#bokuto hurt comfort

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heyy could u maybe do a fem reader dealing with sh? with kenma, bokuto, and hinata(separate) from haikyuu. like she accidentally reveals them and they notice it and they all just comfort her? thank u and have a good day!!

You drew st★rs around my scars

A/n: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD! So sorry for delaying this anon, life has been complicated these days, I really hope it wasn't an emergency rq. Please don't read it if you are not comfortable, I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone, stay safe :)

TW: S*lf H@/rm, scars, bleeding, crying, distressful situations, poetical depictions of scars (please let me know if I am missing anything.)

NOTE: Please, in case anything is troubling you, do contact someone you trust or the national helpline of your country. It may seem that there is no point in living, but trust me, there are always things worth fighting for. Please don't hurt yourself you are far too precious to be scarred in this way. If you ever wanna talk, my DMs are always open, I have helped people before and it wouldn't be any inconvenience to help more people in need.

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

The heat dampened your skin, as sweat rolled uncomfortably, sticking the clothes too close to your flesh than you would like. The salty beads of precipitation, made you hiss in pain as they rolled down the fresh, irritated scars; it was all too overstimulating.

The urge to scratch the skin over your pants was irresistible, it was a sort of double-edged sword that was ruining your comfort.

You sighed and decided to change into some shorts instead, it would prevent the sweat build-up that would irritate your skin.

The cool air of the aircon hitting your skin made it so much more bearable.

What you had forgotten in the midst of your discomfort was the fact that your significant other was in fact about to come from his practice soon. You two had planned a pizza dinner today.

"Oi Y/N?" he called as he removed his shoes before entering. You were in a state of comfort, half-bliss at the relief from the scalding sweat, it took you a few seconds before you could respond, panicking you grabbed your pants and tried to slip them over the shorts, "h-here." you called out, puffing as your voice cracked.

But Kenma was quick, agile and laser-sharp; all too cat-like for your liking. It felt like those scenes where the perpetrator was caught red-handed.

Your pants were half slipped up, only till your knees, giving a good view of the scar on your upper thighs, that lay just below your shorts.

You prayed, you hoped, you begged that Kenma wouldn't notice from that far, that the blood wasn't seeping from the fresh scars, that your lips weren't trembling in shame, that you didn't look so utterly defeated and ashamed.

So you just sat on the ground, all the effort you had put up for months, crumbling down all because of the heat -- you were far too careless. You sat on the floor, covering your face with your hands, the pants still bundled up to your knees.

Kenma was petrified, frozen, he had no idea what to do. His heart had dropped to his stomach when he entered and saw your scars in full display. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

He watched you break down, his hands, shaking and itching to comfort you, to help you somehow, but he is just spell-casted.

"Y/N..." he whispered softly and tries to walk with soft steps as if trying not to startle a sleeping baby, "look at me, please."

He said as kindly as possible, as he sits next to you, his heart breaking at how you softly shake your head.

"Baby please, I promise I won't get mad," he said in such a soft voice, like you would break if he was a tad-bit too loud. You shakily look up at him, eyes red and blood-shot.

"You are okay," he whispered and pat your head, "let's get you cleaned up, alright, we won't want any infections." he said and offered you a hand.

You shakily kept your hand in his as he pulled you up, ordering you to set on the edge of the bed while he got the medical kit.

"Are you gonna leave me?" you asked a little strongly, almost hating how vulnerable you sound.

"Never," he whispered softly and settled on the floor with the medical-kit, "I would never leave you when you need me the most, and I am not saying it out of obligation, I am saying it out of love."

"You are not alone, not anymore, I promise I am never going to blame you for any of this," he said and brushed your hair back, as he sat on floor, gently applying some antiseptic on your thighs with a q-tip.

He makes a mental note to throw all the blades and keep the knives and scissors away from your grasp while you are sleeping to prevent this kind of incident from happening again.

"I love you and nothing can change that, we'll overcome this together, I promise."

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Bokuto wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but he was perceptive of emotions, he noticed when people got quiet, he noticed when someone felt left out, he is always there in the sweetest way possible, his antics are just that adorable.

But right now, you wanted nothing more than to just tell him to go away, but you can't, you can't do that to Bokuto, you can't do that to your Koutaro. Even when you are on the verge of collapsing, your vision blurring as you gripped the sink to stabilize yourself from the roar of panic that echoed deeply within the caverns of your brain.

"Angel, let me in, come on," he knocks softly on the door, "I know you are crying, I'll- I'll give you space I promise, I just need to make sure if you are doing okay."

Bokuto knows how much some people value their personal spaces, it was never a problem for him, but he respected that, he would've let you be on any other day, but seeing the way you were acting for the past one week...he is scared. He is terrified of the mere aspect of you doing something reckless that might take you away from him.

"Kou, please leave me be, I just- I don't wanna see anyone right now."

"Baby, please," he almost pleads and you know he is going into his emo mode again, "I'll break the door Angel, but I am not letting you be, not like this."

You panic frantically as you hear that he will burst open the door, “Kou wait-“

“Get away baby,” he says as he braces himself for kicking the door down.

“3…”

Your heartbeat sped up, but you weren’t sure why, Koutarou’s reaction? Being scared that he would leave you? Or the fact that he was gonna break down the door and waste money for no apparent reason.

“2…”

You breath in deeply and unlock the door, standing behind it. You let him open the door.

Koutaro hugs you. No questions asked, no word spoken; just his muscular arms enveloped around your neck as he pulls you close by your waist. His lips rest on your hairline, just kissing forehead and rubbing your back, comforting you.

He slowly pulls away, and holds your face in his hands, no words needed to be spoken, you already know what he is asking, 'baby what did you do?'

You whimper and softly look down to your arms, not uttering a single syllable, seeing the beads of bloodseep into the sleeves of your t-shirt.

Bokuto gulps and looks into your eyes and then back at the sleeves. He held the fabric genty with his thumb and index finger, "I am gonna roll it up." He says and gently rolls it, careful not to hurt you. His throat turns dry and a broken gasp leaves his his mouth.

"Baby..." he says softly as tears line in his eyes.

"Kou I'm so sorry-" you sob and groan. You had been fearing that this day would come soon.

"Its okay," he says and wipes his tears and hugs you again, tightly, "I promise you won't be pushed to the edge like this again, we'll figure something out, alright?"

"We'll talk to a therapist, we'll- we'll figure something out, alright? You are safe, I'll protect you, I promise," he says and kisses your forehead as he cries again.

"I care about you way too much, please don't do anything reckless," he says softly and cries on the nape of your neck, even if you are the one who needs comforting right now. You nod against his t-shrt, your head buried in his chest.

"But baby you gotta promise me to tell me whenever you are itching to do something like this, whenever you feel as if you need to let the bad thoughts out, somehow, you need t talk to me. Give me a call if I am not here, I'll drive to you hell even run to you, barefoot if I have to."

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎

Hinata felt like a fool to have believed you when you said the scars that lay on your lower-belly were cat-scratches.

He noticed them when your shirt rode up a little while you stretched. the thin scars actually did resemble cat scratches, so he didn't think much of it.

Hinata was finally concerned when witnessed how you hissed when he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were doing something, or how you pushed him back a little when he poked your belly to get your attention.

For a long time he thought he had done something wrong, until he noticed how your smile was loosing its radiant glow that blinded a thousand suns, how your eyes seemed murky and grey instead of full-of verve...he knew something was very wrong.

"Did your cat scratch you again?" he asks suddenly and you are caught-off-guard.

"What cat?" you asked and he frowned.

"Love why do you have scars on your stomach then? Is someone bullying you? Hurting you?" he questioned softly, his eyes all observant and curious.

Your heartbreat fastened at the question, thumping widely against your ribs, "just nothing..." You said and internally groaned at your awkward reasoning.

"You know I am not letting you drop it, right? I care about you, even of it means that I am overbearing sometimes, I say all this out of concern, " he sighed, "I promise I won't judge you for anything." He says reassuringly, smiling with such glee that makes you tear up.

It felt as if you were cheating him, repressing your nature in front of him, but at the same time you wanted to conceal all of it. he was just too pure and you felt tainted...in the worst way possible, the irreversible way that can't be washed away like grime.

"Shoyo, I'm sorry," you whisper, "I-I hurt myself." You say as tears roll down your face.

"It got bad, I-I- relapsed, I tried to stop myself, I really did," you sob.

"You-you did this to yourself?" he asks bewildered, as if the concept of someone inflicting pain upon themselves is a foreign to him, "why?"

"It got bad Shoyo, my headspace wasn't exactly the best- I had stopped it a few years ago, took me all the effort, but I crumbled, I crumbled under the stress," you cry on his shoulder as he hugs you tightly, careful to not to touch the scars on your belly.

"I got you," he says as his lip trembles as he hugs you tightly,"I got you, I got you."

He breaks from the hug and looks at you, "promise me you won't hurt yourself- I'll figure something out, don't do this to yourself, you are so goddamn beautiful, don't hurt yourself like this." He hiccups and kisses your cheek.

"Are they new? Did you put rubbing alcohol on them? Bandage?" he asks, panicking a little.

You shake your head and he sighed, "I- sweetheart you should've cleaned them at least, they can cause an infection."

He sighs and asks you, "may- may I see them?" He questions softly and it makes your eyes widen, as you stare at him with shock.

"i promise I won't judge you, I gotta see them baby" he says softly and waits for you to roll up you t-shirt. He examines the scars on your lower belly, his heart breaking at the sight of how much you've hurt yourself, yet at the same time he is reluved that they don't see too recent, that means you didn't hurt yourself in the past few days.

He gently holds you by your waist and kisses your scars. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as he does this.

"Shouyo what are you doing?" you question, but he doesn' move, he just kisses your scars like its his lifeline, its ticklish but its so intimate that it makes you tear-up again.

"So frickin' strong," he mumbles against your skin, "I love you so much, I swear you are the most perfect person in this entire world. Your scars only make you look cooler."

He sighs and looks up at you, "but honey, you gotta promise you won't hurt yourself anymore, scars are cool, they tell your story, but I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this."

You nod hesitantly, "I'll try."

He smiles and rests his head on your skin, it doesn't matter to him, if there is a little trail of hair on it, or the scars littlering its expanse like constellations, he just loves you that much.

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kinda a continuation of closing chapter but not needed

Bokuto Kōtarō, the great ace of the Japan Olympic team is your first love, your first kiss, and also your ex-husband. After knowing him your whole life you got married when you were nineteen, and after fighting once you came back from the honeymoon, divorced at twenty-two. You both moved out of your shared apartment and now, at twenty-six respectively, you haven't seen him since. 

That is, in person least. You still follow each other on Instagram, he still likes all of your posts, and you’ll watch the highlights from his games. But you don’t talk. And you spend most of the time missing when you do. You wouldn't dare to ask if he felt the same you learned your lesson with him about asking questions you didn't want to know. It’s how he went from husband to ex. 

On the night of the Olympic games, you gather with all of your friends to watch the men's volleyball match. You sit next to Kaori, the former manager of Fukurodani and your lifelong best friend. 

She wraps a blanket around you and you hum in contentment. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You all watch the game together and Japan is doing well, because of course they are, just one look at the lineup, one look at Bokuto, and you know a win is guaranteed. 

Halfway into the fourth set, however, you begin to grow restless, changing your position every other spike. 

“Y/N, I love you, but take a lap before you elbow me in the eye,” Kaori begs and you nod. 

She meant to take a lap around the building, but instead, you go for a drive, a long one. So long that you not only miss the rest of the game, you end up somewhere you don’t recognize. At least, somewhere you haven’t recognized in a while. 

“Do you like it?” Bokuto asked with eager eyes. 

“It’s a playground,” you answered. “And it’s snowing, and I’m cold.”

“It’s our playground, remember? The one we came to on the night of graduation?”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. If we’re together, I remember everything.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“I’m still co-”

He interrupted you with a kiss and you smiled against his lips. 

“I can keep you warm,” he promised.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

The memory still haunts you, apparently to the point it controls you because at twenty-six you find yourself at that same stupid playground. And by miracle-

“Hey.”

He found you too.

You turn, to see Bokuto in his uniform with his team jacket haphazardly thrown on. 

“Hi?” you say, the surprise in your voice clear as day.

“You’re here.”

“You are too.”

“Yeah….I guess I am.”

Bokuto hops up onto the playscape next to you and momentarily you feel anxious with him so close but quickly, his presence eases you just like it always used to.

“Why?” you wonder. 

He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

You sit in silence for a couple of minutes and look over at his shaking hands, the left one still adoring the tattoo of a  band and your initials on his ring finger. Faded, but still there.

“I watched you tonight,” you confess.

“I was hoping you did.”

You smile and hesitantly, lean your head into the crook of his shoulder. 

“I missed you,” he admits. 

“Yeah, I was hoping you did.”

You don’t regret divorcing Bokuto, you just regret marrying him, so young at least. The problems with your relationship never began until the weight of the rings started to weigh you each, and you couldn’t take how heavy everything became. Even after you separated, the pressure didn’t lift, if anything it got worse. But now, you have never felt lighter and for the first time in a while, you feel like you can breathe again.

“Why did you come here, really?” your curiosity takes over and you lift your head off his shoulder to make eye contact as he answers. 

“It just felt like you called.” Bokuto Kōtarō is the man the world knows as the great ace. You know him as your ex-husband, your first kiss, your first love. The only person you’ve ever loved and ever plan to. The man who’ll always come when you call, even when you don't. Even when it means missing the celebration party with his team after one of the biggest wins of his life. Bokuto, if you’re there, will always come. And you’ll meet in the middle at your spot, somewhere only you know.

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July 28th August 29th, 2023

The Radiating Star: ☆Kōtarō Bokuto x G!Reader☆

Context- You both have been together since senior year of high school, aw high school sweethearts! Pushing through all the hard work, arguments, and fun moments throughout the years of being together. 6 years to be exact, and you have dropped subtle hints about marriage, even flat out asked if married was going to happen, yet no initiative had been taken. He told you that he wasn't opposed to it but was simply occupied to put much thought into it. So you decided that you would just pop the question on him!

Marriage for him was the last thing on his mind. It’s not because he didn’t want to marry you. He loved you truly. He always brought you some gifts when he went traveling. You have tried to sit down and talk about it, but Kōtarō would pay no mind and brush it off by saying- “Hm? Oh, can we discuss this later? I have to go meet up with Akaashi.” That was the last time you had tried to talk about it. Two weeks have passed, and you’ve started thinking that he didn’t want to get married.

Little did you know, he has been asking Akaashi for advice. He had a little mental breakdown when you first brought it up, and over the course of two weeks, he was ready. He panicked multiple times, and he kept going between feeling downhearted to feeling confident. He had kept you completely in the dark, so you were left to think.

He took you to your favorite restaurant, and he was super nervous. His palms were sweating, fumbling with some objects on the table, he kept moving his leg up and down, and his words were a stuttering mess. His behavior raised suspicion to you and would ask him if he was doing okay. He tried to reassure you that he was, but his plan failed successfully. You still kept your eye on him and tried to help him out a little bit.

During one of the conversations Kō had with Akaashi, he suggested that Kōtarō take you to a park since it’ll most likely be secluded. After paying for everything and leaving a tip for the server, he took your hand in his and led you on a walk. After walking around, he took you to a bench with lights illuminating the both of you and away from any wandering figures.

With both of you sitting, he was still jittery, so you grabbed his hand to try to console him and asked “Are you sure you’re okay?” He nodded because he didn’t trust his words. “Kōtarō, could you listen to what I’m going to say without interrupting?” In a soft whisper, he responded “yes” and you held his hand tighter.

Making eye contact with him as you take a deep breath and say “I love you so much…it has been an amazing six years of being together, and uhm, I understand that you have been busy. But I, uh, want to ask” You looked away for a split second. “Where is this relationship going? I want to marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve been wanting to for quite a while, and to me, it seems that you don’t want to or at least don’t care about it. I want a relationship where we get married and have children. I want those things with you so…” You slid off the bench and put your knee on the cement and took both his hands in yours.

Starring in his loving eyes, you softly asked, “Will you, Bokuto Kōtarō, please allow me the honor to ask you to marry me?” He teared up and responded with “of course, but I also had an entire speech planned as well.” Both of you stared at each other, staying silent for a moment then bursting into laughter. After the sound of joy died down and wiping away tears, you were the first one to speak, letting go of his hands, and sitting back on the bench “So …that’s why you were nervous this entire evening. Makes a lot more sense. I thought you were doing all those things because you had some bad news to give me.” He was taken aback by what you said. “Do you want me to explain the plan to you?” Kō asked. “I do apologize for interrupting your plan, and of course, I would love to hear it.” You responded.

He took both your hands in his, cupping them and sucked in a breath before speaking, “ You are the most amazing, patient, lovable, human being in the entire universe. I truly wish you could realize how much you mean to me, and it was not my intention to let you think that I didn’t want to marry you. I want you to know that I love you so very much, my beloved, I could not ever imagine myself spending eternity with another person. I’m saving more for my speech at our wedding” he chuckles “Y/n L/n, will you allow me the chance to reciprocate your question?”

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 4743

Chapter 4: Confrontation

You were currently resting on a very comfy bed. Staring up at the ceiling above you. Akaashi had ordered extra pillows for you to be as comfortable as possible in your physical state. Though, when he said ‘extra pillows’ you assumed he ordered a couple more for you to be able to sit up a bit on the bed or put under your feet. That was not the case clearly, as you were laying in what looked like a pillow fort more than a guest bedroom. The thought made you giggle to yourself, he really went on and bought eight more pillows, new sheets, and a fluffy pink comforter for you to be as comfortable as you were back home. Not like you had any of this back in your apartment, but the concentrated scowl he had on his face while purchasing all these things online for you made your insides curl. He really is cute.

The room itself wasn’t very big but it had all you could need, a queen size bed, a fairly large closet and a bedside table. Not much besides that. The walls were very muted, almost like a gray box, with not a single piece of art hanging from the walls or the regular type of decorations you would normally have in display for a guest bedroom. It looked pretty different to your own apartment, colorful and full of trinkets, it was almost like Akaashi himself. But you were grateful for being there. Thanks to his help you were going to be able to pay for your son’s school without delays and you were being tended by a devilishly handsome guy and an adorable little girl. Seiji was also ecstatic, he got to play whenever he wanted and also got compliments all the time by doing things, he would do normally without getting any, like tying up his shoes by himself or throwing the recyclable trash in the correct container, his ego getting out of control now that he is the big boy of the house.

You were bored beyond despair not being able to move on your own, the tv was in the living room and you didn’t have any paid streaming subscriptions in your phone, so there were limits to what you could do when there was nobody home. But the rest of the gang were packing up everything up from your house to bring it all to Akaashi’s place. There wasn’t much to pack, the room came with all the furniture anyways, so there was no need to hire a moving company. Everything should fit in a few boxes. But you were feeling extremely uneasy for the silliest of reasons. You told Seiji to be careful and not let Akaashi anywhere near your underwear drawer, but will he really listen? He is just five and doesn’t understand the implications of the sinful drawer and this was not what you envisioned be the first time he’d see it. Not like you wanted him to see anything of what’s inside the damn thing, you seriously need to go shopping for new stuff, everything there must be burnt to oblivion.

You tried to distract yourself from your obsessive thoughts that somehow ended up leaving you hot and bothered thinking of the first time he will indeed see your underwear, hopefully on you and after you can actually move, so you started running an inventory of all your things in your head. You were positive the couple of boxes that they’d bring would fit in the closet, it looked pretty big after all. Now that you think about it, everything here looked big. You haven’t had the time to talk with Akaashi about what he does for a living yet, all you know is that he works with books, but somehow you never thought that would make as much money, this house is definitely more than what a single father and a toddler needed.

You couldn’t look around the house much since you weren’t able to walk yet, but everything looked larger than you imagined. A two-level town house, with a big front yard. No plants, nor decorations at all, just like the room you were in. Seiji was sharing the bed with you as usual, Akaashi insisted on getting him a bed and re-do Kimi’s room so they could stay there as he insists it is a very large space and mostly empty, but you refused his offer, you just didn’t want him to go spending more money on you any further. He kept on nagging about it, but you told him that maybe later, when things were more settled, and you have a bit of money to spend. This managed to silence him as he noticed you were thinking about the money issue, not about leaving his house soon. All he wanted was to make you stay there for as long as possible, so making Seiji feel comfortable was probably his best bet, besides he really didn’t want the child sleeping with you every night, so he had to do something about it.

Once they came back you saw you were right, only a couple of cardboard boxes, that’s what your entire life really was. Even Akaashi was surprised, they only took about an hour to pack everything up. Not the happiest of thoughts, but at least you didn’t bother him excessively. When Seiji came into the room to check on you, he gave you an ‘OK’ sign with his tiny hand and attempted a wink, his tongue sticking out in the process, you assumed that meant he protected your integrity as a woman and you should be relieved by it, so why are you sad thinking about how much he looked like Atusmu right now, so silly yet the most adorable face you’ve seen in your entire life. You gotta get yourself together and stop mopping for someone who didn’t love you as much as you did.

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A couple of weeks have passed, and you are now able to drag yourself to the living room without any help or support, staying there for most of your days. You’ve been trying to guide Akaashi on how to prepare simple dishes as you ran out of places to order take-out from already and were starting to get worried about everyone’s health, but it hasn’t been working.

You chuckled with the spoon still in your mouth, “Why is this soup so sweet, Akaashi-san?” he was genuinely confused so he took your spoon and got a taste, like that was something completely normal, totally unbothered. But why was it sweet? He made sure to follow all your instructions carefully, none of the ingredients were sweet. You saw the canister on the island counter and everything made sense now, “Akaashi-san. The blue one is sugar, not salt. The salt is in the yellow canister to the left in the big pantry.” you pointed over to the kitchen, trying not to laugh at his honest mistake, the face he was making reminded you of the first time you guys met, he looked so constipated it was almost funny.

You know his kitchen better than he does and you’ve never set a foot in it.

“Keiji…” he looked at you, more like stared, right into your soul. “Call me Keiji. You live here now, there’s no need for formalities.” You kept on eating your sweetened chicken soup, avoiding his eyes, heat pulsing from your cheeks at his insinuation, of course you knew you had to stop acting like strangers, you live together and was clear as day that both were developing feelings for each other, but it just felt weird, how it all came to be. Like you skipped so many steps. “Sorry, Keiji.” you replied softly, and he was glowing. His facial expression never really changing, still looked like he was constipated and in a lot of pain, but a rare warmth was filling the air around the both of you and you could only assume that it made him happy enough.

“(Y/N) can I ask you something? It’s ok if you don’t want to answer, I’ve just been thinking about it for a while now and thought I would just ask.” you set the now empty bowl on the coffee table, giving him your full attention. “Why do you have to have three jobs? Isn’t it easier on you to just have one?” he was always a blunt one, but you could see he was concerned and trying to go around the delicate subject without upsetting you much. He never really thought about how his comments would affect others, but he’s been told off many times for the way he speaks, and he really didn’t want you to be troubled on his account. “It really isn’t healthy to overwork yourself so much, what if exhaustion causes you to have another accident? We were lucky this time that it wasn’t as bad, but you’ve had to go through a lot with these minor injuries, what if something worse happens?” you know he is right but all you can think of right now is how he said ‘we’ and not ‘you’.

“Well, I couldn’t finish college. I had to start working right away before Seiji was born. There aren’t many good jobs you can get without an actual degree. Since Seiji was still so little and didn’t have anyone to take care of him, I figured working from home was the best option, but I was only able to find a couple with short hours and low salaries, so I was forced to take more than one.”

 You wanted a better life for you and your son but going pass money problems isn’t something you’ve been able to accomplish since then.

“So how about now? You don’t have to pay for rent, you could take a few online classes and finish your degree while you fully recover. Seiji is now in school so he’s out most of the day. I could even talk to some people in my company and get you in in no time, I know a guy from the human resources team and he owes me one.” This is something you would have never considered, you thought this would be your life for the rest there is. Were there even online classes in your major? Probably yes, especially now a days, but- “It’s probably still not enough. College is expensive, even a couple of classes would eat up a big chunk of my current income.” With a sigh, Akaashi dropped the subject and headed to wash the dishes. He needed to do something, and he knew just what that is, but it terrified him it would backfire.

He made a choice though, it had to be done.

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Akaashi was stepping over a good number of boundaries by doing what he was about to do right now. But he felt like he had to do it. He couldn’t just watch you continue suffering and injuring yourself just for money issues, it could be avoided, and it was just unfair.

So here he was, waiting for Bokuto to finish volleyball practice, sipping on some iced coffee, anxiety eating him inside out. Summer already present but he was sure he was sweating so much for other reasons. Never thought of himself as an anxious person until that very moment.

“Hey, hey, hey!! Is that you, AKAASHI!??” Bokuto ran over to him, squeezing him almost to death, causing Akaashi to glare at him like the old times, “Release me, Bokuto-san. I’m not here to see you.” Bokuto held a hand to his chest, signalizing a broken heart and fell to his knees ready to throw a tantrum. But Akaashi ignored him, looking around the gym. “Is Miya here? I need to talk to him.”

Hearing his name, Atsumu popped his head out of the locker room, chasing the sound of a voice he didn’t recognize. He thought it was someone from the news that was supposed to interview him this week, so he goes out with his blinding smile in display “Did you need me for something? I can change back into my uniform if you need some pictures.” His cocky grin and attitude were driving Akaashi to his limits, but he doesn’t show it on his face, he must do this for you and your son’s sake.

“I’m probably not who you think I am. I came here to talk to you about (Y/N) and your son.” Bokuto lets out the loudest gasp anyone has ever heard, “YOU HAVE A SON, TSUMTSUM?????” he blinked at him in disbelief, now clinging to the sleeve of the designer shirt Atsumu was wearing.

He was not expecting to hear your name ever again. There were nights where he wanted to go and look you up in social media, see how you were, but he never did, scared he would find you happy and in love with someone that wasn’t him, maybe in Hawaii with a pineapple in your hand and some heart-shaped glasses, going on with your life, better off without him.

He feels like someone hit him with a baseball bat. On his face.

A son.

He had a son.

No, it’s not possible. He is sure of that, always been sure since the day she mentioned it for the first time.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t have a son.” he got up from his seat, his face lacking any color, he looked like he was going to be sick any second now, but Akaashi held him down hard back onto the seat, fuming at the audacity of the man next to him. “Yes, you do. He is five and his name is Seiji, he looks just like you. Not even you could deny him. (Y/N) is currently living in my house, she’s been struggling for years to feed your son and had an accident recently, so I took her in. She had no one else to look after her.  Her family left her just like you did. And now they need your help. It’s the least you can do, you’ve never been there for them not even in their darkest moments. Be a man for once, Miya.”

His world was suddenly collapsing on his shoulders. Did he really have a son?

“Look, just come with me to pick him up from school, ok?  All you have to do is look at him. Tell me then if he is or not your son.” Akaashi grabbed Atsumu from his shirt, pulling him over to his car, Bokuto tagging along not wanting to miss the ordeal and wishing he had bought the bag of popcorn he saw at the store on his way to practice.

Atsumu was a mess inside, it wasn’t possible, was it? He left you and ran away not even letting Osamu contact you, he still has scars from the whole thing, but he was so embarrassed of having others know the woman he wanted to marry cheated on him. And now this guy he hasn’t seen in years comes and tells him that you’ve been struggling to buy food for his son? Is this his fault? Did you really struggle that hard because he wasn’t there? He can really be an ass sometimes, that was totally unnecessary.

The school was not far from the gym, taking them about twenty minutes to get there. No one dared to speak at all and Atsumu was grateful for that.

As soon as they arrived at the school, the teacher at the gates greets Akaashi, letting him know that Kimi boarded the school transport safely and should be already home. “Oh yeah, I know. Thanks for taking care of my daughter. I’m actually here to pick Seiji up.” he points over with his thumb to the guys behind him “Boys night” he says, trying to distract the teacher of the awkwardness of it all.

She calls Seiji up and the child comes running over to Akaashi with a wide smile on his face.

Atsumu's brain cracks.

He truly looks just like him when he was a child. But that smile, he knew that smile better than anyone, is what made him fall in love with you in the first place. The way you would smile up at him would cheer him up in the worst of days. It was so warm and full of love.

He did have a son.

“Papa, I made something for you today!” Seiji has started calling Akaashi ‘papa’ for lack of a better word. He couldn’t call him sir anymore since they lived together now, and Kimi would call his mom ‘mama’, so he didn’t really think anything out of it. And Akaashi was not going to complain. Since they started living together, he wants nothing more than to father this child as soon as possible. Well, there’s a few things he wants more than that, but he has no time for lewd thoughts right now.

Bokuto squeals at this, running over to the toddler, “AKAASHI! Is he your son too? I thought you only had a daughter!” he pinched Seiji’s adorable looking cheek, as clueless as someone can ever be.

The face he was making just now when Bokuto pinched him. He looked just like Osamu when he used to get on his nerves, Atsumu thought, trying to process everything. But Seiji is the one to speak up first, shaking his head, not wanting to create any type of unwanted situation for Akaashi with his friends, “He is not my real papa, I don’t have one. But he is really kind to me and my mama, so he feels like one.” Poor Akaashi, he was having a meltdown on that very spot, not like anyone would notice of course. But so was Atsumu, for different reasons.

“These guys here are friends of mine from high school, don’t mind them much.” said Akaashi to the child in front of him. “What is it that you made, show me.” He crouched down to his level and Seiji shows him a volleyball keychain, “The assignment was to make a good luck charm for your very own papa and take them to the shrine to get them blessed, so I thought maybe a volleyball would be better than a red square for you. We made them with felt!” Seiji beamed, holding the charm for everyone to see, and Atsumu couldn’t hold it any longer, his real papa was here a few meters away from him, he just didn't know it. Crouching down beside them, Akaashi stands and back away a little to give them space. “That is a fantastically well depicted volleyball. But it would be a waste to give that to someone who doesn’t play the sport anymore. Don’t you think? Could it be possible to bribe you into giving it to me instead? I’m a pro-volleyball player, surely, I need it more than he does, since it was blessed by the volleyball god and all. How does a triple-scoop ice cream cone sounds like?” he smiles at the child, and this for some reason makes Seiji feel weird, he feels like he knows this man but has never seen him before. Maybe it’s because they have similar eyes, he read cats like people with light color eyes because it makes them feel safe, like they were family. That had to be it.

To this Seiji, looks up to Akaashi, who just nods in agreement. “We can just make another one later with mama and Kimi. I’ll take you to the temple for more blessings.”

Seiji has been completely swayed, a triple cone was a hard one to reject and was now handing the charm over to Atsumu and giving him his signature smile, "Here you have it, sir! Hope the blessing works, I asked for it to be the luckiest of all!" Atsumu’s eyes fill with tears, and he just can’t help himself.

Wrapping his arms around the small child, he cried. He was hugging his son.

Bokuto pokes Akaashi on his ribs, pointing at the scene unfolding before them, with a knowing expression. Akaashi can just nod, not liking this at all but knowing he has the right to do so. He wouldn’t want to be in his shoes, and he knows he could have been.

Seiji doesn’t know why but having this old man hugging him and crying all over his hair, makes him cry just as hard.

They really do look like two drops of water; they even make the same face when they cry.

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The four go into Akaashi’s car. Bokuto wanted to sit at the front with Akaashi, he just misses his friend so much and Akaashi was being, well, Akaashi, not wanting to be pestered by him. But he let the boy sit with his father on the back, eyes constantly checking on the mirror to make sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid.

To his surprise, Atsumu was now teaching Seiji some words, he needed help with his homework if he wanted to have time for the 2-hour special of detective Connan that was playing tonight. “So how do you read this?” Seiji points to a word in his book. “Platypus” says Atsumu, with a very confused expression, “What on earth is a Platypus though?” he was about to pull out his phone to look it up online, but Seiji perks up, he knows the answer to that question. “A platypus is an animal native to Australia. He looks like a duck and a beaver had a baby together, but they are poisonous. Never touch one, ok? NEVER.” Seiji looks up at him with a scary looking glare on his face. He really reminds him of Samu. He bets they would get along really well, but that’s something he took away from them. He could have had a loving father and an uncle that would probably love him more than he ever loved his own brother. He took all of that from Seiji and not just from Seiji, from you as well. “Got it, no touching Australian duckies.” he extends his pinky over to his son and he grabs it right away, sealing their promise. This makes Atsumu think of getting a platypus pet. Would that get him to love him more than he loves Akaashi? Is it even legal to own a platypus? He can’t go to Australia right now; an important game is coming up.

The rest of the ride goes on without incidents, Bokuto almost throwing himself out of the car when they reached the ice cream shop.

Akaashi was going over to help Seiji out, but Atsumu had already picked him up and was currently carrying him over to the counter. He needs to stop this before what he fears the most actually happens.

“You can choose whatever you want, I will buy it for you. Just ask the lovely lady here to give it to you.” he smiles at the old woman on the other side of the counter, probably now in her late seventies, making her flush with his flattery. “Hmmmm, how about chocolate, strawberry and vanilla?” he looked at all the flavors under the glass case, there were at least thirty different flavors to choose from, “Ehhh? Why would you go for the normal flavors? Wouldn’t you want to try something crazy like that ‘triple almond sugar cookie festa?” Atsumu questions his son. “But I’ve never eaten them before, I don’t know what’s in any of them.” Seiji really wanted to try them all out, but he wasn’t the most experienced in the field, ice cream was in limited supplies back home, what if he ruins this chance and gets one that tastes like piss? He couldn’t risk it. “Common, where’s your adventurous spirit?? I’m sure is right here inside of you somewhere.” he tickled his little tummy, making the toddler giggle and bury his face on the crook of his neck. The display of affection was the cutest thing the ice cream lady had seen today, bringing a smile to her face. “Listen to your father, boy. He knows best. How about I give you a sample so you can try it first? If you don’t like it, then we get you the flavors you chose.” Seiji was thinking so hard that he didn’t even notice what she said about Atsumu being his father, he just wanted to try every flavor. But Atsumu felt a sudden sense of pride that she was able to notice the truth of their relationship, and Akaashi felt like he was losing all he had accomplished with Seiji in the last weeks. Without Seiji he has nothing, Miya can definitely snatch your heart back, he’s very aware that you still think about him constantly.

Seiji ended up trying the crazy flavored ice cream, happily eating it on a table outside the shop with Bokuto who’s eating two cones at the same time. “Seiji, would you stay here with uncle Bokuto? I need to talk with my friend here about some boring work-related things.” Bokuto chocked with glee, hearing Akaashi calling him uncle, that has to mean he is important, right? “Leave him to me, AKAASHI! I will hold the fortress.” he nods with new resolution, and Akaashi pulls Atsumu over to another table, far from the others. “Ok so, just to be clear. I’m not letting you go back into (Y/N)’s life.” Atsumu’s heart crashes and breaks into a million pieces. He just met his wonderful son, and he is expecting him to just go back to his normal life? Akaashi continues, “I brought you here not to rekindle your relationship with your long-lost son. (Y/N) can’t pay for his school tuition. She had three part-times to cover their needs but after the accident she can’t really leave the house and has been bedridden for weeks. I want to help her to finish college and get her degree so she can get a decent job and tend to her son properly without dying from exhaustion. You are in the pro-league, I’m sure you can spare a few hundred bucks for your son’s education, even if it’s just for this year while she can get back on her feet.” Atsumu really doesn’t want to hear any of this. He knows he doesn’t deserve another chance, but reality isn’t being nice to him. He knows this is all his fault, you could have had a better life if he would have just stayed and like Akaashi said, be a man. “If you don’t want to give her money, you can just pay directly to the school every month, you know where his school is now-“, Atsumu steps in, not listening to him anymore, “Does (Y/N) know you came to see me?” it’s all he asks and is just above a small whisper. “No, this was my idea, she would have never-“he gets interrupted once more, “Yeah of course not. Let her know I will pay for it and not just for this year. Here’s my number. Let me know whenever he needs something, I will get it for him.” he slides his golden business card over to Akaashi and walks away, not saying good bye to anyone. He has a lot to think about right now.

He just can’t face Seiji again today.

Akaashi goes back to the child, noticing how Bokuto went to clean his sticky hands in the restroom. “Let’s get going, Seiji. Mama must be worried.” he walks over to his side, pointing over to his car, but Seiji stops him, “Wait! Where’s your yellow haired friend? I haven’t thanked him properly yet and wanted to talk to him some more, he said he would help me finish my assignment!” the boy pouts, tears glossing up his honey colored eyes, and Akaashi’s heart breaks completely, is he really missing his dad already? He doesn’t even know he is his dad. “He had to go back to work. Now let’s go.” getting Seiji in the car and securing his seat belt.

His mission was successful but his heart aches a bit too much right now. Seiji stays quiet the entire time, trying to finish his homework by himself, slightly resenting Akaashi for not telling him his friend was leaving.

Bokuto walks out of the restroom, heaving a satisfied sigh, “HEY HEY HEY WHERE’S EVERYONE?”. But Akaashi’s car was nowhere to be seen right now.

They all forgot about him.

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„So Much For My Happy Ending“ (Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader)

A/N: I listened to Avril Lavigne‘s song „My Happy Ending“ and it tore me apart and this OS was born.😅 I changed the story so it’s not based on a break up and bad experiences in terms of toxic relationships but on something else.

Genre: ANGST! Hurt without comfort! This is my first angst story and please don’t read it if death or this story starts to trigger you! PLEASE! MDNI!

Trigger Warnings: death, grief of a loved one

Kiyoomi Sakusa just finished another typical day of intense volleyball training for the upcoming season and heads first into the showers before anyone else.

He is always keeping an eye on the clock to come out of training as soon as he can and that behavior brought attention to his teammates.

The ravenette has been a lot more quiet recently and isolating himself from his teammates more and more since about three months now. Declining all offers on going out, not staying late for more practice and never waiting on anyone after practice usually finishes at 5 p.m.

The whole team was concerned for their introverted Outside Hitter, since he also lost weight and the dark circles under his eyes make him look empty and tired. Like a lifeless vessel that’s barely holding himself up but by the mere strings of a puppeteer.

Right now, Kiyoomi finishes getting dressed, when he saw his Captain approaching him with slow steps out of the corner of his eye.

Meian decided it would be best if he tried to approach his younger teammate with carefully chosen words. He starts lean against some of the lockers before talking to Kiyoomi.

"Hey, uh… Sakusa. You up for a game night at my place? The rest of the team is coming too. I just thought we haven’t done something together as a team in a while and maybe you will have fun.” Meian tries.

But Kiyoomi immediately turns the offer down.

"No thank you. I see and deal enough with craziness over day, I don’t need it at night too.”

Meian frowns at that, trying to convince him other wise.

"Come on, I am sure you don’t have any better things to do-“

"I said no.” Kiyoomi begins to stand up slowly and glares in anger at his Captain beneath his medical mask.

The Middle Blocker is not fazed by his sudden anger but takes a few steps back while holding his hands up in a calming matter.

"Okay okay, sorry man.”

Just as Kiyoomi wants to leave, the blonde Setter, Miya Atsumu accidentally bumps into him.

“Whoops. Sorry Omi, my bad.”

The touch of Atsumu’s arm against his own sends Kiyoomi in a rage, quickly grabbing Atsumu’s shirt before slamming him into the lockers.

The sudden loud noise startles the entire team, completely caught off guard by Kiyoomi’s very unusual behavior. They know that Sakusa is not fond of his teammates or anyone touching him but this reaction was not what they expected, it was extreme.

Atsumu grunts in pain before he starts yelling at him.

"Oi! What the hell’s ya problem-“

"Don’t you dare touch me again with your filthy germs. You stay five feet away from me at all times, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me! I don’t need to carry your diseases to other people.” The curly-haired ravenette glares daggers into Atsumu’s face.

The Setter returns the anger before pushing his teammate off of him.

"Ya know what? Yer have been a real pain in the ass lately, I get that cha don’ like it when people touch ya but ya need to calm yer ass down! Ya been actin’ worse than me in mah teenage years!” Atsumu growls at him.

"Hey hey you two, calm down-“ Bokuto stands between the Setter and the Outside Hitter, before someone seriously gets hurt.

Without saying anything, the ravenette hastily grabs his stuff and leaves the locker room in a rush.

"I wonder what’s going on, he’s like his complete opposite and he never loses his cool like that.“ Their Libero proclaims.

The rest of the team agrees with the light-haired teammate.

Flipping to the next page in the book you’re currently reading, your tired eyes turn to the clock on the wall. It’s already 5:36 p.m. and your lover still hasn’t turned up. You hope he is okay, usually he is always on time at 5:15 p.m. to come and visit you after his training was over.

Closing and setting the book aside on your side table, you begin to sit up on the side of your bed.

You look up on the I.V. bag that currently has temozolomide dripping into your vein on your arm. Letting out a deep sigh, you begin to stand up but your body immediately tells you to stop as you lose your balance and fall down on the bedside again. Huffing out in annoyance now, you try to hold your grip on the infusion stand and holt yourself up.

As you were taking a few shaky steps, you hear your door open.

Looking up in curiosity, your eyes shine in excitement at your lover’s presence.

Kiyoomi is disinfecting his hands when his dark eyes found yours.

With a few quick steps, he is right beside you to offer help.

"My love, what are you thinking? Why didn’t you get one of the nurses?” He scolds you gently.

You shrug off his scolding and begin to explain.

"I needed to use the restroom and I don’t want to bother the nurses. They already have so much to do and I was afraid you weren’t going to show up, so I decided to do it myself.”

Your fiancé opens the bathroom door for you, making sure you get in safely and having the Infusion stand not scratching up the frame of the bathroom door.

"Please call me if you need anything.”

“Will do my love, thank you.”

Breathing out deeply, Sakusa walks back to your bed and sinks back into the chair right next to the bed. Rubbing his face with his rough hands, he wishes he could have come sooner to see you.

A few minutes later, he hears the sound of the toilet flushing and the running water of the sink.

Opening the door again, you see Kiyoomi with his hands on his face, looking extremely tired.

You frown at your lover‘s stance, walking with careful steps while still having the infusion stand in your hand.

Whispering his name gently, the ravenette looks up to you with red eyes, fresh tears staining his pale cheeks.

Running your fingers through his locks, you grab both of his cheeks, gently wiping away his tears.

As you give him a small smile, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him towards you, while Kiyoomi hugs your fragile body.

Two months later, the Outside Hitter stands on the balcony of your shared apartment in the freezing night, staring ahead, as he remembers your last breath you took after saying ‚I love you‘ one last time.

Kiyoomi looks up into the cold star-filled sky, his breath visible to the naked eye.

He scoffs under his breath and feels his eyes getting watery.

"So much for my happy ending with you, huh (Y/N)?”

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Remember

Haikyuu One-Shot

I wrote this for an assignment

WC: 3958

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        “We can start from the beginning, can’t we?”

        “I don’t think I have much of a choice. It’ll seem lazy if I don’t say it in order.”

        “You don’t have to feel that way, I am here to listen. Just say it the way you remember.”

        “That’s the funny thing, actually.”

Bokuto was 7 years old. His first day of school, and he wondered how children could be so mean. It’s been a horrid, absolutely terrible first day at a new school; Bokuto watching as the second graders around him had already settled into their cliques from the years prior. Everything was so foreign, at just seven years old. The streets he had walked with his dad to map out their new neighborhood were so strange compared to the home in Japan where he was from. It does not sit too well with Bokuto just yet. The car alarms which would go off in the middle of the night to the train station bells blaring every morning, it was different to say the least. One thing he did enjoy more was the ocean. The beach was only five minutes away! Bokuto bets all his friends from Japan would be jealous if they found out he could go to the beach whenever he wanted.

Unfortunately, the beach being close by seemed to be the only positive. With winter fast approaching, going to the beach and playing in the sand was out of the question. Bokuto could wish with all his might that his family had moved during the summer and not a few weeks after school had properly started, but these were the cards he was dealt.

Autumn was Bokuto's least favorite season, easily so. In summer, he could play outside with all his friends. They could run through the park and go down the slides as their cheeks flushed with the summer heat. In winter, he could play with his friends in the snow. They could build snowmen and make snow angels, coming inside to drink hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies. With springtime, the flowers would bloom, and Bokuto could help his mother prepare the garden (his mom absolutely adored her plants.) Autumn on the other hand, that’s when everything started to shrivel up and die.

        “I never liked talking about death.”

        “You can’t just ignore it either.”

        “I miss her.”

        “Me too, Bokuto. Me too.”

Bokuto adored the playground, but as he stood off to the side with his hand buried into the pockets of his jacket, he found no drive to swing on the monkey bars the way he used to. In the opposite corner of the field, near the trees, was another boy. Another boy also by himself, sitting and picking up acorns and putting them in a pile. The boy had a red jacket on, Bokuto liked red.

Bokuto, at the innocent age of seven years old, slowly crept towards the other boy. “Hey! What are you doing?” Bokuto grinned, the other boy turning with a start. “I’m Bokuto! What’s your name? Aren’t you cold with that jacket? What about gloves?” Bokuto was rapid-firing questions at the boy, noticeably smaller than himself.

“I’m collecting acorns,” the child replied, burying his hands into his own pocket. His hair was dark and ruffled, rosy cheeks from the cold. “My name is Akaashi Keiji. It’s nice to meet you, Bokuto.”

“Akashi? Your name is Akashi?”

“No, Akaashi. A-k-a-a-s-h-i. There's two A's in the middle.”

Akaashi. That’s a cool name, Bokuto thought. None of his friends from home were called Akaashi. It was new, and Bokuto liked new things. “Can I call you Akashi?” He also liked nicknames; he had cool nicknames for all his friends back home.

However, Akaashi did not seem like any of his friends from Japan.

        “I didn’t see a kid named Akaashi in the yearbook.”

        “He was just shy, I promise. He probably just never got his photo taken.”

“Don't,” Akaashi shrugged his shoulders as he went back to his acorn pile, Bokuto crouching down and sitting with Akaashi. The acorns were arranged in different sections by size and the pattern on their caps.

“Do you like acorns?” Bokuto asked. Akaashi nodded and Bokuto scooted closer, picking up an acorn and examining it closely. It was in a separate pile, almost two acorns combined. “Man, this one is cool!”

“I guess so,” for the first time in their interaction, Akaashi smiled. “Do you like collecting things?”

“I have a rock collection at home!” Bokuto was grinning simply thinking about his nightstand drawer full of rocks and a knapsack of pebbles by his bed, a dual use to defend himself if he ever had a hard night. “If you come over later, I can show you my rock collection!” Bokuto jumped up with excitement. Nobody ever got so excited to see rocks the way Akaashi did. “You should come over!”

        “I didn’t know you had a rock collection. I would have tried to get that for you if I knew what I was looking for.”

        “I think my dad threw it out. I didn’t find it.”

Twelve and in incredibly sunny Florida: temperatures way too hot and his father’s heart way too cold for his liking. At least he had a cell phone now; no need for extreme self-defense if he could call 911 all on his own. Bokuto hated the summer, and he hated Florida’s perpetual summertime state. At least during the other seasons, he was in school and away from home. He could hang out at the park in Rhode Island with his acorn friend, and they could watch the sunset together before sneaking back home.

His acorn friend, nothing but a memory now. Bokuto cried for days when he was dragged out of his home, no phone number for Akaashi as the only person who brought him joy the past five years was miles away.

        “No phone? He was twelve and had no phone? Why didn’t you just ask for his parents?”

        “I’m not too sure. He didn’t talk a lot about his family. Besides, my dad said we were leaving quickly.”

Miami was big, busy, and a huge contrast from his smaller city in Rhode Island. A tourist hotspot, but at least there was a beach. Bokuto used to love the beach, but he was not too sure now. It was late, July 19th, his mother’s birthday. Her grave was far long gone in Japan, but he hopes his aunt maintains it for them, brings her flowers and sings happy birthday. His father was out, and he hoped it would be a while before he returned. A good idea to walk along the beach, maybe meet some new friends.

“Bokuto,” a voice made him whip his head around in shock, Bokuto instinctively raising his fists but stopping at the sight. Leaning against the wall of the halls in the apartment complex, his signature red jacket, Akaashi.

        “That’s impossible.”

        “I know! That’s what I said when I saw him.”

Bokuto shook his head as he rushed over to the boy. “Akaashi? Oh my God, what are you doing here? How are you here?” He fell into his friend’s arms and sobbed for a few minutes, an emotional mess as Akaashi helped him back into the privacy of the apartment.

“Since when did you cry so much?” Akaashi commented, getting a laugh out of Bokuto. The good times were back, his safe haven was back. Bokuto could not even think of a good comeback on the spot, simply wiping his tears of pure joy.

“Since when were you so sassy?” Bokuto settled for that at his response, flopping down onto the couch. “Man, how are you even here? Are you going to my school too?” The complexities of the scenario did not seem possible, but Bokuto was never going to complain. “Aren’t you hot? It’s Florida, in the middle of summer. Take off that jacket, I swear you’ve had it forever.”

“I’m perfectly comfortable in my jacket, thank you,” Akaashi muttered before the two went into chaos, Bokuto trying his best to wrestle Akaashi out of the jacket himself. Bokuto pulled on the sleeves and tried to rip it off, failing as Akaashi pushed off the taller boy with ease. “Oh my God, you’re so dumb,” Akaashi chuckled, pulling the jacket close to him as he gently punched Bokuto for his jokes. A punch which was soft, he swears. Akaashi was not strong, and Bokuto was always the more athletic type, so why did he wince at such a soft touch?

“Man, I got a bruise there. Watch it,” Bokuto laughed, clutching his arm. It was soft, Bokuto knew that, but it hurt, nonetheless. “What?”

Akaashi sighed and went to the fridge. “Where do you even get a bruise that looks like that? You should ice it, and where even is your ice?” He shook his head, Bokuto eventually caving and getting up from his spot on the couch to find the icepack Akaashi recommended.

        “Was it your disgrace of a father?”

        “It was years ago, like I remember that. I think it was, not that it matters now.”

Bokuto dug in the freezer drawer, pulling out an icepack and placing it on his arm before getting back to the couch. “I don’t need to tell you where it came from, maybe I got in a fight,” he smirked, wincing as he sat down before turning on the television. “I was going to go out, but now you’re here.”

Akaashi rolled his eyes and sat beside Bokuto; a worried expression painted all over him. “The Bokuto I know would never get in a fight, and you only left Rhode Island a month ago.” Akaashi decided it was best to change the subject. “Say, did you make any friends yet?”

“Friends? You’re funny,” Bokuto smiled. “Not yet, I was thinking about the beach. There is going to be a beach volleyball tournament at the end of the summer, and I was thinking about trying it,” Bokuto's eyes had a certain glow as he started to talk about volleyball; they both knew that was his favorite sport. “We should compete together! We would make an awesome duo; we would win for sure!”

“Absolutely not,” Akaashi rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m horrible at sports, and you are supposed to be making friends. Not sticking just with me,” there was almost a somber tone in the air. “You can’t rely on me forever, Bokuto.”

Bokuto seemed to know what Akaashi meant, at least subconsciously. “Yeah, I guess I should make more friends. Will you at least come to the tournament and watch?”

Akaashi nodded, and Bokuto could not be happier.

        “That tournament sounds exciting, were you able to compete?”

        “I wish, I was practicing late at night, and he found out and… Let’s just say, I was pretty out of commission for a bit. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

First week of being in a new school is incredibly hard, but at least the crutches made him pretty popular. It was just a few bruises and a twisted ankle, but right before the summer volleyball tournament too! Bokuto was very upset he could not compete, but he stayed home, and Akaashi came over all the time, so he supposed it was not too bad. “Akaashi, I’ll see you at lunch?” Bokuto waved Akaashi goodbye as he headed to his next class.

“Bokuto!” A girl ran up to him, startling him quite the bit. “Do you need help with your books? I only have Spanish right now, and it’ll be easier for you.” Bokuto thought she was cute, even if she was trying to get on his good side early before his popularity completely skyrocketed, he could still appreciate the comment.

Wait a minute, Akaashi has Spanish right now too! He told me that, yeah. “Oh, so you know Akaashi! He has Spanish right now too.”

The girl frowned, taking the books out of Bokuto's hands. “Who? You keep mentioning this guy, I have no idea who he is.”

Bokuto loved talking about Akaashi to people, Akaashi was so special to him. “He’s my best friend from when I lived in Rhode Island, but he’s here too. Don’t worry about it, he’s kind of shy. Always has this red jacket on, no idea how he doesn’t get hot in it.” He spent the rest of the walk talking about all the things they have done together, all their adventures. “Thank you for helping me out. I really appreciate it.”

        “You remember her helping you with your stuff?”

        “She was the first person who actually listened to me about Akaashi, it was sweet!”

Fifteen and in the beautiful hazy city of Chicago, Illinois. Bokuto was getting sick of all this moving, knowing his father was simply trying to run from restraining orders on the women he brought home. It all made him incredibly uncomfortable, but Bokuto had learned the best way to save up was to shut up. He had finally gotten his aunt’s number, and he was planning a way to get back to Japan with her. Smoke from cigarettes filled the house, and smoke from vapes were in the school bathrooms, but at least it was really easy to get out of the house in the city.

“At least they have good pizza here,” Akaashi smiled and took a bite out of the pizza he and Bokuto were sharing, the two of them sat on a bench in the park. “I think Rhode Island was still my favorite place out of the three.”

“That’s just cause it’s your childhood home, it’s bound to be your favorite,” Bokuto chuckled, finishing up the pizza. His favorite home was Japan, of course it was. Chicago was fine, Miami was okay, Rhode Island was good, but Japan was his home.

        “Wait, what? How did he follow you to Chicago? Bokuto, kiddo, how did he do that?”

        “He said his older brother was working at a college there, so he was staying with him so we could stay together.”

“Is your dad still smoking?” Akaashi asked, their muggy tone matching the attitude of their circumstances. “Do you think he’ll kick the bucket soon?”

“If it’s with lung cancer, he’s taking me down with those medical bills,” Bokuto rolled his eyes, picking up the now empty box and throwing it in a nearby trashcan. “He’s still smoking, but I think he’s trying to switch to something else. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’ll overdose quickly, it’ll get me back home faster.” Home: they both knew where that was. As the years went on, the light in Bokuto's eyes died, and the direness of the situation increased tenfold. “Maybe that’s why he moved here.”

“You still aren’t going to tell anyone?” Akaashi frowned, cleaning up after themselves as they headed back to Bokuto's apartment to do homework. High school was hard, dark, and scary. Well, it was when you were alone in a new city. At least Bokuto was not alone, he had his longtime best friend with him.

“And get CPS involved? You’re funny, man,” Bokuto sighed, and the walk was short as Bokuto shakily reached for his keys with his left hand. It was difficult, his right hand hurt, and he was not to use it for a bit so he could still be on his A-game at practice, but he managed to open the door and head to his room with Akaashi close behind him. “Besides, I got a plan. It’s not like I’m spending so much time at home; we have volleyball practice.”

“You have volleyball practice; I just come and watch them all,” Akaashi chuckled, closing the door and taking out his backpack to start work. It was so much harder than what Bokuto had to work on; Bokuto loved that Akaashi was so smart. “You have a game next weekend, right?”

“You bet I do,” Bokuto, once again, had that small glint of hope in his eyes as he talked about his favorite sport. “They are having me start too, I’m so excited. I think we’ll win for sure, but I have to pass this test if I plan on playing,” Bokuto took out his own geometry homework, working on it in relative silence.

The door creaked open, Bokuto shouted and defended himself well.

        “Did he hurt you that time?”

        “What? No, he was just drunk. I fought him off, it’s fine. He didn’t see Akaashi, so at least he was okay.”

The gym was filled with cheers as Bokuto landed an amazing spike into the opposing team’s court, the ball hitting the floor with a resounding bang. Bokuto jumped and cheered, playing the crowd like a performer. This was his calling; volleyball was the only thing that made him happy in this world. Well, other than Akaashi. Speaking of Akaashi, Bokuto looked around for his longtime best friend in the crowd who was nowhere to be found.

“Bokuto, get your head in the game,” his teammate and friend, Atsumu shouted over the crowds, all in good spirit. Atsumu was the complete opposite of Akaashi, loud and overconfident, but he enjoyed Atsumu’s company when Akaashi wasn’t around. Bokuto could feel a pit in his stomach as his eyes searched the back of the bleachers, knowing that’s where Akaashi would typically sit. “You okay, man? What’s up?”

Worst case scenarios ran through his head as Bokuto got down on one knee, eyes wide as he looked around the gym. His teammate, Sakusa, noticed and got a timeout called so their new star could calm down. “You’re okay, Bokuto. Do you need to switch out?” He asked, Bokuto shaking his head. Akaashi was probably fine, probably somewhere else in the crowd in his signature red jacket.

“I’m fine,” Bokuto forced a smile as he got back to his position on the court. “I was just looking for Akaashi again, he said he’d be here.”

His teammates exchanged awkward glances but returned to their positions and the game continued on.

        “Bokuto, I’m sorry he couldn’t make it to your game. Was he just running late?”

        “Bokuto, kiddo, can you hear me?”

They won, but Bokuto could not find the strength in him to celebrate. He was going to rush to the park where they said they would meet to go to their signature pizza place after the game. He waved to his teammates and ran as the rain started to pour. Running in the rain was a bad idea (his mother used to tell him he’d get sick for sure if he did) but there was no other option in Bokuto's mind.

The park was eerily empty for Bokuto's comfort, except for a single person in a red jacket sitting on a single bench in the park. “Akaashi!” Bokuto smiled and ran over to the bench. “Akaashi, you scared me. Why didn’t you come to the game? Did you get held up or something? It’s okay though, because we totally won and-”

Akaashi sat there mindlessly as Bokuto realized there was a pond of blood beneath the two of them, the crimson liquid flowing from Akaashi’s abdomen. “Akaashi? 'Kaashi, what happened?” Bokuto immediately took off the red jacket and tried to use it to tie it as a makeshift bandage, none of the blood coming on him. Akaashi never had his jacket off, and he sat there horrified as bruises covered Akaashi’s small arms. “Akaashi, speak to me! We’ll get you help, but you have to tell me what happened. What happened!?”

“It was you or me,” Akaashi mumbled, the same quiet boy he was when they collected acorns in elementary school. “I stopped by your apartment; your dad found me. He can’t hurt you anymore, okay?” His words spoken softly, the same shy boy in the mysterious Spanish class in Miami.

        “He knew? Bokuto, I know it’s hard, but you have to tell me. How did Akaashi know?”

“What did he do to you?” Bokuto felt the tears rolling down as he sobbed and screamed. “Keiji, please. What did he do to you?”

“He’s gone, Bokuto. I fought him, I said I’d be there as long as I could.” Words spoken creepily in tune with a dying melody. Slowly, Akaashi got up, pooled blood falling in the motion. “I said you can’t rely on me forever.”

“I’ll kill him,” Bokuto muttered under his breath, a grieving rage in his heart. “But first, to the hospital. I’m going to run to get help, you stay right here!” Tears continued to pour as he ran around the park, an empty park with no one to find. Running from one end of the park to the other, only to find the bench completely empty. No Akaashi, no blood, no body.

        “As if he never existed?”

As if he never existed.

Bokuto returned home and found his father with not a single wound, lifeless on the floor. He called 911, no remorse in his voice. He remembers sitting on the plane home, the words of his father’s death certificate forever repeating. “Cause of death: Overdose.” Overdose? What about the wounds? What about Akaashi’s death? Was it all in vain?

        “Bokuto.”

        Sixteen and finally in Japan, his home. Bokuto sat in the chair, pressing his hand against the dull edges of the kitchen table. His lips trembled as if any word he spoke would bring him to the tears he was so desperately trying to keep down, he stayed silent. “Kid, I don’t think Akaashi was a real person.”

        “He’s real,” Bokuto sighed, eyeing the clock from when he would be free from this prison. “He was real to me.” His voice broke, and it never made sense. He insisted this acorn boy he had known since elementary school was his best friend, ready to bet his life to recount all the moments they spent together, but Bokuto sighed as he realized he didn’t have a single photo of him with Akaashi. “We went to school together forever. Even when I moved, so did…” the pieces started to fall into place. “So did he…”

        “He never appeared in your elementary school yearbook when you lived in Rhode Island. He was never in any of the pictures when you were down in Miami. There is no record of him with you in Chicago on that volleyball team either. No ticket purchases, nothing. I know it makes you sad, but it’s the truth.”

        “What if I didn’t want the truth?” It was an outburst, Bokuto shying away the second the words slipped out of his mouth. He did not want to make his aunt upset, but it was true. “Akaashi was there for me, and my best memories from when I was a kid was with him.”

        “Those memories aren’t real, Bokuto.”

        “Who are you to say my memories aren’t real? If Akaashi was all in my head, he was there for me when nobody else was. He saved me first, before you did.”

        “Because you made him, kiddo. He’s a part of you.”

        His aunt smiled, and Bokuto got up from the kitchen table to stand beside his new guardian. “You saved yourself, kiddo.” He fell into her arms; her hugs were just like his mothers. Bokuto swore his memories were real, even if the little boy he met all those years ago was not. He was safe now, with people who truly loved him.

        Whenever Bokuto would tell the story, he treated it as real. To those who never thought further, Akaashi was real. Bokuto sure thought he was, and so did almost everyone who sat to listen.

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[sachirobabe]

Least I can do | B. Koutarou x F!reader

Warnings: period symptoms, cramps, small hurt/comfort⚠️

An: repost from my wattpad.

Female reader.

Wc: 1,341

You're livid at the moment. Your period was nearing and your stupid tracker said it was still 2 weeks away, but here you are, feeling symptoms of pain. It got so bad that now you're wide awake, slightly nauseous and stomach cramping.

The screen on your phone lit up, mocking you with its time, there's no way you're sleeping anymore. You can't even skip school because there's an important topic being covered in math before the big test in two days.

You took some medicine for the cramps and headache, you figured you might as well watch some comfort movies to help you feel better and distract your mind.

Quickly the movie became a little boring from seeing it so many times, your backpack was right next to your bed and you took out some papers to review and do homework that wasn't quite due yet.

But it was time consuming, soon enough your alarm went off despite you still being awake, it startled you. You've never felt more tired than right now, you lazily move around the house, gathering your things, you felt out of it, forgetting things and you're just now remembering what they were on your walk to school.

The pounding in your head never subsided, if anything it just got worse. The hallways were cramped and loud, bringing you more discomfort. As long as you wait it out until math then you could go home, the rest of your classes were pretty simple at the moment.

You sit down at your desk, having a few extra minutes before the bell rang. At least the classroom was somewhat quiet. Just as you lay your head on the desk, your name was yelled.

"Y/N!!"

That voice belonged to no one other than your boyfriend, Koutarou. You flinch from the loudness, trying your best to compose yourself and not blow up.

"Kou." You lift your head up.

"Will you be at practice today? We're scrimmaging!" He excitedly says.

Others around you paid no mind to Bokuto, he's always loud and it's gotten really easy to brush him off.

"I got split off from Akaashi, which sucks, but it's fine because I'm still gonna win." He puffs his chest out.

"Kou, can you bring the volume level-"

"So are ya coming or not?!" He says exaggerated.

"Listen-"

"Oh! Do you think you can help me study today? At my place? We can walk together after practice." He goes on.

"I don't think today-"

"You look terrible. Did you even sleep?" He notes your tired features.

"I'm trying to tell you something!" You lose patience. He was taken back, "You're asking me so many questions and won't let me answer, Koutarou." You sigh. "Now-"

"Oh." He interrupts you, "Sorry. I should get to-um class." He looks upset and leaves the room.

Great. Now you've got a sad boyfriend and you feel like shit. You shouldn't have raised your voice at him, he couldn't have known.

Class went on and it felt like forever, you were for sure leaving after math, this was unbearable. The bell rang for lunch and you were one of the first ones out, signing yourself to leave and on your way home.

You still feel bad about Koutarou, you sent him a message asking to talk, but he hasn't answered. He never leaves you on delivered, especially for this long.

The lack of sleep definitely hit you as soon as you plopped on your bed, you barely changed out of your school uniform, leaving your backpack on your bed as you drifted off to sleep.

Your mom comes in to check on you, noticing you're still sleeping. You had told her you felt sick and she made sure to check up on you.

"She's sleeping still, if you want to come back later you can." Your mom whispers to Koutarou as he enters the room, freshly showered.

"Is it alright if I stay? I promise I won't stay the night, I just want to make sure she's ok." He looks over at you worriedly.

"Of course, you're always welcome here." She says and with that silently shuts the door.

Koutarou sits on the edge of your bed, he heard from one of your friends that you didn't feel well at all and left before lunch.

Now he feels like he was over dramatic with you, he scolds himself for not taking in your body language first before disturbing you.

He sits beside you on the bed, your head easing itself on his lap, he played with your hair, hoping it'll get rid of whatever you're feeling. Your mom came back with some homemade soup and water, he thanks her as she sets it down.

You shift in your sleep, slowly opening your eyes, the headache has gone down quite a bit, but it still lingers.

"Woah woah, easy, baby." Koutarou whispers.

"Kou?" You sit up, getting a good look at him. "What time is it? Did I miss the practice?"

"Don't worry about it, my team won, but that's besides the point." He breathes. "I'm sorry for not noticing that you were sick. I overreacted."

"I should be the one apologizing. I yelled at you this morning. I'm sorry, Kou." Your place a hand on his cheek. He places one of his on top of yours.

"Still, I shouldn't be yelling that early anyway." He chuckles.

"Me too." You join him. "I'm really sorry." You frown.

"It's okay, babe." He kisses your forehead. "Are you hungry? Do you want some medicine?" He's attentive to you, reading your body language.

"I am kinda hungry." You yawn.

"Lucky for you." He says and reaches over you, "I have soup." He sheepishly smiles.

"Thank you, Kou. I wasn't feeling good at all earlier." You sigh. "I wanted to at least wake up for the practice, but that obviously didn't happen."

"It's okay. Your health is more important, call me next time you can't sleep. I want to help." He says sweetly, spoon feeding you.

"I didn't even sleep."

"Well neither would I if you called me, I could've kept you company." He kisses your cheek.

"Yeah." You smile. Eating the soup you're pretty sure your mom made. "How was the practice game? You said you won."

"It went well." He looked off to the side.

"Kou." You knew that look. "Don't tell me you got all emo mode." Your face was frowning, knowing you were the cause of it.

"I couldn't help it! I thought you were mad at me." He huffs. "You haven't even told me what's wrong either." He crossed his arms dramatically and continued to look away.

"Kou." You let out a breathy laugh. "I'm about to be on my period. That's why I don't feel good." You unwrap his arms and put one of them around you.

"It's not supposed to start for another 2 weeks I thought? I track it on my phone." He brings you impossibly closer to him.

"You and me both." You rolled your eyes. "Otherwise I would've been more prepared and I wouldn't have gotten this bad."

"I'm sorry." He kisses your forehead. "I'll make you feel better." He finished feeding you the soup and places the plate back where your mom had set it.

He moved you both so you'd be lying down on the bed, easing your headache. You tested your head on his chest.

"Thank you, baby." You mutter. "I feel so much better already."

"It's the least I can do." He hums and kisses the top of your head.

He promised your mom he wouldn't be spending the night, but here he was, sleeping so peacefully with you in his arms.

Your mom came in to collect the plate and didn't have the heart to wake either of you up, she snapped a quick picture and shut the door behind her.

*do not steal or plagiarize

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[owlyflufff]

The first time they hold hands, Bokuto squeezes a little tighter than he should.

Granted, it’s not the first time his hands have made contact with Akaashi’s own. Tournaments became an opportunity for spontaneous high fives, practice matches gave leeway for fist bumps and the everyday normality of school allowed for constant accidental touches.

That’s the thing about Bokuto though: he loves reaching out for things. His sisters had to keep him away from anything within arms length when he was a baby (otherwise he would have likely shoved it in his mouth-), he seizes opportunities when they come, and victory—dancing along the tips of his fingers, he can almost grasp victory if he tries hard enough.

This however, where his hands are genuinely, quite literally intertwined with Akaashi’s own, Bokuto thinks he needs a moment.

They are given a moment, in the small corner of the arena, trying to ease the heightened adrenaline from a terribly close match, Bokuto finds Akaashi’s hands in his own.

The first time they hold hands, it’s not what Bokuto expects, for Akaashi’s hands are shaking, and the panic from such overthinking has yet to subside. Akaashi’s hands are shaking terribly so, and Bokuto can only do so much.

Fukurodani leaves them be once more in understanding, patting Akaashi’s shoulders as a means of support. Bokuto’s presence alone is an extension of that very same support, perhaps even more.

With every flinch of Akaashi’s fingers, Bokuto’s own would soothe the areas, his thumbs rubbing circles just as much.

The first time they hold hands, Bokuto squeezes a little tighter than he should, and Akaashi squeezes just as tight.

The first time they hold hands, it’s not what Bokuto expects nor is it particularly how he wanted things to play out, but it left an opportunity to fully see this version of him, a far cry from the Akaashi he knew, but he was Akaashi all the same, and Bokuto takes anything, any moment, he can get to understand him.

If Bokuto tilts their hands just a little bit more, he could make up the scars on Akaashi’s hands left by his fiddling, a reflection of pent up anxiety and frustration but still a magnitude worth of effort to be the setter Fukurodani could depend on, that Bokuto could depend on.

If Bokuto recalls, he could remember all the bandages wrapped around Akaashi’s hands just as much, a reminder of all the late night volleyball practices Akaashi wanted (not had, never had) to be part of.

If Bokuto looks straight into Akaashi’s eyes right now, he could think of how much he’s wanted this, to initiate something as kind as holding hands.

As if seconds have dwindled down for this very moment, as if every force in the universe has neatly tied a red string of fate across each others fingers and pulled. Constantly and thoroughly it pulled until finally–finally they’re hands reached out for the other and filled in the gaps that the other has been missing, has been yearning for far too long.

A quote from a cool book once told him to seize the moment, as if your life depends on it. Hold unto things, grab unto them especially when you truly believe that it matters.

Bokuto will always try to reach out for something. A Nationals victory for one, is high on his list but should it fall from his grasp, then their lost and agonizing on it shouldn’t be something that matters in the long run. For there will always be plenty more times to reach for the stars.

So Bokuto holds unto this part of Akaashi with all his might.

He holds unto Akaashi with all his might. For he’s sure, without a doubt, he hasn’t lost sight of something that truly matters to him.

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[msjdott]

Dream A Little

↳ Word Count: 1k

↳ Main Ship: BokuAka

↳ Summary: Relapsing can come unexpectedly, thankfully Akaashi has Bokuto with him to brave through the long, desolate night, in each other’s arms.

Edit on the cover was made by yours truly.

↳ Author’s Note: To those who are struggling with the same pains I’m fighting through, know you are seen. We will someday win this war, and we’ll look back on all those sleepless nights and hard-fought battles with pride. Keep living.

Dream A Little

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[slicesofapple]

Bokuto is drunk. Drunk and miserable and watching with thinly veiled - no, not even veiled - longing as Akaashi sidles up to Iwaizumi and slides under his arm.

Iwaizumi smiles - so brightly that even in the dim lighting of the bar, he's lit up like a Christmas tree.

Oikawa, watching from the other side, somehow manages to smile back as his best friend (and the person he’s been hopelessly in love with for years) catches his eye and beams at him with unfettered delight.

#haikyuu!! #pining #unrequited love #sad bokuto #sad oikawa #hurt no comfort #iwaizumi x akaashi #eventual BokuOi if you squint sideways into the future

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His Starless Sky by MerrilyAround

Completed | T | 4.9k

They never noticed. He never told them. Until he did. --------- Or, Tsukishima is living with a genetic condition his boyfriends don't know about.

Submission by anon.

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WEDDING MOMENTS

gn!reader | kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, ushijima hello everyone i'm back 🫶 these are more reception moments than wedding but y'know. give me a break man...

KUROO leans in and whispers in your ear as you dance, “is it bad i want to go home and just lie in bed with you now?” “why are you whispering as if someone can hear you?” you snicker back. tetsurou shoots you a cheeky smile. “so it looks like i’m saying something romantic.” you hit his shoulder, and he only laughs before pulling you into a tight hug. you wait for him to let go before replying. “idiot. but no, it isn’t. my back and feet hurt.” he hums, and you can feel his fingers tapping your back. “do you think it’s possible for newly weds to sneak out of their own wedding reception?”

BOKUTO is walking down the aisle again as everyone disperses to talk or get ready for the reception. you walk up to him, curiosity piqued as he bends down. “what are you doing?” “huh?” he drops a few petals that he was clutching. “crap—hi, baby. i’m just, uh, picking up some of the flowers to take with us. i saw someone do it online, and i thought we could press them or put them somewhere,” he explains softly, as if a little embarrassed. your heart flutters at the thought, and you smile before reaching down yourself. “we better get some flowers, then. and a ziploc bag or something.”

AKAASHI relaxes and rests his head against yours while you watch your guests mingling and dancing. you reach for his hand and intertwine fingers. “you okay?” he nods in response and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “yeah, i can finally calm down and not worry about something terrible happening.” “mm, something terrible could still happen.” “love of my life, can you please give your husband a break?” keiji blows air against your skin, eliciting a laugh from you. his tone is light, and you can feel him smiling even while you apologize.

HINATA takes one of the polaroid cameras that you got for the guests. you watch as he poses and takes a picture of himself before handing it to you. “do you want me to take a selfie?” he nods with a grin. “yeah! and also sign it so i can put it in my wallet, or maybe the back of my phone?” his sentence ends as a question to himself. you get your phone so you can check your appearance before mimicking your now husband’s pose. “sho, i swear if mine is bad i want a redo,” you say. he sputters as he looks at his forming photo. “well that’s good because i definitely screwed mine up. i’m like half in the frame.”

ATSUMU’s knee bounces as the video of your relationship the both of you got done nears its end. you shoot him a look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, gaze fixed on the scene. that’s when you hear a familiar voice, but unfamiliar clip start to play. “it’s, fuck, what day is it? november 13, and i’m pretty sure i need t’look for an engagement ring,” your now husband says into the camera. you gape, shock evident across your face. atsumu’s voice is soft as he says your name. “i love you, really. and if you’re seeing this then i didn’t fuck this up, and you decided to marry me, and i’m probably ‘bout to have a heart attack,” he nervously laughs. you turn to atsumu next to you, whose face is flushed red. “don’t look at me, the video isn’t done yet.”

OSAMU keeps holding your hand, and if he isn’t holding it he’s probably thinking of doing so. you don’t mind, finding comfort in the way he rubs the back of it. you’re sitting together when he silently reaches for it again. “i’m pretty sure you’ve held my hand more today than this entire week.” osamu rolls his eyes but smiles. you stare as he gently takes hold of your ring and fidgets with it. “sorry, can’t stop thinkin’ about how we’re actually married now.” you stare at each other, and he rests his chin in his palm. with his other hand, he brings yours up to press gentle kisses against the ring and your skin. “just another excuse to stay close t’you.”

USHIJIMA looks over when you poke his shoulder, and quickly realizes you’re trying to feed him some cake. “say ahh,” you sing song. it’s a half-joke, and you don’t fully expect him to accept, but he leans forward and opens his mouth, hand underneath the fork to catch any crumbs. despite his serious expression and stature, you can't help but think he looks cute. “i know we picked this flavour, but does it taste good?” you ask. wakatoshi nods. “it was a good choice.” he gets a forkful for who you assume is himself. but instead he lifts it toward you. “do you want to try now?”

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #ushijima x reader #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #miya osamu #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu multi chara posts u mean the world 2 me #when no one has my back...i know u do.. can i get an amen ?!

[zmbiesuga]

UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader

sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors

warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)

notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later

something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.

he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.

sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.

sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.

it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.

this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.

"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"

he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.

after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"

sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"

"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."

truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.

"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."

sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"

your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.

you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.

you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.

"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."

you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.

"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."

you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.

"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.

he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #i need a sakusa in my life tbh #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq fluff #hq comfort #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

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amab!reader, drabble, needy bo, nsfw

needy!bokuto who constantly needs to be near you, has to touch you, feel you, anything.

needy!bokuto who will always try to stay close to you, even at games if you're not able to make it or be able to sit close to where he's playing, it will throw off his whole game and will make him become moody in an instant.

needy!bokuto who wears all of your clothes when you're not home, and drops them in the basket for you when you ask him to. don't ask about those suspicious white stains, they didn't come from him.

needy!bokuto who will use your cologne to smell more like you, and then will stay in bed for hours just rubbing himself against the bed for you when you come home, but poor baby will be passed out comfortably in the sheets with his little puppy mind content.

needy!bokuto who, when he needs it, will wear your used boxers and mastrubate in them. he will stain the boxers and sheets white with his cum when he's finished, and you'll come home to a shirtless owl drenched in baby fluid. you'll be nice enough to clean him up, but you'll still reprimand him for it.

needy!bokuto who can't go a second without having to smell you or touch your cock. he will get you every chance he can, and when he can't get you he will be whiny until you finally give him what he wants.

needy!bokuto who is too impatient for prep, he only wants you to shove your thick cock deep into his belly. he wants to feel your fat tip brush against his prostate in the delicious way it always does.

needy!bokuto who will cum on the spot from your scent if he's horny enough. he doesn't need his hands when he has you, and you being in his life gives him enough strength to orgasm without his own help.

needy!bokuto who will just suck your cock while you're working, even if it's just laying on his tongue. no matter how much it hurts he loves to use it as a stress toy of sorts, having you in his mouth just makes him feel better.

needy!bokuto who, at the end of your session, will hold you close to him with his strong arms. despite him acting and being the bottom in the relationship, he is way stronger than you and sometimes squeezes the breath out of you without trying to.

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