here’s a small drabble for his bday!!

Tsukishima woke up to the sweet scent of strawberries tickling his nose.

As well as an unfamiliar feeling. His side of the bed sunk just a little bit more than usual; he was just a little bit colder. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, trying to sort through sleepy thoughts in order to figure out what was wrong.

As he opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, he realized that you weren’t in your usual spot tucked in his arms.

He slowly came to sit up, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table. “Y/N?” he rasped.

Tsukishima heard a small rustle. A few moments later, you stuck your head through the doorframe. “Kei! You’re awake!” You strode to his side of the bed, cupping your hands around his cheeks. “Happy birthday!”

You leaned down to kiss him, rubbing his cheek with your finger. “I made you some cake!” you grinned, grabbing his hand.

After leading him to the kitchen, Tsukishima found the room adorned with dinosaur-themed decor. On the kitchen table, there was a small cake with white frosting and a pink border lined with strawberries. As he stepped closer, he could make out a small T-rex frosted on top with a pink party hat as well as neat, pink letters that read “Happy Birthday Kei! 27!”

“Ta-da! Strawberry shortcake, your favorite!” you beamed.

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Thank you, Love.”

You only smiled in response before grabbing a kitchen knife to cut the cake. “Would you do the honors?”

Tsukishima took the knife in his hands, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the handle. He cut the cake into 6 slices, plating 2 of them to eat for breakfast. As the two of you sat down at the table, you told him about the lunch plans you had made with his old volleyball teammates. He only nodded in response, mouth stuffed full of the sweet cake you had made for him.

NOTES: fdksajf;ldks I ALWAYS DO BDAYS SO LATE AND I’M ALWAYS MISSING BDAYS I HONESTLY JUST HAVE TO SET REMINDERS AND SHIT

ANYWAYS IT’S NOT TSUKKI’S BIRTHDAY IN JAPAN ANYMORE FDSJKA literally crying

have a nice day cutie <33

dividers: @cafekitsune

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your-local-baguette · 6 months

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hello lovely, could i request some headcannons for a hockeyplayer!short!reader x sugawara, hinata and nishinoya (separately)? no one writes for hockey girls :(

love your work （人´∀`*）

Yea sure! Just a warning, i know nothing about hockey so pls pardon my lack of knowledge on this 🥹

Sugawara ( encouraging you in a match + hugs)

Litterally the loudest, he is giving it his all to encourage you and to keep up. He is alway there, alway there to encourage you while you're on the ice. Whenever you meet up after a match or even pratice, he gives you a big hug, wether your sweaty or not. Even if you beg him to let you go shower before hugs, he shall not let go.

Hinata ( walking home after a match/pratice)

He has litteral stars in his eyes, he's swinging his arms around and saying like:

That was so cool! You went like swoosh and paff!

How did you do that! You went like swish and you scored!

He always has the biggest smile and also alway there. Litterally an Angel, don't even try to deny it. This little red head loves to encourage you or shout at you during a match.

Nishinoya( embarrassing you and talking about hockey)

He's the kind of boyfriend to shout embarrassing nicknames in the middle of a game and tries to embarrass you. Although he does that, he is actually invested in your hobby and looooves to talk about it. He always has a big smile and ruffles your head after a match or pratice, messing up your hair more than it already was.

#welovenishinoya

Also, he tried to learn, but the second he stepped on the ice, he slipped and decided to keep on shouting embarrassing nicknames.

So short but hope you enjoyed also live love laugh hockey girls. Bet you're awesome.

#hq #haikyu fanfiction #haikyu fanfic #haikyu #haikyuu #hockey #hockey girls #nishinoya x reader #sugawara x reader #Hinata x reader #idk what to tag

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kenthoe · 2 years

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fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

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hxltic · 1 year

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“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

It was actually a really awkward conversation in the kitchen of his apartment. The fresh toast sizzled against your fingers as you removed it from the toaster, the sun shined bright through his black curtains without quit, and because it was in his disposition to be up ungodly hours, you incorrectly assumed he’d hibernate in his room so you planned to head to your friend’s house for breakfast in a full face and clothes you never wore. Or technically, a full face and clothes you only wore out to places you cared about. Otherwise, you didn’t really dress to impress.

500 FOLLOWERS?!

Footsteps sounded from afar and you retrieved the jelly from the fridge mindlessly.

“Where we going?”

Kenma taunted from his seat found on the island stool. You assumed he’d just woken up, accompanied with doing his daily hygiene because his soft voice still had the slightest rasp to it.

“We?” You jokingly snapped back. Kenma scoffed lightheartedly at you. The refrigerator door closed with a slight push, and Kenma sighed to where he could ask again. Some almost fully black stands came to fall in front of his face as he leaned forward on the cold, stone counter and his hair was pulled into a small ponytail, nothing left of the noticeable blonde but disproportional ends that fall into his large hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

You grab the plate but forget the juice for the morning. Back you go to the fridge almost in a rush.

“I’m going to a friend’s for breakfast, it’s this party thing she hosts every year,” you explain. “Almost like a friendsgiving. She takes it suuuuper serious.”

The juice is in one hand, a random cup in another. You twist around to pour the liquid on the island instead of the main countertop so you could engage in quick conversation with Kenma. As he got older he’s become more expressive and outgoing, just willingly reserved. He has, however, become a handful; and having lived with him, you’ve seen him take shots like a champ. You see his aloofness dissolve, his eyebrow coming up the slightest bit.

“And you’re eating breakfast before going to eat breakfast?” He slowed the pace of his words around the end of the sentence like he was judging you.

“I have to eat in the morning still, or I’ll pass out before I even get there Kenma! I’m kinda a little late though so you can heckle me when I get back.”

“Uhuh…”

Kenma hummed in response with an inconspicuous smirk on his face. You wouldn’t have even seen it if it weren’t for you waiting to see his reaction of your flawless vocabulary. He was however, changing his position to leaning back in the chair, already staring you incredulously. It was somewhat close to a manspread, his hands were tucked into the hoodie pockets, and the sight was way too much for you to handle this early in the morning.

So, you turned around to tend to your idle plate with jelly-less toast on it. You didn’t like Kenma specifically, persay, you would’ve liked it if any boy looked at you like that. Yeah. Don’t think too much about it.

Anyway, with the slide of a drawer you withdrew the knife and got to work. Unbeknownst to you, Kenma had not taken his eyes off your body. Your hair was still slightly wet but it made it easier for you to style. It was up. The backless halter top you wore was connected only by a string at your nape, and it left skin between that and your skinny jeans that fell down to your open toe, clear strap heels. You were dressed perfect for the summer occasion of a girls day out. And he was absolutely sulking in it.

“You look good.”

You hate the slight pause in your actions. You hate the way you had to question if he was talking to you or not, even if you were the only one in the house. You hate that you refuse to turn around to him. You hate the giddy smile that decorated your face. You hate that you had to cover up how everything you hated affected you, so you say “Thank you; flatter me more.”

He just outwardly chuckled, and ended with a “Maybe.” He starts again, “Hey is this who you were on the phone with last night? Who’s at the party I mean.”

“Hm?” Your chin did lead over your shoulder at this. “Yes actually, I’m surprised I’m up as early as I am considering she kept me up all night.” You resume.

“Tell her I said she should break up with him.”

You agree, “I will; she definitely needs to hear it.”

…

Suddenly, you snap your head back around quick enough to give you whiplash. You don’t get embarrassed easily, but you had to be blushing like a bitch.

This time Kenma’s smirk was very noticeable. You blink warily at him.

“Ken… how much did you hear?” Your voice was soft with curiosity mixed and thrown into fear. He just shrugged casually and quickly switched to an innocent façade. One thing you learned about him over the years: he has a badass poker face. And he’s a dick.

Such a dick, in fact, that after reassuring “I wasn’t eavesdropping so I didn’t hear much,” he let you take deep breaths of relief and turn back around to lather your second piece of toast. You felt the golden, low, cat-like eyes burning through the back of your head—so with indecision and obscurity—you looked over your shoulder again. He wore a shit eating grin.

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

“You fucking liar! You heard all of it!!”

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

“I did hear all of it actually; but pushing that aside, why do I feel like I’ve never heard you say some of the words you said?” He tilts his head to the side, completely dismissing you.

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

This made you stop. You found him unbelievable, and you’d never admit what hearing him say pussy does to your mind, but his head was sideways in pure amusement like he was waiting on you to do it.

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

“Pussy,” you finally repeated. After lingering in the air a bit Kenma’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back to diminish into laughter.

“Kenmaaa.” You groaned loudly. He only laughed harder. “What all did you hear? Seriously!”

He calmed down to just a grin and ushered you to be as well with the palm of his hand.

“Okay okay—mainly the part where she explains how she hates the guy because she feels like he ignores her and has never made her cum—plus some other stuff, blah blah, that’s basically it,” He rambles.

It was your turn for your eyes to run wide, so in astonishment that your body couldn’t even address the other words that rolled out his mouth so easy. “I don’t want basically, I want all of it,” you declare.

“There’s not much more unless you’re including all the other dumb shit he did? Like how he told his friends she did something even if she didn’t, and she felt invalidated about it. I have amazing input on these types of situations by the way.”

Kenma was saying all this without any negative emotion, relaying it to you with normalcy. “The only thing after that was about yourself.”

You roll your eyes, but bingo. So he did hear it. He heard what you didn’t want him to. Your face may have dropped a tiny bit.

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

“—never squirted?” He finishes. Your chest tightened a little, and your face was red with what was anger transforming into something else. His ordinary apathetic gaze was locked on yours for a tiny moment, so you made it your responsibility to look away and grab your food.

“Gotta go now, I’m already late.” You swiftly unhooked the keys from the wall and opened the door. It wasn’t his fault he heard (because to be honest you two weren’t the quietest last night during your girl talk), but just now the fact that he knew upset you. Your best friend made it seem so easy, like she does it all the time, and it just made you seem like you were missing out how she explained it.

However, on your way out, Kenma did call for you from the kitchen. “Not everyone can do it,” He said. It was reassurance, you assume, but it didn’t really come off as such. He then says (more to himself you also assume), “Not everyone can make you do it either.”

This sat with you the whole breakfast/brunch party, champagne being passed around like candy but nothing could stop you from thinking about it. Of course it being a whole room of the closest friends, she re-explained last night’s gossip, the effects hitting you again as your friends chimed in on the situation. Was it really as good as they say?

——•——

You unlocked the house door, the apartment dim and quiet. It was around four now, you weren’t completely sober, and your heels clacked along the tile.

Dropping your arm to sit your purse on the counter and hang the keys, you undo a single strap and slip the shoes off. You carry them in your hand for the journey to your room.

Of course before you can reach your door, there’s Kenma’s slightly cracked open one to remind you of what he said. Not everyone can make you do it either.

What does that even mean; can’t you do it alone? Do you need someone else for it?

You weren’t dumb and at least knew what he was implying. It was an offer. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you’re just horny. Either way you find yourself stopped in front of the entrance to his room. You don’t bother to knock, it falls open with a slight push of your free hand.

Kenma resides at his setup, on his phone, the mic wrapped around his neck. The few moving lights in his room softly radiated from his pc, making him appear to be different strong shades of red and orange depending on when you looked. He didn’t seem to be streaming. Or he could be—he isn’t the nicest to his viewers.

He casts you a glance past his hair but dismisses your presence. You don’t really ever come into his room except to just grab something and go, usually a hair product.

You take a few steps inside. Then, you leisurely drop the heels at his bedside so he finally acknowledges your company.

“Ken?” Your delicate voice breaks the silence of the outside, completely unsure if there was music running through his headphones.

He clicks his phone off so you have his full attention.

“What’s up? How was it?”

You continued taking slow steps forward, with only one thing on your mind. And it wasn’t the party. “It was okay.”

Kenma surveys how you have yet to halt, inching closer and closer to him. It only took a slight examination of your face to see the solemnity. Blankness. He stands up from his seat and removes the headset from himself in concern before you can get any closer.

“You sure? You don’t look—“

“—Kenma. What did you say earlier?” You whisper. He was now directly in front of you.

He pauses for a second and his face converts to disbelief. “Are we still talking about the squirt thing?” He smiles mischievously, “I was just letting you know not to worry about it so much.”

You hate that word. It’s so gross sounding, so vulgar. But you can’t bring yourself to get him to stop saying it.

“Well I have been, so what happens now?” You peer strangely at each other, both acutely aware of where this was going.

“And you’re coming to me for this, why?” The ravenette taunts. He knew exactly why you were in his room right now, the curiosity having ate away at you all day. Like an itch that won’t go. You’ve gotta give in if this’ll go anywhere.

“Well you seem to know a lot about it…” you fumble with your bracelet nervously. You’ve gotten this far. “Could you…maybe help me?”

Kenma makes no sudden movements. He scans you suspiciously. A slight flush of red may have spread across your cheeks, but the darkness around you was protective. Hearing it actually come out of your mouth was a whole different story than imagining it.

“You want me to make you squirt?” He confirmed.

You may have physically cringed at that sentence because his hands find his sweat pockets in a ‘you said it not me’ manner.

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

With this he turned on his heel, stepped away, and sat in his gaming chair again. You stood there blankly, unaware of what to do. “Come here.”

You follow him to his setup. He sighs because he could see how uncomfortable you were.

“What usually do you do to get off?” He questions. He twists you around by your hips, your back facing him.

“Uh…It’s just kinda alone in my room I guess. I use my fingers usually.” You tried to keep your voice low enough to cure your embarrassment. Kenma, however, seemed to be doing this with ease. In fact, as he was asking you questions, he massaged your hips and waist soothingly.

“Is that it? You don’t watch or think about anything?”

You turn your head, “No. Am I supposed to?”

“I mean it’s not mandatory but you gotta think about something.”

“Whatever. Jeez, Kenma just say you think about me already.” You quip. Whatever he was doing was working, you were loosening up.

“Only when I’m about to cum. How do you like to be talked to?”

What?

You weren’t even going to ask about it. It was probably a joke anyway.

A moment of processing silence passed. “I don’t really know how I like to be talked to. Guys have tried to praise or degrade me but it never worked, so I just assumed I didn’t like the talk at all.”

He tugs on the shirt string at your neck. He watches you tense up at the action, so he rubs your trap in slow, circular motions instead. “If I say I like to be praised, all they do is say ‘good girl’ over and over. Gets kinda boring you know?” Is this you venting to Kenma about your boring sex life? Of course. You mess with your nails as you face away from him. Not for long though, because he turns you around.

“This is what I meant by not everyone can make you do it. Only you can guarantee yourself the highest pleasure 100% of the time,” Kenma drags you by your belt loops so you fall into the chair against him, “and me.”

He was so close now, your knees sliding under the chair arm. His breath could be felt on your skin and his hands were still pawing at your waist to glide up your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to put your full weight on him. However, he pulls you down anyway, and manually places your hands along his clothed chest so you could calm down. That was all he wanted from you right now. To relax and to take deep breaths.

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

“Yeah, but you said you don’t like to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“So should I warn you about how hard you make me dressed up like that?”

You moderately gasped at the comment placed right into your collarbone. You pressed down a tiny bit farther to see if you could feel it. You could. His breath fanned against your body and airy kisses lead.

You wonder where all of Kenma’s shyness over the years went because now you would never have guessed him to be like this. The friction fuels him to push you more.

Kenma could go on and on about these random intrusive thoughts he only gets at night—the only time where you seem to engulf his brain. Living with you over the years has been fine with zero temptation, but recently, it’s been like a hormone specifically for you snapped in his body. He feels the way you roll your hips the smallest bit for yourself. You liked the talk, just not the guys.

Soft fingers pull on a single string near your hair, releasing your breasts from the top as the fabric folded downwards between the two of you.

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