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frogtanii · 3 years

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this was... weird.

the house was completely quiet, for the first time in what felt like weeks and osamu felt very out of place.

despite being so far removed from everyone besides his girlfriend, he enjoyed the noisiness and bustle that came from all the other members.

osamu never had been a fan of the quiet.

all it did was remind him that he was alone — that he was the lesser twin, the one always left behind, the one that would remain alone while his brother basked in the limelight.

but now, that wasn’t the case! osamu had meiko and he used to have daichi and iwaizumi but ever since iwa was fired and daichi disappeared off the face of the planet, he was down two friends. that was okay! his was doing what he loved with the woman he loved and that was all that mattered.

a loud clang followed by a quiet curse shook osamu from his thoughts. he gently placed the knife he was using to prep his vegetables down before following the noise to the pantry where he found... you.

you were sitting on the floor of the pantry wearing hello kitty patterned pajama pants, fuzzy socks, and a hoodie with your hand in a bag of chips and a pan sat by your foot. belatedly, osamu recognized that you must’ve knocked over the pan after falling while trying to grab your snack.

you were cute, with your sleep mussed hair and confused expression, he briefly thought but he swiftly squashed that line of reasoning down.

he was in a happy, committed relationship and he didn’t need you to change that like you changed everything else in his life. after all, you were the reason atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore. you were the reason he had to avoid going home for fear of his grandmother asking what atsumu was up to because he had no idea. you were the reason he and his twin drifted apart. it was all you.

before osamu knew it, that moment of endearment had passed and was instead replaced by anger.

“what the hell are ya doin’ here?” osamu scoffed coldly, staring down at you with fire in his eyes. you sighed and stood before skirting past him and walking out into the kitchen.

“i live here asshole,” you muttered, searching for your phone in order to go back to hiding in your room until the boys got back. you wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible but unfortunately, osamu had different plans.

he slid out in front of you, keeping you from leaving the kitchen and effectively trapping you in the encounter. “ya know that’s not what i meant. what were ya doing spying on me? gonna report back to yer little harem?”

you felt your face curl up in confusion which osamu apparently wasn’t a fan of, judging by the deepening of his sneer. “i have no idea what you’re talking about osamu, now let me go.” you attempted to push past him but he was too tall, too large, too strong and you were forced further back behind the island.

“no, i know ya tell em things about me. what were ya gonna make up this time, hm? what were ya gonna say to tsumu to make him hate me even more?” he spoke down on you, his words filling with more and more venom, and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t keep yourself from cowering in front of him, your eyes filling with tears.

“osamu, please let me go, i don’t know what’s happening and i don’t know what to tell you to make you leave me alone,” your voice came out as a whimper, despite your best efforts and osamu faltered.

he’d never seen you like this, not once in your whole time living in the house, not even when most of the members were against you. you never showed weakness — you had a quiet strength most of the time and when you really got mad, as evidenced by your fight with meiko, you got violent.

but this? this was nothing like you. you were practically curling in on yourself, your arms wrapped around your chest protectively as if you were afraid he would... hit you.

oh god, oh god, osamu thought as he took a step back. what the fuck was he doing? he’d just been yelling at you, cornering you and not giving you room for escape, even though your body was clearly begging for it. you viewed him as a legitimate threat to your safety and that thought chilled him to the bone.

“yn, i—“ osamu was interrupted by the door slamming open, revealing everyone returning from the mall with atsumu at the head of the group.

“tsumu!” you choked out before pushing past a now distracted osamu and running right into his twin’s arms. he wrapped them protectively around you while whispering reassurances to you before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

the two of you held a quiet conversation that no one else could hear but osamu could guess the contents when atsumu glared up at him, looking absolutely furious.

sakusa, kuroo, and kenma gently took you into their arms, allowing you to cry quietly while atsumu stomped over to osamu before jamming his finger into his twin’s chest.

“what the hell did ya do to her, samu?” he growled, shoving osamu’s back into the island behind him. osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.

that didn’t stop atsumu from pressing, asking question after question, none of which osamu could answer. “answer me! open yer fuckin mouth asshole and answer me!”

“atsumu, i-i’m sorry, i-“

“baby!”

a force barreled into his chest, thin arms wrapping around his waist and shoving her face in between his pecs. “it’s okay baby, i’m here,” meiko whispered in between kisses to his collarbone, her presence doing little to soothe him as his eyes darted around the room.

atsumu still looked as angry as ever but he kept his mouth shut as meiko rubbed more of her makeup on osamu’s black t shirt in her attempts to comfort him. you were staring him down as well with tear tracks staining your cheeks as sakusa rubbed circles into your back and kenma wrapped his arms around your waist. sugawara, bokuto, and kuroo were standing at your sides, eyeing him with contempt while oikawa and akaashi were deep in conversation with yachi who seemed to be stressed out of her mind.

osamu searched further and his eyes landed on daichi standing the furthest away, his eyes fixed on where meiko lied in osamu’s arms, his face full of hurt and... disdain? anger? disgust?

it was confusing so osamu quickly averted his eyes, instead choosing to focus on the woman in his arms who was now whimpering and shaking in her 4 inch heels. hesitantly, he lifted his arms to hold her closer before bending his head to breathe her in, his eyes fluttering shut at her unique smell of hairspray, brown sugar perfume, and chinese food.

“osamu,” sugawara spoke up after a moment of silence, “there’s something i need to tell you. we saw meiko ki-“

“babe? what’s going on?” a new voice rang out from the still open doorway, meiko clearly recognizing it as her head darted up to watch as the group moved from the door to reveal...

“...suna?”

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shokobuns · 3 years

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→ jjk men as house husbands!

(a/n): because my brain has been rotting ever since i started watching the way of the house husband. 1k requesters i will get to u soon i am so sorry. if u see a haikyuu version of this mind ur business.

ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, toji fushiguro

GOJO SATORU — gojo knows how to boil ramen noodles and that’s about it. in terms of cleaning, he has attempted to clean your bathtub, but didn’t know exactly how, which led to him passing out after mixing a bunch of random chemicals together. while gojo’s journey to being a house husband starts off rough, he has a lot of time on his hands to learn how to do everything. he also has youtube on his side and he uses it frequently (it’s his savior). one thing that he’s surprisingly really good at is taking care of pets and kids. if you two have a dog or cat, it’s well trained, and if you have babies, he’ll be entertained all day just admiring his child and playing with them. though, his methods do look extremely chaotic to an outsider and even to you at times. he also does yoga with the neighborhood housewives.

GETO SUGURU — he’s a surprisingly good cook and he looks hot when he does it, too. he’ll always be cooking breakfast before you wake up or while you’re getting ready for work and he’ll force you to bring food with you if you’re running late. sometimes, you’ll be motivated to get up earlier just to watch him fry some vegetables just because he’s rarely fully clothed for breakfast. but for dinner, he’s always wearing some cheesy ass apron that says something like “#1 DILF.” like gojo, he’ll definitely do yoga with the neighborhood housewives, but less frequently since he likes to do his own workouts, too. geto also picked up crocheting one day and now he can’t stop making blankets. he likes doing little designs with snakes on them.

NANAMI KENTO — amazing cook and is most notable for making freshly baked bread. you’d come home from another exhausting day at work, but once you smell that bread, you’re sprinting to the kitchen ready to bite a chunk off of the loaf. of course, nanami doesn’t let you. he’s very responsible when it comes to grocery shopping and will not hesitate to restrain you if you’re ogling at something you don’t need like a marshmallow gun. of course, everyone thinks he’s the breadwinner, but really he just looks the part. he doesn’t wear a suit everyday, but he’ll put on a little button up and slacks for casual wear with the expensive watch you got him which is enough for people to make that mistake. the neighborhood housewives are too scared to ask him if he wants to do yoga with them.

SUKUNA RYOUMEN — sigh. you’re really gonna make me do this, aren’t you? anyways, like gojo, sukuna starts of having no idea of how to do anything, but he’s not really a good problem solver. he gets frustrated and accidentally breaks a door, part of it being because he doesn’t understand why you need to go out and work. though, he does support you and wants to do his best, so he knocks on the door to your neighbor’s house to get some advice from an actual housewife. she’s definitely terrified of him at first, but after seeing how you two interact a couple times, she gives in and eventually all the other housewives help him learn how to cook and clean.

TOJI FUSHIGURO — in terms of attitude and demeanor, he is the closest you’ll get to tatsu in the way of the house husband. he’s a beginner when it comes to cooking, never really having the time to actually get skilled at it until he meets you, but he does get better and he does like surprising you with new things he cooks while you’re at work. his success rate is about 90% meaning that you like 90% of the things he makes. one small thing that’s very useful is the fact that he can carry all of the groceries by himself in one go. that’s right, no multiple trips. considering the fact he was also a literal mercenary, he’s also an expert at removing stains. if you’re thinking blood, you’re absolutely correct, but he can also remove mud stains, grass stains, sauce stains, any type of stain really. very intimidating looking, but the housewives get along with him after awhile.

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crybabygojo · 3 years

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frogtanii · 3 years

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“hi everyone,” you gave your webcam a half hearted wave, noting the flood of inquisitive comments at your demeanor.

ynismymommy: omg queen r u ok??????

emilia.95: Have you been sleeping?

atsumus-leftballsack: bestie imma need you to invest in some concealer

a giggle pried it’s way up your throat, despite your attempts to stop it as you read the comments. yes, you were fully aware that you looked like shit however, you just weren’t expecting the viewers of your stream to be so... observant.

“holy shit guys, i’m okay,” you attempted to placate your vicious audience by giving them a (forced) smile and a small chuckle. “let’s just play, okay?”

you loaded up your game of choice (call of duty — you had a lot of aggression to work off) while making idle chatter with your fanbase. they seemed to have dropped conversation about your heavy eye bags and low enthusiasm in favor of more lighthearted topics.

just as you were starting to get into it, a knock sounded at your door. at first, you were tempted to ignore it but after a few moments of silence, the knocking started up again, more incessantly. your comments started to go wild, wondering who exactly was banging on your door at like 11p.

bokutos.bahamamommamilkers: tell whoever is @ the door to fuck off

shartyba3_420: damn slam me yn like [redacted] is slamming on that door

Greg_72: Hey, you can go answer that! We’ll wait <3

you apologize quickly before removing your headphones and scurrying over to the door. swinging it wide open, you’re met with bokuto.

and what a sight he is.

once bright, golden eyes were now dull and void, accompanied by dark circles that rivaled your own while his usually sunny visage was dampened by this metaphorical dark cloud that was hanging above him.

in other words, he looked like shit.

the both of you must look like quite a pair — you in your ratty, oversized hoodie and red sweats and him in his white t shirt and flannel pajama pants. after giving him another glance over, you repressed the urge to pull him into your room and into a hug, instead choosing to wrap your arms around yourself tightly.

“um, hey bo,” you started, unable to keep your eyes on his face. “i’m really sorry but i’m streaming right now. maybe we can hang out later?”

bokuto shook his head no, and your heart began to sink. you were just so tired and you didn’t have the energy to entertain or comfort the man at the moment without letting another piece of yourself crumble but you knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

resigning yourself to your fate, you stepped to the side to let him into your room, making a mental note to shield him from your webcam while you brought him to lie on your bed.

to your complete and utter surprise, bokuto did not move, shaking his head no again before moving to grab something just out of your sight behind your doorway.

you were now thoroughly intrigued, shuffling closer to peek into the hallway, only to be stopped by a box being thrusted into your hands. you looked over the colorfully painted cardboard but it gave you no indication as to what was on the inside and glancing at kotarou gave you no help whatsoever.

“what’s this?” you voiced your confusion while weighing the box in your hands, the confusion only amplifying when you discover the box is suspiciously light. you’re shaken from your investigation when bokuto throws another object in your hands, this one significantly heavier.

looking up at him, you’re taken aback by the emotion swirling in his irises, his mouth finally parting to speak. “i’m so sorry,” kotarou’s voice, while gravelly from disuse, was sincere, a slight quiver being found underlying his words. “i- i know i never said it but i just want you to know that i-i care about you and that i am so sorry for ever hurting you and making you feel like you were less than. y-you’ve helped me become myself again a-and i can never thank you enough.”

a shuddering breath left his chest as he trained his eyes on the ceiling before looking back at you with watery eyes. “you don’t have to forgive me. i-i’d understand.” you opened your mouth to respond, to rebut, but you were cut off by his strong arms, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into his hold, a small ounce of stress leaving your body at his words but the bulk of it remaining. he’s just apologizing because you’re the only girl who’s shown him an ounce of kindness, the voice in the back of your head whispered.

as bokuto pulled you in tighter, you stiffened, the voice getting louder and more constant. the man holding you didn’t miss the way you tensed and hesitantly removed himself from you, his hurt written plain all over his face.

kotarou gave you a weak smile and another gentle apology before turning and leaving for his room. you already felt guilt creeping up your spine for not holding him the way you thought you should but you quickly pushed the feeling down, knowing that you wouldn’t have gotten the rest you deserved if you’d done so.

letting out a deep sigh, you shut your door and moved back to continue your stream, not before gently setting down the 2 colorfully decorated boxes on the bed, a small smile creeping across your face at the sight of the gifts.

your stream ended pretty shortly after, your mind unable to focus on the game — it was getting borderline embarrassing how often you were dying to the point you were worried your sponsors would pull out of supporting you.

with a soft smile and goodbye, you collapsed on your bed, mindful not to crush the boxes. while you were extremely exhausted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without examining your gifts’ contents.

you decided to open the heavier box first which yielded bag after bag of your favorite chips, candies, and drinks. you knew your mouth was gaping unattractively but you couldn’t help it. this was... way too much.

at the bottom of the box was a small note, written in bokuto’s somehow endearing chicken scratch. it read, “hi yn!!!! this is for when you get hungry :) i know i didn’t let you eat any of my snacks for a long time so i thought it would be nice if i bought some for you!!!!! i hope i got these all right :( i asked atsumu for help!!!”

a choked chuckle escaped your lips and it only amplified as you continued to the end of the note. “p.s. don’t worry about not finishing it all!!! i can always help you ;) p.p.s. also you’re so pretty!!!! don’t not eat it because you don’t think so too <3”

wiping your eyes that had become suspiciously misty, you set down the slip of paper and reached for the second box.

you couldn’t keep the gasp from coming from you as the cardboard overflowed with tiny slips of paper. with shaky hands, you unfolded the first paper, the tears overflowing over your lashline before you could stop them.

you are loved :) - akaashi

“fuck,” you whispered, swiping at your face before clumsily reaching for another, and then another, each note making you cry harder than the last.

you are beautiful!!!!! never change!! - bokuto!!!

you’re really cool - kenma

you are so kind and i owe you the world - sugawara :)

you’re sympathetic, observant, and intelligent. - sakusa.

you are patient (even when we don’t deserve it) - kuroo

yer my angel <3 - tsum tsum

there were a ton more but you promised yourself you’d read them all later, your emotions getting the better of you. you’d rather not wake up with puffy, swollen eyes and a headache so you decided it would be best to close the box and finish it all later.

laying back on your bed, you expelled a deep breath of air, not realizing just how tense you were. you’d been living on edge with the guys for at least a month now and it was really starting to wear on you.

without being able to fully trust them, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you crumbled under the pressure.

you glanced at your phone before sighing again (it really was that kind of day, wasn’t it). maybe it was about time to give dr yamada a long awaited call.

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you are loved :)

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frogtanii · 3 years

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a soft jazz melody buzzed over your group’s heads as you entered craft los angeles, the pretty hanging lights casting a warm glow over your deep red suit.

the restaurant was lovely, as expected, and also very very full. scanning the dining room, you were surprised yachi had even managed to get a table at all but apparently management pulled some strings to make this all possible.

a little drop of anger pooled in your gut at the thought. the higher ups had the funds to allow the house to go to an impromptu fancy (and extremely expensive!!!) dinner but they wouldn’t give you the time of day when you were sending them letters and emails, appealing for equal pay.

“hey,” kuroo’s soft, baritone voice sounded from beside you, nearly scaring you out of your skin. “are you alright?” your first thought was to just say you were fine but dr yamada’s words rang throughout your skull, unprompted.

take a moment, assess how you feel, and only then do you share. if you don’t want to, then don’t but don’t lie either. it doesn’t do you or anyone else any good. i hope you’re actually listening brat, this is important.

you mentally rolled your eyes at the old memory. you were so combative back in highschool, never really understanding the purpose or benefits of therapy so you used to battle yamada at every turn. as time went on, his badgering and sarcastic nature pierced through your walls and the rest was pretty much history.

“yn?” a quick glance back at kuroo revealed the open concern written all over his face at your silence, his hand hovering over your shoulder as though he’d been reaching out for you but stopped himself. once he caught you looking, he quickly dropped his arm and shoved it into the pocket of his slacks while averting his eyes in embarrassment.

“sorry, i was just thinking about something negative. i’ll be okay though!” you responded with a small smile, internally cheering when the hostess came by to seat everyone before you could hear his response.

the beautiful hostess brought the group to a large table near the back, handing out the menus before telling you who your waiter was going to be and disappearing. you chose a chair near the end, swiftly flanked by atsumu and kuroo. sakusa, bokuto and oikawa took the seats across from you and everyone else filled in accordingly.

a pang of sadness shot through your heart as you watched kenma sit the furthest away from you next to yachi and osamu. you’d promised yourself that you would give him time but... how long would it take? what if he never came around? did he even want to be friends with you anymore?

your depressing thoughts were broken by the waiter entering and taking everyone’s orders. you couldn’t help but wince at all the prices on the menu ($60 steak!!!), but you took a bit of comfort in the fact it was all coming out of upper management’s wallet.

it took a moment for everyone’s courses to come out, but once they did, everyone dug in. the table would be mostly silent if it weren’t for the occasional quips from sugawara and oikawa but otherwise, a feeling of awkwardness blanketed over the group.

the blame for the uncomfortable atmosphere could very easily be attributed to meiko’s presence. she sat by yachi, clad in a lime green bodycon dress and black strappy heels, her outfit in stark contrast to everyone else’s more classy options.

when the waiter had come around earlier, she refused to order any real food, instead opting for bottomless champagne, her request causing sugawara to tense up at the opposite end of the table. before you could say anything to him, sakusa leaned over to whisper something that had him relaxing back into his seat.

you couldn’t have kept yourself from smiling if you tried.

anyway, time seemed to fly, and even under the oppressive discomfort of the room, you still managed to share a few laughs with your seat mates over the incredible food.

somewhere in between polishing off your main course and waiting for dessert, your bladder came calling your name. “hey,” you called to atsumu, his attention immediately snapping up to you in concern. “gotta go to the bathroom.” he gave you a nod and a sweet smile as you stood and maneuvered yourself to the small hallway leading to the women’s restroom.

the bathroom was silent when you entered as you quickly scurried into one of the suspiciously clean stalls to relieve yourself. a squeak signaled the door opening but whoever arrived remained at the mirror, not bothering to venture any further. you continued on your business before leaving the stall only to come face to face with...

meiko.

“oh, i was wondering when you were going to come out,” she grinned, false saccharine sweetness dripping from her words. she stood leaning against the sink counter, preventing you from washing your hands.

you barely kept yourself from rolling your eyes, moving forward to get to the sink. “wow, it’s so lovely to see you too! now, do you mind?” your patronizing tone apparently didn’t sit right with meiko because in an instant, she was on you, one of her hands wrapped around your throat.

frozen. you were frozen in place, muscles locked and unable to fight back like you knew you were capable of. somehow, this time, your fear and anxiety gripped you, keeping you still as her acrylic nails dug in and pierced your skin.

“stay away from what’s mine or this will be so, so much worse,” meiko sneered into your ear, giggling maniacally at your short, choked breaths. with you so out of commission, she dared to tighten her grip, your eyes rolling back into your head as your hands shot out to weakly fight against her hold. she studied your trembling expression for just a moment longer before letting go, allowing you to slide down to the floor as you scrambled for air.

your vision was swimming but you managed to catch meiko giving you a cheeky little wave as she exited the bathroom, the door making a loud bang as she left.

black crept up on the edges of your vision, the sheer amount of energy it took to keep yourself conscious quickly dwindling. thoughts drifted aimlessly through your head as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

did the boys even notice you were gone? did they even care? what if no one came to find you and you were left to die on the floor of this beautiful restaurant? what coffin would they pick out for your funeral? what music would they play? how many people would be in attendance? would anyone even come at alll?

at that, the darkness finally won over, dragging you down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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frozen

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frogtanii · 3 years

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“...suna?”

the heartbreak in osamu’s voice was clear to everyone in the room, but most of all to his brother.

though they hadn’t been close in such a long time, atsumu believed he would never forget his twin’s idiosyncrasies and the meaning underlying his words, no matter how far they drifted.

most of the members were likely to conclude that osamu’s heartbreak was coming from meiko’s obvious betrayal but atsumu knew better. meiko was a part of it, yes, but suna had been stuck by the twins’ side since birth and that was a bond that went deeper than any temporary girlfriend.

as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that hurt. the fact that osamu showed blatant pain from suna’s dramatic reveal but hadn’t shown an ounce of care as atsumu floated further and further away, stung.

they were brothers but they were also twins. they were supposed to stick together no matter what and yet...

a large, warm hand was placed on his shoulder while a smaller one weaved its way into his. when he finally took a moment to glance to his sides, he found sakusa giving him an encouraging tilt of the head and you, his angel, holding his hand tight.

you had no idea how much you meant to him, how deep his care for you ran. you didn’t know how just your presence alone soothed him in his darkest moments. how, since meeting you, he slept well at night with your face floating through his thoughts and dreams. how he hoped and prayed that you would eventually reciprocate his feelings one day.

if you’d heard his thoughts, you would absolutely call him a sap and he wouldn’t disagree. after all, it was you who made him that way.

“-ou told me you broke up with them, meiko. what, what the fuck is this? you’re dating osamu?” suna’s irritated voice jolted atsumu from his simping sappy mind and back into the present.

suna was squared up with meiko who seemed to be just as furious, while osamu stood behind the two of them at the island in shock.

“you knew what you were getting into suna, don’t fucking lie!” her manicured hands found their way to his chest before shoving him back into the living room. hard.

in an instant, yachi was standing in front of meiko with a righteous fury burning in her eyes. “go the fuck to your room. now. everyone else, you too. i have some calls to make.”

the authority in her voice had everyone scrambling, you wrapping atsumu up into your arms one final time before heading off with kenma and oikawa. suna shot the twins an apologetic smile while trailing behind their livid manager to her office.

in only a few moments, the room was empty, leaving the brothers alone in a stifled silence.

after a minute, atsumu finally opened his mouth to speak. “so. meiko, huh?” the attempt at conversation was absolutely pitiful but it managed to make the both of them laugh despite the heaviness in the atmosphere.

the lightheartedness left almost as soon as it appeared, the pair falling back into a contemplative quiet. “i- ya promised nothing would come between us,” atsumu whispered, his eyes growing glassy, against his best efforts. “what happened?”

osamu didn’t have an answer to that. he was meant to be the older twin and while that shouldn’t hold that much weight, it did.

he would never forget the day he’d given atsumu his word, the memory holding firm in his mind as though it happened yesterday.

the two of them had been so excited for their first official summer camp at the ripe age of 7 years old, happy to spend time away from their grandmother in, what they believed to be, an extended sleepover.

atsumu was bouncing off the walls with enthusiasm while osamu had been more reserved, determined to take care of his younger twin just as his grandma told him to.

after the first day of camp went by so swimmingly, osamu was starting to think he wasn’t even needed by his brother, especially after seeing him at lunch surrounded by girls and boys both fawning over him. atsumu was doing just fine on his own it seemed and there was no reason for him to stick around.

that all changed that night when osamu heard atsumu yelling for him from his bunk. the older twin raced over and climbed up into his brother’s bed, holding him close as he cried from the thunder booming outside their cabin window.

“nothing will get in between us tsumu,” osamu had murmured while rocking atsumu back and forth, “not the wind, not the rain, nothing.”

after that, their relationship was stronger than ever, the twins coming to one another for any and everything. their trust had grown so solid that osamu’s promise continued to hold true throughout the years, to the point where one was rarely seen without the other.

somehow, though, that trust had been broken in an instant, just because of one woman and it, for lack of a better word, sucked.

“i care about ya samu, ya know i do, but i can’t let ya mistreat or disrespect my best friend like that anymore. i love ya and i love her too. don’t make me choose,” atsumu before moving towards the stairs, his eyes never leaving his brother.

osamu was frozen in place, the image of atsumu that he’d painted with the help of meiko washing away to reveal his independent, assertive, kind, and caring brother whom he’d entirely lost sight of.

he couldn’t even imagine what atsumu saw when he looked at him—he didn’t think he wanted to know. all he did know was that he was no longer worthy of the title older brother, and he hadn’t been for a long time. osamu needed to become someone his brother could look up to again, someone new, someone better.

“i’m so sorry atsumu, i-i can be better,” he resolved, taking a step closer to his twin. atsumu just gave him a sad, worn smile, tiredness and disappointment written all over his face.

“be better osamu. i’ll be waiting.”

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tw. serious self loathing

kenma hated hospitals.

the cold sterile air, the incessant beeping of machines, the loud voices of the doctors — mix it all together and you get the perfect recipe for kicking up kenma’s anxiety.

it was bad enough, what with you being the one in the hospital bed, tied up to all those machines but all the other more extraneous details certainly didn’t help.

kenma’s eyes darted around the white hallway, his knee bouncing erratically as he tried to listen in through the door at what the doctor was saying. earlier, when he had tried to follow behind the rest of the house members to get your diagnosis, he was stopped by kuroo’s hand on his chest and a sad shake of his head.

he’d made his way back to the cold, unforgiving seats lining the hall right outside your room and attempted to overhear, something, anything, that would abate his anxieties.

unfortunately, the conversation was over before kenma could glean anything of substance, the door swinging open as the doctor exited, the atmosphere left in the room being tense and uncomfortable.

kenma quickly stood to his feet, glancing from face to face to discern some kind of news, be it good or bad. “w-what— is she okay? what’s going on?” as much as he willed it not to shake, his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, his fear for you clearly bleeding into his words.

at the sound of his broken voice, all heads in the room turned towards him. he scanned all their faces but his eyes were stuck on atsumu’s, his own burning with a righteous fury.

before kenma could blink, atsumu was on him, shoving him up against the wall while pressing an arm against his chest. the thumping in kenma’s chest intensified, his eyes widening in dread as his breathing quickened.

he could faintly hear the sounds of protests from the other house members and off-duty nurses but they were swiftly becoming drowned out by the blood and static rushing in his ears.

“atsumu. step down.” sakusa gritted before yanking atsumu off of kenma, allowing kenma to collapse onto the floor. the residual adrenaline and anxiety came to the point they were overwhelming, his breath coming in short pants as he tears leaked from his eyes.

“i-i’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, i didn’t know, thought that it would be ok, thought she would be okay but she’s not, oh god this is all my fault, i’m sorry, m sorry,” his words came out like a broken faucet before he couldn’t stop them, his arms wrapping around himself as he rolled into the fetal position, determined to erase himself from his surroundings.

a presence appeared in front of him, crouching down and grabbing his hands before where they were digging into his skin, cradling them gently within their own. “hey bud,” bokuto said kindly, a big smile on his face despite the circumstances. “breathe with me, ok?”

kenma nodded before matching bokuto’s exaggerated breathing, in and out, in and out, until his heartbeat was finally back to normal and he didn’t feel like he was going to collapse. “you wanna tell us what happened?”

he firmly kept his gaze on bokuto, determined not to look at everyone else’s scared, angry, or hurt expressions as he explained himself. “i-i saw yn g-go to the bathroom and it was fine because o-of course it was but then i s-saw meiko follow and it d-didn’t register? it happened so f-fast and then i got distracted and it e-escaped my mind until y-you guys brought it up. i j-just— i didn’t think m-meiko was gonna do anything. we were in public and—“

“that won’t stop her.” kenma chanced a look at suga who was the one who spoke, his eyes downcast and stormy with anger and... sadness?. “you didn’t know and that’s whatever, but meiko is fucking crazy. never underestimate her again.” he warned with a grave tone. all kenma could do was nod, a fresh wave of tears coming to his eyes.

“‘m sorry,” he whimpered, his gaze falling upon the white lines on his suit pants. the group let out hums of acknowledgment before falling back into a tense silence, the only sounds coming from the hospital around them.

it didn’t last very long.

“yn! yn!” a deep masculine voice rang from the entrance of the hospital, followed by a quieter platitude and then a host of shushes from the nurse on the floor. the taller man with dark hair managed to lock eyes with kenma, his body moving quickly until he was right in front of the group.

“i need to see her. now.” the man’s voice was dark and menacing but kenma was the only one who seemed to shrink at the sound, the others sizing the outsider up and glaring him down. atsumu waved them away before bringing the pair into a hug, the shorter pink-haired man sighing deeply into the embrace.

atsumu exchanged short “pleasantries” with the two newcomers before turning towards your door wistfully. “uh, ya will be able ta see her soon enough but her throat is fucked pretty badly. she’s asleep right now but doc says she won’t be able to talk for at least a week.”

kenma’s heart caught in his throat. you wouldn’t be able to speak?? because of him?? the thought made him clam back up, his dark hair spilling over his shoulders to shield him from the rest of the hall. he could hear more voices, a door clicking open, a soft gasp, and a growled threat but he was too strung up to focus any more than that.

my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, played over and over on repeat in his mind, his inner demons taunting him for ruining your life. you would never forgive him, never lay your eyes upon him again without showing disgust and disdain. it was what he deserved, especially after the hell he put you through, no matter how much it hurt.

he faintly recognized at some point in his self loathing, that he was moving somewhere with the group, their hands on him as though they were leading him someplace, not that it mattered.

kenma already knew he was a horrible waste of space and this cemented it for him. but, his mind so helpfully offered, even if you are a piece of shit, you can still do something, something big. make meiko pay for how she hurt you and suga and the rest of them.

oh, he was going to do something alright. he was going to do something so large, so enormous that meiko’s reputation could never, ever recover.

kenma was absolutely going to get his revenge. not for him, no, he could care less about himself. no, he would do it for you and all those who had suffered by her hand.

after all, it was the very least he could do.

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[dr otsuaka]: hello, [redacted]! it’s so great to hear from you again! last we met, things were on track with your recovery — has that changed at all?

[patient 86]: clears throat um, not really. things are weird, that’s all.

[dr o]: weird how?

[86]: ...

[dr o]: does this have something to do with your roommate, [redacted]?

[86]: nods

[dr o]: does this also deal with you working through your feelings for her?

[86]: she... she doesn’t like me like that. i’m not like... like [redacted].

[dr o]: now, what did we say about negative self talk and comparisons to others?

[86]: ...not to do it.

[dr o]: i know it isn’t easy but you are not [redacted] or [redacted] for a reason. you are you and that doesn’t make you less than! it just makes you different.

[86]: smiles ... she said something like that to me once.

[dr o]: she sounds like a smart girl. you should listen to her.

[86]: ...yeah.

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[patient 12]: —and then she just, punches the air, wham! and it was so intense and i’m pretty sure i’ve never been more turned on in my life because, god doc you should’ve seen her. i know you’re like 50 and gay but.. damn.

[doctor fujiwara]: laughs you are quite the character [redacted].

[12]: i try.

[dr f]: well, it seems as though this girl has become quite the fixture in your life.

[12]: i mean.. yeah. she saved me.

[dr f]: hm... don’t you think you are.. idolizing her a bit? placing her on an unattainable pedestal which sets her up for failure in your eyes? you’ve placed quite a bit of weight on [redacted].

[12]: ... no, no she’s helped me through so much but i don’t, she’s not my idol or anything.

[dr f]: are you sure? you place much of the credit for your recovery on her. is that fair to her, to feel entirely responsible for your health and well-being?

[12]: ...

[dr f]: just think about it, hm? now, tell me again about this ferret you were thinking of purchasing?

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[dr otsuaka]: ... and how did that make you feel?

[patient 88]: ... you couldn’t sound more cliche if you tried.

[dr o]: laughs nothing gets quite past you [redacted].

[88]: you say that as though it is a bad thing.

[dr o]: trust me it isn’t. but on that note, tell me some things you’ve observed this week.

[88]: ...she isn’t eating as much. i think the stress is getting to her.

[dr o]: is it not getting to you as well?

[88]: ...it isn’t about me.

[dr o]: this is your therapy session [redacted], it quite literally is about you. ...have you been neglecting yourself in favor of taking care of her?

[88]: we’re drifting and i do not want to lose her. she has [redacted] and it doesn’t seem like... like she has use of me anymore.

[dr o]: [redacted]... you are not an object to be used. no one can decide if you are “of use” or not — you need to take care of yourself so that when you are up to it, when you are healed and ready, you can take care of the others around you. she is a grown woman and as much as you care for her, she can take care of herself. it is time for you to focus on you.

[88]: ... i don’t know how to do that.

[dr o]: smiles well, that is what i’m here for.

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[dr barnes]: ah welcome, [redacted]! it’s so great to meet you! dr otsuaka speaks of you highly!

[patient 4]: wow! you’re so big! your biceps are as big as my head!!

[dr b]: laughs i do enjoy my time at the gym! please sit, sit!

[4]: thank you for seeing me dr barnes!

[dr b]: no, it’s really my pleasure! when dr otsuaka needed to clear out her client list, i leaped at the opportunity to take some of you on.

[4]: yeah, she told me something like that. i’m just happy i still have a therapist! it would really suck if all my progress went out the window.

[dr b]: oh yes, i have some of your charts here... shuffles papers looks like you suffer from... separation anxiety and ptsd?

[4]: yep, but it hasn’t gotten me down yet!

[dr b]: that’s great [redacted]. i’m looking forward to seeing the progress we can make with one another!

[4]: aw, thanks dr b! you’re so cool!

[dr b]: that’s all you bud, all you. so, what do you think of starting from the beginning?

[4]: well, it all started when my mom met my dad and they fell in love and had se—

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[dr yamada]: wow, hi [redacted]! it’s been so long since we’ve last spoken. high school, was it?

[patient 7]: um, yeah.

[dr y]: so, what brings you back here to see me? do you need a refill on your meds?

[7]: ...maybe.

[dr y]: [redacted]... are you alright?

[7]: bursts into tears no.. oh god no..

[dr y]: that bad, huh?

[7]: yeah.. yeah, it’s that bad.

[dr y]: is it [redacted]?

[7]: sniffles oh, no not him. actually, his girlfriend? she’s back.

[dr y]: oh god..

[7]: yeah.. laughs dryly

[dr y]: well, it’s a good thing you’re here then. do you remember your affirmations?

[7]: how could i forget? i am loved—

[dr y]: in unison —i am deserving of love—

[7]: —and i will love in return. wow, it’s been a minute.

[dr y]: and still, it stuck. yet another example of my incredible teachings.

[7]: just as insufferable as always, dr yamada.

[dr y]: and just as guarded as usual, [redacted]. am i going to have to pry the information out of you this time around?

[7]: nah... i think... i think i really need to talk about it.

[dr y]: good. i am here to listen.

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cold, cold, cold.

the outside air was frigid, piercing her skin through her short dress as she walked quickly through the streets, her heels clicking against the dirty concrete.

a loud chime from her phone alerted her to the fact she was nearing her destination, her steps growing quicker at the idea of a warm place to sleep (and maybe a warm body to go along with it). the building swiftly came into view — a bit trashier than she would’ve liked if she’s being honest but it was better than being on the streets (barely).

it didn’t take long for her to find the apartment number she was looking for, number 423, just a few doors shy of being the “weed number.” she rolled her eyes at the thought of him explaining that to her after their fourth round the last time she saw him. he was honestly a little pathetic (read: extremely pathetic) but at least he had his own place and a big dick. she’d done much worse for much less.

fixing her hair in the reflection of the window, she finally deemed herself appropriate enough to knock on the door. she was really hoping he was home, because otherwise, this could be extremely awkward.

suddenly, the door swung open widely, exposing the man she had been waiting for, clad in nothing but spongebob boxers with an entire pot of ramen in his hand. she fought the urge to roll her eyes at him, instead plastering on a fake smile and batting her eyelashes at him.

“oh hi! long time no see! can i come in?” without waiting for a response, she pushed past him, completely ignoring the shocked look on his face as she roamed around his incredibly tiny shoebox apartment, being extra careful to avoid the plate in the corner that looked like it was growing something.

once he broke out of his stupor, he ran a hand through his bleached hair while trailing behind her. “uh, not that i’m not glad to see you but what are you doing here? i haven’t heard from you in months.” he called her name softly, his brown eyes filled with too much emotion, too much fondness that it made her stomach turn.

“i missed you! why can’t that be a reason to visit you?” she deflected, sauntering over to him, making sure to swing her hips in a way she knew he’d like. it clearly worked, if the way his eyes darkened and his tongue came out to lick his plush lips was anything to go by.

his big hands found their way to her waist, gripping gently as he brought his face down to hers for a kiss. her immediate reaction was fast and sloppy but he took control, slowing it down significantly until it was a languid dance of lips and tongues, a little too intimate for her tastes.

pulling away, she wiped her mouth before taking his hand and pulling him towards his bedroom, making sure her eyes were half lidded and sexy. he put down his pot of ramen so quickly, she had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

god, men were so easy.

all she had to do was bat her eyelashes, flash a little bit of her cleavage and they were putty in her hands. just as long as they didn’t get too close and mushy, they were perfect pawns, perfect objects for her to use at her discretion.

it was really unfortunate that she’d lost her biggest set of pieces yet but it was no matter. she’d get them back.

one way or another.

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confusion.

that’s all daichi felt as he stumbled from yachi’s office after he finished his interview, the dim light coming from the sunset washing the hallway in a layer of color.

he wasn’t sure what to expect at first when he’d been called in, the previous members downright refusing to share what they’d discussed, but he had heard whispers that whatever you talked about was... bad.

you’d disappeared into your room after your interview, refusing to let anyone but atsumu in and even then, atsumu came out of his time with you looking worse for wear. neither of you joined the rather tense game night and it was clear the others were worried, but daichi just couldn’t understand why.

why were all the other house members (besides osamu) suddenly so invested in you and your well-being? contrary to popular belief, daichi was not dumb — he knew this was a long time coming, more of the people who he thought were his friends abandoning him to join you.

well maybe not just you, but they seemed to spend an awful lot of time and energy on the woman who’d destroyed meiko’s life. he just couldn’t make sense of it.

he was even more thrown when sugawara, his best friend, joined the trend and stopped talking to him, supporting you to the fullest and avoiding him at every turn. it felt wrong, somehow, that koushi was no longer by his side but he didn’t know what to do about it.

they clearly had a difference in beliefs — sugawara was hard pressed to believe that meiko was some kind of horrible person and daichi... well daichi loved her. he knew he did.

these thoughts overwhelmed him to the point where he was unable to sleep, tossing and turning while his mind raced to unravel the mystery of what was going on in the house.

“fuck,” daichi sighed as he glanced over at his alarm clock with bleary eyes. it read 2:57a and he let out a loud groan. there was no way he’d be able to sleep like this. he wracked his brain for something, anything, to help and he came up with a memory of akaashi telling him that a warm mug of chamomile would send anyone right to sleep.

letting out another sigh, daichi stood to his feet and trudged out of his room and towards the kitchen, ready to finally get some aid but as he approached, the sound of soft voices hit his ears.

on the couch sat you and koushi; you were wearing an oversized shirt (that must have belonged to bokuto) and colorful pajama pants (his guess was that they were kenma’s) and koushi was wearing old sweats and a hoodie. he looked shaken up about something, his eyes rimmed red as he muttered something to you, whatever was said prompting you to reach out and pull him into a hug.

daichi felt like he was intruding and severely out of place, his mind screaming at him to just turn around and go back to his room but he knew if he did, he’d never sleep, his mind full of even more questions than he had before.

so instead, he chose to clear his throat loudly as he walked further into the room, the sound frightening the both of you and causing you to let go of one another.

you shot daichi an uneasy, tired smile as you stood, before patting koushi on the shoulder and leaving the room. sugawara watched you go the entire time with metaphorical stars in his eyes and his heart on his sleeve. daichi repressed the urge to roll his eyes, instead turning toward the kitchen to prepare himself some tea.

to his surprise, sugawara didn’t leave the room. he actually made his way to the kitchen and sat at the counter, watching daichi fill up the kettle and place it on the stove.

the silence wasn’t awkward or oppressive but it was heavy, the unasked questions hanging over them in the air. it was daichi who chose to break it.

“so, what was that about?” he winced at the state of his voice, cracky and weak but he powered through, chancing a glance at his old friend.

sugawara looked tired but also defeated, like he was simultaneously expecting that question and wishing that it hadn’t been asked. “i was apologizing.”

daichi knew he was staring incredulously now but he couldn’t help it. suga was apologizing? for what? what could he possibly apologize for? when he voiced this, koushi scoffed and turned away.

“are you kidding? we have so much to apologize for. we all treated her like shit.”

“but doesn’t she deserve that? she hurt meiko deeply!”

“nobody deserves what we did! nobody! god, daichi, yn has done so much for me and—“

“like what, hm? what exactly has she done for you?”

“i... i can’t tell you that.”

“can’t or won’t?”

the room fell into silence, a stark contrast to the shouting that had been taking place just moments before. both men were warring with themselves and suga was the one to give in.

“meiko assaulted me, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?” koushi’s voice sounded so weak, so broken, and daichi saw red.

“...what?” the words were uttered low and disbelieving as daichi clenched his hands into fists to keep them from quivering with rage.

suga ran a hand through his sliver locks before shaking his head. “i really don’t want to talk about this with you, daichi.”

“but you’ll talk about it with her.”

“fuck off, that’s not fair and you know it,” koushi spat, pushing himself to his feet as he was readying himself to leave. he looked so hurt that daichi couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his arm gently.

“i know... i’m sorry,” he spoke quietly, his brown eyes shining with unshed tears and sincerity. he just wanted suga to open up to him, for them to go back to the way they used to be but he was different now. they both were.

koushi shook his head softly and gingerly removed himself from daichi’s hold. “i’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” he whispered before turning and disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.

daichi was alone. again. he sniffed and wiped his eyes to get rid of any residual tears as he moved back to the kitchen to finish making his tea. not that it would do him any good—the information he was just given would definitely keep him up until morning.

he was having a difficult time processing what had just occurred and yet, he knew he was in the wrong on multiple occasions. he’d abandoned his best friend in his time of need and sided with his attacker. daichi couldn’t even claim that he was suga’s friend anymore with what he’d done. no, he’d earn back his place. he just needed to figure out how to make things right.

whatever it takes.

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whatever it takes

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frogtanii · 3 years

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“woah, my love, my darling

i’ve hungered for your touch”

the smooth crooning of the righteous brothers permeated throughout the vaulted ballroom, quiet chattering adding to the ambience of the room.

the web awards ceremony was very unique in and of itself — the event was held in what was essentially a victorian castle, giving the show an almost royal look which seemed odd for a party full of internet influencers.

thankfully, most in attendance were dressed to the nines, perfectly embodying what the creators had in mind. you and sakusa had received numerous compliments throughout the night, the most memorable coming from ariana grande and bretman rock.

by the time you were seated for the actual awards portion, you were reeling. these literal celebrities knew who you were?? it was insane and you couldn’t help from spiraling a bit in your chair.

“angel, are ya okay?” atsumu’s gentle voice shook you from your thoughts, his warm hand resting on the small of your back. you let out a shuddering breath and nodded before shooting him a grateful smile.

“yeah, thanks,” you whispered, resting a hand on his knee. he went to respond, but he was cut off by the lights dimming, signaling the start of the program.

after the first awards were introduced, the show flew by very quickly and by the end of it, your hands burned from clapping and your face hurt from smiling ear to ear. (un)fortunately, the hyper house didn’t win their nomination but you enjoyed your time nonetheless, even getting a hug from taehyung after bts won their award.

after all the awards were given out, you were honestly exhausted and ready to just pull off your heels and collapse in your warm bed for the next 10 years but iwaizumi had other plans.

your “beloved” manager insisted that the house network at the unofficial official after party that was being hosted in another ornate ballroom nearby.

you did your best to talk to other creators and get to know them but your social battery was swiftly running out and you were afraid you were starting to give some of these people who you greatly admired a bad impression.

gently excusing yourself from a conversation with halsey, you dragged yourself to the snack bar before grabbing something that looked sort of edible and shoving it in your mouth.

a deep sigh left your lips as you turned from the table to observe the hordes of people laughing, dancing, and mingling, just barely noticing a new presence by your side.

“this isn’t exactly your scene, i take it,” toorū’s playful voice greeted you as he leaned back against the table, taking a spoonful of caviar to his pink, glossy lips. you hummed in agreement before taking another unidentifiable-yet-delicious snack and eating it quickly to avoid conversation.

out of the corner of your eye, you watched as oikawa shook his head as though he was debating something with himself before apparently coming to a conclusion, and turning towards you.

“look,” he began, his tone entirely too serious for such a lively event. “i’m really sorry for what i’ve said to you before. there are literally no excuses for what i’ve done and said to you but i just wanted to let you know that i really am sorry.”

what?????

“uh,” you stuttered, unable to form a word, let alone a response, to his surprise apology. a part of you was aware that you were gaping at him unattractively but you could barely process what on earth was going on and why he was suddenly apologizing to you.

toorū opened his mouth to respond, to maybe take you out of your misery, but he was quickly interrupted by sakusa placing a soft hand on your elbow.

“do you mind if i cut in?” oikawa’s mouth shut as he gave kiyoomi a tight lipped smile and a shake of his head. “good. would you like to dance?”

all you could do was nod before you were swept away onto the dance floor, barely registering the song changing into unchained melody, allowing couples their time for a slow dance.

“a long, lonely time

and time goes by so slowly”

sakusa placed his hands carefully on your waist, allowing you to wrap your arms around his. leaning down, he whispered in your ear, “is this okay?”

you nodded again before laying your head on his shoulder as you swayed back and forth. kiyoomi was unsurprisingly an amazing dancer, leading you through the steps with no problems, his chest vibrating beneath you while he hummed along with the music.

“and time can do so much

are you still mine?”

it was easy to loose yourself in the steady movements to the point where you almost didn’t hear sakusa speaking to you. “hm?” you asked, lifting your head to look him in the face.

you were genuinely shocked to see the light pink blush spreading across kiyoomi’s cheeks and chest as he gazed at you with something akin to nervousness in his eyes.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry it took so long to for me to see who meiko was and i’m sorry i hurt you in the process.” his words, while succinct and to the point, were heavy with emotion and regret.

before you could answer, sakusa carefully pulled you back into his chest to resume rocking you back and forth, his head resting on top of yours.

“don’t say anything right now, just... just stay. please?”

“okay.”

kiyoomi’s arms tightened around you as he let out a shaky sigh. this was all he needed. everything else faded away, things and problems ceased to exist — nothing mattered but you tucked safe and securely in his arms.

“i need your love

i need your love

god speed your love to me”

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god speed your love to me

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shokobuns · 3 years

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→ sweet

you provide gojo’s favorite milk.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: smut drabble

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

WARNINGS: smut, unedited, lactation kink, post partum sex, mentions pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, hints of breast worship, unprotected sex, creampie, praise,

“I’m not stupid, Satoru.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, throwing his hands in the air, staring back. He’s always been a terrible liar.

Your arms cross together as you glare at him with sleep deprived eyes. “Something’s bothering you and you aren’t telling me about it.”

“Well, it’s not really bothering me—”

“Then, what the fuck is it?” You question sternly.

He’s been acting weird lately, as weird as Gojo Satoru can be. Usually, he’s a man who’s confident, lacking any type of guilt or shame, the epitome of inappropriate behavior from the open disrespect of his elders to public sex. But ever since you gave birth to his child, all you got were longing stares when he thought you weren’t looking and avoided eye contact. Sure, he does help out. He is the one that gets up late at night to comfort your child until she falls back asleep, but for some reason, he can’t seem to look at you normally.

“Is it okay if I just show you?”

You contemplate the question for a moment. Of course, you trust your husband, but at the same time maybe he would do something stupid. Either way, your curiosity would eventually get the best of you in those three seconds and you would let him briefly pick you up and bring you to the couch, letting him trail his lips down your neck. “Wait- the baby—”

“She’s taking a nap, it’ll be fine,” he replies, looking at you fondly, “It’s been a while, you know?”

“Yeah,” you manage to utter, his hands fondling your breasts, “I’ve missed you.”

“I know.” He smirks, quickly removing the rest of your clothes.

His touches are gentle, fingers brushing all over your body as he kisses you with fervor. He’s needy, more than usual, and taking his time with you. On the other hand, you have no problem with it, enjoying every sloppy kiss on your skin, tangling your fingers into white tufts of hair. It all feels so good and you haven’t even gotten to the best part. “You’ve never acted this weird just from being horny, Satoru,” you comment, observing how the pupils of his baby blue eyes dilate when his mouth starts to trail closer to your chest, “What do you really want?”

“This.” He replies, wrapping his lips around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the little darkened bud. Your eyes widen, then relax when he starts sucking, a sense of relief soon filling your body. He moans at the taste of saccharine milk on his tongue, positioning his hands on your back in order to desperately bring you closer to his mouth. He lets go with a pop, the white substance dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“You taste fucking sweet, Bunny,” he mutters, “Want more.”

Consumed in the feeling of his mouth, you’re lightheaded and your mind floats, so much that it feels like no time has passed and you’re suddenly positioned on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Your next moves are almost natural, lining yourself up on his cock and sinking down, feeling him stretch you out for the first time in months.

He salivates at the sight of your breasts, spit dripping down his lips, and starts swirling his tongue on the other bud, sucking as you bounce on his lap, feeling the familiar warmth build in your lower tummy. Your walls convulse around him and you fasten your own pace, milky white cum dripping down his cock and down to his balls. “God, I fucking missed you,” he pulls off, gripping your ass, guiding your movements, “Missed your sweet little pussy and your tits.”

You roll your hips languidly and he groans into your chest, relishing in the sensation of your warm cunt. “So fucking pretty, tastes so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” You respond, shoving his face back down into your chest, “Then suck. Help me out, won’t you?”

He obeys, his mouth easily latching onto your nipple and suckling hungrily. You’re sensitive, the feeling of your milk being emptied out being oddly delightful with how hard he suctions it out of you, relieving the pressure in your breasts. He looks up at you with soft eyes, almost innocent looking with his mouth engulfed in your tits. It’s enough to make you come undone, your orgasm washing over you in waves as you tighten around him.

It’s not long until he’s shooting spurts of white himself, a warm and heavy load of cum filling you up at the same time he swallows every drop of milk you had to offer. Both of you pant, his cock still buried deep in your cunt while you fall forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Oh, no. Did I actually drink my daughter’s lunch?” He asks, back straightening in panic, holding your face between his hands with crazy eyes, “What’s she going to eat now? Do we have to give her the nasty powder milk? What have I do—”

“Shhh, Satoru,” you reassure him pressing a finger over his lips, trying to stifle a laugh, “There’s some in the fridge. And there’s nothing wrong with formula.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise, “You had your sweet breast milk in the fridge the whole time and didn’t tell me? How rude.”

“Big talk for someone who acted all weird just because they were too scared to say they wanted to drink it in the first place.”

“Hey!”

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shokobuns · 3 years

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first love

late spring

megumi doesn’t know what love is.

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x reader

GENRE: fluff

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

WARNINGS: mentions of a mission

trusting other people wasn’t an easy thing for him.

megumi hesitates when he has to make quick decisions. he hesitates, switching what he thinks the nature of an action is often. right or wrong? black or white? they’re simple things that he can spend hours picking at because nothing has been inherently this or that ever since itadori had entered his life. and over the months, you only make him spiral deeper.

he doesn’t know what love is. he doesn’t know the taste, the touch, the smell, the sight, or the sound.

what he does know is that you remind him of the sweet strawberry calpico that he liked to drink from time to time. it was always in the vending machine, it has been for years, but he never bothered to get it, often settling for some iced tea or coffee. and one day, you ask him how he’s been attending the school longer than you have, yet never choosing anything other than the same two beverages. he shrugs and almost walks off, but you pull him by his fingertips, insert your dollar in, and hand him the pink bottle. it was sweet, much like the gesture, and he liked it. but he wouldn’t have ever tried it if it weren’t for your insistence.

what he does know is that touches can be comforting in his darkest moments. it was something he generally liked to avoid—distance was a form of comfort—and touches were often intimate. at times, he would allow a pat on the back or a high five in the right mood. maybe a hug, which was often rare since the chances of getting a hug from megumi was little to nothing. but when you catch him outside of his dorm one night as he contemplates his own strength, his own potential, and his own fears, you don’t say anything. instead, you bring your arms around his body, keeping him close for a few seconds. and when you pull away, you don’t fully detach yourself. instead, you kneel between his open legs and bring your hand to his cheek, brushing your fingers over his jaw then to his back where you rub soft circles.

what he does know is that your dorm smells like vanilla because of an unsuccessful attempt at making a cookie cake in your microwave. he remembers it fondly, your eyes focused on the content of the mug, the accidental pour of vanilla extract despite your efforts to be precise. he had told you that it would be a waste, that it would be far too bitter with that amount of extract. still, you microwave the mixture and strong scent flows from your room to his. the smell only lingers for a few hours, but the memory of you scarfing down your ruined dessert remains present in his mind.

what he does know is that his heart skips a beat when he sees you every morning. you’re always in the same place, eating breakfast on a picnic blanket, watching maki and panda train while the sun still rises. although he’d much rather prefer the night time, he wakes up early once to join them and learns about your routine before normal school hours for the first time. megumi isn’t the type to wake up as the sun rises, often sleeping in when he can due to late nights, but he doesn’t want to miss getting a glimpse of your morning self. the sun is shines a soft orange light on your face—it looks as if you’re glowing every single time—and you’re completely relaxed, basking in the warmth of the sun rays. you notice every time and wave right at him, patting down the spot next to you for him to sit.

what he does know is that he would do anything to make you laugh, even to the extent of embarrassing himself because it is music to his ears. a chuckle, a cackle, a snort, he doesn’t care because hearing you laugh must mean that he’s doing something right. hearing your laugh means that you’re smiling, even when he’s not looking, and that you’re happy, even if it feels like the weight rests upon your shoulders. you always let out a giggle before you press a kiss against his cheek. and after exorcising a curse? hearing a familiar cackle echoing through a hallway signified that you were alive.

megumi doesn’t know what love is, but he knows what he feels. he knows that you’re the one who instigates them and he wonders if you know, too.

and when you lay next to him on the grass under the moon in the night, he feels everything rush through his veins, into his chest, from his head down to his toes. the smell of grass, the sight of your glowing skin under the moonlight, the gentle tapping of your fingers on his, the taste of that sweet drink on his tongue, the sound of your voice mumbling something about the sky — he feels everything, every emotion rushing up at him at once. it’s scary, how it only takes one night for him to trust you and how he yearns for more of them, but it’s also exhilarating and hasn’t he done enough to give into his desires?

he deserves this. he deserves you.

and although he doesn’t seem to completely believe it, you lean in first, cupping his cheeks gently, eyes squeezed shut with his mouth on yours. it’s soft and gentle and he tastes like cherries. your fingers tangle into spikey black hair and he moves perfectly in sync with you.

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shokobuns · 3 years

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[2:23 A.M.]

TW: angst, suggestive

the best.

gojo satoru was indeed the best, gifted with a technique that only shows up every few thousand years. gifted with good looks and height, gifted with a smooth tongue and effortless charm. gifted with the ability to stay composed even when the fate of the world rested on his fingertips. he was gifted with soft lips and cerulean eyes that looked at you with devotion.

maybe that was your own gift, having him wrapped around your finger.

satoru didn’t even realize it because friends spend extra time together, they enjoy each other’s presence, they’re comforted by each other’s presence. it’s a natural thing — normal for him to yearn for you during your absence, normal for him to feel a tug at his heartstrings when you talk about someone else, normal for him to whisper a small “i love you” while you were asleep.

and sure, your friendship might have strayed to be something else. he doesn’t know exactly what the tipping point was, maybe it was when he stayed in your bed until the morning rather than leaving at dawn. maybe it was the painful thumping in his chest at the sound of your soft voice, the reassurance that a mere sentence would provide him.

“he’s my boyfriend now, satoru.” you voiced happily, the pitter patter of the rain suddenly becoming more and more distant to his ears.

when he looks to his side, his heart drops — you’re smiling, flushed cheeks and sparkles in your eyes. it’s the look of genuine happiness. he doesn’t realize when you became his world, but he just knows that laying with you felt right, being touched by you felt right. you had become his foundation, someone to come back to even when he’s all bruised and battered without being afraid. he watches it crumble all at once.

he watches as you slip from his fingertips with a dopey grin on your face.

“so what does that make us?” he asks, hoping that you didn’t hear the crack in his voice, a lump forming in his throat.

“friends, still? we were just passing the time, right?” you ask, rubbing a circle in the palm of his hand.

“but i love you. always have.”

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