macchiatooru

[macchiatooru]

ᴬⁿ ᵃˡˡ⁻ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᵍʸᵐ ˢqᵘᵃᵈ?

With Kenma? And Lev and Hinata? Absolute College AU vibes? Despite my doubts about the productivity, I definitely need this. It’s around 1AM as I type, and I literally have three papers to finish, with one due tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA. (I wrote this note last night, so it’s not entirely applicable now, but well- I have to submit the second tomorrow and the third the following day... I hope HAHAHA)

Note: If you’re also up at such ungodly hours and want to add to this when you’re stuck with a paper too, or a lesson, or something, go ahead! If you want to modify something, don’t hesitate to say it!

The situation, for example, is that you’re writing a paper, and you don’t know how to continue it anymore. Luckily, you have enough options to kill the time until your brain is working properly again. The apartment―whoever owns it, maybe you guys were sharing or had connecting ones or were neighbors or whatnot―would literally look like, I don’t know, a convention? It’s like there are different stalls with different activities. Take your pick!

Tsukishima’s Corner:

I can imagine that he has this set-up in the far end of the living room where he has a table against the wall and a chair with a blanket on it

And he always has a drink with him, whether it’s a soda or an Iced Americano. (that just gave me Yoongi vibes ahhh my heart)

Of course, he has his headphones on. Not surprising.

He’s pretty calm when he does his schoolwork, and his focus is just wow

So, don’t expect him to pay attention to you that much. Again, not surprising.

If you have an actual question though, I think you can ask him!

He’ll help you out, but be wary of the sass and teasing.

It’s highly possible for him to annoy the shit out of you before you guys solve the problem, btw.

If you have chips with you, he’ll take some without asking permission smh but he’s so idufhsdbkfhda can you really say no?

You can get back at him by repetitively calling him “Tsukki”.

“Cut it out.”

“No can do, Tsu~ Kki!”

Emphasize! the! syllables! because he probably lowkey thinks it’s kinda cute

Unless he doesn’t and he throws the blanket at your face to shut you up

Don’t annoy him when he’s in a bad mood, okay?

He’ll really appreciate it if you give him space on those days

But he’ll also appreciate it so so so much if you’re the one who hands him his usual drink.

Despite being the person who could really rile you up the most

He’s actually nice... in his own way!

Lev and Hinata’s “Quiet” Pile of Pillows:

What am I even saying?

There’s nothing quiet about that part of the living room.

Lev and Hinata like studying in their “own kind of comfort”

And that is with their “study” blankets―they have separate ones for sleeping―on the floor and their pillows on top.

They study with the TV on

A series on Netflix is playing the entire time.

Nobody minds, really, because for some reason, most of you can study with some noise in the background. Those who can’t, however, just listen to music on their own.

They have hot or iced chocolate―depends on their mood―made either by you, Akaashi, or Kuroo.

You never asked Bokuto to do it again. Never again.

One time, he made the mistake of giving the “kids” coffee, and well, was that some night.

Lev and Hinata have common classes, so they work on some of their assignments together.

Expect them to be very excited when they get something right and very frustrated when they can’t understand what they’re doing.

Probably just a spot for you to take a quick break, maybe lie your head down on Lev’s favorite pillow to annoy him.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to share, but because you just took it right out of his lap.

They’ll be really happy kiddos if you join them! Please give these babies the attention they need.

Also, it helps to give them snacks to shut them up.

Bokuto’s Spot on the Couch:

That became his permanent spot after Akaashi sent him there because of that one time that big baby reaaally got on his nerves.

He has a pillow supporting his back as he leans against an armrest, legs stretched out in front of him and laptop on his, well, lap. HAHAHA sorry

He also likes working with the TV on, so it was a suitable place for him.

Bokuto’s drink would either be a can of soda or a protein shake.

Keep your phone on standby.

You have to take a pic of the pouty face he makes when he doesn’t get something.

He’s so cute he can have my heart-

“Akaashiiiii~ Why won’t you help me out?”

Akaashi would remind him that not only was he a year higher, but he also had a different major.

*cue Bo’s emo mode with matching droopy hair fml he’s literally so cute*

He gets distracted easily because he never puts his phone on silent

Probably chats with Konoha idk

Or gets carried away watching game highlights.

He already startled all of you a few times.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH. DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. THAT WAS SO GOOD.”

“Bokuto-san-”

If you choose to go to him, he can’t really help you with the paper you’re writing.

However, he gives THE BESTEST HUGS!

I think a lot of us agree that he’s a walking heater, so getting a hug from that beefy boi? Especially when it’s cold?

H E A V E N

Or that’s just me being biased, but is it really just me?

I love him.

Kuroo’s Kitchen Kounter:

Now, I’m definitely sure I’m being biased because- I mean- JUST-

One of the kitchen counters faces the common living area where everyone is spread out.

Imagine walking from wherever you were previously just staring at your laptop with that constant 132 words plastered on the corner of the screen and you’re well-aware that it has to be 2000 by tomorrow

And seeing business-related major Kuroo, sitting on a stool, immersed in his work, Excel sheets and documents being the only inhabitants of his laptop screen?

I’m literally giving myself away I-

He has glasses on and he’s tapping the end of his pen on his chin and at this point I’m hyperventilating

THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE CONCENTRATES

From time to time, he would swivel the stool around, take a sip of the black iced coffee he always brews at night, and eat whatever snack was available (e.g. chips, popcorn, sandwiches, instant noodles, sometimes asks Bokuto to make another protein shake, etc.)

He doesn’t really listen to music and can easily drown out the noise on his own because he concentrates so much.

You can always count on him to entertain you

Because despite the amount of focus he puts into his homework and problem sets, he also wants any excuse to tear his eyes of his screen.

He’s good at papers, so he can help you with that in the best way he can

Also asks if you would like to take a break and grab a snack with him

And can be a flirt if he’s in the mood, but when he’s tired, he has a soft and sleepy smile (except he’s not really sleepy because of the coffee, he’s just not putting that much effort)

Although he will annoy and provoke you while the two of you are on break

He’s the best person to cry to when you’re really stressed out.

I want him.

Akaashi’s Atelier:

He literally owns the dining table, his work neatly spread out.

I can almost imagine him studying architecture

But nah I guess he just really likes practicing how to capture anything and everything he can observe

And by capturing, I really mean that there’s a pile of photos there somewhere.

Afterwards, he draws them, paying attention to every detail.

He finishes schoolwork before any of you do.

His concentration surpasses that of Kuroo’s, no joke.

You can’t disturb him when he’s working on his academic requirements, so come back later when he’s sketching the hours away.

If you want to do your paper beside him though? Go.

His concentration is not only top tier but also contagious.

He’ll share the dining table, but only to you and, occasionally, Kuroo.

Bokuto? Only if he’s super emo.

Akaashi’s really nice!

He’ll initiate a conversation with you if you’re taking a break and he’s just on his sketchbook or experimenting with graphic design or something.

If you want to see a passionate but shy Akaashi, ask him what he’s working on.

I just know his eyes will literally light up.

He might be drinking tea, mint tea?

Water most of the time, but he always smells like mint and fresh laundry ahhh be still, my heart

Go to him if you really want to be productive and not get distracted by anything else because his eyes and the way he’s so into what he’s doing might actually be what distracts you

He is the epitome of grace under pressure, such a beautiful human being ha ha ha I wish

Kenma’s Den:

Well, what did you really expect?

Nah, kidding.

Kenma’s the only one in his room because he’s probably streaming.

His audience is mostly up at night, so yeah.

He definitely has ramen, chips, and soda

Which he’s willing to share with you as long as you don’t mess his game up don’t try I swear

Tbh, it’s actually really comforting to stay in his room especially when you’re really stressed out.

You can rest your eyes and take a quick nap.

He knows that he should wake you up after fifteen minutes, so don’t worry about sleeping through the night without finishing your paper.

He’s so sweet please

It’s so comforting to hear his fingers tapping away, a literal lullaby that gets you every time.

At some point, some people probably caught you slipping under his duvet IT WAS YOUR FIRST LOWKEY SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA

Which lasted for just an hour because Kenma’s viewers knew him enough to know what his facial expressions meant

He definitely can’t help you with your paper. Such a busy boi.

But if he’s in the lobby that’s what you call it, right? of whatever game he’s playing, he’s willing to listen to your rants.

A quiet listener, but you know that he genuinely cares about you.

Massage his shoulders if you can! He likes that.

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[macchiatooru]

ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱ ˢᵃʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ  ↹  ᵏᵘʳᵒᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────

The two of you could have pulled off the high school sweethearts storyline. However, what could have been wasn’t how things turned out in the end. It was just up to you to figure out how you felt about it.

↺ song: take her to the moon by moira dela torre

↺ artists: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

↺ genre: angst to fluff, college au

↺ word count: 2.6K+

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Three hours.

You’ve been in Tokyo for three hours, and you’ve already managed to slip and almost break your leg. The plan was to simply buy some groceries to fill up your best friend’s relatively empty fridge as Kenma didn’t bother to stock up on anything but energy drinks, sodas, frozen fries, and instant noodles in the pantry. It was nice of him to let you stay at his place throughout your two-week visit back in your hometown, so you thought that the least you could do was keep him as healthy as you could.

It was your Christmas break, and you had expected the weather to be as outstandingly cold as always. Taking a thick coat with you, the grocery store was your next destination... only, you didn’t quite make it yet. On your way, you noticed how slippery the pavement was which wasn’t really a problem until a certain person got you conscious just about anything and everything.

He called out your name once, twice, thrice, yet it just couldn’t register in your head that it was his voice again, calling out for you like he did three years ago.

His car stopped right beside you, and you thought that there was no escaping now, that it was really happening. Gripping your coat closer to your body as if it was the same as gripping onto your sanity, you turned to that all-too-familiar face.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. I was, well, you know me,” you chuckled and bit your lip to keep yourself from losing it.

This was the love of your life after all.

Then and now, he meant the same to you. No matter how much you tried to push all thoughts of him away, he managed to slip back inside your mind every single time. It was something you hated getting accustomed to, but it was also comforting to know that it didn’t hurt you as much as it did before.

You thought that if you ever bumped into him, it would be the same as when you saw him in your head. However, you could never have been more wrong as seeing him again could have rivaled the feeling you’d get if you were ever struck by lightning.

It was electrocuting, thrilling yet ever so excruciating all the same.

You were surprised to see him burst into so much laughter, mostly because this wasn’t how he was before you left. His eyes disappeared into two crescents, and his smile was so radiant that you couldn’t help the small one forming on your own lips.

“Oh, I definitely know,” he replied once he calmed down, “how you disappear into your own world, like, 73% of the time?”

This time you shared the laugh with him, letting the tension slowly melt away as you basked in the familiarity of his presence, although your hold on your coat still remained as tight as it could be. Sure, this was what you admittedly craved for after all these years, but you weren’t going to mess things up, especially when everything’s finally how it should be.

You hummed, “It’s nice seeing you again, Kuroo.”

Contrary to how the two of you were just seconds ago, all the glee in his features mellowed down into some form of light melancholy, replacing the steadily growing warmth with borderline trepidation of things going wrong. As your eyes looked at everything else but his own, you noticed the bouquet of roses resting at the back of his car, giving you the idea that you were once again a disturbance in the regular flow of his daily life.

“But, I think I should go,” you forced a smile. “We can talk later, if you’d like. It seems you’re off to go somewhere too?”

He followed your eyes to his backseat, sighing once he realized what you meant. “I need to talk to you right now though.”

You shook your head, too soon and too sure. “We’re both headed in different places right now, so I’ll catch up with you some other time, okay?”

“What’s so important that you’re about to turn your back on me after not seeing each other for three years?” he asked as he left his car right after he parked it properly.

Almost in a rage, you looked up at him, watching how hurried his steps were as he neared you. “What’s so important that you have to stop everything to go after someone who clearly said she’ll talk to you some other time?”

He was right in front of you now, the distance easily closed with his hand on your arm.

“You, Y/n,” he answered without any hesitation.

Shaking your head and taking your arm back, you sighed, “No, not now, Kuroo. You’re obviously supposed to be headed somewhere else, and I’m supposed to be picking up groceries. We can talk next time.”

You made a mistake in turning around and walking away as fast as you could. So, so conscious about how the two of you almost caused a scene, about how his eyes trailed after you, and about how you were starting to sweat despite the cold, you took a wrong step.

The impact you had expected, however, never came.

0:02  ─|────────────── 5:20

Three years ago, you took it upon yourself to spare him the responsibility of incorporating you into his already-established college life. Agreeing to move to California with your family, where you were accepted into UCLA, you were set to leave a week right after graduation. You’d be alone as your family would have gone the day after, but you didn’t mind. The extra week you had was for spending time with your friends and saying your goodbyes after all.

Kenma knew about it since the beginning, being your best friend who was with you every single day, whether you were making flashcards for the both of you or he was streaming to just fifteen viewers. He knew the reason why you had to do it too, and he understood.

Kuroo, on the other hand, found out the night you were literally in the airport already, bags checked in and boarding pass in hand as you waited for the last hour you had in Tokyo to pass by.

You had been setting breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and even midnight meetings at the nearest convenience store to tell him about it. Unfortunately, he was always busy, his friends planning to do this and that, upsetting you the first few times until you just accepted it. You even accepted that you weren’t going to see him again until you got a call.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, Y/n?” he frantically said your name, “Y/n, what is this? What’s this bullshit that Kenma’s telling me?”

“Kuroo-” you tried to calm him down.

“Where the fuck are you right now? I’ve cancelled everything I have tonight and tomorrow and the next couple of weeks, just-”

“Kuroo-”

“Tell me where you are right now, Y/n!”

It took him twenty minutes to get to the airport. And, as soon as he saw you and you saw him, you had forgotten how to move. You just froze up, everything about you void of motion, except the tears that fell in two streams down from your eyes.

In no time, he had you fully engulfed in his arms, the two of you a sobbing mess. It surprised you because Kuroo was never someone who cried publicly. He only cried within the safety of the four corners of your room, against your shoulder, nowhere else.

Kuroo was also never someone who caused a scene, but sure enough, it was as if the two of you had been ripped straight out of a drama. Luckily, the people watching knew to keep their distance and let the two of you be.

Almost ten minutes.

He held you there, just like that, for almost ten minutes. You wanted so much to say something, to tell him how you felt, how much you wanted to but couldn’t stay. You wanted to tell him literally everything. If you could have shown him your mind and your heart, you would’ve. If you could have done anything to make him understand, you would have, but you didn’t. And couldn’t.

Your words were stuck in your throat as all you could do was sob against his shirt, one of the plenty he had bought with you on the shopping trips you went on back when everything was normal and okay. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to talk, you resorted to utilizing the moment by memorizing, as much as you can, everything about him despite already having done so years ago.

But this Kuroo, you knew, was different. This Kuroo was someone ahead, up in front of the line, while you were left at the back. He’s been out there, out of your reach, growing in new ways each day without you. He has a new life and he’s happy with it. You didn’t feel like barging into what he had built over the past year. That would just be too selfish of you, right?

Right, you nodded to yourself and slowly detached from him once you regained your bearings.

You looked up at him. He had always made you feel so small yet also so tall, but at that moment, you knew you needed to stand on your own two feet. Taking his hand, you led him to an area with almost no people left, wanting to tell him what he needed to hear.

With your two hands, you cupped both sides of his face while his arms brought you closer to him, if that were even possible.

“Kuroo,” you breathed out shakily, “I don’t have much time. I’m boarding soon.”

“Yeah, no shit, Y/n-”

“Listen,” you closed your eyes.

It hurt so much, so, so much that you had to do it this way. You wanted to tell him over a meal or something to keep both of your attention spread out. You definitely didn’t want to do anything dramatic, not like that at all.

Yet there you were, holding and being held by him, cheeks stained with tears and hands trembling every once in a while.

“I am so, so, sorry,” you sighed, thinking if you should continue. “I want to stay with you, go to college with you, and be there with you every step of the way, but I can’t. I’ve seen glimpses of the life you’ve built, of the life you have now, and I am so proud of you. I’m so happy that you’re happy. That’s actually the reason why I’m leaving. I wouldn’t want to take that away from you. I wouldn’t want you to have to adjust to having me back in your life again. I just want to keep seeing that bright smile. It doesn’t matter how far away I am, how long I have to be gone until I can be someone who can keep up with you. Because you’re smiling now, I know I can leave and let you be while I go and find myself as well. Wherever I go and whoever I meet, I want you to remember that you are and will always be my world.”

You didn’t though. You didn’t continue as you figured that those five words were enough, that that was all he needed from you.

3:30  ───────────|──── 5:20

But, you were wrong.

As you stood on that sidewalk, back in his arms as he held and steadied you, he told you with both his actions and his words that you were just so wrong about everything.

“I was going to Kenma’s place because he told me you were there. Don’t get mad at him. He did it to make up for last time when he sided with you and didn’t tell me anything,” he rushed as if you were going to leave if he didn’t let it out fast enough. He then pointed to the bouquet. “Romantic gestures from those Korean dramas you like watching were never ever my thing, but they were yours. I got you flowers. You, Y/n.”

You planted yourself firmly on the ground this time, shocked... confused? Was that how you felt? You couldn’t fully understand what it was, but you got yourself to speak up.

“I’m going to just admit it, okay? I’ve been following your social media accounts and getting updates from Kenma. You haven’t really held back on the romantic poems, quotes, and whatnot. It’s still her, Kuroo. I don’t live under a rock.”

He just shook his head.

“I told you last time to go for it, didn’t I? I told you that I was happy you found that girl in your class because you finally had someone on your level.”

“Wow, Y/n, you really take that literally, don’t you?”

You crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows as he guided you back to his car. Taking the flowers out from his backseat, he proceeded to purge himself of all his worries and just tell you his own truth.

“I told you I loved you, if you remember, that night before you said ‘goodbye’?” His voice was small, the pain evident in his tone.

“You said that because we had fifteen minutes before I boarded a frickin’ plane to the other side of the world,” you chuckled nervously.

“Maybe,” he nodded, “maybe I did, but do you remember what you told me?”

You kept your eyes on him, studying his face in the hopes of catching a glimpse of what he was thinking. “What?”

“You went all,” he continued after shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “you went all Bing Bong on me.”

At that, the two of you burst out laughing, drawn to each other even more.

“You told me,” he placed the bouquet in your arms as he, once again, took you in his, “you told me to take her to the moon.”

“I did.”

“Well, I obviously can’t do that. I’m no Neil Armstrong, but I could do the other things you asked me to do.”

“If you could do them, why didn’t you? I told you to be happy with her.”

He chuckled softly, causing warmth to flood your chest. “I just thought that she wasn’t ‘her’, if you get what I mean.”

The look of confusion on your face told him that no, you definitely did not get what he meant.

“If you see ‘her’ as the person I could take to the moon, be happy with, and tell that I love her, then,” he paused to take a breath.

You looked straight into his eyes, scared of what would happen when or if he says it. You honestly wanted to hear it so badly, to really know that all of this was not a joke, that it was really him and you standing there at that moment.

“You know what? I can’t say it enough, actually,” he suddenly admitted in a rush before taking the flowers out of your hands and just throwing them back inside his car.

You were only able to process what was happening once your eyes were closed, hands locked behind his neck, and lips softly pressed against his. It was as if your body moved before you ever even thought of moving yourself. Surely, if you did think, you would’ve walked away again, hurt yourself and him again. Should that have happened three years ago in that airport, maybe, maybe you would have. But now? It wasn’t a thought you considered one bit.

“I’m such an idiot,” you muttered, forehead against his.

“My idiot now, I hope?” he teased, to which you nodded. “I’m never letting you go again. You know that, right?”

“I do,” you laughed, hugging him tightly as you did so.

“Alright, babe,” he hugged you back, “where are we off to now? Should we get the groceries together?”

You shook your head and smiled up at him.

“Take me to the moon.”

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#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #before i say goodbye #take her to the moon #elle's music recs

[macchiatooru]

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You have feelings for your best friend, and that's all there is to it: always been the best friend but never the girlfriend. Valuing your friendship with him more than what you feel, you chose to move on from your romantic attachment and just remained what he needed you to be. However, after learning that you've been fooling yourself this entire time, could you really be "just the friend" when he's so close to you like that?

↺ song: “electric love” by børns

↺ artists: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

↺ genre: just a little bit of fluff here and there

↺ warnings: just a few swear words and the sadness of unrequited love

↺ mixtape: the car stereo mixtape

↺ word count: 6.1K+

| 01 | discontinued

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track 01: you make my heart beat

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The next song that played throughout Iwaizumi’s pickup was fitting to the scene, you thought. It set the perfect mood and had the right vibe—a suitable mixture of energy and chill. Laughing to yourself, you thought of how much the sight of the five of you resembled a typical teenage trip from those Hollywood movies you like to binge on the boys’ rest days from volleyball practice.

In the backseat just behind you, Makki and Mattsun were both sleeping, snoring lightly with their heads resting against the pile of bags in the middle. You remembered you had to stack them there because of the two jet skis secured in the truck bed. The black one with red accents was Iwa’s while the silver one was Oikawa’s.

Observing the two other third years from the rearview mirror, a fit of laughter almost escaped your lips when Makki’s head fell forward, barely avoiding Iwaizumi’s headrest, when the road got a little uneven. If Iwaizumi hadn’t flicked your forehead, you would have surely burst into giggles, waking everyone up. He then sighed and returned his full focus back on the road.

You were seated on his left, squished between him and your other best friend. Oikawa was sleeping with his head resting against his seatbelt strap. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to be aware of it as he had already succumbed to the fatigue from repetitively playing round after round of beach volleyball.

You felt bad, knowing all too well that not only was his current sleeping position compromised, but also his entire week. In fact, the reason why you all decided to take off on a Saturday afternoon and spend time at the beach was to cheer him up and boost his mood. Sadly, you thought you weren’t doing a great job being his best friend.

After a significant length of time, you were suddenly startled when you caught yourself spending an unnecessary amount of extra seconds staring at him. Immediately, you shifted in your seat, slightly angling your body towards Iwa instead. Being your other best friend, of course, he noticed. Fortunately, when he spoke, he didn’t directly address the elephant in the room to save you the stress.

“Will you please, please, please, please just let him rest on your shoulder already?” he sighed, almost exasperatedly. Despite his eyes remaining on the road ahead, you couldn’t help but feel the intensity of his indirect gaze.

But, it didn’t change anything. You both knew it wasn’t such an easy thing for you to do. It used to be, but times change, and you weren’t exactly in a good position.

0:05  ─|────────────── 3:41

You met Oikawa and Iwaizumi in elementary at the park near school where most of the kids played as soon as classes were finished. A harmless, teensy-weensy accident had led to this, except you made a big deal out of it. It involved a volleyball, a ruined sandcastle, and a lot of scolding.

Despite the incident the day before, you didn’t miss your daily routine visit to the park’s playground and the mandatory sand-castle-building you have assigned to yourself ever since you were four. You just hoped you wouldn’t see the two boys who had hit your head with their volleyball. Things always go your way, don’t they?

Nope, you thought to yourself, even internally popping the ‘p’.

“Hey! You’re the crybaby from yesterday!” an all-too-familiar voice broke your relatively peaceful afternoon. You exhaled shakily, trying to calm your nerves, before turning to him and his friend. Much to your surprise, what you saw didn’t annoy you but rather put a small smile on your face.

“We’re sorry for hitting your head. We brought sand castle tools and a bucket...” he said with a pout. To the guardians observing nearby, it seemed as if the little boy with the pretty hair was just forced to be nice. But, to you, he was someone who made your day.

“We can build one to make up for what we ruined yesterday,” his friend spoke up, tone much more sincere.

“Sure!” you answered with zero hesitation. “Then, you can teach me? How to play volleyball?”

The two boys’ faces suddenly lit up, eyes gleaming with excitement and lips pulling up into the brightest of smiles. You were also beaming, standing up from your spot on the ground as you approached the two boys who would eventually become your closest friends. With a simple ‘what’s your name?’ and a curious ‘where are you from?’, you started the most interesting dynamic ever.

It turns out that you went to the same elementary school as they did. Sure enough, that just caused the three of you to be inseparable. Soon, not only did you frequent the park together, but you also went to class, ate lunch, and walked home together. Apparently, Oikawa had been living just right beside your house the entire time.

Your inseparability even carried on over to your three years in Kitagawa Daiichi Chūgaku, where you supported them in their involvement in the volleyball club, while they did the same for you in your growing interest for sculpting. Although they found it hilarious that that was where building sand castles brought you, they were fully supportive of it.

However, it was inevitable that you were closer to one of them as living right beside Oikawa’s house led you to have a deeper relationship with him than with Iwaizumi. Nonetheless, you cherished both of them all the same.

Or so you thought.

In your third year of junior high, conversations with Oikawa at eleven in the evening through your bedroom window began at some point, which was, at first, about how terrible your teachers were for giving so much homework and giving out a lot of tests. Eventually, you started talking about anything and everything you two could come up with.

This had been incorporated into your routine so much that you'd definitely know something really bad was up if he didn't warn you earlier in the day that he wouldn't be able to talk like the usual that night. On the few occasions that this did happen, you had messaged Iwaizumi and asked for help to bombard Oikawa with messages along the lines 'is something wrong?', 'are you okay?', or 'why the fuck aren't you answering, Shittykawa?'.

You went heavy on the third one specific night when you repetitively sent messages of the like. Sitting on your window seat, you stared out and at his own window, hoping that bugging him would finally get that face to show up.

He eventually did, but it was not the sight you wanted to see. Observing his tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes, messy hair, and shaky breaths, you swore you heard your heart shatter. Of course, any proper person would hate to see a friend of theirs in that state; however, you couldn't help but notice how different it was⁠—the agonizing pain in your chest.

Since when had you been that affected, seeing your best friend like that? It wasn't as if it happened before.

Or had it?

However, you quickly caught yourself and stopped any unnecessary trains of thought. At that moment, the sole thing you needed to do was comfort Oikawa and make sure he was okay.

You dialed in his number and watched him answer the call before putting his phone up to his ears. The way his voice broke as he talked to you hurt you in so many ways, but you were able to keep your thoughts straight and focused on the task at hand.

When you realized that he was probably in that mood because they were up against Shiratorizawa the next day, you resolved to giving in and just going all out. You knew him so well, saying the right words and the right mix of compliments to negate all the doubts in his head.

"If we lose tomorrow, you owe me a tub of ice cream," he sniffled over the phone as you watched him wipe his nose.

"Fine, a tub all to yourself, which I will most likely not need to buy," you replied.

He shook his head. "If we win, we can share it."

You agreed to the deal and was proud of yourself for fixing the situation enough to at least force Oikawa to sleep. Once you ended the call and left the window for your bed, you sighed and let the previously blocked trains of thought surge throughout your brain.

Had this happened before?

Oh, it did, you thought and remembered the first instance which had occurred just last year. You vaguely remembered what exactly happened, but you knew it was because he was upset that his sister was moving away to be with her own family. He had hauled himself all the way to your house and sulked as you brought out some ice cream from your freezer.

You recalled how your mom got upset with your lack of permission to take the tub out but was softened by your reasoning that you just couldn't bear to see Oikawa in such low spirits that it hurt so much. She eventually let it go and you went up to your room where you had sent him earlier.

Upon arriving, you saw him wrapped up in your duvet, eating the ice cream with a frown on his face. You sat on the edge of the bed beside him and gave him a soft smile when he looked at you. He paused his motions for a couple of seconds, possibly thinking, before surprising you with a spoonful of ice cream lifted to your face.

At that moment, your chest tightened way more than it had earlier. You were then so sure of two things. One was that you could have burst into flames if you hadn't accepted the cold dessert which helped cool you down. And, two-

"Iwa," you shakily exhaled into the phone after your other best friend picked up and asked you what was wrong. You had to tell someone once you were alone or else you would have burst through the earth’s atmosphere.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"I think I am. I think I like Oikawa."

That was a secret that you and Iwaizumi agreed to keep until you didn't just 'think' you felt that way. You brought this to Aoba Johsai, hoping that it would just go away on its own once you meet new people. Because of this mindset you installed in your brain, you unconsciously distanced yourself from the two boys, meeting a particular girl who eventually became a close friend of yours throughout high school.

Finally, towards the end of your first year, you had gotten over your little crush on Oikawa after realizing that you only needed to expand your social connections. Iwaizumi was so glad they could hang out with you again, while Oikawa confessed that he had been interested in meeting your new friend.

You didn't know when it began, but Oikawa started to gain attention from more and more girls after every volleyball game. It annoyed the hell out of Iwaizumi, but you didn't mind. It kept your feelings from coming back again because you knew all too well that you couldn't and shouldn't be grouped with those fangirls. Oikawa would never dive into a relationship with any girl. Romance would just get the way of pursuing volleyball, right?

Wrong.

You started your third year walking to school with Iwaizumi, while the two of you cringed at how close Oikawa and your friend were as they walked ahead of you.

It was never the case that you were jealous but rather annoyed at how they were in everybody's face. Throughout the year, Oikawa had missed plenty of your usual get-togethers with Iwaizumi, stopped the window conversations, and sometimes forgot to send at least one reply.

"I wasn't like this in the first year, was I? When I was avoiding you guys?" you asked Iwaizumi as the two of you sat lazily on the swings at the playground of your childhood.

"So, you finally admit that you were avoiding us," he teased.

"I was never in denial!" you protested with a matching hit to his arm (which you thought had become unnecessarily buff in comparison to when you were younger, pfft).

He laughed, filling the almost empty play area with his voice. Once he calmed down, he properly answered your question, lightly kicking his feet off the ground to put him in motion. "No, you weren't. But, seriously, that girl has a tendency to push us apart, don't you think?"

"What?" you raised a brow in confusion, "She would never do that."

"That's what they always say in the movies," he rolled his eyes.

"You're so corny."

"You're corny."

"Whatever. She just wouldn't," you crossed your arms.

Iwaizumi stopped his swinging and looked at you with narrow eyes. "What else could she be doing then?"

You thought about it for a while before giving him the answer which you would both find to be true later on. "Oikawa spends a lot of time at the gym, so maybe she takes his time-off to do whatever they do, right? I mean, if I were in a relationship, I'd like some time with my boyfriend."

"But that leaves, what, no more time with us?"

You sighed, knowing that this was the reality of where you both stood in Oikawa's life back then. "We're the best friends. Time's not necessarily something we can demand of him. I'm sure he's just really comfortable with this because he trusts that we always have his back."

And the two of you did, which you proved during the time that Oikawa and your soon-to-be ex-friend broke up.

On that particular Monday, you and Iwaizumi were spending the afternoon at a café to catch up on your readings and after, to organize some documents you needed for university. Too engrossed in the material, you forgot about the hot chocolate you ordered, reaching out for it a couple of times but stopping when you get to an interesting part.

You were broken out of your confinement to the words on the page by Iwaizumi's unsuccessfully suppressed laughter. You shot him a look, silently asking what was so funny whilst, again, reaching out for your drink. Only this time, you forgot that it was hot.

"Ah!" you yelped and immediately brought your index finger to your lips, fueling Iwaizumi's amusement.

"Who even orders hot chocolate in the summer?" he barely managed to say from how much he was laughing.

"That's not the issue right now! I could have burned my finger off!" you exaggerated, scowling at him the best you could.

With the usual stupidity and banter, everything was in its rightful place, until you saw her walking through the front door, arms linked with none other than-

"The captain of the basketball team- you have got to be kidding me!" you whisper-shouted at Iwaizumi though your eyes never left the odd and totally wrong couple who passed by to take a seat at the farthest corner of the café, failing to take notice of the two of you.

"Oikawa did tell me she was always on her phone for the past couple of weeks," Iwaizumi grunted and massaged his temples.

"Great," you huffed as you took your phone out before heading outside. "Just great!"

You dialed in your friend's number and waited for her to pick up. When she finally did, you smoothly asked if she was free to grab some coffee at the usual café. You were surprised to hear her say that she was already there. Wow, you thought to yourself, she had no plans of even denying it one bit!

"Y/n? Is that you? By the front door?"

Seething, you ended the call, dropped by your spot with Iwaizumi to hand him your phone, and made your way to their table.

"Hi, sweetie, can we talk for a while?"

You had prepared for the talk, but no amount of time spent in putting yourself in the proper disposition to understand her aided in suppressing the boiling heat of your emotions. While she told you the truth about how much she hated being the second priority in Oikawa's list, after volleyball 'of all things', she emphasized, you thought that she couldn't be more wrong.

As far as you knew, she should have understood how important volleyball is and will always be to your best friend. Ever since you were kids, it's been his dream to make it big out there. Taking that away would just be cruel, wouldn't it?

However, you did understand that him getting into a relationship meant that he should have also given her the attention proper to a significant other. Thinking about it though, hadn't he lessened the time he spent with you and Iwaizumi to be with her? All those lunches, study sessions, and spontaneous days out came third in his list, meaning she still had more than you two, his best friends for years, received.

Yet, you didn't complain as much, well, for the lack of time because of volleyball but maybe for the change of pace in your friendship because of her. Nonetheless, you knew to put him first, and she should have too, being his girlfriend and all.

But, that wasn't the problem anymore. What was more important than the lost time was the present which was nowhere near okay. You left immediately after your talk with his ex-girlfriend, who also became your ex-friend after she dramatically accused you of being such an 'annoying know-it-all who does not understand where she stands' and dumping her iced vanilla latte all over your shirt.

Typical much?

Whether she was trying to recreate a cliché high school moment or whatnot, you had no patience for it and basically dragged Iwaizumi out of there as fast as you could. Although he was amused by how infuriated you looked, he was nice enough to give you his handkerchief. Despite his seemingly calm expression, however, he was just as irritated as you were. It was your best friend who had his heart broken after all.

Oikawa, no matter how annoying he could get, had always been in both of your major ups and downs, proving himself a reliable friend. The two of you wasted no time to find him, your bodies even moving before you could comprehend anything until you were at his house where, sadly, he was not.

His mother adored the both of you and was, as always, nice enough to let the two of you in. Before you knew it, you were munching on chocolate chip cookies in the living room sofa, deep in thought. Iwaizumi noticed your ‘thinking expression’—which, according to him, was when you have your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth moving as if you were mumbling—and threw a pillow at you to catch your attention.

“You’re thinking of a way to cheer him up, aren’t you?”

Heaving a sigh, you sat back and shoved an entire cookie in your mouth. Of course, you were thinking of any way you could try to lighten Oikawa’s mood. You just weren’t sure if any of the ten or eleven ideas in your head were good enough.

Sensing your dilemma, Iwa tapped on his phone before crossing over to the sofa you were sitting on and having the both of you face his screen.

“Hanamaki, Matsukawa, this is what a troubled Y/n looks like.”

“Iwaizumi Hajime, I resent you,” you seethed, “but good thinking. Now, how do we deal with Oikawa?”

The four of you spent the rest of the time coming up with a plan to comfort your recently-single friend until said friend came home, his nephew barging through the front door just a few seconds before he did.

“What on earth are the two of you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow whilst taking his shoes off and changing into his—you couldn’t help but laugh every single time—green alien slippers.

When you had already stopped yourself from your mandatory mocking of his choice of footwear, you let a steady breath out. “Your girlfriend just broke up with you and we happen to be your best friends who care about you. Work it out for yourself.”

“Y/n-san!” Takeru beamed at you. “Iwa-chan!”

“This kid-”

“How’s your uncle doing?” you asked, scooting over to make room between you and Iwa for the boy.

“Well,” he began before plopping onto the sofa, “on the way to my game, Tooru was wondering why she left him. Then, he kept taking pictures of the game, then me, but mostly selfies of his ugly face. Then, he bullied a high school kid named Tobio-chan. Then, we bought ice cream. Then, we’re here. He’s okay.”

“You met with Kageyama?” Iwaizumi asked.

“You bullied Kageyama?” you added, or rather corrected his choice of priorities.

“It’s,” he paused to sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a story for another time. I just want to eat a tub of ice cream and watch The Notebook until I cry myself to sleep.”

‘???’ You hurled a pillow at him. “What are you? A fanfic girl?”

“I might as well be!” he answered back. 

“Takeru, could you go upstairs for a bit?” Iwaizumi asked the kid and made sure he was out of sight before landing a punch on Oikawa’s side.

“IWA-CHAN-”

“Stop being such a drama queen and listen!”

“I’m listening!”

You picked your planner up from where you had left it on the coffee table and held it up to him. Oikawa walked closer to read what you were pointing to, discovering the plan that his friends came up with.

“What? Are we all studying at the beach?”

“No, idiot,” you could hear the absolute disappointment in Iwa’s tone, “who the fuck studies at the beach?”

“Probably Y/n.”

“I don’t!”

With Oikawa finally in on the plan, it was easier for the five of you to agree on the logistics of the trip, chipping in and modifying ideas here and there. You spent hours doing so, on the couch of the Oikawa household while munching on some cupcakes.

Contrary to the heavy layer of tension earlier, the changed atmosphere, accompanied by the comforting scent of freshly baked goods, managed to lighten up everyone's moods. Even Oikawa, whom you had expected to be more down in the dumps, seemed like he was genuinely happy with all the planning you had chosen to do in place of the supposed catching-up-with-readings plan.

However, you were quick to notice that at some instances, he wasn't all smiles especially when you and Iwaizumi weren't directly looking at him. He was so wrong to think that his two best friends wouldn't notice, but you guessed it was alright. There could have been hundreds of thoughts running around wildly in his head, and no matter what help you could have offered, you knew that it was something he had to solve on his own.

You just couldn't help but keep worrying, though. You just couldn't help but keep at it that you, too, had failed to notice that your best friends also knew you so, so, so well.

Iwaizumi picked up on it and saved your ass with a quick rundown of how the two of you learned about the breakup. Upon learning that you had a latte spilled over your shirt, Oikawa left to get a clean shirt from his room upstairs. You lightly laughed at how you and Iwaizumi were too absorbed in finding Oikawa that you had forgotten to get a change of clothes in your house next door.

Iwaizumi, however, being the more reasonable one between the two of you, didn't find it as amusing. "This is a whole new level of worrying about him that you forget about yourself, Y/n."

You swore you felt your breath hitch in your throat once you figured out what Iwa was implying. Shaking you head 'no', you were only met with stern eyes.

"I'm not against it, really. You just have to stop lying to yourself. That's all."

And that was truly all that you got from him as Oikawa made his way back to his seat on the carpet beside you, tossing you a shirt adorned with the most annoying alien pattern on earth, you thought as you dragged yourself to the powder room to change. Their teasing and laughter grew softer behind you the farther you walked.

It annoyed you how Iwaizumi was able to change moods that quickly, so you cursed him whilst locking yourself in the small comfort room beneath the stairs. And, as soon as all the noise from outside was muffled by the door, you fell seriously into deep thought, annoyance with Iwaizumi gone and replaced with annoyance geared towards yourself.

Let's face it. You thought that you could just wake up every day, thinking that you were done? You thought that you successfully, completely, and cleanly cut all of that off? You thought that everything had gone back to the way it was? The way it should have been?

Maybe, you were right to have thought so. Maybe, just maybe, you were right to have thought that you’ve moved on from what you so desperately tore yourself away from.

But, again, let’s face it. All these years of putting on seemingly genuine smiles and carefully measuring just how close you should get, you've just mastered the art of concealment so well that you were also able to deceive yourself.

If Iwaizumi hadn’t pulled you aside to set things straight, you would have subjected yourself to a road of façades as you remained unconscious of the growing web of lies that encased your ability to feel again.

Did that really matter though? At that moment? The last time you checked, it was Oikawa you guys were supposed to be cheering up. You couldn’t make this about you, not when your best friend needed you.

“Oikawa Tooru, let me say that this is not the cutest print on a shirt, but I don’t plan on lying. This looks so cute on me. Let me have it.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

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That day, just as you had promised him, you dropped all your books, all your school work, and all your worries, excluding, of course, the constant nervousness tugging at your sleeve to remind you that it was so easy to slip and tell Oikawa just how good he looked with his shirt off, playing beach volleyball.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to worry about that anymore as he had changed into another shirt for the trip back home. However, what did bother you more was how you were bothered by merely being a few inches away from him.

Was that even a thing?

You guessed so, considering how hard your heart hammered against your sternum, almost enough to break through and jump right into his hands. It drove you insane as you constantly thought about the possibility of him hearing your seemingly erratic heartbeat and him being the annoying little shit that he was, question after question as inevitable as the setting sun.

The sky had been painted in darker tones as the day drew to a close, but the way the faint traces of the sunset still lingering on the horizon granted you enough light to trace Oikawa’s facial features with your ever-so-anxious eyes.

“The idiot played the most out of all of us. Show a little bit of kindness, Y/n,” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as he turned a corner.

You were about to swallow your anxiety and just surrender, but Oikawa beat you to whatever you were supposed to do. In truth, you hadn’t known how you were going to ‘let him rest on your shoulder’ as Iwaizumi had said. Now that he had done it himself, you would never really know.

That wasn’t even the issue!

“Yeah, Y/n, show some kindness!” Oikawa repeated in a mocking tone with that stupid smirk in his face. You almost hurled at how characteristically spot-on that was.

By the grace of whichever deity smiled upon you that day, you managed to keep yourself intact and your sanity together...? to the best of your capabilities. Fortunately, despite the way you felt your pulse in your head and your insides turn, the façade you put up had been enough to steer yourself clear of Oikawa’s possible barrage of questions.

“Excuse the two of you, I happen to be the kindest person ever,” you hummed with pretentious confidence.

“Oya?” Oikawa challenged. “I coach my nephew’s volleyball team on my days off.”

Iwaizumi chuckled lowly, “I volunteered to help organize a major sports festival for the disabled next year. They said it’ll be around a month after graduation.”

“That’s great, Iwa, but you can’t beat me,” you boasted, plastering a smug look on your face while desperately trying your best not to ask for the details of the said event that you had then wanted to go to so badly.

“Why can’t I possibly beat you, O’ Great Queen of Extreme Kindness,” he mocked, which Oikawa found absolutely hilarious.

“Well,” you mused, “imagine breathing, for the past nine years, the same air as Iwaizumi Hajime and Oikawa Tooru.”

To that, Makki and Mattsun burst out in uncontrollable fits of laughter, startling the three of you in front.

“THAT,” Makki struggled to say in between breaths, “SHE...WON... THAT.”

Just like always, the stupidity and playful banter gave you the warmest comfort only a home can give. Everything was truly in its rightful place that time, and you were more than glad that the five of you ditched the interclass study session held in school that afternoon. 

Of course, you hadn’t lost your sense of responsibility which was why the five of you were heading to the library the next morning as soon as it opened. You recalled if you had all your materials ready as you had laid them all on your desk just before you started packing for the quick trip. However, you decided that that was a thought for when you get home. You could check everything off the list once you were back in your room, but not when you just realized how Oikawa had his arm draped lazily over your shoulder, his index finger reaching out to poke Iwaizumi’s side.

Everything was in its rightful place? You couldn’t help but ask yourself.

It would have taken just a simple combination of words for you to get yourself out of the temporary cage that was Oikawa’s right arm, but it would have taken countless of nights for you to get over the unavoidable regret that would come with it. Similarly, though, it would also take you countless of nights to stop yourself from wanting to question your place in his life when you knew what was right.

You had been plagued by indecision for the rest of the ride home, even after the quick stop at a burger place. Oikawa just decided then and there that you made the perfect armrest, pillow, or whatnot, which concerned you very, very much. The fact that you just accepted all of that?

“Are you suddenly brave or have you lost all levels of comprehension?” Iwaizumi whispered to you once Oikawa busied himself with unloading their family's jet ski.

"I don't know, Iwa. As you can see," you motioned for him to examine the keys you held in your hands. "I really don't know anything at the moment. Why are your keys in my bag and where the fuck are mine?"

"That's it. You've gone insane," he sighed, pausing for a couple of beats before reminding you, "Why are you looking for them anyway? I thought we were going to get some coffee first? It's just 8PM."

"I don't think it's good for me to get coffee in this state," you groaned, still rummaging through your duffel bag for your house keys.

"You can get hot choco-" Iwaizumi was cut off by his phone ringing. He furrowed his brows upon seeing the caller ID before excusing himself to answer, which left you alone under the flickering street lamp.

Again, your heart was picking up speed and you were well aware of how you barely kept it together. It wasn't actual anxiety. From what you know about yourself, you've been very conscious about maintaining your mental health. This? All of this? It was just because you couldn't handle a stupid crush until everything went haywire and you were helplessly stuck.

Stuck in love? You didn't know. You also didn’t want to know.

But you were aware that if Oikawa were to come near you in the state that you were in, there was a 99% chance that you'd be a stuttering mess.

And you have never been a stuttering mess, especially in front of Oikawa.

For once, you were lucky enough to be saved from that as Iwaizumi had just ended his phone call, saying that it was just someone who enjoyed annoying him whenever and wherever. You tried to preoccupy yourself with his story about how his cousin always managed to hit the right buttons, but you began to panic when Oikawa-

“Done!” he exaggeratedly groaned in feigned exhaustion as he slung his arms over both your shoulder and Iwa’s. “I almost died back there.”

“You literally watched it get loaded off the truck and onto an easy-to-push-” Iwaizumi tried to point out but was cut off by Oikawa mocking his tone. “I will punch you.”

“That’s mean, Iwa-chan!” He then turned to you, asking for back-up. To his disappointment, you simply blinked at him.

You were lost inside your head, alarms blaring but only you heard the chaotic ringing.

“Hey!” Oikawa whined, “Some best friend you are to let Iwa-chan treat me like that!”

There you go! You thought to yourself. That’s what you needed right there, you realized, fully accepting how much you really, really, badly needed that. All the resurfacing thoughts and feelings from the past week had peaked and you were not entirely sure how you were going to deal with it.

And all of that over just one boy?

Yes, you learned to stop denying, at least something as basic as that. It was the same boy who helped you snap out of your hazy, discombobulated state anyway. This was your best friend, and him mentioning it—confirming it with that annoying yet familiar voice of his—just hammered the nail right in. This was your reality, and you’re able to grasp it better now.

But nonetheless, you needed time to fully grasp this.

It was funny. This was a fact established years ago, back when you were still in grade school. This was a well-known fact long before that moment right there when you lost your hold on what it actually meant to be just the best friend.

“I should go,” you suddenly spoke up, stopping yourself from climbing back into Iwaizumi’s pickup.

“What? Where are you going?” Oikawa asked, completely oblivious to how turbulent your mind was, how you were almost eaten up by inner turmoil then and there. Despite coming into terms with where you stood in his life, you had a right to feel what you had to feel. It was nothing short of what unrequited love felt like, and you wanted to properly feel it instead of hiding it away in a box:

Loneliness.

“My house is literally right there,” you retorted, chuckling lightly so as not to let him in on what you were truly feeling.

“Yeah, my house is also literally right there, but I’m getting in this truck to get a nice cup of coffee with my two bestest friends in the entire world. I suggest you hurry on up and do the same, Y/n.”

Only if I get to ride shotgun, you wanted to say but chose not to.

“I’ll text you guys later,” you smiled warmly at them before slinging your bag over your shoulders.

“At least let Iwa-chan and I help you with your things,” Oikawa offered.

You raised an eyebrow at him, questioning his sudden act of kindness before realizing what he was up to.

“No, Shittykawa, you are not kidnapping me!”

“I won’t be kidnapping you!”

You almost doubled over in fits of laughter, Oikawa joining in with that intoxicating laugh of his that always released the butterflies in your stomach to flutter about and throughout your entire being. When you were able to calm down at last, you caught a glimpse of the small smile on Iwaizumi’s face.

“I’ll see the both of you later,” you said, more determined to walk away this time with how you finally turned on your heel, gripped your bag tighter, took one step after another, and looked back just once to wave goodbye. You really were determined to walk away.

But it didn’t mean you were just going to let go.

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