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Hi, I have an emergency request. Tomorrow is my birthday. It is also the anniversary of my ex bf dumping me immediately after sex. He told me he hadn't loved me for months. Later that same day I also found out he had secretly been cheating on me. I found out by seeing the girl's insta. I have a history of selfharm/suicidal tendencies. Could I get a aone, suga, daichi, OR ushi (just 1) bf spending my bday w/ me so I don't feel alone/unwanted & so I don't hurt myself? I always hated my bday. Thnx!

I know you said just one, but I thought it would be a nice addition to show you how the others would treat you on your birthday too. So I did little snippets for three of the guys while you spend the day with your boyfriend, Aone.

You dread this day every year but this one seems to be even more difficult than all the others combined. You stayed awake well beyond your intention last night just overthinking every decision you’ve ever made so when you get up for the day it feels like you haven’t slept at all.

There’s texts waiting for you as you blindly walk yourself through getting something to drink, preferably with caffeine if you have it, before you actually open it up. Once you do, you see the first one is from Daichi; Happy Birthday! I’d really like to bring you breakfast when you wake up, just let me know when is good for you.

You almost say no, pushing people away is the normal way you deal with things, but there’s something about seeing his disappointed face that encourages you to send a quick, ‘I’m awake now’ text back.

You text with him while preparing your drink and soon he shows up with a bag filled with two of your favorite breakfast sandwiches and a couple muffins.

He says he can’t stay long but he wanted to see your smile and as hard as it is to do, you find a way to give him that. It’s as sincere as you can possibly offer and he understands.

Aone just shows up at your door in the middle of the day with a picnic basket and he offers you his hand.

You hesitate but you take it and he leads you to a small field where he has a blanket on the ground and a small bouquet of your favorite flower. You feel your face warm slightly but he mistakes it for the chill of the breeze and quickly offers you his jacket which only flusters you further but it’s warm and it smells like him so you hold it as tight against your face as you can.

He’s brought some of your favorite snacks along with an actual entree he made himself. It’s so thoughtful and kind that you have a hard time not just tearing up because someone actually cares enough about you to go through all this trouble just to make your day feel a little better.

Because while you might not have given him all the details, Aone knows this day is hard for you so he wants to distract you as much as possible.

You’re kind of still partially full from the food Daichi brought for you but you eat a little more with his encouragement and you find it all tastes amazing and you make sure to tell him that.

Aone doesn’t talk much but you enjoy one another’s company beyond words. His presence is overwhelming for some but you like the way you feel smaller with him. You like the way he lets you talk when you want to but also doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence if conversation lapses for a while.

He loves you how you always hoped someone would and no one ever did.

He loves you in the silences, in the dark, in the empty hollow parts of you that you can’t seem to forget no matter how hard you try. Sometimes he just holds your hand, kisses your wrist, and you know exactly what he’s saying.

He’s saying thank you, thank you for staying here for me.

Thank you for being alive.

Thank you for loving me.

Because he said it that night, the night you told him. He said those words as tears slid freely down his cheeks. The thought of you being in so much pain had hit him harder than you expected but he showed no hesitation in letting you see how important you were to him. He didn’t hide away and save the tears for later, he just let himself be raw and vulnerable right along with you.

It was probably that moment that you realized you loved him.

You start to tear up thinking about that night again, and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in a bit closer to shield you from the wind. He drops a kiss to your head and softly whispers, “Thank you for letting me celebrate your birthday. I’m so happy you were born.”

“Love you, Aone.”

“And I you.”

Once you pack everything up, Aone walks you back to your small apartment and you start to feel a coldness seeping inside you at the thought of him leaving.

He doesn’t though.

He waits at your door seeking permission to come in the same way he always does and you don’t hesitate to invite him inside.

“Don’t you have plans?” you ask, because you don’t want him to sacrifice his whole day just to spend time with you.

“You’re my plan.”

Your eyes go wide and he quickly realizes what that could sound like and he backs away a few steps. “Spending time with you, is my plan. I don’t have any other plans.”

There’s a slight flush to his cheeks and you want to comment on it but you don’t want to make him feel more embarrassed. “Oh, okay. Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

He nods in agreement so you turn something on as a distraction.

Before the movie is over you have two waiting texts, one from Ushijima that says he hopes you’re doing well today and that he wishes you a happy birthday. It’s a bit dry, he can be that way sometimes but you know he’s never insincere with his words so you quickly send back a thank you.

The other is Suga asking if you feel up to a vid call later because he misses your cute face and he’s sorry he couldn’t make it over this morning with Daichi because he had to work but he asks you to hang out later this week to ‘celebrate properly’. He also mentions that Aone is welcome to tag along of course, but he wants pictures throughout the day to make sure you’re actually being taken care of on your birthday, not that he doubts your silent king in the least. But as intimidating as Aone is, Sugawara would absolutely fight him if he wasn’t physically there in person taking care of you.

You shake your head at him but send back a photo of the two of you cuddled together on the couch and he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets it. You also say yes to the vid call but you make him promise to keep it short because you don’t want to split your time for too long,

Aone deserves a hundred percent of your attention and affection.

Most of the rest of the day is kind of the same. You watch a couple movies, have that quick call with Sugawara when he’s done with work for the day, and you sit cuddled up with the man you love.

When it gets dark and evening rolls around Aone does ask that you eat some more and offers to get takeout but there’s still plenty of food left from the picnic so you wave him off and you both eat reheated leftovers.

It gets late and you can feel the air around you tense a little and you’re not sure why.

Normally you’d let it go, let it pass...but Aone looks like he’s struggling to say something.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, pausing the movie to look up at him.

“I-” he swallows. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “You never make me uncomfortable,” you say, because he doesn’t, never has. He’s always felt like safety and home.

“I would like to stay. I’m not asking for anything...improper. I just, I don’t want to leave you tonight.”

It’s the least eloquent you’ve ever seen him. He rarely speaks in long sentences but when he does they’re usually well put together and thought out. Clearly this must have been weighing on him for a while.

“Aone, you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” you say, then you look up into his eyes. The eyes that hold depths of softness and warmth. The eyes everyone overlooks when they take in his stature, the eyes that betray his intimidating appearance. When his gaze flicks back to yours, you calmly, truthfully respond, “I trust you.”

He hugs you tighter to his chest and kisses you softly on the head.

He pulls back only to smile down at you like you’re the most amazing thing in the world before he squeezes you against him again.

It’s one of the hundreds, no thousands of ways he regularly tells you he loves you.

“Love you too, ‘One.”

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#not naruto #not knb #haikyuu!!#kel answers #birthday anon #aone takanobu x you #aone takanobu headcanons #aone takanobu x reader

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goshiyachi · 7 years

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The legacy of the dreamer

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Sawamura Daichi/ Ikejiri Hayato Summary: Meeting and saying goodbye to Sawamura was something Ikejiri never thought would blind his heart and put into mercy over the course of his adolescent years; so it was safe to say that being in love has never been more worth the pain and uncertainty that was dealt with him. Because in the end he got to see what he fought for sit right next him. Prompts Used: “And I say: Yes, I am a dreamer and these feathers they won’t stay.”; “I love the winning, I can take the losing, but most of all I love to play” (Boris Becker); Insecurities; Practice; seasons @ikejiriday , plus distance from @daichirarepairweek A/N: A little late for Ikejiri’s birthday but I really wanted to make sure I got this done. Happy belated birthday son <3.

Or Read on ao3.

The volleyball court has always been a place for Ikejiri to come back again and again. It was a cycle he couldn’t break no matter how many times he tried to distance himself in the beginning after his fallout in high school. There were snippets back in middle school but it was far more easy to see without Sawamura by his side to chide him. He was alone in many ways he couldn’t ever imagine possible and it scared him. He didn’t think he would be this dependent on his middle school life with Michimiya and Sawamura. It just didn’t feel right to have his heart ripped out and see how distance made him so insecure. It was pathetic that he over thought the few emails and texts he sent. But it wasn’t like Ikejiri could plain out run to Sawamura’s house and cry out all his worries of not getting along with his new peers. Or how he didn’t see volleyball the same without Sawamura guiding him and making everything seem far more manageable. He could just hear Michimiya’s side comments and punches hitting his arm. The phantom pains of her strength were strangely missed as he would catch himself touching the faded bruises she gave him during their graduation. It was hard to walk into his new school and feel like the crowd was in a different level than him; even when he went to the gym to meet the volleyball team didn’t help him breathe easier.

The walls echoed the same, the nets were set up and the bodies were filling the space up quickly. Holding the ball only made him think about Sawamura and his easy smiles that gave Ikejiri confidence to keep on moving and playing. But without him, there was this silence inside his mind that made him uneasy. He knew it was stupid to be so flaky with his hobby of volleyball just because the people didn’t match his dreams. Yet that was all he did every time he went back to the gym to relive the memories of middle school and slowly getting used to not hear Sawamura’s voice or Michimiya greeting them. Karasuno wasn’t technically that far away, but it just felt like if he did stroll up there he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. And that wasn’t how he wanted to reunite with them. Not when it wasn’t even a month into the year; that weakness was the reason why he would curl inside his bed and glare at his cellphone. He started writing more emails but when he was in the middle of one he would see red flags popping up of his insecurities. They would then turn into drafts that Ikejiri would never have the courage to publish them.

As his endless love of volleyball concerned him, there was a part of him that was happy to see in the sidelines of Sawamura’s influence flowing inside him when he trained really hard. But it wasn’t consistent enough for him to text Sawamura so he could be proud of him. It only made it feel more real the way he made friends that struggled the way workmanship of being really motivated. They were bad people, more like Ikejiri was surrounded by normality clinging to his shoulders and their drive to be the top school of their prefecture. Their success would never be realized; and in some days he was okay with it. And that was when the ache of Sawamura’s absence really did a number on him. It was like he was letting him down for not pushing himself like Sawamura was probably doing at the moment. He could imagine it with ease; Sawamura with faceless teammates running in high spirits and smiles as they got better with their spikes and combination attacks. He was growing in ways Ikejiri would never be able to touch on. And it bothered him the more he allowed Sawamura get ahead him with every day that passed since their first year of high school.

The second year of high school was easier to manage the emptiness he carried. By then he had good company to keep him occupied. There were people that made him feel like Sawamura and Michimiya were close at hand the way they were able to make laugh and forget about his worries. It was like a pain that gradually healed (or so he thought at the time). Ikejiri should have seen it coming though. When he turned on his cellphone and see no messages from either one he would see the error of his passive behavior. It wasn’t easy to realize how forgettable he was; it stung and made him almost want to kick himself the way he cried and found himself unable to reach out. There was an easy way to fix it but the more he looked at their scarce communication Ikejiri saw how hard it was to be friends who went to different schools. They all each liked volleyball but it was apparent that his level of enthusiasm would never compare to Sawamura’s. That and Michimiya had more chances of contact with Sawamura. He wasn’t stupid. Ikejiri was very aware of her feelings back in middle and now that she left to Karasuno with Sawamura it hurt more. She would smile with ease, would give Sawamura sly touches and maybe get a legitimate relationship with him while Ikejiri would be far away and not be the wiser. Maybe that was it stung when he woke up every day and held the volleyball with tense fingers. Because he wrapped his adoration with volleyball with Sawamura like an idiot. He loved the sport but there was no denying it that the only reason he gave volleyball a chance was because of Sawamura’s influence and easy persuasion to join their middle school team. It was a sport that gave him not only time to hear Sawamura’s speeches and smiles that made his heart gush but, give himself confidence in himself.

It was thanks for his best friend at the time that made him see what he could accomplish. But without him and Michimiya there was piece of him that felt hallow. He watched some of their school’s games when he cheered for his. He didn’t know how to feel the way he heard the stories of Karasuno from passing students from various schools. He didn’t do anything but rethink about Sawamura and the ways their paths still didn’t cross. The seasons passes far too slowly; watching the sakuras fall didn’t give him any smiles. Walking during spring showers made him miss the times he shared an umbrella with Sawamura. The summer heats made him jealous of the couples that talked about beach dates. Fall did the same as he watched his group of friends get ready for winter. The seasons themselves were horrible because the more they changed he was forced to look at the calendar precede with time. His third year was like an awakening the way he finally concluded that the few messages he got from either of them wouldn’t hurt him. Having no contact helped a little the more he accepted that he would eventually lose all contact because college would be the next hurdle. It wouldn’t be probable for Sawamura to come running and telling him he liked him too. For all he knew Michimiya probably already won and had him by her side. He didn’t want to be bitter and sad anymore. It was far too exhausting to allow a boy do that damage and not even realize the impact he had over Ikejiri. He still didn’t date anybody. Ikejiri continued his life as normally as possible and played volleyball with semi dreams that could have made him guilty back in middle or during his first year of high school. There was still some of it but for some reason he let it pass.

The practice of carefully laying his emotions made him see life a little easier. He grew accustomed to his daily life that soon the colors of his life became more vivid again. When he was at peace of his feelings there was something deep inside him that made his heart smile in its beats. Volleyball still held scraps of middle school flashing but by then he was able to smile back. His team noticed the way he laughed more and joined in more jokes. The games that they played with other schools before summer inter high gave him hope of the future after high school. He wanted to leave the court with smile on his lips.

“Hey have you seen the match ups?”

Ikejiri looked up at the commotion and his team before seeing the paper himself. Echoing the name made him smile; and that time Ikejiri was truly happy at the universe because it was finally giving him a push to a direction he knew had to go eventually. Seeing Sawamura in the flesh was something. His heart still thumped irregularly but there was this friendliness that managed to cover most of his stutters that were never uttered. The small conversation that did arise made him see all the explanations as of why he adored Sawamura. His voice (soothing to his ears), the attitude he contained over the years (that always made him smile), and the ability to lead others. It easiness and elements of falling for him were all present with the cluster of memories hoarding his mind but Ikejiri had be able to kept them at bay. That still didn’t stop for Sawamura’s words from the past to still linger and haunted Ikejiri’s mood when they played. It was lighting to watch all those three years pass and see the product of who was Sawamura now; he was still a pillar. He was able to build his own kingdom and conquer the court by supporting his teammates with practiced tactics and woven words of encouragement. Coming from the other side Ikejiri pushed on believing all those lackluster years didn’t have to define him; he was more than just an ordinary fool that could not make a difference. It took a while but Sawamura’s old mantra gave his team moral support that they all needed as they played harsher than they usually did with smiles on their faces. It gave them all this taste of success of playing beyond limits. To see their errors and see how self-motivation was key. Losing to Karasuno still hurt but the truth in the aftermath made them all and especially Ikejiri the nerve to go back and see Sawamura while he still remembered his face.

Watching Sawamura’s back from his dreams and now in real life was bizarre; but he did it anyways as he called out to him. There were tears that were locked up from years that passes between them that spilled over his frustrations from the present. His field of vision was spotty and unreliable when spoke to him but the smile he gave him, Ikejiri had hoped that Sawamura would be happy with whatever life gave him. He deserved that much from all the pain he undoubtedly went through to achieve the team he had right now. There was no reunion with Michimiya but that was okay; because somehow Ikejiri just knew she would be okay after he saw the scores for the girls’ division. She was always a strong girl back then. The months rolled again with more sporadic messages between him and Michimiya as she gave him updates of her efforts to woo Sawamura. Reading each paragraph and emoji gave him side glances of the middle version of himself the way he was able to connect to her in ways he didn’t want to acknowledge back then. The replies were always the same of wishing her luck with her adventures and days; he tried his best to ignore the small sting that never evaporated since his meeting with Sawamura back in summer. No. Ikejiri just couldn’t that quickly without wounds being stitched countless of times without proper healing periods. When winter came and college was in his mind he couldn’t help but curse his luck the way he met Sawamura by chance. He didn’t like how far he got to only be pulled back when he talked to him and see how much life passed and made them strangers again. As if middle was a different lifetime and that now they were acquaintances. And they were.

Watching himself becoming addicted to Sawamura’s smiles again was not part of the deal.

He thought he had learned his lesson when he heard about Michimiya’s success of giving Sawamura a good luck charm. After all, that was the perfect placement for someone as dense as Sawamura to see her intentions. It was almost killing him how stuck he was on Sawamura as they said their goodbyes with him shouting stupidly for by passers to look at him questionably. When it was time to see Karasuno’s next game he huddled with a couple of friends and see how happy Sawamura was. It gave him chills to see how even stronger they all became. There was a smile covered on his lips at the end when they won. And by the end of it his stomach and mind were in sync to tell him he was defiantly screwed. Coming home and resting on his bed he barely thought of checking his phone. Showering and finishing homework there was an impulse to just check, so he did. In a simple title he saw Sawamura’s name in his missed calls. He looked over his desk and bed before he went to charge it and press Sawamura’s number.

Three rings later he heard his voice hoarse of screaming and yelling. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He looked at his window waiting for a reason to keep on talking after the realizing of a probable heartbreak that was waiting to happen for his unfortunate relapse of being in love with Sawamura. “Um congrats on today. Your team is incredible.”

“Thanks.” There was shuffling on the other side of the line, “They’re a handful but I’m happy at how far we’re at.”

“So…um Sawamura…”

“Yeah?”

Ikejiri didn’t know how to continue. “Not that I don’t like hearing from you but…um was there something that--”

“Oh, yeah um I know this is a little out of nowhere but are you free two days from now?”

Ikejiri made sure to keep his voice even, “I…yeah I’m free.”

Sawamura sounded happy with hit answer as he gave a time and place to meet him. Ending the call didn’t make him exactly feel better. There was this inkling feeling that Sawamura wanted something from him. Whether it was company or advice Ikejiri went on like normal and when two days passed he went to the located and waited for Sawamura to make an appearance. The small bakery shop was warm and cheap enough for him to buy a couple of items to munch on as he forced his stomach to calm down. On his second item he saw a familiar body come close and wave at him. Turning around he smiled passively as Sawamura came inside and quickly motioned that he would sit down after getting his order, it didn’t take long before he sat down said his hellos and asking how his week was faring. The slowness of their conversations before made Ikejiri almost swoon. But with the threat of heartbreak rearing its ugly head again made him wary at how easy it was for him laugh at Swamura’s jokes. How he could pretend that they were on a date and Sawamura was his. Midway of their meal Ikejiri’s heart felt like it wanted to explode the way it ached for an explanation as to why now, why all of a sudden did they both had the intentions to meet again and actually g through with it.

“So how’s Michimiya doing?”

Sawamura’s face changed a bit, “Good.”

Ikejiri didn’t like how he was the reason there were strained smiles across their smiles. “That’s nice, I remembered how close we were all back in middle school. I guess um it’s pretty funny how things worked out in the end huh.” Sawamura looked at little confused as he continued. “So I’m kind of curious how are things between you two? She told me bits and pieces but…I guess I like to know what happened after the--”

“Ikejiri.” It made him stop talking and look at Sawamura and his outstretched hand grabbing one of his hands. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about Michimiya. Not really. I actually wanted to talk about us.”

“Us?”

Sawamura didn’t let go, “One of my friends that you briefly meet back in summer told me something that Michimiya and more importantly about you.” His chair was scooted closer, “I know I can dense about certain things but I’m sorry that I have never noticed it back in middle school.”

Ikejiri felt his face freeze with the implications of his words. His body was tense and burning from the touch of Sawamura’s hand still gripping his. “Sawamura…I that’s okay. It was in the past and I-”

“Wait a second Ikejiri please let me finish.” The look Sawamura gave was enough for him to stay silent out loud while he heard his own heart racing. “I didn’t know how much you were hurting all those years and I don’t think I can ever fully ever make it better or apologize enough. But Ikejiri I just want to know one thing?”

He took a deep breath: “Is it too late ask you to be my boyfriend?”

By then he couldn’t help but look straight into his eyes and feel his tears fall down on cheeks and drip into the table. “What about Michimiya? Didn’t she---?”

“I was flattered but when she confessed I thought about you.”

Ikejiri tighten his grip and shook as he tried to breathe normally. “Sawamura I don’t know what to say.” He couldn’t the way he flashed back to every text he went through with her and how she must have felt right now. “I have always wanted you to ask that but… Michimiya… I can’t Sawamura. I don’t think I could say yes without feeling guilty for you picking me over her.”

Sawamura looked like he wasn’t surprised by the way Ikejiri was deliberating the confession and practically rejecting him. It psychically hurt to hear his own words come out of his mouth, “I want to say yes. I really do but what if Michimiya will hate me? I know we aren’t that close like we used to but, I knew how she felt about you” He gave him a hard look. “She told me countless of times back then and now.” “Ikejiri it's okay.” He pulled him closer, “Michimiya doesn’t hate you. Quite the opposite; when she told me her feelings and when I ultimately rejected her she told me good luck and not to take a no from you.” His smile was weak with a hint of embarrassment. “I guess I wasn’t that hush about my feelings about you after we saw each other back in summer.”

Ikejiri felt his heart soar, “Are you sure?” It almost felt too good to be true.

“Positive.”

Sawamura’s face and tone was all he needed for his tears to gradually stop with a hesitant smile appearing his lips as he sighed with Sawamura pulling into a hug. With arms around Sawamura’s waist and vice versa he couldn’t help but sigh as he became engulfed by the euphoria clinging into his body and the soothing circle Sawamura made with his fingers on his back. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that or when they left the shop. But what he could remember was the text he got from Michimiya congratulating them with happy emoji in the middle of the day. They were walking with no destination in mind when it popped. It was simple; and even though there was some guilt he couldn’t help but lean on Sawamura as he thanked her. The rest of the day he never let go of Sawamura’s hand and neither did his boyfriend. It was a bliss that brought new questions of their futures with high school ending. But before he could start panicking of the unknown he focused on the feeling of mutual love coursing his veins. Because with Sawamura right by his side, Ikejiri knew he would be able to keep on going with a little bit of courage. To live day by day and smile from the vivid colors flashing and shining his way. He knew it would be hard with the complications of applying to different colleges but, for some reason of reuniting with Sawamura this time around it made him believe that the future wasn’t all that bad; after all, it gave him a chance to grow from his mistakes, a hobby that became a huge part of his life and Sawamura.

#ikejiriday #daijiri #ikedai #Sawamura Daichi #Ikejiri Hayato #Haikyuu!!#Tlotd: The legacy of the dreamer #lee attempts to write

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