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vixensbrainrotts · 3 months

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Committed to you - Manjiro >Mikey< Sano

(part two)

Idea/ prompt: Mikey from the last timeline who wants to propose to us but has no idea how to ask so he ask advices from draken and emma

Vixen's two cents: Hi. I know ive been gone for like 2 weeks, I dont know why but it's been hard writing lately. anyway, thanks a million to @anahryal for giving me this idea whilst I was in the pits of my writers block!!! thanks girl, I can't tell you how much this helped. anyway, REQUESTS ARE OPEN and I advise you to use them! now please enjoy my revival piece!

Mikey has thought every possible thought he could have. He had run through every possible situation, every possible outcome, every possible setting, but damnit why was this so hard? He couldn’t do it. Not for the life of him.

He had browsed millions of travel blogs, pondering about every possible spot on earth to take you for the occasion. He had woken in and out of more jewelry stores in the past month than he had ever in his entire life. He had specifically stood in corner stores, reading the wedding catalogues in the magazine section trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.

None of it helped.

Manjiro wanted it so bad. So so very bad. Every white dress he walked by, he envisioned you in it. Every bakery shop he passed, his eyes flitted up and down the fancy display cakes, pondering whether or not it would be good enough. Any time he woke up next to you, every time he joined you in the shower, every time he watched you cook, the urge to sink to one knee overtook him.

He knew he couldn’t make it that simple though. It was too domestic for him, so little of a gesture. He wanted you to know that he loved you, that he would bring you the moon if you wanted it. He needed you to see just how much he appreciates you for sticking with him through everything, and for that he needs a grand gesture.

However it seemed that nothing he could think of was quite big enough, quite meaningful enough, quite heartfelt enough. He was at the end of his wits. For one and a half months- seven weeks he had been fighting this battle alone.

He had made some progress in that time, having picked the ring because when he picked it up he just felt that this was the one. It was a niche store, and he was initially appalled by the average price of the rings, but decided, ah what the fuck? and entered the store for mostly shits and giggles. He was greeted by an expensive looking elderly gentleman who donned a monocle and silk gloves, clearly the clerk, and clearly an expert. He had the longest, most engaging talk with the man, explaining his situation and his frustrations, to which the man nodded understandingly and told of his own story and experience with marigge.

Seven long weeks he had kept it a secret from everyone, and now he couldn’t take it anymore.

He was just about to throw the towel on this whole thing and say fuck it and give up on this whole marriage thing and just accept that he would never make it, when he remembered that he didnt have to be alone in this. Not at all matter of fact. His best friend married his sister after all. If Ken could do it with the pressure of Shinichiro, Izana AND Mikey breathing down his neck, then surely he could do it too, right?

You were out on a girls night with Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha. Emma would have tagged along normally too, but with the addition of a new-born baby, she decided that it would be best to sit out this time. Either way you were out of the house for the night, and Mikey was left to his own devices. You had left him with a kiss and a home-cooked meal (which he felt bad about leaving behind so he completely stuffed himself before coming here) before he gave Ken a quick heads up over the phone that he was coming over with a VERY important problem.

Thats how he found himself here. Standing in the Kitchen of Emma and Ken‘s flat, hands perched on the counter, looking down at the surface, face in a deep frown. „What’s goin on? What’s the problem?“ Ken asks roughly, leaned on the refrigerator as he eyed his friend. Mikey didnt really respond though.

„What problem?“ Emma‘s voice was hushed as she entered through the kitchen door, pulling the door shut behind her, probably for the sake of the baby. „I dont know.“ Ken responded, rubbing his eyebrows „Ask your brother.“ he sighed as he gestured to Mikey who was still staring down the counter.

“Mikey?!” Emma sounded confused and a little concerned as she turned to look at him, eyes flitting between her brother and her husband. “Did you know he was coming over?”

Ken nodded wordlessly. “Said he needs our help about something.” Emma’s head tilted in question but accepted the fact. “What’s up Mikey?” She asked, approaching him and joining Draken at the other side of the counter.

Mikey didn’t say anything though, instead reaching into his pocket and producing a small, black, silk-encased box. He dropped it onto the table and looked up at the couple in desperation. “How do I do it?”

Ken gasped and felt his lips tug into a smile, happy that finally, finally Mikey was wiping you up (he had told him to do so since they were teens).

Emma slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a silent scream, beginning to voice up and down on excitement as she realized- her brother was marrying you! She thanked the gods that Mikey fell in love with you because there was no better in-law than her Soulsister.

“Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness Mikey! I’m so happy for you! Can I see? Wow! Oh my god Ken are you seeing this!? He’s proposing! Ah I’m so glad!” Mikey nodded in response and let Emma pick up the box and crack it open, revealing the beautiful white-gold wedding band, encrusted with more diamonds than she could count. Notably, one large diamond sat in the middle of the ring, flanked by two smaller diamonds on each side.

“Oh.” Emma breathed. “Ken why didn’t you ask Manjiro for help when picking my ring?” Emma sounded slightly offended as she spoke, glaring down at the ring.

“Nah nah, don’t get it twisted girl. You told me what ring you wanted, I didn’t have much picking liberty other than the price.” Ken waved his hands in dismissal, brushing off her accusations with a grin still wide on his face. He made his way over to Mikey and clapped a hand on his shoulder, congratulating him for the occasion.

“Good on you man! Finally givin it the push, hah?” Ken was smiling as he searched for Mikey’s eyes, but he didn’t look up. “What’s up with the long face? You’re about to propose dude, you should be over the moon!”

Mikey sighed and shook his head. “I’ve been trying to propose to her for months. Months Ken. I can’t do it. It’s never right.”

The couple halted their celebrations and turned to look at Mikey again, Emma putting down the dainty box as her looks turns to one of concern. “What do you mean?” She fingered at the box as she leaned across the counter.

“It’s… i don’t know. Ken made it look so easy when he proposed to you, and Pah-chin was even more mindless about it! I really want to. I really do, but every time I get close, I chicken out because I get scared or because something isn’t right, and I’m starting to think that it’s better if I just… don’t.” Mikey sighed and cradled his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the counter.

Emma and Ken shared a look, a wordless exchange of worry and empathy. "What kind of proposal were you thinking of? Big? Small? Public? Private?" Emma started, hand rubbing soothingly across her brother's back.

"Big." Mikey mumbled into his hands, remaining hunched over the counter. "Big and public. I wanna make sure that everyone knows, everyone sees, I want them all to know. want them to know how much I love her."

Emma's eyes softened and she suppressed a smile, because all in all, it was cute. She had always known her brother to be big and strong, undefeatable, and most of all unwaverable. Mikey always put up the strong front when really, he was hurt. Vulnerability wasn't something that she was used to seeing from him, which made this moment all the more special.

"Do you want to go somewhere with her?" Ken steps in and asks, an idea arising. Mikey only grunts, a noise of agreement sounding through the room. "Do you know what kind of places she likes?" Ken continues.

Mikey's head slowly raises from the position on the table and he stares forward at the refrigerator. "Europe."

Emma and Ken looked at one another again, sensing that they were getting somewhere. "Then take her on Vacation. You both have that long shared break coming up, don't you? Travel through Europe and when it feels right, ask!" Ken said.

"How do I know when it feels right, though? What if it's not the moment?" Mikey asks, still not entirely convinced. "You'll know. I promise you, you'll know. I knew too and I didn't think I had the stuff to ever get married." Ken reassures again, and this time the two share eye contact, and it takes Draken a lot not to tear up.

Draken took a moment in his mind to look at Mikey. He had stuck by his side since they were kids, through thick and thin it's always been the two if them against the world. And now as he looked at Manjiro he no longer saw the unmatchable delinquent he saw ten years ago, but rather a distinguished person with complex thoughts and emotions. He saw a man that felt, a man that cared and a man that loved in front of him, and he couldn't be prouder.

Ken nodded at Mikey, and Mikey nodded back at him. "Yeah. She'll love it! Thanks, I'll do that! Gosh I don't know what id do without you two.."

"Oh, please propose to her in front of the Eifel Tower! Or the Coliseum! Or on some romantic Bridge in Venice!" Emma swooned and held her hands over her chest, hearts in her eyes.

Mikey smiled at her and nodded again. "I'll try and film it if I can."

The rest of the evening was spent with the three of them checking about a thousand booking sites, mapping travel routes and destinations, and the occasional cacophony of laughter which led to a grumpy Ryuguji-baby. Manjiro couldn't wait to go with you, he thought as he sat on one of the armchairs, gently running a thumb over the silk box that sat pretty in his hand.

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fushisagi · 9 months

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love and all its cons

୨୧ ━━ ❛ it’s difficult for one to familiarize themselves with the mystery that is your and isagi’s relationship, something that significantly blurs the line between friends and lovers. ❜

word count ⋆ 7.2k (7,278) genre ⋆ fluff, secret established relationship, 5+1 ━ pro-football player!isagi, pro-volleyball player & gn!reader

after months of you and isagi sending each other shy smiles, yearning glances, and dancing around your feelings, bachira decides it’s time for him and the rest of the team to intervene. mission: get isagi a significant other is a go!

warnings ⋆ alcohol consumption, all characters are 20+, everyone is a little bit of an idiot and oblivious, (brief) jealous isagi, i snuck in hinata from haikyuu!! in here bc i love him sorry, that’s it i think lmk if i missed anything!

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Bachira immediately knows something’s wrong when Itoshi Rin of all people agrees with him.

The whole team is taken aback by it, too, showing their surprise with wide eyes and thinly veiled confusion. Towards the back, Reo opens up the news app on his phone, muttering about how Rin’s agreement must be some sort of bad omen, an indication that the world is ending.

“I’m sorry,” Chigiri starts, eyes narrowed, “did you just agree with Bachira? Like, willingly?”

Rin tsks, throwing all of them a look of annoyance. “Yes.”

“Are you sick or something?”

Reo finally makes his concern known, clutching his chest dramatically as he declares, “Oh, God. I really should’ve been a survivalist. Does anyone want to come to the store with me to buy non-perishables?”

Nagi sighs tiredly, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. “Reo, it’s too early for you to be overdramatic.”

“It is 5pm. Practice just ended.”

Nagi responds with a yawn.

Bachira snaps out of his daze with a shake of his head. He grabs onto Rin’s arm despite the boy growling at him to let go, and forces the team into a huddle with a conspiring smile on his face. They watch him warily; a grin like that could only mean trouble, and the last time Bachira managed to drag them into his shenanigans, they ended up being slandered on national television for breaking and entering.

(He had somehow convinced the entire team it would be funny to break into Ego’s house and scare him awake).

(It was not funny. Practices for the next three months were grueling).

“We should set them up together!” Bachira exclaims delightfully.

For a moment, nobody speaks. Then, everyone looks over to Kunigami who, just last week, had come to practice with a venomous bite in his words after going on a date with someone Bachira set him up with.

Almost immediately, everyone’s voices overlap as ideas are shut down and new ones are suggested, unaware of you and Isagi watching them with a mixture of amusement and confusion. While his teammates aren’t looking, Isagi presses a kiss to your cheek and grabs you by the wrist to the farthest side of the field, where the both of you can discuss your plans for dinner without worrying about someone hearing you.

“We should just lock them up in the supply closet,” Reo says.

Kunigami shakes his head. “That would be a disaster.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I just do.”

Zantetsu muses, “Should we send both of them flowers and sign the card so they’ll think they were the ones who sent it?”

Rin scrunches his nose. “I am not spending my money on those two idiots.”

Nagi huffs. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we just told them they like each other?”

Bachira waves him off. “No. There’s no fun in that.” Then, a lightbulb turns on, and he’s clapping his hands with the excitement of a child waking up on Christmas day. “Ah! We make the both of them jealous.”

“No,” Kunigami shuts the suggestion down with a frown on his face. “that’ll create misunderstandings—”

“Awww,” Bachira whines with a pout, “you’re no fun!”

Across the field, you watch the exchange with furrowed eyebrows as Isagi orders takeout on his phone. He follows your gaze, snickering when Reo reaches over to smack Zantetsu’s head but misses and hits Rin in the face instead. Even from here, you hear everyone shouting at each other as Rin attempts to smack Reo but ends up landing a hit on Chigiri when Reo quickly ducks out of the way.

“What the hell are they doing?” you mutter as Bachira tackles Nagi with a giggle.

Isagi shrugs unhelpfully. “Don’t know.”

Someone knocks Zantetsu’s glasses of his face, which results in him gasping loudly. The arguments don’t cease despite the fact that they’re now all on the ground, attacking each other with punches and kicks only meant to bruise.

“You’re friends with a bunch of idiots, babe.”

Isagi, ever the dramatic boyfriend, looks at you as if you’ve said something so incredibly hurtful. “Excuse me, you’re friends with them, too.”

“Yeah,” you say, wincing when Bachira jumps onto Kunigami’s back and starts ruffling his hair, “Yeah, unfortunately, I am.”

attempt one: bachira meguru & kunigami rensuke.

When Bachira tells Kunigami he’s planning on tricking the two of you into going on a date and watching from the sidelines, Kunigami feels he owes it to both you and Isagi to tag along, seeing as the last time he let Bachira meddle with someone’s love life (i.e. his), it ended with a chipped tooth and a trip to the dentist’s office.

(Bachira insists it’s not his fault Kunigami punched his date. Kunigami insists it is because there was absolutely no reason for Bachira to set the date up at a Five Nights at Freddy’s themed party).

This is how Kunigami finds himself lurking behind a blue van as you and Isagi walk across the parking lot, talking animatedly as you make your way towards the entrance of the arcade. Every now and then, Isagi checks his phone with annoyance and you glance at your watch with a frown.

Kunigami phone buzzes in his pocket. He already knows what the notification is before he sees it.

groupchat: blue lock!!! 🥳⚽️❤️‍🔥

isagi 🤓 > where r u guys?

Beside him, Bachira’s fingers dash across his keyboard.

bachira 🐝 > sorry! D: I won’t be able to make it 😣😓 > looks like it’s just you and y/n~~~ 😉😉😉

isagi 🤓 > ??? > what about the rest of the team

bachira 🐝 > they’re all sick unfortunately !! ):

At this point, you and Isagi have already made it to the doors. Kunigami is too far away to read Isagi’s expression, but he looks at you for a long moment, says something that makes you laugh, before he turns back to his phone.

isagi 🤓 > really?? ALL of you are sick???

bachira 🐝 > yep!

Bachira kicks Kunigami’s shin and gestures towards his phone. The taller boy sighs and begrudgingly sends a message to the groupchat.

kunigami 😵‍💫 > yeah > cough cough

Bachira hums approvingly before walking around the car and hastily making his way to the entrance. Kunigami is quick to follow, lowering his head and bending his knees in hopes to not attract any attention with his height.

Once they step inside, Kunigami is forced to lift his chin up as he searches the crowd for any sign of his friends.

“There they are!” Bachira declares excitedly, pointing to a large claw machine before dragging Kunigami to hide behind the pinball machine.

Isagi has one hand on the joystick and the other hovering over a red button, his tongue sticking out in concentration. He leans closer to the glass as the claw hovers over a blue plushie, and just as he pushes the button, you shove his other arm, causing the claw to move forward and come down at the same time. The claw, predictably, grabs onto nothing, causing Isagi to turn to you with a pout on his lips.

“Hey!” he whines, softening when your head meets his chest as your shoulders shake with laughter.

“I’m sorry,” you say in between giggles. When you look up at him, he tries his best to look unimpressed, but he can’t bite back the smile that blooms across his face. “I’m sorry, Yoichi, I really am, but you have to admit it was pretty funny.”

“And to think I was going to win that for you!”

You glance at him, unconvinced, and then to the Snorlax plushie staring back at the both of you. “Yeah, right. You were gonna keep that for yourself.”

It’s silent for two heartbeats before Isagi sighs. “Yeah, I was gonna keep it for myself.”

“You’re a terrible boyf—”

“Um, excuse me?”

Kunigami and Bachira jump in surprise, turning to face an exhausted employee. She has her arms crossed over her chest as she suspiciously looks between the pair of football players hiding behind an arcade game. Kunigami’s eyes widen in realization. He doesn’t exactly know what conclusion this woman has come to, but he knows that two men — with baseball caps on their heads, sunglasses on the bridge of their noses, and masks on their faces — lurking in the shadows of an arcade is bound raise a few eyebrows.

“Oh, hello!” Bachira greets with too much chirpiness for Kunigami’s liking, but he can tell his friend is nervous when Bachira glances at you and Isagi, who still — thankfully — haven’t looked over to the commotion by the pinball machines. “Sorry, we were just… waiting for our turn.”

The woman blinks. “You’ve been standing here doing nothing for five minutes. Nobody’s touched the pinball machine because they thought you guys were going to play.”

Kunigami scratches the back of his neck. “Well…”

He doesn’t continue.

The woman looks at them incredulously. “Well?”

Kunigami looks at Bachira, panicked, silently begging for help. Bachira blinks back up at him and shrugs.

Ever since he met Bachira Meguru, Kunigami swears years have been continuously removed from his lifespan.

“We can’t allow you guys to stay if you’re not going to play any games. It’s company policy.”

“Oh! Then we’ll just play! Um…” Kunigami trails off as he begins patting his pockets, eyebrows knitting together when he feels wrappers, his ID, house keys — everything but his wallet. He looks at Bachira. “I don’t have any money.”

“Well, don’t look at me! I don’t have any, either!”

Across from them, the woman sighs.

Kunigami’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. “What do you mean? You paid our taxi driver!”

Bachira nods. “Yes, but that was the last of my change.”

Kunigami’s eye twitches.

Over at the claw machine, you and Isagi have diverted your attention towards your friends. Your suspicion is written all over your face and Isagi, with a grin bright enough to rival the sun, has pulled out his phone to record.

“Is that…?”

Isagi snickers. “Yup.”

“I thought you said they were sick.”

“That’s what they told me,” Isagi explains, holding in his laughter as the employee politely asks Kunigami and Bachira to leave the vicinity. “But I think they’re just spying on us.”

Curiously, you ask, “Why would they do that?”

Isagi doesn’t respond. Instead, he ends the video and pulls up Blue Lock’s groupchat, which includes him and all his teammates. He scrolls up to a text from two nights ago.

bachira 🐝 > okay operation set isagi and y/n up is a GO!!!! :D 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 > does everyone remember their positions?!! 🫡

rin 😐 > Please shut the fuck up

attempt two: zantetsu tsurugi.

Zantetsu is stressed.

He’s been watching Isagi like a hawk ever since practice started, sticking to him like glue by never leaving his side. He follows Isagi when it’s time for drills, chats with him during break, and joins him to his trip to the water fountain. And yet, despite how much they’ve talked today, Isagi still has yet to mention the flowers.

Zantetsu’s learned the hard way that flowers are expensive, but he still sent two bouquets last night — one to your apartment and one to Isagi’s; he’d even gotten Bachira to sign the cards so it would look like you got the flowers for each other.

(When Reo said the forgery was awful, Zantetsu dismissed him with a roll of his eyes).

But Isagi hasn’t said a word about it. And, during the fifteen minutes you popped by, you didn’t say anything about it, either.

Zantetsu sits on the bench, close to pulling his hair out. On one side of him is Nagi, nonchalant as his thumbs dash across his phone screen; on the other side is Reo, who watches you and Isagi laugh with a look of disgust plastered across his face.

“I don’t get it,” Zantetsu groans, putting his head in his hands. “I checked with the florist six times.”

Reo snorts. “Are you sure you got their addresses right?”

“Yes! Look!” Zantetsu opens up his phone and scrolls through the digital receipt in his email. Reo looks over his shoulder and confirms the addresses with a grunt.

Nagi barely glances at his teammate’s screen before muttering, “Stupid Zantetsu.”

“What! but I did everything right!”

“Well, there’s no one else to blame,” Nagi drawls. “You’re the only one who bought the flowers.”

Zantetsu slips off the bench and lies down on the grass, muttering incoherent complaints while Nagi pays him no mind and Reo starts poking his side with the toe of his shoe.

(What Zantetsu doesn’t know, however, is that you did receive the flowers. Isagi had been at your apartment when you got the delivery and texted you that someone on the team had sent you daisies along with a card that badly resembled his signature).

(There is also the fact that Isagi spends more time at your apartment than he does at his. Five months after Zantetsu ordered the flowers, you and Isagi go to his home to pack up his things so he can officially move in with you, only to find a bouquet of dead roses on his doorstep).

attempt three: chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, & nagi seishiro.

Reo kind of likes the power that comes with playing God.

Ever since Kunigami and Bachira got kicked out of the arcade, Reo’s been plotting. He’s unlike his usual self — instead of bursting with energy, Reo comes to practice silent. He’s scrutinizing Isagi so much that the boy has started avoiding him; he’s been asking you random questions whenever you visit; under the guise of caring for his teammates, Reo has made a shared Google calendar and forced everyone to add their schedules to it (really, he’s just trying to see when Isagi is free so he can set this plan in motion).

And what Reo wants, Reo gets, and Chigiri shouldn’t have been surprised when Reo comes up to him with a 30-slide PowerPoint.

“Hear me out,” he’d said when Chigiri opened the door to his apartment. “I’m a fucking genius.”

Chigiri had no time to reply before Reo was letting himself in.

The party — a trap disguised in diamonds and alcohol, is what Reo refers to this as — is in full swing when Chigiri arrives, toeing off his shoes as he nods to familiar faces whose names he can’t quite remember and brushing off anyone who offers him a drink. He finds Nagi in the corner leaning against the wall, surprisingly off his phone, and staring at two people in the living room.

You and Isagi have taken the couch hostage. While there may be room for someone to sit, Chigiri can see why people don’t. Even from a few feet away, he feels as if he’s intruding when he watches Isagi stare up at you with his head in your lap and your fingers combing through his hair.

There is no way friends are this affectionate with each other.

Chigiri doesn’t have time to dwell before Bachira, who may as well be bouncing off the walls, swoops in to pull Isagi off your lap. He slowly rises, engulfed with sharp irritation that’s wiped away as soon as you place a hand on your shoulder and murmur a temporary farewell.

“They’re stupid,” Nagi mutters. Chigiri silently agrees.

It doesn’t take long for Reo to find them, hyper and euphoric, and Chigiri wonders if he’s either drunk off alcohol or adrenaline. He places a hand on both Chigiri and Nagi’s shoulders before declaring in true dramatic Mikage Reo fashion, “It’s game time.”

Nagi cringes. “But I’m too tired.”

“I gave you the easiest assignment!” Reo exclaims incredulously.

“Luring Isagi into your room sounds far from easy.”

“Would you rather be chasing after Y/N?”

Nagi frowns, glancing over at you. You’re strategically slipping through the crowd to avoid people you don’t want to speak to, politely giving them smiles before you disappear from sight. It’s almost as if the shadows are swallowing you whole and teleporting you to another area in the penthouse.

Nagi shakes his head and halfheartedly wishes Chigiri good luck before beginning his search for Isagi.

Chigiri sighs as Reo slaps him on the shoulder and pushes him out from his safe place against the wall, similar to that of a mother letting her child play in the playground. A rather chaotic, migraine-inducing playground.

With an annoyed huff, he begins walking the perimeters of the penthouse, scanning the crowd in hopes of finding you in your desperate attempts to vanish. He knows you find these rambunctious gatherings more bearable when you’re with Isagi; you may be friends with the entire team (one time he overheard Zantetsu saying you were one of his emergency contacts), but there is nothing that compares to your closeness with Isagi. People have tried and failed to puncture the bubble the two of you live in.

It’s difficult for one to familiarize themselves with the mystery that is your and Isagi’s relationship, something that significantly blurs the line between friends and lovers.

Chigiri may not be as observant as his other teammates, but he can spot love when he sees it. Especially if it is so ridiculously obvious that it might as well be as blinding as the sun.

He finds you in mere minutes — clearly not fast enough for Reo, who he knows is the culprit behind the continuous buzzing coming from his device. You’re in the kitchen, sitting atop a counter, nursing a glass of apple juice. When you see Chigiri in the doorway, you smile, though the tension in your body remains.

“Hi,” you greet. He makes his way towards you, swift but nonchalant. “Having fun?”

“A little. You?” At your grimace, he laughs. “You didn’t seem to be this miserable when I saw you with Isagi earlier.”

It’s bait, you know it’s bait. He expects you to brush it off with stammered words and wandering eyes but instead you shrug, hiding your smile behind the cup. If Chigiri is surprised at your silent admission, he doesn’t show it.

“Yeah, but he’s not here right now, so…”

Chigiri hums teasingly. “You two looked cozy on the couch.”

You snort, downing the rest of your juice before placing the cup in the sink beside you. “He was just telling me about how Zantetsu was trailing after him like a lost puppy yesterday at practice.”

Comparing Zantetsu’s behaviour to that of a puppy is pushing it, but Chigiri decides now isn’t the time to protest. He wonders if you’re aware about the flower mishap — or if you even received the flowers in the first place.

“Did you get flowers a few days ago?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah. It said they were from Yoichi.” Chigiri’s eyes widen, urging you to continue. Maybe, just maybe, he won’t have to resort to locking you in a room to deal with your feelings. “But the penmanship was so atrociously bad I assumed the bouquet was from Bachira.”

All hope disappears. It shows in the way Chigiri’s shoulders droop and the way he rubs his temples, missing your small, amused smirk.

“Okay,” Chigiri clasps his hands together with the type of determination you only see on the football field. “You’re hopeless.”

You scoff. “Excuse me?”

“I know where Isagi is,” Chigiri states instead of offering an explanation.

Getting you to follow him is easy enough. With childlike excitement, you jump off the counter and trail behind him with a smile on your face. There seems to be more energy and pep in your steps, and your smile is so wide Chigiri is surprised you’re able to keep it on your face without your cheeks hurting.

And this doesn’t even compare to how Isagi acts at the sole mention of you. Chigiri wonders if setting the two of you up is the best for his sanity; he’s not quite sure he’ll be able to handle such a chipper, lovesick Isagi everyday during practice.

But then he glances at his notifications, snorting at Nagi’s anguished messages to hurry up, because hearing Isagi talk about you is much worse than watching three cheesy Hallmark romcoms back to back. Perhaps, Chigiri thinks, it would be cruel to not push the two of you together. He can worry about the suffering he’ll have to endure in the future.

Once he’s led you to the end of the hallway where Reo and Nagi loiter just outside the guest room, you falter in your steps. The next few seconds are a flurry of confusion and snappy remarks, and the next thing you know, you’re shoved into a room and the door behind you is locked with an obnoxious click.

Isagi shoots up from where he was previously lying on the bed. “Thank God you’re here. I wasn’t sure if they were just going to leave me in here by myself.”

You sigh, making your way towards the bed. Isagi shuffles to make space for you. His hands find their home around your waist before he uses them to pull you against him.

You grumble as he nestles his face into the crook of your neck. “You were right.”

You feel him smirk against your skin. “Right about what?” he asks with faux perplexity.

“You know what.”

“Hm, I really don’t.”

You huff, flicking the back of his hand, and he responds with a laugh. “They’re trying to set us up.”

“Yeah, that much was obvious, babe.”

“I thought they already knew,” you say, meeting his gaze when he lifts his head up to meet yours.

“I thought we agreed to keep this a secret.”

“No, I know,” you say, but then you gesture towards the door, and add, with bewildered mirth, “but it’s not like we’re being very secretive. I thought they would have figured it out by now.”

Isagi guffaws and despite just how loud it is, you lean into his touch, yearning to hear it again. “Didn’t you say they were idiots?”

“I didn’t think they were this oblivious.”

“And to think that’s what they’re saying about us,” Isagi smiles but it turns serious as he places his chin on your shoulder. “But do you want to tell them?”

You want to say yes. When you first agreed to this secret relationship — to avoid pressing questions and people invading your privacy — sneaking around quickly became tiresome. And it still is, though you admit it’s nicer to interact with your boyfriend in the confines of your apartment and the stadium whenever you visit, away from any prying eyes that could twist every interaction. You feel the most comfortable with him there, away from the public eye, and you know he feels the same way.

However, it might be nice for your close friends to know.

But then you remember how, just last night, you and Isagi were huddled around his phone, laughing at the ridiculous plans his teammates have made in order to get you two alone together. It seems that they’ve forgotten that your boyfriend’s in the chat too, and their naivety has become newfound entertainment.

You’re curious to find out what else they have up their sleeves. When you look at Isagi, you know he shares the same sentiment.

He grins. “That’s settled, then. What do you think they’re going to do next?”

“Bachira seems very adamant about the jealousy plan.”

Isagi snorts. “I kind of want to see where he goes with that.”

Your eyes narrow. “Why?”

He pecks your nose. “Because you’re cute when you’re jealous. And it boosts my ego.” you scoff, but before you can even think about replying, Isagi says, “Hey, do you want to leave and make out in Reo’s room?”

“We’re locked in here,” you deadpan.

Isagi lets go of you and walks towards the door. He points at the doorknob with a wide grin on his face.

The room locks from both the inside and the out.

You let out a disappointed sigh.

Sometimes you worry that the next time you see Reo, he’s going to be swindled out of a million dollars.

attempt four: bachira meguru (again) ft. itoshi rin.

This really could be the best idea Bachira’s ever had — the thing is, though, nobody has the slightest ounce of faith in him. Which, if he’s being honest, is kind of offensive.

(So what if he and Kunigami got kicked out of the arcade a few days ago? Sometimes genius plans fail! It doesn’t mean Bachira’s lost his touch).

The team has found themselves at a gala, surrounded by athletes and sponsors alike in a large ballroom smelling of wealth and prestige. Caterers carrying trays of champagne flutes slip through the crowd with practiced ease, faces painted with polite smiles that do not waver despite the football team’s — read: Bachira and Zantetsu’s — overwhelming excitement.

Rin, who narrowly escaped a conversation with a bubbly volleyball player he barely remembers the name of, walks into a prison as worse as forced small-talk. With Bachira by his side, he scowls as the shorter boy starts unsubtly pointing towards you and Isagi, whispering amongst yourselves with reserved smiles and fond eyes.

“This is stupid,” Rin says monotonously when Bachira suggests that Rin should split you and Isagi apart.

“It’s not!” Bachira argues, growing annoyed at Rin’s apathy. “Tonight’s the best night to make one of ‘em jealous. Hey, what about I split them up and you make them jealous?”

Rin’s response is simple and curt, “No.”

Bachira sighs, though he can’t say he’s surprised.

The night goes on without many bumps in the road. Rin stays by Bachira once he learns that nobody’s willing to talk to him if he pretends he’s preoccupied in a conversation, no matter how one-sided it is. Some of his teammates join in for a bit before they drift away again; Reo stops by to encourage them to talk to sponsors (Rin scowls in response), Kunigami and Zantetsu tell Rin on separate occasions he looks like he stepped in shit, Chigiri halfheartedly wishes Bachira luck, and even Nagi came by for a few minutes to talk to them.

The only teammate Rin hasn’t spoken a word to is Isagi.

He really doesn’t care, but he thinks he’d rather have a conversation with him than have to painfully watch him pine over you. The sight of it bothers him so much he’s actually considering going along with Bachira’s plan, but before he can open his mouth and spout out words he’ll likely regret, somebody comes by and takes you away.

And you let him.

For a moment, Rin’s eyes widen.

“What the—” Bachira squeaks, jaw slack. “Who is that?”

Rin recognizes the man as one of the people he avoided having a conversation with. His hair is bright, matching the excitement in his grin and the radiance in his eyes, and Rin’s pretty sure he’s seen him on billboards and advertisements hanging on the large glass windows of retail stores.

There is familiarity in his touch, Rin realizes. But there is something between the two of you that doesn’t match the atmosphere between you and Isagi — there are joyful grins and clumsy movements, sure, but it all seems friendly.

He frowns, glances at Bachira, only to find him staring at Isagi, and Rin wonders if the champagne has messed with his imagination or if there is actual smoke is coming out of Isagi’s ears.

Well. At least Bachira didn’t even have to lift a finger.

Only a couple seconds pass before Isagi grumbles and stands from his seat, walking over to where Rin and Bachira watch you and the unknown man dance next to the other couples in the ballroom. When Isagi stands in front of them, he is the perfect picture of a man wronged, his usual boyish smile replaced with an annoyed frown.

“Hello, Yoichi!” Bachira greets, though his voice is strained, and his wandering eyes don’t fail to show his discomfort. “We haven’t seen you all night.”

Isagi grunts. “Sorry.”

Rin really shouldn’t find pleasure in this, but he thinks it’s a little funny. However, his face is blank when he states, “Y/N looks like they’re having fun.”

Rin expects Isagi to glare at him with the same intensity he has on the field, but Isagi only pouts. “Uh-huh.”

“Who’s the guy they’re dancing with?” asks Bachira.

“His name’s Hinata,” Isagi grumbles, taking a champagne flute from a passing caterer’s tray. He mumbles a thanks before continuing, “He’s a volleyball player, so they met through that when he first moved to Tokyo.”

“Ah,” Bachira nods. Then, rubbing salt into the wound, he adds, “So they’re, like, super close?”

“I guess?”

“Are they dating?”

Isagi’s expression sours. “Definitely not.”

“How unfortunate,” Rin muses. He doesn’t bother to veil the glint of mischief in his eye, but Isagi is too preoccupied swirling his glass in disgust to notice, “They’d look nice together.”

(Bachira is sure the world has been thrown off-balance. Did Itoshi Rin just play instigator? For the sake of his teammate’s love life? He feels like this moment needs to be documented).

Isagi hums but doesn’t offer anything else. His posture is a lot more rigid than usual and he burns holes into the back of your head with an infuriating amount of infatuated neediness. It is only when the song ends that he relaxes, smiling wide when you part ways with Hinata to make your way to him.

Like metal to a magnet, you attach yourself to Isagi’s side, eyebrows furrowing at Rin’s contemplation and Bachira’s determination.

Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you flash the both of them a wary smile before asking, “Are you guys having fun?”

Bachira grins and your stomach sinks. You’re not sure if you’re going to like where this is going to go. “Not as fun as you, I bet!”

You share a look with Isagi that only the two of you can decipher. “What do you mean?”

“We saw you dancing with Hinata,” your friend explains animatedly, pointing towards the boy seated at a table with his own teammates. “He’s cute! Have you ever thought about dating him?”

Rin’s face contorts into one of displeasure. Bachira does not have one subtle bone in his body.

You blink. Isagi places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed. “No? He’s my friend.”

“Oh! So, like Isagi?”

Isagi’s hand drops from your shoulder. Beside him, you’re biting the inside of your cheek, but the amusement on your face is as clear as day. “Bachira,” Isagi warns, frazzled and panicked.

Bachira frowns, confused by Isagi’s uneasiness. “What?” he questions, tone light and mischievous. He draws all his focus onto you, and you suddenly feel as if you’ve been shoved into an interrogation room. “It’s just a question! Even Rin said you two would look nice together!”

“He’s a friend,” you repeat, and it feels more like a reassurance for the boy next to you than anything else. “Speaking of which, Hinata wanted to talk to you, Yoichi, about the game last week. He said he wanted to congratulate you.”

Isagi brightens at the reminder of his goal that earned them a victory. “Oh—!”

“Wait,” Bachira interjects, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “You know him? Like, personally?”

“Yeah, we’re friends—”

Bachira gapes. “You have friends?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I meant other than us!” Bachira adds quickly. His mouth is hanging open, and the loudness of his shock has drawn the attention of the other guests, causing you to shrink into yourself. Your hand finds Isagi’s before you tug him away, throwing apologetic glances at any questioning looks you find yourself on the receiving end of.

“You idiot,” Rin hisses, “people are staring.”

Before Bachira can say anything more about his utter shock at Isagi having a social life outside of football, someone taps Rin on the shoulder. It’s an older man, presumably someone who wants to sponsor him, and at the sight, Rin glowers. When he looks over his shoulder in hopes of throwing Bachira under the bus, he sees that the spot beside him is empty.

A few feet away, a caterer yelps when Bachira accidentally bumps into them.

Rin grits his teeth.

(On your way to Hinata’s table, you snort, “And here I thought you liked Bachira’s jealousy plan.”

Isagi rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Yoichi,” you coo, which only causes his pout to grow, “I think you look cute when you’re jealous.”

“I hate you.”

You laugh and he tugs you closer to his side. “No,” you say softly, “you love me.”)

attempt five: itoshi rin.

Whoever thinks that Rin is doing this because he cares is way off base.

If anything, he’s doing this for the sake of his own wellbeing. He was stupid to leave this situation in the hands of his teammates, who have yet to make any progress on doing something about Isagi’s ridiculous pining.

This is how Rin finds himself standing in front of you, awkward and out of place, as you slowly place your duffel bag on the bench. Behind you, your teammates are warming up for the upcoming game, throwing the occasional perplexed glance at Rin’s intimidating figure, before deeming it better to brush him off and ask you about him later.

“Rin, hi,” you say apprehensively. “The game isn’t until five.”

“I know.”

“And it’s three.”

“I know.”

You wrinkle your nose at his tone but choose to ignore it so you can put your kneepads on and tie your shoelaces. In the corner of your eye, Rin continues to just stand; he’s so rigid that you’re convinced that a light shove is all you need for him to tip over and shatter on the floor like glass.

When the comfortable silence begins to grow awkward, Rin clears his throat, “I need to talk to you.”

“You could’ve just called me.”

“You wouldn’t have answered,” he deadpans, briefly glancing towards your phone, silenced, and peeking out the side of your bag, “and it’s important.”

“More important than preparing for a game?”

You gesture around you. Volleyballs soar through the air once they make contact with skin, forearms are tinged red, and shoes squeak against the vulcanized rubber floors. When Rin looks at you, you’re itching to leave, eager to part from him and this conversation in order to get your hands on a ball.

Rin hesitates. “Well… no?”

With a sigh and roll of your eyes, you point to the door. “Okay, well, tell me about it later. I’ll see you—”

“It’s about Isagi.”

You freeze.

“What about him?” you ask. Your previous chagrin has quickly been replaced by worry. A mien that’s a mixture of love and panic is painted across your face as you hastily grab your phone (Rin notices your lockscreen is a candid photo of Isagi playing with a cat on the screen) and open your messages.

“He likes you.”

A quiet moment passes.

Then, you croak, “I’m sorry?”

“He likes you,” Rin repeats uncomfortably. “He has feelings for you.”

You stare. Rin prepares himself for the flurry of feelings he’s sure he will be hit with in a matter of seconds. An assortment of disbelief and hope and infatuation that will come once you’ve been snapped out of your still state, face blank as the cogs in your mind begin to turn.

He prepares himself for your emotions.

Instead, he’s met with a harsh shove on his shoulder and the same annoyance that was on your face a few minutes ago. “That’s the emergency?” you exclaim incredulously. “I— This is unbelievable. This really couldn’t wait until later?”

Rin can barely contain his shock. This is the last reaction he was expecting. He’s seen only a handful of romance films, but he knows that they always involve a timid denial of feelings. When he came here, on his day off, with the intention of finally putting an end to everyone’s misery, he expected you to falter and soften before dialling Isagi’s number and confessing.

He did not prepare for your disbelief — not at his words, but more so at him.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes. Thank you for informing me. Now, can you go?”

Rin cannot believe his ears. “Do you understand what I just said?”

“Yes, I—”

“I’m pretty sure he—”

“I get it,” you interject, opting to start pushing him towards the exit. “And I already thanked you for telling me, it really is appreciated. I’ll see you at the game, yeah? Bye.”

With that, you spin on your heel and stomp over to the court, leaving Rin to stand in the door, dumbfounded.

Well, that is the first and the last time he’ll ever do something nice for you or Isagi Yoichi.

Isagi isn’t quite sure what he’s done wrong.

When his teammates take their seats one by one, he immediately notices the defeat strewn across their faces. Alarmed, he asks if they’re alright, but all he receives in response is Chigiri’s fatigued sigh and a sharp glare from Rin.

His eyes find yours once you step onto the court, and with a shrug of your shoulders and a reassuring smile, Isagi sweeps his worry under the rug. He knows you’ll end up telling him what you know later anyway, whether it be in the car or under the duvet, his thumbs rubbing circles on your wrist as you’re both lulled into slumber.

But right now, Isagi redirects all his energy into focussing on the game.

He ignores the chatter beside him, rapid bickering that doesn’t evolve into a full-out argument, and watches as you strike a ball to the floor with impressive ferocity. Isagi is the first out of his seat to shout for joy, followed by the rest of the delighted crowd. The smile of his face is so blinding it might as well light up the entire gymnasium.

After every point you score, he’s on his feet. Pride swells in his chest as your team inches closer and closer to victory. His cheeks hurt from how much he’s smiling, especially since it grows every time you make eye contact with him on the stands, beaming. After each set, Isagi makes a mental list of different things he could do to have you look at him that again.

It is only during the last set when Isagi’s smile drops. The intensity on his face is not dissimilar to the one he dons during a game, and his teammates bristle at the sight of it, unfamiliar to seeing it off the field. They can’t blame his sudden seriousness, though, because while your team is at match point, the opponents aren’t too far behind.

The whistle blows. A player serves the volleyball into the air.

Everything happens in slow motion. Isagi wonders if this is what it feels like to watch his games from the sidelines, with every breath feeling like it may thwart a play and every movement causing anxiety to crawl up his throat like bile.

When your hand touches the ball, spiking it for what Isagi swears is the nth time of the day, time no longer stands still. The crowd roars as you’re crushed into a hug by your teammates, all wearing matching grins of triumph.

The next few moments are the consequence of a split second decision.

Isagi didn’t know he was going to do this when he woke up this morning, the spot beside him cold and a text on his phone reminding him to eat breakfast. He spends the entire day doing the laundry, cleaning the bathroom, and moping in your absence, too busy to even consider going through with an act that could be a PR disaster.

But then you look at him, and you’re shining, and Isagi decides to give in.

He’s out of his chair within seconds, waving off the questioning remarks coming from his friends as he speeds to the court.

(He’s more than grateful that security knows who he is by now, because if he were any other guy, he would’ve been detained the moment his feet touched the floor).

You seem to understand all his intentions by the time he’s within earshot. That’s the one thing about you that Isagi could only imagine wrapping his head around. All it takes is one glance, one second, for you to know what he desires. It almost makes his heart burst, at the realization that somebody loves him so much that they know every inch of him.

“I’m sweaty,” you say once you’ve escaped your teammates’ grasp.

Isagi raises an eyebrow, because when has that ever stopped him? “I don’t care.”

Your face is in his hands within seconds, cradled in delicate fingers that contrast the way his lips move with enough passion to light the world on fire. Curling your fingers around his belt loops, you pull him closer before resting your hands on the sides of his neck with your thumb tracing his jawline.

Being with Isagi under the spotlight like this is exhilarating.

The happiness, however, is short lived.

“What the hell!” Bachira shrieks, and Isagi pulls away — not too far, though — and rests his head against your forehead, sighing. “Does this mean my plan worked?”

Rin growls. “There is no way in hell you’re taking credit for this.”

“Actually,” Reo chimes in, “I’m pretty sure Chigiri, Nagi, and I are the reason for all of this.”

Zantetsu scoffs, immediately pushing past Reo to get closer to you and Isagi. “No, this means you guys got the flowers—”

Isagi lifts his head up, exasperated. “We’ve been dating for five months.”

He had been hoping that statement alone would be enough to get them to shut up.

He is dreadfully wrong.

“What?” Chigiri exclaims. “So, everything we did was for nothing?”

“Wait,” Kunigami interjects, eyebrows furrowed. “So that means you guys have been giggly and insufferable all these months because you’ve been dating?”

You muse. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“And that’s not going to change?”

Isagi throws his arm over your shoulder. “Oh, definitely not.”

Silence.

Then, Bachira tugs Rin’s sleeve and gestures for everybody to get into a huddle.

“Guys,” he says in what you assume is his attempt at a whisper, but you’re close enough to hear, even with the surprised clamor from the audience. “We need to break them up.”

Isagi squawks in protest, letting go of you to force himself into the huddle.

You watch the scene with a fond smile. One of your teammates comes up beside you and murmurs in wonder, “Your boyfriend and his friends sure are something.”

“What, idiots? You can say idiots.”

Your teammate snorts. “Yeah. It’s a little endearing, though.”

You laugh, nodding in agreement, and when Isagi calls you over to help, you take his hand and let him drag you into the circle, shooting down all the suggestions they’ve jokingly made about you dumping him.

You’ve come to the realization that you fit. Right here, next to Isagi, there will always be a place for you. Perhaps, then, that makes you an idiot by association.

(You don’t think you’d have it any other way).

#isagi #isagi yoichi #bllk #blue lock #isagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #fic: love and all its cons

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five — burn

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.4k content. swearing, suna having impure thoughts lmao

“Rin, have you ever been in love?”

Suna chokes on his water, coughing it out as you burst into laughter beside him. He feels your hand come up to pat his back until his throat clears. He downs more water in an attempt to feel better.

“Didn’t know you were so against romance, Rinnie.”

He looks up and glares at you. “You can’t just spring questions like that on a guy!”

“I didn’t know it was a touchy subject!” you shoot back, still laughing. “I expected you to be all wistful about it, not to die.”

He goes over to the sink and rinses his glass out, leaving it in the drying rack before walking back to you. He frowns, wrapping an arm around your waist. On any other day, you’d call him clingy. “Why are you even asking me that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know,” you say. “I just wondered what it’d feel like. In case it happened or whatever.”

Suna’s heart drops to his stomach and he feels a lump begin to form in his throat. He pulls away from you, like he can’t bear to touch you right now. Like you burn somehow.

Weird, he thinks. That’s never happened before. Why is it even happening?

“You’ve—” He clears his throat. “You’ve never been in love before?”

You hum in consideration. “I thought I loved Tooru for a while, back when we were kids,” you tell him. “And maybe I did, I don’t know. It was so long ago, I don’t even remember what it could have felt like.”

“And… you think you might fall in love again soon?”

You look at him with an amused expression. “You’re being weird,” you say. “I like it.”

It’s like your words screw his head back on, the familiar teasing groove of your conversations reminding him of who you are and who he is. Why does it matter to him if you fall in love with anyone? That isn’t any of his business. You’re friends, nothing more, nothing less.

“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes. “Not like anyone would fall in love with you anyway. You snore, y’know.”

You jump onto his back and attempt to tackle him to the ground. You can’t, of course, he’s too strong for your sudden weight to even make him stumble. “Take that back!” you say as he starts laughing at you. “God, you’re such a boy! You’re so lame!”

“Not as lame as your sweater.”

“It’s a Taylor Swift cardigan, you asshole!”

“Oh my god, will you quit smiling at your phone? It’s freaking me out.”

You give Oikawa the finger, eyes still focused on your screen.

“That’s rude, Y/N.”

You hush him. “You weren’t even talking to me,” you say, typing. “You and Iwa have been all whisper-whisper with each other this whole time.”

Your best friend makes his way over to you and flops his body on top of yours, taking your phone away and putting it on the coffee table. It’s his turn to hush you. “We were talking about you actually.”

“Me?” you ask, trying to push him off of you. “Get off, man.”

He ignores you. “Yeah, there’s this party tonight. One of the guys from volleyball is throwing it—”

“Yeah, at Hinata’s place. I know this, Tooru.”

“What? Why? How?”

You put your palm on his face and push him away. “Your breath reeks!”

“It does not!” he exclaims, putting his palm over your face in retaliation. “Now, how do you know about this party?”

“Atsumu asked me to go—why do your hands smell like my lotion?”

“Atsumu asked you to go?!” Oikawa shrieks. “The nerve of that guy!”

“Well, I am kinda hanging out with him.”

“You said it wasn’t serious!”

“I never said it was.” You grunt as you slide yourself out from under him. “You should really brush your teeth.”

“I’m telling your mom that you’re a bully.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “So are you going to the party or what?”

You lean your body over his. “Maybe,” you say. “Are you?”

Oikawa looks over his shoulder at Iwaizumi. “Are we?”

Your quieter friend nods. “Why not?”

y/n the love of my life: see u ;)

Suna blinks. What are you even talking about? The two of you haven’t made any plans for tonight. Trust him, he would’ve remembered.

He takes a swig of his beer and texts back.

him: wdym

y/n the love of my life: just wait ;)

He groans. Maybe he did forget something. You were talking a lot the last time he saw you so it’s not impossible that he missed something (even if he didn’t because he obviously always listens to you).

y/n the love of my life: look up pretty boy

He glances up from his phone and there you are, phone in hand with a smile on your lips. As you make your way over to him, he can’t help but notice the way your skirt sways to match your steps and the leather jacket you’re wearing does nothing to hide the tight cropped top underneath. You take a sip from the solo cup you’re holding before settling in front of him, maintaining a respectable distance between the two of you when you realize that there are other people around.

“Hi,” you say. “You look nice.”

He smirks. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

You give him a little twirl, the fabric of your skirt lifting as you do. “Thanks.” You grin. “I just got this the other day.”

“It’s cute,” he tells you. He also wants to tell you that it’s taking everything in him not to bend you over and fuck you right then and there, but he figures that wouldn’t be polite. “So why are you here? I thought Oikawa banned you from the volleyball team.”

“Still banned. But he wasn’t the one who invited me.”

Suna furrows his brows. “What? Then who—”

“Y/N!”

The twins are heading your way, Atsumu with his arms open wide. Suna watches as you whip your head around to face the boy, a look of warmth taking over your features.

“‘Tsumu!” you say, falling into the blond’s embrace as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “I was looking all over for you.”

“Sorry, ‘Samu got the directions wrong.”

“No I didn’t,” Osamu says.

Atsumu nudges his brother. “Yes. Ya did, ya scrub.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure, I did. Totally wasn’t ‘Tsumu.”

Suna watches as Atsumu introduces you to his brother. He watches as you make a quip about choosing the wrong twin. He watches as Atsumu scolds you lightly and you apologize with a laugh. He watches as you all turn your attention to him.

“Ya already know Sunarin, right?” Atsumu asks you. “Ya met in class or somethin’?”

“An elective,” you clarify. “Pottery.”

“I didn’t know ya knew how to make a pot, man.”

Your eyes are on him, nodding for him to say something. He nearly freezes under your gaze. “Uh, yeah.” Suna chuckles, trying to mask just how confused he is by this situation. “Better at smoking it though.”

Atsumu laughs, clapping his back before putting his arm around your waist. “I’m gonna go introduce Y/N to the others.”

Osamu nods, taking his place beside Suna. “See ya,” he says as the two of you disappear into the crowd. He leans against the wall. “So that’s the girl. Huh. Wonder why she’d go for an ass like ‘Tsumu.”

Suna feels his mouth go dry. “What do you mean ‘the girl’?”

The twin looks at him with a raised brow. “The girl,” he repeats. “Y’know. The one ‘Tsumu’s kinda been seeing.”

“What?”

“Yeah. They’re not together yet, but I think ‘Tsumu really likes her.” Osamu frowns when he sees Suna’s face fall. “Ya good, man?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, uh, I just need some air. Feeling a little sick.”

He’s walking away before his friend can even say another word, making his way through the sea of people and out the back door. It’s like his lungs are on fire. It’s like he’s burning. He thinks it might be the alcohol, but he knows it isn’t. He knows it’s you. Somehow.

It’s Atsumu beaming at you as he introduces you to his brother. It’s you teasing the boy and him making you laugh. It’s Atsumu holding your waist—holding your waist the way that he does—and leading you away from him.

It’s all of that. It’s everything else. It’s you.

It’s you that’s making him burn.

notes. i'm gonna be honest, my real intention for this series is for everyone to flip-flop between suna and atsumu at all times HAHSHAHA we will never know true peace 😩 but isn't that so much more fun anyway ;)

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fic

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sixosix · 2 years

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kozume kenma: excuses, excuses

# fluff, post timeskip, wc 863

this is getting ridiculous.

if it were anybody else, maybe you would've fallen for it and let it go on for longer; but it's kenma, and you know him.

and you now know that the little shit keeps coming up with excuses for you to barge into his home.

it was fine and believable at first.

“i’m still not used to my new home. it's a little intimidating,” kenma confesses, muttering low as if he's shy about admitting it.

you don’t doubt that. kenma is the type to long for comfort in familiarity, though it’s rare for him to speak on it.

“ah, i can come over and stay for the night if you want me to, kenma-san!” you exclaim, a little absentmindedly with the offer. “maybe a familiar face would help?”

oh, was that too forward? your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “uhm, a-actually--”

“i’ll pick you up at 5,” kenma interrupts. and he sounds happy so you agree anyway.

surprisingly, staying in his big ass mansion of a home, felt… nice. it felt right, in a strange domestic type of way, where you get to mess around in his kitchen and sometimes catch kenma staring at you fondly from his chair. it felt weirdly satisfying to fuss over kenma, and even better that he let you do it.

so, yeah. it was fine and believable at first, because you enjoyed it as much as he did.

and then next week, kenma says the house still needs some proper repairs. the floorboards keep creaking and he can’t get sleep.

you offered to sleep on a futon in his room if it would help him; he somehow convinced you to share his bed with him instead. not that you hate it. it was actually quite warm and comfortable, you’re not surprised to see kenma sleep with a content smile on his face.

somehow, in the big queen-sized bed he owns, you two end up with tangled limbs.

he nuzzles on your neck like a cat. it was very cute and you find that you wouldn’t mind waking up to the sight of that again. and then you slap yourself for thinking that way, completely unaware that the universe grants that wish too many times.

and then next, he says he wants you to test his gaming equipment. you didn’t come home until the next day because it started raining when evening came.

and then next… kenma says he needs help with paperwork. there wasn’t that much, but when kenma offered to teach you how to play his favorite game at the moment, you gave up too fast. it ends with you two fast asleep on the couch.

and then the next… kenma says he wants to watch hinata’s debut on his huge ass flat screen tv with you. it still ends up with you two fast asleep on the couch.

and then the next… and the next… and the more times after the next ones.

at this point, you might as well be living in kenma’s house more than your own. (that joke doesn’t sound as funny as you first thought it would be. you ignore the fluttering in your chest.)

“kuroo, i can’t help but wonder…”

“hm?”

“is kenma’s house haunted or something?”

kuroo inhales his water in the wrong hole. “haaaah?”

you throw your hands into the air, but then realize kuroo doesn’t see you right now so you look stupid. “like! i don’t know. i swear every week his faucet breaks or his lamp stops working-- or, or suddenly he has a fever! or whatever airborne disease! kenma doesn’t even go outside!”

kuroo sounds delighted. “tell-- tell me more,” he wheezes.

“last week he asked me to come over because his keyboard broke and he wants me to help him choose a new one,” you say, “through online shopping.” kuroo giggles. “don’t get me wrong, i love staying over at kenma’s house, but this is ridiculous!”

kuroo starts cackling. “this is gold!”

“no it’s literally not?” you retort grumpily, sincerely concerned for him. “is someone sabotaging kenma? is he too famous now? do we need bodyguards?”

“don’t be an idiot,” kuroo snorts. “he’s obviously making excuses to get you to come over to his house.”

and, oh, doesn’t that make more sense?

when kenma rings your phone, you’re more prepared this time.

“kenma-san, what’s up?”

kenma is quiet for a little, then there’s some shuffling. you used to think it’s because he’s nervous about the creaking floorboards, but now you think it has to do with the creaking and the fact that he’s about to ask what you think he’s about to ask.

“um. can you come over?” no matter how many times he says it, it never fails to bring a smile to your face. “my viewers are looking for you.”

they don’t even know you exist. you sigh fondly. “are you sure?”

kenma hesitated. “yes.”

this is getting absolutely nowhere. “kenma, you know you don’t have to come up with excuses to get me to come over, right?”

“hm.”

“you can just say i can stay there and i would be happy to!”

“...okay,” kenma whispers; he sounds satisfied. and possibly enlightened. “can you come over please?”

you were already planning to anyway. the moment kenma called, you leaped to your feet and scrambled over to your shoes. “oh?” you ask, just to play along. “what is it this time, kenma-san?”

“s’nothing. i just miss you.”

well, fuck.

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spooky-bunnys · 10 months

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Draken's Brother Part 5

Something didn't feel right to Takemichi. When he left the bathroom in (Name)'s hospital room, he expected Chifuyu to be on watch. Since Taiju was guarding the door from outside. But when he walked out Chifuyu wasn't there.

He checked on (Name) real quick then, then cracked open (Name)'s door. He saw Taiju...but it looked like he was sleeping. Wait. This might be the attack! Takemichi closed the door quickly. He wasn't sure if he should lock it. Cause what if Chifuyu came back?

Takemichi checked for his phone before he realized, he left it with Chifuyu before he went to the bathroom. So that means....Takemichi can't contact anyone. Oh no. He can't contact anyone. Wait...didn't (Name) have his phone on him, when he dropped?

Takemichi opened the closet where he knows, Draken put (Name)'s stuff in case he woke up. Laying right on top of his clothes, was (Name)'s phone. Takemichi let out a sigh of relief. Wait. He opened (Name)'s phone.

64% was left of the phone's battery. Takemichi slumped into the seat beside (Name)'s bed. Okay so he had some type of contact with the others. Takemichi thought for a moment before calling his number. It rang for a few seconds before he heard Chifuyu's voice.

"Hello? (Name)?" "No it me. Where are you?" It was quiet for a few moments. "Hinata called your phone while you were in the bathroom. She said she it was an emergency. So I came to help. I thought if I did it. The future would change since you're still with (Name)."

He had a good point. According to the future, it was Takemichi that had left (Name) by himself, to help Hinata. But since Chifuyu and Taiju are helping. (Name) won't be by himself. Takemichi heard the door open. But when he turned expecting a doctor, he was met with a male in a mask

He knew that this was the attack. "Chifuyu it's starting! Get here quick!" Takemichi immediately closed the phone, and stood protectively in front of (Name)'s bed. He wasn't going to let anything happen to (Name). Not while he's here.

The masked male stared at Takemichi and laughed. "This is all Toman could spare? Looks like I can knock you down with one punch. It was hard knocking out the ex black dragon leader. This will be easy!"

Before the guy could even throw the first punch. The hospital room door opened. Revealing a very pissed looked Taiju. "So you thought you knocked me out huh?"

Takemichi could tell this wasn't going according to plan. He could see how the guy froze up. "Good thing that vice-captain warned me." Wait. Chifuyu warned Taiju? "He told me the cry baby's girl friend had an emergency and you bastards would try something."

Takemichi let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. So Chifuyu didn't tell Taiju anything. Just warned him. The masked male looked between the two. Takemichi had a feeling of what was gonna happen.

(Name) was safe behind him. The male would have to go through both of them, to get to (Name). They weren't gonna let anything happen to him. The masked guy clicked his tongue. "Great. This is gonna take longer then I was hoping."

The male pulled out his phone. Taiju already knew what the male was gonna do and snatched his and quickly, punched the male. Knocking him out and onto the ground.

A few moments later the door was kicked in. Many Toman captains entering. Draken quickly made his way to (Name) checking him over before relaxing. Draken turned towards Taiju and gave a deep bow.

"Thank you for protecting my brother!" Many members behind him bowed as well. Mikey walked up to Takemichi, face and arura serious. "What happened Mitchy?" Takemichi then explained what happened after he left the bathroom.

"But after he pulled out his phone Taiju took his phone and knocked him out. We have him tied in the bathroom." Mikey nodded along and waved Draken and Baji over.

"You two can interrogate him. I'll have Kokonoi come and see if he can recognize him. Mitchy, did the guy happen to have anything on him?" The air turned colder when Takemichi pulled out a syringe.

"He had this. We think he was gonna use it on (Name). Other then this, he didn't have anything else." Mikey nodded. Not taking his eyes off the syringe. Something clicked in Mikey's mind.

"That liquid...." Mikey snatched the syringe from Takemichi then ran to (Name)'s tubes. "I knew it!" Mikey quickly pulled out the tube connected to (Name). Draken, Baji, and Taiju immediately started yelling.

"OI! Mikey! Put that back!" "The fuck Mikey!?" "You better put that fucking back!" Mikey silenced them when he turned showing the how the liquid in the syringe matched the liquid being given to (Name).

"The reason (Name)'s Omega is gone. Is because it's being medicated to stay gone." Wait do that would mean-"The fuckers are on the inside too." Takemichi paled. If they're on the inside. Then there's no telling what they've put in (Name).

Draken slowly made his way over. Looking at the medication being pumped inside his brother, and then stared at the syringe. "How long has this been pumped into him?" That made Takemichi remember something. "A nurse changed his bag about 30 minutes ago."

Draken clinched his fists. Baji spoke up breaking the gowing silence. "What does this mean?" Draken turned tears going down his face. "(Name) might have lost his Omega for good." Nobody said anything. Eyes wide open. Jaws dropped. Hearts broken.

They knew what that meant. If (Name) doesn't have his Omega, he won't survive for long. Baji marched towards the bed. Teeth gritted. Fists clinched. He looked down at (Name). He looked so ill. "What if I mark him?"

Heads snapped to his directin. "What?" Draken was surprised by the question. Baji sighed heavily. Running his hand through (Name)'s hair. Pulling it away from his face. "I asked. What if I mark him? Would it bring his Omega back out if he's there?"

The air was so heavy. Draken thought about it. What if (Name) was marked? What would happen? "I don't know. I never thought about that honestly." Baji brushed his lips against (Name)'s forehead. "I swore that I would love (Name) no matter what."

Baji turned around. "I will stand by that statement." He then got on his knees and bowed to Draken, his head hit the floor making many members flinch. "I Baji Keisuke, ask you Ryuji Ken, permission to mark Ryuji (Name)."

Everyone stared at the first captain in awe. Nobody had ever seen him like this. Mikey stepped up beside Draken who was too shocked to speak. "Baji. Do you know what your doing? If this works you won't be able to ever go back."

Baji took a deep breath. "I've been in love with (Name) since we first met. The way the light would always shine on him just right. The way his laughter made me feel so warm and happy." Baji looked up seriousness write all over his face.

"I truly love him. He completes me. So please." He bowed again. "Let me mark him." Mikey placed a hand on Draken's shoulder. Catching said males attention. Draken looked heart broken for a moment.

"I-I give you permission." Baji bowed deeper before standing. He turned and made his way back to (Name)'s bed side. Everyone watched with anticipation. Baji pulled his hair back, and moved (Name)'s hair away from his neck.

As Baji unwrapped his sent gland, he saw the other bite. It wasn't deep but he knew this was gonna hurt. Unconscious or not. Baji took a deep breath, letting his fangs extend. Baji took one last look at (Name).

Then he bit down.

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whenikissedthegiyuu · 3 months

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three - screaming crying throwing up

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I lifted my eyes from my phone to glance in Sakusa’s direction, only to find him already staring at me. His eyes widened the slightest bit and his back straightened, but he never looked away from me.

Suna cleared his throat, whether it was on purpose to attract the others’ attention or not I didn’t know, but it still made me internally wince.

“Oi,” Suna wrapped an arm around my neck, nearly pulling me into a chokehold as he pulled me to his chest. “Remember when everyone thought you and ‘tsumu were dating?”

Sakusa’s eyes snapped to the brunet as soon as he spoke, his face remaining neutral as he listened to our conversation.

“Just because I wore his spare jersey to one game because I spilled my juice on my shirt.” I rolled my eyes and smiled fondly at the memory. Atsumu laughed from across the room.

“I did think you were dating when I saw you together at my first nationals.” Hinata chuckled from where he sat on the floor beside Atsumu’s legs. “I know you grew up with the twins, but your dynamic with Atsumu was different from Osamu.”

It was. It really was.

Osamu had always been like an older brother, we fought sometimes over the smallest disagreements and were both stubborn as hell, but the moment I needed him he was there to grab my hand and comfort me, and I was the same way with him.

Atsumu on the other hand… I couldn’t even remember when I started seeing him with different eyes. One day his playful winks started making my stomach flutter and my breath stutter. I found myself gravitating more toward him, our fingers were always laced together when we walked side by side. Our mothers teased us and insisted they were waiting for the day we finally admitted to them that we were together. We would only look away pretending like we weren’t both sporting flushed cheeks.

But as suddenly as it started, it came crashing down. We started our third year and Atsumu’s eyes started drifting toward the pretty new girl with unique red hair and beautiful green eyes. They were in a different class than Osamu and I, so they eventually started talking and became good friends. They didn’t actually make it official until after we graduated, but with their flirting and how attached to the hip they were, making it official was just a formality at that point. Anyone could see it in their eyes that they were head over heels in love.

Osamu and Aran held me tightly so many nights as I cried uncontrollably. I wanted to blame her, to be mad at her for stealing him away, but it wasn’t her fault– none of it. It wasn’t Atsumu’s fault either, one can’t really choose how or who to fall in love with. He didn’t even know how I truly felt about him at the time.

And then I did what I always do best, ran away to Tokyo for university instead of staying back home with my friends, never looking back. Many times I cried on phone calls with Osamu and Suna about feeling homesick and wanting to be surrounded by my friends and family once again, but going home and seeing them would hurt even more.

Obviously it has now been years and we are all mature adults. Atsumu is once again simply my best friend whose playful winks are received by a roll of my eyes and his smirks are met by a slap on the back of his head. Kairi became a good friend throughout the years and if Atsumu was going to spend the rest of his life with anyone, I was glad it would be her.

I leaned my head against Suna’s shoulder after adjusting my position against him. I laughed at Hinata’s comment, “Nah ‘tsumu and I have always been too similar, we woulda bitten each other’s heads off at some point. Truly can’t understand how ‘samu stands us.”

I closed my eyes, feeling Suna’s chest vibrating against my arm as he chuckled. I tapped his shoulder, murmuring that I was gonna get a refill. He raised his arm just enough to let me slip out. I tried to ignore the pair of dark eyes that followed my every move as I slowly walked toward the kitchen.

It was open spaced so the guys could see me from where they were still sitting and laughing together, but it was enough to grant me at least an illusion of privacy since they were too engulfed in whatever story Bokutou was telling about college shenanigans he got himself into with Kuroo, many of which I was actually witness to.

I turned my back on the group and placed my hands on the counter as I felt my pulse start to race. Not here, not in front of them. I took deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling softly to calm myself down until my heartbeat evened out and the corners of my eyes stopped prickling with the threat of tears.

Footsteps reached my ears, as if they were intentionally heavy to alert me. I turned my head just enough to catch Sakusa’s huge form stopping just a few feet away from me. His eyes scanned my face, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded once, already feeling the tears beginning to form again at that simple question. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and turned my face away from his curious eyes.

He took another step forward and leaned his back against the counter I had my hands placed on. I could feel his eyes on me, but I just stared at the counter.

“I’m going to let you think that I believe you,” He murmured. I appreciated the low tone, not wanting the guys to listen to our conversation. “But you shouldn’t bottle everything up.”

“There ain’t nothing to bottle up.” I replied sharply, regretting my tone as soon as I caught his slight flinch. I let out a deep sigh, “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head, dismissing my apology. “Does that,” He gestured toward my face. “Have anything to do with what you were all talking about before you left?”

I grabbed the edge of the counter, controlling the urge to move just a tiny bit closer to the raven haired man as his cologne reached my nostrils. I shrugged, not really giving him any response.

“I didn’t really know you back then, but I had seen you around enough to know that you were too good for Miya anyways.”

I looked up at him then. He was already staring down at me, his mask tucked under his chin allowing me to see his lips curled down into a frown. His cheeks were sporting a pink tint, probably due to the couple of drinks he had earlier.

“Gonna get some fresh air.” I gestured toward the balcony outside. “You’re welcome to join if ya wanna take a break from the guys, but I get it if ya wanna go back to Komori. Feels like ’m keeping ya from him.”

He glanced behind me for a second before turning back to me. “I’ll go with you. It feels… uh, stuffy in here.”

being single was not exactly a choice on her part, it was more of a consequence of her demanding job as one of the best wedding planners in tokyo. her parents asked constantly if she was at least speaking with anyone romantically and when she would give them grandchildren. they pressured her to the point that she lied to them about having a boyfriend so they would leave her alone, only for them to say they want to meet him at her best friend’s wedding. time to come clean! or… find a fake boyfriend to keep her parents happy?

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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HOW THEY RESPOND TO “Why do you like me?” FT. KUROO & BOKUTO

You're out at girls’ night, and for once nobody’s up for getting trashed. Possibly cause for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships. Instead of going through the ritual of pre-gaming, bar-hopping, and regretting it all the next morning, you visit the same k-bbq restaurant that you’ve been going to since your college days and gossip over soju and pork belly.

And because for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships, the topic of your partners comes up. Of course it does; how could it not?

Yukie comes up with the idea. Text your boyfriend one line: “Why do you like me?” and put your phones in the center of the table. Whoever gets a reply first picks up the bill. It’s so cheesy, you all want to die from the middle school relationship-esque cheesiness, but on the flip side you all are equally invested. “This better not be the reason for any break ups,” your roommate Mikan warns.

Why do you like me?

Kuroo stares at the message for a few seconds, confirms he’s read it right, and throws his head back to laugh goofily. He stops, checks his screen again. The words remain unchanged. Another silly, stupid laugh wrestles its way into the world.

“Anything you want to share with the rest of us?” Kenma remarks placidly. “This is a company dinner, as you know.”

The words go in one ear and out the other. Kuroo thinks. There are so many reasons why he likes, no, loves you. The way you sleep like a Rockette frozen mid step. The way you manage to get rice grains stuck on your cheek every meal. The way you pretend not to be jealous when girls check him out at the gym. The way you get so excited at online shopping sales, even though he tells you every time that you’re only saving a few dollars.

How shall he respond? Which answer would please you the most?

“Ignore him,” Kenma says to the table. “Just go on eating.”

At the restaurant, the anticipation is killing you all. “What the hell is he doing,” Hotaru mutters. “Certainly not saving the world?”

A phone dings. The four of you leap into motion. “It’s yours,” Yukie says, half admiring, half jealous.

“That took what, like a minute?” Mikan says, laughing.

The girls crowd over your shoulder to read his response.

Tetsurou: Cuz you’re pretty. :)

You’re bored. Dangerously bored. As in, the last time you were this bored you cut your own bangs, and let’s just say for the subsequent six or so months going out was physically painful.

The thing is, it’s way too late to go out but way too early to go to bed. In the past you’ve been able to stave off boredom by binging your favorite series or reading a book, but you’re still waiting for all the episodes of the new season to come out before you get emotionally invested, and your oaf of a boyfriend, lovable as he is, spoiled the ending of the novel you were reading and now you simply can’t move on.

Wait.

“That’s right,” you say out loud. “I have a boyfriend!”

Let’s see, you think. What should you say? What are you curious about?

“Why... do... you... like... me,” Bokuto reads aloud, then clutches his phone to his chest. His heart melts. So does his face.

“Aww,” Hinata melts a little too.

“Bet ya that was from his girlfriend,” Atsumu says, stretching the syllables. “Bokkun, that was from yer girlfriend, right?”

“You’re a genius,” Sakusa remarks drily.

“Hey! Don’t think I can’t understand yer sarcasm!”

“It’s a bonus when you do understand.” “What are you gonna say, Bokuto-senpai?” Hinata asks.

Oh right, he forgot to reply! Bokuto quickly rearranges himself so that he is looking at the screen once more. Hmm, what should he say? If it were Akaashi, he would recite some fancy-shmancy quote that expressed poignant feelings of love. If it were Tsukishima, he’d be all prickly and say something snarky that still conveyed the depths of his emotion. But he’s not Akaashi or Tsukki, he’s Bokuto. And you aren’t Akaashi’s or Tsukki’s, you’re his.

The thought of you being his — in his bed snoring, in his boxers making breakfast, in his family home joking around with his sisters — positively melts him once more. He can almost grasp the images to come, the pictures that flirt right at the edges of his mind, making him reach: you in a wedding dress coming down the aisle. You holding a baby that has your eyes, his hair. You waiting on the porch swing as he brings out mugs of steaming hot tea and a blanket, watching the sunset.

Your phone pings. It’s been a few minutes. You figure Bokuto’s been typing a whole essay. But instead, just one line of text appears. One line of text that makes your heart flutter anyways.

Koutarou: Let’s get married.

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satoruzlove · 10 months

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with your anniversary coming up soon, your lovely husband has decided to take the ropes and plan you a lovely day. breakfast in bed, the spa, an afternoon at a tea garden- all to be finished off at dinner and a night that would be nothing less than acrobatic.

it’s the least he can do for you- his beautiful partner of 5 years. you’re always so good to him, so kind, bringing out the best in him and making him smile. you’re his best friend,his co-pilot, his save haven, his everything. he can’t help but want to throw his money, time and love at you. you’re just too perfect not to.

you happened to be at home, getting ready to get your nails done as you hear him walk past your shared room on the phone. your ears perk up, head peeping out the door frame. the phone is on speaker, held a little bit from his face and his eyebrows knitted together slightly. his pretty, soft lips in a pout. your heart melted a little, a lovesick smile on your face.

“sir, there’s a booking with these same treatments on it by someone under a different name-” the receptionist doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into as he interjects.

“yes, that’s my wife, actually!”

“but sir-”

“yes! she’s my wife! we’re coming in together!”

“sir, that’s wonderful but-”

“that’s my spouse! we’re married; my wife!”

“YES SIR! we know. i know. you have the same last name.”

you laugh, shaking your head and his head snaps to you before a lovesick grin spreads onto it. he offers you a toddler-like wave with his free hand. you take the phone from his hand, successfully earning a whine from him but he allows you to complete the booking. you apologise profusely for his antics, and the receptionist waves you off although she sounds absolutely exhausted. as you put his phone into his pocket, he places a kiss onto your lips, “but you said i could handle everything, baby. so mean.” he pouts, hands slithering around your hips to pull you impossibly closer. you smile, shaking your head fondly and holding onto his cheeks. “you were so excited to tell her that we’re married that you didn’t even let her speak, i had to. you would’ve been here all day.

he smiles widely, “well yeah, baby,” he starts, “you’d do the same if you were the luckiest guy in the world.”

hq!! : atsumu miya!!!!!!!, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyo, oikawa tooru, SUNA RINTARO!!!!

jjk: yuji itadori, gojo satoru!!!

tr: manjiro sano!!!!! takemichi hanagaki!!! shinichiro sano!!!!!!! ran haitani!!!! chifuyu matsuno!! BAJI KEISUKEEEEE!!!!!!

genshin: kaeya alberich, arataki itto!!!!!

this is a stupid drabble inspired by my father being obnoxiously happy to be married to my mother while booking the spa for my mum!! enjoy my beautiful loves

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kimbapisnotsushi · 11 months

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happy birthday to the absolute love of my life iwaizumi hajime!!! have a medley of timeskip hcs bc i barely do those and the only way i can confront being an adult is with characters who became adults alongside me :))

i think no matter where oikawa and iwaizumi are in the world, oikawa always sends a birthday text right as the clock strikes 12 in iwa's time. even if it's four AM on oikawa's side he vows to always be the first to wish iwaizumi a happy birthday :))

(it started when oikawa left for argentina, because that would have been the first birthday they'd spent apart from each other. it's the least oikawa can do, in his eyes. it's the least he can do for not being there.)

do you ever think about the moment where two characters who have never met but have a previous connection to each other via another character find out about said character after meeting. bc i do. a LOT

bonus points if that "someone" is kageyama or hinata or karasuno as a general nuisance

anyways this happens when kuroo and iwaizumi meet and it's HILARIOUS

"what do you MEAN you got your ass whooped by them in high school I got my ass whooped by them in high school too!!!!"

this is a freakishly common occurrence in japan's professional volleyball circuit. there's a support group chat for it and it's got over fifteen people

(there are a few exceptions - komori's really just there for the kicks)

speaking of which. i don't think komori ever stops being a megafan of yaku's. when he hears that they're going to be playing side-by-side on the national team he IMMEDIATELY dials sakusa and just screams into the phone for like a solid minute

hyakuzawa was really shy with everyone at first bc he never really knew them much before, but at his first practice match hoshiumi slammed a ball onto the floor so hard it ricocheted and hit atsumu in the face and, without missing a beat and while atsumu was yelling for hoshiumi to eat shit through a bloody nose, hoshiumi turned to him and went "see that? that was a lesson on what NOT to do" and hyakuzawa knew at that moment that he was in a safe space

sometimes ushijima and iwaizumi will talk about irvine like it was some secret dreamy romantic getaway between starcrossed lovers from medieval times

iwaizumi: "man i remember that one night we drove to the desert to stargaze. that was so cool. really pretty. i forgot my jacket and ushijima was kind enough to lend me his" ushijima: "it would not have done for you to catch a cold, we had a meeting with my father the next day to ask for his blessing" everyone else: "what the actual fuck"

the blessing was to see if utsui could take iwaizumi on for an internship

okay wait quick break from national team shenanigans bc i was thinking about this for a while but i think romero is soooooo impressed when hoshiumi, kageyama, and ushijima tell him that they all know hinata personally. i think he asks them to help ask if hinata can do a favor for him

"you want hinata to WHAT" "i want him to throw me like a paper weight!!! so i can show my son!!!"

hinata's like "OH MY GOD NICOLAS ROMERO WANTS ME TO THROW HIM???" like he's SO honored. he thinks it's an honor to be able to throw romero and romero thinks it's an honor to BE thrown by hinata it's so stupid i love them

and then romero calls his son and is like "SON GUESS WHAT. NINJA SHOUYOU THREW ME LIKE A PAPERWEIGHT TODAY" and sends him the video and little romero is SO hyped

in general i think hinata AND hoshiumi would be able to bench press like 99% of the adlers and the jackals and like. maybe the whole pro league

hoshiumi wants to try so he goes "hey kageyama c'mere for a sec!!" and kageyama is all "?? okay sure" and he just scoops kageyama up, tosses him in the air, catches him and puts him down like "okay thanks, you can get back to what you were doing now!"

i think kageyama actually looks up to hoshiumi a whole lot and it's super cute

okay sorry back to national/all-stars teams squad shenanigans

suna has the newest phone within the canon timeline because his old one broke when hakuba spiked a volleyball into it trying to do a trickshot

suna wasn't even mad bc they DID land the shot it was sick as hell

nobody was really familiar with iizuna aside from, like, sakusa and komori and MAYBE yaku and ushijima so when he joined the all stars match all cool and calm and capable and hot like 90% fell in love. and then he wrestled sakusa into a headlock within five minutes of sakusa being a little bitch and they fell in love even more

this part here was supposed to be a fun little bit about the all-stars team dynamics bc it's funny as hell but it was getting WAY too long and i severely underestimated how insanely complicated having people with grudges like ten years running would be on the same team so like. expect another post soon i guess?

ANYWAYS

they always try to do something when everyone is in town for training or some kind of promo exhibit like the all-stars match bc otherwise it's really really hard to hang out since they're scattered all over the place

imagine if they went to the beach. like. imagine if you were just the average beach goer and you went one day and all of a sudden there is a whole ass group of twenty or so incredibly powerful men who all look like they could kill you with just one hand and they're all screaming their heads off playing beach volleyball. and you look at them and you think they seem vaguely familiar but you don't know why. and then you go home and check twitter and your beach is trending and THAT'S how you find out that the entire goddamn national team took a day trip to visit the beach

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sakustars · 1 year

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HQ!! BOYS WITH AN S/O IN A BAND

sfw; fluff; established relationships; gn!reader; reader is a drummer in lev’s and a guitarist in atsumu’s

ft: suna, hinata, lev, atsumu, yachi, bokuto

you know how small bands often hire photographers so they can post good pictures on social media for publicity? yeah, suna’s got you covered.

this man makes sure he’s right at the front and centre of every one of your gigs, snapping away, somehow managing to get the best angles and lighting every time.

he shares the photos with you afterwards in the greenroom, pulling you onto his lap and pointing out all his favourites — “you look so pretty leaning back like that, you should do it more often”.

you honestly didn’t know how hinata managed to balance his schedule so well — you could have sworn he had volleyball practice that night, but there he was, hopping about in the crowd.

he did have practice that night.

volleyball was super important to him, but so were you, so as soon as practice finished, he packed his bag as fast as possible and gunned it across town, mach twenty. lets just say the ticket guy was confused why a tiny ginger kid, horribly out of breath, was holding his ticket out to him like it was his only salvation.

what can he say, he’s a die hard fan.

having a tall boyfriend has it’s perks — knowing that lev can see you even though you were right at the back of the stage always boosted your motivation to perform well.

every gig he attended, you would make sure to do a little drumstick flip, just because you knew he thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

and not to mention videos — it was so rare for you to get any good ones, but with his height, lev could catch all your awesome moments, albeit you couldn’t really hear the drums over his excited cheering.

atsumu is determined to learn guitar for you — “we could be one of those cute couples on the internet, doin’ duets an’ shit, serious, babe”.

if you buy him a guitar for dummies book for christmas, expect lots of kisses in return, though prepare for even more whining for you to be the one to teach him.

love love loves when you sit him down to plaster cute hello kitty band aids over the blisters forming on his finger tips, gazing up at you with heart eyes as you scold him — “this could affect your setting you know?” — but you are touched that he would do this all for you.

you don’t need to provide free tickets for yachi — she works part time at the venue your band frequently performs at.

imagine her serving people drinks at the bar, occasionally throwing them off guard as she suddenly yells “yeah baby!” when your solo starts.

almost faints when you blow her a kiss from all the way over on stage, and a fellow coworker has to start fanning her with a dishcloth. it’s worth it though, to see the flustered expression on her face.

bokuto is very conflicted at your gigs. on one hand, he desperately wants to jump around and dance to your music. on the other, he’s very aware how big he is, and doesn’t want to accidentally crush someone.

half the time he can’t even pay attention, profusely apologising to the people behind him for blocking their view, despite them reassuring him multiple times that really, it’s okay.

after your gig has finished, he always manages to find you, picking you up and twirling around, showering you with compliments of how wonderful you are, as you blush at the crowd he’s drawing — some fans pulling out there phones to post about how cute their favourite band member is with their boyfriend.

🪐a/n: reblogs, likes and comments r very appreciated <3

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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best years ♡ kozume kenma + hinata shoyo

soulmate au where on your 18th birthday, two letters show up on your skin, showing the initials of your soulmate. cw ; an abundance of pet-names used , could b ooc , kenma and shoyo are also soulmates

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

——♡——

It’s Akaashi that calls you for that weekend’s plans. You wake up Tuesday morning, expecting nothing new ; nothing out of your every day schedule. The call comes during your lunch, your drink half-way to your lips when Keiji! flashes on the screen.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” A teasing grin is on your lips as you set your drink down. A small laugh echoes from his side of the phone and your grin widens.

“The boys have come up with a plan.” Akaashi replies. He sighs into the receiver and you can see him leaning against his chair so clearly. “They want to get some volleyball players together for a reunion. Ko’s idea, of course. He’s really excited.”

“I can imagine,” you hum. “Why did you call me, then?”

Akaashi lets out a scoff, “you’re invited, obviously.”

“I wasn’t a player, Keiji.”

“No,” he sighs again, “but you were there for every game. You’re an honorary Fukurodani member. Thought you knew that.”

You click your tongue at his flattery. Akaashi pauses and then clears his throat before continuing to speak. “Kenma will be there. And a few out of town players. If that… makes you more interested.”

“You’re horrible!” you whisper into the phone. Biting your bottom lip, you peer around your desk, making sure none of your co-workers are listening in on your conversation. “That was years ago.”

Keiji hums, the sound of his chair squeaking echoes into the receiver — he’s swinging back-and-forth idly, it seems. “So, you’re saying them being there doesn’t influence you in any way?”

You gulp, the two letters on your collarbone burning as your thoughts swirl. You rub them absentmindedly, dazed as high school memories bounce around your mind with the reminder of how it felt to have a crush. How it felt to love freely — to explore the butterflies that trampled in your stomach and to see through the rose-tinted lenses that colored your every move.

But, that was all before your eighteenth birthday ; before your soulmate was revealed.

“If I show up,” you hope Akaashi doesn’t notice how tense your voice sounds now. He doesn’t speak as you pause, allowing you to collect your thoughts. “It’ll be because you asked me. Not anything else.”

His smug grin is audible as he replies, “whatever you say, [name]. I’ll see you then.”

——♡——

Tugging on your outfit of choice, you let out a breath full of nerves as you look over yourself once more. Not a single hair is out of place — all of the accessories you dragged out match perfectly and your shoes are comfortable enough to stand in for a while. A glance at your collarbone reassures you that the powder you smeared across the initials kept it hidden.

One less thing for you to worry about, at least.

A horn honks outside and a grin falls onto your lips as you rush out, hastily throwing your overnight bag in the trunk before falling into the arms that wrap around you. Kuroo grins as he squeezes your waist one last time before opening the door for you. “Been so long, [name]. How did we survive this long?”

You roll your eyes fondly as you click your seatbelt into place. “It’s been, like, three days. We got coffee the other day.”

“So long!” Kuroo whines as he starts his car. In the backseat, Lev is snoozing away on his sister’s shoulder. You send a wave her way, watching as she takes close up, unflattering pictures of Lev’s drooling face. She wiggles her fingers at you excitedly — another hug was coming your way, you knew. “Can’t believe you said yes to ‘Kashi’s invite and not mine.”

“Why would I ever say yes to you?” As the traffic light turns red, Kuroo turns to glare your way. Your giggle harmonizes with Alissa’s easily — the sound takes you back to high school and the games you’d sit at together. “I don’t even get why I’m invited, but whatever.”

Kuroo shrugs, soon pulling into the restaurant’s parking lot. “Think we’re friends and enjoy your company, or somethin’.”

Bokuto is the next one who pulls you into a crushing hug, swaying you side to side as he blubbers about finally seeing you again. You let out a laugh — you’d seen each other a week ago. He was still just as dramatic as Kuroo, it seemed.

A splotch of red catches your attention as more people come to greet you. Hinata Shoyo is at the bar, a grin on his face as he exchanges conversation with the person beside him. He’s just as bright as he’d always been ; just as enticing and pretty as giggles fall from his lips. Your throat suddenly feels dry — was that his soulmate? The one that’s made for him? It had to be ; with the easy conversation and flirtatious touches that were exchanged.

“[Name],” a voice calls from behind you. He’s soft-spoken ; quiet and nonchalant as a hand rests on your shoulder. Kenma tilts his head, blinking slowly as your throat grows dryer. His hair has grown out, meeting his shoulders as it’s pulled back in a loose bun. “It’s nice seeing you.”

“Hey—” your voice cracks. Clearing your throat, you ignore the heat that rises up your neck and turn to face him fully instead. “Keiji said you were coming, but I wasn’t sure if you ‘d changed your mind.”

Kenma hums, his hand falling from your shoulder to squeeze your hand lightly before his touch disappears. He sticks his hands in his pockets, golden gaze drifting across the restaurant restlessly. “Thought it would be… interesting to join.”

A body is slammed into your back within the next second, arms latching onto your torso and squeezing you to them. Kenma grins for a split second before it settles into a small tilt on the right side of his mouth. A nose is nuzzled into your spine, “[name]! I didn’t even see you come in!”

“Hi, Sho,” you breathe. The red head loops around so that he’s holding your front now, his right arm shooting out to gather Kenma into the embrace. “You were— a little preoccupied when I got here.”

The blond across from you smirks at the dip in your voice, scanning your miffed expression and hiding his amusement. You were jealous — clearly — at Hinata and his charms. The red head frowns your way, “really? Still would’ve noticed you, I think.”

“Guess not,” you grin. Your group gathers, sitting at the largest table that was offered. Laughter and endless chatter bounce off of the walls, drinks clinking together whenever someone would decide it’s time to cheers. Misjudging just how much you were drinking, soon the world was swirling and the colors were blending together.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Kenma murmurs into your ear. You finish chugging the drink in your hand, beating Atsumu at a drinking contest. “Should start slowing down, hm?”

You shake your head, scrunching your nose, “‘m fine! All good here!”

Hinata chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink as he exchanges a look with the gamer as you gossip with Bokuto. The drinks have officially settled into your system now, blurring the world around you and muting any background noises. Heavy eyes blink at Bokuto as he continues to speak, leaning on the palm of your right hand. Hinata is to your left, finishing up his own drink — the alcohol hadn’t hit him yet [it probably wouldn’t ever] — Kenma sipping on his water to your right.

“Time to head home.” Akaashi calls quietly. He and Kuroo are the other two who are sober, fondly smiling at the rest of you. He taps Bokuto on the shoulder gently, receiving a whine in response. “We’ve rented a house for everyone for the weekend. Figured this would happen.”

Everyone stands up, some leaving to their own homes while the rest follow behind Akaashi diligently. Kenma waits by the door as Shoyo wakes you up, helping you stand. He smiles tenderly at the sleepy pout on your lips, “c’mon, pretty. Time to go.”

“We’ll walk back,” Kenma speaks. His hands are in his pockets again, hair tucked behind his ear as he smiles at the way you’re leaning on Hinata. “Isn’t too far. If you both don’t mind?”

The sky is clear as you walk, a small breeze drifting through the street. The weather is chilly, but warm enough that you aren’t shivering and your teeth aren’t chattering. You grab Shoyo’s hand, lacing your fingers through Kenma’s right after as you start to hum.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” you slur out. Swinging your entwined hands, you raise your head so that you’re facing the sky. Kenma shares a grin with the red-head as you continue the children’s song. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Only hiccuped once, angel.” Shoyo tugs on your hand. You grin his way, eyes closing with how wide you smile. He looks to Kenma, “time for bed for this one, I think.”

Kenma nods fondly as you race to the house that’s come into view, hopping onto a still-drunk Bokuto. He cheers joyfully as the two of you babble — your words have stopped slurring, but you’re still not making much sense. The gamer sighs, “not much has changed, huh?”

Shoyo grins, “not much at all.”

You’re sharing a room with Kenma. Which is completely fine — it’s roomy enough for both of you to be comfortable. But, you still gulp at the thought of him being so close — all night. Hinata is in the room across from yours with Atsumu, the latter already snoring as you bid Shoyo goodnight.

An oversized, older Fukurodani shirt is thrown over your torso, sleep shorts snug underneath as you brush your teeth. Now that the alcohol’s haze is gone, you feel sleepy ; lucid as you get ready for bed.

Kenma is playing with his gaming console when you enter, glancing at you briefly with a smile before looking back down at his game. You nod in agreement — decorating a house or two sounded so fun right now.

But the silence surrounding the both of you wasn’t comfortable. It was tense — eerie — as shy glances were exchanged. You cleared your throat once, then again as Kenma made no move. You pursed your lips, getting a stupid, bad idea, but going with it anyways.

“Kozume.”

You’re on your back within the next second, blond hair blocking your face from anything else. Kenma is hovering above you, hands on either side of your head.

“Wanna try that again?”

Before you know it, shy giggles are peeling from your lips as your cheeks heat up drastically. The drinks you’d had earlier had melted away — no longer settled in your stomach — but some of the effects still lingered.

“Kenma,” you coo out. He grins at this, peering down at you with a visible flush. You want to curl your arms around his neck ; ache to bring him close enough to taste. You bite your lip instead, “why are you so quiet?”

“I’m always quiet, sweetheart.” You heave in a breath at the pet-name, grin splitting your face into two. Kenma tilts his head, “jus’ thinking of some things.”

“Like what?” As you shuffle, your shirt slips over your shoulder. Your tattoo was now bare for him to see — bare from the powder you’d applied and free for him to look over. It seems to knock the both of you out of your pink bubble, the reminder of soulmates. Kenma scoots onto his knees, eyes on the floor as he grabs his game once more. You frown, fixing your shirt as you sit up. “Um— what are you playing?”

“Unnamed Animal Game.”

“Oh!” you perked up immediately, scooting closer so that you could peer over his shoulder. “I was just about to play that, too.”

Kenma is the one watching over your shoulder now, watching as you chose to design houses instead of play normally. He lets out a snort, “your island is worse than Shoyo’s and he hasn’t been playing as long.”

Sitting up straight, your eyes widen at Kenma’s words. “Shoyo plays this? And hasn’t added me?!”

You frown, fighting with your blankets to stomp your way to Hinata’s room. Atsumu is still snoring when you creak the door open, the light from Hinata’s phone glowing on his cheeks. He looks up at you and grins, rushing to you quietly as you gesture him your way. Shoyo closes the door behind him, gathering you in his arms before pushing you back to your room gently. “What are we doing? Sleepover? This is so fun!”

“He didn’t bring it with him,” Kenma speaks up, eyes on his game once more. He glances up at both of you with a half-smile, “can’t play with him now.”

“Shoyo!” your voice teeters on the edge of becoming whiny, going up an octave as you flop onto the bed beside Kenma. “You haven’t added me on Unnamed Animal Game? Thought we were closer than that.” To add a dramatic flare, you let out a little sniffle.

Hinata falls onto the bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and giving you a nice squeeze. He’s warm — comforting in every sense of the word as he allows you to settle against him. “Of course we’re close. Maybe not as we were, but…”

A part of you feels bad, knowing you’d just been joking. But, Shoyo’s voice is solemn now, matching the frown Kenma isn’t trying to hide. You look up from his chest, eyes bouncing between the both of them before settling on Kenma’s hands. He’s holding one of Hinata’s, his console long forgotten as he reaches to hold your hand, too. “We can be like that again, you know. People drift and come back all the time.”

“It was right when we got our names, huh?”

You freeze at Kenma’s observation, clutching his hand tighter before letting out a breath and relaxing. Hinata’s thumb rubs against your hip as you sink further into his chest. The blond smiles at you both before speaking again, ”A soulmate shouldn’t keep us from being friends.”

“Or two.” Shoyo says it casually, but you can feel your heart speed up at the implication. He squeezes you once more, his hand tugging Kenma closer. “I— think I have two soulmates. Always have.”

Your collarbone tingles ; burns as Kenma lays behind you now. Hinata’s right arm is draped around your waist, still clinging to the gamer’s hand. Kenma has let go of your hand in order to snuggle against the back of your neck, drawing you closer with Shoyo’s grip. The blond sighs, “N and S. Those are my letters — that’s my name.”

“K and N,” Shoyo is bouncing his leg now. He taps your hip, “And I’d bet yours is S and K, hm?”

“This is real?” You breathe out. Kenma pulls you closer as Hinata’s hold grows tighter. “We’re soulmates?” A break of silence and then — “how can we be so sure?”

“I think we’ve always known. Unconsciously.” Kenma nods slowly, reassuring himself of what he was saying. “Since we met.”

“But, we can talk more in the morning,” Hinata pulls the comforter over the three of you. You snuggle deeper into his chest as Kenma nuzzles his nose further into your hair. Placing a kiss on your cheek, then leaning over to give the blond one as well, he lets out a content sigh. “I’m pretty sure we’re right, though. Destined, as they say.”

Kenma lets out a chuckle that vibrates all the way down your spine. “Tomorrow, Sho. Sleep now.”

You click your tongue, ready to argue even though your eyes have slid shut. “What do you know about sleeping early?”

Hinata lets out a giggle before settling down. “Shh! Goodnight now, my loves!”

——♡—— this got sm longer than i expected it to?? but we're halfway done i think! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#💝 : soulmate au’s #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu soulmate au #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma imagine #kozume kenma soulmate au #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo soulmate au #nekoma x reader #karasuno x reader

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let-me-simp-in-peace · 2 years

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Grocery Shopping With Bokuto, Atsumu, and Hinata

Bokuto:

Loves joining you at the grocery store.

Throws random stuff in the cart just because it looks appealing and pouts when you end up putting most of it back.

Gets incredibly confused when you start mentioning specific brands of different items.

Despite that, he’s been with you so many times that it’s almost muscle memory for where to go and what to get.

Sneaks sweets into the cart when he thinks you aren’t looking, and you pretend not to notice unless he starts adding too many.

Calls your name very loudly, whether he’s right beside you or aisles away, when he finds something he likes.

You ignore the confused stares of the other shoppers as you call back. “Bo, stop yelling in the store! I’m on the bread aisle!”

A few seconds later, he rounds the corner and runs up to you, excitedly telling you about what he found. You can’t help but smile at the way his face lights up when you add it to the cart.

Atsumu:

Absolute nuisance when it comes to getting him to go with you. He complains the entire way there and only stops when you promise him cuddles once you get back home.

Never fails to add something at the last second so you can’t refuse it. You stopped caring after the 6th time he did it, but that didn’t stop you from slapping his arm and calling him a cheapskate for not paying for his own stuff.

Never fails to respond with, “We live together. Your money became our money when you walked in the door.”

“Doesn’t that mean your money is our money too?”

It took him all of 3 seconds to realize he’d walked right into your trap.

“…I guess.”

You grinned triumphantly. “Then, you’re paying next time.”

All he can do is sigh. He’s not really mad. He would give you everything he had if you asked, but he won’t tell you that. He may be whipped for you, but you didn’t need to know it.

Hinata:

Has a love/hate relationship with grocery shopping.

He loves going with you and helping plan meals for the week, but he hates having to ask you or an employee to get things from the higher shelves.

Once tried to jump to reach something and ended up knocking down half the other items in the process.

Absolute trash at money management because his math skills are nonexistent.

Won the argument for carrying the money under the condition that he used the calculator on his phone to add everything up.

Has trouble distinguishing which fruits are ripe and which ones aren’t, so he always asks for your help.

Secretly memorized your food preferences in case he has to shop without you.

“Can you hand me those pasta noodles, please?”

The employee nodded, picking up the nearest box. “These?”

“No, the ones next to them. Y/n prefers those.”

He feels the same when he sees your surprised smile as he does when he wins a game.

The difference is that Hinata may love volleyball with all his heart, but he loves you with everything he is.

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inevitableinfinity · 1 year

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post-timeskip | light angst w/ happy end | 800 words | originally posted here

Tobio doesn't mean to send the text. He types it up and goes to save it to his drafts as he always does when his phone vibrates with a notification, his finger slips, and the message disappears in a whoosh.

Sent.

To Oikawa

His heart drops to his stomach. He should probably send something as a follow-up, a "just kidding" or "you can ignore that" or "Hinata dared me".

He doesn't, unable to move until long after the acceptable window of time to do so has closed. And, instead, he stares at the single bubble, wondering if Oikawa will see the text, hoping that he will, and hoping even more fervently that he won't.

After all, what good would it do either way? There's a reason Tobio has drafts upon drafts of unsent messages to Oikawa: because they're useless. Nothing would change even if he did have the nerve to send them.

He chucks his phone somewhere and tries to forget the whole ordeal. Really, what's most likely to come out of this is Oikawa bringing it up and mocking him for it the next time they see each other.

A notification from Oikawa appears a couple of days later: a cryptic and annoying message, an address. Also, it arrives around 12 in the damn morning.

It's followed by a string of texts with just a single arrow pointing back to the original.

Tobio has half a mind to ignore them, but the texts don't stop and, eventually, he just replies with "fine" and throws on a hoodie and a pair of sneakers before heading out.

Why Oikawa would send him to some random place in the middle of the night, Tobio doesn't know. A more sensible person might consider it sketchy (dangerous, even), but Tobio is too tired to feel anything other than irritated.

He finds himself at a metro station. While there are a few people who have presumably just exited hurrying to some destination at this late hour, nothing really stands out to him. He sends "I'm here" to a suspiciously quiet Oikawa and raises his phone to snap a photo as proof.

It's hard to get a good shot at night and it takes a few seconds for the camera to focus. As it does, he notices a figure on the screen making a beeline for him. He lowers his phone as the person stops just a few meters away.

"Hi." The moon paints Oikawa in her silvery glow, softening him to the point of ethereal, and Tobio has to rub his eyes to make sure he's seeing correctly.

Oikawa Tooru.

In Italy.

"What...what are you...?" Tobio stammers. "Why?"

Oikawa stares at him like he's an idiot. "You said you missed me."

"I didn't—" Tobio starts to protest, but Oikawa holds up his phone. Even from afar, Tobio knows what it is: the accidental text, the simplest of confessions—more a concession on his part—the words he always thinks and never sends.

"You're so embarrassing, honestly, texting me this while I'm in the middle of a match and then pretending like nothing happen—"

He's already stopped listening as he closes the distance between them and wraps Oikawa in a hug. "You're here," breathes Tobio, squeezing so tightly that Oikawa makes a small, annoyed sound. "Why are you here?"

"Well..." Oikawa's nose is cold as it presses against Tobio's neck. "If my uselessly adorable boyfriend misses me, who am I to deny him?"

Tobio flushes, embarrassed, but not enough to let go. "I didn't mean—"

"You didn't mean it?"

"I did!" Tobio snaps and then takes a breath, trying to soften his tone. "I just didn't think you'd...want to know. Or do anything about it."

"I mean, I certainly can't drop everything every time you miss me," Oikawa says and Tobio nods. He knows that. Missing is a constant, a given, and so he doesn't bother sending the sentiment—voicing those feelings just makes things worse for both of them, words lingering in some nebulous in-between where they ache and expand from lack of resolution. "But once in a while isn't...impossible."

"Why did you come this time, though?" There's a tournament a month away, which is a long time but also not the longest time they've gone without seeing each other.

It takes Oikawa a minute or two to respond, silently tracing spirals on Tobio's back. "I suppose...I missed you too," his boyfriend whispers before clearing his throat and clarifying loudly, "Just a little, though! Don't get cocky."

"I won't," Tobio lies because it's too late for that.

After all, Oikawa had seen Tobio's silly text and immediately flown halfway across the world for him. How could he not feel smug about that?

#oikage #oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #haikyuu #dear timeskip oikg please leave me alone #you have ruined my life okay bye #angst with a happy ending #originally posted on twitter #my writing

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nishipostitz · 2 years

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haikyuu men as brothers best friend

scenario: waking you up for breakfast

gn!reader x multicharacter

part 1 | part 2

tw!! underboob in second one bc of a crop top. no pronouns. NONE ;D

the ones who dont bother to even go upstairs to your room. they just yell from the bottom of the stairs. there is absolutely no energy put into this. when they hear no sign of your being upstairs, they end up calling you with their phone. that still doesn’t wake you up. so they wrap up a towel and throw it at you from your door. they’re not going to invade your personal space, nor waste energy to walk anymore. they also just want a reaction out of you..

kenma, tsukki, oikawa, futakuchi, kindaichi, sakusa

the ones who would go into your room. be very polite and cautious inside your room. they don’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep, even though it was their mission from your brother to come in and wake you up while he made breakfast. but oh my, oh my. you were wearing a crop top and shorts. the way you slept was comfortable. leg propped up on a decorative pillow, arms above your head and your body at a slight angle. he was holding in the giggle of the sight of you sleeping in such a weird way. but later caught site of some underboob. immediately starts blushing and throws the blanket over you, covering you up. then runs out the door completely forgetting to wake you up

suga, daichi, asahi, iwa, tanaka, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, ushi, goshiki, kunimi, kita, yamamoto, aran, ushi

they’re dressed up ridiculously in a quick and cheap remake of body armor. carefully entering your room like it’s a battlefield. a pot and wooden spoon ready to be used. they’re going to enter your room and start banging the instruments in hand. knowing that you’d attack them when you wake up. so the makeshift armor was there to protect them. the banging continues and you wake up in anger. how dare they disturb your sleep in this way?

kageyama, lev, yaku, inouka, noya, hinata, miya twins, tendou

the guys who would still be asleep. they don’t care. sleep is sleep. your brother can handle two on his own, he’ll be fine.

kenma, atsumu, goshiki, tendou, oikawa, noya, aone, bokuto, tsukki(just to annoy your brother)

well that’s the end to my writing inspo.. im probably doing a part 2 😁

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hey! hope you’re doing well. I’m starting to reread the HQ at Hogwarts series because I needed a change of pace from my work at uni (and it’s a comfort read of mine). anywho, I was wondering if you had a favorite quote from any of your stories that you wrote and why (or just the quote if it is to avoid spoilers)? like were there any quotes that really made a scene worth writing to you?

Oooh I love this ask, thank you!

Let's see, I don't know if these are my favorite but they're lines that come to mind a lot that I'm specifically proud of (tbh I tend to forget lines until I'm re-reading one of my stories and see it and go "oh yeah, that one")

I'll try to do one per series. I can't really pick one from Past is a Mirror or Call Me Your Home At Night yet, I'll have to wait until they're more done:

ATFO:

Oof somehow this is the hardest series to choose just one line from. That said, it's a super dark line for a dark chapter but I really love the use of homophones in this one.

Dick tilts his head up to the sky and laughs.

Laughs until it hurts and it does, it hurts so much, and that just makes him laugh more--throwing his arms out like he can fly on the ground and turning in a circle in a dirt covered Gotham alley that even the morning can’t erase.

Because Robin always smiles when it’s dark. Until it’s morning again.

Or mourning again.

….Dick’s laugh fades out.

Cards:

And, eight years old and with a bone deep gravity too heavy for his small body, Kuroo Tetsuro quietly made a vow even if Kozume Kenma would never hear it.

I’m going to build a kingdom around you.

(Not a line but Tsuki and Hinata's final conversation in Shufling the Deck is what really sold me on writing that sequel)

Walking With My Eyes Open/ In Spite of Ourselves:

Honestly for short stories this series has some of my favorite conversations; but, a couple of favorite lines are these two.

But, human shoulders weren’t meant to bear the expectations of divinity.

and

A riddle, Schrodinger’s long lost love letter. Gen had proof he fell in love--was dying to try even--yet still couldn’t quite believe it. So, which was the lie?

Hq at Hogwarts:

I really love the prologue for Department of Mysteries; I wrote it waaaay before I posted it and was excited about posting it for awhile. I think the end just eally says everything about how long and how deeply Akaashi does love Bokuto.

He was bright and happy and so deeply good in a way that was everything Akaashi wanted that he fell in love by the time he took the hand.

“I’m Keiji.”

Investigators Inc.:

Truthfully, my favorite of my humorous stories; I like this exchange a lot from when their van breaks down. It just eels like it really fits all of them.

“I’m looking up directions,” Suga said, already pulling out his phone.

“But….but, map !” Oikawa held it up even as it drooped around him.

“Great,” Kuroo said, “we can use it for shelter when we’re stuck out here and have to take up foraging.”

Bokuto brightened. “Ooh, I’ve got a pocket knife!”

“Yay, we’ll need it to fight off the wolves,” Kuroo said.

“I don’t think it’s that dire,” Suga said, showing them the screen. “There’s a town pretty close by. Can’t find a taxi or a towing service, though. We may have to walk if Iwaizumi can’t fix it. It’s about an hour.”

Kuroo shrugged. “Honestly, Iwaizumi can probably fix it. He’s like the machine whisperer or something.”

“Iwaizumi cannot fix it,” Iwaizumi said from right beside the passenger window and Oikawa jumped. “The transmission’s out.”

“Then, put it back in,” Bokuto suggested.

Iwaizumi stared. “I’m seriously having all of you read a car manual one of these days."

Thanks again for the ask! Trutfully I always love hearing what people's favorite lines are; I just think it's really neat to see what sticks with people and I'm always touched that it could be something I wrote.

#hq at hogwarts #atfo #wwmeo #cards #investigations inc

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Wish You Were Sober

ଘ ⟆ haikyuu m.list. ⟆ taglist. ଘ pairing. shoyo hinata x fem! reader ଘ wc: 3K .

ଘ the idea was based off of this tiktok! you and your ex have just broken up and you want to get away from all the stresses in life. your friend invited you to a college party and there you meet your high school boyfriend hinata. all the feelings from the past resurface and you have to make a decision between your ex or hinata.

ଘ content: abuse, alcohol, throwing up cuz of drinking

the click of your diamond beaded heels echoed in the night. you were invited to a party by your friend. it was to celebrate her finishing her college courses. you were proud of her, she accomplished something many could not.

you wore a tight sparkle silver dress that hugged your curves. it was short and made you feel empowered and beautiful. you looked up to see her dorm have people out in the front conversing with red cups and whatever liquid inside of them. there were decorations plastered on the building. some read “congrats” and “we knew you could do it.” you started wondering if you would ever have that same amount of glory.

as you made your way up the stairs your phone started beeping with texts. quickly and nonchalantly you opened up your phone to read your boyfriend’s whining and begging. again a fight. again he put his hands on you. you always wondered when was enough, enough. you were starting to believe you were at your breaking point. you were starting to come undone and crumble from the constant abuse. you knew it was wrong, it was not right and you always told yourself this was the moment you were done with him but a piece of you still loved him. or maybe you assumed the feeling you felt was love, maybe you depended on him, maybe you felt whole with him. it all was confusing to you. the words “i’m sorry” and “it will never happen again” filled the screen on your phone. yeah, you’ve heard that before.

with a sigh you forcefully shoved your phone, with already read texts, in your purse. this wasn’t your day it was your friends. but that is when you entered and something happened inside you.

“no fuckin way!” you shouted as you saw your best friend hinata. hinata and you were a couple in highschool then you both went to college in different areas. he was far away and you were…here. you both kept in contact via texts, calls, video call. but to see him here made your heart do somersaults. you both had dated in highschool and there he was a young dork. ginger locks that you loved combing your fingers through. you were starting to heat up looking at him in the distance. your mouth parted as your heart continued to patter like wings of a hummingbird.

“hinata?” you scrambled to get closer to him. you were like a magnet with him.

hinata turned around and that’s when his eyes widened with pure joy and his mouth created a huge toothy grin. “y/n?” he opened up his arms and you ran into them. feeling safe. feeling home.

right away you noticed hinata’s attractiveness. from playing volleyball for college his arms were formed and so were his legs. he was taller now and his jaw was formed. he looked like a man. his fingers were thicker and had calluses on them from constant use of the ball. he wore a cap backwards, his red hair peaking. then he wore a sweatshirt jersey of his college with some basketball shorts. he wore vans and always of course he had his key chain strap sticking out of his shorts, something he used to do as a teen.

“i can’t believe you’re here!” you said happily, giggling from excitement. hinata brought his hands up and softly touched your cheeks, rubbing heavenly touches on the apples of them. you noticed he had a couple of yarn woven bracelets on and that made you smile. he was still the happy sunshine. “i wish i would of known, i would of picked you up!”

hinata gave a lopsided grin, “it’s all good. no worries. your friend wanted to surprise you. she texted me a couple weeks ago. i’m staying at the hotel near your house. but surprise!”

you embraced him again and inhaled him. he was such a comfort to you. he still smelled like his body soap, fresh and clean. “i missed you so much hinata.”

“i missed you even more, beautiful.” he gently lifted you up from the floor. “remember i used to hug you like this in highschool.”

“oh my god yes,” you rolled your eyes as you playfully smacked him. “my skirt used to always fly up and you would threaten all your teammates that whoever saw under my skirt you would shove the volleyball up their asses.”

hinata blushed as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “i remember that. god i was really embarrassing.”

“don’t be,” you went by him, in the kitchen. you grabbed a red cup and filled it with rum and coke. “i always loved that about you.” why were you flirting? you literally still had unfinished business with your ex. that’s when it harped on you, did hinata know. he must of. sometimes when on your late night calls with him it would slip out. hinata would see the bruises and hear some things that were questionable. he always said you were too good for your ex and that he wanted you away from him, adding that you could always stay with hinata.

downing your drink and wanting to forget about your ex, your life, the stresses, you imagined what life would be like if you and hinata would have worked out. what if you did take him up on the offer and stay with him? you might actually be happy.

you shook your head as you quickly beelined to the bathroom. there you stared in the mirror, noticing some tears forming beads around your eyes. when you and hinata called it quits before college, you felt as if your heart had been broken in two. you loved hinata, still do but the long distance you felt was too much. not for you but for hinata. you felt hinata was going to find some other beautiful girl that wasn’t fucked up and that deserved him. that was your conclusion. hinata was too good for you and he was. during highschool you were the one in tears, frustrated, usually the one to give up and he was the happy go lucky. the smiles king. he deserved someone else that made him smile, not made him sad. you were friends with him, that's all you two could ever be and you had to accept that. hinata deserved the best and that wasn’t you. besides he probably had a girlfriend by now.

you wiped the lonely tears away and opened the bathroom door. hinata was on the opposite side of the wall, leaning against it with a red cup in his hand. his eyebrows stitched together worried as he motioned to you quickly. “hey, you okay?” his eyes searched yours as he huddled over you in height.

you nodded, not wanting him to know your pain. “bro, when in the hell did you get so fuckin tall?”

hinata’s face changed to a grin as he kissed the top of your head. you knew that he knew you were faking it. he knew you that well. “well, when the fuck did you get so short, bruh?”

you both snickered. hinata shouted to get everyone's attention while holding onto you by the shoulder, making you completely glued to his side.

“hey everyone!” hinata drew his cup up high in the air. “ let’s get fucked up!!!!” he screamed as others hollered and cheered.

you and hinata had done beer pong which you had amazingly won. then hinata did a pushup contest with other guys which he had won. so you two were a tie for winning this night. it was becoming the best night ever for you. hinata would not leave your side no matter how many guys tried to force him to leave to go to another party or how many girls wanted hinata to dance with them, hinata chose you and held your hand the entire night.

you however were starting to feel the alcohol and you succumbed to its strengths. feeling the loneliness and pain be covered by the high of the burning sensation of it seeping down your throat.

“you know i can lick my elbow?” you chuckled like a little kid, shushing hinata to tell him the secret of your powers. you noticed hinata did not drink as much. only having a couple shots and beers but now he was drinking water. was he watching out for you and making sure nothing happened to you?

hinata looked down at his water and gave a small smile. “nah, i don’t believe that.”

you gave a maniacal laugh, making hinata find you even more cute. “oh buddy trust me, believe it. i’m gonna post this on yuptube and it's gonna go viral.”

“oh yeah?”

“definatelyyyyyyyy!” you sang. “just look.” you put your elbow up and tried to lick the end. your face was hilarious and hinata busted out laughing, sliding down the wall. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do it. hinata bellowed out a belly laugh, tears falling down his face from laughter. “sweetheart, i don’t think you can do it.”

“awww, no i can,” you pouted. as you tried to bash your head to try to stick your tongue to your skin, the motion caused you to trip over your feet and land onto hinata.

“woah, you okay y/n?”

“mwahahaha, i just fell. i guess i can’t lick my elbow.” you cackled.

hinata helped you stand up and looked in your eyes, hands again pressed to your cheek like an overprotective boyfriend. “i think you need to drink some water, love. stay right here while i get you some.”

hinata was quick with your water and he was right. you were starting to not even be able to remember your name.

“more, little more.” he kept pushing your cup further and further for you to drink more.

you were starting to feel a little bit better, “thank you.” some water dripped down your lips to your chin and hinata caught his sleeve to pick up the mess. he wiped it away for you.

“hinata?” you grabbed onto his hands tightly. loving how perfect they fit with yours. these hands never hurt you, never slapped, punched, pushed you. hinata’s hands were hands of gold and hands that brought comfort.

“yes, beautiful?”

“can you dance with me?” you looked up at him with an eye full of wonder and amazement. it was like he witnessed the most beautiful creation to ever walk on this earth, that was how he felt about you. “please, hinata.”

hinata bent down and kissed your forehead with such love that it was more than you ever felt with your ex.

“of course.” hinata grabbed your hand and led you to the living room of your friend’s. the music that was blaring was club music, it was a party after all. hinata didn’t like this taste of music to dance with you so he led you somewhere else. “c’mon, i have a better idea.” hinata looked at each bedroom. one was being occupied by a couple having sex to which hinata covered your eyes as if you didn’t know or never had sex in your life.

“umm, hinata you know i’ve had sex before.”

hinata sighed, “yeah i know. unfortunately,” he mumbled the last word.

you were confused, was he mad that you were in a relationship with your current…thing? you were so indecisive. you didn’t know where you and your ex stood.

“here,” hinata guided you into another bedroom on the top floor, away from everyone. “how’s this sweetie?” he had a smile as big as the sun. he twirled you like a princess, holding you steady after on your hips. your heart sped faster with his hands so close to your skin. his fingers dug a bit tighter in your hips and he rubbed the fabric there. it was like an electrical shock.

“hinata,” you whispered, eyes on him as his mouth opened slightly, a blushing mess as he heated up.

“let’s just dance.” he grabbed his phone and put on a giveon's song ‘i want you.’ it was slow, sensual. the lyrics spoke the words that you and he were trying hard to find. they were right in your mouth, waiting to spill. they were in your heart and you knew. it was always him. it was always hinata.

“hinata, i don’t-”

“shhh,” hinata slid you closer as his hand landed on your ass and guided to the back of your neck. then his hands dripped down to your arms, grabbing your hands, holding onto them like his life depended on it.

the air was hot, sexy, it was simple. two humans that wanted to love each other but it was not the right time. oh how you could go back in time. how you wish you could have worked things out with hinata.

“you mean everything to me hinata.” your lips trembled wanting to give up everything to him. but things were complicated. hinata grabbed your face again in his hands, wiping your tears away.

“i know baby, shhh, i know. you know i never got over you. all those nights trying with some other girl it never worked because they weren’t you. i thought about the way you talk, the way you laugh, your clothing, your smell, touch, all those made an impact on me that i don’t want to live without you. i settled for friends but i can’t. i need more. i want more. and i know you have that guy-”

you went with your gut. you couldn’t handle the separation anymore. in one swift movement you stood on your tiptoes and crashed your lips onto hinata’s. hinata carried you and wrapped your legs around his torso, diving deeper in the kiss. you both moaned and clashed with fury. teeth against teeth, passion against passion. it was like an explosion.

hinata put his hands on your ass and clawed there. you rummaged your fingers through his locks, feeling the soft hair on your skin. hinata groaned as he landed against the wall and slid down with you still connected, him still holding onto you. he landed on the floor with you on his lap as you two made out even more.

“i can’t believe how beautiful you are y/n. every time i see you, you get even more beautiful. no other girl can compare. you are so special to me.” his kisses went down to your neck where you grinded on his clothed shorts.

you couldn’t believe what you were doing. you still were with someone and he was currently blowing up your phone.

“i love you y/n. i love you with everything i have.” hinata muttered against your neck, feeling your pulse quicken.

“hinata i-” then the feeling came up. not of love and not of passion but of barfing. “i think i’m gonna throw up.” you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, holding it in till you made it to the toilet.

hinata’s eyes widened in that instant. what a turn of events. “oh, i’m coming!”

he was a gem. a pure ray of sunshine.

as you hurled unstoppable in the toilet of your friend's house, hinata held your hair away from your face so that it didn’t mesh with your vomit. “aww you poor thing. i knew i shouldn’t have let you drink so much.”

you wiped your mouth with the wet napkin that hinata gave you and leaned against the bathtub of the bathroom. “it’s okay. i wanted to forget, i wanted to space out.” as you shifted on the floor your whole neck was exposed showing hinata the bruise.

“what did he do?” his eyes were dark and he was all of a sudden so angry. you saw his fists turn white from the clenching.

“i don’t know-”

“that monster. that fucking disgusting piece of trash. did he hit you again?”

“he swore that this was the last time hinata. he said he wouldn’t do it again-”

hinata scoffed, “yeah he says that every single fucking time! y/n can’t you see this guy is fuckin terrible for you! you deserve so much better!”

your head was pounding and the room was spinning. your thoughts were not coherent. you wanted your ex and hinata. it was the same cycle. again you felt drawn to your ex, it was an unshakable feeling, one you never understood. why do you still love your ex? or did you love him? it all didn’t make sense and you were starting to get more sick.

“please hinata. i can’t right now, can you please hand me my phone. it’s in the bedroom.” you went again to vomit in the toilet.

hinata went to retrieve the phone and he saw there were tons of messages flooding your lockscreen. ‘i’m sorry baby’ ‘you mean the world to me’ ‘i promise i won’t do it again’ ‘i love you’ ‘i need you’ ‘i don’t know what i will do without you.’ hinata was pissed because it was the same shit. the same shit you fell for. hinata loved you and bless your heart, he truly didn’t understand why you would go back to that heathen. hinata shook his head. he just pronounced his love for you and he knew that you were going to go back.

defeated he gave you your phone, “here.” he leaned against the bathroom wall and just got a good look at you. all of a sudden sadness just overwhelmed him so much that he felt he was going to cry. how much you meant to him. “please y/n, please don’t go.” he stopped his lips from trembling.

tears fell from your eyes and you knew it, he knew it. you were going back. “i’m sorry hinata.” you stood up and bent down to kiss his forehead. “maybe in another life.”

hinata looked outside to see your boyfriend’s car there and in a split second he picked you up and you were gone. hinata felt he lost again.

it was 4 in the morning and hinata was tossing and turning in his sleep. he was sweating and his heart was having palpitations. he was anxious. he hated himself for letting you get in that car with that man. what if that was the last time he would see you? what if he would hit you again or worse? he blamed himself. called himself a coward. he thought love could conquer everything.

hinata got up to drink some water as his nerves were making his throat dry. a ding went off on his phone to show he got a message. as he looked he saw a text from you. right on the top of his phone read the words, loml.

‘i don’t deserve you.’

hinata again felt the tears. they blurred his vision as he tried texting back everything he wanted to say, ‘please y/n. come here. stay with me, i will protect you and care for you.’

hinata shook his head, did he deserve this treatment? were you toxic? no, no he didn’t think like that. you were in a tight spot and his best friend. you were his everything. you meant the world to him.

‘i’m sorry hinata. i really am. i can’t do this again. i need you. i want you. i told him we we’re done.’

hinata read the text over and over. was this real life? he quickly dialed your number, afraid for your life that you broke up with your boyfriend.

“hello,” you cried on the other end.

“oh my god! y/n, are you okay? are you really done with him? is this really over?” you cried on the other end, “i wanted to go with you today hinata. i really did. i was just confused about everything. but i feel safe with you. i feel comforted by you. i feel happy and loved and just like i can do anything when i am with you. that kiss today was the best feeling ever. it meant so much to me and made me feel and know the truth.”

hinata held back his sobs and nodded, “can you get here? do you need me to pick you up?”

“it’s okay, i’m already here.” hinata could hear you smile on the other end.

he sped to the door and opened it as fast as possible. and there you were. in his doorway, shivering from the rain storm that was outside. and on your face was a big fat bruise on your eye. hinata gasped and had a face of horror. “y/n.” he went to the bed and grabbed his fluffy blanket wrapping you in it. “you can change your clothes in a bit to get dry. i have some extra hoodies and shorts. but you poor thing, my sweetie.” hinata carried you again like he always used to do in highschool. he carried you to his bed and placed you on his lap. embracing you and kissing you lightly all over the face.

“it’s okay. i should have done this sooner,” you gave a lopsided grin. “one more thing hinata?”

hinata tilted his head in question.

“i love you, too.”

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