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Y/N Y/L/N, the school council president, and Miya Atsumu, the volleyball star are the perfect couple. But beneath the surface, they’re far from okay and an interloper knows that.

genre: angst // highschool au, cheating au

w/c: 4.4k

t/w: lots of cheating & heartbreak, dysfunctional and toxic relationship

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He remembers the day he first saw her out of his classroom window. It was like the girl of his dreams had escaped a fantasy and entered reality.

She wore a foreign school uniform and wandered around the grounds of his school with a determined look on her face. He excused himself from class and found her pacing down the hallway and peering into passing classrooms.

“Can I help you?” He called out to her. Her head jerked up to face his figure. He felt his breath hold at her appearance up close. She was even more beautiful up close.

“Uh, yes. I was looking for the assembly hall. I’m here for the interschool leadership conference, but it appears I’m lost,” she answered, her eyes cold.

“I can take you there,” he grinned at her.

“Thank you, uh-“

“Oikawa,”

“Y/N,” she returned as he started walking her down the hall. He felt his heart skip a little in their comfortable silence, his hand cheekily brushing up against hers.

When they departed, Oikawa returned to his classroom with his heart racing at the thought of the girl he had encountered. He squirmed in his seat, tapping his foot, eager for one more encounter.

“What’s this interschool leadership conference?” He turned to Iwaizumi, who had his head down in his work book.

“It’s like a forum for head prefects and student council presidents from schools around Japan. It’s being hosted here this year,” he answered, still engrossed in his work.

His heart raced tenfold, more enamoured at the thought of this ambitious and successful girl. When the final school bell rang, he couldn’t run any faster to the entrance to the assembly hall. The closed doors told him they were still in running. He stood outside, students going home passed him by, seeing his eyes eagerly trained against the door.

The first signs of the conference finishing arrived soon enough. His head jolted when he spotted the door slowly inch open with the first few students dispersing. Through a colourful array of uniforms, he finally spotted her walking out.

“Y/N,” he called, an eager smile across his lips. She returned a small smile, leaving his heart twisting in knots.

“Hey, Oikawa,” she greeted.

“Shall I walk you out in case you get lost?” His eyes were so bright and full of eagerness. She chuckled and nodded at him.

“How was it?” He initiated, weaving himself through the school, opting to take the longest route possible.

“Expected. It would look nice on my resume but wasn’t particularly insightful or interesting,” she answered candidly. He learnt a few things about her in their limited interactions. She was reserved and blunt yet friendly, traits that had seemed to intrigue him.

He felt his heart drop as they approached the gates of the school. She turned to him.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Oikawa.” His heart was going to burst out of his chest with the sincerity in her eyes.

His lips started to tremble as he slipped a piece of paper into her hands. Glancing between the note and his face, her brows furrowed.

“I have a boyfriend,” she stated bluntly. His face fell. He tells himself he should drop it, but with his heart racing 1000 miles for the first time, he couldn’t.

“Then if he ever leaves you unsatisfied, you know how to reach me.” There’s a mischievous smirk across his face as he watches her in anticipation. She returned a scowl, turning away from Oikawa, leaving a pang in his chest. She glanced down at the number scrawled on the scrap of paper, turning to a bin by the gate. He waits with bated breath as he watches her hover her hand over the top.

She pauses for a moment before retracting her hand and shoving the scrunched piece into her pocket. He breathes a sigh of relief with excitement bubbling within him.

Feeling the scrunched piece of paper in her pocket, she’s confused herself with her impulsive act. She shouldn’t entertain a stranger’s interest in her. She had a boyfriend after all. So why did the scrap of paper with his number sit soundly in her hand?

“You’re fucking dumb if you think I’d believe something as stupid as that,” she spits. Her tone surprises herself to be speaking so discourteously to an acquaintance. Suna shares the same thought with widened eyes and a gaping mouth.

“I-I’m not lying, Y/N!” He retorts defensively. Her brows furrowed, analysing Suna’s expression for a hint of a lie. As serious and certain Suna had appeared to be, she wouldn’t budge. She refused to believe Atsumu, her childhood love and boyfriend of almost ten years, was cheating, no matter how much conviction Suna had and how explosive their fights had gotten.

“Then believe what you want Suna. I trust Atsumu. He wouldn’t do something like that,” her teeth gritted, frustrated but full of certainty.

Suna let out a sigh of irritation before walking away, leaving the argument at that. She gazed at his disappearing figure. Yeah right, Suna, she thought to herself.

Suna’s accusations slip her mind for the rest of the day, with her certainty in Atsumu’s faithfulness. Sure, their fights had escalated as of recently but nothing could challenge his loyalty.

As she enters her house, her mother approaches her at the door.

“Hi, honey. Atsumu’s here,” she announces sweetly, accustomed to the young couple’s years of house exchanges. Y/N’s face perks up.

“Here? Now?” she questions.

“Yes, he’s waiting in your bedroom,” she answers, as Y/N thanks her mother before rushing into her room.

Swinging her door open, she finds Atsumu’s face buried in her pillows. “Atsumu?” she calls softly. His head jolts her and she spots his saddened eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she feels her heart clench as she approaches him. Her hands softly brush his blonde locks, as he trembles in her touch. Sitting herself on the bed, his arms wrap around her waist before burrowing his head into her stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. It’s a rare word for her to hear from a boy who struggles to communicate his feelings.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she softly coos, feeling her heart clench. “It’s not. You’re my girlfriend and I put volleyball over you. Even when I know you’re the most important thing in my life,” he wails, his words muffled against her school blouse.

“Well, you learn. I said some hurtful things to you I didn’t mean. I’m proud of you, Atsumu. I’m so lucky to have such a talented boyfriend,” she reassures. A smile arises from him as he removes himself from her waist and hovers over her, letting her fall back against his pillows before pinning her to the bed. Her doe-like eyes watch how his eyes soften. Seeing her from above, he’s enamoured by her beauty, the mere sight making his heart race. Cupping her face they both slowly pull into a passionate kiss. His lips were familiar and soft against her lips.

When they pull apart, there’s nothing but love in their eyes. He heaves himself off of her before settling in the space between her and the wall. “I love you,” he whispers, before pulling her into his arms again.

“I know,” she chuckles, as she sits comfortably against his chest and in his arms. There’s a giddy smile on his face that beams brighter when she returns an “I love you too, ‘Tsumu.”

Almost ten years of moments like these affirmed that despite the new tensions in their relationship, everything was still perfect and full of love. Suna’s words cross her mind, but they earn a dismissive scoff. She trusted Atsumu because they were honest with each other. So she prods at it.

“Suna accused you of cheating on me,” she informs with a nonchalant tone.

Atsumu freezes and there's a second of falter in his smile. Before he plasters back on a smile, hearing the lack of accusation in her voice. “He’s an idiot,” he softly chuckles into her shoulder.

“I know, but why would he say that? He’s your friend,” she queries.

“I don’t know. He’s probably jealous that some scrub like me has the most perfect girlfriend in the world,” he hums into her shoulder tightening his embrace against her. She chuckles at his response and lets it go. There's an inkling in her mind that tells her some part of this accusation wasn’t fiction. But she refuses to acknowledge or confront it. Because Atsumu wouldn’t do that, she repeats to herself feeling the palpitations of his heartbeat pressed against her back.

She knows this fight was different. Far worse than anything they’ve experienced. A simple miscommunication that escalated towards nitpicking each other’s peeves. Atsumu forgetting to meet Y/N at a cafe for their date whilst he trained, soon turned into Y/N making it aware that she wished she hadn’t bothered.

“I should’ve known this would’ve been a waste of time. Why do I even bother anymore?” She mumbles, full of anger masked beneath her cold eyes.

“So I’m a waste of time to you?”

“You didn’t show up to our date, Atsumu! I waited for almost two hours!”

“I’m sorry! It was a mistake. You know I would always prioritise you, but apparently you don’t feel the same!”

With Y/N wrapped up in Osamu’s arms who lets her sob into his chest, even he notes things have escalated.

“I even told him he was a waste of time!” She cries, as her tears soak up his shirt. She wonders how he’s been able to tolerate their relationship, with his role as a mediator and counsellor for both sides over the years. Osamu showed an unconditional kindness she felt undeserving of, especially when she broke his brother’s heart.

“He knows you don’t mean it,” he reassures her.

“B-but I hurt him! I hurt him so much!” She trembles in his hold.

“He said some pretty hurtful things to you too. Which I know he regrets. He loves you too much to care how much you hurt him because he’s still angry at himself for hurting you.” The response reassures her, softening her cries.

Her head lifts up to face Osamu with messy hair and bloodshot eyes. Despite this, a forbidden thought crosses his mind. ‘Was she always this beautiful?’ But he pushes it always and berates himself for crossing such a line.

“You always know what to say, ‘Samu,” she smiles softly at him, cupping his cheek. Feeling his cheeks heat up, he guides her hands away from his face.

“I’m glad I could help. Now go talk to him,” he smiles at her. Her fingers brush her drying tears as she nods at him. Standing up from his lap, she straightens out her skirt. She knows her face is a wreck, but she doesn’t care when she’s sprinting from the Miyas’ home towards the gym. The thought of Atsumu hurting as much as she had compels her legs to work harder than they ever have.

She stops at the front of the gym, panting and trying to catch her breath. She takes a step towards the door, but before she can enter the door swings open and she comes face to face with the person she least wanted to see. Suna’s eyes widen at her dishevelled state and they stand in a moment of silence before Suna speaks up.

Oikawa feels his heart is about to leap out of his chest when he receives a random text from none other than the pretty girl he had met at school. He’s taken by surprise when she asks to meet him at a love hotel, but he, nonetheless, is more than eager to agree.

Sitting in the hotel lounge, he feels his own legs shake and his heart racing as he waits for her. His palms are sweating with his head hunched over his knees, wanting to avoid being spotted by anyone who could recognise him. Soon enough a pair of legs appear before him, following a cough.

His head jolts up to find her familiar face gazing at him. His face heats up as he shoots up from the seat.

“Thank you for meeting me here,” she greets shyly.

“Of course,” he answers with an endearing smile. She walks him to the reception working through the administrative details of their stay. Oikawa watches in awe at her confidence and ease in the way she spoke. Her voice and tone commanded the attention of whoever listened. The receptionist glanced between the young couple, a questioning look in his facial expression.

“You two look awfully young. Do you have any ID?” he asks. Y/N nods before digging into her purse and returning a drivers’ license. Eyeing the photo and the girl, he nods before returning her a key. It occurs to Oikawa that she had to be at least a year older than him.

Leading him towards their designated room, Oikawa laces his fingers against her’s. To his surprise, she reciprocates the gesture and eases into it. He feels his heartbeat fasten with each step they take towards the room.

When they enter the room, she sets her purse to the side before taking a seat on the bed encompassing most of the room. She sits there, like a fine piece of art he admires from afar.

Her eyes reflect back at him, catching him staring and his cheeks heat up again. “I’ve, uh, never done anything like this before,” he clarifies when he feels her gaze on his figure. She returns a soft laugh.

“That’s not why I called you here. I’m sorry for misleading you.” His heart slightly drops. “Oh,” he lets out, sitting in the space next to her. He turns to her, who faces away from him, looking despondently out the window.

“I just want to be held,” she sighs. A warmth across his chest arises. He places a hand over her hand, causing her to turn to his soft brown eyes.

It's not long before she finds herself entangled in Oikawa’s arms, his heart racing in her presence. Her finger traces the side of his face, taking in all his features. He’s handsome, she notes. It’s the first time she’s looked at another man beside Atsumu because, in her mind, there wasn’t anyone else who could compare.

“You’re handsome. Has anyone ever told you that?” she whispers, with her breath tickling his lips. He’s heard it a thousand times, but for the first time, the words made him nervous. He slowly nods. The way the creases of her eyes crinkled, the way his lips turned up when she smiled, were all the reasons his heart swooned. His grip around her tightens. His hold feels different from Atsumu’s. It’s gentle and careful, ensuring there was still space for her to wiggle out of his hold if she chose to.

As their faces inch closer, their eyes lock and breaths tickle each other’s lips. Oikawa leans in and closes the gap. His lips were unfamiliar, soft and cherry tasting. He feels like his heart is going to explode with the way her lips meld and she moans into the kiss. Easing into it, his grip around her waist tightens as his fevour grows. At that moment, a thought crosses her mind. She could cross that line and hurt Atsumu the same way he hurt her. But she shoves him away, knowing she didn’t have it within her. As their lips unlock, Oikawa felt a pang of guilt attack him.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he pants, eyes averting her gaze.

“That’s okay. I liked it,” she reassures, laying a hand over his. “I just don’t think we should go any further,” she sighs. He feels guilty for taking advantage of the situation and thinks about leaving. But she snuggles up closer to his chest and with her body pressed up against his chest, he wraps his arms around her again. She doesn’t say anything. No explanation for the sudden call and no explanation to why he was holding her in a love hotel in Tokyo when she had a boyfriend in Kobe.

But when she trembles in his hold and starts to soak his shirt, he prods. “Are you okay?” She sniffles against his chest, rubbing her watery eyes. She glances up at him who gives her a look of worry.

“Have you ever been in love?” The question catches him off guard. His automated response is a no but with his heart racing and his mind spinning with her in his arms, he’s unsure of himself.

“Why does it hurt so much to love someone?” she cries in his silence. He doesn’t know what to do. All he feels is heartache at the sound of her sobs.

She thinks back to Suna standing outside the gym door. She stood outside, ready to apologise and take Atsumu back into her arms. But instead, Suna shattered that.

“He’s cheating on you,” he argues once again. She opens her mouth to retort, and Suna pulls out his phone, ready to show her the proof. Before either of them can make another move, Atsumu finds his girlfriend and best friend face-to-face. When he spots Suna’s open phone and the contents of the screen, a look of guilt washed over him. She knew then that everything Suna had said had been true. Her world had been devastated by a truth she refused to acknowledge. She knew things weren’t going okay with Atsumu but she never thought the boy who had fought for her, everyday professed his undying love for her since they were 8, could ever resort to betraying her in the worst way possible.

Tears brimmed her eyes, blurring her vision of Atsumu’s guilt ridden face.

“Y/N-” he called. She didn’t have it in her to hear what he had to say next, whether it was an apology or a confession. She knew she wasn’t ready to confront it. So she did what she knew best, she ran.

Now here she lay, in bed with another man in Tokyo. Oikawa held her in his arms, letting her wail and rant through her broken cries. He grew infuriated at the thought of someone cheating on Y/N. Because how could anyone be satisfied with anything but her? Even if this Atsumu was a charming Olympic male model, like she described, he was certain he would never find another girl who could compare.

“I-I- love him so much,” she cries in a tremor, her snotty nose sniffling against his shirt. But Oikawa didn’t care, not when his heart broke at the sight of a shattered Y/N.

“You deserve so much better,” he repeats into her ear. He chants it like a mantra, because at the back of his mind, he hopes it’ll make her realise that someone else out there was worthy of her love when Atsumu wasn’t.

She returns a chuckle through her crying in a bout of pants. “It’s insane but even if he cheated on me, I still only want him,” a pitiful chuckle leaves her and his expression falls. Why? He asks himself.

What could possibly be so good about Atsumu, that she’d still love him? When it was so clear that someone like her could pick anyone she wanted. Why would she choose someone who tore her to shreds? Why choose Atsumu when Oikawa could give her anything she wanted if she gave him a chance?

He tugs her in closer, letting her head rest against his beating chest, as if to prove to her how much he wanted her.

When she returned to Hyogo, his hopes rise at the thought of getting a text anytime soon about her inevitable breakup. Yet he falls short of receiving any such news. Instead each text from her, being a ‘I need you,’ in which he would come running to meet her at another love hotel in Tokyo every time.

He does a little bit of digging and discovers why the name Miya Atsumu rang bells in his head, he was a well-known highschool volleyball player. He’s seen Atsumu’s face on her social media. With his arms around her and their eyes staring lovingly into each other. The mere thought has him bubbling with anger. Her eyes are so full of love for the man holding her. Oikawa racks his brain for a rational answer. How can she still love him after all he put her through?

Love is complicated. She answered, each time he pried. An answer he couldn’t understand. He would never treat her like that. He would run around the world and back to make her happy if she asked him to.

Atsumu wasn’t her confidant for everything that bothered her, or her shoulder to cry on when she had a bad day - Oikawa was. So why did she keep on choosing Atsumu?

He makes his feelings clear on an unusual trip to Hyogo, right outside her school gates. He rushed straight from school when she asked to meet. He doesn’t remember how things escalated but he’s now unleashing his frustrations at her.

“Why him?” He bitterly asks.

“He’s always been there for me. I’ve been in love with him since I was 8,” she argues defensively. Oikawa’s brows furrow with frustration. He takes a step closer to her and intertwines his fingers with her’s.

“He hurt you. He cheated and he’s still cheating on you. You don’t talk anymore. If you did, you wouldn’t need to confide in me,”

He knows each word he spits is true, yet he can’t help but feel guilty when her eyes grow darker.

“If that’s the way you really feel, then maybe we should stop seeing each other,” she mumbles at him, and he feels his world fall apart. His lips tremble as he struggles to respond. But before he can answer, he feels her figure freeze up. Her eyes widen, gazing behind his shoulder.

“So this is where you’ve been?” A voice hisses from behind him. Oikawa turns his shoulder and meets the angry eyes of the blonde and his identical twin. His eyes rake up and down the figure he’s been obsessively stalking. Comparing and wondering whether it was his perfect figure or handsome face that had driven Y/N crazy about him. Whether Oikawa could ever stand a chance against him.

“Atsumu,” Y/N gasps. He hears the guilt and sorrow in her tone. He ignores the stinging in his chest and puts on a front.

“So this is Atsumu?” He plasters on a smirk for Atsumu.

“And who the fuck are you?” Atsumu’s acidic tone attacks him. There's satisfaction in the threat Oikawa poses.

““Nobody. Just someone who likes to keep Y/N company.” It’s impossible for Oikawa to mask his delight in the way Atsumu’s face reddens and his fists clench.

“Oikawa, please leave,” Y/N pleads, cutting through the tension. His face falls at the desperation in her tone. He glances between her and Atsumu, seeing the guilt on her. The boy’s expression deflates. He gives Y/N a final look before walking away from them.

“I’ll see you again, senpai,” he chimes as he finally walks away.

Everyone could see how on edge Oikawa had become. Obsessively checking his phone, desperately hoping it’s Y/N. His head perks up at every girl passing him, on the off chance it could be her. She’s the only thing he thinks about, consuming his thoughts and actions.

His volleyball team is at a crossroads between intervening or straight up kicking him out with how unfocused and agitated he’s become. Iwaizumi thinks his best friend has gone mad with his obsession.

“Iwa- Fuck! Give me back my phone! What if she just texted me?!” He screams back at his best friend, who’s snatched his phone and tossed it into his own locker as his arms extend to fend off Oikawa. Oikawa’s hands desperately grasp at air before Iwaizumi secures the lock on the locker.

“Listen to yourself Oikawa! You sound insane! You just checked 10 seconds ago!”

“So?! What if she just texted?!” He retorts back.

“Why do you care if she’s texted back?! She’s not interested in you!” Iwaizumi screams at him through frustrated huffs. Oikawa freezes at his words.

“You know she still loves Atsumu. She’s only using you. So why do you like someone like that?” Iwaizumi’s voice softens as Oikawa’s expression falls.

His lips press into a thin line, as he struggles to answer him.

At his lack of response, Iwaizumi clasps a hand against Oikawa’s shoulder earning back his attention.

“She’s not good for you. You deserve better. You can earn back your phone once you understand what’s good for you.”

Iwaizumi leaves Oikawa muddled and confused at himself. At a crossroads with his feelings and rationale.

It took time. But Oikawa had earned back his phone privileges. It wasn’t perfect but it was hell of a lot better than a month ago. Y/N would cross his mind but he would resist the urge to text her. In fact, her socials had been blocked and he knew for a fact he had been blocked by both Miya twins after a heavy stalk.

It’s not perfect but it’s on its way.

Iwaizumi’s proud of the progress Oikawa’s made. Smiling as his best friend starts to fall back into his old routines. Oikawa became more focused on volleyball again. He began studying harder at school again. And he even smiled and waved at a few fangirls at school.

Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa has finally made it. He looks on at Oikawa, chatting up a waitress, engrossed in a polite and civil conversation. It’s the first time Oikawa has looked at another girl since Y/N and he can feel his eagerness soaring as the waitress finally asks Oikawa for his number. Oikawa stills and hesitates for a moment. But then he agrees and pulls out his phone from his pocket.

And then it feels as though time has stopped for Oikawa. His eyes locked on the screen of his phone, his world relapsing all over again.

Y/N: we broke up

#atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu romance #oikawa x y/n #hq oikawa #oikawa scenarios #oikawa angst #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa fluff #oikawa tōru #haikyuu romance #oikawa romance #haikyuu oikawa

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wait so is lacuna discontinued?

I’m so sorry but I wish I could give a straight answer 😭😭. I guess the official answer is that it would be on hiatus?? There’s only one chapter left and I haven’t touched it in a while but at the same time I feel as though I might as well finish it. I hate to leave people waiting and without a straight answer but I honestly don’t know myself. But if you wanted to be on the taglist to potentially see it, let me know!

#asks #u: anon

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Devils with the Devil

Sukuna x reader, slight Naoya x reader

After losing everything to the tyrant King Naoya, his favorite concubine Y/N decides to seek revenge with the help of the King of Curses.

Mismatch

Inumaki x reader

A 177cm girl and a 164cm Inumaki fall in love.

Public Enemies

Naoya x reader

Maki has always looked up to Y/N as her feministic role model. A strong woman who taught her how to fight and never take shit from anyone. So why the hell is she finding out that Y/N is her piece of shit cousin, Naoya’s ex?

Spoiled Rich Brat

Atsumu x Reader x Osamu

Y/N is a spoiled rich brat. She sees what everyone else has and wants it but better and more of it.

The Tomboy Has a Harem

hinata, ushijima, oikawa, atsumu & surprise character

Y/L/N Y/N has never considered herself a viable dating option for boys. Always a best mate never a date. That is until she receives a surprising love confession from a first year, only to uncover there’s been a list of boys who’ve always been interested in her.

1 in 10 of my drafts are ever published. Here are drafts I’ve started (excluding series chapters). Next up is a villainess chapter & next chapter of oh brother! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any of these or which fics you’d love to see to completion.

taglist: @soobin-chois

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #spam

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she’s a cold girl

Princess Y/N and her advisor Ushijima Wakatoshi are a political force to be revered. At 18, they overturned the poor economic state of the kingdom to a prosperous nation. At 19, they rewrote military policy and strategy to strengthen the kingdom’s military force. Now at 21, the main obstacle in her way of taking the throne is her younger brother, Prince Keiji. Ushijima’s unwavering loyalty for Y/N is put to the test in their battle for the throne.

pairing/s: ushijima x reader

genre: angst, smut & romance // royalty & historical au // anal fingering & handjob

w/c: 4.5k

t/w: toxic masculinity, d**th & use of concubines

she’s a villainess masterlist

“I am honoured to be in your presence and for you to have taken time out of your day to spend a day with me.” The handsome prince smiles, reflecting the warm rays of the day’s sun on his lips.

The young woman sitting across him returns a low hum as her eyes glance despondently at her cup of tea.

“I truly am honoured to be in the presence of such a beauty as yourself. I know you’ve turned down many suitors, but I hope I suffice,” Oikawa chimes, an optimistic tone in his voice.

Her eyes flick up at him, a cold gaze in her eyes.

“There’s no need to be so courteous. We have known each other for a long time, Tooru,” she calls out. His expression turns into an amused smile.

“I am being genuine, Y/N. I am well aware of your motives behind casting a husband, with your sick father. And honestly? I don’t care if you use me to win the crown. I’ve known you far too long to think you do anything without an ulterior motive,” he answers, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What’s your motive for marrying me?” She shoots back at him. His expression softens into a genuine smile.

“Honestly? You interest me. A woman with ambition and drive. You’re not like any other woman I’ve met. When I heard you’d be taking in suitors, I jumped at the opportunity. All those scrubs you rejected are too brainless to ever appreciate an ambitious woman,” he answers honestly. Her expression remains unphased as she cups the ceramic and brings it to her lips to take a long drink of the tea.

His smile starts to fall, unable to gauge her reaction.

“Princess. I am sorry to disrupt but there’s a matter with the general that needs to be attended to,” a low voice interjects as Y/N places the cup onto the table. A scowl grows on Oikawa, as he takes in the sight of Ushijima.

She nods at him before standing from her seat.

“Perhaps I can walk you?” Oikawa offers, jolting from his seat when he finds the pair about to walk off.

“No need. This is a private matter. Apologises, Prince Tooru. A servant shall escort you out,” Ushijima answers, turning to him before walking off with Y/N on his side.

As the two walk along the path, from the gazebo towards the inner palace, Ushijima presses his side to the Princess’.

“There was no need to interject,” she starts, well equipped to read her partner’s body language and facial expressions to read that it had been an excuse to get her out of her date.

“We had heard all we needed to hear. There was no need to draw it out,” he responds. She returns a low hum, brushing off the half hearted lie.

Turning the corner of the hallway, Ushijima opens the grand doors to her quarters, escorting her in. Y/N heads straight towards the bed, undoing her robes.

Ushijima turns to her walk-in closet, a dresser of jewellery sat in the middle with a small box sitting on the glass surface. He grabs for the box as he heads back towards her bed. Finding her underwear clad figure staring into her mirror.

He opens it and finds a bright red Ruby necklace.

“You would think that for someone who’s known you for 10 years, he would be able to distinguish himself from your other suitors,” Ushijima scoffs, knowing of her apathy towards material goods.

“How can you blame them? What else is to be given to romance a woman?” She returns, gazing into the mirror. Ushijima removes the necklace from the box.

“If it were me.” He dresses the necklace around the Princess’ neck. “I would find her the most exclusive books to read. The rarest teas to drink and the strangest instruments to learn to play,” he finishes as he secures the clasp and lets the ruby hang from her neck and against her cleavage. They both gaze at her appearance as Ushijima’s head hangs on her shoulder and his arms wrap around her exposed waist.

“Waka…” she scolds. His heart falls at the disappointment in her tone and retracts his arms.

She knew of his feelings towards her. He wondered if there was a single soul in the kingdom who didn’t know of his unwavering loyalty for her.

Did she love him back? In her head, it didn’t matter if she did. He just wasn’t the pragmatic choice for a husband.

The room sits in silence with the heavy atmosphere of the room. They could smell death upon them.

The Princess stands by the window with Ushijima and her brother by her sides. Her eyes perk up when she spots her father’s bedridden figure, calling her over.

“Y/N,” he calls.

“Yes, father,” she responds, as she approaches the side of his bed.

“You’re a strong girl. Continue to use your strength to lead and improve the kingdom. You don’t want to die like me, knowing you couldn’t do anything to help others,” he croaks.

“Yes, Father,” she bows before returning back to the side.

He then calls over Ushijima. A glare grows on Keiji, as he stares daggers into the taller man’s back.

“Yes, my King?” Ushijima addresses as he bows.

“You’re an intelligent man. Thank you for using your powers to make his kingdom prosper. Please continue to do so even when I pass on,”

“I was only doing my duty, sire and will continue to do so,” Ushijima promises. He returns to the side as the King calls over his two children. Keiji feels his teeth grit as he and his sister stand to their father’s left side.

“You two. Y/N, you’re the oldest, so you must look after your brother. Keiji, you’re a boy so you must protect your sister,” he croaks. Both siblings give him a respectful nod in return, feeling an echo of nostalgia in his words.

“Thank you to all those in attendance. We have all worked hard together to make this kingdom prosper from what it once was,” the Princess speaks to the table, who all keenly listen in on her speech.

“From a crime-ridden poverty stricken kingdom, that killed my mother. To a blooming and lavish economy and happy kingdom where we can safely stroll the streets and take in all the delights this city has to offer. Well done to all of us,” she smiles before roasting to the group, who return bouts of cheers.

“The Princess is a political genius who’s turned around the city. Shame she’s a woman, who might not ever get to officially lead us once her brother takes over,” a murmurs in the distance.

“No, that’s not true. I’ve heard the King is still considering giving his daughter the throne,”

“Well, we’ll have to see about that. She may be a genius but it only makes sense that the Prince succeeds the King. It’s just the way it is,”

“Ushijima, you weigh in!” A man calls to him. He eyes the group of older men before joining them.

“Well the King is no fool to ignore how great the Princess is as a leader. There’s no rational reason to deny her the crown. If the King is a rational man, then he will let her ascend the throne,” he answers to them.

“Yes, that is most definitely true. She is certainly achieved a lot more than her brother,”

“The coward is yet to have done anything. The only thing is that the Princess is yet to be wedded and the Prince has already been arranged a bride,”

“Oh that’s a shame. In that case, it most certainly will be the Prince who will ascend the throne. If only the Princess would pick a suitor,”

“She can not be rash about these things. Much like she is never rash with any decision making,” Ushijima defends.

“That is true. At least she is in control of her own fate. Unlike her useless brother, who I’m sure has never even met his bride or had any thought into running the kingdom,”

“The Princess is quite a force to be reckoned with. I heard that when her mother died, she chased after the criminal. Whilst her brother cried and did nothing.” Ushijima drowns out their voices when his eyes narrow down on Y/N calling over a servant from the other side of the ballroom.

He begins to approach the two as Y/N whispers to the servant. As he reaches her, the servant scurries out of the room and Y/N flashes him a smile.

“I will be heading off to bed. Will you please close the night?” she instructs.

“Of course, Princess,” he nods, as she waves goodnight and disappears from the room. A smile arises on his face, as he continues to follow her orders by closing the evening and farewelling the guests. As the servants begin to pack up the room with guests long gone, Ushijima escorts himself down the hallway towards the Princess’ quarters.

His own footsteps began to echo through the wide hallway and murmurs behind him began to louden. Turning his head, he finds the same servant following his direction with Semi and Tendo closely following behind her.

“Oh Ushijima!” Tendo calls out to him. Ushijima feels ice run down his veins at the sight of his childhood friend. The servant feels her face flush red at Ushijima’s angry gaze on her.

“Will you be keeping the Princess company tonight, too?” Tendo innocently asks. His blood boils at the question, feeling his heart clench. The servant follows her gaze to the floor, wanting the ground to swallow her whole. Semi silently elbows the man beside him, earning a confused look from Tendo.

“The Princess will not be needing her courtesans tonight,” Ushijima growls. A confused look washes over the three.

“B-but-” Tendo starts before Ushijima interrupts.

“You are free to return to your quarters,” he aggressively insists. The servant turns back to the two men, before sending them a nod and escorting them back to the other end of the hallway.

He feels a sigh of relief and his fists unclench when the figures disappear from sight. Making his own way towards her quarters, Ushijima enters the Princess’ bedroom to find her at her vanity. She spots his figure in the mirror, putting down the brush in her hair. She lets out a forlorn sigh as he begins to approach her.

“Why do you feel the need to call your concubines?” His voice was gruff and angry. She returns no response. He lowers down to her sitting figure, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” He whispers into her ear. She lets out another sigh, her eyes cold.

“Why them when you can have me? Do you not find me attractive?” His voice begins to soften. Her head jolts at his final question, she turns to his face, cupping his cheek. She gazes into his soft brown eyes, a watery glint in them.

“Waka..” she gasps. He closes his eyes, as his face inches closer to her before pressing a kiss to her lips. She eases into the kiss, closing her eyes and softening against his touch. As their lips pull apart, she feels her heart racing with the way his eyes looked at her - full of love and admiration.

He presses his forehead against her’s, closing his eyes to bask in her presence. “Princess, let me please you,” he pleads. She opened her eyes, sending him her cold gaze.

“Waka, I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” she answers.

His teary eyes stare at her, with desperation in his voice. “Please, Princess. I would do anything to please you. Just let me please you,” he begins to beg. She bites her lip, contemplating for a moment.

“My tastes are- exotic,” she mumbles out. He sends her a nod, waiting for her to continue.

“I like to watch men- using their holes,” she whispers, diverting her gaze to the floor, feeling a blush arise on her cheeks.

“How do you like them to use it?” He continues to prompt, his breath against the shell of her ear.

“I like- to watch men use their fingers to pleasure their hole,” she whispers. Ushijima hums as his lips begin to attach to her lobe. A small whimper leaves her.

“I like to watch other men use each other’s holes,” she gasps, as his lips travel down towards her neck. He continues suck against her neck as she lets out low moans. Her face flushed with the wild thoughts of Ushijima being used as she pleases.

“Get on the bed,” she invites in a low voice. His breath hitches before a satisfied grin falls on him. The man strides towards her Queen sized bed, undoing his robes and tossing them to the floor. Laying on his back, he watches her from across the room.

“Do as you please, Princess,” he invites, his eyes dark and aroused.

“Get on your knees and hands,” she commands. He complies, turning away from her and getting on his fours.

She huffs deep breaths before slowly pulling down his underwear. As his ass exposes, his semi-hard cock falls out, leaving the Princess licking her lips. She traces a finger against his buttocks to his left leg, causing Ushijima to shiver against her touch. Her finger circles his puckered hole. He clenches his kids shut, anticipating her penetration.

“Are you sure about this?” She whispers to him.

“Yes. Anything for you, Princess,” he pants. At his nod, she slowly dips in a single finger. He whimpers at the touch, fisting the sheets.

The sound of his moans, has wetness pooling between her legs. She thrusts a finger further in, earning louder moans.

Adding a second finger, her thrusts fastened between his tight walls. His body trembles at each thrust. His cock protrudes up against his abdomen, leaking with precum.

“P-Princess,” he whimpers out as he feels her tips brush up against his prostate. His balls slap against his skin as he shakes from her fingers rapidly inserting in and out.

“F-fuck. I’m going to cum my love,” he gasps. Her fingers continued to grind against his walls, hitting his prostate.

His hips jerk up as he finally releases into her sheets and her fingers still against his walls. She removers her fingers, letting Ushijima catch his breath. His body falls into her mattress as he looks back at her with half lidded eyes.

“Did that satisfy you Princess?” He murmurs into her pillow.

“Yes,” she whispers back, cheeks flushed with heat. He extends an arm to her, calling for her. She crawls into bed, shifting in his arms.

“Let me make you feel good, Y/N,” he whispers into her ear against his shoulder. She gulps as she spots his bulge start to revive.

“You’re spent,” she returns. His eyes darken. He pulls her hand and rests it atop his exposed cock. Underneath her touch it begins to harden.

“For you. You could arouse me at will for your own pleasure,” he answers. He guides her hand up his cock, thrusting it into her fist. She feels warmth between her legs at the low gruff of his voice. His grip around her hand loosens as she continues to jerk him off.

His lids close as he thrusts his head back into her pillows. “Y-Y/N,” he moans. Her hands continue thrusting faster.

“Y/N-“ he pants once again.

“Y/N!” He shouts as his hands halt her wrists. She turns up to him, breathless.

“Let me make love to you,” he breathes out. Her eyes widen before she slowly nods. He rolls over to straddle on top of her. His breath tickling her lips.

He stares into her eyes, desperate and lustful as his heart thumps. His fingers flutter against her body, undoing her robes. Ushijima’s eyes trace her body, marveling at the beauty.

She gives him a slow nod. As their breaths mixed over each other’s lips, Ushijima slowly begins to part her lower lips and insert his cock. Her hands come to grip his shoulders as she shudders at the penetrating feeling. He stills in a moment of worry, watching her face wince.

“I’m fine,” she huffs out, her eyes pleasing for him to continue. He presses a kiss to her neck before thrusting deeper into her cavern. He begins with small rocks, letting her heavenly moans ring into his ear.

Her moans arouse him into speeding up his hips. Her voice loudening are the feeling of his cock scraping against her walls.

“W-waka f-feels so good!” She screams out. He finds his dick twitching at the sight of her face. Her eyes rolling back, her back arching into the mattress and her lips wrapped around his waist.

His own groans louden as he continues speeding up, pounding into her with passion and vigor.

“Waka!” She screams as she feels his tip reach into her deep spot. “R-right there!!”

His hips continue angling at the same position, eager for her moans. “Princess, you’re perfect,” he pants.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She shouts, clawing down his back. He feels her walls tighten, clenching his lids at the feeling.

“P-Princess I’m going to finish,” he moans.

“M-me too,”

He knows he should stop himself, but with the way her walls clenched against him, Ushijima lost the ability to fight his inhibitions. Sweat forms at her head with his hard thrusts continuing into her. The head of her bed banging against the wall and the bed rocking.

“I-I’m sorry, my love,” he groans with one final thrust and letting himself shoot up inside of her. She lets out a scream as she too unfurls beneath him and claws her nails into his shoulders.

As he regains his breath and his mind starts to clear from his post-coital bliss. He watches the Princess catch her breath in her ethereal form. He softens inside of her and pulls away. Guilt wroughts him.

“I-I’m s-so sorry Princess. I shouldn’t have done that. I-“ before he could finish, she presses her lips softly against his.

It’s a soft peck before she pulls away and sends him a smile.

“It’s okay, Waka. Modern medicine does wonders these days,” she reassures him, giving his hand a squeeze.

Lost for words, she sends him a giggle. A rare sound he wishes he could hear everyday. She falls back into her mattress and jerks his arm.

“Come into bed with me,” she invites. He feels his heart racing tenfold, at the tender way she looks at him. His eyes soften as he falls into her side.

His arms wrap around her naked form. She eases into it and lays her head against his shoulder as their bodies entangle.

Ushijima finds himself living in bliss, running on the memories of the Princess. He thinks his mood couldn’t damper, only to be proven wrong with the smiling expression on a happy go lucky Oikawa. His signature scowl grows on him, as he eyes the Prince. The Prince, always a bubbly and smug character, but was in particularly higher spirits than usual with his extra strength cologne, carefully combed and washed hair.

The Prince brushes past him, as he makes his way confidently on the stage of the gazebo where Y/N stands. She’s addressing the crowd but loses her breath when she spots the Prince. The Prince has a grin on his face, leaving the audience gasping when he kneels on one knee. Ushijima’s eyes widen as he watches his nightmare unfold.

“Y/N, my love,” Oikawa begins. There’s shock on her face as the man reaches into his pocket and presents to her a box. When he opens the box, he unveils a ring for everyone to see. She gasps, but most surprising of all, there’s tears in her eyes. Ushijima grits his teeth. It’s practiced and premeditated. He knows, because Ushijima knew her best and knew she never shed tears for anything. The betrayal seeps and he feels his blood boiling.

“I have known you for over ten years. I’ve loved you since we were children. You’re the most beautiful, smartest and kindest woman I’ve ever known. I want to have children with you, grow up and grow old together. So would you give me that pleasure, and make me the happiest man in the world. By marrying me?”

Every word stings Ushijima, with Oikawa reiterating all the things Ushijima wanted to do with her. Instead it's Oikawa.

Y/N meets the Prince’s lovestruck eyes, as she responds. “Y-yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” She sobs. The guests all gasp in aww at the budding romance between the young royals. Oikawa softly kissing her as they embrace each other. They were perfect for each other, everyone would think. Two childhood friends. Attractive, royal and in love.

All Ushijima sees is red.

Ushijima finds himself aimlessly pacing around the palace walls. His mind, dazed yet heavy. Unable to grapple with his own heartbreak, he revels in the anger. He hasn’t realised how white his knuckles have become until he releases them when he hears the sound of footsteps behind him. He turns to be met with a dark grin.

“My sister is quite the go-getter.” There’s a mischievous grin on Keiji’s lips, that has Ushijima nervous for what’s to come.

“Overturning our poverty stricken land into a prosperous kingdom. Securing all recent battles with the rewrite of our military strategy and internal policy. Quite impressive. Who would pass up on her for next in line?” Ushijima’s brows furrow at his words, anticipating the worst from Keiji.

“But what would be wrong with her being crowned? Ah, that’s right. She’d be married to a foreign prince.” Keiji eyes the way Ushijima’s expression falters for a moment.

“You don’t like that do you?” The younger man taunts.

“It’s what has to be done,” he grits back, attempting to compose his stoicism.

“But what if it didn’t? What if it could be you, who would marry her?” Shock falls on Ushijima at the proposition.

A satisfied smile falls on Keiji at the exact expression he has been looking for. Ushijima was listening.

“If you come to become my advisor, I can secure my place as next in line. With my new powers, I can have you arranged to marry Y/N and break off her engagement. My sister is nothing without you. She doesn’t stand a chance for the throne without you. So I can guarantee you her hand in marriage if you leave and choose to serve me,” Keiji grins.

Ushijima’s heart races at the thought. Him and Y/N? He could finally openly love her for everyone to see and accept. See her marry and love him until the day they died. Have children and grow old together like he’s fantasised. His status and intruding princes, no longer in the way. He’d never be wrought with jealousy and disappointment at the sight of her with another prince. His heart clenches at the thought and his tears brim with tears with how much he wants it.

But alas, he knows where his loyalties lie.

“No,” he whispers. Keiji’s eyes widen with anger and shock.

“What?!” The prince spits back.

“My loyalties are and have always been with Princess Y/N. I will continue to serve her until the day I die. Even if it means I will have to suffer everyday,” he answers. The Prince’s teeth grit together as fury overtakes him.

“YOU FOOL! How could you throw this opportunity for something as foolish as that!” He screams at him, approaching the man.

Ushijima stands his ground, Keiji’s furious face now stands inches away from him.

“You’ve underestimated me. I’ve been able to do what I’ve done because I am with Y/N. Without her, there’s no motivation for me to try and make this kingdom the best it can be. I love her, more than I fear you,” he answers, watching the way the younger man’s eyes go bloodshot with anger.

Keiji clenches his fists. Unable to make sense of Ushijima’s words. His head is pounding with a million thoughts and his veins feel ice cold. Without another thought his hands reach inside of his sleeve. His hands grasped around the warm metal. As if on instinct, he wields the knife and slashes across Ushijima’s chest. Shock overwhelms Ushijima at the slashing of his chest. His frozen figure doesn’t have a moment to react before the knife is once again plunged directly into his chest.

A loud groan leaves him as he falls to the ground. Blood gushes from his wound. As his vision begins to blur, he glances back to find Keiji’s figure disappearing.

His eyes are fluttering close, but they jolt open when he hears her voice. “WAKA!” she screams, when she spots his bloodied figure on the cold ground.

Tears brim her eyes as she lifts his upper body onto her lip, letting her legs sit in his pool of blood.

“GUARDS!“ she screams, her voice breathless and panicked.

“Y-Y/N,” he spits out, through his trembling lips as blood escapes his lips.

“No. Shhhh,” she shushes, as her body begins to hyperventilate at the situation. Her hand caresses the side of his face as his head rests against her shoulder and her other hand holds his.

“You’re going to be okay, Waka,” she cooes, feeling her own voice wavering. “Just don’t talk anymore,” she pleads.

“No, Y/N. There’s something I have to say,” he struggles to talk, with the searing pain in his chest. She nods, feeling the tears escape her eyes.

“I love you. I always have and always will. I almost betrayed you for the chance to marry you. I’m sorry, Princess,” he speaks, a sorrowful frown on his bloodied lips.

“No, I don’t care about that! Just please, Waka, please stay with me!” She cries, the tears blurring her vision of him.

He feels his chest tightening and he knows it’s almost the end.

“I’m sorry Princess. But I don’t think this is a request I can fulfill this time,” he apologises.

“NO WAKA! Please. I’ll give you anything. I-I’ll marry you! J-just please live and I-I’ll marry you. W-we can get married, have children and grow old together,” she begs, her tears dripping down on his face, breaking his heart. His eyes begin to flutter close, as he feels his breath growing colder.

“Married? That sounds nice, Princess,” a smile arises from him, before he closes his eyes and enjoys the thought. It’s the last thought he has before, his body stops and runs cold. His breathing stops and his heart stops beating.

She’s trembling with what was once her’s, in her arms. Now lost from her. She lets a tear fall and splash against his cheek. Except this time it’s not calculated or premeditated.

It’s not the tears of a heartless cold girl. But of a Princess who’s ice starts to melt with the loss of her rock. Ushijima would never know that Y/N shed tears for something. She would for him.

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markeu-lii · 2 years

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To play on a seesaw, you sit on one end with a friend on the other end, moving up and down. Each of you takes turns being lifted off the ground. When one of you is up, the other is down.

pairing/s: yuuji x reader

genre: angst & romance

word count: 520

“How was he?” Yuuji inquires, a giddy smile on his lips.

“He was- nice,” you breathe out. A frown falls on Yuuji.

“That bad, huh?”

“No. Not at all. He’s great just-“

“Still the same issues?” You nod at him.

“You know you’re never going to find a man if you keep your guard up so high,” he teases. You giggle but behind your facade a pang of guilt and hurt twists inside you.

“I know.” A nonchalant response leaves you. Yet Yuuji’s smile is as bright as ever.

“At this rate, I’m going to find a girlfriend before you find a boyfriend!” He continues to chuckle innocently. You force a smile on your lips.

I know, you want to say. But the words never leave your lips, leaving Yuuji oblivious and your feelings eating at you.

Yuuji didn’t know. He couldn’t know about how you felt about him. Not when you knew you both wanted different things. Not when you knew how much it would eat at Yuuji when he found out how hurt you were over him. Not when you were content with living with your own pride and commitment issues.

Whilst Yuuji was determined to get married and settled down by his mid-20s, you were adamant on never marrying. The same questions bring out your own paranoia. How could someone know they’ll love someone forever? What if you meet someone else?

So you sit on your feelings knowing it wouldn’t be fair to Yuuji. And you play this seesaw game for a while.

You always thought it’d be best if you found someone more like you. They’d understand your own issues with commitment and know not to get hurt.

When Yuuji made that happen, you couldn’t help but scoff at your own ironic misfortune. After setting you up with someone he thought would be your perfect boyfriend, he dumped you after a week of getting bored. You deserved that.

“I hope I meet the one soon. We’re getting older so quickly,” he huffs.

You see that glimmer of hope and optimism in Yuuji’s eyes. He’s so bright. You know no matter how much it hurts you, you could never damper his brightness.

It wouldn’t be fair.

Yuuji, a hopeless romantic, who fantasised a stable and happy life, getting married, having children and growing old with his soulmate. Being happy with him would mean admitting your own feelings and living with all your fears.

Meanwhile, you, a skeptic of long-term and content with dying alone. Making you happy means Yuuji never being able to truly feel secure in your relationship, him compromising with his dreams and values.

It wouldn’t be fair. So you compromise and choose to sit on your feelings and remain his friend. You meet each other halfway on this seesaw game.

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markeu-lii · 2 years

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she’s a cheater

You and Suna are dating. He fucks a different girl, you fuck a different guy for revenge. You scream and fight about it and makeup with sex. That was just how your relationship cycled. But there’s something different and unsettling about your hookups with Atsumu that bothers him more than ever.

pairing/s: suna x reader & atsumu x reader

genre: angst & romance // highschool au

word count: 3.8k

t/w: XXTRA TOXIC relationship, cheating, forced kiss, manipulative, borderline abusive and yandere suna & implied sex

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Suna is quick to zip up the fly of his pants as he exits the dim room. His face sweaty and panting from his strenuous activities, in the bedroom he closes. He quickens his pace to lose the girl as she dresses and makes his way downstairs to the ongoing party. He bobs his head low through the crowd, desperate to avoid a seething confrontation from you for tonight. But when he makes a beeline for the door, what he sees is much worse.

He can’t explain the way his chest tightens and his teeth grits when he spots your fingers laced with Atsumu’s, as he pulls you across the room. The smile on your face is wider than he’s seen in a while. Of course, he leads you upstairs, where you disappear. Suna shoves away the twisting feeling. Atsumu was just a fuck to get under his skin once again, he dismisses to himself. He’d get angry each time, but this feeling of dread hinted differently.

Suna catches Atsumu by this locker, halting him as he stands close, blocking the blonde's path.

“Hey,” Atsumu greets nonchalantly.

“Hey,” Suna returns, more stern.

“Can I help you?” Atsumu queries, quirking up at brow after finding Suna staring at him a little too long.

“Did you fuck Y/N?” There’s a tone of gravity in Suna’ voice that has Atsumu confused.

“Uh, yeah,” Atsumu answers honestly. A darkened expression grows on Suna as he bites the inside of his cheek.

“Well she’s my girl. So you can’t just be going around fucking somebody else’s girlfriend,” Suna spits at him, his eyes threatening.

“Woah, dude. I swear I thought you guys were open. I’m sorry, man. You know I would never do that if I knew,” Atsumu answers defensively, waving his arms in sincerity.

“Well it better not fucking happen again,” Suna enunciates each word, watching Atsumu nod his head in agreement.

Suna has his arm around your shoulder and hand on your thigh as you take a drawl from the vape pen, before releasing a fog of mango scent. You hand the pen to Suna, who too takes a hit. He shifts from the couch when he hears a commotion from the door and a group of boys rush up to the Miya twins, who parade a six pack of beer. The feeling of his chest tightening returns to him, when he watches a small smile arise on your face as your eyes latch onto the blonde Miya.

When Atsumu scans the room, he reflects your smile as his eyes meet your’s. Suna’s arm tightens around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to him as Atsumu approaches the couch.

“Hey,” he greets, shaking hands with Suna. When he turns to you, his hands fidget. His eyes find your shoulders too occupied for a hug, so he settles for a highfive, earning a chuckle from you.

“How long have you guys been here?” Atsumu begins to make small talk, with the party still in its early stages of filling with people.

“Not long. We were probably one of the first people to make it after Kita and Aran,” Suna answers, cutting you off before you can answer, earning a scowl from you.

“The sun is finally setting. So we can finally start drinking,” Atsumu invites as he points to the kitchen island decked with assortments of alcohol, soft drink mixers and red solo cups. You flash Atsumu a smile, but before your ass can leave the couch, Suna pulls you back down into his side.

“I don’t want creeps hanging around you,” Suna remarks. You send him an angry look of disbelief. Yet he returns his stoic stare.

“Right. I’ll see you guys later then,” Atsumu waves, feeling the rising tensions.

“What the fuck?!” You spit at Suna.

“You’re not allowed to fuck Atsumu. Do I have to remind you that I’m your boyfriend?” Suna’s tone is devoid of any emotion as he rolls his eyes.

“Oh so i’m not allowed to fuck other guys, but it’s okay for you to fuck other girls?” You spit at him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Not him. He’s my friend. My friends are off-limits,”

“Hasn’t stopped you from fucking my friends,” you grit. He presses his lips into a thin line, unable to retort.

“Listen, just not him, okay?” his voice softens.

“Oh fuck you!” You spit at him. He watches your figure storm towards the kitchen island where a larger crowd had formed. You disappear into the kitchen, out of his sight. He sighs before making his own way to follow you. But when he’s met with the large crowd in the kitchen, you’ve completely evaded his vision.

He turns to Osamu hanging by the fridge with a girl. “Have you seen Atsumu?” Suna asks.

“I think he’s in the bathroom,” Osamu answers, before turning back to his conversation. Anger arises from Suna at the answer.

He makes his way to a door beneath the stairwell. The queue behind him, sending jeers of anger. “Dude, there’s a fucking line!” someone shouts from the queue. But Suna is quick to ignore them, as his hands wrap around the bathroom door. He jingles it to find it locked. There’s a moment of stillness from the otherside of the door, before your hushed voice begins. “Ignore it, Tsumu,” your voice heavy and puffed out. His blood boils.

Suna finds himself fidgeting on the couch, taking in drawls of his vape pen every minute. He can’t even hear what the girl on his shoulder has to say, with his mind flooding with thoughts of you and Atsumu.

He swears his heart stops, when he finally spots you, brushing your fingers through your damp hair entering the room and Atsumu trailing behind you with a giddy smile. Atsumu’s fingers linger around your waist, but before he can reel you in, Suna catches your wrist. He pulls you away from him and towards the door of the house. You drag your feet in resistance, but Suna’s strength continues to pull you until you’re outside and at his car.

You pull back your wrist as soon as his grip loosens.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” you scream at him.

“I’m driving you home, now,” he barks.

“Oh fuck you! I can’t keep up with this jealous bullshit! Sleeping with Atsumu is wrong?! But you sleeping with every girl at school okay?!” you continue to scream back at him.

Suna’s eyes darken, feeling a sting of fear.

“I’m not jealous. If you think Atsumu even likes you for anything other than your looks, then you’re the idiot. He can’t love you like I can. I’m just looking out for you,” he spits back defensively, guarding his own feelings. Your eyes wide with disbelief at his own words. There’s a sting of guilt within Suna when you don’t look at him in anger but in fear.

He leans in close to you, only to earn a step away from him. He pulls your wrist and presses his lips against your’s. You press together your lips into a tight line, resisting the kiss. His tongue wets your lips, desperately asking for access. He gives up when he pulls away for air. He turns back to his car, entering the driver’s seat. As you enter the front passenger’s seat, he turns on the engine and lets out a deep sigh.

“We can go to your house or you can come to mine,” he offers. When he turns to you, he finds your face streamed with tears.

“Take me home,” you croak out, as you continue crying. Suna presses a thumb to your cheek as he wipes a tear, gazing into your eyes. “Okay,” he lets out.

As soon as Suna’s car parks outside of your house, you rush out from the vehicle without a word. He catches up to you at the door, as your fingers fidget with the keys.

“Leave me alone,” you whimper out.

“You need me. We can cuddle and talk it out,” he reassures. Finally inserting the key into the lock, you reluctantly let Suna in as he follows you to the bedroom.

Your arms wrap around Suna’s waist with your head buried into his chest. His arms holding you.

“I may fuck other girls but you’re the only one I love. We can fuck other people and still know we love only each other. Because I love you that much. But Atsumu doesn’t understand that. He’s just using you and I don’t want you to get hurt,” he whispers to you.

He was so fucking manipulative and you’re smarter than to believe him. So why do you still stick by his side? It puzzles you, the effect he has on you when you know better. You wonder if he believes in his own bullshit. But you’d rather peg him as heartless than an idiot.

“I know,” you sigh against his chest, signaling your resignation to this fight.

A smile perks up from him. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispers into your hair. Your lips tighten and you hesitate. But you do answer him. “I love you too.”

Suna’s antsy once again when he finds Atsumu’s figure absent from their group’s usual table in the cafeteria. All other bodies are accounted for, except for Atsumu. The thought has his leg aggressively bouncing against the floor and his hands gripping his seat.

“Dude, what’s up with you?” Aran questions, brows furrowing are Suna’s fidgeting figure.

“Where’s Atsumu?” He blurts out.

“He said he was catching up on homework,” Osamu answers.

“Where?” Suna continues to spitball.

“Don’t know,” Osamu shrugs. A scowl grows on Suna. He knows exactly where. Jumping from his seat, Suna sprints out of the cafeteria and into the hallway, leaving behind his untouched hot ramen.

He climbs the stairs to the third floor before stopping at the first classroom he sees. Classroom 3A. Your classroom.

From outside of the room, he hears Atsumu.

“Man that is so good,” he hears Atsumu moan and you return a light chuckle. Suna slams the door open about to burst with rage. He finds you and Atsumu sitting on the floor with bento boxes on the ground and your chopsticks against Atsumu’s lips.

Your face flushes in shock and embarrassment as Atsumu’s eyes widen with surprise.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” He spits out.

“I-I- was just letting him try my vegetarian food!” You defend, frustrated at Suna’s sudden possessiveness.

Suna approaches you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up from the ground and outside of the classroom. Atsumu watches with widened disbelief, frozen in his place. “SUNA!” you scream at him, only to be met back with nothing. He continues dragging you until you’re around the corner of the hallway.

When he stops and faces you with his darkened green eyes, fury plasters all over your face.

“I’m getting so sick of your shit.”

There’s something uneasy that twists within Suna. He feels his throat constrict, about to spill word vomit.

“I am jealous,” he admits, spilling it from his lips at a barely audible level. Your ears perk up at his words, a wave of satisfaction arising. A cackle leaves you.

“You have no right,” a satisfied grin on your lips, taking in the pleasure of Suna’s discomfort and rising anger.

“I haven’t seen other people since you started hooking up with him. Sleeping with someone once is one thing. But again and seeing him outside of hook ups? I’d never do that to you.” There’s a gravity in his tones and eyes that has you believing him.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You’d easily throw away my feelings for sex. At least I choose someone who makes me happy,”

“Then break up with me and go date Atsumu if you hate it so much. I dare you,” Suna taunts, his eyes deadly serious. Your teeth grits, feeling your fists tighten, unable to answer him. A satisfied smirk grows on him.

“That’s what I thought. You know that I’ll love you no matter how much you fuck up. Do you think Atsumu would still want you if you so much as kiss or flirt with another guy?” Suna spits at you. His words sting you, as your gaze falls to the floor. His hand slips into your’s as he interweaves your fingers.

“Now let’s go eat lunch together,” his voice softens, as he presses a kiss to your forehead. It disgusts you how easily he brushes off everything so nonchalantly.

“You’re a fucking psycho,” you mumble.

No matter how many times you did this dance of fighting each other, he’d find one way or another to snake his way into your pants and into your bed. He holds you, as you have his back turned to him. You’ve passed out from the screaming and sex, leaving Suna satisfied with you secured in his arms.

As he yawns, his eyes flicker open when he sees a light flash from your bedside. As if on instinct, his arm travels over your sleeping figure to grab from your phone on your stand.

Atsumu: hey wifey, i’m making lunch for you for tomorrow

Atsumu: ok, osamu is. i’m actually banned from the kitchen

Atsumu: but i promise you its still good

The texts are so innocent. Which has Suna’s blood boiling. He can’t even remember the last time he’s sent you something so trivial and unimportant. Did you value Atsumu so much as to do all things you’d used to do with Suna? He was going to kill Atsumu.

A loud bang resonates throughout the boys’ shower room. Atsumu’s back aches against the metal lockers, with Suna fisting the collar of his jerseys and pinning him to the wall.

The rest of the team stops in their tracks as they turn to the two boys.

“I already warned you, Miya, not to fuck with my girlfriend!” Suna spits at him, with their faces inching closer.

“What the fuck?! Like you’re not fucking a different girl every week?!” Atsumu screams back.

“That’s hardly any of your business. That’s not even true! Stop fucking lying! If Y/N has a problem, she can bring it up with me. You need to stay the fuck away from our relationship!”

Atsumu’s jaw drops at the accusation in Suna’s tone. He turns to his team behind Suna, who all send him looks of disappointment or threatening glares. Suna had turned everyone against him.

When news of Suna and Atsumu getting into a fight spreads like wildfire throughout the school, the first person you look for is Atsumu. You find him, perched up on a log by the school oval. His head hanging low and Osamu at his side.

“Atsumu,” you gasp. He turns up to you and you spot a black eye. His lips quiver and a sorrowful expression falls on him at the sight of you.

“Are you okay?” Worry fills you, as your fingers brush against his cheek. At your touch, he flinches. It hurts you.

“You should go be with Suna, Y/N. Your boyfriend,” Osamu interjects, a gravity in his tone as if he was reminding you. Stunned in silence, you nod before leaving the two.

Atsumu breathes a sigh, catching the attention of his twin.

“You should never have slept with her,” Osamu starts.

“I didn’t know. At first. But you have to know how badly Suna treats her,” Atsumu defends.

“I know. But it’s not our business to meddle. Suna’s trying to be better. He hasn't talked to other girls in a month. So if you get involved, you’re not helping them fix their relationship.” His brother’s words cut him. He didn’t have a single person on his side. It was him and you and the entire world. An unfair fight.

You keep Suna company at the nurse’s office. Him having a couple of scratches cleaned and patched up. The process is silent, with you falling short of words to say to him. You’re real tired of him pulling this shit.

Your attention on him is broken when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Glancing at your screen, you find a text from Atsumu.

Atsumu: meet me after school at the rooftop

Atsumu: we need to talk

Dread fills you. Nothing good could come of this. Suna eyes the way your expression falls, jealousy eating at him, knowing your saddened demeanour wasn’t over him but because of Atsumu. You stopped caring about him. Something ugly rises up in Suna.

Climbing the stairs to the school rooftop, adrenaline rushes through you. Your heart pounds with scared anticipation for what’s about to come.

Reaching the top, you come face to face with Atsumu. His black eye has puffed up and band aids litter his left arm.

“Atsumu,” you gasp at the sight.

“Y/N,” he lets out. He purses his lips for a moment before starting again. “We need to stop seeing each other,” Atsumu pleads, his voice wavering. Your heart drops.

“N-no. Please Atsumu, I can’t let you go.” You’re filled with a pang of sadness.

“What choice do we have?!” He blurts, eyes watering.

“I’m sorry I got you into this mess. I’m sorry Suna did this to you. Please Atsumu, I’m so sorry. But please don’t leave me,” you plead, desperation in your voice. Tears begin to stream his eyes.

“Suna’s never going to let you go,” he begins to sob.

“Atsumu, I won’t let him get in between us. I love you too much to let you go,” you argue. He’s taken aback by your confession. His sniffing begins to subside as his vision begins to clear from the tears.

“I-I love you too. But we can’t! He’s turned everyone against me. It’s us against the world! No one will see it the way we do!” He shouts back.

“I know. But I’m serious this time. I won’t let him get in between us. I’m not going down without a fight. I’m going to break up with him once and for all,” you promise as he rests his head against your shoulder and you thread your fingers through his blonde tresses. His sniffing stops as he closes his eyes and feels calm at the thought of you loving him back.

Suna thinks he’s real fucking slick when he invites your family over for dinner with his family. He knows you’re at your final straw and sick of his shit. But he knows you won’t pull anything, when your families have high hopes for your relationship.

Your eyes are trained on the bowl of fried rice in front of you. Your families happily chat amongst each other, oblivious to the toxicity of your relationship. When Suna rests a hand on your thigh, you flinch, sending him a glare.

“So, Y/N what are your plans for after highschool?” Suna’s mother asks, breaking you out of your glare.

“I’m thinking about University of Tokyo. That would be my dream school,” you hum dejectedly.

“What about Nagano University? You heard about Suna right? It’d be easy for you too to move in together,” your father chimes in. Your teeth grits at the suggestion.

“I’m still not sure yet where I’m moving to. But wherever I’m going, she’ll be there,” Suna adds, a sly smile on his lips as he eyes you. Your eyes darken at him, as he rubs his hand on your thigh.

“Our Y/N is so lucky she’s dating a pro-athlete! Now you don’t have to worry about working. You can just stay home and look after your kids!” Your mother sings. Your blood boils. You would sooner die than follow Suna, let alone bear his children. Your family's sexism always putting you in fight mode. Perhaps that’s what had conditioned Suna to believe it was okay to treat you like an object.

Your parents had always wondered where you had inherited your fiestiness, not thinking for a second that it could’ve been your father. Because it was a woman’s place to remain docile and silent, not strongheaded and domineering. You’re getting real sick of this shit.

“No. I’d sooner die than let that happen,” you grit through your teeth, shocking everyone at the table.

“Y/N! That is an extremely rude thing to say!” Your mother berates, her face flushed with embarrassment. You sit in defiant silence. Everyone’s faces in disbelief.

As the table sits in awkward silence, Suna decides to speak up. “Babe, I really think we should w-“ But you’re already at your breaking point.

“NO SUNA! I'M SO SICK OF THIS! I’m breaking up with you. You’ve been cheating on me since we first dated. You try to tell me that this is what love feels like. Why the hell does loving you hurt so much? Why does it make me hate myself and most of all YOU?! You make me so sick!” You scream at him, for both families to hear. They’re mortified at your outburst.

But Suna feels reminded of why he fell in love with you. Your determination to win. The fiery passion you feel when you want something. The confidence and uncaring attitude towards what others think of you. He sees it all now. He loved you at first and realised he couldn’t keep up so he intended to drag you down with him. But now you’re too far out of his reach.

So he admits defeat and lets you go.

Suna’s known for a long time that if you and Atsumu were to ever meet, it’d be over for him. He met Atsumu through the school volleyball team. They were acquainted but hadn’t become proper friends until their second year.

He remembers Osamu interrogating him on why Atsumu had turned down the cute first year.

“Yeah, she’s cute but cute girls aren’t really my type. I like girls who are fiestier. More fiery, I just think they’re sexy,” he answers honestly. The first person to come into mind is you.

He’s known since then that he'd never be able to compete with Atsumu. Atsumu was more patient and fun. Suna had fallen in love with your confident and fiery-attitude at first. Until it became a chore to deal with. He couldn’t take the fighting and the stubbornness anymore, so he sought out other girls.

But Atsumu would be different. He’d be patient and forgiving. Willing to solve all your problems because he loved the challenge. He’d be the type of guy you’d fall in love with, because he could engage in your teasing and banter in ways Suna couldn’t.

Whoever said that Suna’s impassivity would balance out your fiestiness was a fucking liar. Because now he sees you kissing Atsumu, looking the happiest you’ve ever been.

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Your struggle with she's a femme fatale was worth it because I really enjoyed it.

😭😭 thank you… I personally did really enjoy it but felt like I hadn’t really embedded the femme fatale theme, so I’m glad you liked it nonetheless 💖

#asks #u: anon #f: she’s a femme fatale

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she’s a femme fatale

Japan’s 15 year old 200 fly national gold medalist, Itadori Yuuji, shocks the swimming world when he seeks new coaching from Nanami Kento. Most mortified is Itadori Y/N, Yuuji’s mother and ex-coach, who would do anything to win her son back.

pairing/s: nanami x reader

genre: angst & romance // athlete au & swimmer au

word count: 9.1k

t/w: cheating, teen pregnancy, underaged drinking, feeling up & making out

a/n: i really struggled with the femme fatale theme but i really enjoyed writing a swimmer au. massive thanks to @villain-hotline for beta reading <3. also note the use of��Aussie swim slang rather than US slang.

she’s a villainess masterlist

Nanami Kento is beyond taken by surprise to find a young pink-haired character waiting in his office. Not thinking he could be further surprised, he’s proven wrong by what Itadori Yuuji has to say next.

“Please repeat that again?” He prompts, eyeing the boy’s fidgeting composure.

“I wanted to join your squad and have you coach me,” Yuuji answers, rubbing his nape. Nervous for his answer.

Nanami’s brows perk up at the proposition. “Why?” he questions.

“Well- I saw your squad’s performance during the Olympic trials. Especially Todo’s, since he qualified for the Olympics. But even Maki has improved significantly since she moved to your team,”

Nanami isn’t particularly surprised by his answer, but there’s an issue aching in his mind. “Is your mother on-board with this?” he asks the question he knows Yuuji has been dreading.

He gulps at the question. “Well no,” He admits. He scans the older man’s face for an indication of a reaction, but he’s met with Nanami’s stoicism.

“I’m not one to get in the way of a mother and her child. Particularly another coach,” Nanami answers.

“It’s not personal. It has nothing to do with her. It’s just that I haven’t been meeting any of my goals. I was hoping to at least make finals for my fly events at the Olympic trials, but I couldn’t make a single one. She says it’s okay, if this is what I really want. We talked and this is what I really want,” he sighs.

Silence fills the room as Nanami takes a moment to decide. “If that’s the case, then I have no reason to refuse you. Welcome to the team, Itadori,” Nanami shares a soft smile as a large grin grows on the boy.

There’s a scowl across Y/N’s face that’s harder than usual. Even Megumi could feel a particularly nasty set looming over him today from their 1km warm up. Her arms are crossed as she glares down at her athletes in the pool who await her instruction.

She spins over the whiteboard, letting the swimmers groan for the hell they’re in for.

“200x10 IM on the 2:30. For each one you miss, the team has 10 burpees for dryland,” she announces. Nobara lets out a particularly loud groan, but before she can open her mouth, Megumi elbows her beneath the water.

“Next black top,” she instructs, eyeing the black hand of the large clock at the end of the pool. Without another word, her team complies and takes off to survive the killer set.

Roughly 6 out of the 9 training sessions a week would bring Y/N’s elite performance squad to the brink of death. But this afternoon’s session could only be carved by humanity’s least empathetic torturers. A noticeable change in demeanour from Y/N’s technique session that morning.

With the group panting in the sweaty gym room, Y/N has her eyes trained on her phone before dismissing them.

“Megumi I want to see you,” she calls to the shirtless boy panting on the floor, with her eyes firm on her screen.

Megumi approaches her through his sore legs. Her gaze meets him.

“I want you to register for this weekend’s meet,”

“I thought I wasn’t racing until Junior World Champs?” he queries.

“Change of plans,” she grits through her teeth. Megumi furrows his brows, analysing her rigid figure.

“Look. I know it sucks that Yuuji changed clubs. Especially after Maki did too. But I don’t think it’s fair for you to take that out on us,”

“Apparently our team wasn’t improving, so I’m changing things,” she retorts. Megumi sighs, unable to argue. He gives her one final disapproving look before grabbing his shirt from the floor and exiting the gym.

18歳

She stares distantly at the mist emanating from the pool. She can make out the bodies moving through the waters.

“So it’s true. You had a kid,” a voice speaks.

She breaks her gaze from the pool, to find an old face looking at the small body in her hands. His pink towel-dried head resting against her chest and eyes resting closed.

“Yaga,” she sighs, facing her old mentor for the first time in a year.

“I heard you were pregnant when you disappeared after the Junior World Champs. But I had nothing to go on, other than, um- Naoya’s word.” Her brows furrow at the mention of the name. She feels her son stir in her hands. Her grip around him tightens as his eyes flutter open and yawns.

“I should go. Yuuji needs to eat.” She glances down at her son, eager to exit the conversation.

“You should come back again. Maybe get his dad to-”

“His father is out of the picture and I’m working two jobs,” she punctures, slowly walking away from him.

“Oh. Well you should come back to coach if you miss it,” she stops in her tracks, before turning to Yaga. The man stares down at her and her son behind his shades.

“You could’ve made the Olympics. I think you could put your talent towards training other athletes.” He proposes. She bites her lip, taking into account her situation. She glances down at Yuuji in her hands, whose head turns to face the pool. His eyes are transfixed with a smile grown on his small face.

Y/N’s head jolts when she feels a shadow loom over her. Her eyes flutter open, slowly making out the figure through her grogginess.

“Sleeping at a place like this?” he scoffs. She glowers back at the man standing over her.

“Although it seems you’re fond of sleeping with trash,” he grins.

“What are you doing here, Naoya?” she spits. She scans his figure, finding him in his casual weekend fit, in chinos and a white button up over his triangular frame.

“I just happened to be in the area and found out my nephew would be racing,” he grins, glancing behind him at the large screen. She purses her lips, unenthused at the thought of entertaining Naoya’s torment. She crosses her arms, fixing a glare at him.

“He’s in the last heat of this event,” she informs. He hums in response, eyeing the scoreboard of the race. She holds her breath awaiting Naoya to break the peace.

“I heard he’s qualified for Junior Champs. Let’s hope some slut doesn’t ruin his mojo,” Naoya let’s out with a sly grin. She bites the inside of her cheek, unable to respond.

Luckily she’s saved by two approaching figures.

“Naoya?” Nanami calls when he approaches the two at the stands.

Naoya eyes the young figure behind him. His eyes light up when he spots the tufts of wet pink hair in his red and white club spray jacket and track pants.

He glances between Y/N and Yuuji.

“Ah so that’s the bastard child,” he sneers.

“WHAT?” Yuuji shouts.

“If you have no business here, except to provoke people. You should leave, Naoya,” Nanami growls. Naoya sends Nanami a glare before slowly making his way down the stairs of the stand.

Nanami sits himself on the empty chair beside Y/N. She sits silently as her eyes are fixed on the current race.

“Was that Naoya Zenin? Why the hell did he call me a bastard?” Yuuji queries, confused and pissed off. Y/N grits her teeth at the thought.

Nanami glances down at the annotated meet program in his hands, before turning to Yuuji.

“You should probably head down to the marshalling room. Forget about him. We’ll talk later. Remember not to look at your competitors when you’re racing and keep kicking until you break the surface for your dive. Good luck Yuuji,” Nanami speaks. A small smile rises on Yuuji.

“Thanks Nanamin!” He boasts before making his way down the stands.

Y/N’s eyes are fixed on the pool when she spots the final heat of the 200 backstroke. She finds Megumi in the middle of the line of boys who enter onto the pool deck. Lane 4.

He wears his black and yellow club spray jacket with his caps and goggles on.

Y/N recognises his methodical mantra before the race. Like always, he adjusts his goggles and caps to ensure they’re properly fitted. Before removing his spray jacket and tossing it against the wall. Now he stands in just his black race suit as he unfurrows the elastic at the top and the hems of his thighs. His final mantra before the first whistle, he splashes the pool water against his chest before rubbing it against his chest and suit. A habit she’s made fun of, for it was a useless technique for a backstroker who starts in the water. But it calmed his nerves, nonetheless.

When the first whistle blows, the boys approach the pool before jumping in. Y/N recognises some of the names on the board, and recognises Megumi’s times were seconds ahead. But alas, at a regular meet, it wasn’t a swimmer’s job to beat their competitors but to beat their personal best.

Y/N sits at the edge of the seat as she watches every detail of Megumi’s kicks, his arms, his turns and his breathing.

And in 2 minutes, 5 seconds and 4 milliseconds. Megumi finishes at the wall. She watches him gasping for air as he hangs against the lane rope, until the whistle once again blows. Looking back down at the event sheet, she scribbles.

Lane 4 Heat 6 - Megumi Fushiguro PB +0

Sighing, she slumps back into her seat.

“Will you be going now?” Nanami prods.

“Afraid not. Megumi thought it’d be fun to register in the 200 fly,”

A small amused smile escapes Nanami. “You don’t have any more swimmers at the meet?” He continues to inquire.

Her lips tighten. “No. Just Megumi,” she answers softly. Nanami hums in response.

Nanami turns back to the meet program on his lap.

“Maki will be racing in the 200 breast,” he remarks, as the scoreboard flashes to the information of the second heat.

“How is she?” She inquires.

“She’s good. She’s definitely a hard worker. Insistent on training more. I guess you’ve just conditioned her that way from what I’m seeing with her and Yuuji,”

She chuckles at the thought, masking the small pit of sadness. “Good. I’m glad she’s doing well,” she whispers.

“You have nothing to worry about. You did a good job of training them. You can trust I care about them too,” Nanami reassures. Her lack of response has Nanami worried.

“I promise to look after Yuuji. When he moves out, he’s welcome to stay with me,”

“What?” Her head jolts at his comment as she stares at him with shock and confusion.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No. What did he say?”

“He said that he’s looking to move out. To live closer to the club. That’s why he asked for a fee remission. He was hoping to gain a few sponsorships but I guess he didn’t tell you,” Nanami answers. Nanami watches her face contort to one of fear and worry.

“Y/N-“

“I need some air,” she let out despondently as she walks up from her seat. Making her way down the stands she felt her eyes start to brim with tears. She gripps the railing as her legs start to wobble.

17歳

No. No. No. No. It couldn’t be. Y/N’s mind refused to believe the words she was hearing.

“Your test results say you're pregnant, Miss Itadori,” her GP had informed her. The girl couldn’t look at her. Her vision grew hazy and her mind distant. It just couldn’t be.

Her and Naoya had held off on sex in the months leading up to World Champs. She had been in peak condition in the last few months to ensure she was performing at her best. Everything had been fine up until her vomiting episode during training. Yaga had asked her to see a doctor at how violent her body had reacted at seemingly random.

No. She refused to believe she had been knocked up by a random guy in Brazil. Suki? Sakana? Sokka?

God, how embarrassing. One of the fastest female swimmers in the world was now pregnant with a guy she couldn’t even remember the name of. Not to mention, whilst she was dating Naoya from the clan of Olympic legends, Zenin. God, was Naoya going to throw a fit.

Had he not been incessant about his ‘no distractions’ rule, including his own girlfriend, maybe things would’ve been different. Maybe she could spend the next two years training towards the Olympics. She could spend the next two years of her life putting everything on the line for a moment of glory. All or nothing. Disappointing everyone around her if she didn’t live up to her potential. Alongside the possibility of sticking it through Naoya’s hot and cold moments. His fluctuating mood swings between being the best boyfriend in the world for two weeks before becoming nothing but a teammate during the 50 weeks of training a year.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Her doctor called out to her, snapping the girl out of her spiralling. She looked up at her dumbfoundedly as she shook her head.

“I was stating your options. You’re obviously very young with a very bright future ahead. If you want to, you don’t have to go through with the pregnancy,” she informed.

Pressing her hand against her stomach, the girl sits in a moment of silence.

“I’ll keep it.”

A knock against the window has her pulling out of her daze. She turns to her side, finding Nanami at her car window. She notes the darkness in the background of Nanami’s figure and Yuuji standing idly behind him. She unlocks the car before winding down the windows of the car. Yuuji enters the front seat, setting his bag down.

“Megumi said he wanted to talk to you,” Nanami informs her.

“Thanks,” she mumbles.

He glances at Yuuji. “You two should talk. Well done today, Yuuji. I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he smiles, before waving off the two. Starting the car, the air distills with silence between Yuuji and Y/N.

“How did you go?” she starts, breaking the awkwardness.

“Good. I shaved off time on my 100 fly,” he answers, feeling his own answer stilted.

“Great job,” she smiles. The ride home is silent. Yuuji closing his eyes, and shifting into his seat to take a comfortable nap.

Her phone in the stand, she watches the screen light up.

Megumi: Call me ASAP

Megumi: My family wants me to move to Nanami’s squad

She tightens her grip around the wheel. The car meets a screeching halt, when Y/N hits the breaks at the traffic light. Yuuji jolts awake from his seat. He feels his mother’s tense demeanour as she stares down at the road.

“Mom?” he calls. Cutting through Y/N’s intense stare. Her shoulders drop as she sighs.

“You don’t have to do this,” she lets out.

“Do what? Move out? I’m not going away forever. It’s just because the commute for training is too much but I promise to call you everyday-” he rambles, to reassure her.

“It’s not that. You don’t have to swim,”

Yuuji stuns in silence at her admission.

“This doesn’t have to be your life. You’re 15, you could choose to focus on school, go to university or learn a trade. Live a normal life,”

“But I can’t imagine my life without it,” he answers dejectedly.

“I know. You’ve always had a natural affinity for the sport. But is it worth it? Is it worth spending your life away on a dream that might not even happen? On something with little reward? What are you going to do when you finish peaking?”

“Mom. I know you’re worried. But I know this is what I want to do. It’s worth it for me. Even when I finish peaking, the memories and experience have made every part worth it. I’m going to follow through with my dreams because I don’t know another life,” he answers with a smile.

“Yuuji…” she exhales.

“It’s going to be okay, Mom,”

A pit of guilt fills her. Perhaps it was her fault for introducing him to the pool so early. Enrolled him in classes as she started coaching when he was 3. Willingly drove him to every training session before and after school and on the weekend. Came with him to every training camp and international meet. Pushed him to do his best until he became obsessed.

Worry eats at Yuuji as he’s met with Y/N’s silence in the stationary car parked outside their home.

“Mom?” he calls to her.

“It’s okay, Yuuji. I just have somewhere else I need to be. Do you have keys on you?” she smiles at him.

“Yeah. They’re always in my bag,” he answers, pointing to his neon green TYR backpack.

“Right. See you later, Yuuji,”

“Bye mom,” he farewells before exiting the car.

The route is a little foggy when she eventually makes her journey. Her scowl is unphased when she’s greeted at the door of the apartment.

“Y/N?” A grin rises from Toji.

“Mr Fushiguro,” she deadpans.

“Please call me, Toji,” he insists.

“I’d rather not. Where’s Megumi?” He’s once again met with her bluntness.

“He’s asleep but you’re more than welcome to come in.”

Toji leads her into the living room as she sits rigidly on his couch. A sense of familiarity washes over her as Toji leans in close to her side.

“How can I help you?” He starts with a smile.

“Megumi says you want him to move to Nanami’s squad?” she inquires.

“Not me. Naobito’s decision apparently,” Toji defends, waving his hands. A shudder runs down Y/N at the mention of the name.

“Of course, he did. But I bet Naoya had some convincing to do,” she sighs.

“Naoya? Right. I forgot you and him had- relations. I wouldn’t put it past him to do something petty.” Her eyes flicker away at the mention, coveting a moment of embarrassment. She’s cute when she’s flustered, Toji thinks to himself.

She couldn’t afford to lose Megumi. Not when her top athletes, Maki and Yuuji, had been lost to Nanami. Her reputation couldn’t take a hit like that.

She gazes up at Toji. Her lashes flutter up at the man, as she rests a hand on his thigh.

“Naoya just wants to spite me and Naobito seeks to continue the Zenin Olympic tradition. I don’t see Nanami improving Megumi. He doesn’t know him like I do. Megumi has always been like a son to me,” she rasps, leaning in closer to Toji. A smirk grows on Toji as his hand inches towards the small of her back.

“Megumi has always been fond of you. You’re like a mother to him,” Toji returns, lowering his hand until he meets Y/N’s ass. He’s met back with a gentle hum. He continues groping her ass, as her hand starts sliding up his thigh.

“I can talk to Naobito. Megumi is better off with you,” Toji promises, his lips inching towards her ear.

“Thanks, Toji,” she smiles before pulling away from him. His smile drops.

“Aren’t you going to stay?” he asks, watching her approach the door.

“I have an early morning tomorrow and Yuuji’s home,” she answers, folding her arms and returning her signature scowl.

“God, you're transparent. If you’re going to seduce me, the least you can do is give me a kiss,” he sends her a smirk.

“Doubt it,” she returns before closing the door and making her way home.

22歳

Y/N eyes scan the room in a moment of panic. Her eyes searched through the crowds of couples and families, until she found a tuft of soft pink hair whizzing past her.

“Yuuji! Don’t run too far!” she shouts at her son.

“Don’t worry. Megumi is with him. He won’t go too far,” Toji reassures her. She shudders at the presence of the perverted geezer standing beside her.

Okay, geezer might’ve been a bit harsh. Sure, he was ten years older than her, but he was undoubtedly attractive. Well defined muscles, broad shoulders and a small waist. Still a youthful face.

Perverted was more than fair. The man was constantly checking out her ass in her shorts when he came to pick up his son. Alongside his incessant flirting and hitting on.

If it weren’t for her son and his best friend, she’d never agree to a date with Toji. Adding onto the fact that she couldn’t remember a day without work or a full-on day of parenting. Or maybe because it had been a while since she had been laid. Okay, maybe a date with Toji was more than warranted, she’d admit.

Her thoughts are disrupted when she feels a small hand tugging at her pants. “Mama, me and Megumi want to see the Mako shark!” he beams at her with Megumi at his side.

“Okay Yuuji. Just be patient and we’ll be there soon,” she coos as she grabs her son’s small hand.

The group slowly makes their way through the exhibit of colourful fish before entering another glassed area. Yuuji’s eyes gleam when he spots the large shark swimming slowly at the corner of the area. Letting go of his mother’s hand, he races up to the shark. Chasing up to Yuuji, Y/N glances at the stand of information at the corner.

“What does it say?” Yuuji asks, looking up at his mother and the stand towering above him. Picking up the boy, Y/N lifts Yuuji to read the table of information.

“The shortfin mako shark is the fastest shark and one of the fastest fishes on the planet. It can swim at tops of 75 kilometres an hour,” she reads to him. His grin widens as he spots the shark swimming past him through the glass.

“Wow! Do you think I can swim that fast?” he beams.

“I don’t know, Yuuji. Maybe if you train really hard,” she chuckles.

“What about uncle Gojo? Gojo says he’s the fastest swimmer in the world!” Yuuji gushes. A brow quirks up on Y/N.

“You met Gojo?” she inquires.

“Yeah! At the outdoor pool, after training! He says he’s friends with you and that if I train really hard maybe I can be as fast as he is!” There’s a glimmer of admiration and excitement in Yuuji’s eyes. One that warms Y/N at the sight of her happy son. Maybe one that should’ve worried her.

At 4:30 am Megumi is the first swimmer to meet Y/N at the stands of the pool. In his black club t-shirt, sweats and bed hair, he greets her.

“Not sure what funny business you pulled, but I agree. I belong here and Naobito agrees. I’m not short sighted in my goals and I’m not filled with emotion. You know me better. Whether I like you or not, you can help me achieve my goals,” he states.

“I’m glad. Because I’m not done with you yet. My twenty year plan with you finishes at the Olympics,” she smiles, and Megumi lets a small smile appear on his face.

With the rest of the team finally making their way into the pool, Y/N lets them go through another killer set.

From the ground, she watches her athletes kick, pull and tumbleturn. She feels a light tap on her shoulder. Her face contorts into a confused expression when she turns to the white haired and sunglassed tall figure.

“What the hell are you doing here, Gojo?” she spits.

“I’m here to congratulate you,” he smiles.

“On what?”

“Making coach for the Japan Junior Team for FINA World Champs!” he beams.

“How is that even possible?” she sasses at him. “I didn’t even nominate myself.”

“No, but I did!” a cheeky grin rises from him. Frustration bubbles from her.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. You can thank me by buying-”

“You fucking idiot!” she shouts at him. “That month without Megumi I was going to spend on recruiting new swimmers and training up the others on my squad.”

“Leave that to me, Y/N! Wouldn’t your swimmers want a few tips from an Olympic gold medalist?”

She sends a glare to his teasing face. Her focus is shifted when she feels the eyes of her swimmers on her, as they waited at their end of the pool.

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles to Gojo.

17歳

“Where’s Y/N? She hasn’t been at training for a while,” Utahime inquires as the rest of the team floats at the shallow end of the pool after the conclusion of the afternoon’s session.

“I think she’s asking you, Naoya,” Yu pesters Naoya, who floats on his back with the water tickling the sides of his cheeks.

“Why the hell would I know?” he hisses.

“Because she’s your girlfriend,” Yuki hisses back.

“You don’t know?” Geto provokes.

“Know what?” Naoya spits.

“I saw her at the groceries last week. She’s pregnant,” a sly grin arises on Geto. Naoya jolted up in the water, his eyes widened with shock.

“You better not be fucking joking, Suguru,” Naoya grits through his teeth. Geto’s mischievous grin is unphased. With anger rising from Naoya, he makes his way out from the pool to grab for his phone.

。。。

“THAT FUCKING SLUT!” Naoya’s screams reverberate throughout the men’s shower. His teammates all watching his spiraling anger as they stood underneath the spray of waters.

“I should’ve known from all that breaststroke that she couldn’t keep her legs closed.” Geto lets out a small snicker at the jab.

“She’d sleep with anyone, if she’s willing to get knocked up by a random guy. I don’t get what you see in her Nanami.” The group flinches at his words. Naoya staring down at the quiet blonde boy. Nanami purses his lips, sending back a glare at Naoya.

“Even with a face like that, I’m sure she’d be more than willing to take your virginity,” Naoya taunts.

“Shut the fuck up! Just accept the fact that she was so far out of your league, that YOU getting her pregnant would’ve been interspecies breeding, Naoya,” Gojo snaps, taking a step forward to tower over Naoya. Naoya’s eyes darken at Gojo. Tension distills in the room as the two stare each other down, seconds away from brawling.

“I thought you hated drinking,” Y/N queries, glaring at the man seated beside her at the frontbench of the bar. At the forefront of her emotions, she’s pissed at Gojo for meddling in her life. She withholds the relief she feels at being out with a friend, through needing a break from work and filling the void of having Yuuji officially moved out. She’d never give him the satisfaction of being right.

“I do. But it’s a special occasion. We’re celebrating,” Gojo grins. She sighs at his eager demeanour before ordering a glass of whiskey for the two.

“So what’s been going on? What’s the tea? Let’s dish,” he pesters, as Y/N sips from her glass.

“You aren’t that type of friend,” she grumbles.

“Rude. I’m your bestest and ‘only’ friend,” he points out.

She presses her lips into a thin line, concealing her small smirk. Taking another sip of her whisky, Gojo grabs for the fresh glass beside her elbow.

“Fine. I’m buying as many that’ll get you wasted,” he challenges.

“I’d like to see you try,”

Six drinks later and Gojo feels victory at his fingertips. He watches Y/N stare dazedly at her empty glass of scotch.

“Ready to talk?” he inquires, resting his elbow against his shoulder and leaning into her face. She sighs defeatedly as she continues staring into her glass. Gojo lowers his sunglasses when he swears he spots a watery glint in her eyes. She bites her lip before ordering a shot of vodka.

Tilting her head back, she downs the shot before turning back down to stare at the bench.

“I’m worried about Yuuji,” she starts, her voice low and hushed at the admission. A sympathetic smile appears on Gojo.

“He’s diving in too deep into this swimming thing,”

“Hilarious pun. But what’s there to be worried about? He has insane talent and it’s obvious he’s passionate,”

“He’s putting everything on the line. What if it doesn’t work out? He’s 15. It could be his peak soon,”

“There’s so much opportunity outside of swimming. You’re a coach. I’m the CEO at our club. We don’t swim anymore. And plus, what about your pet project, Megumi, you have a twenty year plan for?”

“Megumi’s different. He’s a Zenin. We know that no matter what, being an Olympian has to be in the cards for him. We’ve seen it all. Geto peaked before he could turn 18. Yuki ended up hating it, too much to continue after highschool. Asakusa quit because he couldn’t financially support it. What if that happens to my son?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Megumi’s a Zenin and Yuuji is an Itadori! He has the talent, the genes, the support he needs,”

She side-eyes her friend.

“Did I ever tell you about my parents?”

“Your dad was a baseball league player. Your mom was a professional cheerleader. They always wanted an Olympian child. They kicked you out when they found out you were pregnant and had quit swimming. Yada yada… yeah I’ve heard,”

“After I got pregnant, I ended up working two dead-end jobs to support us, because I didn’t know anything else. I had no formal education outside of a highschool diploma. I didn’t have any previous work experience because I spent over 20 hours a week on a hobby that led me nowhere. Putting everything into it meant I struggled to survive when it didn’t work out,”

“I see,” he sighs, empathising with her. “I think you should just have some faith in him. He clearly has the potential and the willpower. He’s in good hands with Nanami. And if the worst comes, he’s going to be fine. I know you’d never abandon him,” he reassures her. A small smile rises from her with a small feeling of comfort.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m not used to you being so gloomy. Just trust him and I promise you. Nanami wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Now where’s that smile?” he teases.

“God, you’re annoying,” she jests, a smile across her face before taking a sip of water.

“Not as annoying as Nanami has been, I hear. Now that I think about it. I think the Zenin’s are going to be a pain in the ass for us too,”

“Why?” she questions, taking in more water to sober herself up.

“There’s a rumour going on that Naobito plans on constructing a private aquatic centre to start his own swim club. I have no idea if it’s true but it’s probably to get Toji off his ass and with a job.” She chuckles at the thought.

“Unsurprising, considering how Naobito has always had such a tight grip around his family plans. Do you remember when Naoya wasn’t allowed to come on our beach trip because Naobito arranged private training sessions during our summer break?”

“Right?! I’m willing to bet Naoya’s fiance is arranged too,” Gojo chortles. Her smile falters into a thin line.

“What?” she queries, her eyes darkening. Her grip around her glass tightens.

“You didn’t see? Naoya’s getting married. He posted on his facebook,” Gojo’s expression deflates as he spots Y/N’s frown.

“Oh,” she lets out, her eyes falling to the bench. Silence distills between them before Y/N calls for the bartender.

“Woah, Y/N. Take it easy. You really shouldn’t be drinking anymore. It’s late,”

“I’m not done yet,” she grits as she takes a shot from the table and downs it.

17歳

Y/N excitedly rushes down the stairs towards the pooldeck. At the foot of the stairs, she can spot her boyfriend entering the hallway, dressed in his club track jacket and pants, his hair damp and a silver medal hanging around his neck. Her heart races as he begins to approach her.

“Naoya,” she beams. The dimmed lights set up the empty hallways, with their bodies facing each other. She’s fantasised the scene of a romantic kiss between the two a million times. After an exhilarating week of racing at the Junior World Champs, Naoya would wrap his medal around her neck, pull her into his arms and kiss her like in all the movies.

“You did so great!”

Instead she’s met with a scowl. Naoya’s eyes her medal dangling against her chest. Gold flashes at him as his anger bubbles. She leans in close to his face, her cheeks flushing. Ready to meet his lips.

“I don’t have time for this,” he lashes, as he shoves her away from him before he storms up the stairs. Her heart drops, his footsteps distancing as her hands began to shake.

From the corner, a figure lurks who’s watched the scene unfold. He recognises the ugly dyed hair from earlier as the brat who spat at his feet. “Here, you missed a spot,” the bastard cackled, before spitting at the tile he had been cleaning. The thought has him boiling with anger.

The tall pink haired figure approaches the lonesome girl with tears brimming her eyes.

“What kind of boy treats a beautiful girl like that?”

Y/N turns to find a tall handsome stranger through her glassy vision. “He’s just in a bad mood,” she defends, her eyes falling to the ground. The man leans in closer to her, his breath tickling her face. She gazes up at his red eyes. She feels her heart rate pick up when she feels his eyes on her.

“If I were him, I’d make you my queen,” he rasps. Y/N’s body freezes and her cheeks turn bright red, when his fingers tilt up her chin to lock eyes with her.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he flirts, salaciously.

“Y-Y/N,” she stutters out.

“Sukuna,” he grins, introducing himself.

“NANAMIN!” Nanami flinches at the screeching from the other end of the phone. He undoes his apron as he exits his kitchen.

“What do you want, Gojo?”

“Is Yuuji with you?”

“He’s out with friends,”

“Shit. Y/N is totally wasted. Yuuji usually knows what to do when she’s like this,” Gojo explains, an undertone of concern in his voice.

“I can take her. Where are you? I’ll pick her up,” Nanami offers. The line falls silent and Nanami feels his nerves rising.

“I-”

“Don’t” he cuts off Gojo before ending the call.

It's a quiet journey for Nanami, who assists a drunken Y/N from the bar to his home after a teasing pat on the back from Gojo. Her head bobs in and out of consciousness. Nanami escorts her into his bedroom as she drops into his sheets. He leaves a folded pair of his shirt and sweats for her before he leaves her to change.

Waiting outside on the living room couch, Nanami scans how much his home has changed since Yuuji moved in. Yuuji’s lanyards from nationals and international meets decorate the door handle outside his new room. He’s decorated the hallway down his room with framed photos of his team and friends, photos with his mom and Nanami. He smiles at the new homely look.

When he hears a small thump from his bedroom, Nanami knocks. A low groan responds. Worried at the lack of response, he quietly opens the door. He spots Y/N in nothing but his old ‘2010 Japan National Swim Team’ tee and her underwear with her head buried in his pillows.

“Y/N?” he calls, approaching her.

Feeling the side of the bed dip, she turns her head to meet Nanami’s eyes. “Nanami?” she croaks. His eyes widen when he sees her sniffling nose and her dry red eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I-” her eyes grow watery again, as she buries her sobs into his pillow. Nanami strokes her back in comfort as he feels his heart break.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he hushes.

She stares into his deep brown eyes, feeling her shaking calm down.

“N-Naoya’s getting married,” she answers, a single tear drop running down her face.

“Oh,” he answers, feeling his stomach drop.

“It’s not that I like him. But he was my first and only serious boyfriend. What if I never find someone again?” she cries.

Nanami pulls her into his arms, as he embraces her. “Of course you’ll find someone. Naoya was so lucky to have you. You’re everything any man could ever want,” he answers honestly. He lets her sob into her shoulders, slowly letting her sniffles quieten.

“You really think that?”

“More than you would ever know,” he whispers. A small giggle leaves her.

“You’re sweet, Nanami. How have you never had a girlfriend?” she smiles, his heart sinking. He doesn’t answer, just holds his smile.

“Thank you, Nanami. For everything. For looking after my baby boy.” He watches her contort into another sad smile. She hiccups again, with tears resurfacing. She crumbles back into the mattress.

“My baby boy. He’s gone. I thought I was going to be okay without a man because I had my little best friend. But he’s gone now,” she sobs. Nanami shushes her as he holds her in his arms as they rest into his bed.

“He’s not gone. He’s still here. He still admires and loves you. I promise you wont lose him,”

“Please. Hold me. I’m so alone,” she whispers into his ear. Her eyes close as her head situates on his shoulder. His arms still wrapped around her waist.

13歳

Nanami shivers as he retrieves his club sprayjacket from the plastic bin. His hands drop when he feels a piece of hard plastic flinging against his cheek. He turns to the direction of the throwing hand, finding a seeving Naoya.

“We got DQed,” he spits, his nostrils flaring and his breathing heavied.

“S-sorry, Naoya,” Nanami mumbles back, turning his eyes to the floor.

“Sorry?! Sorry isn’t going to get us a real time! We even put you in second, so you would have less chance of fucking up our relay! And you still fucked up!” Naoya yells at him. Nanami’s face reddens. He wishes the ground would swallow him whole instead of subjecting him to this. Naoya’s eyes burn into him, awaiting a response. His lips quiver as he struggles to respond.

“Naoya, don’t be a dick. He didn’t do it on purpose,” a voice chimes in, as Y/N appears by Nanami’s side. Naoya takes a deep breath, as his figure calms.

Y/N turns to Nanami, as she inspects the small bruise under his eye. “Are you okay?” she asks, her face up close and her breath tickling his face. Heat rises up to his cheeks, as he feels his stomach twisting at the way her gentle eyes carefully scans his face.

From the side, Naoya clenches his fist at the way her fingers brush up against Nanami’s face. He sees Nanami’s widened eyes, gently gazing at her. A smirk rises on Naoya.

The morning feels groggy when Y/N awakes with a bitching headache. Rising from the unfamiliar sheets, her eyes widen when her hand meets an unexpected mass beside her. Her mind races when she finds Nanami in nothing but his boxers in bed with her. Nanami shifts when he feels her eyes on her.

“You’re awake,” he rasps. She stares at him blankly.

“Did we…”

“No,” he answers. A sigh of relief escapes her, but then her body tightens up when she spots a small bruise on his neck.

“Did I-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he deadpans. She retracts her pointing finger. Her lips purse together as she stares at him for an answer.

“I picked you up from the bar and took you here. Nothing happened between us,” he explains. They sit in an awkward moment of silence. Y/N searches her hazy memories for the events of last night.

Before either of them can speak, ringing breaks the silence. Nanami grabs his phone before entering his bathroom and closing the door.

“Did I make your teenage dreams come true?” Gojo asks. Nanami can feel his grin on the other end. Gojo is met with silence.

“Seriously what happened? Want to spill the details?” Gojo continues to badger. Nanami hears Gojo’s smirk from the other end. A light groan leaves Nanami contemplating whether to answer him. When he spots the hickey on his neck from the mirror, he sighs before starting.

He relays the way Y/N clung to him in her vulnerable state. He reminisces on the way she buried her head into his chest as she cried. Unleashing all her insecurities and fears onto him as his heart broke. How could a woman so perfect in his eyes, feel this way, he wondered.

Then she leaned into his ear as her sobbing stifled. Her breath tickled his lobe as her lips kissed the back of his ear. Nanami froze as her hands wrapped around his neck and continued pressing her lips against his neck. His cheeks flushed and his heart thumped with his mind blanking. Her teeth grazed his neck as her tongue wet his skin. His skin tingled at her lips sucking against his neck.

Her fists clenched the top of his collar as her hands moved to slowly unbutton his shirt. Before she could make her way down to the second button, Nanami’s hands grabbed her’s. She stared up at him through her dried tears in shock.

“We shouldn’t,” he gasped.

Her eyes widened as her tears rose up again. “I-I’m s-sorry. It’s just that it’s been a while and I’ve been really lonely,” her face fell as tears continued to stream down her face. Guilt ate up at Nanami. Letting go of her wrists, his fingers grazed against the side of her check - shifting a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I do want you. But it wouldn’t be right,” he mumbled.

“THAT’S IT?!” Gojo screams from the other end of the line.

Nanami flinches as he distances his ear from the phone.

“Yes.”

“Seriously?! She hands herself to you on a platter and you said, no?!” Nanami grimaces at the comment.

“Unlike you, I don’t prey on emotionally vulnerable women,” he scolds.

“Maybe that’s why you’re still a virgin!” Gojo chimes. Nanami returns a low growl. He hangs up before Gojo can continue as he hears Y/N’s footsteps from the bedroom. Exiting the bathroom, he finds her changed into her crumpled clothes from last night.

“Thanks,” she whispers as she hands him his folded clothes from the night. He watches her open the door into the living room, stopping in her tracks when the light meets her face.

“Mom?” Yuuji calls dumbfoundedly, his face dropping when he spots Nanami step in behind her. His face flushes as his mind races.

“Did you two just-” he trails off.

“No time to explain. Got to go,” she answers before pressing a kiss to his forehead. She makes her way towards the door with Nanami trailing behind her. As she opens the door, she turns to him.

“Thanks for last night,” she mumbles with a small smile on her face.

“It’s no problem. Come visit if you’d like,” he offers.

“Right,” she sighs before making her way to the train station. His eyes soften as he watches her disappearing figure. Yuuji peers over his shoulder, confused by the bizarre merging of worlds.

“Why was she in your bedroom?! Are you two together?! How long has this been happening?!” Yuuji interrogates the older man, growing redder at each word he spits.

Nanami sends him a glare. “You were home late,” he scolds.

“You’re not my dad! Are you…?”

Y/N jolts when an unexpected hand meets her shoulder. She turns her attention away from her swimmers in the pool to a grinning Gojo, once again. Her brows furrow as she sends him a glare.

“How was your night?” he grins, his teeth baring into the bright lights.

“Fine,” she grits.

“I heard Nanami-”

She elbows him before he can finish. Her expression stern as she redirects her attention back to the pool.

“You know~” Gojo’s singsongy voice irritates her. “You should think about dating,” he suggests. She flinches in surprise as she turns back to him.

“You’ve been single for too long and now that baby bird has left the nest, that leaves you a lot of time to meet someone,” he sings.

“I’malreadyseeingsomeone,” she mumbles to him.

“What? Who? How come I’ve never heard?” Gojo interrogates. Her cheeks flush as his eyes train on her, burying them down at her clipboard.

“If it’s Toji, I know you rejected him the last three times. Cmon, who?” he pesters. She presses her lip into a thin line, keeping her head down.

“Oh ouch. I’m offended that you would lie to me,” he feigns hurt, grabbing his chest in her silence.

“I am seeing someone!” she defends.

“Oh cmon. I already have someone in mind. Please just go on a date with him~” Gojo pleads to his friend, watching her pout her lips.

“Even if you don’t like him, you’re guaranteed a fuck!” he shouts, earning a scowl from her when she sees Megumi’s head jolt towards them from the other end of the pool. She hated to admit it, but she doesn’t hate the idea.

She should’ve known Gojo sent her into a trap. As soon as she spots Nanami dressed handsomely in his dress shirt and rounded specs at the entrance of the restaurant, her first instinct is to ditch. But it’s too late when their eyes meet as he’s being escorted towards the table.

Nanami’s eyes widen at the sight of Y/N dressed beautifully in a black gown at his table, taken by surprise by his mysterious date.

“Hey,” he greets, taking the seat across from her.

“Hey Nanami,” she greets awkwardly, shifting in her seat as her eyes refuse to make contact with him.

They sit in silence as Y/N plays with her hands in her lap. “This is awkward. I should probably just leave,” she’s ready to leap from her seat but before she can, Nanami grabs her hand.

“No, stay. Please,” he pleads as her soft eyes meet her’s. Sighing, she returns down to the soft cushion.

“I, um, didn’t realise Gojo set me up with you,” he admits, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Me either,” she grits, reminding herself to punch the lanky white imbecile when she sees him.

“Truth be told, I’m glad it’s you,” he smiles. His admission surprises her. Her hand softens into his touch, feeling something warm and fuzzy in her chest. When she returns a soft smile, he feels his heart race tenfold.

Y/N tells herself it's the romantic setting and the loneliness that has her seeing Nanami in a new light. Her chest flutters at his charming remarks, the way their conversation bounced back and forth with endless discussion. How devilishly good he looked in a tight white shirt rolled up to show off his defined arms and his round specs accentuating his soft brown eyes. She finds herself giggling like a schoolgirl at every tease of his.

“How were we not closer friends?” she jabs at him. At the same time the question makes her curious. They started swimming at the same club together. They were part of Yaga’s elite performance squad for most of their teens, making the same journey to her first and last FINA Junior World Champs. Sure, they were well acquainted, sharing close mutual friends but never more than teammates.

His smile falters, as a hint of seriousness overtakes his expression. “Well you were so preoccupied with Naoya you never looked my way.”

She feels guilty at the observational truth.

“Don’t feel bad. I was always shy. Especially around you,” he chuckles. She sends him a dumbfounded look, confused by what he had meant.

“I had a crush on you, Y/N. Since we met at our first swim lesson. You were always so confident and passionate. I admire you,” he confesses. Light pink graces her cheeks at the admission. Speechless, she calls for a waiter to take their order.

Breaking the silence, as the waiter leaves, her clutch reveberates against the table. Grabbing her phone, she’s surprised to find a phone call from Megumi. Worry fills her, knowing Megumi would only call in an emergency.

“Sorry. It’s Megumi,” she excuses before picking up.

“Hey, Megumi. What’s wrong?” she starts. She hears low pants and chatting in the background of the other line.

“M-mom?” he stutters.

“Um,, what’s wrong, Megumi? Why are you calling me?”

“Everyone else is calling their moms, so I’m calling you,” she hears a hint of his words slurring. There’s shuffling in the distance.

“Megumi?” the familiar voice calls.

“Shhhhhhh I’m calling my mom,” he hisses back.

“Your mom? Hey! That’s my mom! It even says ‘Coach Y/N’ on your phone!” Yuuji yells at Megumi. Y/N’s face contorts to one of amusement. Nanami catches her giggles and sends her a look of confusion.

“Yuuji?” she asks. The line falls silent.

“Y-yeah?” he responds, taking the phone.

“Stay safe and don’t do anything stupid. And look after your brother,” she teases before hanging up.

“The boys have been drinking,” she explains to Nanami. His brows raise.

“Shouldn’t you be concerned?”

“They’re kids, Nanami. We were all 15 once. They’re more than a month out from World Champs. They deserve a break before the Team Japan training starts. You know how much hell that is,” she reassures, sending him a smile.

“You’re right. You know them best,” he shoots her a smile, calming his own worries.

“Trust me. Yuuji can be a troublemaker but he’s a good kid. When he was 5 he stole flowers from a nice old lady’s garden to give to me on Mother’s Day. I was in so much trouble for it but I didn’t have the heart to properly yell at him because he was so sweet,” she chuckles at the memory, feeling the wine start to take effect.

“You raised him well. He distracts everyone at training but everyone seems to get through it better with him. His energy is infectious,” Nanami smiles, never able to think of a bad moment in his short time with Yuuji. Y/N’s heart warms at the way Nanami fawns over her son.

She leans in closer, their fingertips brushing around each other as she continues to share stories from her past. Nanami engages in her banter as she returns a chuckle and a smile each time. Under the light, she sees how handsome he is. No wonder the shy, scrawny teenager she knew. But a dashing gentleman that causes her stomach to stir and her heart pounding at the way his eyes looked at her.

By the end of the night, she stumbles with Nanami’s arm around her from the restaurant to the car park. She leans into her side as his hand caresses her waist.

“Please leave with me,” Nanami pleads. A cheeky smile across his face.

“Didn’t realise you were so desperate. Do you know I like begging?” she continues to jest.

“Please leave with me, Y/N. I like you so much. Please sleep with me,” he continues to laugh. Soon enough, Y/N has herself convinced to follow Nanami to his car.

Nanami’s hands tremble as he unlocks the door to his home. The street lights from outside, fill his house when he stumbles in with Y/N. She trips on her feet, shoving him against the wall. Chuckles leave the both of them, as their faces situate inches away.

She closes her eyes, before closing the gap and letting her lips press into his. Nanami eases into the kiss. His lips, soft and gentle as his hand caresses her face.

Pulling apart for air, Nanami sees her doe like eyes flutter up at him. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” she breathes, before pulling him to his bedroom.

Their lips immediately attack each other, when Y/N falls to the bed and Nanami’s body towers over her form. Their tongues dance against each other, as she breathes moans against his lips. His hands, pulling her closer to him.

BANG

They pause when they hear a commotion from the living room. Pulling apart, Y/N rushes from the bedroom. Nanami sighs as he follows behind her and finds Yuuji crouching on the floor.

“Yuuji?” she calls. His head jolts up a giddy smile on his face. She appears by his side, pulling his arm around her shoulder.

“Geez, Yuuji. You’re completely incapacitated,” she scolds. Nanami appears at his other side, lifting him up with his other arm.

“Sorry, momma,” he mumbles, a pout on his lips.

The two hoist up the heavy teenage boy carrying him to his bedroom. Gently placing him into bed, Y/N begins to unbutton his shirt.

Yuuji’s eyes shift to Nanami. “Are you mad?” he asks, a glimmer in his eyes with a sorrowful look.

Undressing him from his shirt and pants, she pulls the sheets over his body.

“It’s okay, Yuuji. I’m just glad you made it back home,” she sighs. His frown disappears with relief.

“You should apologise to Nanami too for making a mess,” she instructs, turning to the man.

“Sorry dad,” he mumbles as he yawns. Nanami’s eyes widen at Yuuji’s slip-up. She sends a smile to him.

“Goodnight, Yuuji,” she whispers, as she brushes his pink strands from his forehead and presses a kiss.

“Night mom and dad,” he mumbles before turning into his bed. Nanami is frozen in his spot, as he processes Yuuji’s words. His thoughts are disrupted as Y/N slips her hand into his and they exit the room.

Returning to his bed, the two lay comfortably. Y/N, changed out of her evening gown and into Nanami’s spare clothes. She rests her head and hand against his chest as his arm rests against her shoulder. She feels his soft heartbeat against her ear.

“I’m sorry he killed the mood,” she sighs, staring up into his eyes.

“It’s okay. I’d much rather prefer this,” he smiles.

“Me too. I’ll be sure to make up for it sometime,”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Gazing into his eyes, she feels her heart race. His comforting brown eyes that were so familiar yet so exciting. For the first time, she feels secure and loved. Because Nanami was her answer.

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