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“ bust your windows ” || cheater!headcannons

“ you should feel lucky that that's all I did. ”

synopsis: this fool underestimated just how little you tolerated cheaters.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. light violence, cheating, diff ways reader deals with it, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of a foursome, and i think that’s it. feel free to lemme know if i missed anything! ッ

notes: @bagels-yummm this one’s for YOU. after reading their post about reader never showing that R A G E when it came to being cheated on, i couldn’t agree more. even tho my recent story involving that very premise didn’t have that sweet revenge plot, i am here to contribute! hope you enjoy ♡

BUST HIM UP: PHYSICALLY

For those who want to really let him have it, you’d confront his cheating ass the moment you found out. Right as he was having a cute little lunch with his side piece, you came barreling through the door with a sardonic grin spread across your face; the instant horror on his brought you great satisfaction.

“‘At the gym’, huh? Didn’t know the gym sold fucking croissants!”

He abruptly stood, spluttering, already trying to do damage control. But you were a raging hurricane, and he was a shitty apartment that didn’t have the correct insurance. Before he even got the chance to spew some bullshit excuse, he’s met with scorching hot reality hitting him square in the face. Not only did you throw his drink on him, but his little date’s as well, and both were still fresh. He screamed bloody murder, hands trembling as he held his boiling skin. It wasn’t hot enough to actually melt it off, unfortunately, but his sounds of agony sufficed.

Everyone in the cafe merely watched with mixed reaction, some enthralled whilst others felt the authorities should be called. You couldn’t care less, too busy chucking the napkin holders and decorative potted-plants at him now that he was immobilized.

“Yeah, yeah, you piece of shit! You like that? How that karma feel, huh? Wanna fuck other bitches, hm?”

By now, he was curled up on the ground. His side piece had long vanished, not wanting to stick around knowing your wrath would be directed at them next. After publicly humiliating him, you caught your breath and gazed down at his cowering figure with pure distain. He groggily begged for forgiveness, claiming it you had it all wrong, but you weren’t born yesterday. You scoffed incredulously—Did he think you were stupid? As if you didn’t have receipts.

The photos, the messages, the fact he was dumb enough to let them use the Netflix account YOU paid for. And now, he wanted to insult your intelligence? Please.

Without hesitation, you spat on him.

Was it necessary? Probably not. But neither was cheating on someone you claimed to love more than anything, and clearly didn’t mean it. You were gonna have to carry that hurt for the rest of your life; he should be grateful you didn’t do more.

“Don’t bother coming back for your stuff. I already burned it all.”

SHINICHIRO, takemichi, chifuyu, kazutora, OIKAWA, kyotani, tanaka, kageyama, kenma, HAWKS, mirio, denki, SHINSOU, deku, twice, [insert anyone else who would fit].

BUST HIM UP: MENTALLY

For those who want to play the long game, you’d act none the wiser to his infidelity. It stung like nothing you’ve ever experienced before when you caught him in bed with some whore, and it took every ounce of your willpower not to set it on fire with them still in it. Because, deep down, you knew men like him only learned the hard way.

And you planned on making him suffer.

You started by acting real sweet with him. Months of you cooking him full course meals, giving him unprompted blowjobs, massaging his aching muscles after a long day, the whole nine yards. He thought he died and went to heaven, so much so that he saw his little plaything less often now that his lovely s/o started pampering him. Man’s was so confident that he was getting away with it, he got sloppy; let his guard down.

“Honey, can I use your phone real quick? I need to look up a recipe, but I think I left mine in the car.” You asked, fluttering your lashes with cute pout on your face. He didn’t think twice, especially not when you looked at him so sweetly. But once he turned his back, your burning gaze was filled with anything but.

The doorbell rang later that evening, and you were nearly done with dinner. He raised a brow, gaze lingering on the door—Neither of you were expecting anybody, to his knowledge. As you were chopping up the last of the vegetables, you venomously called out to your boyfriend, “Answer it.”

His lips pursed at your tone, but chose to ignore it. Doing as instructed, he lazily made his way to the door. At first, he figured it was just a neighbor, but when he checked the peephole...his blood ran cold. Practically ripping the door off its hinges he hurriedly came outside and shut it right behind him, back pressed against it as he stared bewilderedly at his side piece standing before him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He lowly hissed, harshly grabbing their upper arm in mild panic. “I told you to never come around here again, are you out of your goddamn mind?”

The person blinked, startled but also confused. “What are you talking about? You were the one who begged me to come over. Said you dumped that nagging bitch and finally kicked them to the curb.”

“What? I never—” he paused. Then, realization hit him like a bus. But, before the dread could even build in his stomach, the door opened behind him. A cold chill ran up his spine.

“Oh, great! You made it just in time for dinner. My name’s [_______], the nagging bitch. So nice to finally meet you.”

RAN, RINDOU, baji, hanma, wakasa, mikey, kokonoi, izana, smiley, IWAIZUMI, mattsun, atsumu, suna, bakugou, sero, dabi, [insert anyone else who would fit].

BUST HIM UP: EMOTIONALLY

For those who want to twist the knife, you did the one thing you knew would fuck him up HEAVY. And that was to trample on his already fragile ego.

He was very possessive, never took kindly to those with wandering eyes whenever it came to you. Always worried someone better would take you away from him, and it got worse when it came to his friends. You reassured him numerous times that it would never happen, promising that he was more than enough for you.

Sadly, the sentiment wasn’t mutual.

He tried to hide it from you, but eventually the guilt became unbearable. And so he came clean. This man sobbed. Cried full on ugly tears and blubbered nonsense as you fought to keep your own composure. You felt sick. After everything you did for him—Boosted his confidence, made him feel special, and where did that leave you? Broken-hearted, with grown man tears staining your good sweater.

Nothing he said was going to ease this kind of pain, and he knew that. So when you walked away, he figured that would be the last he saw of you. But, that was far from the truth.

When you showed up to his apartment unannounced a few days later, he was shocked. He already looked like complete shit, and judging based on your expression, you thought so, too. He wanted to question why you were here, but before he could get a word out, your lips roughly claimed his own as you held him by the nape. He wasn’t prepared for the clash of teeth and tongue, soft whines leaving him as you pushed him inside and toward the bedroom, distracting him from the impending shadows that trailed in behind you.

The next thing he knew, he was tied to his bed, looking about ready to succumb to the best hate-sex of his life. However, what he didn’t expect to see were a few of his closest friends entering the room. There’s an unspoken tension that develops, alarms sounding off in his head as the last one shuts the door and locks it. What were they doing here? Why were they looking at you like that? Those same alarms only grew louder as they each wordlessly stripped off their clothes, with you soon following suit. Starting to struggle against his restraints, his heart began to pound against his chest; he didn’t consent to a foursome.

He immediately made that known, but you merely chuckled. The sound made his stomach turn in the worst way. When he went to demand explanation, you shoved your underwear in his mouth. Despite his better judgement, homie couldn’t help how hard he got from the situation, letting out a weak moan as your hand gripped his jaw and squeezed.

You leaned over his vulnerable form, grin sharp as you glowered down at him while he struggled against the tight knots. He saw a glint in your eye that held anything but good intent—And with your next few words, he couldn’t have been more correct.

“They’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to watch.”

ANGRY, draken, mitsuya, sanzu, KAKUCHO, tendo, kuroo, BOKUTO, akaashi, osamu, hinata, NISHINOYA, sugawara, todoroki, kirishima, TAMAKI, shigaraki, [insert anyone else who would fit].

#🍁wasabi #tokyorev #tokyorev scenarios #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers #hq #haikyuu #hq scenarios #hq headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #mha #mha scenarios #mha headcanons

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when they come across a cat - hq boys

wc ━ 636

type ━ k. tetsurou x gn!reader, b. koutarou x gn!reader, k. kenma x gn!reader, o. tooru x gn!reader (separate)

tw ━ n/a

✎ i love my cat, and when i was watching him look out the window, i came up with this set of scenarios for our haikyuu boys. dw, i am still working on finishing the rest of the requests so i can open the ask box again. lmk if you want to see more though, and i hope you enjoy!

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➽ KUROO easily attracts cats anytime he walks or goes for jogs around the neighborhood. As a result, he carries treats in his pocket to feed the hungry felines. However, when he reached the front door of your shared home, Kuroo noticed a small, black kitten with bright, yellow eyes walking up to the porch ahead of him.

He couldn’t resist, so he picked up the cat and entered the house. When you looked up from the TV in your living room, you spotted your partner carefully walking up to you, and instantly, your eyes widened. Needless to say, the two of you kept the cat that oddly looked similar to a certain rooster-haired former middle blocker.

➽ BOKUTO would be the quietest he has ever been as he’s entering your shared home. You’re usually cooking dinner in the kitchen for when Bokuto comes back from his volleyball practice and are used to the boisterous sound of your partner entering the house.

However, when you heard the front door open and close with not even a single shout towards you, you turned curiously in that direction. Bokuto quietly greeted you as he entered the kitchen, carefully holding onto a tiny, tabby kitten. When you questioned your partner about the origins of the kitten, he told the story about how he found the kitten cuddling with his fresh, warm clothes in his gym bag. You looked down at the cat, and the multi-colored haired kitten stared at you with big, round, blue eyes. Just as you were about to make your decision, you looked up to find a matching set of eyes peering over at you. It’s very hard to say no to two pairs of cutesy eyes.

➽ KENMA was streaming when he spotted a feline from the corner of his brownish eyes. His window was open to allow some of the cold, night air in as he was streaming since it was hot in his office. Kenma had never expected to see a cat try to squeeze itself through the small opening between the window and the windowsill. He had to ask chat whether he should bring the cat inside, and a string of positive replies rolled down one of his monitors.

So, he proceeded to take his headset off and bring the cat inside of the office, showcasing it to the camera that was set up above his monitor. And, just like that, Kenma continued playing his game on stream with the kitten now comfortably sleeping in his lap. When his stream was over and you had come into his office, you were shocked to see a new member in the room. There were no words exchanged between you nor Kenma about the mutual agreement to keep the cat.

➽ OIKAWA had just escaped from the paparazzi and his screaming fans after he had won another game. It was a tradition for him to go to some restaurant near the arena he just played in to get some takeout for you and him to have dinner at home with. When he was coming out from the restaurant with the bagged food in his hand, Oikawa heard something messing around with objects in the alleyway next to the restaurant.

Curious, he walked into the alleyway, and immediately, his eyes landed on a tiny, tuxedo patterned kitten nibbling on a piece of raw, skinless fish. Oikawa carefully approached the little guy and began to untie the bag to feed him little pieces of the food he had ordered. The kitten would not stop rubbing against Oikawa’s feet and legs, so like many people, his hand reached down to pick up the cat. Needless to say, the conversation he had with you upon arriving home with a kitten was an interesting one, and thankfully, you were on board with keeping him.

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Arrows Mark Chapter 12

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The cliffside crumbled beneath your horses' hooves, it felt like you were frozen in midair and then the wind was rushing by your face, the rain pelted down on you, and all you could hear was screaming. Someone was yelling at you, someone was yelling instructions, but you couldn't hear what they were saying. It was just noise to you. All you could hear was the rushing of the wind in your ears and all you could feel was the air rushing by you as if it was attempting to lift you back up. Everything felt calm and still in those moments and you felt like you would succumb to your fate at the foot of the mountain.

Something hit you, something big and heavy hit and then you hit the side of the cliff, something had latched onto you but that wasn't what you were thinking about, all of your senses came back to you as you tumbled down along the stone hill, getting scratched and poked by any small stone that only slightly protruded from the otherwise flat and slippery stone. Looking around you could see Daichi, Akaashi and Tendou falling across from you. Going to reach out for them you hit a boulder sticking out that pushed in the opposite direction as they fell out of your sight.

Your head smashed against rocks as you continued to tumble the edges of your vision going black as the word slowly started to blur and fade away.

You felt water rushing over you as you shot up to look around you, somehow you had fallen in a stream, looking down you saw small glittering fish darting around you and a rock smeared with blood. Remembering the battering your head took, you moved your hand over your only to feel a small bump under your hair that had been crusted over in your blood. Looking down you thanked the fish before you went to stand, only you could see something had grabbed onto your hand and wouldn't let you up, you looked over expecting the worst only to find Kenma with the bottom half of his body submerged in the water and the top half resting face first on the soil. You looked down into the stream and saw the fish around Kenma looked frantic like they were trying to pull him back into the water, so you helped them.

With a little maneuvering, you were able to get Kenma to let go of your hand, flipping him over you turned him so that now his back was in the stream song with his legs, the fish spread out and then danced around him, the scales of the fish reflecting the sunlight making it look as though Kenma was surrounded by a halo of light making him look ethereal. Blinking his eyes open, he squinted trying to block out the sun from his view.

"This is a little familiar isn't it." You joked, giving Kenma your hand so that he could haul himself out of the water.

"Where is everyone else?" Kenma asked, you realised that you had forgotten about the rest of the group, looking around it dawned upon you that they were nowhere in sight.

"I guess we got separated on the fall down, let's just hope they were as lucky as we were." You answered back, now feeling guilty that they were overthought in your mind.

"We can only hope," Kenma answered back, before looking down in confusion. Following his gaze you saw the little fish bumping into your feet swimming away and then turning back to you and doing it again.

"I think they want us to follow them," Kenma spoke out, looking back up at you. Nodding your head you followed behind Kenma as the fish led the way for the two of you. The fish went on for a while, swimming madly when either of you tried to step out of the water, they only stopped when the stream of water you had been in entered into the mouth of a cave. The fish looked up at the two of you to make sure you knew to follow before disappearing into the cave ahead of you.

"I believe they want us to follow them," Kenma said before he disappeared into the darkness of the cave as well. Giving one last look to your surroundings you entered the cave and were wrapped in the darkness inside.

Suddenly there was a burst of light, joining Kenma you moved to face the direction he was facing. The entire cave wall was covered in what looked like waterfalls only they weren't just falling they were going in every direction, up, down, left, right, and in each current of water the fish that had guided you were glowing lighting up the entire cave. Then a voice spoke.

"Welcome wanderers to the cave of visions." The voice greeted you, you looked around to locate the source of the voice only for your eyes to be drawn back to the wall of water. There the fish had formed the shape of a person.

"The pools show you past, present, and future. But be warned while the pools of the past and present are set in stone the future flows freely." The spirit said.

"What pools?" You whispered out, perplexed at what you were being told. The spirit simply pointed behind you, turning around the other side of the cave lit up illuminating two stone pools one larger one that took up most of the side and seemed more like a pond than a pool, a much smaller stone pool that poured into the larger one.

"The pools of past and present," Kenma whispered walking towards the two pools.

"So that is past and present but where is the future?" You wondered aloud. Looking to Kenma he pointed up, above the present pool was a stream of water that shifted and changed currents and direction every few seconds.

"To look into the pools simply dip your finger in and tell it what you want to see." The spirit spoke out to the two of you.

Nodding Kenma walked over to the present pool, and asked to see Daichi. Seeing how it worked you walked up to a platform underneath the future stream, raising your finger to the water you pushed it in expecting something to happen, something to push you out, to stop you from seeing the future. But all you felt was the little fish jumping and swimming along your finger.

You didn't think about this, what did you want to see, what did you want to know looking around you realised what you wanted to see.

"What is my future?" You asked, suddenly it felt like you had to be knocked off your feet as you tumbled through water, swimming to the surface you broke through the water only to be standing in the bright sunlit kitchen of a cottage.

And just as the sunlight danced in the kitchen so did voices from outside, following them you went out the kitchen door down a short path into a garden. The garden was surrounded by a short stone wall covered in moss, and in front of each stone wall was a surplus of plants, to the untrained eye they would have looked like overgrown weeds, but you knew better. Each of the plants was well organised and well taken care of, but the most interesting thing you noticed was the plants growing were plants used for magic.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when something ran by you brushing by your leg. Looking you saw a young child being chased by their parent, looking more closely at the parent you realise that they looked like you. That was you, this is your cottage, and those are your plants, and that is your child, and that is Kenma picking up your child and kissing them on the forehead.

And… Kenma, why was Kenma here? Sure you liked him but you didn't think that you would stay in contact with him after all this was over, but maybe you get closer. And oh those are matching rings, you and Kenma are wearing matching rings, which means this is also Kenmas life, that this is your family.

Before you could understand the feelings that this realisation caused you, the ground gave out beneath you and you went back under the water. This time when you tried to come up it was much more difficult, the water was more turbulent and forced back down more. Then you were standing on a cold mountain.

The harsh wind reminded you of the sensation you had when you were falling except you knew that you weren't, you could feel the cold stone under your feet. You observed your surroundings and suddenly a rock flew right at you, it narrowly missed you but caused you to stumble back into a tree. Hearing voices, or what sounded like screams, you moved to the other side of it only to be met with a scene that had your stomach turning in on itself.

Kenma was lying on the ground, his robes covered in dirt and soaking up whatever liquid had begun to pool around him. You were beside him, with your hands on his chest as you cried. Walking closer you realised that the pool Kenma was lying in was his blood. Future you had your hands pressed against his chest trying to stop the bleeding as blood stained your hands.

Kenmas hand reached up and grabbed your arm, he started speaking but you couldn't hear what he was saying. You tried to move closer but your foot started sinking into the rock, you tried to move faster but that only sped up the sinking. Just before you were completely engulfed by the stone you saw Kenmas hand go limp, as future you let out a blood-curdling scream.

Then you back tumbling through the water once again only this time when your feet touched down on stone you weren't in some unknown solution you were back in the cave.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #fantasy #fantasy au #x reader #akaashi #akaashi keiji #daichi sawamura #daichi #tendou #tendou satori #Magic

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passerine-writes · 1 year

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Symbols - Chapter 42

Warnings: Komini Word count: 2413

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I finally got off of the bus with the rest of Itachiyama, feeling the relief with stretching my legs. Thankfully, we didn't have to unload the bus until we got to the hotel we were staying at, so I didn't have to worry about any bags. I decided to wear something better then sweatpants. I instead settled on ripped skinny jeans, a black shirt and an open, maroon knitted sweater. My hair pulled back in a messy bun and exposing all of my piercings.

I skipped off the bus excited but nervous, I still didn't know how to tell them but maybe I'll know in the moment. I started searching for Nekoma and Fukurodani, hoping to come across one soon. However I first found Inarizaki.

"Kaara!" I spun around and ran towards the team excitedly. I gave Osamu a hug first, the twin hugging me back with an uncommon excitement.

"Hey! I've missed you guys!" I hugged Aran next, the ace hugging me back with excitement.

"Can I get a hug?" I jokingly sighed but gave Atsumu a quick hug.

I bowed towards Kita and gave Suna a knuckle bump, knowing neither of them were fond of physical contact.

"How've ya been?" Osamu asked me.

"I've been pretty good, I want to stay and talk but I have to find my soulmates. Have you seen either team?" The grey haired twin looked at me in shock but nodded.

"Just seen Nekoma back near the entrance over there." I gave him a quick hug and bid him goodbye, promising to try and catch part of their first game.

I lightly jogged over to where he pointed, only taking me a few minutes to see the tallest in the crowd. I called out his name, a bright smile morphing on the middle blockers face. He leaned down a little bit to hug me but I did the first thing that came to mind. I kissed him.

My hands cupped his face, skimming over his jawline as my finger tips tickled the stray bits of hair. His hands planted themselves on my hips as he pulled me closer to him, our lips molding together unceremoniously. It was full of passion, love flowing over the brim from him and for once, it didn't scare me. I pulled back for air, planting myself back down flat on my feet as I stared up at him. I could hear Yamamoto hollering happily in the back, clearly happy for his captain.

"What was that for, pretty?" I took a deep breath to collect myself, the incessant smirk staying on his face now.

"I've been putting off thinking about it but I like you, all of you." He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss that left me wanting more.

"About time you realized how you felt, little atom." I blushed a bright red, trying to ignore the happy tingles shooting up from his hands. I rolled my eyes and stepped over to Kenma, the setter pulling me into a hug.

He wore a mask since he gets sick so easily after grueling games, but I ignored it was there and removed the issue. I pulled his mask down under his chin and cupped his jaw with the other hand, pulling him into a slow and soft kiss. When I pulled back, his face was bright red and he used his hair as a curtain while he rested his forehead against my own.

"So does this mean..." I nodded a little.

"Yeah, I wanna try to this out, be more then just four boyfriends and their girl best friend." He gave a barely there smile, but a smile nonetheless. He tucked his mask back up and Tetsurou pulled me in under his arm, flush against his side.

"Didja get to see the real sky tree this time? Country bumpkin crows." I looked in front of us confused, seeing another team with the name Karasuno on their jackets. I recalled the stories I'd heard about the golden week training camp and their practice match, if memory serves me right, the ginger haired kid is Hinata and the tall kid is Tsukishima.

"Why do all the city boys have hot girls?!" I shirked a bit at the bald kids statement.

"Tets, he's a mohawk-less Yamamoto." He stifled out a laugh and nodded. On cue, the bald kid came running up to me.

"YOU'RE SO PRETTY." I stared at him blankly, completely unamused and too used to Yamamoto.

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm not interested." He fell backwards and another guy picked him up.

"Tanaka, cut it out!"

"Yeah baldie, she's our soulmate. Sorry, not happenin'." I felt my face heat up as we started heading inside.

It was chaotic inside, to say the least. Teams among teams piled inside the stadium, it was so compact and overwhelming, however the to Nekoma boys stayed close.

"KAARA!" I faltered at the sound of my name but quickly recognized Komori and gave him a hug. "I thought we lost you! We couldn't find you anywhere!" I let out a strained laugh, not a fan of the crowd. "Yo! Kageyama! 'Sup?" I wormed my way through the crowd, offering Sakusa a reassuring nod as I saw him hiding in the corner.

"HEY, HEY, HEEEEY! HINATA! HEY!" I followed the sound of Koutarou's voice, thankful that it lead me back to Nekoma and that other school.

Keiji tucked me under his arm, helping lower my anxiety. He blushed brightly when I placed a kiss to his cheek. The setter sent me an incredulous look, happy but perplexed that I made a move.

"Kaara!" Koutarou came up and gave me a hug from behind. I spun around and kissed him, his arms tightening around my waist at the action. "AGHAAASHIIIII! SHE JUST- KAARA KISSED ME!" I hid my giggles in his chest before I turned around and gave Keiji a prop kiss on the lips, the action chaste and quick but it still left me breathless.

"Kaara." Keiji stepped forward, his chest almost touching mine while my back was flush to Koutarou's. "Does this mean you're ready?" I nodded, ducking my head to hide my blush but the setter wasn't allowing that. His thumb and forefinger angled my head up by the chin as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips barely ghosting over my own as he waited for a moment, seemingly still testing the waters until he closed the millimeter of a gap. It was soft and gentle, everything Keiji is enraptured into one singular kiss. He pulled away with a smirk, watching through hooded eyes as I chased the kiss slightly.

Eventually, the boys had to go for the introduction of all the teams. I went to the Nekoma game first, finding a spot close enough to the rail but not too far away that I couldn't see. Their first game is against Kiyokawa. I watched dig after dig and spike after spike. The rallies continuing longer than normal. I saw some boys from that school earlier, Karasuno, sit near me and I waved at them to be polite. Their captain and, by the looks of it, the third years, made their way over with food.

"Hey, you're Kuroo's soulmate, right?" The one with silver hair asked.

"One of them, yeah. I'm Burukiku Kaara, it's nice to meet you three." They went around introducing themselves, and with each name I have a vague memory of the boys talking about the summer training.

"I'm sorry about Tanaka, we've been trying to reign him in for years now. I'm just glad he didn't ask to marry you on the spot." I looked to Daichi confused. "He asked our manager, Kiyoko, to marry him the first time he saw her." My eyes widened and I stifled a laugh.

"I'm glad he didn't ask that, Yamamoto already beat him to the punch a few years ago."

"Mohawk guy?" Asahi asked, I simply nodded and watched his eyes widen drastically. "He really is mohawk Tanaka." I laughed even harder, not able to stop it. Thankfully I turned in time to see their winning point. I stood and cheered, Tetsurou sending me a wink and I fought the blush on my face. Kenma looked utterly exhausted and I felt bad for him.

"Sorry, I have to run and catch the Fukurodani game. Congrats on winning your first round!" The three thanked me and I made haste getting to the subarena. I got there right after a sinking feeling settled in my stomach, I stood near the court, not wanting to fight my way up to sit. Fukurodani called their first time out seven points in and that made me concerned since it was still the first set. Keiji saw me right as I came in and he mouthed the word 'six'. I chewed on my lip anxiously, I wouldn't be able to go over there because it's an official game. "Kou!" The owl head turned around and smiled widely. "All eyes are on you here, go kick some ass!" Keiji stepped in and said something else to him and then he was at least more level headed and the time out ended.

I watched as they slowly gained more and more points back, working up a tie of fifteen to fifteen. Suddenly the ginger haired kid, Hinata, from Karasuno, was next to me and calling out to Koutarou holding a shirt that Kou has. Keiji said something and pointed out Hinata to him and suddenly, he was back in the game. Another kid with olive toned hair was beside Hinata, the ginger haired kid looking at me with excitement.

"You're Kaara!" I looked at him with wide eyes and slowly nodded. "AHHH! You're so cool! Bokuto talks about you so much! This is Yamaguchi Tadashi!" I waved to the shy boy who was clearly out of his social element, I could unfortunately relate to the panic. "Woah! He hit it right on the line!" I looked back to the court and fixated on the game. Every time a point was scored, Kou cheered and finally, he won with a line shot and straight sets. He ran over to the barrier and jumped over it, pulling me into a very sweaty hug.

"Would you look at this ladies and gents, Bokuto Koutarou has another lover who was cheering on the side for him and there she is!" I buried my face into the nape of his neck to hide my blush, not enjoying all the attention, especially on national television. Keiji came over next to us and Kou pulled him into the hug, placing a kiss on the tops of our heads before cheering again.

"I'm proud of you both, you all did amazing." Keiji gave me a kiss on the cheek and Kou squeezed us a little harder before I started back to try and find Itachiyama. They were exempt from the first round, so they showed up to try and see who they would be up against tomorrow.

However, I ended up finding Inarizaki instead. I jogged over to them excitedly, the Miya twins and Aran spotting me first and meeting me halfway. I opened my arms for another hug, Aran beating the twins and hugging me as the rest of Inarizaki came over. Atsumu gave me a quick hug after, followed by Osamu. As the second twin was hugging me, Itachiyama came over.

"Get the hell off of my sister, scrub." I let go of Osamu and turned to Komini, some of the guys already trying to tell him to back off. Sakusa looked completely and utterly uncomfortable while Komori looked like he had too many emotions to process.

"What'd ya just call me?" I looked up at Osamu, worried about his change in tone.

"A scrub. What, are you so dumb from being so close to Hiroshima that you don't know what it means?" I glared at my half brother, not knowing why he felt the need to pick a fight over this.

"The only scrub I see 'round here is you." Komini's face settled into one of anger and disgust.

"Komini, just drop it. I'm just talking to some friends." His line of sight switched to me and he looked pissed.

"His hands were all over you. Of course you're fine with that though."

"He gave me a hug. If you would just drop it already, then I'll see you on the bus." He went to take a step forward until Iizuna moved in front of him.

"Go to the bus, you and all the first and second years. We'll meet you all there." Komini grumbled something under his breath but turned on his heel with the most of the team.

"Thank you." Iizuna waved it off.

"Don't sweat it. I trust your judgement. We'll wait for you at the entrance so you can catch up for a minute." I gave him a thumbs up and turned back to the boys, one of which still looked pissed.

"Don't let him get in your head, 'Samu. You're not a scrub, he just doesn't know when to stop." He nodded, still kind of pissed about it.

"I dunno how you live with that." I shrugged before lighting up a bit.

"I brought you guys something, since you all seemed to like it last time." Osamu perked up, silently asking while the other five looked at me happily while I rifled through my tote bag. "Aran, I made your favorite too, since I didn't get to last time." I opened the bento box and let them all take their onigiri's, pointing to who got what. "Sorry that they're a little cold, I know they're better served hot." Osamu sighed happily, already eating one of his and too engrossed with it to hear what I was saying.

"'Samu definitely has some competition." I chuckled at Atsumu's comment.

"Have you ever thought about becoming a chef?" I turned to Kita in surprise.

"Uh, not in a serious aspect. It's always been more of a life skill and baking as a hobby but I never thought about making it my profession in the future." Kita took another bite of his before he responded.

"You would make an excellent chef or baker." I smiled, slightly embarrassed but slightly prideful. I didn't know how to take compliments.

"Thank you. So I take it you guys won?"

"Straight sets." Suna responded, scrolling through his phone with one hand and eating onigiri with the other.

"That's amazing you guys. I should probably run before coach comes looking for me but I'll see you tomorrow." Three of the five gave me a chaste hug again before I sped off to the bus, finding the third years at the entryway as promised and going to the hotel.

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Chapter Forty Eight

Kamehameha

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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HINATA'S P.O.V.

I feel so sick to my stomach as Oikawa pushes me toward the front of the fortress. I hardly even hear the pep talk he gives me as my stomach rumbles so loudly. Then, when he sees me off, I don't even watch. I'm too bent over clutching my stomach to see him run away.

I slowly approach the front gate and shout over the top. "Hello?! Y/N?! Are you here?!" I call out, beginning my performance.

A few moments later I see a tall man with silver hair walking closer. He's got a big frown on his face and he looks as though his soul has been torn out of his body. "Who the fuck are you?" he grumbles as he begins to make out my face in the dark.

"My name is, uh, Sato," I try to say with a smile as I flatten out my newly dyed black hair. "I was wondering if Y/N was around. She usually helps me with my-" I then am rudely interrupted by my rumbling stomach- "problems..."

"Can't you just go take a shit somewhere else?" he scoffs as he begins to turn away.

"No, wait!" I shout as I let go of my stomach to hold out my hand toward him. "I have IBS. I could get really sick if I don't take medicine and Y/N's the only one around here who knows how to help! All I need is the pills she gives me, please!"

The man stops walking and turns around to face me once more. He sighs and walks towards the gate. I notice he looks behind me, making sure I'm alone, before unlocking it and allowing me through. I thank him profusely, keeping up the act, and following him inside quietly as though I really do believe he's leading me to Y/N.

"Wow, it sure does look different around here since the last time I came! Pills only last so long, ya know! I hope she's still got my stuff," I smile up at him.

"Right," he nods halfheartedly as he leads me across the camp. This place is absolutely ginormous as far as claiming territory in the middle of an apocalypse. I can see why Y/N wants to take it back.

The silver-haired man leads me to a rundown school bus that looks like it has had its guts ripped out and replaced with nice furniture. I can't lie- it looks sick!

Inside, I see Bokuto sitting on a couch. Instantly, I feel nauseous. The first thing I can think of to do is throw my hand to my mouth and run right down the bus' steps.

"Hey, where the fuck are you going?!" the man shouts after me. He makes it to the bottom of the steps before stopping.

I continue to run off until I reach a nearby garden. There, on the half-painted fence that looks like it's been neglected for quite some time, I place my arms and let out a deep breath.

"Hey, who are you?" I then hear from not so far away. A bit relieved that it isn't Bokuto's voice, I look up to see who's calling me.

When I see a man about my size with black and blonde hair, I feel a huge weight off my shoulders. Finally, I found him. Though I felt like such an idiot for running off on that other guy, I'm glad I did it now. I've finally met Kenma.

"My name's Hinata... Please don't kill me!" I say without really thinking.

"And why are you here? How'd you even get in?" he asks as he stands up from amongst the plants in the garden.

"Someone let me in but I kinda ran off. It's a long story. Look, I was just with Y/N. She wanted me to come talk to you," I begin to explain to him.

"Y/N?" he repeats. He then looks around for a moment before walking toward the garden's gate and approaching me. "Come on, let's go to my room."

"Your room?" I then ask as he begins to walk away. "Like a house?"

"Listen, I don't know what the fuck to call it. You want me to say it's my zombie fort or something? Let's just go," he grumbles aloud as he continues to walk off.

I quickly run after him to catch up, knowing he's the only safe person to talk to around here. I already had one close call, I don't want to be caught alone for a second time.

"Hey, what's the deal with you in the garden this late anyhow?" I then ask him, unable to sit in a quiet conversation the whole way back to his 'room'.

"Do you ever shut up?" he sighs. "Stop talking or you're gonna get yourself caught, idiot!"

"Sorry!" I respond, almost gasping. I don't know what I was expecting from Kenma, but I don't think this was it.

When we finally get to a small lodging, Kenma opens the door and tells me to go inside first. He was right, it is a singular room. It looks as though he's got everything he needs in there, too. Food, medical supplies, and a bunch of other equipment. Does the group here not share with each other?

I sit down on Kenma's cot as he closes the door behind himself. He then turns toward me with a more serious face and asks, "Now what do you mean you were just with Y/N? I swear to god, you better not be fucking with her, or I'll kill you right here."

"Woah, Woah, noooo! It isn't like that! Y/N and Oikawa came to me. They told me about... about everything going on around here... Oikawa and I were in prison together with Atsumu and Bokuto."

"So?" he scoffs. "What does that have to do with me? You want me to get kicked out of this place, too? Look, Y/N is a great person and all but I don't know what the fuck I'd do without this place. I've got my own game to play."

"It was Bokuto," I then whisper to him. His eyes widen as the words sink into his brain. I hardly need to give any context, but he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Yeah, right," he scoffs as his curiosity spikes. "Are you shitting me?"

"No!" I gasp as I shake my head profusely. "No, I'm being serious. Y/N and Oikawa need your help. They want to get rid of him. Man, you should've seen how pissed off she was," I chuckle to myself. But when I see how red Kenma's face is, I can tell he's equally as mad. I don't know the full story, but my guess is that Tsukishima wasn't the only victim around here.

"So what do you say?" I ask him nervous about how he'll react.

Kenma ignores me as he begins to pack up a bunch of his things into a large camping bag. "Shut up and help!" he whispers angrily at me. I get right to my feet and begin to help. Together, the two of us pack up most of his things and get ready to leave the camp.

On our way out, we stay as quiet as we can and rush toward the same entrance where the silver-haired guy let me in. Neither of us even look back as we make a dash toward my truck where the others are waiting.

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rosesakura · 2 years

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Allow me to be greedy for the micro story thing because you said we could ask for more than one, but feel free to ignore or skip one!

5. help for Iwaoi <3

12. candles for Daisuga <3

16. in dreams for Bokuaka <3

49. nightfall for Kuroken <3

My top four ships STOP this you know I couldn’t ignore any of them <3 this was so so fun though thank you for sending these in!!

“Do you need any help?”

Oikawa looked up to give Iwaizumi a smile that hopefully hid the tears building in his eyes. “No, I’ve got it.”

He clutched the bandages tightly in his hand and tried to stop himself from moving, not wanting any more pain to shoot up his knee than there already was. He wanted to take care of this himself but his hands wouldn’t move, wouldn’t pull tight enough to help stop the swelling.

Iwaizumi knelt in front of him with eyes narrowed in curiosity, trying to sort out if Oikawa was being truthful or not. Oikawa waited, wondering what conclusion he would end up coming to.

“Do you want any help?”

Oikawa glanced down at his shaky hands, now being softly pushed out of the way by Iwaizumi’s hesitant touch. “Yes.”

12.

Suga ignored Daichi’s exasperated whine of “Suga, where are we going?” and continued to pull him by the hand into one of the abandoned bedrooms. The noises of the party downstairs disappeared as the door clicked shut but Suga could hear Daichi’s curiosity and vague irritation as he looked at him with arms crossed and an arched eyebrow.

“Give me one second,” he protested, turning his back to Daichi and clicking the lighter on, ignoring the way the metal bit into his thumb as he brought forward the flame. He turned with a flourish, careful not to let the flame go out before he could fix Daichi’s surprised face with a smile and softly say “Happy Birthday, Dai.”

He couldn’t help feeling a little smug at the complete surprise that coloured Daichi’s face and he took a step closer, holding the cupcake out in front of him. “Make a wish.”

Daichi stared at him for another moment but when he pursed his lips, he bypassed the candles completely and landed on Suga’s surprised mouth instead.

12. Bonus Daisuga!!

Daichi’s hands were sweating and he tried to return Suga’s easy smile, wondering how someone could be so collected all the time.

He wiped his palms on his pants as he watched Suga sit down across from him and begin flipping through the menu, talking cheerily about his day and wondering what food option came highly recommended. Daichi watched him like a favourite movie, everything familiar and expected but he never got tired of watching.

“Dai? I asked you a question.”

Daichi stared at him dumbly, not even attempting to try and figure out what Suga had asked him because he knew it was pointless. He watched the way the candles danced in his warm eyes and reflected off his dazzling smile, and Daichi knew that, even though this was their first date, he was already in love.

16.

“Go to sleep, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto froze, his fingers stilling on Akaashi’s forehead, where he had been brushing the hair off of his face, and looked down at him. His eyes were closed and he hadn’t moved, so Bokuto assumed he was at least partially still asleep.

He didn’t want to. After days, months, years of pining and chasing and crying, how could he simply close his eyes and fall asleep when he finally had Akaashi here, in his bed, in his arms?

It didn’t seem like his staring was distracting Akaashi from sleep so he kept his eyes open, forcing himself to stay awake because why would he want to be suspended in dreams when he had something much better at his side?

He no longer had to dream and as he tightened his arm around Akaashi, he bit his lip when he snuggled closer into his chest. Losing sleep was just fine by him.

49.

Kenma seated himself in front of his window, clutching his game system in his hands. It was cold but that didn’t matter. Every day, when nightfall crept over the street and signaled the end of the day, Kenma took up residence at his window and stared at the house across the street.

Sure enough, like every night, the light in the window on the left flicked on and off twice before the front door of the house opened and a shadowed figure sprinted across the street. Kenma unlocked his window with a flick of his fingers and waited for the customary three taps.

Kuroo swung into his room silently, like a panther on the prowl, and fixed Kenma with eyes glinting in moonlight before wrapping him in his arms and pulling him to the bed. Kenma let him drag him down on the blankets and weaved his fingers through his hair as Kuroo pressed his face into the crook between his neck and his shoulders.

“Stay here tonight,” he mumbled.

Kuroo nodded and held him tighter.

#I genuinely had such a good time writing these!#thank you so so much for the ask!#feel free to leave any thoughts in the notes!#julie #lovely asks from lovely people #cat answers!#cat writes!

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celest1all · 2 years

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kenma kozume; head to head

masterlist

chapter three: calling from beyond the grave

warnings: swearing, death, idk

summary: after taking a midnight stroll, you come across something you never expected to see

authors note: hope u enjoy idk

You woke up from your slumber, rubbing you eye with the back of your hand. It had been a few days since the news had run the story of the recent murders, and since then it had just been you in the apartment. Tanaka, Suga and Noya had left to go visit Asahi, which was their old friend. You had been invited as well but you ultimately decided to turn down the invitation.

You rose from your bed and decided to check the time, it said 23;22. It was still night time. Frowning at the phone, you went over to the curtains and opened them, only to be met with darkness.

Shrugging it off, you scrolled on your phone and clicked on Tanaka's number, hearing the incessant ring for about three chimes until a voice came from the other end.

"Oh my god," He shouts through the phone, causing you to flinch and move it away from your ear. "You're alive! Guys, she's alive!"

You assumed that he was talking to Noya, Suga and most likely Asahi. "Well, obviously I am. Unless I'm calling from beyond the grave."

Ryu could practically see the eye roll through the phone, "We thought you were dead. You weren't answering our calls, texts, anything!"

"So you thought I was dead but still decided to stay at Asahi's and not come check on me?" There was silence on the other side of the phone, "Yeah, thought so. Anyway, when are you guys back?"

Just as soon as you finished your sentence, you heard shuffling. "Hey Y/N," it was Noya, "We're back tomorrow morning,"

"Ah okay, do you guys need picking up?" They most likely would have the hang over from hell, knowing those three.

"Yes please!" Noya says excitedly, eliciting a smile from you.

"Well I guess I'll see you then! Say hi to Koshi for me." With that, you hung up the phone and threw it back on your bed.

You began to walk out of your bedroom and into the living room, briefly surveying the area to see how messy the guys left it in. It was rather tidy, save from the few beer bottles. You made a mental note to thank them and then moved towards the kitchen, feeling rather hungry all of a sudden, most likely from the fact that it was nearly midnight and you had no clue when you actually went to bed.

Once you reached the fridge, you opened it and eyed the contents; literally nothing. You made a huff of annoyance and slammed the fridge door shut. "Grocery shopping at midnight it is." You say to yourself, slightly agitated.

Picking up your jacket and purse, you walked out the front door and locked it, starting your walk to the grocery store. In fairness, it was only a ten minute walk give or take so the idea that danger was around the corner didn't really fill your mind all too much.

Once you made out of the apartment, you walked in the rather cold air. You slightly berated yourself for going out in only sweats, hoodie and a jacket. You cross your arms over your chest a continued the walk, trying to keep all the body heat confined to you..

After a few minutes of walking, you heard a noise. Normally you would mind your own damn business, but for some reason, you didn't. You turned around slightly to see if it came from behind you. When nothing come of that, you turned to look right which happened to lead straight down an alley way. The alley was dark and empty, and somehow looked even more cold than everywhere else did. Whether it be due to the eerie nature of it or because it looked like it never saw the light, you didn't know. What you did know though, was that it wasn't as empty as you previously thought. There were three people down it. Two of them were stood up whilst the other was kneeling on the floor. For a second you thought you stumbled upon three people have sex, but you were sorely mistaken.

There was a few beats of silence before a loud bang fled through your ears, making you cover them on instinct. You recognised that sound. It was a gun shot.

You watched as the person who was previously kneeling on the floor fall to the ground with a loud thud. Eyes wide, you looked up at the other two who were standing. They were both looking at you. Staring. Not taking their eyes off of you like you were some kind of prey. One was relatively shorter than the other, but you couldn't make out their faces which annoyed you.

You still hadn't moved from that place on the sidewalk, you were just stood still. Not daring to move. You couldn't even tell if you were scared, what you did know was that you were most likely in shock. What you did also know was that the two people, which you now could gather were both men, stating to walk towards you. However, just as they were about to exit the alley way, a car came past with their lights on, shining through the night. The cars headlights light up the alley way ever so slightly, just enough to expose the face of shorter man of the two. He had blond hair with dark roots.

"It's fucking you," you say breathlessly, "Tanaka isn't going to believe this."

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niksfics · 3 years

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↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

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You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

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osamiiya · 3 years

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Hi!! this is my first request ever and I really like your stories <3 if your requests are open would you mind doing a (shirabu, kuroo, iwaizumi) post time skip on going home to their s/o. Just some fluff story since I'm feeling lonely T^T (sorry if my english sucks)

Shirabu, Kuroo, And Iwaizumi coming home to their s/o

Hopefully you feel less lonely, I'm sorry this came out so late!

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers

Shirabu Kenjiro

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He's in medical school, and so he's often stressed and will study late at the library

Not to say that he enjoys being at the library, he'd much rather you be in his arms watching a movie with him

But alas, school comes first

One day he's really stressed though, he has midterms coming up and he's been at the library basically the whole day.

Shirabu honestly didn't expect for you to stay up though, the library closed at 12am and he was there right until it closed, memorizing and studying papers

He thought you were asleep, so he began to open the front door as quietly as he could, only to yell out I surprise when you opened it for him, wide awake.

"What're you doing awake." You're pressed into his chest, and he's nuzzling his face into your shoulder, feeling his stress melt away.

"I was waiting for you." You say like it was obvious and Shirabu's heart melts a little.

He nods into your shoulder and walks with you to your bedroom, plopping down on the bed with you and bringing you close.

"Kenjiro, youre still wearing your outside clothes love. Go change." Shirabu scrunches his nose at your teasing tone and the way you poke his stomach.

"I'll change later." He sighs and kisses your forehead, closing his eyes and resting.

"Ok... later." He smiles inwardly at how you cuddle into him, and the two of you fall asleep like that.

Kuroo Tetsuro

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Little shit

He's coming back home, tie slightly undone and suit jacket in his arms.

Its 10pm who looks that good without trying?

He's tired though, and you can see it in his eyes even though he gives a smirk and a wave, you can see right through him

Something happened at work with his co-workers and he was left to fix their mistakes

Which led to him working overtime, refilling out papers and editing documents that should've been don't correctly

Kuroo's cursing under his breath the whole time, his precious time with his s/o taken away from him as you would probably be asleep when he got home

He gets home and quietly heads to your shared bedroom, only to drop his bag and gasp when you're sitting in bed, earbuds in watching something on your phone

"Oh, welcome home." You take an earbud out and smile at him, bringing your hands up to beckon him over.

"You're not supposed to be awake." He's grinning though, and gladly strides across the room to kiss you gently and hold you in his arms.

The two of you stay like that for a moment as you inhale the lingering smell of his cologne.

When he pulls away he gives you a fond, sleepy smile and a kiss on your forehead before getting ready for bed.

And before you know it he's back in your shared bed, pulling you into his arms and sighing deeply, allowing himself to finally relax.

Iwaizumi Hajime

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He's stressed, the Olympics are coming up and suddenly Atsumu's shoulder hurts bc he practiced too much, Bokuto's thighs are constantly sore from running too much, and Hinata? Somehow he jammed his fingers in the gym door trying to beat Kageyama by being first.

Iwaizumi wants to come home to you and escape the worries and stress that comes with his job along with Atsumu's jokes that somehow always fall flat.

He's stretched out everyone so much that HES becoming sore.

There's papers that follow each time they come into his office and he slacked on them and they piled up and he was left thinking hard about who came in what day and why

He trudges home, and he knows you're probably up and waiting for him already, so he opens the door and calls out for you

"I'm home." His voice is slightly raspy from using it all day, and he groans as he stretched his back, placing his backpack in it's spot next to the couch.

Iwaizumi's head is the first to peak into the doorframe, and he grins at the sight of you scrolling on your phone.

"I'm home." He repeats and begins to get ready for bed, telling you all about his day and how Kageyama, in a moment of pure childishness, closed the gym door on accident on Hinata's fingers, causing chaos and shouts as Hinata laughed until he was wheezing, the whole ordeal completely hilarious to him.

You laugh along with him, the situation seeming funnier than it did in the moment.

He's pulling his night shirt over his head and laying down with you when the fatigue finally hits, one of Iwaizumi's arms coming across your torso in a sort of half hug as he listens as intently as he can to you talk about your day.

You're about halfway through when you look over at Iwaizumi and see his eyes shut and his chest rise and fall slowly.

"Sleep well Haijme."

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justauthoring · 3 years

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Lie Your Way To The Truth

Prompt: Ooh I have an idea - Bokuto being a bro and coming up with increasingly absurd heroic acts for Kuroo to impress the reader?? Like “saving” a child from “drowning”, bragging about him so on Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I very much adore Kuroo, and want you all to know I listed to a Kuroo playlist while writing this fic cause I felt it was only natural. Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x F!Reader

“There she is!”

“Honestly, Bokuto, this is absurd--!”

“Shh,” there’s a resounding clap as his hand hits his chest, “this will work.”

Your eyes scan across the entire gym, easing when you catch sight of the group of boys you’d been sent after. After the managers noticed a select few still hadn’t come to grab dinner, they’d sent you promptly on their way after them (and specifically your team’s captain) without really letting you get a word in edgewise.

Nonetheless, you hadn’t had much to complain about. Because you were all too happy to have the chance to catch up with Kuroo. He had, of course, been lately busy with training camp going on.

You catch his eye, offering a bright smile as you make your way into the gym. All eyes fall on you at your intrusion, but Bokuto being the way he always is, continues on with his conversation with Kuroo, quite loudly if you were being honest.

“It’s honestly thanks to you, man,” he sends a jab to Kuroo’s side, “that that puppy is now safe and all warm and happy in it’s new home. Without you, it would’ve probably starved, maybe even to death, and--”

Sending a look Kuroo’s way at Bokuto’s words, to which the man only blushes, you come to a stop in front of the two, as the other’s gather around them. “Hello boys,” you greet warmly, tilting your head to the side in a greeting that has Kuroo’s stomach fluttering with butterflies of all things and he’s almost completely enamored by the presence of you.

“Y/N/N!”

At least until he nearly goes deaf at Bokuto’s boisterous greeting.

Kuroo straightens out the second Bokuto’s arm leaves his shoulders, letting out a small sigh at the relief it puts on his already tired muscles. But Bokuto seems all too oblivious, his attention now fully on you as the rest stare on in wonder. Well, at least, Lev and Tsukishima seem curious, Akaashi looks like this is a daily occurrence for him.

“I did not see you come in at all,” he adds, putting a little too much emphasis on his words.

You just seemed confused, baffled even -- which was a lot given that Bokuto didn’t really make sense most of the time. And Kuroo can’t help the small smile that curls onto his lips when you once again look towards him for some kind of guidance, to which he simply shrugs, and the two of you, in his opinion, share your own little moment.

“Ah, well, anyways,” you laugh lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and Kuroo shamelessly watches the movement of your hand with great focus. “I came to grab you guys because they’re about to put dinner away and start cleaning up for the night and I didn’t want you--ahh!”

A squeak leaves your lips as you’re all but suddenly swept up into a pair of strong arms, your feet leaving to comfortable ground beneath you completely. It takes you a moment, a blink or two before you realize it’s Bokuto whose got you all wrapped up in his arms, cheering loudly; “you’re an absolute savior, Y/N/N! I’m starving!”

Frowning, Kuroo steps forward; “put her down, dumbass. Before you drop her.”

Bokuto heeds, but the second you’re back on your own two feet, a little dizzy if nothing else, he’s sending a pout the boys way. “Moo... You’re so cruel, Kuroo.” But his sadness doesn’t last as Akaashi simply reminds him the two of them better start heading towards the cafeteria before the foods all gone, pointing towards the door Lev and Tsukishima have already made their way out of.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto cheers, voice booming as he drags Akaashi along with him.

Kuroo and you watch the two run off, realizing a second later that it’s just the two of you left.

“Did you eat?” Kuroo asks you, pulling your attention on him as he moves forward.

You nod, smiling softly. “I ate with Kenma,” you explain, “and I put a plate aside for you.”

Kuroo’s eyes gleam. “How thoughtful,” he whistles, pressing a hand right above his heart before sending you a smirk. “I never thought you cared about me so much, Y/N/N.”

You flush lightly, “sh-shut up,” you huff, picking up the speed in your step. “I made one for Lev too, of course!”

But, in reality, you didn’t.

“Didn’t you save a kid from drowning once?”

It’s breakfast the next morning, and instantly you’re one sided focus on your breakfast is interrupted as Bokuto’s words drift towards you. Swallowing the food in your mouth, you look up from your spot across from the two boys, quirking a curious brow.

“You did?” You question, attention focused solely on Kuroo -- thus, you miss the sly grin that grows on Bokuto’s lips.

“Well, not--” He cuts off by a groan, Bokuto’s elbow hitting him directly in the gut and sending an unpleasant feeling throughout his entire body. Kuroo sends the boy a sharp glare, but he only responds with a harsher one, subtly tilting his head in your direction as if Kuroo was dumb.

Oh.

Oh...

so this was Bokuto’s plan? Come up with obscure heroic acts to brag about for the sake of impressing you for him... He had to admit it was a good plan, and not a complete lie. He had found a puppy once on the side of the street, but hadn’t necessarily nursed it back to health himself. And there was that one time his cousin had been drowning in the pool, but Kuroo had been too busy laughing at his misfortune to focus on saving him and oh-- what the hell.

Why not?

“I-I did, yes,” Kuroo nods, turning to you with a smirk. “My cousin.”

“That’s right,” Bokuto grins, clapping his hands. “Your mother went on and on about it that one time I came over. She wouldn’t stop gushing about how brave you were.”

Kuroo eyes you and honestly, you seem a little skeptical if the narrowing of your eyes was any telling. But, you were smiling that cute little smile of yours and you seemed amused nonetheless -- not to mention your attention was focused on him, so, Kuroo felt Bokuto’s plan, despite how odd it seemed to compliment the idiot, was actually working.

“Well then,” you smile over at Kuroo, eyes twinkling with delight. “I’ll make sure to bring you along the next time I go swimming. I absolutely suck.”

Kuroo practically beams with praise.

“Of course!”

“Isn’t it kind of bad to... lie?”

“Nah, nah, see, my padawan,” Kuroo pointedly chooses to ignore that comment, “we’re not really lying. Just bending the truth a little.”

“It still seems wrong,” Kuroo frowns, “I don’t want her to be disappointed when she learns I’m not actually that amazing of a person.”

Frowning, Bokuto’s expression turns suddenly serious at that. He promptly sets his hand on his friends shoulder, squeezing tightly in what he’s sure is a reassuring way (but honestly, Kuroo is more weirded out then anything) and sends the boy a wistful look (he just looks like an owl) before nodding; “you aren’t.”

Kuroo blinks. Once, twice, and then all but rips Bokuto’s hand off of him; “what the hell man!”

“Don’t get mad,” Bokuto cries, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just telling the truth. We’ve painted you out to be some war hero or something--”

“Hardly.”

“--And you’re definitely not--”

“We don’t know that.”

“But fear not,” Bokuto grins, sending him a thumbs up, “my plan will work.”

And honestly, Kuroo figured it was too late to back out now.

“And then he pulled a itty-bitty-kitty from burning in a house--”

“Tetsuro?”

All falls silent as you speak, and Kuroo, wincing, turns to look at you. “Yes?”

Smile never faltering, you tilt your head to the side; “can I speak to you for a minute?”

“Um,” hating the way his chest tightens and everything seems to close in on him, Kuroo forces himself to respond. “O-Of course,” he nods, moving to walk in step with you but not without sending a pointed, somewhat panicked look back at Bokuto who seems plainly oblivious to the fact that they’ve been caught in their lie as he sends him a grin and a thumbs up.

This was so not good.

You don’t stop until the two of you are out of the gym, in the cool night air, away from any prying eyes or ears to listen in on the conversation. Kuroo finds himself uncharacteristically nervous and he almost feels like he’s going to vomit as he prepares himself for your lecture.

You’d have every right, and that’s something he can’t argue against, and he curses himself because he knew he shouldn’t have let Bokuto continue spouting these absurd stories that were so clearly meant to brag and--

“You know you don’t have to make up absurd stories to get my attention right?”

And Kuroo blinks but you seem so entirely not angry that he’s stunned silent.

“I mean, I’ll admit I believed them at first,” you laugh lightly, and the sound of it is so soothing to Kuroo. “But honestly, there’s no need to try and get my attention because... because--” and then you falter, and Kuroo blinks as he notices your gaze lower and your cheeks warm, as if you’re embarrassed--

“I already notice you. Just the way you are.”

Did he... did he hear that correctly?

Was that... was that meant to be a confession?

You’d just confessed to him, and Kuroo’s so completely in his own head with disbelief that he doesn’t realize with each passing moment you’re growing more and more unsure.

“Unless,” you squeak, causing Kuroo to blink down at you. “Unless I misread the situation and you weren’t trying to get my attention. Which if that’s the case, i’m so--”

But you never finish because in the next second Kuroo’s lips are pressed firmly against your own and his arms are slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him he pours his absolutely everything into that kiss like he’s being dying to do since you walk through those gym doors three years ago.

“Yes, operation get-Y/N-to-notice-Kuroo a success!”

“What an original name...”

“Were you watching us?”

“Bokuto!”

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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hi :3 rivals au, 6, with kenma prettty pleasee? i prefer fluff and gn reader:)) but its up to u of course!! <33

A/N: First off, I love the profile picture that you used! Secondly, I love the idea that you came up with for this! I had a hard time deciding what I wanted them to be rivals for/in, so thanks for making me think about it! Also, try saying 'respective perspectives' ten times fast.

Also, I'm really sorry that this is so late! My work hours have been weird and I'm exhausted, not to mention the family stuff that I've been having to suffer through lately.

To anyone that has sent in a request but hasn't gotten anything back yet, I'm working on them, I promise! Some of them are really making me think, and I want these to be good when I post them! So please be patient with me!

(Y/H) means your handle, is it's your online username.

Summary: You and Kenma are rivals for online attention, but a chance encounter changes your respective perspectives on each other.

Being an online streamer wasn't as terrible as some of the horror stories had made it out to be, but it was also your side gig, it wasn't your main source of income.

You were popular, despite not having as wide a reach as some other people.

Kodzuken was a prime example of this.

After a game you had played together had gone sour, a lot of fans from both sides, had decided that you were rivals.

It wasn't necessarily true, but it wasn't entirely wrong either.

Kodzuken was on a lot of the same platforms as you were, but his reach on the internet stretched far beyond what yours did, and you were both civil when you came across each other in-game or on a stream.

He was far more passionate about gaming than you were, and he streamed far more often than you did.

One of the good things about being as small, but popular, as you were, was that you had very few crazy fans, and while you got noticed in public, most conversations were civil and enjoyable.

Unfortunately, today was a bad day.

You had been on your way home from your main job, and a bunch of fans had spotted you, causing a ruckus.

You had been walking, albeit briskly, away from the horde that was following you when you had, quite literally, run into Kozume Kenma for the first time.

He had been having issues with his own fans, and you had collided as you both turned corners.

"Kodzuken," you said.

"(Y/H)."

Yelling caught your attention and you made a small noise, grabbing him and pulling him into the nearest store.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance," you called, pulling the man behind you into a secluded corner.

"What are you doing?" Kodzuken asked quietly.

"Helping and hiding," you told him, glancing around the corner and out the window.

"Out of control fans?" Kodzuken asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Without a doubt," you replied. "You okay?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah, just a little irritated that they know where I work now," you admitted. "I think it's safe."

"I actually needed to come into this store," he said, glancing around.

"Wait, you too?" you inquired.

"Yeah, I need a new headset. One of my friends broke the one that I had been using. I was headed here when I was spotted."

"Oh yeah?" you asked, watching outside the windows as your respective fans went their separate ways.

You breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what your life had come to.

"I just realized that we never really introduced ourselves," Kodzuken said.

"Oh, sorry," you said, turning your attention back to him. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Kozume Kenma," he replied.

"Nice to officially meet you," you told him, shaking the hand that he offered you.

"Likewise. It's also nice to know that we aren't the kind of rivals that hate each other," he said, giving you a small grin.

"I honestly think that the fans just made that up to start some weird fanfic ideas," you admitted.

He chuckled, grabbing a headset off the shelf, checking it over before he tucked it under his arm.

"Be careful on your way back, alright?" you told him.

"Yeah, you too," he replied, heading to the check out counter.

You parted ways easily enough, and you thought that that would be the end of it, but then it happened again.

"Yeah, you too," he replied, heading to the check out counter.

You parted ways rather easily, and you thought that it would be the end of it, but then it happened again.

You and Kozume had been crossing paths more often, things had pretty much stayed the same, even if your competitions together had consisted of more teasing and friendly banter, which had fed the fans' 'rivals' delusion.

But then there was another fan incident.

The more encounters you had with Kozume, the more followers and regulars you started to get as a result.

You were being noticed more in public, and while your job was getting more action, you boss was getting irritated with all the attention that was placed on you.

Unfortunately, the crazier-or as they put it, the more devoted- fans were starting to come out of the woodwork.

"For the last time," you snarled, "I am not in the market for a partner of any kind."

It was one thing if they asked you over a chat, or even on the street, but to ask you in the middle of you workplace, that was going too far.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Kozume-san," you said, eyes widening a little bit. "What are you doing here?"

"Business meeting," he muttered. "I didn't know you worked here, (Y/L/N)-san."

"Yeah, I've been here for two years," you told him. "Most people around here would say that I'm the reason business has been so good recently."

"Ah."

"Excuse me, I was in the middle of a conversation with (Y/H)."

"Really? 'Cause from where I was standing, it looked like they were over that conversation a while ago."

"So I wasn't being subtle?" you asked, rolling your eyes. "I thought I wasn't getting to the point enough."

"Seems like this person just can't take a hint," Kozume told you.

"That's rude," the guy snarled. "I'll report you to your manager."

"You're still here?" your boss asked as he came out of the back room. "Look, if you aren't going to buy anything, you need to leave. Especially if you're just going to harass my employees."

The guy bothering you flushed red, storming out of the store, making you sigh.

"Thank you both," you told them. "Sir, this is Kozume-san. He has an appointment with you."

"Welcome," your boss said.

"Thank you," Kozume said, giving you a small grin as he headed for your boss's office. "Hope you don't get into anymore trouble (Y/L/N)-san."

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him, wondering how many more times you were going to run into him.

Turns out, it was more than once.

You ran into each other a few more times, each conversation more informational than the last, and it got to the point where you traded numbers with him, just to keep in touch and to toy with your fans a little bit on social media.

It all came to a head almost a year after the first run in with each other.

You and Kozume, who you had recently started calling Kenma, had gotten closer and closer as friends over the last year.

You would dare say that you were in his inner circle, and he in yours, but there was something different there, something that made your cheeks hot when he said something a little more flirty, or the way you knew you stared a little more than was necessary when he had to dress up for something business related.

You knew that there was something different there when he had gone straight to your place after a bad day at work. He had showed up with take-out and ice cream, tossed his phone onto the counter after shutting it off, and had collapsed into your lap, demanding that you make him forget about the idiots he worked with and the chaotic imbeciles that he called friends.

You knew there was something different between the two of you when he gave you a necklace with your birthstone on a golden chain that he told you wouldn't tangle so bad you could never get it undone. You didn't mention the fact that his first name was engraved on the back of the piece holding your birthstone in place. It had been a congratulatory gift, he had said, for getting ten million views on one of your recent videos.

Neither of you addressed it, but you knew that there was something going on.

It had been a relatively quiet few weeks, neither you nor Kenma had had many fan issues, and the gossip about your relationship and supposed 'rivalry' had finally taken a backseat to some new pop idol that had taken the industry by storm somehow overnight.

Kenma had asked you to meet at a local cat cafe that had opened recently.

It hadn't been much of a surprise. He had three cats at home, but he had said that he had a craving for some decent sweets while also supporting a local business.

You hadn't questioned him about it in the first place, but he had felt the need to explain it to you anyway.

"Kenma," you said, sliding into the booth across from him. "I see you already made some new friends."

There were three cats currently perched on your friend.

A sleek looking black kitten was curled up on Kenma's shoulders, purring up a storm, and looking surprisingly smug.

A large floofy cat that you didn't know the exact breed of was laying on Kenma's lap, stomach exposed as the gamer scratched at their tummy.

The last one was curled against Kenma's thigh, near the wall of the booth, looking rather tired.

"Yeah, aren't they precious?" he asked, giving you a rare smile.

"Yeah, they are," you agreed, though you weren't entirely sure whether you were talking about the cats or him or both.

You scooped up one of the younger kittens that had padded over to check you out, but couldn't quite jump high enough to get up with you.

It took quite the liking to you, and curled up on your lap for a small nap as you stroked the top of it's head.

"Hey, (Y/F/N)," Kenma said, "um, one of my volleyball friends is in town for a little while. We're having a small get together on Saturday."

"That's great! Say hi to them for me, will you?" you asked, sipping your drink.

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to go with me?" he inquired.

"Who's going to be there?"

"Most of my team from my Nekoma days, Shoyou and most of the Karasuno boys from his first year, some of the Fukurodani boys, couple of the Seijoh players that know Karasuno, a few miscellaneous others."

"Sure, that doesn't seem too bad," you agreed. "And I think it'd be nice to meet Hinata-san."

"I'm glad," Kenma told you. "I'll pick you up at eight Saturday night?"

"Sure. What kind of gathering is it?"

"Casual," Kenma informed you. "Most of us know each other too well for it to be a formal event of any kind."

"Cool! I can't wait!"

Kenma gave you another smile, but this one was one of the ones he reserved for you, something you had started to notice recently.

You gave him a small smile back.

Conversation flowed freely from there, and you suddenly realized after your fifth drink that you had been there for nearly two hours.

"We should probably be getting back home before it gets too dark out," you told him, glancing outside.

"Yeah, you're right," he said after hesitating for a moment. "Let me walk you home?"

"Always, I enjoy your company," you said, moving the numerous amount of cats that had flocked to your booth.

It was on the way back to your place that things got complicated.

Not only did you somehow manage to find the biggest group of fans you had ever seen, a reporter seemed to be lurking around, and took the opportunity to get his camera out.

"Ken," you said, nudging him when a flash caught your attention.

"Shit," he muttered.

"Take my hand!" you murmured urgently.

"What? Why?"

"I'm not asking you to marry me," you hissed, "just take my hand!"

The reporter was getting closer, and more and more people were joining the swarm of fans.

Kenma seemed to realize your plan and slid his hand into yours, a second before you took off sprinting, Kenma by your side, but looking pained.

You dragged him into an alleyway, knowing the area like the back of your hand.

You only let go of Kenma to move a box that shielded a hole in the fence from view, pushing him through before moving through it yourself, pulling the box back into place, taking Kenma's hand again as you took off, making sharp corners and making frequent checks to make sure that you weren't being followed.

When you finally got back to your place, you collapsed as soon as the door was shut.

You were both panting, sweaty, and achy, but you were both laughing as you made eye contact.

"We . . . really need to wear . . . disguises when we go . . . out together apparently," Kenma joked, in between laughing and trying to catch his breath.

"Right?" you asked, grinning at him.

You groaned as you dragged yourself up off the floor, dragging Kenma to his feet too.

"Leftover take-out and movies?" you inquired.

"Definitely," he told you. "Hey, can I take a shower? I feel disgusting. I haven't had to run that much since high school."

"Yeah, I think some of your clothes are in my room," you replied, laughing a little. "You do that and I'll heat everything up. Then you can pick the movie."

"Okay," he agreed, already halfway down the hallway.

It hit you, suddenly, that Kenma pretty much had a drawer to himself in your room, not to mention that you had started keeping his favorites on hand when you went out for groceries.

He spent half of his nights with you in your apartment, and he wasn't with you, you spent the night with him.

You realized, for the first time, that for the last three months or so, you rarely spent the night alone.

You ignored the way your heart sped up and the way that your cheeks heated at the thought of what that might say about your relationship with Kenma.

You worked on heating stuff up, separating everything based on what you knew he liked and what he wasn't fond of.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

His voice, which was right behind you, nearly made you drop the plate you were holding.

You turned to find him standing right behind you.

Slowly, the space that had always been between you two had dwindled, and there he was, only a few inches from you.

"Oh, it's nothing," you told him. "Your plate's over there. Like I said earlier, your pick. I'm gonna take a quick shower too, so take your time."

"Won't your food get cold?" Kenma asked.

"I heated it up more than I did yours so it'll last longer. I won't be long anyways," you told him, heading down the hallway.

Had you and Kenma really grown close enough that you practically lived with each other? And you knew that he had a thing about his personal space, so when had you gotten close enough with him that he felt comfortable being that close with you?

You changed quickly, then realized the sweater you had slid on was Kenma's.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself, sliding on a pair of shorts and some fuzzy socks.

You padded down the hallway, grabbed your plate, and took your place next to Kenma on the couch.

"Feeling any better?" Kenma asked.

"Yeah."

Kenma nodded, pressing play.

"Hey, Kenma? Can I ask you something?" you inquired.

He pressed pause, turning to look at you.

"Yeah, always."

"Do you realize what's happened?" you asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We practically live with each other," you told him. "When was the last time we spent the night by ourselves when you didn't have a business meeting or something that kept you away?"

Kenma frowned, like he was just realizing it, before he said, "Does that bother you?"

"What? No, absolutely not," you told him. "But it says a lot. And there was that reporter today, so you know that they're going to start digging around."

"So?"

Was he really not understanding where this was going?

"Kenma, are you really sure that you want them knowing that you're living with someone you're not together with? That ruins a lot of options for you. People tend to get the wrong idea with this kind of thing and-"

You stopped when you realized that he was shaking.

"Kenma?"

"I didn't think I'd have to say it," he said when he straightened up.

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"(Y/F/N), do you really think that I would do this kind of thing if I didn't want to be with you?"

The look he was giving you was so fond that you couldn't help but smile at him.

"I mean, friends do this kind of thing all the time right?"

"Do I really seem like the kind of person who does things like this with his friends?" Kenma asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you want me to answer that honestly?" you quipped, and he shoved at your arm a little. You laughed, nudging him back.

"Seriously, (Y/F/N)," Kenma said, slipping his hand into yours. "Did you not notice?"

"I didn't want to assume!" you told him.

"You should have, we could have had this conversation a long time ago," he told you. "So what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About going out with me," he said.

"I think that we might have skipped a few steps, but I don't think it's a bad idea," you teased.

"Now that we've clarified, can we watch the movie?" Kenma asked.

You shoved his shoulder again, laughing.

"Just play the movie," you told him.

When he smiled at you, you had no idea how you had ever missed the way that he felt about you.

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Arrows Mark Chapter 6

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2nd POV

Moving through the capital city took a bit of time but it was nice, when you had first made your way through you didn't really get to look at anything, but now you had more of a chance to observe the surrounding area of the castle. Just like many capitals the area closer to the castle was richer and more well kept. The streets were clean and the vendor area was more well kept and less all over the place, the houses kept up with maintenance and there was a larger guard presence here.

The farther your group got from the castle the more changes you started to notice, not that they were huge changes even on the final area of the capitol where the wealth was not as grand. The streets were still the same as in the upper class area, just a little less kept and the market area was more crowded and a little less organized, the houses here were kept up just as they were anywhere else in the city and the number of guards here was definitely less.

“Wow, the capitol is really well taken care of.” You thought out loud not really meaning for anyone to hear you.

“Yes, the King believes that if the kingdom takes care of its people the people will take care of the kingdom.” Kenma responded to you, you nodded your head in understanding as you continued on your search of the surrounding city.

Your group soon came to the gates of the city where merchants and other carts and horses, as well as people walking, were moving in and out of. This gate was a tall stone wall with mosaics inlaid into the stone all across it, around the opening of the gates were groups of guards watching over the passing of people.

“Alright if anything happens and we are stopped, just let me do the talking and we should be able to not get arrested before our journey has even begun. Is that understood?” Daichi commanded pulling the group to a slower pace, once everyone stated they understood he picked up the pace back to what it once was.

Looking over at Kenma you noticed how he tensed as your group moved through the gate, you watched him a little longer once you had officially left the walls of the city but it only seemed that some of the tension in his body dissipated while simultaneously he looked even more freaked out.

“You're going to be ok, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright.” You said softly to Kenma, as you reached over to grab his hand and give it a light squeeze of reassurance he just nodded his head in acceptance before quickly looking in the other direction. Letting go of his hand, you urged your horse to speed up and join Daichi at the front.

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Kenma POV

Kenma tried to ignore the pit that formed in his stomach after you let go of his hand, the warmth of your hand left its trace on Kenmas skin, making him start to fluster and as that warmth faded so did the red hue that had made its way up his neck and over his ears and cheeks.

“Well set up here for the rest of the night.” Daichi called out, his voice pulling Kenma back into reality. Kenma took in his surroundings and realised that hours had passed.

The clearing they had stopped in was surrounded by a loose inclosure of trees and the farther into the forest you looked the closer the trees became and the thicker the foliage got. The trees surrounding the clearing looked to be quite old considering the size of the trucks, and how the trees seemed to reach all the way into the sky as if they were ancient ethereal gods of the earth.

“Alright (Insert Name) you go collect firewood and then set up the fire, Akaashi you go tie down the horses and get them fed. Tendou and I will set up the perimeter and prepare dinner once it's ready.” Daichi announced once everyone dismounted from their horses. Kenma waited until Daichi gave him a task but nobody told him anything and started their tasks. Kenma jumped slightly when he felt a hand grasp his shoulder and give it a slight squeeze, looking over it was your smiling face. Kenma felt his face start to heat up as you kept looking at him.

“Kenma you can come with me since this is a pretty straightforward task, plus I can teach some survival skills along the way.” You cheered, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind you. Kenma could feel the eyes of the rest of the group on the two of you, and he could hear some of the group snickering as the two of you continued your way into the forest.

“Alright we are going to need to collect some kindling along with some larger sticks so that the fire can burn longer, you can go collect the kindling, just small sticks and twigs I can collect the larger pieces of wood. And take this just in case.” You told him as you handed him a small dagger, the dagger had a thin silver blade, the hilt of the dagger was simple it was wrapped in leather and had a small opal inlaid into the center of the hilt just above the handle of the hilt.

Once you had told Kenma how to use the dagger and you made sure that he wasn't going to cut himself with it accidentally you went off swinging a small axe by your side. Kenma watched you walk away and he admired the way you seemed so at home and confident as you moved so gracefully through the trees it almost seemed like you were floating across the roots and stones that laid across the ground. Realising what he was doing Kenma quickly shook himself out of it and started to look for kindling.

Kenma quickly realised that the forest was a lot scarier than he originally thought that it would be, the farther that he walked away from the camp the darker the surrounding area, and the darker his surroundings became the more aware he became of the noises that started to surround him. Every caw of a bird and rustle of leaves had Kenma turning quickly around pointing his dagger in whatever direction he was facing, protecting himself and the pile of wood he had collected.

Suddenly Kenma felt something touch his ankle, quickly he spun around and stepped backwards. As he stepped backwards he tripped over something causing him to fall backwards, Kenma let out a loud scream as his arms pin wheeled around as he tried to gain back his balance but to no avail, Kenma fell backwards and started to tumble down down a cliff. Kenma kept calling out to himself and to the forest to stop his fall.

Kenma landed in a creak, looking up he heard rustling above him and he tensed waiting for whatever was coming to kill him to show up and get it over with. Finally something popped up over the top of the cliff, Kenma relaxed once he saw your worried face.

“Are you alright Kenma, I heard you scream and got here as fast as I could.” You shouted down to him as you started to look around the area around the two of you.

“Ya I’m ok, something touched my ankle and I got a little freaked out and tripped, but I’m okay just soaked.” Kenma responded as he stood up from the creak. Looking around Kenma found a long stick, speaking and enchantment Kenma transformed it into a rope.

“I am trying to find something to pull you up here.” You shouted down to Kenma, as you were trying to look for a vine or a stick you could use to pull Kenma up.

“Here I have a rope, I’ll throw it up to you.” Kenma shouted back to you. Nodding your head you stretched your arms over the cliff to catch the rope. Kenma threw up one end of the rope and it fell back in his face. After a few more failed attempts of throwing the rope up Kenma finally threw it so you could catch it.

“I’m just going to tie it to a tree then I’ll help pull you up.” You yelled as you disappeared from the edge of the cliff. Kenma waited for you to appear and help him back up the cliff.

“Alright Kenma I got the rope secured.” You called down to him as you motioned for him to climb up the cliff.

Kenma started his descent up the cliff, he quickly realised that climbing back up this cliff was a lot more difficult than rolling down the hill. He could feel the burning in his hand from where skin was starting to tear from the frayed rope, and he could feel the pain in his legs as he tried to support himself and make his way up the cliff. Once he had made it to the top of the rope you helped pull him up and over the edge of the cliff.

“Here you go, don’t want to lose this.” You said as you handed him his dagger. Kenma put the dagger away and started to pick up all the kindling that he had dropped.

“Alright Kenma we should probably head back before Tendou assumes we’re dead and starts writing a ballad about our heroic lives and our tragic sacrifice in the name of the greater good.” You joked, leading Kenma out of the woods and back into the clearing.

“Are you two alright? We heard a scream.” Daichi asked, the two of you dropped off your piles of wood.

“Ya, Kenma just fell down a cliff but the two of us are okay.” You answered as you started arranging rocks in the centre of the clearing for the fire.

“That still doesn't explain why mr.wizard over here is soaked to the bone.” Tendou teased as he draped himself over Daichi who quickly shook him off and went back to what he was doing.

“I fell in a creak, after I fell down the cliff. But my clothes are the only thing that got hurt.” Kenma spoke out softly as he shifted on his feet anxiously.

“We are glad that your clothes are the only thing that got hurt.” Akaashi responded, patting Kenma on the back and handing him a towel. Taking the towel Kenma thanked Akaashi and then grabbed a change of clothes from his bag.

After getting changed Kenma hung up his wet clothes across a tree branch. Moving back over to the centre of the clearing Kenma sat down beside you as you started to set up the fire.

“Do you still want to learn how to build a fire?” You asked Kenma who quickly agreed to learning how to build a fire.

The two of you spent the next 20 minutes setting up the fire, eventually the fire was in full roar. Akaashi started the herbal stew.

“So how are you feeling, you know after everything today.” You asked as you sat down beside Kenma.

“I guess, but falling in a creek wasn't what I expected.” Kenma responded as he stared into the fire.

The two of you sat in silence as you watched Akaashi finish up the stew. Daichi gave each of you bowls and you all ate in silence until Daichi brought up watch shifts.

“I can take the first watch.” Tendous offered, Akaashi would take the second shift, you and Kenma would take the third and Daichi would take the final watch. With that everyone except Tendou for Tendou as he took up his place for first watch.

Kenma rolled out his ground sheet and covered himself with his blankets, he kept tossing and turning trying to get comfortable, the ground was a lot more uncomfortable than he thought it would be, Finally he felt his eyes droop and he fell into the darkness of sleep.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #fantasy #fantasy au #x reader #akaashi #akaashi keiji #daichi sawamura #daichi #tendou #tendou satori

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sadlysoulx · 3 years

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WATCHING YOU GETTING MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE. . . (BOKUTO& KENMA)

⚠️ Warning⚠️: angst

BOKUTO

He watched the newly-wedded couple— you and your husband. Both of you drank you wines, arms interwined with each other.

He watched as the both of you laughed along with the other visitors when the host said something funny.

He watched as the both of you feed each other with your wedding cake.

Bokuto regretted coming to your wedding, and right now he also regretted in coming to the after party reception.

It hurts him seeing you with some one else. And it kills him to see you already married and connect to someone else's hearts.

Why not me?

The question echoed in Bokuto's head. Why not him? If he had confessed earlier to you than your current husband, would he be the one sitting there beside you? Laughing together and married to each other?

Bokuto pushed his food around on his plate with his fork.

Maybe.

From across the round table, his old high school volleyball teammates looks at him at pity, they knew how much their captain love you, how much he had dreamed to be with you.

Akaashi forced Bokuto to eat.

"C'mon, open up!" Akaashi sighed when Bokuto sat there, not showing signs of eating or wanting to eat.

The time rolled by and soon, the part was over.

Bokuto immediately stood up, after bidding his goodbyes to his friends and acquaintences— No, he didn't say goodbye to you, he doesn't want to make things harder for the both of you.

He went out the hotel, planning to go home and sulk. To cry his heart out, knowing he can't change things.

Bokuto opened up his car and was about to go in, when someone called him.

"Kou!"

His heart clenched in pain. Why only now?

You struggled running in your fluffy wedding dress, the one you always dreamed about since you were little.

"Kou!" You huffed and stopped infront of the former captain.

Bokuto turned and tried to put up his usual playful smile.

"Y/n. . ."

You threw yourself over him, hugging him tight.

"Oh God, I miss you so much!" You giggled against his chest.

Tears bloomed in Bokuto's eyes. You had no idea how much he had missed you too. Slowly, he wrapped his mascular arms around you smaller figure.

"I miss you too, Y/N. . ." Closing his eyes, he savored the momment. Bokuto knew this would be probably the last time he would hug you, your new path of life wouldn't be with him but with your husband.

He understood that, but that doesn't mean he can accept it easily.

You pulled back, smiling widely at him, oblivious to his teary eyes.

"How was it? How was your big day? How did you feel?" He asked slowly.

You chuckled to yourself as you started rambling about how you were so excited and nervous to start a new life with your husband and how you were excited to start a family of your own– Bokuto almost lost it there, an unexplainable feeling at the pit of his stomach.

You mindlessly rambled on and on, unaware of Bokuto who looked like he was about to break down. So when you looked up at him, you stopped in your mid-sentence, in shock, he was crying.

"Hey. . ." You panicked. "What's wrong?"

Bokuto let out a broken laugh.

"I'm just. . ." He was trying to find words. "I'm just happy for you,"

He was partly lying. Bokuto cried because of you, but not because he's happy. He's broken because he wasn't a choice, that you didn't choose him, that you didn't give him a chance.

You smiled, tears also start threatening your eyes. "Awww. . . Kou~"

You brought your hand up to caress his cheek. Bokuto leaned in to your touch, feeling the cold metal of your wedding ring.

Tears streamed the both of your faces, ruining your makeup.

"I'm also happy for you, look at you! A successful volleyball player!"

He smiled through his tears, ignoring the painful tug of his heart strings.

"Babe!"

You turned to see your husband.

"I have to go now, Kou. . ." You smiled up at him and kissed his forehead, leaving a soft lingering touch of love.

"I know. . ." He whispered.

At least, he knew how it felt like to be with you, only if it's in a short period of time.

"Bye!"

He waved back at you as he watched the you and the man he was jealous about trail away.

When he was sure you were out of sight, he completely broke down into a crying mess.

Kenma

He hesitantly stood infront of the door before knocking it.

The door opened and he was met with a not very-impressed- looking make-up artist.

"What do you want, boy?" The lady croaked.

Kenma struggled with his words.

"I—"

"Who's that?" He heard your voice pipe in from inside the air-conditioned room.

"It's a pudding-headed boy,"

Kenma was about to sue her off when you spoke up again.

"Oh! That's my best friend let him in!"

The make-up artist mumbled a few words before reluctantly letting Kenma inside.

Kenma fidgeted with fingers and walked in. The first pretty thing he saw is you, infront of the make-up mirror with light bulbs on it's sides, highlighting your beauty. You were on a white robe and hair curled up into a complicated twisty messy bun.

You were beautiful, no matter what.

Too bad he isn't the one marrying you.

You looked up and smiled at him through the mirror.

"Kenma~"

He sighed watching you, heart aching so badly that he couldn't breath, heaviness swam in his lungs and in the pit of his stomach making it hard not to cry infront of you.

"Y/N. . ."

He walked up to you and sat on one of the artists chairs beside you, looking at your eyes.

"I'm getting married!" You talked to yourself, wiggling on your seat. "Oh my gosh, I'm getting married!"

He wanted to be happy for you, really, but how could he when the person he loves is marrying someone else and not with him.

How?

Kenma shuffled on his seat.

"Yes, you are getting married, Y/N. You know what? I really want to be happy for you but I couldn't. And that's because I love you, right until this momment. Tell me how could I let you go that easily, when I spend my whole life finding out how to make a move on you, to tell that I love you. . . Only realizing I'm too late because here you are now, marrying someone else,"

But he said that all in his mind.

Failing to say those heavy words to you, he said instead:

"You are getting married, Y/N. I'm so proud of you, you are about to make a new level of your life,"

You smiled at him.

"Thank you, Kenma,"

He hated himself so much at this point, he would have been marrying you instead of that guy, if he hadn't chicken out the whole time, he would be with you.

But life has other plans.

And life wanted to make him suffer, to make him see you marrying another person.

People are right.

Life is unfair.

He watch as the make-up artist continued doing your make-up. Once in a while, you would laugh whole telling her a story about your fiancé.

He quickly stood up and went out the door, before he could cry infront of you.

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Kenma refused to eat but he started to drown his 5th glass of alcohol.

"Oi! Kenma eat!" Kuroo wiggled the steak infront do his face, prodding from the fork. Kenma disgustingly put the man's arm down, muttering a curse aimed at him.

He looked up to see you dancing with your husband.

He wished it was him dancing with you.

He wished it was him feeding you cake.

He wished it was him who you ended up with.

He wished, he wished, he wished. A ton of more wishes chanted in his head, even though he knew it won't come true.

He buried his head in his hands, tears slightly burning his eyes but not ready to fall.

Suddenly, he was called. He looked up and saw that you were handing out you hand, waiting for him to take it.

Kenma blinked back the tears and shyly took it, standing up and getting dragged into the dance floor.

He placed your hands on you waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck and began swaying to the music.

Kenma ignored the people surrounding the both of you.

"I'm sorry for running away earlier," he muttered.

You laughed.

"You probably want to pee, so I don't mind,"

No, it's because it pained me to see you with someone else.

"Well I'm sorry for bringing you here to dance with me, I know you have social anxiety,"

"No, it's fine," he looked into your eyes as he twirled you around. "Even if the whole world was dancing, I'd still dance with you,"

You smiled, tears prickling your eyes.

"As long as it's you," he softly said, tears blurring his vision but he could still see your beauty.

And it's because I love you.

The song ended and your husband came walking by.

"Take care of Y/N," Kenma said to him. "That person you just married is the world's beautiful treasure,"

He didn't care if he cried infront of everyone. He just did. The pain in his heart is so painful, so suffocating.

The groom nodded softly.

You hugged Kenma tightly and everyone stared in awe.

He wanted to say you are so beautiful and pretty, he wanted to say he love you so so much, but he couldn't.

He just couldn't.

The heaviness in his heart worsens, making it hard to breathe properly.

The words I love you was sitting at the tip of his tounge but they just couldn't get out.

And he was glad you were the one who said it for him.

"I love you," you mumbled against his chest, crying quietly.

Kenma completely broke down and sobbed into your neck, bottom lip trembling and body shaking.

"I love you too, pudding, go and have the best life with your husband,"

He pulled back and handed you to your husband, who was smiling softly at Kenma.

Kenma immediately ran out of the venue and into the bathroom stall.

He leaned on the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the tiled floor, he cried, screaming into his hands, muffling his cries.

I love you so much, Y/N. . .

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x self insert #fanfic #anime #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #angst #hq angst #bokuto #kenma kuzome #kenma angst #haikyuu kenma

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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the mystery of love ; kuroo tetsurou

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

synopsis: kuroo tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. he believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. but that doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love.

tag(s): sweet summer lovin’, friends to lovers, inspired by call my by your name, university student!kuroo tetsurou, lab intern!kuroo tetsurou, so much pining lol, fluff, angst, slow burn ; warning(s): profanity, mentions of alcohol ingestion (it’s legal bc they’re in italy!), suggestive themes ; wc: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday tetsu!! i hope you guys like this. i really enjoyed writing it ♡

Kuroo Tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. He believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. At least, that’s what he tells you. Sometimes you treat this information as a source of hope; other times, you’re not sure what to make of it.

This, you realise with his shoulder pressed against yours and both your bodies sprawled across his wrinkled bed sheets, is one of those other times. You turn your face to look at his.

“What?” he asks, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile.

For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you just said it. You could blame the alcohol. Get away with it scot-free. While you mull the option over in the dead silence of his room, your brain suddenly registers the music still playing from the living room. The low bass reverberating through the walls. How close your lips are. The sound of his breaths.

“Earth to Y/N?”

And like that, the little what-if that rose in your mind falls back with its tail between its legs. You bite your lip, look around his room like the walls have a script printed on them. Unfortunately, they do not.

“I was just thinking about my shirt.” It’s not great, but it’s the best you can do while still feeling the vodka and orange juice burn in your stomach. And smelling it on yourself.

Kuroo’s laugh booms through the room and you can’t help but giggle along with him. “I said I was sorry!” he says, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth. He pauses and glances at his closet, then nods his head in its direction. “Take a hoodie. Your pick.”

A smile–– one you try to downplay but fail miserably to–– creeps up your face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo replies. “You can also shower here if you want. It's the least I can do after spilling my drink all over you.”

When you emerge from Kuroo’s bathroom in one of his thinner hoodies, a lot soberer and drying your hair, he’s not on the bed anymore. Quietly, you step out of his room and look for him through the house. People are crashed everywhere–– on the sofa, over the kitchen counter, even propped up against walls. The floor is covered with plastic cups and mysterious pools of liquid. Wrinkling your nose, you try your best to step around the messes, looking in every corner in the house for the raven-haired boy.

You find him back in his room, actually. He’s back on his bed scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his sharp features. When he hears you close the door behind you, he looks up, eyes immediately zeroing in on the black hoodie over your torso. The corner of his mouth twitches up.

“Where’d you go?” you both ask at the same time. He chuckles; you grin. Crawling back onto the bed, you tell him to go first.

“I went around to make sure nothing’s broken,” he explains. “Perks of being the only sober intern in the house, I guess.”

A beat passes.

This house is rented. You forgot about that. All his expenses are paid for by your mother’s lab. You forgot about that. He fits in your world so well, like maybe he’s always had a spot there, that you forgot that Kuroo Tetsurou is only here for the summer.

“Right.”

Kuroo raises a brow. “And you?”

“I went to look for you.”

He smiles and holds his hands out like a magician at the end of a trick. “Well, you found me.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “I guess I did.” Aren’t you lucky.

With that, something shifts in the air. A contemplative expression crosses Kuroo’s face. Maybe he’s realised how his words come out sometimes. Kuroo often says things that sound like they have more than one meaning and it used to throw you off, but now you just go with it. You’ve even picked up that habit yourself. “Do you ever wish that you’d met someone earlier? Maybe under different circumstances?” he asks.

Sighing, you fall back against his mattress and stare up at the ceiling. Telling the truth feels easier when you can’t see him. “Yeah. All the time.” A few seconds pass. “Do you think we would’ve been friends if we went to the same college?”

He also lies down. You’re both back in the same positions you were in an hour ago, but something’s changed. “No,” he admits. You’re not surprised–– that’s what you’d expected. “I’d be a junior and you’d be a freshman. We probably would’ve never met. And even if we had, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with a… freshie.” He chuckles softly at the end. “And look at me now,” he adds softly, more to himself than you. You look over at his face. A contemplative smile rests on his lips.

That urge to just say it returns.

“Kuroo, I think––”

“You’re my favourite p–– oh, my bad. You first.”

And it goes away again.

“Um, uh,” you stutter, “how long do you have left here?”

Kuroo raises his brows. “On this planet? Hopefully a while, Y/N.” He sees your unamused expression and drops the front. “Three more weeks.”

Your eyes widen. Eight weeks have already passed. Blood rushes to your ears. Eight entire weeks have already passed, meaning that in three weeks, Kuroo Tetsurou will leave forever. And in four, you will, too. Except you’ll come back. You’ve done so every summer since you were born, probably will do until you die.

But this place will never be the same as it used to. Not after him.

“Y/N?” Once everything comes back into focus, you see the concern riddling his features. “Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

Say it.

“You didn’t have too much to drink, right?”

Say it.

“I just got buzzed. What about you?”

“The only drink I was planning on having all went to your shirt.”

Say it.

“Kuroo.”

“Yeah?”

Not yet.

“Let’s go on an adventure.”

At two AM, everything is different. The streets feel different, the villas look different, and you–– you can’t put your finger on it but Kuroo Tetsurou has changed, too. He sits behind the wheel of your father’s white 1953 Cadillac with the convertible roof down, unruly hair blown back by the breeze, a euphoric grin stretched over his face. In the passenger’s seat, you sit with an equally large beam and your hands raised into the dark sky.

“Where to, Miss?” he shouts over the wind.

“The stars,” you shout back with a laugh. Kuroo’s cat-like eyes briefly flit over to your side profile, lips curving to form a smaller, more tender smile. But you miss that–– your gaze falls on him just a second after his return to the road.

“I heard you say Jack’s,” he says, smirking.

The 24/7 diner sticks out like a sore thumb in the row of sun-baked stucco and stone buildings with its bold neon lights and shiny exterior. During the day, it seems gaudy, way too American for a small town in northern Italy. But at night, this place feels like home. You’ve been stumbling into Jack’s completely shit-faced since you were sixteen. Of course, all those other times had been with the kids of your mother’s coworkers. All those other times, you could hardly remember what you even ordered when you woke up hours later.

But this time, you walk in with Kuroo Tetsurou at half-past-two in the morning, the chemicals running through your bloodstream epinephrine and dopamine, not ethanol; if you’re drunk then it’s on a feeling and your only poison is the boy next to you. You study his face and consider that thought. No, he’s not poison. He’s the antidote.

“Y/N!” the server exclaims, rushing over with two menus. “And Kuroo! My two favourite customers, but together this time!” Giovanni ushers you two to a booth by the window and takes your orders, purely for show, of course. He knows your orders by heart: the Lorenzo for Kuroo and the Quentin for you.

“With fries on both, please,” Kuroo adds, throwing you a wink. “Aren’t I a gentleman?”

“You only did that to have more for yourself,” you reply drily. Having him over at your house for dinner every night made picking up his idiosyncrasies so unbelievably easy. You know them like they’re your own. You know him like he’s your own.

Kuroo clutches his chest and pretends to be offended, then changes the conversation to what happened at the lab today, or rather, yesterday. That your mother and the other researchers are so close to finding a cure for the strain of virus that’s recently hit crickets in southern Italy.

“You should drop by again sometime,” he says. “Last time you came around was, what, two weeks ago?”

Your face breaks in a grin. “Are you saying you’ve missed me? Chemistry getting boring?” you tease, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“Sodium hydrogen, you little shit.” Your mother’s used this one on you before, but hearing it from him makes you giggle anyway.

Giovanni comes back with two plates, each loaded with fries. You both say your thanks and he retreats to the kitchen again, but not before wiggling his eyebrows at your reddening faces. Wordlessly, you grab your fork and knife and transfer at least half of your fries onto Kuroo’s plate. Kuroo stares at you with the slightest smile. That look sends your stomach into flips.

“What?” you question nonchalantly, cutting into your burger.

“Nothing,” he says, mirroring your actions. “Nothing at all.”

It’s hard to imagine that after spending almost every day together for eight weeks straight that there’s still more to learn about each other, but there is. You tell him more about your real home. Your best friend who called you at 3 AM last night because of timezones. Stories from every summer before this one, when you were a different person in the same place you are now.

He tells you more about Kenma, his best friend from high school. How they played on one of the best volleyball teams in Japan. Stories from training camp, literature class, the metro ride home after school–– you listen to every single one in rapt attention. There’s not enough time in the world for all the things you want to know about Kuroo Tetsurou, so you take what you can get. If only you’d known him before you’d known him.

“If we’d met earlier here, do you think we would’ve been friends?” you ask after paging Giovanni for the check.

“No,” he replies, picking up a few remaining fries with his fork instead of his fingers. The corners of your mouth turn up. That’s your thing. He considers the scenario seriously. “I think we met right when we should have.”

“What about the future?” you press, leaning into the conversation. “Let’s say we meet in two years here, instead of now. Would we be friends?”

Kuroo sets his fork down, eyes you steadily. “What’s this about?”

You blink. “What?”

“What’s with all these hypotheticals today?” Perhaps worried that he came off too harshly, Kuroo adds, “I thought I was the scientist.”

“I just… it feels like I’ve known you since forever.” This feels like it was meant to be, you don’t say. And I want to know you forever.

A sigh–– fond, but still a sigh–– blows through his lips. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Are you calling me your soulmate?” The question, shamelessly genuine, painfully hopeful, leaves your mouth without you intending it to and you regret it instantly. Because Kuroo Tetsurou has told you many times that he does not believe in soulmates.

Is it so bad to dream, though?

You watch him carefully but he doesn’t say anything, just continues smiling wryly like you’d intended to tease him. Like he knows that you know better. But you don’t.

“Are you?” he suddenly replies. Sharp eyes hold yours, daring you to respond. Do you dare?

At that moment, Giovanni returns with the check. “Who’s paying?” he asks, unaware of the tense exchange that just occurred across the table. Inaudibly, you sigh in relief. Kuroo is about to say that it’s on him when he catches himself in the middle of his sentence, looks your way, then back to Giovanni. He says you’ll go Dutch. You nod in approval.

“So,” Kuroo drawls once you’ve both paid for your meals. “Where do we go from here?”

Good question.

Kuroo Tetsurou has never been to an outdoor club period. And though he’s been clubbing, he has never once gone dancing in his lifetime. You tell him that’s about to change as he parks the car in a lot near the venue. Before him, all your summer nights were spent here.

“You’ve been here for two months and you haven’t been to an outdoor club yet?” you ask while unbuckling your seatbelt. That can’t be possible. If you’d been in his shoes… an attractive college student in a foreign country for the summer, you would have gone wild.

“Nope. I’ve been a little busy, y’know, spending my days in a lab, handling chemicals, studying viruses, washing lab equipment, writing up reports for your mother and her colleagues, working on my own research on the side… the usual.” He flashes you a bright, sarcastic smile.

“Poor baby,” you coo, ruffling his hair. Kuroo laughs while you continue messing with the dark locks. “Was your first full day here the only tourist-day you’ve had so far?” His weekends, you already know, are spent either lounging around cafés, pools, or the great outdoors with you or the interns. But you’d assumed he’d had time to do some exploring on his own.

Kuroo nods. “And my guide wasn’t even that great,” he mutters, shooting you a dark look. “She sped through every attraction and hardly spoke a word outside of the tour to me. I think she hated me.”

You giggle and open the door, letting the music from the outdoor speakers infiltrate the bubble inside your car. “Maybe she was just nervous!” you say as you get out. That’s a lie.

“About what?” Kuroo follows suit, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “I was so friendly to you and you just brushed me off each time.” He pouts.

But you don’t reply. Instead, you just grab his hands and pull him towards the venue. As you step into the boundaries marked by fairy lights and rustic wooden fences, Kuroo stops in his tracks and tugs on your intertwined hands. You glance down before up, trying to memorise how his hand looks around yours in the few seconds you can steal.

“Y/N,” Kuroo says. The strobe lights paint his skin pink, blue, purple like it’s a canvas. “Tell me why you were nervous.” Grammatically, it’s a command. And yet it sounds like he’s begging.

“What’s it mean to you?” you ask, feeling your heartbeat speed up in your chest. So what if you just… said it? What would happen?

“Everything?” he replies with a cheeky smile. The odds that he seriously means that are slim. But… they’re there. You shake that possibility out of your mind. That’s just the hope talking.

“Depends how convincingly you say it.” You tug on his arm. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” But he doesn’t budge–– he just continues to stand by the entrance of the club with an expectant look on his face. People are starting to stare.

“Fine,” you say with an eye roll. “I’ll tell you." Kuroo smirks, something self-congratulatory ready to leave his mouth, but then you let go of his hand and dance backwards into the throng of moving bodies. “But first, you’re gonna have to dance with me!”

You allow yourself to be swallowed by the lively music, the people, the moment. Seconds later you’re deep enough into the crowd that you lose sight of Kuroo. Something in you says that he’ll show up soon, though. For now, you let yourself breathe. Forget about the heaviness of what-if’s, the itch to confess, the dread of the aftermath. Feelings are a lot like gravity. Sometimes they keep you grounded, other times, they weigh you down. This is one of those other times.

You dance up to a friendly-looking group of teens your age. Three guys and two girls. You shout your name and follow up with how it’s nice to meet them, hoping one of them finds you nice enough to keep around. Dancing alone in a club is one of the worst things that can ever happen to someone. Luckily, one of the girls–– the one wearing a purple wig–– pulls you in for a hug, drunkenly shouting back, “Bianca!” Bianca pushes you into their circle next to one of the guys and, just like that, you two start moving to the beat, feeling it in your feet, shoulders, hips. At one point, you turn around and take a good look at his face. The guy’s cute enough, but he’s not Kuroo. Still, you say nothing as he moves closer to you and grabs your hand, lifting it up and motioning for you to twirl.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip firmly onto your waist and pull you out of the circle. “Hey!” You look down, suddenly realising they’re Kuroo’s. A shiver runs down your spine. He spins you around to face him. His lips are set in a firm line, eyes completely devoid of humour, nostrils slightly flared.

“Hi,” you say quietly, testing the waters.

“Hi,” he replies curtly. His hands are still on your waist. Selfishly, you choose not to point that out. Instead, you try to defuse the situation with a light question. Playful tone.

“Where were you this whole time?”

“Looking for you.”

“Well… you found me.” You flash him a sheepish grin. A peace offering of some sort.

“I did.” He doesn’t take it.

“Lucky you.”

Irritation finally seeps through his features. “You just left me on the dance floor!” he snaps. “And then when I find you after searching the entire venue, you’re dancing up on some random guy!”

“It was in good fun!” you retort, wriggling out of his grip. “And I wasn’t dancing up on him.” You want to ask if he’s jealous so badly, but you take a good look at his face and decide against that.

“Fun?” he asks incredulously. “Worrying about losing you, worrying about myself getting lost, then having to worry about that guy after finding you isn’t very fucking fun to me, Y/N!” The words fly out of his mouth like daggers without pause. Once finished, he looks at you with a disappointed gaze, shaking his head lightly, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking down at your shoes. It doesn’t matter if you disagree with him–– a sort of shame drills itself so deeply into your conscience that all you can think about is making things right again. “I didn’t think my actions through.”

A second passes. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“Hey, look at me.” Kuroo lifts your chin up with an index finger. Your wide eyes meet his narrow ones. Just as a pink beam glides over his face, his gaze softens, falls down to your lips. And then you feel his thumb on your chin, barely grazing the skin of your bottom lip. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. The revelry in the background fades to dull beats against your eardrums. Suddenly, you register that he smells of, as usual, blackcurrant and amber.

But now you also smell of blackcurrant and amber.

You’re wearing his clothes. You smell of him.

Kuroo’s eyes crawl back up to yours, wide like he’s just been caught in the middle of a crime. You blink expectantly, ignoring the furious way your heart pounds in your chest. Shallow breaths puff through your slightly parted mouth.

“I am.” It comes out barely a whisper. C’mon. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me––

You gently touch the hand he has on your chin. Kuroo jolts back like he’s been burned. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll be in the car,” he stutters, looking away from your face. He pushes through the sea of people, leaving you all alone on the dance floor, body doused in blue light, fingers touching the area his thumb had been as if preserving its print.

Kuroo hardly notices you slip into the passenger’s seat minutes later. He’s got his forearms hanging over the steering wheel and gaze fixed ahead into the darkness, mind probably running off to a place he wishes his body was, too.

As soon as you’ve buckled yourself in, Kuroo starts the car.

The entire drive home is silent.

Once Kuroo pulls into your courtyard and parks, he turns off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of the car. Wordlessly, you follow his actions and meet him by the stairs to your door.

“Hi,” you say quietly. He doesn’t look at you.

“Hey.”

The two of you stand outside your front door in silence as you both consider what to say next. This can’t be the way it ends.

“I shouldn’t have… done that,” Kuroo says first.

“Done what?” You choose to play dumb. Call it selfish, but you want to hear him say it. Maybe then it’ll feel as real as it had been. Kuroo sighs and leans his shoulder against the stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest. There’s no way he can dance around what happened. Perhaps the past two months can be summed up as the development of a strong friendship with skilled doublespeak and metaphors and just enough artistic licence, but this can’t. And Kuroo knows that. He can’t feed you an alternative truth like he’s done so many times before. What’s more, he can’t lie to himself anymore. So maybe it’s better just to not speak at all.

Your eyes burn holes into the side of his face. Fine. You’ll concede first. “I was never nervous.”

Kuroo blinks, turns his head around to look at you. “What?”

“I was never nervous. I was playing it cool because I didn’t want to risk befriending you and getting attached.” I’m still playing it cool, you don’t say. And I’m already attached. “Guess I just came off as a bitch instead.” You laugh. “But can you blame me? You were this cute, older guy. Smart, too, since you were interning with my mom. You were my dream guy.”

An amused breath blows out of his nose. “Were?” he questions, grinning, only remembering the fragility of your platonic relationship a second later. “Um––”

“Are.” It slips out of your mouth without you realising. Fuck. Kuroo stills. It’s too late to take back your words now, so you might as well just keep going. “You still are my dream guy.”

Seconds pass and neither of you says anything. Sweat gathers in the palms of your hands. You start to feel your heartbeat through your neck. The buzz of the cicadas grows louder. Oppressive. Behind Kuroo, the sky is starting to turn pale blue and pink in the horizon. That means it’s almost sunrise. The night is almost over, and, hopefully, so is this awful conversation.

“And… you don’t feel the same.” Funnily, you feel like you’re lying. You’re telling Kuroo how he feels and you think you’re lying. Does that make sense? None of this night even feels real. God, you hope this has all just been a dream. Mustering a soft smile, you say, “That’s okay. Thank you for the party. And the adventure.” It was fun while it lasted. You feel the house key in your pocket and turn to unlock the door. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, Kuroo. Can we still be friends?” The words leave your mouth feeling like barbed wire. You know damn well you can’t still be friends.

And suddenly, you feel his calloused hands around your cheeks. Suddenly, his hot breath fans over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs.

Your eyes close instantly. “Yes, please.”

And suddenly, his soft lips are on yours.

Kuroo breaks the kiss seconds later. “Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours, touching the tips of your noses together. “Y/N, I don’t want to be friends. Fuck.” A dry chuckle leaves his mouth. He pauses to collect his thoughts but decides that that can wait. Instead, he presses another kiss to your lips so fervently that he backs you up against the wall with no space between your bodies. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat like this, chest to chest. Kuroo’s hands travel down your waist and rest on your hips. His tongue runs across your tongue, your teeth, the insides of your mouth. You gently suck on it, drawing a satisfied moan from him. When the kiss ends, you see that his lips are red and cheeks are swollen. A warm feeling spreads through your chest. “I thought I could be happy just being friends with you but I can’t. I want you so bad it hurts. Not to mention, when I saw you in my hoodie?” His fingers pinch the material. “I thought God was testing me or some shit.”

“Sure didn’t feel like you wanted me that way,” you retort, still breathless.

“In my defence,” Kuroo says, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, “I was very scared.”

“Of what?”

It looks like he’s about to tell you, but he changes his mind and doesn’t answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the car with a cheeky grin. “I’ll tell you only if you tell me where we can watch the sunrise.”

Kuroo holds your hand, stroking your thumb the entire drive there.

After a short hike, you plop down on the grassy hillside, supporting your body with outstretched arms in the back. Kuroo sits down beside you with one of his hands covering yours, fingers intertwined like a honeysuckle vine around a hazel tree. You tell him that you grew up running along this hill with your parents. It used to be your playground. Maybe, you think, it’s time to make new memories here.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo breathes, a wonderstruck look in his eyes. The sun’s just risen halfway above the pink and blue horizon, the saturated orange casting the entire city below gold. It’s not just the city, though. He’s also gold. He’s just as beautiful. You watch him with a soft smile on your lips, noting how his wide eyes and slack jaw return to normal as he stares off into the distance. After resting your head on his shoulder, you fix your eyes on the sunrise ahead. You wonder what he’s thinking so quietly about.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you finally ask once the sun has finished revealing itself.

Kuroo blinks, returning to reality, but continues to stare straight ahead. “I was just thinking about… soulmates.”

You lift your head off his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates now,” you tease.

“Hmm.” He turns to look at you, the sun turning his hazel eyes the colour of honey. That same wry smirk from Jack’s returns to his face.

“You wanna know why I was so scared?”

“Pray tell.”

“Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“No,” Kuroo laughs, laying his head down in your lap, looking up into your eyes. “I’m serious. I used to purposely stay away from girls in high school. Same in college. Same all the way until you somehow wormed your way into my life. That’s why we wouldn’t have been friends.” You cock your head to the side.

“Why?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair.

Kuroo’s eyelids flutter shut. He inhales deeply before talking. “My parents are divorced. The years before the divorce were… very ugly.”

(He spares you the details of the midnight arguments, the smashed plates, the holes in the walls. He spares you the details of how he only ever knew how to fall asleep with his head sandwiched between two pillows, how he hasn’t seen his sister in a decade, how he’ll curse and snap but never yell because he always feels like a child again around the noise. That’s for another time, if you’ll have any.)

“I still remember all the fighting and yelling. For the longest time, that’s all I knew about marriage and relationships.”

“Did you think all relationships were like that? Fighting and yelling?” you ask.

“For a while, yeah. I’m still a little scared of that, to be honest. Ending up in a relationship where all you do is fight.” Kuroo sighs. “But that’s not the only thing. I thought I wouldn’t know how to love someone, growing up like that.” At that, your fingers pause in his hair.

“Wait,” you say, furrowing your brows. A wave of immense sadness (not for yourself, for him) washes over you. “You think you wouldn’t know how to love someone else?”

“Thought.” Kuroo cracks open his eyes and smiles up at you. “I’m in the process of changing my mind.”

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