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9 months, 29 days

Matsukawa and Hanamaki

chapter two of 10 months

CW: nothing in particular for this chapter, but series is an angst story containing mentions of death. be warned

“Oi,” Mattsun’s tugging on his outdoor shoes, trying his best not to crumple the heel. Rain beats against the roof, so hard that a leak has formed in the center of the locker room. It drips so rapidly, that constant little dripdripdripdripdripdrip that dips into his brain and makes him irrationally angry. Everything’s been making him angry today though.

Practice was supposed to end an hour ago. As much as he loves playing, Mattsun wasn't like Oikawa; this kind of work, this kind of pushing himself to the brink, wasn't fun. He wanted to go home, to finish up his homework in complete silence, maybe jack off, and then sleep all fucking weekend.

In fact, if he could go the next couple days without speaking to anyone, he’d be perfectly happy. No parents, no siblings, no exceptions.

“Oi, Issei,” Makki’s shoe thunks against his lower back, firm enough to push him deeper into a squat, and Mattsun feels the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile. Pain pulses in his knees everytime Makki thumps his dirty old shoe against him. "Did you forget your umbrella again?”

Mattsun’s umbrella sits in his open locker.

“Aren’t you being too casual?” he tries to remember why he was just in a bad mood, but just can’t. His name on Makki's lips bounces around his skull on loop. Issei, Issei, Issei- it's such a pretty name. If he asked, he'd say it again and again, but the gym door's there, unlocked, waiting to be opened, waiting to catch them being too friendly with each other.

“It’s just us. The underclassmen left already and our fearless leaders are still practicing.” Makki shrugs, “They wouldn’t think it was suspicious anyway.”

Mattsun jumps to his feet with all of the energy his body can manage, knocking Makki off balance enough to knock him onto his ass. He lands with a splash, sprawled on his back. They look at each other for a moment, wide eyed as they process the scene. Makki lays in the puddle, that dreaded drip bouncing off his nose and down into his mouth, which is parted in fake horror. His school uniform and bag covered in growing, dark wet spots, probably crawling in athlete's foot. Mattsun freezes, unsure of whether he should apologize or laugh. With a scowl, face knotted up in disgust, Makki silently undoes the latches to his bag and pulls out his umbrella. With a press of the button, it unfolds. The leak forms little droplets that roll down the black fabric onto his stomach.

“No one warned me it was raining inside too.” Makki huffs before then both break into laughter. It’s not that funny, but it’s what Mattsun needed. He doesn’t stop until he’s hunches over, clutching his side and trying to blink away tears, completely breathless. His eyes never leave his friends and that makes it better, makes his body feel warmer.

“Don’t open an umbrella inside; it’s bad luck,” the brunette reaches out a hand and Makki takes it.

The others always talked about holding girl’s hands and enjoying the size difference, enjoying how tiny they felt. They liked the delicate fingers, the thin palms, but Mattsun never really understood it.

Makki’s hands were the same size as his. Coarse and dry, a bit calloused on the palms, and they fit perfectly together with his. His fingers are thick, still sweaty and warm from practice, and yet Mattsun wants them interlaced with his own. Makki squeezes, rubbing his thumb along with lines of his palm like he knows exactly what Mattsun’s thinking about, before pulling himself up.

“Bad luck doesn’t exist, dude.” Makki twirls the umbrella, “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“I hope not.” Mattsun adjusts his grip and does exactly what he wants to, squeezing his fingers in between his best friend’s.

“So, did you forget your umbrella?”

Mattsun’s umbrella sits in his locker. It’s sitting there in the open, a bright Seijoh blue. They both see it, they both know it’s there. Mattsun reaches in and pulls on his shoulder bag with a shrug. Then, he silently closes the locker.

“Yeah,” he lies. The lie makes the next part easier to explain to the others, “I was going to wait until the rain stopped.”

Their hands are still joined. He tries not to fixate on the warmth.

“Nah, don’t be stupid,” Makki starts walking and Mattsun follows. He knows the drill by now. “Share with me. I’ll walk you home.”

They step out into the downpour, shoulders pressed into each other, only half covered by the tiny umbrella. They occasionally squeeze each other’s hand, a silent acknowledgement. I know what this means, it says, I know you didn’t need me to walk you home. I know we just needed an excuse.

“My bookbag’s getting soaked, Hiro.”

“Then switch arms, dumbass.”

“Then I couldn’t-” Mattsun chokes on his words as something clatters behind them. He quickly swivels, checking to see if the campus was empty, only to be greeted by emptiness. The rain fogs up the street, giving them a curtain of privacy. This thing between them, whatever it was, was just for the two of them.

“It’s just us, Issei,” Makki cackles, “You worry too much.”

He sighs and continues forward, “I just don’t want people talking.”

“Some friends, like us, are just touchy, it’s no big deal.”

Mattsun dips down and presses his forehead against his friend’s temple suddenly. The humidity of the rain doesn’t hide the long, warm breath Makki lets out at the touch, and the rain doesn’t hide how his eyes flutter shut. Solitude makes him bold.

“Yeah,” Mattsun whispers, lips so close that they almost brush against his cheek. It’s plump, dusty pink that almost matches his hair. “I’m just touchy, I guess.”

Makki nuzzles into the touch. “Your future girlfriend is gonna love that about you.”

“Don’t say stupid things like that.” Mattsun whispers, tugging him closer by the arm until they’re chest to chest. Being wet makes the fabric seem thinner and the space between them seem smaller.

The other guys always talk about short girls: dipping down to kiss them, having their girlfriends stand on their toes for a kiss, feeling big and strong compared to them.

Makki’s face is level with his. It'd be so easy.

“I don’t want a girlfriend.” Mattsun says.

“Oh yeah?” Makki flashes his typical grin, “Then what do you want?”

3:24 Two full hours before his alarm. Mattsun stares at the texture of his ceiling and tries to think about nothing. His hand feels empty. It’s unfair of his brain to remember that moment so vividly. It’s a meaningless memory, something that should have been long forgotten, but god, his brain refuses to let it go. If he closes his eyes, he can still feel the smooth, supple skin against his nose, smell the hint of aftershave Makki bought from the corner store. He flips the pillow and buries his head into the cool side. He tries to think about nothing. Makki's eyes were so sunken in, so flat. It makes his stomach churn to think about it, to think about how he’s dying. He gives up and pulls his phone from the side table. Why does he care? They don’t talk anymore. Makki just wants him to help plan a stupid party. They don’t mean anything to each other. Not anymore. Mattsun checks Twitter. The top trending story is about a breakthrough in neuroscience, but his eyes won’t focus to read it. Exhaustion makes him stupid. His hands shake when he opens his texting app. He tells himself he's texting Midori, but he types in a new number instead. One he knows by heart.

mi>hey mi>could you do breakfast

ht>who dis?

ht>i told you to lose my number yuuji

mi>not yuuji

mi>issei

ht>lmaooooo sorry ht> the old place at 9?

mi>k mi>... why are you awake

ht> headache. ht> why are YOU

Mattsun doesn't answer. He just stares at the ceiling again.

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years

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ishqbaaz 09.10.17 lb

“SOMEHOW I MANAGED TO GET IT” - please shivaay, who do you think you’re kidding, we fully know you got this report and subverted the legal system the way you usually do; the time-tested and winning combination of bribery and threats.

what is anika even doing in the room rn? didn’t we see her storm out, as witnessed by pinky???? and now she’s back as if this is a continuation of that scene? kuch bhiii.

look at these two huddling behind the couch like a coupleeee of idiot childrennnnn. MY IDIOT CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh no, can pinky hear his khusar pusar???? OUFF SHIVAAY WHY ARE YOU THE ABSOLUTE WORST AT THIS GAME?????????????

OMFG ANIKA SHUSHHHHHHHHHHHHH

greaaaaaaaaat time for hair to get stuck in his watch.

OUFF THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC MOMENT YAHAN JAAN PE BAN AAYI HAI AUR TUM LOGON KO O JAANA MOMENT SOOJ RAHA HAI

it’s not even her real hair anyway 🙄🙄🙄🙄

KABHI NA AANE WAALA POLITENESS ANIKA SE AAJ PHOOT PHOOT KE BAAHAR AA RAHI HAI RIGHT IN TIME TO GET THEM CAUGHT

lmaoooooooo the way he hit her on the head exasperatedly/affectionately. ugh these two are so adorable.

omg she’s so cuteeeee. i can’tttt handeeee when she’s being this stinking cute. GODDAMNIT SHIVAAY, WIFE HER AGAIN. ONE MORE TIME. SHE DESERVES IT.

hubs is talking about something else, but wife’s mind is all on the ROMANCE.

“kyunki meri nayi nayi shaadi hui hai, isliye mujhe romance sooj raha hai.”

unsaid: ‘also, my husband just straight up abandoned me on the wedding night, so i’m horny af.’

“mujhe kisi mahapurush ne kaha tha... actually apne ghar pe woh om hai na, ussi ne kaha tha... ki sabar ka phal meetha hota hai.”

yeah let’s see how you like that concept when she cockblocks you the next time you’re in the mood.

koiiiiiiii blushhhhh kar raha haiiiiii

um, where’s tanya???? is this while she went out to make her call to her bairi piya, bada bedardi (henceforth known as BPBB)???

LITERALLY NO ONE CARES ABOUT THISSSSSSS STUPIDDDD MILLLLLLLLL BS WE HAVE A MILLION OTHER PROBLEMS LIKE ABHAY BEING WEIRD AND GAURI HAVING LEFT AND RUDRA HAVING GONE FULL ON BATSHIT INSANE

lol ok anika you’re the worsttttt at this. i relate with shivaay’s parde ke peeche waala frustration.

why do punjabis seem to take getting sick as a personal offence like it’s some kinda moral failing on their part? we all have immune systems that fail us occasionally. no shame in that!

JHOOOOTI REPORTTTTTTT. OUFF BILLU KAHIN SE REPORT UTHA LEE AAYA HAI AUR WOH BHI FARZIII

tanya doesn’t like it when the tables are turned on her.

lol billu’s going to get one whole generation of oberois arrested.

OOOOH BHAVYA’S GONNA KICK ABHAY’S ASS. YOU GO GIRL!

like he cute and all, but he diiiiiiiiiiiirty. i’m fully on my girl’s side.

look at this insouciant motherfucker. so dapper. much stylish. wow.

BITCH DON’T TRY TO PLAY BHAVYA PRATAP RATHORE.

oh damnnnnn, abhayyyy’s gooood.

damn, abhay and bhavya kiiiiiiiiiiiinda make a cute pair? already more chemistry in this takraar than any scene she’s had with rudra.

abhay’s maniccccc eyed look is taking some of the cute sheen off him.

bromance toh suna tha, lekin this boy has a serious case of brobsession.

song dedication from gauri kumari sssarma to omkara singh oberoi:

no she’s not gonna pick up. stop being a pain in her ass.

ooooooooooh shivaay’s here. he’s going to find out (eventually) what this fucker did to his little chiraiyya and he’s NOT. GOING. TO. BE. HAPPY.

LOOK AT THIS FUCKER:

“haan bilkul! sab theek! i didn’t call my wife a philandering adultering whore and make her dump me or anything ahahaha ohgodimdeadhesgonnakillmewhenhefindsout”

yeah you best convince him everything’s fine, awfulkara singh oberoi.

pyaar??? shivaay don’t waste your breath, this fucker doesn’t know shit about pyaar.

THE DISAPPOINMENT AND JUDGINESS IN SHIVAAY’S EYES AT OMKARA. I AM LIVVVVVVVVING FOR IT. YAS BADE BHAIYYA. YOU REP YOUR CHIRRAIYA.

omkara you fucking idiot did you not listen to her when she said she went for those classes on recommendation from shivaay? ugh. men.

ok shivaay, if YOU knew that omkara didn’t care, they why did you put her in the classes in the first place?

ok i know why you did but... whatever. ab gade murde kyun ukhaadna.

“AS A HUSBAND, YOU FAILED!”

YAAAAAAAAAS SHIVAAAAAAY, READ HIM THE RIOT ACT FUCK HIM UP, THROW SOME PUNCHES EVEN!!!!!

also you know you fucked up maaaaajorly when SHIVAAY of all ppl says that you are a failure of a husband in bold italics underlined voice.

“koi nahi. galtiyaan sudhaari bhi jaa sakti hai.”

unsaid: ‘yeah like, look at anika and me! we’re in love now! and you didn’t even threaten to blow up her mom or anything! this is totes fixable, bro!’

“GO AND GET YOUR WIFE BACK. NOW. OR IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL. COZ I HONESTLY LOVE HER MORE THAN I LOVE YOU.”

lmaooooo please om, like you and rudra have everrrrr been helpful in such matters. shivaay’s been handling this shit alone since day 1. and now he has anika. you losers would just get in their way and slow them down.

time for dil boley oberoi part two???????

UGH I DON’T WANT HER TO TAKE YOU BACK

ok why are all these asshole desis juding bhavya?

whut??? gaddaaar? how?

lmao what nonsense. an officer of the bhavya’s stature doesn’t need to live in someone’s house as a paying guest. she’s an ACP. she’d be given her own (rent free) quarters as part of her job benefits.

god i hate judgey desi community sooooo fucking much.

fuckkkkk abhay and rudraaaaaa soooo much. ugh. I HATE SUCH CREEPY BRO CODE FUCKERS.

EVERY TIME ABHAY SAYS “APNE BHAIYYON KE LIYE MAIN... KUCHHHHHH BHI KAR SAKTA HOON... KUCHHHHHHH BHI”, I LOSE A YEAR OFF MY LIFESPAN

omg you guys, he does the phone spinning thing like shivaaaaaaay. WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEANNNNNNN?!!?!?!?

if shivaay was a little older, i’d be willing to put money on the fact that he was shivaay’s secret son or something

ok not gonna lie, heart twinged a little to see that asshole singh oberoi has picked up and brought those threee pieces of the card and reads it over and over.

DETERMINED HAIR FLICK.

damnnnn son, blue is yourrrrrr colour.

it’s that time of the day when i send up thanks to the lord for sending this fine fine specimen of manliness down to bless us all.

“aaj aisa achaanak kya ho gaya jo shivaay ne humein ek saath bulaaya hai??”

LMAO WHAT DO YOU MEAN??????? SHIVAAY CALLS THESE FAMILY MEETINGS EVERY THREE DAYS

what a way to make an entranceeeeeeee

judgey look of judging: ‘what the fuck did you old motherfuckers doooo 25years ago??? i can’t smash with my wife thanks to this fuckery. i’ve had a raging case of blue balls for over 6 months now.’

WHY IS HE DOING THIS IN THE FUCKING LIVINGGGG ROOOM, LIKE TANYA IS RIGGGGHT AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE

look more shadyyyyy, jhanvi.

sound more shadyyyy, shakti.

lol tej and pinkyyyy’s totally casual shrugs. so believable.

yeh ladka toh inko jail bhijwaaake hi maanega. and i for one, AM THRILLED. THESE FUCKERS HAD IT COMING.

lol pinky v/s dadi face drama.

oh wow, they actually remembered that whole custom of “the oberoi men fast too” from last year and are keepin it consistent this year!

WHUT? DADI REMEMBERING THERE’S A DOOSRI BAHU GAURI IN THIS HOUSE AS WELL? FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!

tanya’s here to demand some sargiiiii as well. girl, go ask your bairi piya’s mummmy.

lmaoooooooo even pinky is likeeee WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

LOLOLOL PINKY’S EYEROLL

... isn’t this the bathroom???? why is she just... strolling in so casually??? WHY DIDN’T HE LOCK THE DOOR????

LMAO HER CACKLE. I AM SCREAMING.

snort, the buttons are on allllll wrong.

haaaaye what a sharmeeeela billuuuu. he can’t deal with wife’s total lack of boundaries and sharam.

I AM LIVING FOR ANIKA INTIMIDATING HIM VIA TEASING

my suspicions are confirmed. hubs has moved into this guest room with wife.

i can’t stop laughing at that one biggggg loop the shirt is making.

“aap bhi toh mere hi hai na?” awwwwwwwwww!

he’s speechless from the sweetness! so cute!

“baahar operation theater ki tarah laal batti thodi hai” hahahahahaha

I AM TRULY LIVINGGGGGGGGGG FOR ANIKA TEASING THE FUCK OUTTA SHY SINGH OBEROI

“mujhe pata nahi tha ki mera aap pe AISA asar hota hai” - pointed look downwards. OMFGGGGGGGGGGG

“upar. neeche nahi dekh rahi, upar.” LOLOLOL

SHE’S GONNA UNBUTTON HIS SHIRT AND FIX IT FOR HIM!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?! LORD ABOVE I’M NOT READY FOR THIS OH GOD I’M NOT

anika’s recovered admirably and is chattering away to a dozen but husband is paralyzed with lust and shock. mostly mind-numbing lust though.

lmao she actually had to SHAKE him outta ittttt.

OMGGGGG IS HE ACTUALLY SCREAMING FOR KHANNA’S HELP. IN THE BATHROOM. TO COME SAVE HIM FROM FEELING HORNY FOR HIS WIFE.

MATLAB.... AT THIS POINT, JUST TELL ME WHAT’S *NOT* IN KHANNA’S JOB PROFILE COZ THAT’LL BE A SMALLER LIST.

“merry karwa chauth! karwa chauth... mubarak?”

how very secular of you, shivaay.

oh no. challllllllllenge. underestimating of fasting abilities. shivaaaay you’re gonna regret this.

what even is your face, you fucking idiot???

both you fuckers are gonna fast and you know it.

OUFF TANYA GIVE A MAN A MOMENT OF PEACE IN THE BATHROOM AT LEAST!

lmaooooooooooooooo his impression of talking on the phone.

“DON’T LOOK DOWN!”

how can one not look down when you’re shoving your phone in your pants like that?

god shivaay, you’re acting sooooooooo shaaady. you’re so terrible at this.

what? why was that tub fullllll of water when everyone’s bathed and done for the day????

thank god for this mysterious caller forever saving their asses.

ok shivaay calm the fuck down, i’ve never seen you panic like this the million times you shoved her into THE POOL?????????

“MAIN DALOONGA UNGLI!!!!!!”

omfg this man has lost it. caring ki bhi ek hadh hoti hai.

“I’M PUTTING YOU IN A HEADLOCK BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

pft silly anika, ceiling pe spiderman chipakta hai, superman nahi.

thanks for confirmation and backup, shivaay.

“kyunki tumhari andar meri jaan hai.”

wife is not leaving any mauka to do awwwww and tease husband today.

yup this def. looks like abhay who’s tanya’s BPBB to me.

tanya’s reached the end of her rope and is like fuck your mission. i like. you tell him girl!!!!!

“yeh jo vrat rakha hai lambi umar ke liye, yeh lambi umar qaidddd na ban jaaye”

lmaoooooooo pinkyyyy

this is soooo shivaay’s plan to get the truth outta the buddhelog, and lmao tej face be like YEH LADKA TOH MARWAA KAR HI CHODEGAAA

lol this poor servant gets yelled at every time she comes with fooood

why isn’t tanya calling pinky MUMMMMYYYYYYYYJIIIII

arre, shivaay doesn’t consider her his wife acc. to the drama. she still is in the house as shivaay’s wife??? why would she not fast??

OMFG THIS FUCKER TAKING TANYA’S SIDE.

“billu? kya chal raha hai tum dono ke beech mein???” “kuuuuuuuch bhi nahi??? aur vrat toh bilkul bhi nahi!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.

“waaah kya khushboo hai! khushboo se yaad aaya mera conference call hai!”

snort. fuckingggg idiot.

omg shivaay’s actually feeding some servant HAATH SE. this man has fucking lost it.

also poor khanna has been tarsofying for such a display of affection from his shivaay sirrrr. why isn’t he getting any love? bechaaara.

GAURI’S HOMEEEE!

ughhhhhh this MAAAAAAAAAA is so irritating.

this pooor girlllllllll, lying through her teeeeth to her cluelessss mom. *sighs and holds gauri forever, while cussing out omkara’s existence and wishing the plagues of egypt upon him*

anika, you’re FASTING. how do you have so muchhhhh energy to be snoopinggggg? i don’t have energy for basic life functions even on a full stomach.

also, could please stop ruining the dude’s piss poor attempts at surprises (or in this case, falling into a trap that he’s setting for you.)

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