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« Insecure S/O Reacting to a Confession 2

part 1 here

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi, Tendou, and Matsukawa

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Iwaizumi Hajime

The sun wasn’t helping his flared cheeks in any way.

“Stop interfering.”

“Stop stalling then.” Oikawa grins, rubbing his best friend’s shoulders as if he were about to enter a boxing ring. The dark haired ace rubs his eyes in irritation with one hand, ignoring the flare against his cheeks as Iwaizumi attempts to shake his childhood friend off. The sight of you kneeled down in the school garden, hair pinned back away from your face as you tended to the flowers, made the heat surge through Iwa’s cheeks even more.

“I’m not.”

“Really? Because every day you approach her creepily from some distance, and then disappear. C’mooon, I already owe Hiro like fifteen bucks-”

“You’re betting on this, shithead?”

“Nope.” The answer comes out a little too quickly as Oikawa dodges a second swat. “She’s so pretty I might have to approach her myself-”

“Not another word.” Iwa grits out, Oikawa slightly smirking at the tick in his jaw and the way his onyx eyes harden. “I just...don’t wanna mess this up.”

“There’s nothing to mess up until you confess. Ah, young love.” Oikawa sighs dreamily, Iwaizumi ignoring his dramatic friend’s swoon before making a decision. Today was the day.

You wipe sweat from your forehead, attempting to ignore the beating sun down on your face as you tried to hurry the process a long, ensuring the flowers were getting just enough water. The touch of an icy can of tea against your cheek startles you, almost making you drop the watering pot before you hold a hand up against the bright sun rays, tilting your head in confusion at the broad-shouldered man in front of you.

“Iwaizumi?” You smile in greeting as Iwaizumi shuffles his feet, breath catching in his throat at the sight. He was so screwed.

You laugh a bit awkwardly, the cold touch of the can beginning to numb. “Um, is this for me?”

“Yes.” He curses himself at how stern it comes out, but you gently take the can from his grasp, nodding in thanks. “I-I know you like this one.”

“You do?”

“No.” He didn’t want to sound creepy, yet somehow made it worse.

“Oh.”

Iwaizumi was ready to kick himself. He was hoping you would understand, the day you shyly maneuvered your way through Oikawa’s fanclub to get to him to offer him an ice cold drink was the reason he became so infatuated in the first place.

“Well, thanks for the tea-”

“I like you.”

This time, you do drop the watering pot, eyes widening like a deer caught in the headlights as Iwa’s heart sinks at your reaction.

“I get it, alright?” You mumble, sadness swimming in your stomach as Iwaizumi fought the need to dart off. “You’re the handsome volleyball ace all the girls want, and they put you up to ask me out as a joke again. It’s getting old.”

Ah.

Iwaizumi sighs, knowing that the other girls preyed on you for your beauty and soft heart, finding ways to hurt you in the most immature ways possible.

“Oi.” His heart tightens at the look of sorrow on your face, making him click his tongue before reaching a hand out before he can stop himself, smudging his thumb along the streak of dirt on your cheek. You look up at him in a doe-like manner, and your wet eyes are enough to make the ace want to hurt anyone who ever made you feel this way.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Iwa-”

“Hajime.” He cuts you off, hiding a smirk when he feels the heat rush to your cheeks. “You can call me Hajime. Only you.”

“Hajime.” you try it out, clapping your hand over your mouth once in shyness as Iwaizumi smiles a genuine grin, elated when you shy away into his touch.

“Then...please take care of me.” You manage, condensation running down to your other hand holding the can as Iwaizumi slips it out of your grasp, taking a heavy sip of it before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I finished this one. Can I take you to a cafe?”

“I’d love that.” You slip your gardening gloves off, Iwa slipping his hand into yours casually as you trail behind him, smiling when his grip tightens ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, the sun suddenly didn’t feel too hot today.

Tendou Satori

“Today’s the day fellas!”

“Oh, is it?” Shirabu mocks his surprise. “It’s not like you put ‘ask y/n’ out in huge block letters on our team calendar or anything.”

“Bingo!” Tendou points finger guns at his teammate as Semi shrugs at a disgruntled Shirabu. “I’m about to get myself a Miss Tendou Satori-”

“That’s not how that works-”

“Hush, Ushijima. Your logic won’t ruin my day today.” Tendou bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for practice to let out as he tugs his last shoe on, his other teammates still in the process of changing.

“Is she waiting for you?” Semi tugs his shirt overhead as Tendou hums happily in answer, Shirabu snarkily making a remark from the other side of the locker room.

“She’s out of your league.”

“I know she is! Which is why I’m going to treat her like the queen she is, since I myself am but a lowly peasant beneath her-” Tendou perks up at the time. “Gotta go, I’ll text you the outcome boys.”

“Please don’t.”

“Tendou-senpai-” But the redhead had already darted through the door as Ushijima glances at his worried kouhai, tilting his head in question.

“What, Goshiki?”

“Isn’t Y/N L/N the one who had that mean prank pulled on her last year?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you rocked on the balls of your feet, fidgeting with the ends of your skirt as you wait for the rambunctious redhead on the volleyball team. No way a cute guy like him was actually-

“Did I make ya wait long?” A pair of sneakers appear in your view, making you lift your head as Tendou Satori casts you a wide grin, school shoes hanging in his other hand. You tilt your head, wondering if he rushed here.

“Did you need something from me, senpai?” You blink, swinging your legs lightly on the bench you were sitting on, fearing the worst. Tendou clears his throat, suddenly feeling the nervousness he had been outrunning catch up to him. He can’t mess this up. Ever since you had adorably asked him to reach something for you at the snack shop for the school, he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. He made sure to wait around during the same time during lunch hour, your usual snack already in hand and plucked off the highest shelf.

“Go out with me.”

You flinch. There it was.

His smile fades slowly with every beat of silence that soaks in the atmosphere between the two of you, and you swallow back a sob.

“How much are they giving you to do this?”

Tendou’s shoes hit the floor, his eyes blinking rapidly in confusion as you refuse to meet his questioning gaze.

“What?”

“I um, can help you if you want. Go out with you for a few days so they really believe-”

“Hey, hey!” Tendou’s arms begin to flail around as he shakes his head no. “I mean it Y/N, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. I really wanna date you for real-”

“You do?”

Tendou’s chest felt heavier at the crack in your voice and insecurity swirling in your eyes, and he nods his head, kneeling in front of you carefully before asking to take your hands with his eyes.

“I 100% do. You can strip me of my honor if I’m lying.”

This makes you crack a smile, making Tendou breathe out a sigh of relief through his nose. He thumps his forehead against yours, making your eyes glint in a way they haven’t in awhile.

“Can this lowly senpai please take you out on a date this weekend?”

“No, my lowly senpai cannot.” You say, turning your palms over so he can hold them properly. Tendou quirks an eyebrow, but he’s slightly smirking as you offer a shy smile.

“But my boyfriend can.”

Matsukawa Issei

“You’re staring again, ya creep.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is skillful admiring-”

“Just ask her out.” Hanamaki yawns, getting comfy on his best friend’s desk as Matsukawa leans into his palm, eyeing the way you pout when your friends steal your snacks. So cute. “What’s the worst she’s gonna do, say no?”

“Yes.” Matsukawa sighs, hanging his head slightly as Hanamaki arches a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement.

“Wow, Matsukawa Issei hung up over a girl?”

“Who the hell is hung up-”

Hanamaki arches a brow when his friend visibly tenses up, looking over only to smirk when he sees another boy in class shyly offer up his pocky to you, you gladly accepting and smiling widely in thanks. Issei rests his head on the desk, stubbornly looking out the window as Hanamaki withholds a laugh over the hold you have over your classmate.

“Oh just ask her out.” Hanamaki uncaps his drink. “You’re so into her dude, it’s making me sick.”

Issei shifts in his seat. Maybe his adoration for you wouldn’t have begun if it hadn’t been for the way your much shorter legs pumped to catch up to his figure, who had pretty much reached his home.

“Matsukawa-san!” You had gasped for breath, the messy-haired boy guiltily slipping his headphones off at how tired you seemed. Before he could profusely apologize, you shoved his notes in his hand, bright hue to his cheeks at the act of kindness.

“Um, you left this in the library!” you manage out, Matsukawa seeming to freeze in the moment. “I added some notes in there, I hope you don’t mind. It seemed kinda empty-”

“You wrote notes for me?” He finds his voice again, cursing himself at that being the first thing that came out.

“I was bored during free time anyways.” You scratched the back of your head before turning on your heel again. “Anyways, bye!”

And then you darted off again as Matsukawa Issei stayed still in his spot, wondering just why the hell his heart was beating at the pace it was going, colorful notes hanging from his grasp.

“I’m gonna do it.” Hanamaki almost falls off the desk at Matsukawa’s revelation and the way he suddenly stood up. “I could kiss you right now, Makki.”

“I’m praying to god, please don’t.”

You lean against the shoe lockers, humming to yourself as you wonder just what your classmate would need from you, figuring he wanted to properly thank you for the notes. You would accept it and go, knowing that Matsukawa Issei was favored among the girls-

“You’re here.”

“This.” You smile softly, holding up a folded note between your fingers as Matsukawa shoves his hand in his slack pockets, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “This made it hard for me not to be, you know?”

You eye him carefully, stomach sinking at the familiar situation in front of you.

“You might have already guessed,” Issei breathes, trying to steady the pounding in his ears. “Or Makki might have already told you because he’s a shithead like that-”

You tilt your head.

“-but I’ve got this killer crush on you. And if you could help me out, I would thoroughly appreciate it.” It comes out business-like, and you almost laugh if it hadn’t been for the weight in your throat.

“Help you out how?” He doesn’t notice the crack in your voice as he pulls his sleeves up to his forearms, swallowing tightly.

“I think a date would begin to ease the pain.”

You really do laugh this time, but it’s not the kind of laugh of amusement. It’s forced, awkward, and makes Issei falter in his smile and movements.

“Do they ever get bored?”

All playfulness drains from the middle blocker’s face as his tone hardens. “What are you talking about?”

“Sure, get the hot guy from the volleyball team to try and ask Y/N out, are you getting it on video?”

“Y/N-”

“I’ve gotta go.” you try to step away, eyes widening when he stops you with his much bigger frame. His lidded eyes widen at the tears prodding the corner of your eyes, carefully lifting a hand to swipe at them before looking at you seriously.

“You think I’m hot?”

You can’t withhold the giggle that escpaes you, sniffling slightly as Matsukawa smiles gently, wrapping his arm around you to touch the small of your back. You yelp a little when you find yourself crushed against his chest, your upper back touching the lockers.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you in the past, but-” you look up at the handsome tall boy you had hand-written notes for, hoping your crush on him wasn’t too noticeable. “I can tell you right now that you’re really fuckin’ pretty, and I want to brag to my friends about how hot my girlfriend is-”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You cup his cheek in question as his grin widens.

“Make me your boyfriend and I’ll show you.” He winks, and you raise both eyebrows in amusement before practically speaking against his lips.

“I think we can arrange that.”

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volleychumps · 3 years

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Can I request something super angsty? Your blog is really fluffy but I feel like you’d be able to write this well😙😙 . Daichi, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Bokuto, and Atsumu reacting to seeing their S/O get over them with another guy?

« Turn and Keep Going 2

Part 1: Here

~the one in which you find the will to keep walking away, no matter their calls to come back behind you.

format: scenarios

genre: heavy angst

- includes: Tsukishima, Daichi, Matsukawa

Warning(s): heavy angst themes, cursing, uh yeah this kind of hurts proceed at your own risk

TW: breakups, do not proceed if this topic hurts you mentally or physically

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Daichi

He didn’t think he’d see you again so soon.

The separation was “mutual”, ending with the tight shut of his door as your tear-stained cheeks stretched to offer him a big smile in thanks for everything he had done for you. Daichi had stopped trying, and you stopped trying to get him to.

“I could just leave you right now.” Your voice had fallen to a whisper, and Daichi had physically stiffened from beside you, seated next to you on his bed.

Words fell on quivering lips before he cleared his throat, swallowing tightly before looking off in the opposite direction, pretending not to see the way your breath caught in your throat at the action.

He was no longer the Daichi Sawamura you knew in that moment, kind and strong, protective and sweet. Instead, his dark eyes swirled with an indifferent emotion that had you smiling in absolute disbelief that this was how it was ending.

“If that’s what you want.”

“...wow.”

And he didn’t stop you as you pulled your hair up into a knot, away from the stickiness of your wet cheeks before slowly shrugging your jacket on. He didn’t stop you as your hand found the doorknob, and you stopped to cast him one fleeting, hopeful glance that he would. He would stop you, and kiss you, apologizing for neglecting you-

“...Could I just leave your stuff outside your house?”

You looked away.

“See you around, Dai.”

He watched you pull your hair up into a knot, the same way you always did as your eyes scanned the shelves of the snack aisle, seemingly deep in thought. The months away from you seemed to make you glow a bit brighter than usual, and Daichi couldn’t explain the creeping regret growing in his stomach at the way you hummed to yourself with a light smile.

The receiver stuffed his hands in his pockets, and before he could stop himself, he was walking up to you, absent-mindedly grabbing one of the nearby products while pretending to examine the label.

“Small world.”

You blinked, looking up at him. He didn’t know what he expected, but the flash of sorrow in your eyes was quickly replaced with one of greeting.

“Daichi!”

“You like this one, right?” He held up the bag with a kind grin, and your eyes lit up. He chuckled as you accepted it brightly, noting that you were here. No longer in his dreams or regrets, a mere few inches away so that your shoulders were almost touching.

His throat constricted at the bright smile that adorned your features, all previous traces of pain gone. Brown eyes saw the lack of dark circles under your eyes, no longer looking tired of trying to carry a relationship on your own.

But he was ready. Daichi was ready, head cleared and schedule lifted- ready to give you everything he couldn’t before-

“Y/N, I-”

“I told you to stop running away to the snack aisle.”

Ah.

“Please, Iwa? I just want this one!”

So that’s how it is.

“Are you a child?”

Daichi willed the look of indifference to come back, but it wouldn’t. Perhaps he deserved this. All he could do was watch the star spiker from Aoba Joshai roll his eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips as he tosses the bag of sweets into the nearby shopping cart. He doesn’t notice the captain until one of Iwa’s arms is wrapped loosely around your waist, and when Daichi’s eyes meet Iwaizumi’s, his grip tightens.

“Oh. You’re the captain of Karasuno.”

“Yeah.” Daichi cleared his throat, and he could feel your gaze on him. There was no doubt Iwaizumi knew that your ex stood before you, his movements casual as Iwa stands in front of you, blocking you from his view.

“Something you needed?”

“No. I...sorry to bother. It was good seeing you again, Y/N.”

“You too, Dai!” Your voice piped up behind Iwa, and you genuinely meant it, for someone else had come to your be at your side, staying there when he couldn’t.

So as he spun on his heel, feigned smile fading on tight lips, he forced himself to keep walking as your giggles- giggles that had once been caused by him- filled his ears painfully.

He still glanced back as a form of selfishness, wishing he hadn’t as your arms looped around Iwa’s neck, looking up at him brightly as his hands rested on your waist. He was probably assuring that you were okay, brushing some hair out of your face and kissing the top of your head as you smiled into his chest.

Heat brimmed dark eyes as he left the store, having to release the sharp exhale of breath from his mouth as a hand clamped over the sound.

He loved you.

God, he loved you so much. He believed you would always find a way back to each other.

Instead, a lost look replaced the one of feigned happiness in his eyes.

Perhaps he deserved this, indeed.

Tsukishima

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Well you’re being too fucking annoying.”

The laugh of disbelief fell from your mouth at Tsukishima’s crude word choice, the blonde’s face of indifference enough for you to want to curl up against the wall and sob.

“What did you say?”

No answer. The blonde merely huffed through his nose, not willing to admit he regretted it as soon as it slipped out. The stillness of the room struck fear in his stomach as he watched all the fight drain out of you, hazel eyes watching as your lips quivered before tightening.

“So that’s it?” Tsukishima finally finds his voice as you hastily walked over to grab your jacket, shoving it on as you fought the heat in your eyes. “You’re just gonna walk away when your feelings get hurt-?”

“I didn’t walk away. I never walked away.” Your words were quiet, no longer reaching their previous octave as the biting cold air of winter entered Tsukishima’s apartment with the opening of the door. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, a weakness in your voice that Tsukishima had never heard before as a wobbly smile tickled your lips.

“You did, Tsukki. I’m just going in the opposite direction this time.”

And then the cold bite of winter faded from his apartment with the finality of the door, leaving an unnoticeable warmth due to involuntary heat clouding hazel eyes.

You would come back. He was sure of it.

Two months later he stood in the middle of the library, gazing at the spines of books yet not really reading them. Music blasted high in his ears as he ignored the pounding that came with it, unprepared for the familiar body to brush past him and send a shock to his whole system.

You.

He wanted to yell at you for leaving. Hug you for being gone for so long. Kiss you because he missed you, wanting nothing more to kiss you as you make out in between kisses why you were taking so long to forgive him-

“Sorry, my bad!”

You weren’t even looking at him, stumbling over his foot and giving him a quick closed eye smile before walking past his tall figure, Tsukishima going to grab your forearm in case you made a mistake-

“Y/N did you get lost again?”

A scoff. A foreign scoff.

“Suna, this place is huge.”

“Your fault for wanting to go somewhere this boring. Get a life, nerd.”

“As opposed to watching you ogle video games you can’t afford?”

“Oi.” Suna tapped the back of the book he was holding lightly on top of your head, pointed eyes unamused before your pout makes him scoff lightly. He reaches across your back to tug your shoulder into his side, kissing your temple.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Aren’t you the lucky one-?” Your quick retort was cut off by Suna stopping right at the exit of the library, tipping your chin upwards to take his time in capturing your lips, ignoring your muffled noise of embarrassment before you dig your face into his chest in a flushed manner.

“I am, aren’t I?” Suna Rintarou was selfish in that moment, knowing your eyes weren’t on him as pointed eyes glanced at the staring blonde. As to top off the situation, he rolled his eyes, pressed a second kiss on your temple, and guided you out of the library-

out of Tsukishima’s hold for good.

Tsukishima slowly pulled a book off the shelf, forcing himself to read a line through clouded vision as he willed his glasses not to fog up.

You should’ve came back, he was sure of it.

Atsumu

“You said you wouldn’t miss it.”

“I say a lot of things, princess.” The nickname didn’t have an affectionate tone behind it as the setter glances off to the side in a tired manner, avoiding your saddened gaze. “Doesn’t mean it’ll always work out, ya know?”

“Why are you being such a prick right now? I told you that this was really important to me-”

“But ya still got through it, didn’t ya?” Atsumu huffed through his nose in disbelief, glancing back at his teammates who were silently listening on after they had gotten out of practice. He didn’t know why, but he felt the need to put on a facade in front of his friends, the childish side of him choosing the best course of action. “Ya didn’t need me there.”

“’Tsumu, I wanted you there-”

“Quit bein’ so fuckin’ clingy, will ya?”

The beat of silence that settles is starkly different in contrast to the aggression behind his words. You scoff a little in disbelief, blinking back tears as Atsumu’s facade immediately fades.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t come near me.” Your tone is hushed as you step back on instinct at the step he takes forward. “Don’t.”

And he didn’t know why.

Why he didn’t follow you as your shoulder hastily bumped his as you walked past, refusing to turn back to him.

You didn’t need to spell it out for him for him to know that it was over.

“An americano, ‘Samu. I want one.”

“Go get it yerself, do I look like mom? Hurry back, the match starts soon.”

Atsumu clicks his tongue in annoyance, jogging up to the coffee shop next to the entryway where Inarizaki’s match was being held for a quick pick-me up, slight bags under his eyes from the previous events that have been looming over him for months. He wouldn’t admit it, but it’s been hellish without your backing, that one spot in the seats always empty or filled by another person who wasn’t you.

But he always thought you would come back.

“Are you sure you don’t want any?”

Huh?

“It’s better for me to not have any sweets before my match starts, thank you though pretty girl. Eat up.”

Was he hearing things correctly?

Almost fearfully, Atsumu glanced to the side, breath catching in his throat.

You were there. Dolled up all pretty and sweet, eating a piece of cake while looking around for someone. Atsumu nervously swallows, thinking the male voice he had heard must have been his imagination. Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him to the destination he had blindly been searching for these past few weeks.

“Funny meetin’ you here, came to see the team?”

You look up, tilting your head in confusion before blinking a few times cutely. “Atsumu?”

“Hey there doll.” Atsumu’s throat felt like it was constricting, his heart beat picking up as a weight lifts off his chest at the sight of the corners of your lips lifting. But it wasn’t at him. “I uh-”

The white jacket draped around your shoulders a bit too largely suddenly made sense as Atsumu feels like he had been punched in the stomach.

“I got the napkins.” Akaashi pulls out his chair, blinking at the sight of Atsumu with his hands stuffed in his pockets, nodding once politely to him. “Hello, Miya-san.”

There was an edge to his voice that made the dyed-blonde almost want to laugh in disbelief. You were on a date with the opposing team’s setter, right before his match. Atsumu’s jaw slackens before he pulls himself together, even if it was only momentarily as he feels something in his chest begin to weigh down again.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll probably see ya after the match, Y/N-”

“Oh! Um, sure.” You look away from your ex as Akaashi reaches for your hand under the table, smiling a polite grin to Atsumu that had no real happiness behind it.

“I’ll see you on the court, then.” His tone was dismissive in a refined manner, pissing Atsumu off even more. “Good luck.”

“Yeah, you too man.” It comes out a bit strangled before Atsumu casts one more look at you, turning around as he hopes you don’t see it-

The way his shoulders began to tremble as his sight blurs through a wet heat, realizing that Akaashi didn’t need to wish him good luck in the first place.

Because in his mind, Akaashi had already won.

Matsukawa

“I told you to quit that.”

“Quit what?” The groan in Matsukawa’s voice as you trailed in after him caused a fiery anger to rise in your stomach as you scoffed.

“Stop being an asshole to me in front of your friends! I swear, your toxic masculinity just always has to be threatened-”

“Well maybe if the chick I was dating would quit being so uptight-?”

“Chick?” You arch a brow in warning, a disbelieving laugh filling your throat. “So I’m just a chick to you now?”

“And there you go again.” Matsukawa smiled bitterly as you press your lips together in a tight line, suddenly exhausted. Mentally, you were over having to be the only one interested in pursuing a relationship with the guy you loved. Someone who only exhibited his love for you behind closed doors in fear of what others would think.

“What are you doing?” Matsukawa questions, not used to being answered with silence. He watches stoically as you hastily unfasten the latch around your neck, the promise ring dangling from the silver chain mocking him.

The blocker fell quiet as you gently pry his hand open, slipping the shiny metal into his open palm as a sad smile graces your pretty features, Issei’s eyes softening. Had you always looked that tired?

“Where are you going?” But he knew exactly what was happening, forcing the rising panic in his chest down as you look up from your touching hands. Your smile was wobbly as you forced the words to come out.

“...Issei, you know I love you, right?”

Silence. Go figure. You almost chuckle bitterly before closing his fist around the chain, raising your intertwined fingers to your lips as Matsukawa merely watches.

He didn’t understand the pain that erupted in his chest as you let go, shouldering your bag with a bright smile, wetness streaming freely down your cheeks.

“Goodbye, Issei.”

“Hah, the arcade, again?”

“Leave if you want to.”

Hanamaki exhales through his nose, attempting to adjust to the unfeeling emotion behind his best friend’s eyes as he trails behind him. Almost immediately after Matsukawa realized it-

it was too late.

“Don’t push that stick farther up your ass. Want to game our normal routine or what?” Hanamaki nudged his shoulder lightheartedly, but his friend’s gaze was locked elsewhere. The strawberry haired boy’s throat had suddenly become dry as he followed his friend’s emotionless gaze.

“Aren’t you supposed to be like, good at this?”

“Laugh it up, you’re utterly hilarious.”

“Aw, want me to come help you Semi?”

You withheld your laughter as Semi Eita sent you a mock-exasperated stare, slinging the plastic guitar from the Guitar Hero game off and handing it to you like a challenge.

“Let’s see you try it then, since you’re so talented.”

“Okay 54% accuracy, give it here.”

Semi rolled his eyes, but he was smirking as you attempted to handle it properly, coming up behind you to adjust how you were holding the toy guitar. You hum as his fingers adjust your hands, shifting your weight as his chin rests on your shoulder innocently.

“I feel set up.”

“See, this is why I don’t give you hugs.” Semi’s retort had you pouting, to which he kissed your cheek quickly. You quirked a brow, not used to your boyfriend being so affectionate as Semi casts a glance to the stare boring into him.

He shouldn’t have smirked in his direction, but couldn’t stop himself as Matsukawa suddenly spun around in the other direction, feeling the wind knocked out of his chest. Hanamaki followed in suit as Matsukawa simply began walking away.

Had you ever smiled like that when you were with him?

His pace quickens, your laughter fading in the distance.

Did you always look at him that way?

Images flash through his mind in a nightmarish manner, Hanamaki grabbing his teammate’s shoulder as he finally catches up.

“Dude-”

But Hanamaki caught himself. He remained silent as Matsukawa ducked his head, slipping something out of his pocket. He didn’t need to see his face to know that after months, Matsukawa Issei’s eyes were no longer emotionless-

instead shedding tears as a silver ring dangled from a chain from within his grasp, fist clenched tightly around the delicate silver he always kept in his pocket.

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volleychumps · 3 years

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hey y’all are you ready for some angst🧑🏻‍🦯😀

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volleychumps · 3 years

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I’m redoing my general tag list!!!!

please send asks or reply to this post if you’d like to be added:) it’s been awhile since I’ve been active so I’m restarting it!! Some of you have also said it doesn’t show up when I post, so that’s the reason as to why as well^^

<3 thank you :)

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volleychumps · 3 years

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Me when I saw a notif from you!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

hi lovely how are you🥺

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volleychumps · 3 years

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HOLY SHIT YOU'RE BACK I MISSED YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH YOU'RE MY FAVOURITE WRITER EVER MUAH I LOVE YOU THIS MADE MY DAY EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT MY ASK I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU MORE I’M ATTEMPTING TO WRITE 100% THAT’S FOR SURE😵‍💫✨💕

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volleychumps · 3 years

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👁️👄👁️ I've read through like everything you've written and oh my god??????

You're amazing!! I wish I could write this good honestly 😔

eVERYTHING?🥺 ahhh tysm I love your username btw<3

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volleychumps · 3 years

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not sure if this is how u request, but a scenario with kita, suna, Miya twins comforting their s/o after a major surgery 🥺

Some love for my Inarizaki boys<3

Comforting their S/O After a Major Surgery

Includes: Kita Shinsuke, Suna Rintarou, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya

Type: Scenarios

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Kita Shinsuke

You're vision is a bit groggy when you open your eyes. You reach a hand out in a daze against the blinding hospital light, confused as to why your body was settled with a heavy ache.

“You’re awake.” It’s hushed, careful not to startle you as a hand gently strokes your cheek, the captain frowning at the confused glint in your eye. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

“No.” Your voice cracks heavily, and Kita shoots you a stern stare at your weak smile, cuddling your cheek into his palm despite the pain in your back. “Hiya Shin.”

“Not a time to be makin’ jokes, is it?”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you worry.” You wink at your boyfriend as Kita hums in mock agreement, pouring you a glass of water by your bedside. “How long have you been here?”

“Oh. It’s my third day here.” Kita shrugs as you gape, the now relaxed man in front of you putting the rim to your lips as if it wasn’t anything surprising. “Now drink up.”

You guiltily oblige, Kita’s thumb swiping at the escaped liquid beneath your cracked lips. “Shin, you didn’t have to-”

“Your family’s on their way. I’m supposed to go meet 'em in the lobby-”

“Shin.” You grab his hand as he tries to get up, tightening your grip when you see his distant stare. “I’m okay, you see?”

“But there was a chance you wouldn’t be.” He’s still not looking at you, and you relax slightly at the way he holds your hand back with a stronger grip. “What would I do, Y/N? If ya didn’t-”

“Kita Shinsuke, if you don’t come hold me right now-” You hiccup, your boyfriend startled at the way you smiled as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I’ll get out of this bed and give you a big hug, I swear I’ll do it.”

“Don’t ya dare.” Kita’s tone is stern, but his expression is soft as he sits on the open space of the hospital bed, carefully resting your head against his chest as if you were fragile. You weakly play with his fingers, his even breaths seeming to make the ache fade away.

“Thank you darlin’.”

“What could you possibly be thanking me for, Shin?”

You feel his grip tighten on you as a wet warmth touches your cheek.

“For comin’ back to me, is all.”

Suna Rintarou

“You said she’d be awake by now.”

“Sir, the doctor said it would be within the next few days-”

“It’s been three goddamn days, and if she doesn’t wake up soon, so help me-”

“Rin.”

A large hand is on yours before you can even open your eyes, the raven-haired boy by your side in an instant as the nurse steps out in annoyance.

“Y/N-”

“Please stop tormenting the hospital staff.” Your voice is pretty much gone as your boyfriend hangs his head with a sigh, the weight on Suna’s chest lifting with every word that slips your lips.

“Shut up and drink some water.” He snips, irritated that those are your first words since the surgery.

You pout, eyes half-lidded as your sight still adjusts, Suna watching with a hard stare to ensure you drain the glass he holds to your lips.

“What’s with the cuts on your hands?” You question once you do so, tilting your head at the red lines on his long fingers.

“Don’t look at them.” The tips of his ears turn pink as you find the culprit, a cutting knife laying next to a plate of deformed apple slices. A smile tickles your lips as your boyfriend sends you a warning stare not to ask.

“Rintarou, did you try to cut me the apples that look like rabbits?” You were never a good listener anyways, smile widening.

“Yeah, until they told me you couldn’t eat ‘em anyways because you’re only allowed to have soft foods or whatever...” He trails off, scratching the back of his neck as he refuses to meet your adoring stare. “Quit lookin’ at me like that.”

“Rin.”

“What.” He snaps, embarrassed.

“I love you.”

His scratching pauses at your words, turning to look at you fully as you manage a weak smile, lifting his free hand to your lips. Suna can’t help himself, stealing a kiss on your forehead as you smile against the cuts on his fingers.

“I love you more. Welcome back, pretty girl.”

Osamu Miya

“No, Ms. (L/N). I’m fine. Four days is nothin’, the couch here is real comfortable.”

You shift slightly, blurry vision barely making out the familiar shape of your boyfriend’s broad shoulders, a hand holding a phone to his ear as your vision begins to clear, the other one threading a tad stressfully through his hair.

“She hasn’t woken up, I’m startin’ to get worried. The nurses are gettin’ real tired of my questions-”

“Samu?”

He almost drops the phone at your cracked tone, glancing back at you before his eyes widen, rushing out a quick explanation to your mother before sitting down by your bedside. Your heart warms at the sight of the makeshift bed on the hospital chair, obviously used for as long as you had been stuck in bed.

“How ya feelin’, lovely?”

“Hungry.” Your laugh fading off into a cough before Osamu clicks his tongue, holding a straw to your lips as he rubs soothing circles on your back.

“Is porridge okay? It’s a few days old, but refrigerated. I made it at the restaurant before I came over-” Osamu freezes when a weak hand reaches out to cup his face gently, finger tracing over his chiseled jaw as he sees a warmth filling your eyes.

“What’s wrong? I’d give ya somethin’ better, but the doctors said-”

“I just missed you, that’s all.”

His heart tugs at your words, and he turns to kiss the palm that’s holding his face. “Not gonna lie, you really had me scared these past few days.”

“Samu-”

“But you have a lifetime to make up for it, ya know?” He turns your hand to kiss the ring on your finger, making you smile like an idiot.

“So promise me ya won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, alright? Stay healthy for me.”

Atsumu Miya

“So today, I wore your chain during my game. Pretty sure it’s the reason we won, but ya know, it could have been my amazin’ talent too.”

You shift.

“The boys have been askin’ about your recovery. They’re all real worried ‘bout ya, it’s startin’ to make me jealous.” A dry chuckle is what you’re able to make out as you come to. “So do me a favor,”

Atsumu’s voice cracks, a pair of lips grazing your limp hand.

“Wake up.”

“Well no need to be demanding.” You croak, startling your boyfriend as Atsumu’s head shoots up, eyes meeting your smiling ones as his jaw slackens.

“Y/N?”

“Do I know you?”

His face falls crestfallen before you realize how cruel that joke was, laughing as Atsumu glares at you as you manage out your apologies between giggles.

“Bokuto said you’d pull some crap like this-”

“I’m sorry, opportunities like this don’t come often-”

“Shut up and c’mere.”

He kisses your cracked lips as you protest, weak fist hitting his chest as he merely smirks against your kiss, and you shyly look away when he finally pulls back to reach for your water.

“I probably look terrible.”

“Terrible in a hot way.” Atsumu winks as you shoot him a dry stare as he helps you drink.

“Thanks.” You reply sarcastically, Atsumu staring at you in a softened manner as you tilt your head in question. “What is it?”

“Ya really had me scared, you know that?”

“Please,” You laugh, but it’s strained as emotion chokes up your words. “You’ve got your amazing talent, don’t you?”

You allow a few tears to slip as Atsumu gently takes you into his arms, sniffling as he refuses to let you look at his face, chin resting on your head.

“Just let me hold you, but keep talkin’.” His hold on you tightens as you begin to soak the front of his shirt.

“I haven’t heard your pretty voice in awhile, you know?”

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volleychumps · 3 years

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Heyy! Can you do one where Osamu, kuroo, akaashi and Tsukishima, say something mean to their s/o and their s/o avoids them for days? When they finally get ahold of their s/o, their s/o just sorta cries because it hit their insecure spot? Fluff in the end🥺

Listen, I can’t not write this.

Irrevocable Words.

- the one in which they accidentally make you give them the silent treatment because of their lashing out. -

~ Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei~

TW: Cursing, angst to fluff, timeskip! for Osamu,

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Osamu Miya

“Those are important files, ya know?”

“Samu, I’m sorry. You should’ve told me you needed last month’s earnings and I would’ve looked for them before we came this morning.” The hand you tried to settle onto Osamu’s bicep was shaken off as your movements faltered.

Your voice wobbled at the sight of your stoic fiance, an annoyed glint in his eye as he rummages through his files. Osamu felt a flare in his stomach, a lack of sleep contributing to his impatient state. The day had been a busy one, Osamu deciding that he needed this particular file for his business call tomorrow before the two of you headed home for the night.

“I told ya not to move anything back to the place.”

“I didn’t.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Here, just let me help-”

“Don’t touch a goddamn thing, I’ll do it myself.” There it was. The lashing out that was bound to happen occurred with a pointed tongue as he refused to look at you, rummaging through his file cabinets. “As I do everything else.”

He closes the cabinet sharply. “The least ya could do is try your best not to be a nuisance-”

Osamu flinches at the slam of one of the office desk drawers, chest sinking when he sees the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The paper he needed is thrown on the desk carelessly as you shove your jacket on, wetness slipping down your cheeks.

“And I’m not your goddamn secretary. I’m heading home first.”

“Y/N-”

“And don’t worry, I promise I’ll manage to do this by myself somehow.” Your voice cracks bitterly, the bell by the door jingling mockingly in Osamu’s ears as you exit, the chef hanging his head with a sigh and regret tinging his chest.

He was wrong to pray this would blow over, not expecting to wake without your warmth by his side. You avoided him on the way to the restaurant, cleaning quietly while giving vague answers to his questions, shifting out of his attempts to embrace you with apologies.

Deciding to give you space, he softly tells you to take the next few days off, unprepared for the tired look you had given him, simply nodding in response as you slipped into your side of the bed with your back turned to him.

“Where’s your pretty girlfriend?”

“Fiance.” Osamu forces a smile at his two elderly regulars two days later, the wife’s smile widening at his correction.

“Oho! Cherish each other while you youths still can, she really does brighten this place up, doesn’t she?”

You do.

Osamu’s eyes feel hot as he does a messy job of cleaning up the restaurant, closing up shop early and stopping by your favorite bakery to pick up the ridiculously expensive cake he only ever buys for your birthday.

Throwing the door open to your shared apartment hastily, you gasp at the gray-haired man’s sudden entry, dropping the spoon you were about to use to taste the dish you were making on the stove.

“Samu, y-you’re home early-”

“What’s all this?” He tries to steady his breaths at the sight of a nicely prepared table, something you hardly ever got to share ever since the night shifts overtook your lives and caused a rift between the two of you.

You’re silent for a second, looking away from his warm stare as you shift under his gaze.

“...I miss you.” Dark eyes widen when you begin to hiccup over your words, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “But I didn’t wanna be a nusciance-”

“Oh god, darlin’ no.” You’re pulled tightly into his chest as you cry, whole body shaking with tremors as Osamu’s inner turmoil merely increases.

If Osamu could go back in time and punch himself he would, unknowing of the torment he caused you over the past few days, thinking you just needed space.

“I want to marry ya Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you so much Samu.” You sniffle into his chest, causing him to smile softly, a hand sifting through your hair to hold you tighter to him.

“I brought cake.”

You laugh through the onslaught of tears.

“And I made dinner.”

“Then what are we waitin’ for?”

“Just hold me like this for awhile?”

“Y/N.” He kisses the top of your head, finally feeling at ease with your figure in his arms. Osamu whispers a confession he hardly shared with you, wanting those words in particular to be special as he bridged the gap between the two of you.

“I love ya so much more, don’t you go forgettin’ it.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“I said I was sorry!”

“Is sorry supposed to just fix everything, Tetsurou?”

“Tetsurou? Are you seriously withholding me from my nickname privileges?”

You cross your arms at his attempt to make you laugh, thoroughly angry with the mess your boyfriend made of things as his smile fades at your peeved stare.

“Look, what was I supposed to do?”

“How about not leaving my parents waiting for you at the restaurant that you invited them to for another one of your spontaneous volleyball practices?”

“I texted you I had to cancel!”

“That was a half hour before we were supposed to meet, Kuroo! They were so excited to meet you they got there early. God, why can’t you ever take things seriously?”

“You’re right.” A bitter chuckle slips Kuroo’s lips as you falter at the sudden tone change, the volleyball gym seeming bigger than ever as his next sentence makes your lips tremble.

“Since I can’t ever take things seriously, then I must not need my serious girlfriend then, right?” Your eyes widen. “I can just find somebody else who won’t fucking hound me all the time.”

His cat-like eyes widen as the words slip his tongue, unintentionally coming out crueler than he intended. To make it worse, you simply stayed silent, your body physically backing down and away from him as you turned on your heel.

“Wait, I didn’t-”

“Do it then.” His chest just about shatters as your shoulders tremble, refusing to turn back around as your voice takes on an uncharasterically defeated tone. “I hope they make you fucking happy.”

Kuroo runs a hand through his raven hair frustratedly at the way you rushed out of the gym, throwing a stray ball so hard at the wall before his vision becomes skewed with heat.

He should have expected the next week to be utter hell. You left class before he could catch you by escaping to the bathroom with all your things, leaving school another way instead of the exit you always took together before he had to start club activities.

“Kenma, what are you doing?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“I’m missing class for this. Let me through.”

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Kenma shrugged, eyes on his handheld. “I told her I’d watch the door so you can’t surprise her during our breaktime.”

“I’m her boyfriend. And you’re not her guarddog.”

“No, I’m her friend.” Kenma’s eyes narrow at his childhood friend. “And last time I checked, you’re on the search for someone who isn’t her.”

“So she told you.”

“Dick move, by the way.”

Kuroo’s calls go straight to voicemail, his emotions affecting his playing with each passing day. He leaves little notes in your shoe locker to meet him, heart sinking more and more with every time you stood him up.

And it wasn’t until he saw you smiling again at a joke Yaku made that he truly felt like he was losing you.

“Go home.”

The sight wasn’t one you were expecting to see, Kuroo sitting on the steps to your house with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, the dark bags under his eyes sparking worry within you.

“It’s probably better if my parents don’t see you-”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes seem to have lost a little of their glint, regret swimming in the tall boy’s pupils as your guard softens. “I’m so goddamn sorry I ran my mouth and said shit I didn’t even mean-”

“Tetsurou-”

“And I hurt you in the process. I hurt the one thing that matters to me the most, and I’m sitting here playing the creepy ex that stalks the girl he loves-”

“You love me?”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? You’re done with me, and I deserve it-”

He’s cut off with the sight of tears hitting the wood in front of him, lifting his head to see tears streaking down your cheeks. On instinct, he reaches out softly, rising to his feet to cup your cheek, astonished when you curl into his touch.

“I’m so fucking mad at you right now.”

“Noted.” Kuroo laughs somberly, a wave of emotion hitting him as you do something you hadn’t done in days.

You look him in the eye, tugging him closer by the sides of his jacket.

“But I love you too, you absolute idiot.”

Kuroo grins into the kiss you press onto his lips, heart lifting in weight as he pulls you closer.

“Does this mean we can go back to Tetsu?”

“I’m going back to ignoring you-”

“No.” Kuroo’s tone turns serious as he holds you a little tighter. “I can’t do that again.”

You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple lovingly.

“Being away from you was complete and utter hell, sweetheart.”

Akaashi Keiji

“Tell me how to make this right.”

“Right, Y/N.” Akaashi refused to meet your eyes as he loosens his school tie, not slowing his pace for you to catch up with as he throws the doors open to the volleyball club. The usually put-together setter had an angry glint in his eye that silenced his awaiting teammates. “Let’s just go back in time before you agreed to be his partner.”

“Hey hey, what’s going on you two?” Bokuto jogs up, his worried tone making your lips tremble even more at the sight of Akaashi’s turned back.

“I came to you as soon as he made a move! I didn’t let him-”

“There shouldn’t have been an opportunity for him to make a move in the first place.” Akaashi’s jaw clenched as you shuffle in place.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, you think I wanted him to try to kiss me?!” You fight the waver in your voice, standing your ground. “It was a project for class. I didn’t know his intentions-“

“I told you what his intentions were, but you never listen.” Akaashi turns hastily, startling you and causing you to stumble slightly backwards into Bokuto.

“Akaashi-“

“Stop defending her. She never listens to me, and then comes crying to me when it turns out I’m right.” Akaashi snips at his best friend, ignoring the silent stares from his quiet teammates. “Why can’t you get it through your head, Y/N? I’m not your goddamn babysitter-“

“You’re right.” You interrupt, fingernails biting into your palms as you choke back a sob. “You’re not, you’re my boyfriend. I just wanted to respect you by coming to you with something like this, but it turns out I’m just a hinderance.”

Akaashi falters for a second, blue eyes widening a fraction at the angry heat that fills your eyes as regret begins to bubble in his stomach at his harsh words.

“Y/N-“

“Give me some space, Keiji.” You say softly, patting Bokuto’s arm to let you through as your shoulders sink in a defeated manner. “I promise I won’t come crying to you about anything else.”

Your steps echo as you walk out of the gym, Konoha breaking the silence first when the door shuts behind you.

“Hate to say it, but that was well-deserved, man.”

Akaashi closes his eyes, head falling back towards the ceiling as he tries to steady his breathing, pretending like he wasn’t scared of you slipping through his fingers. He willed himself to not allow himself to chase after you, his anger directed towards you fading as he forces himself to respect your wishes.

It was obvious you were avoiding him. Akaashi had blinked when Bokuto had self-proclaimed that he needed you as his “study buddy” during breaks when you weren’t even in the same year as the owlish boy. It got worse when you seemed to panic when Akaashi willed you to talk to him, eyes refusing to meet his watery blue ones as you pushed him further away.

So he gave you your space, wilting with each passing day. It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you a week later, the setter turning hastily on his heel to walk in the opposite direction before a soft tug on the back of his school shirt wills him to stop.

“Keiji.” Your wobbly voice makes him turn back around immediately, a soft palm already cupping your cheek gently. “I’m s-”

“I’m sorry for being cruel.” The words are whispered against your forehead, Akaashi’s heartstrings tugging in the worst way possible. “I was angry at the situation, my love. And that sorry excuse you call a classmate. Please,”

His grip tightens just a little more as he feels wet warmth drip into the palm that was cupping your face.

“Forgive me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t come crying to you-”

“I want it all, Y/N.” Akaashi pulls back slightly, voice cracking slightly as blue stares intensely into your irises. “I want all of you. Tears included.”

You swat his chest playfully as Akaashi manages a soft smile, hand threaded through your hair as he presses you against his chest.

“Do you still need space?” He murmurs, and you smile at the sound of his hearbeat picking up as he awaited your answer fearfully.

“Nope. The exact opposite, please hold me?”

His embrace relaxes immediately, and your heart skips a beat at the sound of his relieved sigh, his slight nod making the weight lift off your chest.

“Good, now I can take care of your classmate-”

“Keiji-”

“Nope, my love.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, Akaashi’s eyes swirling with devotion.

“No one gets to try anything with you so long as you’re safe with me.”

Tsukishima Kei

“So I’m the bad guy again.”

“Do you want the honest answer, Kei?” You exhaustedly run a hand through your hair as Tsukishima’s scowl deepens, his long legs easily catching up with you in stride as he tugs on your wrist as the rambunctious court gets further and further away.

“It’s not my fault you’re insecure.”

You flinch. “Well maybe you shouldn’t let the girls in the stands cling to you after your matches. They were all over you, Tsukki! And you didn’t seem to mind it one bit.”

“What?” Annoyance brims the blonde’s voice as he takes another step forward, clenching his jaw when he sees the quiver in your lip, distrust filling the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Afraid that they’re prettier or better than you’ll ever be?”

You feel as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs, breath catching in your throat at his insinuation. His guard slackens almost immediately, clicking his tongue before turning away, too proud to apologize for the words he regretted as soon as they slipped his tongue like venom.

“Yeah.” You laugh humorlessly, making brown eyes dart over to your expression immediately. “You’re 100% correct. I am afraid you’ll find someone better than me in all aspects. Because I love you, you absolute asshole. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The silence that befalls the two of you in the deserted hall is broken when you flinch away when Tsukishima tries to take a step towards you.

“I didn’t-”

“You never mean to do anything, Kei.” You say in a hushed tone, turning your back on him in an attempt to shield the hot tears slipping down your cheeks. “But you somehow always manage to.”

The win for Karasuno didn’t mean much to the blonde that night, hoping that this would just go away and things would be back to normal. However, it was anything but. You didn’t look his way once in class, disappearing when it was over. Your voice trembled as you had avoided his seemingly stoic eyes through his frames, simply stating that you wished for some time away from him.

He was fine. Or at least pretending to be on the outside. In truth, he would never find better, because you were it for him, words that you would never catch slipping his mouth. So he put on a front, pretending that your absence had zero effect on him whatsoever. Pretending the brush of your body against him in the hall as you pass each other didn’t make the blonde want to cave.

It was the smile you shot at Hinata during one of your breaks that caused him to. The first glint in your eye in awhile, and it had been caused by him of all people, prompting the tall middle blocker to tug you by the forearm into the corridor.

“Tsukishima-”

“I hate this.”

You falter for a second, guard back up in a flash as your back touches the wall. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I don’t follow-”

“I was wrong.” His forehead touches your shoulder as you stiffen before relaxing against his familiar touch. “I don’t care how many times I have to apologize. You win, okay? I’m sorry.”

“This is a rather aggressive apology-”

“Y/N.” Tsukishima lifts his head so it’s level with your height, unprepared for the way tears brimmed your eyes at the proximity, your guard diminishing.

“What if you do find someone better one day, Tsukki?” Your voice cracks, inner fears trickling to the surface. “Do I need to prepare myself to lose you-?”

You gasp as Tsukishima’s jaw ticks before kissing you intensely, his hand touching your lower back to pull you closer.

“No. You don’t need to do something stupid like that.” His eyes were slightly glaring at you, a flush across both his cheeks. “Because there is no one better than you, okay?”

It was your turn for heat to flood your cheeks as your eyes widen a fraction, his breath tickling your ear as you stutter. “Kei-”

“I love you too. I said it, are you satisfied now?”

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