— morning after with haikyuu boys
summary: when you wake up after an amazing night, you’re sad to see that he’s not there anymore. [start / next]
tags: suggestive content + aged up characters, hurt/comfort + angst to fluff, insecurities
featuring: bokuto koutarou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, hinata shoyo
image credit: @seerlight on twitter
when you wake up and bokuto is no longer in the bed beside you, you think, ah, i should’ve expected this. he’s always been popular, going off to do big things, and there was no way that he would settle for you.
you think that the way his eyes sparkled as he rocked into you last night, chanting you’re amazing, y/n, must have been just in the heat of the moment, because there’s just no way bokuto, larger than life, would want someone as quiet as you. then your phone pings, and you see a text from him.
bokuto [10:12am] hey hey, i had a great time last night
bokuto [10:12am] have a good day y/n!!!
your heart lightens a little, but you notice that he doesn’t say that he wants to see you again, so you turn off your phone and leave him on read. he was probably just being nice anyway.
a day passes, and you don’t receive any more messages from him, so you think you’re right. but then the door bell rings, and you open it to see bokuto standing there, his hair deflated, his eyes downward, pouting at you.
“koutarou?” you urge him inside, tamping down your own feelings, “what’s wrong, can i—”
“did you not have a good time?” he bursts, holding you by the shoulders, “cuz i had a really good time, but you didn’t answer my messages, so if you didn’t, please tell me what i could do better!”
you look at him, bewildered, but also a little embarrassed. you could’ve at least replied to his text, you think now, but you were so sure that he hadn’t wanted you back.
“s-sorry,” you blush, “i-i just thought you were being nice. you left so i thought you didn’t want to see me again—”
“that’s not true!!” he exclaims immediately, wrapping a strong arm around you, “i was just excited, i didn’t want to scare you so i left, to give you some space or something. was that wrong? i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to!”
he’s talking so much, his voice booming. you start to melt into him, your face in his chest, just like last night. he stops when he notices your cheek rubbing against him, and lowers his voice just a little.
“i should’ve just stayed, huh?” he asks sheepishly, holding your shoulder tightly against him. you nod, laughing lightly. yeah, you agree, but just don’t leave next time.
atsumu shows up at your door exactly a week after he’d left you alone in bed, a dozen roses in his arms. you stare at him for a few moments, taking in the sight of his pleading eyes, and shut the door on him.
you had been completely ready to roll over and tell him all your feelings that morning: how you’ve been watching him since high school, how amazing you thought he was, despite all the bad things people say about his personality and attitude. you didn’t care about any of that, and you wanted to tell him how much you admired him, but he hadn’t been there.
you laid in bed for the next few hours, wasting away your sunday, and when you get up to wash your face, you decide that if he’s not going to at least call to say where he’d gone, then maybe he was as bad as people say.
“y/n...” his voice cuts through your thoughts, but it sounds muffled, as if he had his head against the wood of the door. “y/n, can ya hear me?” when you don’t answer, he continues: “i’m sorry fer leavin’ ya... ‘samu said i was stupid, and y’know he’s never right, but since ya haven’t talked to me... i think he might have been this time...”
there’s a pause, and you wait, still refusing to open the door. it’s been a whole week, you reason.
“how do i put this...” he mutters, lightly tapping his head against the door, “i guess i was jus’ feelin’ awkward ‘bout it... i never done that before so—”
you rip open the door, cheeks red, “never? ‘tsumu, you’re a virgin?”
you think about all the girls that have flocked to him over the years and the way that he easily interacted with them. you thought you never had a chance, not against the girls with the prettier faces, the curvier bodies, the glossier hair. but when he had kissed you last night, sloppy and desperate, you felt all those feelings melt away.
“...ya don’t hafta say it like that...” he pouts, and when you start to giggle, he scowls even harder. “i was just... waitin’ for the right time, y’know?”
when you don’t say anything, staring at him dumbfounded, he manages to stutter, “s-so? w-will you take the flowers?”
your eyes soften, covering his fingers with yours, “yes,” you agree, “but only if you agree never to leave me again.”
— sakusa kiyoomi
sakusa hadn’t meant to stay the night—he knew he had an early morning practice that he needed to be properly rested for, but after the way you had clung onto him, and realizing how good that felt, he decided he couldn’t just leave you. and when he wakes up, glancing over at your peaceful face, he also decides to just pull the covers up to your chin and text you later.
but when you wake up alone and a little warm, with no new messages from him on your phone, your heart sinks. you think of the way he let you pull down his mask, the way he pressed forward to kiss you, and wonder if it all meant nothing. you leave him a message anyway, pressing send before you second guess yourself.
y/n [9:52am] kiyoomi, if you didn’t want to see me again, you could’ve just let me know. i don’t blame you or anything.
you throw your phone on the bed and proceed with your day as if nothing had happened. life goes on, you tell yourself. but when the doorbell rings that evening, the last person you expect to see is sakusa, who looks a little worn out, still dressed in his training attire.
“kiyoomi? what are you—”
he cuts you off, his voice so deep and serious that you shrink a little: “i had practice. i left my keys here, so i was going to come back anyway.”
“so you just needed your keys?” you repeat, a little numb, and turn away to grab them from the bowl in the doorway. you hand it it to him with a tremble, mumbling, “...here you go.”
he takes them from your hand, but intertwines his fingers with yours anyway. “no,” he says slowly, “not just my keys. i forgot to let you know where i was. i’m sorry.”
“i-it’s not like you have to tell me where you are all the time...” you’re blushing, your heart thumping in your chest.
he grips your fingers tighter, “yes, i do,” he pulls you closer gently, “we’re together now, right?”
— hinata shoyo
when you wake up, the spot next to you is still warm, but there’s nobody there. you blink, thinking about how gentle hinata had been with you last night, the look in his eyes as he pressed into you, and wonder if he’d changed his mind.
“shoyo?” you call, but there’s no answer, which only confirms your worst fears.
hinata had always been too nice and a little immature. you can’t imagine that if he wanted to leave after a night like that he would be able to effectively communicate it to you without messing up. well, you think as you turn over, staring at the ceiling, maybe this is better than rejection.
but then you hear the front door open, and someone’s bounding up to your bedroom door. hinata pokes his head in.
“y/n, you awake? i got food, i didn’t know what you wanted so i kinda got a lot but if you can’t finish—” he stops when he realizes that you’re curled up beneath the covers, your glassy eyes blinking back at him.
hinata scrambles over, dropping the bags on the floor, and burrowing into your side, “what’s wrong? are you sore? was it me—”
you start to wail midway, cutting him off, “i-i thought you left!” you hiccup, “you weren’t there when i woke up so i thought you regretted it and—”
“no, no, i would never—” he protests, and his gaze softens when he sees your patchy face, “y/n, please don’t cry! i-i won’t leave you ever! come on, let’s go eat, okay?”
you wipe your tears hastily, lip still quivering. but you believe him, his eyes as bright as they were the day you met him, and you say okay.
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telling their s/o they’re being too clingy
w/ akaashi, kita, and bokuto
series masterlist here!
(a/n: since i like pain i’m doing another part of the series😐
anyways! this may be the last part to this prompt since i don’t really write for anyone else but it really just depends!! but i hope it’s a good one ;) prompt is in the timeskip like usual!)
it was honestly pretty rare for the two of you to get into fights
but recently you’d been feeling a little needy and it felt like your own boyfriend didn’t care
he was always busy working on the current manga or too tired to tend to you
and he really never got all that defensive when it came to you communicating these things to him
so you confronted him
“keiji, don’t you think you could take a break for a couple days?”
but as the two of you talked, he got frustrated and ended up lashing out at you
“maybe i’m not the problem, y/n. have you ever considered that you’re just clingy?”
you reeled back, hurt
even after both of you apologized and he promised to be better to you, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said
akaashi sighs, the last panel finally finished and looking spectacular. he’s been working so hard on it, and now that he’s done, he can finally spend some time with you.
he picks up dinner on his way home, excited to see you. he’s gotten your favorite food and he can’t wait to come home and be with you.
when he opens the door, he calls your name, and your response from the other room is soft. it’s a little strange; usually you’d be on him already, but keiji assumes you must be busy or something.
“hi, baby!” he mumbles, coming over to kiss you. you smile softly at him before returning to whatever is on your laptop.
he stands there awkwardly.
“i brought dinner home. it’s your favorite, isn’t it?” he prompts, holding it out to you. you stare up at him, nodding silently.
his eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he sets down the food anyway.
the two of you eat silently, and the air is somewhat tense and a little awkward. akaashi can’t figure out what’s wrong, but he feels that asking would just make it worse.
when you’re done, you smile at him and put your dishes away before slipping into the bedroom wordlessly.
akaashi sighs. he’d hoped that you’d be as excited to see him as he’d been for you, but now he feels like something’s off.
when he follows you into the bedroom, he sits beside you on the bed, poking you gently. he looks down at you softly.
“did you wanna watch something together? i got some snacks from the market; we could eat those?” he suggests, hopeful. your eyes light up at that before dimming as you look away, as if you’ve remembered something important.
“it’s okay, keiji.”
his heart sinks.
“actually, i think i’m gonna go to bed for the night,” you say quietly. he looks at the time. 8:48. you never go to bed that early.
the two of you sit in an awkward silence, and akaashi can’t think of what went wrong.
he thinks about how the two of you fought just yesterday, but you surely can’t have believed anything he’d said? how could he ever feel that way about you? he loves you more than anything in the world.
but when he glances at you, he realizes that his words had hurt you much more than you let on. you won’t even look at him.
so he reaches over, hands sliding under you, and hoists you up into his lap.
“what? i can’t cuddle with my baby?”
“you don’t have to do this just because i complained last night,” you laugh dryly, attempting to mask the hurt he caused you. he sees right through it though, hand coming up to brush your cheek gently.
“baby,” he whispers. “you know i didn’t mean it like that.”
you exhale, looking away. “you were right, though. i’m too needy.”
he forces you to look at him at that. “hey. that’s not true at all, okay? i love you, more than anything, and i love being close to you and spending time with you. you’re never too needy.”
you let him press soft kisses all over your face, giggling when he gets to your neck. he smiles against you.
“let’s spend some time together, ‘kay?”
even before the two of you got in a relationship, you understood that kita was a very blunt person
he did not hold back and was a little too honest
but while he was cold and blunt, he was also kind and thoughtful, and you loved that about him
you felt as though you were a little too much for him, but he never really said anything, so you assumed he didn’t mind
but one day, he came home from work exhausted
after the two of you got ready for bed, you tried to cuddle him, hoping maybe you’d get a few hugs and kisses before going to sleep
but he pushed you away firmly
“will you stop being so clingy? i don’t want to be around you all the time.”
with that, he turned away from you, and you did the same, the air tense
even as you fell asleep, you couldn’t get his words out of your mind
today has been a great day for kita.
work went well and the weather was amazing. now the only thing he wants to do is come home to you and have dinner together. he can’t wait to tell you all about his day and hear about yours.
on his way home, he passes by that pastry shop you love. he figures you’d appreciate it if you picked some dessert up.
he buys some crepe cakes and pastries, hoping you’ll accept them.
when he gets home, he’s surprised you’re not in the living room or in the kitchen. you’re usually there, waiting for him.
he can see that there’s dinner on the stove, but you’re not out and about, probably in the bedroom. he opens the door, and his prediction is confirmed. you’re sitting on the bed, scrolling on your phone. at the sound of the door opening, you look up.
“hi, shin,” you greet, grinning softly. he nods.
“do you want to eat with me?” he offers, gesturing to the dining table. he wants to just talk to you for a minute, maybe share some dessert with you.
you shake your head. “i already ate. there’s leftovers on the stove, though!”
shinsuke stands there, dumbfounded. you’ve always waited up for him. perhaps you were simply really hungry?
“right. well, i brought home some dessert from that pastry shop you like. why don’t you come out and take a look at it?” he suggests, hoping the idea will coax you.
you want to take his offer, but the last time you tried to get close to him, he completely shot you down. the humiliation from last night is still fresh.
“i’m okay, babe. i’ll just get some later, ‘kay?”
he sighs. he really hadn’t expected your rejection in the slightest, and he’s a little embarrassed.
he sits down to eat, alone. he was looking forward to seeing you all day, but you’re not acting at all like yourself. he misses your affection and giggles and sweet touches.
he wonders if you’re upset about what he said to you last night. he hadn’t meant to be so mean to you; he was just having a bad day and it kind of just slipped out. he’d hoped you would forget about it, but he can’t help but to think maybe you’re still a little upset about it.
he gets up and pushes the door open.
“are you upset with me?”
you look up at him, baffled.
“i pushed you away last night, and i feel like you’re upset with me.”
you look away. so that’s what this is about.
“i’m not upset, okay?” you answer, avoiding his gaze.
“but you’re acting strange, and it’s making me uneasy. i want you to be yourself around me,” he explains. you finally look at him.
“i just don’t understand what you want, shin. you didn’t want me when i tried to be myself, so i tried to give you space, and you’re still not happy. i’m just trying to be enough for you and it’s not working,” you ramble, frustrated. his eyes widen slightly in surprise.
he comes over and sits in front of you on the bed. his gaze is sharp, and you as much as you want to look away, you can’t.
“you are more than enough for me,” he reassures you, as if the statement is obvious. “i’m sorry for the way i treated you last night. i thought about you all day and i couldn’t wait to see you, and i’m sorry you thought i didn’t love you for who you are. i love everything about you.”
kita is the most honest person you know, and you know he means every word he says. when he nuzzles at your cheek playfully, you laugh, and he realizes just how much he missed the sound.
“i love you.”
you sober, and smile gently.
“i love you.”
you were both very clingy people in general
bokuto never seemed to have a problem with your touchiness
you loved that you could be affectionate with him, and that he was okay with it
but one day, you weren’t so sure about yourself anymore
bokuto had to leave for business on the day that you’d planned a date, and he’d completely forgotten
“koutaro, how could you not tell me?”
he was getting frustrated and stressed out, and before he left, he ended up lashing out at you
“i’m sorry, okay? it’s not my fault you’re so clingy. don’t put this on me!”
he left angrily, slamming the door shut
you sat in your apartment, dejected and upset
he texted you later apologizing and promising he’d smother you with lots of hugs and kisses when he got home
but you weren’t so sure anymore
you look around, searching for his hair above the crowd. the airport is pretty crowded, but you know you’ll be able to spot him anywhere.
and then you finally see him, and your eyes meet. excitement bubbles up in your stomach and you run to meet him before slowing down and stopping a few feet in front of him. you don’t want anything like what happened the other day to happen again.
bokuto waits for you to throw your arms around him, anticipation swimming in his eyes, but you just grab his suitcase for him and gesture for him to follow you to where your car is. he droops, missing your touch, but follows you nonetheless.
the car ride is uneventful, and the two of you make awkward small talk. it’s a little weird, and bokuto is itching to touch you, but you don’t seem to be in the mood for it. maybe when you get home you’ll cuddle him?
but when you finally do get home, you’re back to ignoring him. you help him unpack, muttering things about dinner, but it’s like he’s barely even there. he sighs sadly.
when you’re making dinner, he watches you, hoping you’ll turn around and wrap your arms around his waist like you sometimes do. but you hum to yourself, barely even acknowledging his presence in the kitchen.
he pulls at your sleeve desperately, and you turn to see him.
“what is it?” you ask gently. he stares at you, and you stare back at him, and he won’t tell you what’s wrong. you sigh, shrugging him off, and return to making dinner.
he goes to sulk at the table, touch starved and frustrated.
he doesn’t understand why you’re being so distant. he’s spent quite a long time away from you, all of which he’s spent missing your touch, and now you won’t even give him the time of day.
not only does he just want to touch you, but he feels like he’s done something wrong, and he doesn’t know what.
after dinner, you’re washing dishes, and he decides to try again. he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and squeezes. you try to evade him, but he holds you in place. your attempt doesn’t go unnoticed, however.
“kou, i need to wash the dishes.”
“why are you being so weird?” he mumbles into your neck, and you freeze.
“what are you talking—”
“stop, ‘kay?” he mumbles, scarily serious, and you turn to investigate. he looks hurt, and you blanch.
“you’ve been avoiding me all day, and i don’t understand what i did wrong,” he explains.
oh, you think.
“baby, it’s not your fault, okay? i’ve just been thinking,” you tell him, turning away. “i’ve been thinking about what you said before you left. about the way i act and how it can get a little annoying, and i just thought maybe some space would be—”
“no!” he blurts. you pause.
“wh-what do you mean, ‘no?’”
“i don’t want space! i came home and i missed you and you don’t even wanna cuddle,” he utters.
“i didn’t mean it,” he whispers. “what i said that day. and i think you should completely forget about it and come be with me instead.”
when you look up at him, he looks like he means it. his eyebrows are furrowed in determination, and the sight is equal parts hilarious and endearing.
you slip into his arms wordlessly, allowing him to swallow you up and tighten his hold on you.
“missed you so much,” he mumbles, barely coherent. “don’t do that again.” you laugh.
“alright, bo. whatever you want.”
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:0 your sleeping on the couch thing was so nice!! If it’s not too much, could you do something similar with Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto?
sleeping on the couch after an argument part two
feat. Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto
♡ warning: hurt/comfort
♡ a/n: ahhh I'm glad you liked it hehe
♡ part one, part three, part four, part five
arguments with Atsumu are the worst sometimes because he just expects you to see things from his point of view??
and when you pointed this out to him, he was not happy to hear that
so instead of acknowledging it, he changed the subject
"Let’s just go to bed, I have an early practice tomorrow” he says, making his way to your bedroom first
and of course you’re livid because he just chose to hold off on the argument
like heck you’d sleep in the same room as him
you lay down on the couch, curling up and draping the throw blanket over you
a few moments after closing your eyes, you sense a looming presence
fluttering your eyes open, you see Atsumu hovering above you, still looking annoyed
“What the heck do ya think yer doing?” he asks, and scoops you from the couch and towards your room
“Put me down ‘Tsumu!” you’re doing your best to thrash around in his arms, but his grip on you is too strong
“Yer acting really petty- sleeping on the couch is a tad dramatic don’t ya think?” he says, setting you down on your side of the bed before heading to his side
“I’m not! I’m seriously upset with you and I don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you Atsumu!”
you watch the panic set into Atsumu’s eyes when he realized that yes, you were 100% serious
instantly wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest
“please don’t say that Y/n. you didn’t mean that did you? I’m really sorry I know I’m a selfish idiot”
to him, hearing those words from you stung him. the fact that you were so fed up with your boyfriend that you couldn’t stand to even sleep near him made him worried that you were slowly starting to stop loving him
the tone in his voice is enough to calm you down
“no I don’t mean it.. I’m sorry too, I’m just tired and wasn’t thinking.” you reply, stroking his hair. and he starts to calm down too
you feel Atsumu nod his head
“okay, well let’s get proper rest and talk about this in the morning rationally” he says, kissing your forehead
“I thought you had an early practice”
“that can wait, you’re more important” he mumbles, hugging you closer to him and slowly drifting to sleep
arguments with Oikawa can get stressful
because it’s clear he knows what the issue is- but sometimes his pride just gets in the way of admitting his wrongs
during your latest argument, he accidentally snaps at you for being too much and how he already knows what you told him
he calms down for a bit, but doesn’t realize how his words stung you
“let’s just go to bed” he sighs and makes way towards your bedroom
you’re honestly really hurt, and it feels just wrong to go to bed during this entire debacle, so instead you lay down on the couch to sleep
the argument itself was extremely tiring for you, so you’re able to fall asleep in no time at all
but Oikawa’s still awake in bed, just scrolling through his phone waiting for you to come in
after sometime of mindlessly going through social media, it finally hits him that he’s been waiting for a considerable amount of time
his first thought is that you were still riled up and just didn’t want to go to sleep right at this moment, so he heads out to the living room to get you to go to bed
"Y/n-chan, c’mon time to go to sleep. You can’t just stay up that’s not good ..” he stops talking the moment he sees you fast asleep on the couch
and now he’s freaking out. it’s not that you didn’t want to sleep- it’s that you didn’t want to sleep with him
which says a lot about how you currently feel about him and your argument
he panics and rushes over to the couch to wake you up
“I- wha? What do you want Tooru?” you groan, keeping your eyes shut
“I’m sorry!” he says, throwing his arms around you
“...what?” you’re starting to wake up more, but you definitely heard him apologize
“I said I’m sorry. I don’t want to argue anymore if it means you refusing to sleep in the same bed as me” you’re now fully awake and look at your boyfriend, and you can see the alarm in his expression
he’s just too scared to lose you, and he’s afraid that if hets you sleep on the couch just this once, then things will go downhill from there
but that’s a discussion for another day
you look at your boyfriend and you can tell how sincere he’s being with his apology, so you lift your arms up
and he carries you back to bed
“..we still have to talk about it in the morning you know” you mumble
“mhmm” he hums before pulling you closer to him
he doesn’t care about that all too much because he knows you two will be alright in the morning
arguments with Bokuto were uncommon, but when they did occur it was a big deal
and tonight was no exception
the two of you weren’t listening to one another and it felt like you both were talking to a brick wall- it was terribly annoying to deal with and you knew it was going nowhere
"C'mon Kou, let's head to bed- we can talk more in the morning" you sigh, and without a word, the two of you start preparing for bed
while you're brushing your teeth, you start thinking about how you really don't feel as if it's right to be in bed with your boyfriend
the argument was kind of your fault, wasn't it? you started to feel extremely guilty for your actions- and thus you made the decision to sleep on the couch
perhaps sleeping separately would help the both of you clear your minds more
when you finish up your nightly routine, you peek your head into the bedroom, you saw Bokuto fast asleep
you made your way to the closet to grab a spare blanket and head towards the couch
you were extremely exhausted so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep too
but Bokuto woke up probably an hour after he had fallen asleep, and of course he noticed that you weren’t next to him
his first thought was that you went to get water, so he decided to stroll into the kitchen to grab some for himself
but when he entered the living room and saw you sleeping on the couch, he was extremely confused, like have you been sleeping there the entire time?
he walks up to the couch and frowns, feeling especially guilty that you had chosen to slept on the couch
brushes some of your hair out of your face and cups half of your face
he sees you smile a bit in your sleep upon feeling his touch and there’s a wave of relief in him
like heck he was going to let you sleep alone now
when you wake up hours later, you notice that you’re no longer sleeping on the couch- but instead on Bokuto who is the one on the couch
your head is rested on his chest, and while the movement of his chest rising and falling brings great comfort- you’re honestly confused as to how this happened
apparently Bokuto tried to squeeze into laying down on the couch with you, and while the both of you technically did fit, it wasn’t the most ideal way to sleep
so he just kind scooted you on top of him, and you slept peacefully on him, hugging him like a giant teddy bear in the process
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they see you wearing a men’s sized sweater and think you’re cheating on them
characters: atsumu, bokuto, kenma, ushijima, (gn!reader)
summary: what happens when they see you wearing a men’s sized sweater and wrongfully assume you’re cheating on them.
warnings: nothing, just a hint of angst, some suggestive things and some dumb boys–
notes: this actually isn't that angsty! everyone is aged up and living together but it doesn’t really matter lmao (u can request others if you’d like! i kinda wanna do kageyama and oikawa)
part one | part two
this dumbass sees you all cozy in this extremely over sized sweater––like his size sweater
you’re on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, your head leaning on a sweater paw
and at first he gets distracted cause you look so cute and his face softens
but then he realizes that he doesn’t recognize it, and it sure as hell isn’t yours
and !! he knows !! it’s not his !!
and he immediately thinks it’s another mans, i mean what possible other explanation could there be–
his brows furrow and he just speaks without thinking, masking his hurt with anger
“so who is it?” he crosses his arms and stares down at you, practically barking, his voice breaking the silence around you.
you pause immediately and look up at him confused, noticing how he’s doing the same stance he does when he’s trying to act tough. “what?”
he tuts and rolls his eyes, sighing in annoyance. were you really going to deny it? he narrows his eyes. “who. is. it.” the look of confusion on your face only deepens and he can feel his blood start to boil. his voice is dead cold and it sends a shiver up your spine. “who have you been fucking?”
you blink, once, then twice. “...you? what’s going on here––”
“don’t play dumb with me, y/n.”
you looked around the room for a few seconds then back to him. “...is it daddy? is that the answer––”
“y/n.” he growls impatiently.
“i don’t know what’s going on!”
he breaks and steps closer to you, yelling almost in your face. “you’re cheating on me!”
“what?!” you practically shriek. “why would you think that??”
he scoffs, “are you kidding me?? the evidence is right there in front of my freakin’ face!” he points at you and you start to get aggravated as well, not knowing where these absurd allegations came from.
“what the fuck are you talking about tsumu?” you set your phone down and stand up, a few inches away from him.
“that fuckin’ ugly ass sweater you’re wearin’! you really think you’d be able to hide that from me, i’m not a dumbass!”
you look at him bewildered and down to your sweater, pulling at the hem. “you think it’s ugly? i bought it yesterday i thought it was cute–”
“i don’t give a shit! how could you do this to me i thought––” he cuts himself off and blinks a few times, the redness in his cheeks and on his neck slowly fading away. “wait you...you what?”
you looked back up at him. “i said i bought it yesterday...? what does that have to do with––”
“so it’s not some other guy’s sweater...”
the both of you stood there for a few seconds just staring at each other, you in disbelief, him with a guilty and sheepish smile on his face. without warning, you slapped his arm and he shrieked.
“ow?! that hurt!”
“i don’t care! you really thought i would cheat on you?!” you tried to shove past him but he stopped you, eyes wide as he held you by the waist.
“baby i’m sorry––”
you looked up at him, eyes watery. “what the hell, ‘tsumu?”
he felt his eyes start to water up too, a dull ache in the back of his throat as he pulled you into his arms and held you tight. “i’m so sorry babylove, i––i wasn’t thinking and i just––i saw you all cozy in that sweater and the thought of you wearing someone else’s clothes, being with someone else...” you wrapped your arms around him, hearing the pain he was trying to hide, in his voice.
his voice was small as he mumbled, his cheek smushed against your head. “i thought you had some side piece hiding around somewhere.”
you shook your head and nestled your head into his chest. “don’t be ridiculous ‘tsumu, if anything you’d be the side piece.”
“hey!” he pulls away to look at you and smiles when he sees your lips curved upwards cheekily. his thumbs came up to wipe the remnants of your tears that hadn’t soaked into his sweater. “can we go cuddle now?”
you pretended to think, “hm i don’t know...i don’t think you deserve those right now.”
he pouted. “please? i’ll do anything––i’ll cook all our meals for the whole week!”
you cringed, “last time you cooked, you almost burnt the kitchen down.”
his shoulders drooped as he tried to think of another offer. “oh!” he perked up, eyes bright. “i’ll get ‘samu to cook for us? he owes me a favor anyway–”
you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “deal.”
this absolute angel would be so sad :(((
at first he’d be like :D they’re so cute
and he’d be staring at you, all entranced and in love
then he realizes he doesn’t recognize the sweater cause he’s never seen you wear it before (he knows all of your outfits, he compliments all of them) and then he also realizes how big it is on you ://
immediately gets in a bad mood, more sad then angry
baby boy is just hurt tbh
was he not good enough?
he doesn’t even say anything, he just sulks and hopes you’ll come to him and let him down easy or come to your senses and leave the other guy
he’d forgive you, he loves you too much
bokuto walked into the bedroom where you were and paused for a bit before lying down next to you and staring up at the ceiling. you could feel his energy shift as he walked in, as if there were a cloud above him.
“kou?” you asked, looking away from your phone to your pouting boyfriend. he simply hummed in response, not even glancing at you. “what’s wrong?”
he bit his lip, blinking a few times before responding. “mm, nothing.”
your brows furrowed, wondering what could have possibly put him in a bad mood. “oh i know, did akaashi beat you at cup pong on that imessage game again?”
he frowned, “no––i mean yes, but––” he finally turned to look at you, eyes wide, filled with unshed tears and you sat up, alarmed. “are you happy?”
you tilted your head in confusion. “happy?”
“yes,” he nodded. “with me.” he was looking at you hopefully, the usual light in his eyes now dim.
now it was your turn to frown. “of course i am, baby. i’m happiest when i’m with you. why are you asking me that?”
he seemed to perk up a bit at that, but he still wasn’t fully himself. he looked away, “nothing, no reason.”
“nuh uh,” you scooted closer to him and gently cradled his face, turning him to face you. “why are you asking me this? something’s obviously up.”
his hand came up to hold yours on his cheek. “i just...” he looked down to your sweater. “you look really pretty in that sweater, you know? i think that’s what hurts the most, you still look like mine, my baby...even though you’re not wearing my sweater.”
“that’s what this is about? bo, you had me worried! if you want me to wear your sweaters i will, you know i love wearing them.”
he looked up into your eyes, “but what about this one? what about the other–”
“i only bought this cause it was on sale, it’s not like i’m attached to it or anything. honestly, i like yours a lot better.” you smiled at him and you could see all the tension leaving his body, the hurt leaving his face as he smiled wide.
“you––you bought it!”
this boy confused you more and more every day. “yes, i bought it. what’s up with you?”
he shook his head vigorously like a little puppy, eyes wide as he hastily wiped his tears. “no–nothing!” he pulled you into his arms and you fell into him with a gasp, your legs on either side of him as he held you tight. “i love you so much, my precious angel.”
you raised a brow, giving into his embrace. “o–kay? i love you too, baby.” you let your head fall onto his shoulder, your boy was always so dramatic...
kenma would be gaming at his desk, cat headphones on
and you’d sneak in, bored of doing whatever it is you were doing before, to sit on his lap as you always do
he’d barely look away from the screen as you squeeze into the chair with him, lifting and opening his arms to let you in
you’d snuggle against him and as he plays, he unconsciously kisses your forehead and lean his head onto yours
he’d honestly play for a good while before he takes a break or a loading screen pops up before the next mission and he’d finally take a good look at you all cozied up on top of him
he’d bring a hand to your waist, just to let you know that he’s there and appreciates your company
he’d notice how peaceful you look, your eyes closed as you held onto his sweatshirt
but then he’d notice your sweatshirt and his brows would furrow
you felt kenma stiffen underneath you, and at first you thought it was because his game was getting intense––but you couldn’t hear any noise coming from the monitor or from the keyboard (and trust me you would hear when he was typing––his fingers going at fifty miles per hour).
you opened your eyes to see him staring off to the side, not even paying attention to his game resuming, a worrying crease between his brows. you took the hand that was fisting his collar and brought it up to hold his cheek and though he softened at the touch at first, as he always did, you could tell something was off.
“baby?” you mumbled. “what’s wrong? did something happen in your game?”
he barely even heard you at first, too caught up in his own troublesome thoughts. was it someone else’s? another guy’s? you wouldn’t––right?
“baby?” again, no response.
you sat up and his hands fell to the arm rests, or more like he put them there, as though he wanted you to get off. this was immediately a bad sign––he never wanted you to get off, even when you had to pee, he would grumble and hold you tighter, continuing to play his game as though you weren’t about to literally piss your pants.
you turned his head towards you but he still wouldn’t look at you, instead choosing to look down. “ken what’s wrong? you’re worrying me.” he finally looked into your eyes and you felt a chill run through your body at the fierce look in them, an indescribable emotion swimming in his irises.
he stared at you first for a few moments silently before speaking up. “when did––” he paused, unsure of how to go about this, his voice small and hesitant. “when did you get this sweater?”
you looked down at the fabric you were practically melting in and back up at him, a confused pout on your face. “a few months ago, why?”
“a few months?” he frowned and tilted his head back down. it’s been that long?
“yeah, i got it at that thrift store, you know the one by the café? why do you ask?”
at that, his eyes widened and his lips parted, but he quickly snapped out of it and wrapped his arms around you. “n–nothing. no reason.”
“doesn’t matter.” he pulled you close so that you were leaning on him again, his arms tight, not letting you up.
you snuggled back against him hesitantly, your hand sliding up to play with the loose bundles of hair that fell out of his bun at the nape of his neck. you smiled as he purred at your touch, his hands going back to the keyboard.
you felt yourself sink back into his embrace, your fatigue quickly washing over you again. you’d definitely ask him what that was about after you woke up.
poor baby sees the sweater and tries to remember if he’s ever seen you wear it, since he already knows it’s not his
he comes to the conclusion that it’s most likely another man’s since it’s so big on you and immediately assumes it’s his fault ://
he just stands and stares at you for a while, brows furrowed in thought
but he does that all the time, so you don’t think anything of it and just go about your business cutting up your apple slices in the kitchen
he notices how the fabric is swallowing you up, but it’s still not as big as his, and that at least gives him a teeny bit of satisfaction that whoever this man is, he’s bigger than him
after a few minutes of contemplation, he stands next to you and speaks up
“do i not satisfy you enough, y/n?”
you paused and the sound of your knife slicing fruit came to a halt as you looked up at your boyfriend to see if he was joking. he wasn’t. you almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation but looking at the seriousness in ushijima’s expression, you decided against it. given the way your eyes would fill with tears, the way your thighs would tremble as you clung to him after every night you spent together in bed, he should have known the answer to that question. but maybe he meant it another way––
“in what way?” he frowned and you went on. “if you meant sex wise...then yes, you more than satisfy me. if it’s in terms of love and affection, then the answer is also yes. short answer is yes, always.”
this only seemed to trouble him further, somehow. “then what is it?”
you tilted your head in confusion, “what is what?”
“what made you go elsewhere?”
you blink and put the knife down. “ushi, i have no idea what you’re talking about, i’ve been here all day.”
“what made you go and find someone else to take care of you?” he said bluntly.
“what? i didn’t...” you turned fully to face him, piecing together what he was saying so cryptically yet plainly at the same time. looking at his features carefully, you could see the anger, frustration and most of all, the hurt he was trying to hide, on his face. your voice shrunk in size. “wait, you think i’m cheating on you?” he nodded silently and you felt a twitch in your stomach. “why would you think that?”
he reached down, “this” he tugged at the sleeve of your sweater with two fingers, as if it disgusted him. “is not mine. and it is far too large to be yours.” he crossed his arms and looked at you, waiting for an explanation.
you paused for a few seconds before you burst out laughing and he only stood there, watching you, offended and utterly confused. why was this funny? “i’m sorry baby i just––” you placed one hand on the counter and tried to hold yourself up and not fall down to your knees. you waited until your laugh died down to a giggle before looking up at your adorable, dumb boyfriend with a smile on your face.
“this isn’t your sweater, you’re right. but it is mine. i bought it the other day, it’s just oversized.”
his arms slowly dropped to his sides. “––oh.”
“yeah, ‘oh’.” you shook your head slightly. “you really thought i would cheat on you?”
“i didn’t want to believe it. i wasn’t sure, so i asked.”
you pursed your lips, more amused than anything. “more like you accused me, ushi.”
he looked down in shame. “i’m sorry.”
you placed a hand on his chest as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. “i would never hurt you like that. i’m yours.” you leaned up on your tiptoes and he bent down, eager to give you the kiss you wanted. he pressed his lips against yours, his hands holding you tight.
when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. “i really am sorry.”
you placed a hand on his cheek and pulled back to look into his eyes, smiling at the way he nuzzled into your touch. “it’s okay baby. how about i just wear your sweaters instead of buying my own, hm?” though you were slightly teasing, he nodded, more serious than ever.
“i would like that.”
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Because I’m addicted to angst like crazy, can I request headcannons or mini scenario’s of the reader wanting to confess to Kuroo, Suna, Sakusa, and Akaashi but she overhears how said boys don’t like her like that or how they would turn her down, so she distances themselves from them so she can move on easier? They notice and confront her about it and when she explains that she heard them say they don’t like her and are trying to move on...Idk, it’s up to you if you want to make it a full angst or angst to fluff, you write so well 🥺
you overhear that they don’t like you
a/n: ... i know you said mini scenarios... but this was divided into two parts bc kuroo and suna’s are like... 3k words in total.. please i think i went a bit overboard with this. akaashi and sakusa will be linked once done ! I hope you enjoy these for now... :DD
Warnings: angst ig?
Characters: Kuroo, Suna
(read akaashi and sakusa’s here)
(read atsumu and kita's here)
With a sigh, you tried mustering up all the confidence you can as you trudged towards the gym.
‘This is the day.’ You thought to yourself. You were finally going to confess to Kuroo. After having numerous debates with your mind, you finally came to the decision to confess.
Your heartbeat quickened at the numerous scenarios you were thinking, most of them being rejection.
The worst thing that can happen is rejection, right?
You couldn’t help but fall for Kuroo, how could you not? He was funny, smart, and being handsome was a nice plus. You already knew that it would be hard to just tell him about your feelings, especially knowing that he probably only viewed you as a friend.
Once you arrived by the gym, you took a deep breath before going in with a smile, waving to Kenma who acknowledged you by looking up from his game.
“Uh.. Have you seen Kuroo?” you sheepishly asked Kenma who looked at you curiously before nodding to the locker room.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Kenma called out. “Yeah?”
“Goodluck.” Your eyes widened as he gave you a small smile.
You sometimes hated how perceptive Kenma is despite his nonchalant behavior. With a determined nod, you walked towards the locker room, hoping to see Kuroo walk out from the door.
When you were at a near distance from the door, you hear a bunch of chatter. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you perked your head when you heard your name come out from a voice you recognized as Yaku’s.
“Man, Kuroo. You’re lucky! You have (Y/N) crushing on you.” A smack was heard after, Kuroo groaning in pain followed afterward.
Your heartbeat quickened when you heard the captain laugh in response.
“Come on, Yakkun. (Y/N) and I are just friends!” For now. “Eh?! Seriously? You don’t like her in that way?” You scoot a bit closer to the door, wanting to hear his answer before you take the leap.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Yakkun. We’re friends, and that’s it.” Your heart dropped at his words.
You were so caught up in evaluating Kuroo’s answer that you didn’t realize the door to the locker room opened. “Oh, (Y/N)? What’re you doing here?” The chatter in the locker room evidently stopped. You blinked, trying to keep tears at bay.
You looked up to Kai who looked at you with a kind expression. “Ah, our professor told me to give this to Tet- Kuroo-san.” You say, giving him a folder. “I have to go, please give this to him for me. Thank you, Kai!” You say before running off, passing by the freshmen who gave you a wave of excitement. You couldn’t find it in yourself to smile back as you ran from the gym.
Once you were at a safe place, you let the tears fall free. You didn’t know why you were crying.
‘You didn’t even confess, for crying out loud! So why are you sad?’ you thought to yourself, laughing as you wiped your eyes.
You felt pathetic for ever thinking that Kuroo would ever look at you that way. You were friends. He specified so clearly to one of his closest friends. That was all the confirmation you needed.
You knew you had to distance yourself on the following days. Knowing that if you don’t you’ll fall even deeper and get hurt.
And you were tired of getting hurt.
“Oi, Chibi. Why did the picture go to jail?” Kuroo asked when the class was about to end. You took a while to answer him, you only answered when you felt him poke his pen by your cheek. “Oi.” “I don’t know, Kuroo. Why?” Kuroo could almost shiver at the tone you used, but he thinks it may just be a bad day. Maybe his jokes could make it better? It always did.
“Because it was framed.” Not wanting to ignore him, but not wanting to indulge him either You give him a short laugh that can be mistaken as a breath.
“Was it not funny?” “It was.”
Kuroo was silent for a few seconds before asking you with a small nudge from his elbow.
“Are you okay?” “Mhm.” You realized that that answer was too curt, something that would possibly make him suspicious. And you didn’t want that.
“I just need to listen to this lesson, this is very confusing.” You follow up quickly, taking down notes just to not look suspicious.
“You know I could always tutor you, right?” Kuroo said, a reassuring tone lacing his voice. You turn to give him a small nod and smile. “I know.” But I’d like to not be with you unless necessary. “Thank you.”
Kuroo furrowed his eyebrows, clearly he knew something was wrong. But before he could ask, the bell rang and you immediately went out of the room. Not even giving Kuroo his usual goodbye.
Something was definitely wrong.
“(Y/N’s) acting weird.” Kuroo couldn’t help but mention when they were on the train home. “Eh?” Kenma kept clicking on his console, listening intently as his childhood friend rant on about you.
“And then suddenly they turned cold! I don’t remember doing anything to make them mad.” Kuroo was frustrated to say the least, he knew that your friendship was going well, so of course he would be confused as to why you suddenly gave him the cold shoulder.
“I mean… did you reject them?” Kenma asked, eyes still on his console. Kuroo furrowed his eyebrows at his friend. “Reject them? What?”
Kenma paused the game and looked up to Kuroo.
“So, they didn’t confess?” Kuroo shook his head in response to Kenma’s question. Kenma sighed, “I think I know what’s going on.”
“Well, don’t keep it to yourself, Kenma. Tell me.” Kuroo urged.
“They heard you say you don’t like them.” Kenma said, unpausing his game. “Well, that’s only my thoughts. I wouldn’t know.”
Now that Kuroo thought about it, when he told Yaku he only saw you as a friend, the door of the locker room opened to reveal you, who gave Kai a document that was meant for him before running off.
Kuroo should’ve known you’ve heard. Because no matter how busy you were, you would always wish him good luck on his practices and give him a corny joke to keep him motivated.
“Fuck.” Kuroo muttered, placing his hands by his eyes and tilting his head back on the window of the train, groaning from frustration.
There was a small pause of silence, only the clicking of Kenma’s console was heard before the underclassman spoke.
“What do you plan on doing now?”
“Hey, we need to talk.” Kuroo cornered you by the locker, you shut the metal door lightly before giving him an apology.
“I’m really needed for the next class.” At this point, you weren’t even trying to hide the sheer fact that you were avoiding him.
“We’re in the same class, and we both know the teacher wouldn’t show up until half the hour passes. Try again, (Y/N).”
“I just don’t want to talk to you.” You say straight up, not even trying to put a filter and Kuroo felt his heart clench painfully at your tone.
“Too bad. You don’t have a choice.” Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away to a vacant classroom.
“Why have you been avoiding me.” Kuroo knows the answer to his question, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself.
“I was busy, can I go now. Please?” You say as curt as possible, not wanting to melt under his gaze. Not wanting to break whatever resolve you have built up from the past few days you ignored him.
“I’m not buying it.” Kuroo says, crossing his arms and eyeing you down. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep up the tough act if you stayed there.
“You’re so unfair, Kuroo.” You couldn’t help but whisper. Kuroo’s posture immediately straightened.
“I’m unfair?” Kuroo asked with an amused grin on his face. “I don’t think I’m the one who ignored someone for days for no apparent reason.” You looked down at his words, knowing he has the upperhand. Just why did you think you could escape him?
“I’m not the one who made someone think that they did something wrong.” You didn’t realize that he was getting closer, not until you saw his shoes in front of you and felt his hands on your chin, making you look up to him.
“I’m the one who was deprived of a confession from the person I like, don’t you think it’s unfair for me?” Your eyes widened for a few milliseconds before you pushed him away.
“Stop messing around, Kuroo.” Your voice cracked. “Just let me move on. And I promise I’ll be back to normal.” You both know that was an empty promise. If Kuroo didn’t corner you, then you would’ve completely tried to eradicate him from your life. But Kuroo couldn’t have that.
Now that he knew you liked him back, how could he let this chance go to waste.
“You think I’ll let you go when I finally have an opportunity to pursue you?” Your throat went dry.
“Kuroo... stop. You don’t need to pretend, I heard what you said to Yaku. It’s fine, really.” At this point, you wanted to get out as soon as possible. You knew you were going to break down if this keeps on going.
“(Y/N), please. Believe me. I truly do like you back.” You felt tears prick your eyes. This was some sick joke Kuroo was playing at.
Kuroo panicked, seeing tears well up in your eyes before you blinked it away.
“But I-” “Yes. I know that I said those words that day, but it was to shut Yakkun up… and to hide my own feelings.” Kuroo said the last part quietly. If he weren’t holding you, you probably wouldn’t have heard.
He lets go of your chin before sighing. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I didn’t know how to deal with it so I kept denying it. I didn’t tell Yaku the truth because I didn’t need him to make fun of me because I couldn’t get the person I wanted.” Kuroo let it out, you were shocked.
He felt the same way?
“Kuroo…?” “(Y/N). I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go. Especially now when I know I have a chance. So please.” Unbeknownst to the both of you, your heartbeats were almost identical on how fast it paced.
“I...” You started. Not knowing the right words to say.
“I think we should… take things slow.” You look at him, giving him the smallest of smiles you can muster. “If that’s okay with you?”
Kuroo couldn’t find it in himself to suppress the wide smile that was plastered on his face. Without another word, he pulled you to his chest. His laugh rang out the empty classroom.
“God. I didn’t want to confess this way… but here we are.” Kuroo pulled away and laughed.
“Don’t break my heart, Kuroo.” You warned lightheartedly. He gave you a smile that was laced with all the adoration he felt for you before pecking raising your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
The whistle was blown, signalling the end of their practice. You smiled in encouragement to the members who looked like they’ve gotten through hell and back. From the intensity of their training, you would probably believe so.
“Nice work.” You say, handing Atsumu his water bottle. The setter gave you a pat on the head before gesturing to Suna who was wiping his sweat with a towel. “Go talk to ‘yer loverboy.”
You rolled your eyes at his statement, but walked towards the middle blocker anyway.
“Nice work out there, Rin!” You smile, giving him the water bottle that you prepared. Of course, it was your own water bottle with the liquid infused with citrus. You thought about putting it in his, but then again, the water bottles were identical and someone else might drink it.
“(Y/N)~ Why does Suna get special treatment?” Akagi whined. Your eyes widened, not knowing that the libero was watching your interactions.
“I want manager-san’s special treatment too!” Ginjima whined as well, your face heat up at the sudden attention before the coach blew the whistle once more.
“Seems like break is over, be back later, (Y/N).” Suna stated, giving you back your water bottle and a quick pat on the head. Your face heated up with the contact.
“Yeah.” You were in a daze, staring at Suna’s figure as he went back to court.
“‘Yer staring, Manager-san.” Kita’s straightforward voice cut off your thoughts. “Huh? What?”
A smirk formed on Kita’s face. “Be careful, (Y/N). ‘Yer not being as cautious as before.”
“What did you mean before? Kita-san. I-” “Liked our middle blocker since before you were our manager? I’m well aware.” If you and Kita weren’t close, you would be scared on how he managed to catch on quickly with your stupid crush. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“I sometimes hate you, Kita.” A scoff was heard from the bicolored male. “Sure you do.”
You and the captain went on with your banter. Occasionally noting down some of the notable movements the team did in their practice.
When the whistle was blown, that was then you realized that you have forgotten to fill up the water bottles once more. With a quick bow, you ran outside to fill it up with refreshing cold water. Once done, you struggled to carry the weight of several bottles at once.
“When do you plan on confessing to (Y/N), Suna?” You stopped in your tracks as you hear Atsumu’s voice reverberate from the other side of the wall.
“What are you talking about?” Suna retaliated, voice deadpanned as usual. “Come on, Suna. Don’t think we don’t see the way (Y/N) has heart eyes for you.” You almost dropped the water bottles in your hands. Your heart beat quick, realizing that Suna was well aware of your crush on him.
“So?” The same deadpanned voice answered. You felt saddened at the lack of emotion in his tone. “What do you plan to do if they tell you?”
You weren’t prepared for his answer, you didn’t want to know.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, I don’t like (Y/N) that way.” Fuck.
At this point, your throat felt clogged and tears were forming in your eyes. You always knew that you should have never let this small crush turn into something more, now you were here. Feeling sad just because of your hopeless crush on the team’s middle blocker.
You didn’t realize that you dropped a water bottle, when you looked down, you saw lemon slices floating around the water. As if it were mocking you.
You sigh, picking it up. ‘One last time.’ You thought to yourself before entering the gym, pretending you didn’t just get your heart broken.
“No lemons this time?” Suna asked as you gave him his water bottle. “Didn’t find any.” You say as curt as possible before attending to the other members of the team to which the others found odd.
Since when was he the first one you attended? Usually you always placed him as last so you could talk to him more. Maybe you just forgot? Did something happen?
Either way, the team was in confusion with your sudden shift in attitude. Especially Suna, who has gotten used to your daily banter every training.
The middle blocker shrugged it off before taking a sip of the plain water. Maybe you just weren’t in the mood today? Who knows.
It wasn’t only today, but the next few days. Suna began noticing how his interactions with you have drastically decreased, he never took notice of how much he actually craved your presence until you stopped giving him attention and began treating him like how you treat the twins.
Well, there wasn’t anything wrong with the way you treated the twins, but he thought he was special. He knows he was special, maybe that’s why he thought that you might have possibly liked him back. But why did you suddenly drift away from him?
Suna doesn’t remember anything that he could have possibly done for you to stray away from him.
“Good work.” “Are we okay?” Suna suddenly asked you, who was giving out his water bottle as per usual. “Of course.” You say before plopping the bottle on his hand and moving on to the next member.
“Relationship problems?” Osamu teased as he went beside Suna, sipping on his own water bottle. “Shut it, Miya.”
The middle blocker hated this. He hated how all of a sudden you pretended as if the both of you were only club mates and nothing else.
But isn’t that what you were? You weren’t obligated to keep him company during breaks and talk about your guys’ days and plans. So why was he so bothered that you weren’t beside him?
Suna had a thought, but he immediately crossed it off his mind because he knows it’s impossible.
Suna likes you, and you moved away even before he could act on it.
“Good wo-” “Can we talk?” Suna cut you off. You raised an eyebrow at him before trying to give him his water bottle.
“I’m not taking that.” He huffed, before continuing. “Give the others theirs first then get back to me. Just like before.” Startled, you wordlessly nodded before giving the rest of the members their water bottles.
Once you were done, you felt Suna pull your wrist and dragged you outside. A knowing smirk invaded the twins’ faces as they saw the both of you leave.
“Suna-” “What is your problem?” Your eyes widened at the sharp tone that Suna gave you.
“I have no idea what you mean.” “Why have you been getting distant lately?” “I was busy, Suna”
Suna looked at you, knowing he isn’t buying a single word you say. He wanted to cringe at the way you called him by his last name, but he couldn’t afford to lose his composure.
“We both know that’s absolute bullshit, (Y/N).” You narrowed your eyes at his response.
“Why does it matter, Suna?” You bit back, having been fed up with this conversation. “I just want to know what I did that made you act weird around me.”
You tense up, not knowing what to say next. You knew it was unfair to make Suna feel as if he did something wrong, but you knew the more you acted upon your feelings, the more you won’t be able to move on. So with a deep breath you braced yourself for your next words.
“You did nothing, Suna.” You gave him a small smile. “That is just me trying to move on. So please, give me some time.”
Suna blinked. Was that a confession? He couldn’t register it fast enough before he tightened his grip on your wrist.
“(Y/N)... what do you mean?” “I don’t want to repeat myself, Suna.” You say, gently trying to take your wrist from him.
“You like me back.” Suna says, more to himself than to you. You gave him a look of disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“No, (Y/N). You like me back.” A small smirk was plastered on his face, you felt your face heat up.
“I did.” You could barely see the way his smirk faltered. “Did?”
You sigh, wanting to get this over with.
“I heard you say to the twins that you don’t like me in that way. And it made me realize that maybe I’ve been reading the signs wrong and you only like me as a friend.” You explain, effectively pulling away your wrist the moment he faltered in his grip.
“No hard feelings, Suna. I just need time to move on, and since we’re here now. Can you please tell me to move on? Just so I can have the closure I need.” You say.
Unbeknownst to you, Suna only said that so the twins would leave him alone. He’s always liked you, even before you were their manager. And when you suddenly gave him special treatment, he felt as if you returned his feelings.
Now that he knows you like him back, the twins be damned. He can’t let you go.
“Be with me?” “Did you not hear what I said? I said I’m trying to move o-” “No.”
Suna said, taking a step closer to you. “I said I didn’t like you that way because I didn’t want the twins knowing and potentially ruining my chance with you because we both know they’d tease the both of us.” Suna started.
“I didn’t confess because I didn’t want to assume that you liked me the way I liked you. But god, whenever you strut in the gym and give me your stupid hello kitty bottle filled with lemon water. I couldn’t help but assume.” You make a face. “My hello kitty bottle is not stupid, Rin.”
Suna smiled at the returned nickname. “And you didn’t assume. I really do like you back.”
“So...” Suna trailed off. “So…?”
“Do you want to go out with me, after training?” Suna didn’t know where the courage came from, before he could shy away from his question. You gave him a smile, a small blush on your face.
“I.. I’d love to.”
“And will you bring back the lemon water. I miss the stupid hello kitty bottle.” He was hit by the arm as you pouted. “Once again, my hello kitty bottle is NOT stupid, Rin.”
Suna smiled before placing a hand on your head.
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Or in which: He tells you things he doesn’t mean during an argument.
PAIRING: suna rintarou x reader
GENRE & CONTENT WARNINGS: hurt/comfort. angst. some fluff. established relationship. arguments. (he calls you clingy and insecure.) set in timeskip so pro athlete!suna. & suna isn’t good with words, so he repeats it, over and over, hoping it’ll somehow be enough.
"you're being stupid, y/n," he says it monotonously—uncaring.
you wince. you knew how harsh he could get, how blunt and hurtful his words could get—but it didn't make it hurt any less.
"it just made me uncomfortable seeing them touch you like that, rin. plea—"
your voice is soft when you try to reason with him, but it doesn't stop him from glaring at you until you feel ready to be buried six feet under.
"it's always gonna be about you, hm? have to goddamn do so much to make you fucking happy, it's so fucking annoying," his voice only raises even more as he spoke, making you feel small and vulnerable. it doesn't help that his words dig deep into your gut.
is that how he really thinks? have you been asking for too much? you thought it was fine, you were just trying your best to communicate and tell him if something bothers you—that's what couples do, right? because he cared, right? have you really been so annoying?
the tears are already welling up in your eyes, your lips wobbling as you continue to try to say something, anything.
"you're so insecure all the time. didn't expect you to be this much work."
work. you're so much work to him. you swallow him words and let it etch into your chest cause it stays there to repeat over and over.
his voice is only getting louder as he spoke, and it's scary because suna always spoke with a steady voice. he never raised his voice so why is he—
"you're so fucking clingy it's ridiculous."
you choke up on his words. the sob escaping your mouth is loud and heavy, eyes wide and tear-filled as you stop completely dead in your tracks.
you're not sure what gets his attention, the loud sob or the heaviest silence that comes after—but his tense shoulders slack and his eyes soften as he looks back at you as your eyes go dead.
regret washes over him like cold water—memories of you telling him how scared you were of being too clingy with him, how he'd reassure you that he loves that you’re clingy but now…
the nod you give is barely there, but he catches it and watches you drag your body out of the living room before he could move.
but he tries, god, he tries—and he's willing to bet it's the fastest he's ever moved in his life—right before you lock yourself in the bathroom, he catches your wrist and pulls you to him, arms wrapping around your body as you try to break free from his hold.
"'m sorry," he blurts, but all he can think about is how he can't miss a second, he can't let you go, can't let you be alone for even a minute. you'll hide away from him, you'll distance yourself and despite everything he's said, it's the last thing he'll ever want.
"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't mean it," he repeats, even as you thrash against him—you probably hate him right now, probably—but he deserves that; he just can't let you go either way.
"didn't mean any of it, i promise. i love you," his breathing is ragged, shaky, even. he tightens his hold on you even as you hit on his chest to break away, even if it hurts. especially when it hurts.
"leave me alone, let me go," your voice barren with love, you hiss at him, pushing at his chest.
he only shakes his head. he holds you, still. he's never been more scared in his life.
"please," his voice begs, "i was bein' selfish and mean, i'm sorry, baby. please."
he's trembling against you but his grip around you doesn't falter, doesn't let you slip. you slump against him, breathing evenly.
"i don't—" love you anymore.
"i love you," he cuts you off. he knows what you'll say, and you won't mean it. he knows you won't, but he never wants to hear you say it.
"i love you," he says again. "'m sorry, baby. i'm sorry. i'll listen, yeah? i promise i'll listen, just don't—" his voice cracks and he exhales with a shaky breath, "didn't mean any of it. i'm sorry. don't go."
his hand keeps your head pressed against his chest, his face moving to bury at the crook of your neck—something he does whenever he's particularly vulnerable.
his voice is soft when he speaks again, "i'll never raise my voice to you again like that, i promise."
"please…" you croak, scared of your own voice, "don't be mean like that to me again…"
he shakes his head, "i promise, baby. didn't mean it."
you sigh, hesitant arms moving to wrap around his torso, making him tense up for a second before relaxing back against you.
"i'll make it up to you, yeah? i promise." he murmurs against your skin, and even like this, his hold on you doesn't relax—he keeps you there with him, scared that you'll withdraw from him.
you nod, though. just enough to make his trembling body against you relax for a little bit.
he tells you he loves you one more time, he promises. then he's bringing you to the bed, taking you on his lap, and with every drop of sincerity in his eyes, he's caressing your cheek and telling you he's sorry, sorry, sorry—with words he usually doesn't have, he's reassuring you that you're all he'll ever want, all he'll ever need.
because nothing really scares him more than the thought of losing you.
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hi love, happy new year!!! i recently stumbled across your blog and your works are gut-wrenchingly good ❤️❤️ may i request accidentally invalidating your feelings/hard work (but with a happy ending) with osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi please 🥺❤️
invalidating their s/o’s hard work
w/ osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi
series masterlist here!
(a/n: ok to be completely honest i really had no idea what this prompt meant so i kind of just interpreted it in my own way? if i did this wrong please let me know LMAO
anyways.. these are all written in the timeskip!! thank you for requesting🤧)
you’d woken up feeling extra motivated today
you knew osamu would probably be tired after work and you wanted to do something nice for him
while he usually cooked for the both of you, you decided to try your own hand at it and make dinner
you spent the day going out to the grocery store and grabbing everything needed for dinner
you started preparing the food in the late afternoon, finishing just after 6:00
and then you waited for him to come home :)
you spoon the rice into smaller bowls and set them on the table aside the larger bowls and put out some utensils. the food looks amazing, and you’re proud of yourself for being so productive today!
when you hear the door open, you run over to greet your boyfriend, who’s come home from work. he nods at you and sets down his things.
“so,” you start. “how was work?”
he just shrugs at that, awfully quiet. his head is bowed, and you sense that he’s in a bad mood.
“that great, huh?” you sigh. “well, i made dinner for us! maybe that’ll make you feel better?”
“already ate,” he mumbles, irritation from his day leaking into his tone. you deflate.
“oh,” you respond quietly, fidgeting awkwardly. “well, i spent the entire day making it, so maybe—”
“i had a really long day, okay? i’m just gonna go straight to bed,” he scoffs, leaving you behind in the doorway.
“just pack it up or something,” he calls, and you hear the door shut from the living room. you exhale, disappointed and a little hurt.
you walk around to your side of the table, sitting down in your seat, and begin to eat, alone.
osamu heads straight home the next day, hoping you’ve made something delicious for dinner. he hadn’t gotten a chance to try what you’d made yesterday, so he’s looking forward to tonight.
but when he opens the door, there’s no fragrant aroma or any sign of you, really. he steps into the kitchen, seeing that there’s no dishes in the sink, no pots or pans on the stove, and nothing out on the counters.
he finds you in your bedroom, scrolling through your phone. you look up and smile upon seeing him.
“what’s for dinner tonight?” he asks expectantly.
you think for a second.
“i just finished up the leftovers from last night. did you not eat at work?”
osamu slumps, a little disappointed and very hungry. “not today, no.” he looks at you, anticipation in his eyes. he’s hoping maybe you’ll make him something like you did yesterday, but you just shrug.
“you could always just make something for yourself. i think there’s some instant ramen in the cabinet?”
then you’re turning back to your phone, ignoring him completely. he pouts.
“could you make something for me?” he asks. you look up at him.
“why would you want that?”
he stares at you.
“i like your cooking,” he shrugs. “is that so weird?”
you scoff. “yeah, kind of, considering you don’t even appreciate it at all. i spent the entire day cooking for you yesterday and it’s like you didn’t even notice. you didn’t even care that i worked so hard,” you finish, a little surprised at your rambling. you look away. “i just— never mind.”
osamu looks at you guiltily. “i’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles, sitting on the bed next to you. “i didn’t mean to invalidate all the time and effort you put into your work, and i was only thinking about myself.”
you exhale. “i should’ve known you’d already had dinner at work. it was stupid. i just thought, maybe you’d appreciate it if i did something nice,” you explain.
“that’s not stupid at all. i do appreciate it, okay? and i love you for it.”
you laugh, letting him kiss you gently.
“so how about we make dinner together then?”
when you’d woken up today, you realized just how messy the apartment had gotten
while you didn’t exactly enjoy spending all of your free time cleaning up, you knew kiyoomi would appreciate it above all else, so you were determined to make it work
you organized the shelves and your clothes before putting them away
you rearranged sakusa’s dressers, making the clothes fit neater and look better
you added cute little touches of your own to sakusa’s things, folding his towel into a little pouch on his side of the bathroom and making everything look cute
you weren’t sure if he really cared about those things, but they looked a lot cuter, so you didn’t really care :))
you add a couple finishing touches to the dresser, picking out a little picture frame from a few months back and placing it on kiyoomi’s corner. it’s a picture of the two of you sitting together, your tongue sticking out the side of your mouth and kiyoomi looking away. it’s adorable, and looks great on the dresser!
when the door opens, you get excited, running over to see your boyfriend to watch his reaction.
“you’re home!” you smile, going to hug him. he stops you.
you laugh. “yeah. about that...”
you lead him through the house and into the bedroom.
“look! i organized and cleaned everything.” you look at him expectantly, eager to see his reaction. his eyebrows furrow, and he steps closer to examine the dresser first. he opens the drawers, and steps back.
“why did you have to reorganize all of my stuff? it looked fine before,” he deadpans. you stare back at him, dumbfounded.
“well, i just thought it would be a lot neater if i folded them back up and put them in like that,” you explain. you shift nervously on your feet.
he steps up and picks up the picture of the two of you, and scoffs.
“isn’t it cute? i thought it would look nice to put in our room. we don’t have many pictures of us or anything, right?”
he looks at you like you’ve grown another head.
“why would we need a picture of us?”
you just stare at him.
“i mean, i-i guess we don’t?” you sigh, dejected.
he steps into the bathroom, sighing heavily.
“y/n, what’s this?” he mumbles. he gestures to the little display you have set on the counter, his towel and toiletries organized adorably.
“i just thought—”
“could you stop rearranging all of my things? it’s getting annoying,” he grits, irritated. your heart sinks a little.
you hadn’t thought he’d be so mad. you thought he’d appreciate your hard work, but it just feels like you’ve made him upset.
the next day, he leaves for practice, and you get to work. you’d been too embarrassed to do it while he was still home, but he’s gone now.
you start with the bathroom, unfolding the towel and hanging it up where it was before. you try your best to put the items where they’d previously been, scattered around on his side.
you move to his dresser next, picking up the picture and sighing sadly. you turn it face down and put it back into its box. you start unfolding the clothing and attempting to put it the way it was before. but you have no idea how to fold his clothes the way he likes it, and you’re stuck.
you spend another hour just attempting to fit the pieces back into their designated drawers, but it just doesn’t look right. you exhale, frustrated.
and then you hear the lock opening, and you freeze. you try to fold the clothes as fast as possible, but it’s too late when you sense him in the doorway.
“what the..?” he mutters, seeing all the clothing scattered around you. you sigh, upset.
“i’m just trying to—”
“didn’t we talk about this yesterday?” he mutters, irritated.
you grit your teeth, on the verge of angry tears.
“i’m trying to put them back the way they were before i messed up, okay? i just,” you slide a hand over your face, defeated. “i was just trying to do something nice for you. but you just got mad at me, so i’m trying to make it better. is that so bad?” you manage to say, turned away from him.
kiyoomi stands there awkwardly, guilt washing over him at your explanation. he’d been so finnicky about the way you’d organized everything that he’d forgotten you’d even organized those things at all. you spent all of both yesterday and today trying to make him happy, and he didn’t even acknowledge that.
then he realizes that the picture of the two of you is gone. as much as he hated to admit it, he actually really liked that picture.
he sits behind you and pulls you into him. you try to push him off, but his arms are strong.
“i’m sorry,” he whispers. “i know you were just trying to help.”
you shrug. “it’s whatever.”
“it’s not,” he argues. “thank you for doing this. i love you.” you nod softly.
sakusa spots the picture frame sitting in a box to the side, and reaches over to grab it. he smiles at it softly before putting it back on the dresser. he sighs.
“there. it’s perfect.”
when the two of you moved into the apartment around a year ago, it looked pretty bland
the walls were completely blank and there was no character to it
so you decided around a month ago to decorate it, hoping your boyfriend would be happy with the way it looked
you put up some picture frames and little potted plants, hanging them up all over the house
you continued to slowly add little decorations over the next month, constantly looking for things to put in your shared apartment
a new shipment has come in this morning, and you open it eagerly!
inside the packaging is a little hanging shelf and a couple other things to hang up on your wall.
you’re excited to put them up, hoping your boyfriend will notice. you’ve been putting so much time and money into making your apartment feel more like a home, though you’d be happy with hajime anywhere.
he doesn’t seem to care all that much about these decorations, but you hope that he’ll appreciate your hard work anyway.
you spend the day just putting things up. all of your supplies are scattered everywhere, tape and drills and nails and packaging peanuts and boxes covering every inch of the floor.
you hear the door open, and perk up.
but when you go to see hajime, you notice that something’s off about him. he’s seems to be in a terrible mood today, irritation practically emanating off of him in waves.
“you okay, hajime?”
he shrugs, barely paying attention.
and then he sees the mess you’ve made, and pinches the bridge of his nose, annoyed.
“y/n, what the fuck is this?”
you rub at the back of your neck sheepishly.
“i’m just decorating, hajime! did you wanna see—”
he exhales, cutting you off. “why do you need to keep buying stupid decorations? our apartment looked fine before you messed it up,” he spits, looking away.
you droop sadly. “but you haven’t even seen—”
“i don’t need to see whatever you’re doing. look at the mess you made.” he gestures to the supplies dispersed all over the floor. “i don’t get your obsession with all of this shit anyways,” he mumbles.
you step back, hurt. you’d been so proud of the work you’ve done, but it clearly means nothing to him. you swallow the lump in your throat, not saying anything.
“look, i’m just gonna go to bed.”
you watch him leave, heart squeezing sadly. the door closes, and you sigh.
you move into the living room, and stare up at the wall. slowly, you begin to remove all of the little pictures and lights and plants from their places on the wall, packing them up in boxes. you set them aside, stomach unsettled at the sight of the living room, barren and cold.
you decide to spend the night sleeping on the couch, not wanting to disturb hajime even further.
when iwaizumi wakes up, he rubs his eyes sleepily. he remembers the day he’d had yesterday, and how mean he’d been to you. he’s flooded with guilt at the memory, and you’re not even here for him to apologize to you. maybe you’re in the living room?
but when he goes to check the living room, the first thing he notices is how sad it looks. he goes to switch the lamp on, only to see that it’s gone.
the entire wall is empty again, and there’s not a trace of warmth in the entire room. and then he sees all of the adorable decorations you’d put up set away in boxes beside the couch, where you’re currently laying. his chest stings at the sight of you, curled up in a ball, alone.
he hadn’t meant to get so angry with you last night. he was just annoyed at the mess and took it out on you for no reason. but he didn’t realize how hurtful his words were, and he never expressed to you how much he appreciated you. he picks up the boxes.
when you wake up, the sun is streaming through the window, and you yawn sleepily. you hear noises, and you turn to see hajime shuffling through a box. when you realize what it is, you get up to stand next to him.
“hajime,” you mumble. “you don’t have to—”
he turns to see you, surprise and guilt swimming in his eyes.
“i’m sorry. fuck, i’m sorry. you were just trying to do something nice for us and i ruined it,” he apologizes, looking down. you exhale.
“it’s okay. you don’t have to force yourself to like the things i like just because you feel bad,” you respond.
“hey, look at me,” he whispers, tilting your chin up. “i love you, and i love everything that you’ve done with our apartment. it makes me feel so warm and happy to come home to a place like this where i can just be with you,” he murmurs. “i didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you yesterday and i said some things i didn’t mean.”
you look down at the plant he’s holding. it’s a succulent with a little flower at the top. you smile softly at it.
“help me put these back up?” he pleads, nosing at your cheek.
you nod, humming contentedly.
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sleeping on the couch after an argument
feat. Akaashi, Iwaizumi
♡ warning: hurt/comfort
♡ a/n: whaddup it’s angsty hours
♡ part two, part three, part four, part five
you and Akaashi rarely got into arguments- he was always level headed with you and did his best to be rational over the subject
but tonight’s argument was one even he couldn’t manage, and the both of you were throwing sharp words at each other
“You know what, it’s getting late, let’s just go to bed” he says, and you can tell from his eyes that he was just tired
but still, hearing him say that made you more upset- not at him, but the situation you two were in
“..you go first, I’m gonna get ready. It might take a while” you reply
Akaashi immediately gets into bed while you make your way to the restroom to start getting ready
you purposefully take your time with your routine, taking longer than you normally would
after some time had passed, you figured that Akaashi had gone to sleep already
you head to the hallway closet to grab an extra blanket and made your way to the living room, plopping on the couch
it didn’t feel right to be sleeping in the same bed as him when you were in the middle of a serious argument with him
but just as you laid down on the couch and close your eyes, you heard footsteps approaching
“What are you doing Y/n?”
you sit up and turn your head to see Akaashi standing at one end of the couch
“..I’m trying to get some sleep.. why are you still awake you should have been asleep by now” you mumble, darting your eyes down
“I was waiting for you, and when you never arrived I went to go check up on you. I don’t want us to make a habit of sleeping in separate places every time we have an argument” he sighs, looking more tired than ever
at this moment, all Akaashi wanted was to get some sleep and talk it over in the morning-
“and I don’t want us to go to bed still upset at each other!” you feel the tears streaming down your cheeks
hearing that woke Akaashi up and he rushes to envelop you in a hug
he cups your face and gives you a kiss on the forehead
“I'm never upset with you, especially not over a silly problem like this. But how about we go get some rest, so in the morning we can work out a solution together? No yelling” he softly says, and he smiles when you meekly nod
when the two of you are back in bed, he spoons you close to him, refusing to let go
kisses the back of your neck to help you feel more at peace
with you back in his arms, he falls asleep within seconds
the two of you were in some petty little argument that unfortunately escalated
it was one of those situations where there was no clear right or wrong person- it was just a matter of perception
and unfortunately for you two, you both couldn’t see the other person’s side
but it was well into the night and the two of you had made zero progress towards a resolution, and it was draining
Iwaizumi had enough of running around in circles and ending up nowhere
“Whatever Y/n, I’m going to bed. Please don’t stay up late” he mutters as he walks out of the room
you’re still sitting on the couch, tired both physically and mentally
but you didn’t head to the bedroom to sleep- how could you after that argument?
you grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped it around you, curling up into a ball and falling asleep on the couch
a couple hours after the both of you fall asleep, Iwaizumi wakes up-only to find himself facing nobody
he immediately sits up and is in a full panic
his mind goes to the worst case scenario: you left
so he’s stumbling to get up to try and find you, at the same time composing a text to ask where you were
but when he gets to the living room he sees you curled up on the couch, hugging one of the pillows tightly
his eyes widen when he realizes you were so upset by the argument that you rather sleep on the couch than with him
cannot emphasize how much he’s beating himself up inside
but that’s something to be addressed in the morning- it’s really not worth waking you up for
he carefully lifts you up from the couch and makes his way back to the bedroom
gently places you on your side of the bed and tucks you in before returning to his side- being sure to give you your space
but as he closes his eyes, you -out of habit- roll over closer to him and snuggle into his side
he’s completely still as you throw one hand across his torso to hug him closer
he lets out a sigh of relief when you do this- it reassures him that in the end, things will be okay for the two of you
gives you a kiss on the head before drifting off to sleep
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HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT YOU AFTER A FIGHT
request: “overhearing them talk about you after a fight. Like they’re pissed and ranting and don’t mean most of the shit they say. Maybe he says he wishes you weren’t together or that your too clingy/needy/annoying. And you just completely pull back. Avoid talking too much just not being you and they notice and think you want to breakup bc ur distant”
genre: angst to fluff
characters: miya atsumu, miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime
a/n: this is from 🌙 anon, hey babe you gave me a couple of ideas but i picked this one ahaha it’s a pretty common one but it’s a classic so i had to !! hope you liked it <3 also ty momo and mai for helping me think of ideas cuz i lack creativity dhdjsjfjfn
Things between you and Atsumu had been on edge recently, and your latest argument hadn’t helped in the slightest. And while you were trying, it was tough to juggle university, work, and attending each of his games throughout the week, but he’d had a hard time understanding the crushing weight of your stress, opting to take the petty route instead.
“Ya know what, y/n, it’s fine. Ya want ta miss another damn game? Go for it, don’t need ya ta come anyways,” Atsumu huffs at you, shaking his head as he storms off, leaving you with your head in your hands and your laptop glaring back at you with your assignment. Sniffling into your palms, you felt the guilt eat away at you for not being able to support him through his career like you wanted to, so you wiped your face and got to work.
It took you hours of typing away at your screen, not letting yourself take any breaks, but you’d finally reached a good place to stop, having been productive enough to be able to spare yourself enough time to attend his game. Smiling to yourself, you got up to make your way to Atsumu, but you paused when you overheard your name as he spoke to the phone in the kitchen.
“Y/n’s missin’ another game, cos all that matters anymore is them. Can ya believe it, Samu? Spendin’ all their time havin’ fun datin’ an athlete, but when it comes down to it, they don’t wanna come be supportive. Don’t know what I’m even doin’ here anymore,” he muttered the second part, making you freeze. Eyes welling up with tears, you hugged yourself as they silently streamed down your face, stress of the week crashing down on you along with the hurt of your boyfriend’s harsh words. Quietly, you made your way to your bedroom, no longer hungry or in the mood for dinner.
Meanwhile, Atsumu’s gut pooled with guilt as his twin berated him for his words, heart clenching at what he’d said about you. It was a moment of frustration, but it was low all the same, and he regretted it deeply. Deciding he’d go find you, Atsumu began his attempt to be better to you, realizing he’d been unfair.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers. He sees you laying in bed, curled up and facing away from him side, unlike usual when you’re in bed waiting for him. “Don’t ya wanna eat, angel? Ya should have dinner before bed, ya know,” he says softly, sitting beside you. He can make out the red and puffiness of your eyes, and his heart sinks, thinking you’d been crying from the earlier argument. His thumb moves to trace your cheek but you flinch.
Atsumu’s heart drops.
“I’m not hungry,” you mumbled, voice dry. Running a hand through his hair, he looks to the side, unsure how to fix things.
“‘M sorry, y/n, didn’t mean ta be so mean ta ya, ‘m tryin’ ta be more understandin’. I get ya—”
“I’m also tired,” your voice cuts him off dryly, shuffling to face away from him. His blood runs cold when he hears you mumble your next words. “Don’t know what you’re even doing here anyway,” you mutter. His eyes widen and his mouth drops.
You couldn’t have heard. But you did, and Atsumu’s mind starts to race with thoughts of you walking out, and he feels himself shatter, panic clawing at him with a vice grip.
Frantically trying to get you to face him, Atsumu’s heart feels like there’s a gaping hole when you shove his hands off of him, turning to face him with a cold glare.
“Y/n, listen,” he whispers softly, but you cut him off.
“No, it’s okay. You don’t wanna be here, you don’t have to be, you can show yourself out in the morning. Don’t wanna keep a star athlete tied down to me,” you snarl, making his lips quiver. Blinking back tears, he tries to hold your hand, but once again, you snatch your grip away from his, scowling at him. But he can make out the hurt in your eyes so clearly.
“Baby, please, ya know I didn’t mean it,” he whispers. Instantly, you sit up, making his breath hitch as he stares at you. A tears runs down his cheek when you laugh bitterly.
“This whole week, this whole entire week I’ve been losing my damn mind to stress. While you’re having the time of your life being a fancy little athlete, I’ve been living my own life, Atsumu,” you snapped. He felt more of his heart crumble when you called him by his first name instead of your usual nickname. “And you’ve sat here and made me the bad guy for that. Do you hear me complain to my friends when my boyfriend can’t even spend one morning in with me because he’s too busy leaving for workouts and practice? No. Because I’m not selfish like you. So you can go ahead and leave—”
“But I don’t want to,” he whimpered, more tears running down his cheeks. Your heart aches a little for him, but more than anything, you were exhausted. Exhausted from being overworked, exhausted from trying your best, exhausted from being drained by the very person who should’ve made you feel better, and exhausted of screaming about the same thing over and over again. Shrugging, you, lay back down, turning so your back faced Atsumu once more.
“Whatever.” Sniffling, Atsumu molded his body around yours, clutching onto you tightly, tears hitting your neck as he sobbed silently.
“A-are ya really… are ya gonna a-actually make me go? We can… we can fix this y/n, I promise!” He hugged you tighter when you didn’t say anything, breath becoming more labored at the image of you making him pack his bags the next morning and go your separate ways.
He couldn’t bare that.
“‘M sorry! Really, I am, I know… ‘m not perfect, yer so outta my league, yer the one that shouldn’t be here, but… baby ‘m sorry. Promise. I’ll be better, okay? D-don’t make me leave, please don’t,” he whispered. Still, you said nothing. “Y/n?” His voice broke at the end, and along with it, so did your heart, making you cave. This was all you’d wanted, for Atsumu to simply understand how tired you’d been.
Turning, you held your arms open, making him instantly dive into them, clutching your tightly. Rubbing his back softly, you kissed his forehead.
“You know I don’t want to miss them, right?” Nodding, he buried his face into your chest.
“I know,” he whispers. Sighing, you stroke through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
“I try my best Tsum, but I don’t live in the same world as you. You gotta understand that, okay? I love you, I try my hardest to make it to every game, but I can’t. I just can’t, baby.” Looking up, his eyes stare into yours, glossy and wide.
“Just don’t wanna have ta live knowin’ ya’ll never come to one again,” he says quietly. You peck his nose, swiping away at a few stray tears with your thumb.
“You won’t, okay? I love you.” Digging his face back into your chest, he hugs you tightly, relaxing when you fingers gently threaded through his locks, scratching his scalp soothingly.
“Love ya too, ‘m sorry,” Atsumu mumbles, laying in your arms as you gently lull him to sleep for the night.
Osamu slams the door behind him angrily and stomps to your room, taking his jacket off and throwing it somewhere in the distance. Running his hand through his hair, he tries his best to calm down, you coming into the room behind him with a scowl on your face.
You’d spent all of last night arguing, and it’d carried over to errands you both had been running today, specifically grocery shopping. Osamu had been increasingly snappier as he figured out the ins and outs of opening a new branch, and you’d tried your best to tip toe around his meltdowns, but you’d had enough of the attitude. The last straw was when he’d opted to give you the silent treatment while you tried to grocery shop, ending up with you both having a mini argument in the middle of the store.
“I can’t believe you’re making this so large, Osamu,” you spit, making him turn his head to you abruptly. His knuckles are white from his fists clenching, and he grits his teeth at your words.
“Yer kiddin’ me, right?” He gives you a hallow chuckle, no trace of amusement as he shakes his head and marches past you, leaving to go be by himself in the living room. With an exasperated sigh, you sit down for a bit, collecting your thoughts and trying not to let your anger for your boyfriend boil any further.
After some time, you decide to swallow your pride and apologize, figuring he’d been dealing with enough stress as is. Today as a rare day off for him, and you’d wanted it to be relaxing for him, and a good opportunity to spend time together.
But you’re quickly stopped in your tracks when you hear his voice as he speaks into his phone.
“And y/n’s not makin’ this any easier. Ma damn heads just about to explode, they can’t ever appreciate anythin’ I do. ‘M tryna ma darn best to juggle two restaurants and an ungrateful partner, what else do I gotta have on ma plate. I swear, y/n always has ta pick the worst times ta be annoyin’,” he rants, making your face drop and your heart clench. Beginning to doubt yourself, you slowly make your way back to your room, too scared to face Osamu in fear of making him even more stressed.
Osamu feels himself get toppled by the guilt as soon as he hangs up, thinking back to how patient you’d been with him during his mood swings, realizing that had the roles been reversed, he’d have lost his mind from being snapped at so often. Head hung low, he curses himself for speaking lowly of someone as precious to him as you, making his way to the kitchen to get dinner started as a means to make it up to you.
But forty five minutes later, he calls for you and receives no answer. Frowning, he makes his way to your bedroom, watching your mindlessly scroll through your phone as he stands at the doorway.
“Y/n, dinners ready, ya know,” he offers. You simply shrug.
“Okay, I’ll eat later.” Furrowing his eyebrows, he walks up to you, sitting beside you in bed.
“Don’t ya wanna eat now? ‘M hungry,” he insists. Again, you simply shrug, not daring to look up and meet his eyes.
“Whatever, Samu, I’ll eat later. You can eat without me,” you huff. You can’t understand why he’s so insistent to eat with you when your presence seems to put him so on edge. With a deep sigh, you finally look up at him. “Can you just go keep to yourself? I don’t wanna keep annoying you during bad times, okay?” Mouth agape, he stared at you in shock for a few moments before blinking to collect himself.
“Y/n, baby, ‘m sorry ya had to hear that—”
“No, you should be sorry you spoke to someone about me like that. If I bother you, I’ll keep to myself,” you mumble. “You don’t have to worry about me being ungrateful, I’ll just stay in here till you’re less stressed.” Osamu stares at his hands for a bit in shame, trying to think of how to best articulate to you he didn’t mean the words he’d rambled in his moment of rage. All that comes out is a whispered apology.
“‘M really sorry,” he whispers, grabbing your hand. You offer no response, scrolling through your phone with the other. Carefully, he comes closer, hesitantly laying his head on your chest, hugging you close. “I just… I don’t know how ta deal with the pressure, ‘s a lot. Didn’t expect it. ‘M messin’ it all up, even things with ya,” he confesses, voice small. “Didn’t mean it, I swear. ‘M really sorry.”
Finally, you sigh, carding your fingers through his hair, pulling him in closer. His face instantly finds your neck, clutching onto you tightly.
“You need to manage your stress better, Samu, you snap at me too much,” you mumble.
“I know,” his voice whispers.
“It’ll be okay,” you promise, kissing his forehead. “Let’s go have dinner, we can talk about it after.” Shaking his head, he grips you tighter.
“Wanna stay like this for a bit.” Smiling softly, you kiss his forehead again, settling down with him in your arms.
Iwaizumi had woken up on the wrong side of the bed for what seemed like the millionth time this week. As much as he wanted to spend time with you, he simply couldn’t find it in him to enjoy being around you, or anyone for that matter. So, he’d spent the days out, keeping to himself and getting errands done while you patiently waited for him.
He’d barely responded to texts, missed out on meals together, and hadn’t spent time with you unless it was to sleep in bed beside you. You couldn’t help but get the wrong idea.
“God, for the last time y/n, I’m not tired of you, can you quit bringing this up again,” Iwaizumi groans, rubbing his face as he slumps onto the couch. Hugging yourself, you stand there, looking down at your feet and you shuffled around.
“Well, you don’t really seem to wanna be around me much and—”
“I’m busy,” he cuts you off. This time, irritated, you roll your eyes, looking at him with a glare.
“Well, it takes two to make a relationship work, and I still do my part when I’m busy. Quit running away—”
“I am not in the mood for this,” he cuts you off loudly, glaring at you with equal harshness, making your shoulders sag and eyes water. With a soft sigh, you simply turn around, giving up on the conversation and heading to your room.
You debate for the next hour what you could’ve done to have made Iwaizumi avoid your presence so much, and before you can help yourself, doubts begin to creep up and haunt you. You can’t help but wonder if he’d grown less and less fond of the idea of being with you, and before you can stop yourself, you rush out of your room, ready to find your boyfriend to try and have the conversation one more time.
But your heart is even more wounded when you hear his voice, your name tumbling past his lips, laced with bitterness rather than the usual sweet tone.
“And y/n is being so damn insecure about everything, no matter what I do, it’s always gotta lead back to them somehow. I’m just tired, I wanna be along, and all they’re on about it spending more time together, don’t I get enough from living with you?” Your ears and face burn and your hands clutch the edges of your shirt as you walk back to your room instantly, feelings too hurt to face him, embarrassment filling you from hearing the way your boyfriend had spoken about you to someone else.
Iwaizumi pauses when he hears the bedroom door softly shut, instantly realizing you must’ve heard. Quickly, he makes an excuse to hang up, hesitantly making his way to your bedroom, suddenly crushed under the weight of his overwhelming guilt.
Trudging into the room, he offers you a tight smile, one you don’t reciprocate. Sighing, he sits at the foot of your bed, fiddling with his fingers.
“I bet you heard that, huh?” Shrugging, you stared down at your lap.
“I guess,” you whisper.
“Do you not love me anymore? Because then I don’t wanna waste my time somewhere I’m not wanted,” you cut him off, voice small, eyes welled with tears as you refuse to meet his own. Iwaizumi’s heart beats rapidly in his chest, panic arising at the thought of returning home with your belongings gone. With a harsh shake of his head, he comes closer, trying to grab your hand. You don’t let him.
“God no, baby, I’m sorry, okay? I just—”
“It’s whatever, Hajime,” you whisper, making his breath hitch. “Sorry I was so insecure, I bet that was annoy—”
“No, I’m sorry for not giving you any effort. I bet that was annoying. I’m… I’m really sorry,” he pleads. You don’t answer, and he feels himself slowly lose more and more composure. “Baby,” he whispers. “Can you say something? Please?”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” you mutter. “I don’t know what you want from me, or with me, or what I’m doing here anymore.” Taking a shaky breath, he grabs your hand, squeezing tightly.
“Just say you’ll let me fix it and I’ll show you why you’re here,” he pleads, voice wavering a bit. Squeezing again, he brings your hands up to kiss your knuckles, looking at you with wide eyes, pleading for you to say what he desperately wants to here. “Trust me, I’ll fix it.”
“You’ve been avoiding me all week, what was I supposed to think?” Nodding, he shuffles closer, eyes begging you to let him nearer.
“I know, I know, and I’m—”
“And then you spoke poorly about me to someone like it was my fault. How’s it on me that you can’t communicate?” Lips wobbling, he clears his throat, trying to fight back the tears at the thought that this could be the moment you walk out on him.
“I’ll be better for you,” Iwaizumi croaks. “I promise I will, I’ll be better about talking to you and I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t mean them. I promise.” He continues to stare at you with wide eyes, making you bite your bottom lip. With one last heavy sigh, you reach over and cup his cheek.
“Okay, you better fix it then,” you murmur. “You can’t just disappear like that,” you warn. Nodding, he pulls you into his arms, resting his cheek on your head, sighing when he feels your hand trail up and down his chest.
“I know. Im sorry,” he whispers, kissing your head gently.
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saying things they don’t mean.
pairings. sakusa kiyoomi x reader, miya atsumu x reader, suna rintarou x reader
warnings. angst, meaningless words, regrets, swearing, nsfw themes in suna's
a/n. honestly idek if this is sad blahblahshsj plz i tried ok
ver. 2 | ver. 3
kiyoomi. ─︎ ❝︎ don’t touch me ❞︎
‣︎ you were one of the only people sakusa allowed to touch him
‣︎ your touch brought him joy, it made him feel loved
‣︎ when your arms were wrapped around him, everything seemed so much easier, he felt like he was on cloud nine
‣︎ when you held his hands, he rest assured he wasn’t alone
‣︎ but, he was mad over a lost game, pushing away anyone and everyone who tried to console him
“omi, it’s okay, you did your best, alright? that’s all the matters,” you walked up to him, he was still with the rest of the team. of course, you went in for a hug,
“don’t fucking touch me,” he snapped. his voice was anything but a whisper, and everyone turned their heads towards you two. embarrassment shot throughout your body, you felt yourself tense up at his words. your arms dropped to your sides, and without another word you left.
‣︎ when he got home that day, he wanted nothing more than to apologize
‣︎ but you weren’t home. and neither were your belongings. everything, gone
‣︎ still, he regrets that day so much, because no matter what he does, nothing will ever compare to the way you made him feel
‣︎ he’d do anything to get you back, he’d walk to the ends of the earth just for you
‣︎ nothing feels the same anymore, and he wishes for nothing more than for you to appear out of the door way and wrap your arms around him and tell him that, it’ll be okay, i’m here, as he cries into your arms
though it’s impossible, because you’re not there anymore
atsumu. ─︎ ❝︎ close the door on your way out ❞︎
‣︎ arguments with atsumu were usually rare
‣︎ most of the time, you would just have little disagreements that would later be resolved by a small apology
‣︎ recently though, it seemed like it was every night that he was cursing and shouting at you
‣︎ you didn’t even know what you were doing wrong
“atsumu, calm down, can we just talk about this? i’m not quite sure i underst─︎”
“y/n, can you just fucking leave please?” his voice was loud, it rang throughout your bedroom. you listened of course, you wanted to give him space. as much space as he needed.
your words were caught in your throat, “hey,” you turned around at his voice. “close the door on your way out,”
a fool was what you were, and the last glimpse he saw of you was when you carefully shut the door close, making sure to not shut it so loud, because you knew he hated it when you slammed the door. he also saw the way you silently let the tears fall down your cheeks through the gap of the door as you closed it.
‣︎ he wishes he wasn’t a coward, he wishes he would’ve put down his pride just this once and got up to go after you
‣︎ would anything change if you left the door open? would you have been able to see the look of regret and guilt that rested upon his face as you left?
‣︎ you thought yourself of the fool, but atsumu swears if he ever saw you again, he’d let you know he was the fool, and he was wrong, and that he’d do whatever he could to get you back
he never saw you after that though, no matter how much he searched.
rintarou. ─︎ ❝︎ that’s all you’re good for anyways ❞︎
‣︎ you two had been dating for almost a year now, but lately he’d seem pretty distant
‣︎ the only time he seemed interested was when you two had sex, that seemed like the only time you ever interacted nowadays
‣︎ the two of you were going back and forth, insults and words being thrown at one another
“i don’t know rin! it seems like all you ever want for me is the sex! and i just.. i just want to make sure it’s not that… you love me right?”
“i mean the sex- isn’t that’s all you’re good for anyways?” he responded. the words slipped off his tongue casually, too casually.
silence filled the room, and the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat along with the sound of your heart slowly breaking. you nodded then left. the last thing he saw was your shaking figure as you left the place you once called home.
‣︎ after you left, he came to realize you were good at many other things.
‣︎ you were good at comforting him after he lost a game, you were good at baking, you were good at everything, yet he threw it away for god knows what
‣︎ he misses the days where you two would drive around with no destination in mind, singing together loudly to your favorite songs at the top of your lungs
‣︎ if he could go back to the day you asked him that question, he would’ve answered with, “yes, god─︎ yes.”
but he couldn’t.
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Rejecting you and regretting it
genre: angst to fluff
warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.
ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei
you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person
that's one of the things you loved about him
he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority
but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness
you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated
but everyone has their bad days
and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you
what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him
"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.
He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"
You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."
You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.
"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."
Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.
The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.
Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."
"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.
You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.
For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.
You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.
At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?
But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?
It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.
When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.
You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.
His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.
"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"
You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"
"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."
He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."
"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"
"You don't get it!"
At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.
"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"
"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"
"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"
You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.
When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.
"Sorry, I didn't me-"
This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.
"Be my s/o."
Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima
In fact, you remind him everyday
You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake
Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"
On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)
There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you
But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart
"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.
"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.
He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.
"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.
"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."
Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."
You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.
The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.
"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.
Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."
"What?" you asked in disbelief.
Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?
"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"
Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"
You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."
Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."
"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."
"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"
"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.
"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.
"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."
"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.
Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.
The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.
"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."
You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.
You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.
Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.
He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.
Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.
"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"
"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.
"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.
Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.
"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.
You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.
"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."
You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."
"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."
You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."
"But I don't want you to stop."
"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."
You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."
Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.
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this was... weird.
the house was completely quiet, for the first time in what felt like weeks and osamu felt very out of place.
despite being so far removed from everyone besides his girlfriend, he enjoyed the noisiness and bustle that came from all the other members.
osamu never had been a fan of the quiet.
all it did was remind him that he was alone — that he was the lesser twin, the one always left behind, the one that would remain alone while his brother basked in the limelight.
but now, that wasn’t the case! osamu had meiko and he used to have daichi and iwaizumi but ever since iwa was fired and daichi disappeared off the face of the planet, he was down two friends. that was okay! his was doing what he loved with the woman he loved and that was all that mattered.
a loud clang followed by a quiet curse shook osamu from his thoughts. he gently placed the knife he was using to prep his vegetables down before following the noise to the pantry where he found... you.
you were sitting on the floor of the pantry wearing hello kitty patterned pajama pants, fuzzy socks, and a hoodie with your hand in a bag of chips and a pan sat by your foot. belatedly, osamu recognized that you must’ve knocked over the pan after falling while trying to grab your snack.
you were cute, with your sleep mussed hair and confused expression, he briefly thought but he swiftly squashed that line of reasoning down.
he was in a happy, committed relationship and he didn’t need you to change that like you changed everything else in his life. after all, you were the reason atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore. you were the reason he had to avoid going home for fear of his grandmother asking what atsumu was up to because he had no idea. you were the reason he and his twin drifted apart. it was all you.
before osamu knew it, that moment of endearment had passed and was instead replaced by anger.
“what the hell are ya doin’ here?” osamu scoffed coldly, staring down at you with fire in his eyes. you sighed and stood before skirting past him and walking out into the kitchen.
“i live here asshole,” you muttered, searching for your phone in order to go back to hiding in your room until the boys got back. you wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible but unfortunately, osamu had different plans.
he slid out in front of you, keeping you from leaving the kitchen and effectively trapping you in the encounter. “ya know that’s not what i meant. what were ya doing spying on me? gonna report back to yer little harem?”
you felt your face curl up in confusion which osamu apparently wasn’t a fan of, judging by the deepening of his sneer. “i have no idea what you’re talking about osamu, now let me go.” you attempted to push past him but he was too tall, too large, too strong and you were forced further back behind the island.
“no, i know ya tell em things about me. what were ya gonna make up this time, hm? what were ya gonna say to tsumu to make him hate me even more?” he spoke down on you, his words filling with more and more venom, and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t keep yourself from cowering in front of him, your eyes filling with tears.
“osamu, please let me go, i don’t know what’s happening and i don’t know what to tell you to make you leave me alone,” your voice came out as a whimper, despite your best efforts and osamu faltered.
he’d never seen you like this, not once in your whole time living in the house, not even when most of the members were against you. you never showed weakness — you had a quiet strength most of the time and when you really got mad, as evidenced by your fight with meiko, you got violent.
but this? this was nothing like you. you were practically curling in on yourself, your arms wrapped around your chest protectively as if you were afraid he would... hit you.
oh god, oh god, osamu thought as he took a step back. what the fuck was he doing? he’d just been yelling at you, cornering you and not giving you room for escape, even though your body was clearly begging for it. you viewed him as a legitimate threat to your safety and that thought chilled him to the bone.
“yn, i—“ osamu was interrupted by the door slamming open, revealing everyone returning from the mall with atsumu at the head of the group.
“tsumu!” you choked out before pushing past a now distracted osamu and running right into his twin’s arms. he wrapped them protectively around you while whispering reassurances to you before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
the two of you held a quiet conversation that no one else could hear but osamu could guess the contents when atsumu glared up at him, looking absolutely furious.
sakusa, kuroo, and kenma gently took you into their arms, allowing you to cry quietly while atsumu stomped over to osamu before jamming his finger into his twin’s chest.
“what the hell did ya do to her, samu?” he growled, shoving osamu’s back into the island behind him. osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.
that didn’t stop atsumu from pressing, asking question after question, none of which osamu could answer. “answer me! open yer fuckin mouth asshole and answer me!”
“atsumu, i-i’m sorry, i-“
a force barreled into his chest, thin arms wrapping around his waist and shoving her face in between his pecs. “it’s okay baby, i’m here,” meiko whispered in between kisses to his collarbone, her presence doing little to soothe him as his eyes darted around the room.
atsumu still looked as angry as ever but he kept his mouth shut as meiko rubbed more of her makeup on osamu’s black t shirt in her attempts to comfort him. you were staring him down as well with tear tracks staining your cheeks as sakusa rubbed circles into your back and kenma wrapped his arms around your waist. sugawara, bokuto, and kuroo were standing at your sides, eyeing him with contempt while oikawa and akaashi were deep in conversation with yachi who seemed to be stressed out of her mind.
osamu searched further and his eyes landed on daichi standing the furthest away, his eyes fixed on where meiko lied in osamu’s arms, his face full of hurt and... disdain? anger? disgust?
it was confusing so osamu quickly averted his eyes, instead choosing to focus on the woman in his arms who was now whimpering and shaking in her 4 inch heels. hesitantly, he lifted his arms to hold her closer before bending his head to breathe her in, his eyes fluttering shut at her unique smell of hairspray, brown sugar perfume, and chinese food.
“osamu,” sugawara spoke up after a moment of silence, “there’s something i need to tell you. we saw meiko ki-“
“babe? what’s going on?” a new voice rang out from the still open doorway, meiko clearly recognizing it as her head darted up to watch as the group moved from the door to reveal...
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forgetting their s/o’s birthday :(
w/ atsumu, suna, and ushijima!
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(a/n: as always, a ton of characters were requested, so i’ll be making more posts with them :))
thank you all for requesting☺️ i hope this piece isn’t disappointing or anything; feel free to leave feedback!! anyway, this is written in the timeskip, so just keep that in mind while reading💞love you all!)
you were so proud of your boyfriend :’)
he was doing so well in his career and he seemed to be having so much fun
you really were happy for him
but his career meant that he wouldn’t see you all that often and was often preoccupied
some days went by and all you wanted to do was stay in bed with him and cuddle, but he couldn’t
you just miss him a lot
but with your birthday coming up, you’re excited
not for your birthday in particular, but because you’ll get to spend some quality time with atsumu💞
when you wake up, the sun is shining and you feel well-rested and content.
you sigh happily and reach over to the other side of the bed, only to find it cold and out of use. you sit up to investigate and discover that atsumu is gone.
you sigh again, this time a little disappointed. he must’ve gone to work, you think. you get up.
while you’re making breakfast for yourself, you check your phone. you have a couple messages from some of your friends and family, to which you respond to, but none from your boyfriend. even as you refresh your inbox, nothing comes up.
he’s probably busy, you remind yourself. you finish cooking and sit down to eat, alone.
today seems like a good day to just relax and let yourself breathe for a moment. you lounge around on the couch and watch some movies and take a nice, warm bubble bath. you waste the day away as you wait around for atsumu to come home, hoping maybe the two of you can go out for dinner tonight!
when he finally comes home, he lets out a tired groan and sits down on the couch after kissing you quickly on the cheek.
“i’m starving, babe. what’s for dinner?” he asks you, eyes closed.
you stand in front of him. “well, i actually didn’t make dinner tonight,” you respond. he opens his eyes and furrows his brows at you.
“...i thought i told you that i needed you to make dinner tonight,” he notes. “i texted you earlier.”
confused at his apparent annoyance, you try again. “well, i was hoping we could go out tonight. it’s been a long time since we ever—”
“y/n, i’m tired, okay? i had a long day and you’re not helping at all. i mean, you don’t make dinner, and now you’re asking me for more when it’s clear that i don’t have the energy,” he argues, irritated. you step back.
did he...? you ask yourself. there’s no way...
but now he’s just ignoring you, and it finally sinks in. he forgot.
you sigh sadly and retreat into your bedroom, hoping to just call it a night. you don’t want to spend your birthday arguing with your boyfriend.
atsumu gets up and walks into the kitchen, looking for a quick dinner. he opens the pantry to see new products that you must have gotten from the store. he looks over them, eye catching on a box of chocolate pocky.
the snack reminds him of a happy memory he shared with you just last year. it was your birthday, and he took you on a picnic and you shared the box, fighting over who got the last one, and instead just breaking it in half and having to share it.
atsumu thinks back to that day fondly, grinning softly at the memory. maybe this year we can do it again, he jokes to himself. and then he pauses.
he pulls out his phone frantically and swipes open the calendar, flipping to the correct month and staring at it obsessively.
and there it is; the reminder he set for your birthday, adorned with emojis and bolded brightly. his heart stops.
his eyes grow wide and he puts his phone down, panic slowly rising in his gut and making it hard to breathe.
“how could i have...” he whispers to himself.
then atsumu remembers how you asked him to go out with you to dinner and all he did was berate you for not being good enough. the way you seemed dejected as you took his words and left, leaving him alone in his head. he’s supposed to be your boyfriend, and he couldn’t even remember your birthday. he’s just been neglecting you.
desperate to make things right, he bursts into the bedroom to see you getting into bed. at his presence, your shoulders droop, and you sigh.
“‘tsumu, i don’t wanna fight, okay?” you ask, exhausted. his heart sinks even further. that’s what you think he wants to do?
he approaches you guiltily, and you look up at him, confused. he stares at you for a second before pulling you up by your hands and wrapping his arms around you ever so tightly.
you exhale, his touch so comforting that you just want to melt. it’s been so long since he held you.
“i’m so sorry,” he mutters, voice shaky with honesty. “i’m sorry that i missed your birthday and i’m sorry that i haven’t been a boyfriend and that you’ve been alone and i haven’t even realized.”
you freeze, astounded.
your eyes begin to fill up with tears and you dig your face into his chest to hide them away.
“i know i don’t deserve it, but please forgive me? i just wanna make it up to you, ‘kay?” he pleads, desperate.
in response, you nod into his chest. to be honest, you don’t really care all that much about your birthday, but now you that you’re in atsumu’s arms, you really can’t think about anything at all.
but he’s here now, and that’s the best gift you could have asked for.
you and suna had always had an interesting dynamic
he was often distant and seemed unfeeling, while sometimes you grew needy and clingy
you complimented each other
but lately the differences between you led to distance, and all you wanted was for your boyfriend to spend some time with you
because even with those differences, you loved him more than anything
your birthday was approaching, and you were relieved that you finally had a day just for you and him
you yawn, rubbing your eyes gently, and breathe in the soft morning air. today is your birthday!
you don’t see suna next to you, so you venture out into the living room. he’s not in there either. you check the kitchen and come up empty.
he must have left, you say to yourself, sighing. honestly, you had hoped for a whole day just for the two of you, but you supposed you’ll have to take just a few hours.
you check your phone to see if he’s left anything, but you see nothing. it’s not like you had expected anything, but it still stings just a bit.
so you spend the day having a little time to yourself, treating yourself to some snacks and doing some shopping. when you come home it’s early in the evening, so you start preparing dinner.
you wait for him to come home so that the two of you can have dinner together, lounging on the couch as you wait.
7:00 rolls around and you continue to wait. he doesn’t come home.
8:00 is here, and he’s still not home. the food is getting cold.
when 9:00 approaches and he’s still not home, you wonder where he is, irritation and disappointment filling your gut. you send him a message, to which he doesn’t respond.
it’s almost midnight when he comes home, and you get up, arms crossed in front of you, frustration coloring your features.
“where have you been? i’ve been waiting for you all day,” you ask. he just looks at you tiredly, as if he’s the one who should be disappointed, and sighs.
“it’s been a long day, okay?” he murmurs, and you scoff.
“you could’ve responded to my texts, at least.”
“i didn’t have time, okay? can you not be mad at me for two seconds, please?”
you stare at him, baffled. how does he have the audacity to—
“besides, not everything is about you, y/n. you have no idea the day that i had, so stop making today about you, okay?”
at that, your heart sinks, and realization hits you like a truck.
he... he didn’t even remember.
even while the two of you have had disconnects at some points in your relationship, he’s always taken the time to remember these dates and celebrate them with you. but now he doesn’t even remember.
anger starts to creep in, and you can feel it in your blood.
“fuck you, rin,” you mutter, and exit, slamming the door to your bedroom behind you. you press your back against the door and huff angrily.
at first, you just want to yell. but the more you stand there, the more you just want to lie down and cry. because the thought that your own boyfriend doesn’t even care about you enough to remember your birthday hurts far more.
outside the door, suna stares at the space where you left, confused. he doesn’t understand why you’re so upset with him.
he takes out his phone, hoping to text you and ask you to come back out so he can talk to you. he clicks on your contact and scrolls through it, looking for the message button. it shows your phone number, your emails, your birthday, your address...
he scrolls back up.
oh no, he thinks, beginning to panic. oh god, what did i do?
and sure enough, the date is resting there on his phone, and his panic is confirmed.
today is your birthday. and he completely forgot.
and on top of that, he called you selfish for wanting the day for the two of you. he sees that you’ve left a plate of food out on the table for him and one for you too, and his chest aches painfully. you waited for him. and he didn’t show up.
when he gently pushes the door open, his heart breaks even further.
you’re lying on your side, arms wrapped around your pillow, crying softly. you hadn’t been this way when he saw you last, and the idea that he made you feel like this hurts terribly.
“...baby?” he calls softly. you gasp, startled by his sudden appearance, and attempt to stifle your sobs. it’s too late though; he’s already heard you. he comes over to your side of the bed, getting on his knees so that he’s eye level with you. you shut your eyes to avoid his gaze, and he sighs.
“please look at me?” he pleads, and you open your eyes reluctantly. they’re puffy and teary, and suna feels even more guilty than before.
“i haven’t been taking care of you and our relationship very well,” he starts. “i got so caught up in everything and i just got so distant and—” he exhales. “i completely forgot about today. and i’m so, so sorry, y/n. you have every right to be upset, and i’m so disappointed in myself for neglecting you.”
he cups your cheek gently, wiping away the tears there and kissing you sweetly.
“please let me make it up to you. okay?” he asks against your lips. he feels them curve up slightly, and sighs in relief.
“okay,” you whisper.
suna climbs up onto the bed and pulls you into him. you snuggle into his chest and he kisses your hair.
your boyfriend has always loved volleyball more than anything
and you’ve always loved this about him
but it’s often leads to lonely days and meals eaten alone
you know it’s part of the compromise he must make, but you still miss him
however, with your birthday coming up, you think maybe now’s your chance to spend some time with him💓
today is your birthday, and you’re looking forward to what the day has in store for you!
toshi had left before you’d gotten up as per usual, but instead of waiting for him to come home, you decide you’ll visit him at practice today. you figure he’ll want to see you; it is a special day after all!
so you get up and walk into the kitchen, beginning the preparation of his lunch. you put together some rice and meat in a segment of the bento, adding an omelet to another and some salad in the other compartment. you pack some dressing in a tiny container and some miso soup in an insulated jar, packing everything up neatly. you look at it proudly.
you make your way over to the gym, excited to see your boyfriend. when you get there, the boys are in a practice match, so you sit on the bleachers to watch.
when ushijima finally spots you during his break, his eyebrows furrow, and he walks over to you.
“y/n, why are you here?”
you pause at his bluntness. he doesn’t seem very happy to see you.
“oh. uh, i made you lunch! i figured you might be hungry,” you reply, getting a little nervous. does he not want me here?
“y/n, you shouldn’t be here right now. it’s unprofessional.”
your heart sinks.
“but i just thought, since today is—”
“you really should just go home, y/n. i will see you later,” he mutters, his dismissal obvious. you look behind him to see a few of his teammates eyeing you pitifully. and now it’s clear to you:
he doesn’t even know it’s your birthday.
you sigh, hurt. you pick up the lunch you made him and leave silently, humiliation and disappointment swirling in your stomach, making you nauseous.
when you get home, you just put the bento in the fridge and walk into your bedroom. it doesn’t seem worth it to do anything else today. so you lay down, drifting into sleep by the comfort of your own arms, missing his.
hoshiumi stares at wakatoshi as you leave. toshi senses his eyes on him and looks back at him, confused.
“why’d you send y/n away?” kourai asks, curious.
“oh. i figured i’d see them later. besides, we have practice,” toshi answers.
“but,” hoshiumi continues. “don’t you wanna spend some time with them today?”
toshi looks down at him, brows furrowed in a question.
“i mean, it’s their birthday today, right?” he clarifies.
ushijima stares at his teammate.
“it is?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically cautious and quiet, almost shy.
hoshiumi’s eyes widen.
“tell me you didn’t...”
“i didn’t know. i must have forgotten,” toshi mumbles, eyes glued to the floor shamefully.
he didn’t mean to forget, really. but the thought completely slipped his mind somewhere and now...
you’re gone, because he sent you away, and you’d just wanted some time with your boyfriend. you brought him food and company and he turned you away.
there’s an unfamiliar sting in his chest as he recalls the way he’s been treating you; the way he never sees you and how you’ve been spending so many hours alone in your shared apartment. and now you’re alone on your birthday because he forgot.
wakatoshi doesn’t know exactly how, but he knows he needs to make it up to you.
when you wake up, an delicious aroma fills your senses, and you get up to investigate.
as you walk into the kitchen, your heart swells.
your boyfriend is at the stove, making a meal for the two of you. for the first time in a long time, he’s home for dinner. what he’s making smells amazing and your eyes fill up with tears at the sight of him here.
he finally notices you’re awake and walks over to you. he wraps you up in a hug, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“i’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles against your hair. “i’m sorry for forgetting about your birthday. and for constantly leaving you alone. i want to make you feel better, okay?” he asks, pulling you off him gently to look into your eyes. his own widen in alarm at seeing you tear up. “did i do something wrong?” he mutters, self-consciousness leaking into his tone. you laugh, the sound shaky.
“no, baby,” you reassure him. “i’m just happy you’re here, that’s all.”
he sighs, relieved, and kisses you gently.
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Ahhh that's great! Would it be possible for you to do the sleeping on the couch hcs for Kenma, Ushijima and Oikawa except instead of reader sleeping on the couch they go for a walk outside to clear their head? The boys wake and since Reader is gone they think they left them for good and break down until Reader returns and explains.
when they think you left them
feat. Kenma, Ushijima, Oikawa
♡ warning: hurt/comfort
♡ part two, part three
Kenma usually had a level head during arguments, but sometimes when things got out of control, even he had a hard time keeping his emotions in check
tonight happened to be one of those nights
he really didn’t want to bicker with you, but neither of you were compromising with the other
“you know what, I’m done talking. I’m gonna go stream. You go to bed first” he says, turning his back on you
“I- you’re literally going to leave when we’re not done talking? Seriously Kenma?” you yell at him, you were in such disbelief he’d do something so petty
“I dunno, when you decide to stop being an idiot maybe we can talk” he replies, closing the door to his office before you can reply
and so he sits down to stream, hoping that he can calm down from the whole fight
and as he’s playing, his mind wanders back to the argument- and he knows he said somethings that were out of line
and about an hour in, he decides to end early
just as he finished powering off his PC, he’s honestly exhausted, so he makes his way to the bedroom and plops onto the bed
he stretches out his hand to hold you (a habit of his) but is confused when he feels nothing there
it doesn’t take him long to realize that you’re just not there
he’s still sleepy, but he still pulls himself up to look for you, thinking maybe you’re just in the restroom or living room
but when it’s clear you’re not at home he’s fully awake and alert
“Y/n?” he calls out to an empty room
Kenma starts to panic, worried that you had decided you had enough of him, of the relationship
he’s about to rush back to his office to grab his phone and call you but he freezes when he hears the front door open
and when you walk in, he’s washed in a wave of relief
“Oh, I thought you’d still be streaming” you quietly say, removing your shoes and putting your keys down
“I ended early.... and when I came to check up on you and saw you were gone... I thought you had left for good” he replies, and he sees your eyes widen
“No, Kenma I was just going out on a walk to clear my head, I didn’t think you’d finish streaming this early” you sigh, walking up to your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around him
“I’m so sorry Y/n, I said things that weren’t at all true and I was acting immature earlier.” he says, hugging you tighter and trying his best to forget about what it felt like when you were gone
“I’m at fault too..but let’s talk more tomorrow alright? It’s really late and we should get some rest” you suggest, and Kenma nods, following you back into the bedroom
when the two of you are in bed, you snuggle up against him, and Kenma feels extremely at ease
the feeling of you next to him is one he does not want to take for granted, so he holds you close
you still had to have a discussion tomorrow, but for now, he was happy with having you right next to him
you never liked quarreling with Ushijima, he was always so stubborn and would refuse to look at things from your point of view
on top of that, he always had a blunt way of speaking, which would only provoke you more
“Why are you so damn hard headed that you can’t see things from my position?”
“Maybe you should try having a position that makes sense” he replies, and he can see your growing anger
“You know what Y/n, I’m going to go take a shower and we should just go to bed” he says, abruptly ending tonight’s conversation
and you were extremely irritated that he just dismissed everything just like that
as he showered, Ushijima thought about how some sleep would make things better- he was tired, you were tired- there was no use in arguing this late
when he got out of the shower, he saw the bedroom lights still on, but upon further inspection the bed was still empty
he went back to the living room to tell you to come to bed but you weren’t there either
Ushijima pauses just for a second- surely you’re just somewhere else, right?
so he scours each and every room, but you’re not there
and his mind goes absolutely blank
he starts regretting everything. he wishes he treated you better, he wishes that he could have been more understanding towards you and he especially wishes he didn’t mess everything up
because this scene was all too familiar for him
he saw his own parents’ relationship unravel before his eyes and he always wanted to make sure that his relationship with you wouldn’t turn out that way
he’s honestly just at a loss because his own worst nightmare was playing out before him and he was the one to blame
Ushijima is at a complete loss and honestly doesn’t know what to do at this point
wants to call you but at the same time he’s not prepared to hear you end things- especially over the phone
but at that moment he hears the door unlock and sees you walking in, carefully closing the door as quietly as you can, but you notice your boyfriend on the couch, staring at you with wide eyes
“..hey why are you still awake? I thought you were going to sleep” you ask, making your way over to him
“I thought that you left me...” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap and hugging you tightly
“never!” you exclaim, hugging him back in reassurance
“I’d never leave you” you said once again to console him
you explained that you went outside for a walk to clear up your mind, and while he understood, he most definitely didn’t like the idea of you walking alone so late at night
the two of you stayed in that position for a while, with you comforting him with reassurance and him mumbling out apologies for his words
and eventually at some point, you fell asleep in his embrace
he carried you back to bed and drifted off to sleep, with you still in his arms
the two of you had been arguing for quite a few days now actually, and with each passing say it got more and more stressful
you were concerned with Oikawa staying out late for practice, and of course he didn’t see it the same way
and tonight, he was still practicing, and when you called him the argument continued over phone
“Tooru, it’s extremely late- you shouldn’t be practicing still!” you were arguing with him for 10 minutes now
“Y/n, I seriously don’t understand how you’re unable to understand me. God, you’re so annoying now” Oikawa yelled back
you stayed silent for a few seconds, and even he knew he had overstepped things a bit
“Okay, you know what Tooru, whatever.” you mutter, hanging up on him
shortly after you hung up, Oikawa knew he had to go home and talk with you- the argument had been going on for too long
he arrived home about half an hour later and the first thing he noticed was how dead quiet the place was. usually you’d be up waiting for him but you were probably asleep
hearing how silent it was made his heart hurt just a bit- were you always just waiting for him in this silence?
he made his way to the bedroom, hoping you were awake
but to his shock, you weren’t in bed- you weren’t even inside
Oikawa starts panicking- had something happened to you? but he recalled how the door was locked when he got home and how your keys were missing from their usual spot
no, you had left
Oikawa, still in the bedroom, sunk to the floor
sure the argument had been going on for longer than usual, and yes he was harsh to you, but was that enough to warrant you leaving?
but he remembers that even before the argument started, you had always expressed your concerns. this was an ongoing problem that you put up with until you finally couldn’t anymore
no, he didn’t want this to be over just because he was being idiotic with himself, so he scrambled his pockets to dig out his phone to call you
“please pick up, please pick up, please...” he whispers, but when you don’t his heart sinks even more
but he hears the front door unlock and open, and Oikawa immediately got up and rushed to the living room
and there you were, locking the door behind you before carefully placing your keys in their usual position and shrugging off your (really his) jacket
when you look up to see him, within the blink of an eye, your boyfriend rushes to you, fully wrapping you in his embrace
at first you’re confused, but you hear the muffled sobs coming from your boyfriend. so you cup his face to look him in the eyes
“Tooru, what happened, are you alright?” you ask, and when Oikawa sees that your gaze is still full of love he can feel himself calming down
“..I came home and thought you had left me.. Y/n I’m so sorry for being a complete idiot. I’ll do my best to not come home to you so late just please don’t leave me” he sighs, resting his forehead on your shoulder
“Tooru I’m not leaving you, I promise.. I just went outside for a walk to clear my mind. I know volleyball is extremely important to you and how you just want to get better.. but please try don’t tire yourself out, alright? I love you and I want you to stay healthy for your own sake, okay?” you tell him and you feel Oikawa hug you just a bit tighter
“Of course, I love you so much Y/n-chan” he sighs
the two of you get ready for bed, and when you’re in his arms, Tooru holds onto you close not wanting to let go
and while you told him you had no inclination to leave him, having you physically beside him reassures him even more
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Hey! I hope your requests are still open (if not please ignore this I’m so sorry!)
Could you maybe do the big fight and the s/o faints one that you did for Iwa and Akaashi but with Sakusa and Tsukki? I really loved it (and all the rest of you writing)!! Thank you!!
(Again I’m so sorry to bother you if requests aren’t actually open)
Some warnings: there’s hyperventilating and passing out so keep that in mind!
Read Akaashi’s and Iwaizumi’s part here
Read Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s part here
Read Kita’s and Tendou’s part here
Read Osamu’s and Semi’s part here
Read Kuroo’s and Oikawa’s part here
“What do you mean you can’t come? I’ve been telling you the date to this for weeks now y/n!” Sakusa could not believe the words that just came out of your mouth.
“I know Omi! And I’ve had it on my calendar for weeks too! I wouldn’t intentionally miss one of your games, especially an important one against your cousin. But what can I do if I have to go into work?” His eyes narrowed at you.
“You could call in sick!”
“Are you even hearing yourself right now? You can’t just call in sick and let that be the end of it. I already tried asking my boss and she said she needs me in. I’ve been dreaming about and working for this job for years and you know it!”
“And you can’t take one day off for me?”
“I’m new! I can’t just prance around and make demands, they’ll just replace me!”
“You’re being incredibly selfish right now,” he said to you, eyes cold and hard. The sentence was like a hard slap to your face and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream and rip your hair out or cry. Maybe both.
“You should talk Kiyoomi. You’re gone for days and days on end at places for games doing god knows what on your free time, while I patiently wait here for you making sure everything’s perfect for your return. I can handle you being gone for days, weeks even, for the sake of your dream and you can’t handle one day without me for mine?”
“You’re lucky I’m not out doing ‘god knows what’ when I easily could. At least my dreams are going places! Look how far yours has taken you so far!” The room became filled with an eerie silence. The words that came out of Sakusa’s mouth hit you in two places at once. Not only did he imply he could cheat if he wanted to, but he also invalidated your dreams and achievements. Suddenly your guts twisted and you felt sick. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you turned away from him. Sakusa just stood there, the aftermath of what he said becoming apparent. He tried to reach out for you.
“H-hey y/n, look, I didn’t mean-”
“Go away Kiyoomi!” You screamed at him, tears streaming down your face. “Go on then, do god knows what someone who’s dreams are worth it then!” He tried to pull you into his arms, but you thrashed around and struggled in his hold. “Don’t touch me!” Sakusa was taken aback, he’d never seen you worked up like this.
“I said go away! I don’t wanna see you right now!” You slowly slid to the ground, hands gripping your head. The thoughts spiraling in your head were overwhelming and you couldn’t get a hold of yourself. He knelt down to you and tried to tilt your head to look at him, but you only struggled against him further. Your breathing was becoming heavier as the moments passed, and Sakusa was determined to get passed your shoving. Everything was becoming too much as the room began to spin, and just like that, you closed your eyes and fell limp against him, his eyes practically popping out of his sockets.
Soon enough, you gained consciousness and slowly sat up. The memories of your earlier predicament flooding back as you looked around the room. Sakusa was not in the bedroom with you and you felt a sense of relief, not ready to face him quite yet. But as you were about to get out of bed, the door opened to reveal him walking in with a glass of water in hand. His eyes widened at the sight of you awake.
“Y/n?” He quickly started to make his way over to you, but before he could reach you, you put a hand out for him to stop.
“I don’t wanna be around you right now Kiyoomi.” You had never seen him deflate the way he did, a look of panic starting to set into his features.
“W-what do you mean?” You rubbed your temple.
“I mean exactly what I said. I can’t even look at you right now. I want to be left alone okay? Please just do at least that much for me.” His lips started to tremble.
“Y/n can we please talk about this,” but you cut him off.
“I don’t have anything to say to you right now. I don’t wanna talk.”
“Kiyoomi,” you started off sternly, but he cut you off.
“Please don’t leave me!” His eyes were glassy and he looked like a lost child. Your heart squeezed a bit at the sight, but you wanted to clear your head before discussing anything with him. You sighed deeply before speaking.
“I just need a little space from you. You can wait in the living room, you don’t have to leave the apartment. I’ll be in here and we can talk when I’m ready. Until then can you please leave me to myself for a bit?” He looked down at his feet for a bit before reluctantly nodding and turning to exit the room. You didn’t miss the little sniffles that started to escape him but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on that right now. Remembering back to the argument you both had, you started to think about the things he said. Although they stung deeply, you could also tell Sakusa hadn’t meant them. He was loyal to a fault, that much you knew, so you didn’t have to worry about whether or not he had actually cheated. He had a habit of being a bit harsher than intended when he was upset, but it still took you by surprise that he would bring up your ambitions in such a negative light. But he was remorseful, and deep down you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially if he looked at you with teary eyes like that. So, after a bit more of calming yourself down and telling yourself that your boyfriend just had a slip of judgment, you made your way out of the bedroom to talk it through with him. The second you had entered the living room, your eyes landed on your boyfriend’s large figure, curled up on the couch, looking at you with the expression of a kicked puppy. He looked uncharacteristically small compared to his usual towering appearance.
“You’re gonna leave me aren’t you?” His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence and you felt your stern resolve crumble.
“No, baby. I’m not,” you said softly, and made your way over to the couch. Setting his head on your lap, you looked down at him. “I’m not leaving okay?” He pressed his face into your stomach and cried quietly.
“I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t be mad at me, I was being unfair I know, but I don’t wanna lose you!” You smoothed back his curls as he continued apologizing.
“I know sweetie, I know. I’m not mad anymore. You have to understand, I want nothing more than to go to your game. I wouldn’t miss any of them if it were up to me. But it’s not up to me this time. I have responsibilities. I can’t drop them all the time, no matter how badly I would like to, to support you at every game.” He sniffled and gripped your shirt.
“I know,” he started off quietly. “I’m just nervous for this one and I really wanted you there. It makes me feel better. It just got the best of me. But I took it too far, and I hurt you.” His voice was getting wobbly again, so you quickly shushed him and pressed a small kiss to his lips.
“Well it’s all over now. Dwelling on it’s just gonna make things worse. You’re gonna do wonderful Omi, you always do. And I’m proud of you. I’ll watch the whole thing on television once I’m out of work okay? And I’ll come pick you up too. Everything’s gonna be okay. I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.” He turned to press himself into your stomach once more and wrapped his arms around you. Settling into the couch, you continued stroking his hair, knowing he was going to want to stay like this for a while.
“Y/n, you’re being dramatic right now, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“I just told you about how awful my day was Kei! And you said to just get over it! That’s not really what anyone wants to hear from their boyfriend you know.”
“That’s not what I said. I said there’s not much you can do but get over it and move on. Maybe your day’s not as bad as you’re thinking y/n, you always have a tendency to exaggerate everything.” You were sick of Tsukishima always undermining things that bothered you. Just because he wasn’t in tune with his emotions didn’t mean you weren’t too. Coming home after a long day of nothing going the way you planned, you wanted to curl up into his arms so you wouldn’t break into tears. But it seemed you would end up breaking into tears anyway with how Tsukishima was acting.
“I would appreciate if you were a bit more considerate Kei. Just because your robotic personality can’t comprehend what feelings are doesn’t mean everyone’s like that. Some of us actually process through our feelings you know,” that seemed to anger him. Standing up, he looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows.
“Oh so you’re saying I don’t have feelings? What, because I told you you’re days not as awful as your tryna sell it as? I’ve had a long day too y/n, you don’t see me whining about it to you like a baby!”
“You could if you wanted to! I wouldn’t make you feel bad like you’re doing with me. It’s my job to make sure my boyfriend feels better when he’s down, but it seems he can’t do the same!” What was once you both bickering about your day quickly turned into a full blown screaming match between the two of you.
“You know what y/n? I’m tired of you and you’re constant need to be self centered. Everything always has to go your way or you cry about it and I’m done! Good luck finding someone who caters to your ridiculous needs,” he screamed before grabbing his keys and marching out, slamming the door for good measure. The slam vibrated through the whole apartment and you sank back down into the couch, sobs racking your body. He walked out. He actually walked out. You felt helpless. You didn’t want Tsukishima to actually leave. The thought of him leaving you behind and moving on without you started to overtake your thoughts. Doubts about your personality and whether or not you were enough for him began to plague you and slowly you were losing control of your breathing. Hands gripping the couch, your nails dug into the fabric. Your sobs were beginning to escalate to hyperventilating and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Just as you collapsed against the couch, eyes closed shut, Tsukishima had re-entered the room, staring at your figure in pure horror.
You woke up cradled against a sturdy chest, fingers running over your cheek. When you opened your eyes, you were met face to face with Tsukishima.
“Good, you’re up. Are... are you okay? He asked, looking down at you guiltily.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” He nodded slowly at your answer. “Kei?” Your hand went up to curl around the fabric of his shirt.
“I’m here y/n, don’t worry. I wasn’t actually gonna leave.” You pressed your cheek into his chest, trying to figure out what had happened. He sighed before continuing. “I’m sorry okay? I know I’m not exactly the easiest to talk to sometimes and I say things a bit harsher than I should. I’m trying for you though, okay? Be a little patient with me.” You knew that last part was actually him trying to say ‘don’t replace me’ though, so you began to trail your hand up and down his chest. “You’re not over dramatic, and anyone would be lucky to have you. I don’t know how it’s me you ended up with. I should’ve cared more about your feelings.”
“It’s okay Kei. I never want it to be anyone but you. I should’ve realized you weren’t feeling the greatest either. And you’re not a robot. I feel the happiest when I’m around you. I love you, you know.” He buried his head into your neck and exhaled.
“I love you too,” he said, muffled into your neck.
“You owe me a Disney movie marathon for that whole episode though,” you said after some time.
“Shut up y/n, you’re so annoying, you know that?” But he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you giggled.
And that is that! I hope you liked it! I’m so behind on requests so please be patient with me 😭 but anyway I’m about to hit 200 followers pretty soon, which is crazy! Almost 100 of you followed me in one day and I’m astonished. Thank you all for reading my half assed writing it’s truly very sweet.
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‘ he compares you to his ex i ,
☞ tags: angst to fluff, arguments and what nots, some romantic undertones
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☞ with: timeskip! atsumu, osamu x f!reader
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| masterlist | pt. 2 iwa & suna | pt 3 kuroo & ushi |
° miya atsumu:
- the moment both of you got in your shared apartment, you were at each others’ throats. words were flying out of your mouths, some were meant, some were not, can’t even tell which is which due to the heated predicament you were in.
you weren’t even sure how long you’ve been arguing but now you just wanted to sleep and talk about it tomorrow, when both of you have had a rest. “’tsumu, let’s just call it a night, okay? I’m tired” you huff. atsumu looked at you incredulously. “no, we’re finishing this now.” he stood his ground and kept berating you, your mind was exhausted and can’t even comprehend the words properly.
“–are you even listening? god hayami never gave me a hard time, but ya’? yer a piece of work, y/n” your eyes widen at his words, even at your state, suddenly his words were loud and clear, and your heart clenched at the mention of his ex’s name. you shrunk at his words but shook your head, you look up at him hurt evident in your eyes, “ok then, go back to her, miya. i don’t care anymore“
atsumu was speechless and was cursing himself internally. he never meant to go that far, it was the heat of the moment, the fatigue and your stubbornness. he was frozen as he watched you grab a blanket and slam the sliding door to the balcony. your sobs were muffled but hearing it broke his heart.
guilt flooded his system, it was suffocating but with a heavy heart he peeked at your figure on the balcony, he was never good at apologizing, but he knows this was entirely his fault. you hear the door slide, refusing to look at the blonde setter, “what are you still doing here, miya?” ouch. he kneeled in front of you, regret reflects in his eyes but you were taken aback by his tears. the silence meant he could touch you, “that was really hurtful,” you said “i try so hard to be enough for you, to be the best for you but to compare me to her? not cool miya” he holds you close to his chest “i know, i’m a jerk. i’m really sorry, but can ya’ not call me that, i’m yer ‘tsumu.” he grumbled.
“am i really that difficult?“ you whisper vulnerably, atsumu lets go of you and cups your face delicately “no ‘yer not, princess“ he loved that you gave him a challege, he admired how you stood up to him, how you matched his energy, how you remind him to humble himself—
“it was an honest mistake, that will haunt me the rest of my life” he kissed your forehead, then your nose “i love ya’, i really do, ya’ made me a better man, princess” he looks down at you and suddenly the tension lifts and his heart wasn’t as heavy as before “are ya’ still mad at me?“ a soft smile grazed your lips, you pinch his side, “depends, are you going to kiss me?” ah there she is, he thought, atsumu lifts your chin and gaves you the most honest and loving kiss that sealed your forever with him.
° miya osamu:
- you and osamu weren’t on good terms, you were arguing all week and it all started when you scolded him for overworking himself. so you were walking on egg shells with each other. fights with osamu would usually end immediately, so you can’t fathom how this particular fight lasted this long.
“yer giving me a headache, y/n“ you turn to look at him “this argument has gone too far, osamu“ you say “i just want to get this over with“ you hear him huff, his grip on the steering wheel tightening “look we’ll talk about this when we get home, right now don’t make this all about you“ you scoffed at his comment. he parks the car near the restaurant, both of you were invited to celebrate MSBY’s win. as he was getting out of the car he mumbled something that made your heart drop.
“yuri wasn’t this selfish and stubborn, tsk. so difficult.“
your face hardened as soon as you heard it, osamu didn’t notice your change in demeanor. your heart was breaking but you have to put on a brave front for your friends. from a distance you see a tall blonde waving at you, “congratulations,’tsumu” you hug him. “ya’ alright, y/n?” he looks at you with concern, “of course, you oaf ” you dismiss. he gives his twin a hug and three of you entered the restaurant.
the car ride home was silent, osamu was quite worried, you’ve been silent since dinner, only answering questions in short sentences. even atsumu and bokuto noticed your odd behaviour. he knows that things haven’t been okay between the two of you, the altercation was taking a toll on your relationship. deep down he understands that you only wanted him healthy, it’s just that pride got in his way and let it do the talking.
as soon as you got home, you went straight to your bedroom, leaving osamu behind. you layed on your side of the bed, gripping your pillow, finally letting your tears down. your mind was full of doubts. yuri was great this, yuri was amazing that. how about you? were you even enough? did osamu really love you? are you really that selfish?
“osamu?“ a small whispher broke the ravenettes’ thoughts, he hummed in response, “do you want me to be more like her?“ the question confused him but it dawned on him, she heard, shit. “angel, look at me“ you weren’t budging but when you finally do, his heart twisted in pain at your gloomy expression. “oh my god, angel no, no, i don’t want that” he held you tightly while you were sobbing against his chest, “i just want to take care of you, ‘samu” your words were muffled, “i- does that make me selfish? i’m sorry if-” he cut you off “don’t you dare say sorry, angel” he wiped your tears “it’s my fault ok? i’m the one who should be sorry” he leaned his forhead to yours “and I am, you’re so good to me, angel.”
you fell asleep on osamu’s chest, he looks down at your peaceful expression that matched the state of his heart. it hurt to think how his words and actions made you feel that way and so he made a mental note to be better. he promised himself that he’ll take care of you, himself and this relationship. he embraced you tighter, and you nuzzle into his warmth, “we’re gonna be ok, angel.”
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you overhear that they don’t like you
characters: sakusa, akaashi
a/n: hi hi idk what to put here but this is the second part of the first request, you can read kuroo and suna’s below
(kuroo and suna)
(atsumu and kita)
Sakusa was a very reserved person in general, aside from the fact that he dislikes unsanitary things, he just doesn’t like unnecessary human contact.
He lives in his own bubble and he has always felt comfortable in it, with no plans to get out of it. But somehow, you managed to get in his very small bubble.
The spiker actually considered you to be a decent friend, having to look forward to your company. You have always made yourself more presentable as possible whenever you hang out with him. At first, it was to not make him uncomfortable, but then it just became a second skin. And Sakusa couldn’t be more grateful.
He appreciated the fact that you would willingly adjust just so he can feel at ease with you.
“Good morning, Sakusa!” Sakusa smiled from behind his mask as your cheery voice greeted him. “Good morning.” It was a routine at this point, having to greet him first thing in the morning before tending to your managerial duties.
“Ah, right. Good morning, Omi-kun.” Sakusa’s blood runs cold whenever Atsumu teases him when you are out of sight. “Shut it, Miya.”
When he first entered the Jackals, he remembers the way you accommodate him, as if he were a very important guest. Well, technically, for that day he was. But you made an effort to make him comfortable in the following weeks to a point that he looked forward to your daily interactions.
“Sakusa-san’s staring at our manager again!” Sakusa hears Hinata whisper to Atsumu and Bokuto who snickered to themselves.
“Shut up.” Sakusa muttered before getting ready for training. Like always, you stood beside Iwaizumi and took down notes. Sakusa didn’t want to get distracted, but with the way you diligently observed and pointed out improvements. He didn’t know why his heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his and gave him a smile.
“Ah, Omi-kun is in love.” Sakusa stilled and broke off his gaze as he heard the teasing voice of their setter.
“Shut up, Miya.” Atsumu laughed at Sakusa’s harsh voice. “You only said a few words to me today and both of them were shut up, hm.. What if I complain to (Y/N)?” Atsumu jokes, not expecting Sakusa’s reaction to the banter.
“What the fuck does (Y/N) have to do with any of this?” The spiker snapped, the unexpected tone reverberating through the gym walls, causing you and Iwaizumi to stop in your conversation.
As if by instinct, Iwaizumi turned your back so it was facing the team and called aloud. “You can pine over (Y/N)’s attention on your break.” Iwaizumi covered, making you face him.
“I mean… you and our manager have been really close. You even let them hug you. Dunno, isn’t that an indication you’re fond of them?” From a distance you can hear Atsumu say to Sakusa, a bit quieter this time.
But the blonde didn’t know that his voice could still be heard from distances away, neither did the ravenette.
“Tsk. I let one person touch me and all of you make it a big deal.” Sakusa spat, Atsumu and the others almost cowering away in fear.
“I mean. It’s (Y/N) that you let near you, don’t you like… have a crush on them or something?” Atsumu seems to throw away everything as he asked this question, he knew that he would face Sakusa’s wrath.
You stilled from where you were, Iwaizumi was observing every single reaction from you while pretending to note down the actions of the players from his peripheral vision.
Your heart beat quicker, with your eyes affixed to the ground you were lowkey anticipating his answer.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Miya.” You felt your heart drop at his words.
Of course he doesn’t like you back, what the hell were you thinking? All those daily banter and contact were purely platonic. And it was very idiotic for you to even wish for it to have meaning.
“Excuse me, Iwaizumi.” You excused yourself before briskly walking away from the scene. Unbeknownst to you, Hinata and Bokuto had their eyes on you as you walked away. They looked at each other and sighed, knowing that the spiker messed up.
“So. If I ask them out, you wouldn’t care, right, Omi-kun?” Atsumu asked, wanting to see the reaction of the ravenette.
“Don’t even try, Miya.” Sakusa said with so much bitterness in his tone as he continued his stretches.
Atsumu sighed with a short shake of head before walking away.
The next training came to a shock to Sakusa as he didn’t see you waiting for him by the entrance as usual.
‘Might be busy.’ Sakusa thought to himself as he walked in and began his stretches.
“Ah, good morning, Hinata!” His head perked up at the way your voice sounded excited to see the middle blocker who replied with the same enthusiasm.
‘Maybe they just didn’t notice me coming in?’ Sakusa told himself, trying not to overthink the situation. But he couldn’t help it, something felt off.
You’ve always managed to greet each other regardless of how busy your schedules were. Hell, you’ve even forgot you were helping Atsumu stretch a cramp just because Sakusa walked in one time.
“Ah, what’s got you staring, Omi?” He didn’t realize that Bokuto was beside him. “Nothing.” Sakusa replied, as curt as he possibly could before standing up and practicing his spikes.
The whole practice, he couldn’t help but eye you in every chance he gets. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even realize that Atsumu was looking at him with a knowing smirk.
You went on your day as if there weren’t anything wrong, well honestly. There really wasn’t.
You just came to a realization that Sakusa wouldn’t like you back, and to prevent future heartache. You decided to start putting distance between the two of you.
But the Iwaizumi and the MSBY wouldn’t stand by and let that happen. Come on, they’ve been shipping the both of you since they saw you hug Sakusa before a game. They can’t possibly watch any of you fall for someone else!
“Hey, (Y/N).” Iwaizumi called out, you hummed as a response, going through your notes. “Don’t you think Sakusa’s form is off?”
You barely looked up at your notes before shrugging. “Dunno, you’re the trainer.”
“Well, you’re my assistant. And I need you to correct Sakusa’s form.” You blinked. “Why can’t you do it?” Iwaizumi shrugged in response.
“I’m technically your higher up, you have to do what I say.” Iwaizumi teased before pushing you to the direction of Sakusa who was looking at you with an expectant expression.
“Iwaizumi told me to tell you that your form was off.” You say as passive as possible, not even looking at him but on your notepad that had a blank piece of paper staring right back at you.
“I don’t think I understand.” Sakusa played dumb. He knew his form was off, he’d been doing it on purpose just so you would finally approach him.
“Neither do I, but Iwaizumi said so. So.. I dunno.” You responded, before you can turn away, you can feel his hand on yours and pull you away from the gym.
“Kiyoomi, you have practice!” You try to wave your hand to call the attention of Iwaizumi who coincidentally turned his back on you and began talking to Bokuto who winked at you.
Sakusa paid no mind to your struggles before pulling you away to a good distance from the gym.
“Is there something wrong with you?” “No.” “Then why weren’t you talking to me today?” You scoffed at Sakusa’s tone.
“I didn’t know being your entertainment was part of my job description.” Sakusa blinked, not knowing why you were so snappy.
You knew it was unfair on his part but you needed to distance yourself before things got out of hand.
“Is that all? I still need to watch over your practice, Sakusa.” “Where did Omi go?” You felt his grip on your wrist tighten as he asked this.
Sakusa didn’t know what he did wrong, but what he did know is that he doesn’t like how you’re acting and he wants to get to the bottom of it.
“I dunno, Sakusa. I really need to get back.” You pulled away, only to be pinned by Sakusa against the wall.
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Sakusa was getting closer, even going as far out of his comfort zone.
“There’s nothing wrong!” You stubbornly said, trying to ignore the way your face heats up with the closeness.
Sakusa only stared at you, the pressure of his piercing gaze made you stutter out before pushing your hands against his chest in an effort to push him away.
“I just need to set our boundaries, Sakusa.” You say with a small voice with your eyes trained on the ground.
You could feel his hold against the wall falter, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“I mean, this! I can’t just keep pushing myself on to you when I know you don’t see me the same way I do.” You say, feeling tears build up in your eyes.
“I like you.” Sakusa said, you snorted at how anticlimactic his confession was before widening your eyes because, holy fuck. Did Sakusa just confess?
“No you don’t.” You try, ducking under his arm only to be pulled in his embrace. Your heartbeat quickened, pacing in time with his.
Sakusa didn’t know what came over him. But he knew one thing, he needed to tell you how he feels before you could think otherwise.
“(Y/N)... I do.” Sakusa reiterates. Your face heats up as you look away, imagining that phrase far into the future. It seemed that Sakusa knew what you were thinking as he smirked.
“How about we go on a date first before you imagine our wedding, (Y/N).” Your eyes widened. “Omi, shut up!”
He laughed, putting distance between the two of you before giving you a smile. A smile that you fell in love with.
“Go out with me?” Sakusa asked, you rolled your eyes with a smile.
“How romantic.” He scoffed at your statement. “Of course.” You continue, looking at his face only to see his ears turn red.
“Who knew Omi-kun had it in him?” Both of your heads turn to see Bokuto utter those words to Hinata and Atsumu, who nodded as a response.
“You-” “Now, now, Omi-omi. I was just walking around because I wanted to ask (Y/N) out on a da-” “Don’t even try finishing that sentence, Miya.”
A clap from Iwaizumi snapped the playful tension that built between the players.
“Now that Sakusa has a s/o. Will you now go back to practice?” Iwaizumi asked before smirking at you. “And (Y/N), try not to ogle at your boyfriend, okay?” Your face heats up at his words.
“Shut up, Iwa.” You roll your eyes. “Not even a thank you?” Iwaizumi laughed before walking by you and patting your back.
“Now, Sakusa. As much as you want to bask in your honeymoon phase, you need to go back to training.” Iwaizumi said before walking away with the other three in tow.
Sakusa rolled his eyes before turning to face you. “Let’s get dinner after practice?”
You smiled before squeezing his hand once more.
“That’d be nice.”
You and Akaashi were paired up together in the editing company you worked in. The higher ups thought it would be beneficial and more effective if they paired the both of you up due to closeness in age.
Luckily, they were right and the both of you hit it off almost immediately. Even going as far as staying over each others’ places whenever there was a pile of work to do.
Akaashi couldn’t have found a better coworker, the both of you were connected both in thoughts and actions.
When the two of you worked, it was always in tandem. The both of you found joy in each other’s company. One of your favorite moments is when Akaashi points out a blatant mistake or a hidden innuendo in the text, it even comes to a point that your basis of editing is the amount of innuendos you find amidst the editing.
You couldn’t help but fall for Akaashi. How couldn’t you? Not only did he understand you the most, but he was also everything you looked for in someone.
The moment you realized this, you knew you were in trouble. You couldn’t possibly risk telling Akaashi your feelings, because you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way. And you knew that confessing would make things awkward, you couldn’t let the bond between the two of you be put at risk just because of your petty feelings.
“Keiji! Oh, you have friends over.” You say once you went inside his apartment, you were familiar with his friends, they hung out around the both of you when deadlines were approaching. But Bokuto and Konoha knew when to mind their own business as you and Akaashi chase deadlines down.
“(Y/N), hey!” Bokuto chirped happily, engulfing you in a hug before pulling away and dragging you to the couch. “Hey, (Y/N).” You hear Konoha say as he goes into your view, handing you a can of beer.
You politely declined, saying that you needed to work with Akaashi because the both of you had a deadline due in a few hours. Konoha nodded before motioning you to the room where Akaashi was working.
When you arrived by the door, you noticed how he looked even more stressed than usual.
“Help is here.” You made an entrance before plopping down the chair he prepared for you. Akaashi gave you a grateful smile before eyeing the piece that was to be edited.
“You’re late.” Akaashi lightheartedly said before glancing at you from the side. “Well, traffic was bad and as soon as I came in Bokuto and Konoha were offering me a drink.” You explain, opening your laptop and going over the files your superiors sent you.
“You seem to have covered most of the part, how about you rest or go join Bokuto and Konoha outside before they raid your entire fridge.” You say, gently pushing him out of the chair. He scoffed before nodding.
“Just shout or call out if you need help, okay?” Akaashi said and patted your head, you swatted it away playfully. The both of you laughed before you shooed him off, saying that you can handle it.
Akaashi scoffed once more before giving you one last assurance and heading outside the room. A chorus of “Akaashi!” was heard before the iconic phrase of Bokuto.
You smiled and shook your head before continuing the section that Akaashi worked on.
It was around 8pm when you finished editing the piece that was assigned. With a groan, you stretched your back before standing up and walking outside to where Akaashi and the others went.
From the corridor, you could hear drunken giggles from Bokuto as you hear a beer can hit the floor.
“Say, Akaashi.” Bokuto started, a drunk lilt in his voice. You hear the editor hum in question, “When are you going to ask (Y/N) out?” You hear Akaashi choke on his drink.
You walked closer to the door, stopping near it just to eavesdrop. You knew that it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but be curious about his answer.
“Bokuto-san. You’re drunk.” Konoha laughs at Akaashi’s statement. “He is, but for real? When are you gonna ask them out?” Konoha followed up.
“This is ridiculous. (Y/N) is only a friend.” Akaashi said, leaving no room for argument.
You knew that it would take a miracle for him to view you as something more as a friend. But it hurt to hear it in person. Bokuto laughed, too drunk to comprehend what was happening at this point before telling Akaashi that he was stupid to not like you back.
While you felt grateful for the bicolored male to root for the both of you, you’ve had enough.
“Uh… Akaashi?” The three of them stopped in their tracks as they saw you by the corridor. Akaashi was alarmed.
How much did you hear?
You gave them a smile. “The piece is done. I’ve read through it a couple of times and I think we can submit it now.” Akaashi nodded, still stuck in his thoughts, staring at you as if he saw a ghost.
“It’s getting late, I think I should head home.” You say, taking your coat from the coat rack by Akaashi’s door.
“Aren’t you going to stay over?” Konoha asked, as if this was his apartment.
You shook your head, “I don’t want to intrude.” “You’ll never be an intruder in this apartment, (Y/N).” It was Akaashi who spoke up. You gave him a small smile and a slight shake of head.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Akaashi.” You say, bowing your head in goodbye and closing the door shut.
A few seconds of silence passed before Akaashi heaved out a sigh.
The next day, Akaashi couldn’t stay still. His overthinking kept him up all night, he couldn’t sleep knowing that he caused the unhappy expression on your face as you bid them goodbye last night.
He knew that he had to do something right before he could possibly ruin his chance with you. With a quick fix of himself, he ran towards the door, hoping to fix this as soon as possible. All common sense leaving his brain as he opened the door and bumped into you.
“What’s the rush, Akaashi?” You teased, smiling at him but Akaashi noticed how it didn’t reach your eyes.
Akaashi couldn’t find the words to say, his heart was thumping loudly in his chest. “Oh.. Uh, I was about to go to you, actually.” You raised an eyebrow at his statement.
“Did you forget that we still had to redo the panels? The higher ups sent us an email last night. But I think you were too drunk to read the email.” You joked before pushing past him and setting your things down.
“Ah,” Akaashi started. “I actually didn’t drink.” You felt your heart drop. So he was sober when he said he didn’t like you. Why did that hurt even more?
“I see.” You say quietly, bringing out the laptop from your bag and opening it, wanting to get the job done as soon as possible.
Akaashi widened his eyes as he saw you plug your earphones in. You never do that. It only confirmed that you knew what he said last night.
“Hey, (Y/N).” Akaashi tried calling your attention. You barely budged, only focusing on your task. It was as if you didn’t want to talk to him, and Akaashi could understand why.
The editor sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere so he opened his own laptop and began editing.
After half an hour of silence, he jolted as if he had a brilliant idea. Well, he thought he did. With a quick glance to you, working on a panel and ignoring him, he began ‘editing’ a different panel.
“Hey.” Akaashi tapped your shoulder, causing you to jolt at the sudden touch. You removed an earphone and looked at him. “I just finished a portion of what Tenma sent me, could you check on it for me?” You noticed the nervous lilt to Akaashi’s voice but nodded anyway.
When the file was sent to your email, you noticed the file name.
‘To (Y/N).’ You turn to see Akaashi looking down on his laptop with a small blush on his face. His fingers were on the keyboard, typing what seemed to be corrections but in reality, it was a bunch of keyboard smashes to cover how nervous he was.
You looked at the file for a few more seconds before clicking it. You couldn’t contain the small smile on your face as a small drawn Akaashi was shown in the document.
You scrolled down to see his little dialogues.
‘I like you.’
‘But you heard it wrong.’
‘Bokuto was drunk and you know how chatty he gets when he’s drunk.’
‘So I had to lie. Because I can’t risk you knowing from someone else.’
‘But… I really, really do like you.’
‘So if it’s okay...’
You scrolled down further to see the drawn Akaashi with a mini bouquet of flowers.
‘Will you go out with me?’
You looked up to see Akaashi looking at you with a shy glance. You smiled at him before nodding. Akaashi then pat the space on the bed beside him, you scoffed playfully but lied down next to him anyway.
“So… lunch after we’re done? At our favorite brunch place?”
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oh fuck, fuck, shit. this was not how things were supposed to go down.
what was supposed to happen, according to the magnificent imagination library of sugawara koushi (don’t judge him, he made the name when he was like 5), was that he’d get a little drunk after spa night and share his story with his newfound friends. he was hoping for a maybe a few hugs, no words of pity and, once again if he was lucky, a seat beside you while you watched some sappy lighthearted comedy to get his mind off of the whole situation.
what suga got instead, however, was an increasingly pissed you, ready to pounce on meiko the second you got. he couldn’t pretend that your reaction wasn’t incredibly endearing, especially since he’d never seen you get this angry in all the time he’s known you, but koushi couldn’t help but worry that after this... everyone would know.
so he raced after you down the hall, until you burst into meiko’s room with the rest of the group hot on your heels.
meiko looked up from rummaging through her bags, startled, while iwaizumi immediately jumped to her defense. you were not deterred, peering around him with such fire in your eyes that not even meiko was immune.
sugawara was actually rather impressed with the stoicism you held even when you stood face to face with iwaizumi’s biceps.
god, those arms.
“meiko, you fucking bitch,” you muttered, lowly and under your breath. the gasp meiko let out was absolutely scandalized as iwaizumi pressed himself closer to you.
“hey, don’t you dare talk to her that way,” iwa expressed, instantly drawing your attention. suga didn’t even pretend to hide the gasp that escaped his throat as he watched your eyes turn even more steely and cold.
he’d hate to be on the receiving end of your empty gaze.
“get the fuck out of my way,” your smaller hand found its way to the center of iwaizumi’s broad chest and pushed.
faintly, over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, koushi could hear atsumu yell something along the lines of get em angel! but his eyes were utterly stuck on you fiery form.
your own eyes remained focused on meiko who was now cowering behind iwaizumi’s back but for the first time ever she actually looked... scared?
koushi felt something alight in stomach (rage? hurt?) as he watched the woman who’d unapologetically taken something he’d never ever get back with no remorse, look fucking scared.
of course she would have the audacity to be afraid in the eyes of pain and not her horribly absent morality.
fucking hell. she was so going to get what was coming for her.
koushi let a manic grin grow on his face as he watched you shove iwaizumi harder to finally, finally, get your hands on the woman who’d destroyed his life.
when hajime tried to get back between you and meiko, bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa stepped up to keep him away. suga suddenly felt two solid presences appear at his sides, a quick glance out of the corners of his eyes informing him it was kuroo and kenma beside him.
“do you wanna leave?” kuroo leant down to whisper, his deep voice vibrating at the shell of suga’s ear. koushi absentmindedly shook his head no, brown orbs watching as you whispered something in meiko’s ear, her eyes immediately going wide in shock.
god, he wished he was right there next to you, listening to every piece of bullshit meiko spat out of her mouth and from the looks of it, it was a ton.
kuroo and kenma began to speak over suga but he was too occupied with you — you looked so powerful and in control as you stood over meiko, saying something else that he couldn’t hear but whatever it was, it must’ve upset meiko because her face twisted from afraid to fucking pissed.
he couldn’t do anything but watch in slow motion as meiko’s hand flew up and slapped you square across the face.
the room fell silent as everyone looked on in utter shock. (un)surprisingly, you weren’t startled at all — you actually looked pleased as you touched your cheek gently as though you were surprised it even hurt.
koushi’s theory was then proved correctly as your voice rang out through the silent room. “wow. that actually kind of stung.” kenma snorted next to him at your nonchalance as another wave of admiration overtook him.
suga knew he must have been looking pretty enamored by you but it was only amplified as the whole house watched your hand fly down into meiko’s face, slapping her at least twice as hard.
now, kenma straight up cackled as you and meiko fell into an all out fight where you clearly had the upper hand.
behind your little defense squad, iwaizumi attempted to fight past the wall of strong men to get to meiko, but there was no way he could get past bokuto’s arms that were big enough to rival his.
unfortunately for suga (and kenma who was having the time of his life), all the noise from the thrashing and screaming (coming mostly from meiko) had attracted quite the crowd. daichi and osamu immediately rushed to yank you off of meiko who was now lying on the ground yelling and sobbing.
she was an absolute wreck, her mascara smeared across her face, extensions pulled every which way and a bright red handprint plastered on her left cheek as a black eye seemed to be coming in on the same side.
you, on the other hand, whilst being dragged away by osamu and daichi, looked absolutely stunning.
your hair was a mess, blood was running from your nose down your to your chin, and you had a feral grin spread across your face but even still, to suga, you’d never looked more beautiful.
at first, koushi thought it was because he had a minor blood kink (don’t ask) but after more thought, he discovered that it was more than likely due to the fact that you had physically fought for him.
you’d decided, on some merits unknown to him, that he was worth getting bitchslapped for and that meant more to him than you could ever know.
“hey,” kenma’s soft voice shook him out of his thoughts as he gently led him out of the room. “they’re putting yn in her room so we’re gonna go there, ok?”
koushi thinks that kenma could’ve led him straight into a pit of lava if that’s where you were. he just desperately needed to see you, to thank you for what you’d done for him.
suga needed to prove to you that your bloody nose wasn’t in vain — that he was somehow worth fighting for.
℗ poker face
a boy worth fighting for
an - ahaha get the mulan reference?? wow m so funny ALOS this chapter sucks ass cs i’m so bad at writing fighting (&& it’s 1a m so tired) lmao pls just take this w a grain of salt ;-; don’t forget to feed me <3
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Can I get a hurt comfort scenario with Sakusa, tsukishima, and matsukawa where they’re in a relationship but the reader feels unwanted/unloved by them bcs they’re being extra snarky or cold or sum so she distances herself so when they break up it’ll hurt less? So the boys feel guilty and they make up?
their s/o thinking they want to break up
w/ tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa!
(a/n: man this prompt😭
anyways all are written in the timeskip!! at first glance it looks really angsty but i promise there’s a happy ending <3
ps im sorry this lowkey sucks smh it’s like 4 am and i’m loopy😀)
in the beginning, you were pretty surprised he even accepted your confession
he was cool and detached in a way that you weren’t
but over time, he warmed up to you, and you fell in love with him
but recently, he was becoming cold and distant in the same way he used to be
he was no longer affectionate with you
often times you would fall asleep waiting for him to come home
and your heart broke when you came to the realization;
he didn’t love you anymore
you decided you were going to ask him tonight.
now it’s half past one, and you’re a little tired, but you keep your resolve and decide that you’ll stay up no matter what.
but when the door opens, dread fills your gut, and you become nervous. you get off your bed and go up to see him. he’s slouched over the counter with his phone in his hands, and when he finally sees you, his eyes widen in surprise. you’re almost never awake by the time he comes home.
“hi,” you mumble.
you fidget, eyes searching around the room distractedly.
at your silence, he slips past you and into the bedroom, exhausted. it had been another long day at work, but thankfully he’ll have a week off soon and he’s hoping to spend it with you.
you follow him in, not surprised by his behavior. you sigh dejectedly.
“could i talk to you for a minute?” you ask. he doesn’t turn to meet your gaze.
“babe, i’m already exhausted. can we do this another day?” he mutters, obviously not paying any attention to you.
even though you’ve expected this, his behavior still hurts. it’s become clear to you that he doesn’t even care about you anymore. frustrated tears start to well up in your eyes.
“do you love me anymore?” you whisper, shaky. kei stops in his tracks.
“what?” he responds, turning around to see you. his eyes widen in alarm at seeing you cry so suddenly.
“i said, do you love me anymore?” you repeat, louder this time.
kei stays silent.
why are you even asking this? how could you even think—
but then he pauses.
he realizes how he’s been neglecting you. he’s been putting in so many extra hours and coming home too tired to tend to you. he can’t even remember the last time he just spent a moment alone with you.
but you take his silence as an answer, and your heart breaks.
you knew the answer, but the pain of its confirmation hurts even more. you bow your head.
“i’ll just—” you try. “i’ll get my things tomorrow,” you whisper, leaving the bedroom.
kei snaps out of his thoughts at your words. and when he sees you leaving, he panics.
“wait!” he yells after you, grabbing your wrist. you don’t turn to look at him, wounds still fresh from his disinterest.
“let me go, kei,” you cry, voice wobbling pathetically.
he turns you around and lifts your chin up. a seemingly endless stream of tears continues its trail down your cheeks, and his chest aches at the sight.
“of course i still love you, y/n,” he declares.
your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“how could you think i don’t love you anymore?” he whispers.
“what?” you respond, baffled. “but, you—”
he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“look, i know i’ve been distant,” he mumbles. “but that doesn’t mean i love you any less. i’ve just been caught up with work,” he explains. you relax a little at this, and he pulls you into his chest, hoping it’ll make you calm down.
“so you... you still love me?” you ask, muffled by his shirt. he rolls his eyes.
“...yeah. whatever,” he replies, feigned annoyance leaking into his response. he noses affectionately at your hair anyway.
you met issei a couple years back and hit it off with him immediately
he was kind, funny, and sweet
he would make time for the two of you often and enjoyed being in your company
but in the last couple of weeks, it felt like he was the exact opposite
he rarely even spoke to you, always out at work or doing something or other that he wouldn’t talk about
he seemed to always be busy, and during the times where you did see him, he seemed to be irritated or tired
and while you loved him deeply, you realized that he just didn’t feel the same anymore
you’d planned to have dinner with your boyfriend tonight at 6.
it’s 9 now, and he hasn’t sent you a single text all day.
you sigh, putting your phone down after checking it for the hundredth time. it’s not like you weren’t expecting him to stand you up; he’s been doing that a lot lately.
but you hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. that perhaps you were wrong and that he did still want to be with you.
but this just confirms it; he doesn’t care about your relationship anymore.
when he finally comes home, you don’t bother getting up. the food you prepared sits on the stove, untouched.
“hey,” he mutters tiredly. you turn away from him.
issei turns to look into the kitchen and sees that you’ve made something.
“were we supposed to have dinner tonight?” he asks. you scoff.
“yeah. at 6.”
“oh,” he mumbles guiltily. truthfully, matsukawa hasn’t had a lot of time on his hands lately. he’s always been busy with either work or other things. and he knows he’s been treating you terribly, but he hopes to make it up to you when he gets some time off. “look, we can always—”
“what?” you retort. “reschedule? this is the fourth time in two weeks, issei!” he sighs frustratedly.
“i know, but i’ve been busy, okay? i just have so much going on,” he explains.
“i never even see you!” you yell. “is it so bad that i just want my boyfriend back?”
“i can’t put my life on hold to please you, y/n!” he counters. he knows what he’s saying is wrong, but he’s already getting defensive anyway.
“is that what i’m doing?” you whisper, voice small. you’re not looking at him anymore. “holding you back?”
he stares at you, anger dissipating. what?
“do you even want me anymore?” you ask. it’s only when you look up at him that he sees the hurt swimming in your eyes. his heart squeezes painfully in his chest, guilt stirring in his gut.
he hadn’t meant to get so defensive, really. it was just reflexive.
because he knows how bad of a boyfriend he’s been in the last couple of weeks and he knows you’re hurting because of it.
so he stands in front of you, mouth opening and closing as he tries to figure out how to make this right. but you have your answer.
so you turn to leave, tears finally spilling over your cheeks, and you finally accept that he just doesn’t love you like that anymore.
but at seeing you leave, his heart stops, and he rushes over to stop you.
he wastes no time pulling you into him, refusing to let you go.
“issei, just let me go!” you sob, pawing at his arm weakly. it’s futile.
“no. you need to hear what i have to say,” he says, voice stern with determination. it’s obvious he’s not going to let up so you give in, too tired to continue, and he comes around to face you.
“i love you, okay?” he whispers. “i love you more than anything in the world. and i’ve been doing a terrible job at showing it.” you look up at him sadly. “i know i’ve been neglecting you, but i wanna make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”
you meet his gaze. “really?” you whisper, a little gleam of something like hope glistening in your eyes. he nods, and you let him pull you in flush against him. “you really scared me.”
he sighs. “i know. but i love you, okay?”
you hum contentedly. “okay.”
from the very beginning, you understood that dating a pro athlete would be a very different experience
you knew he’d often be busy and have little time left over for you
despite this, you knew he was worth it
and surprisingly, he made ample time for you
but in the last month, it seemed you two really had no time at all
he was always busy with the team, and you spent many nights alone
but what was worse was that he didn’t even seem to want to spend any time with you
he wasn’t even a little affectionate with you
and most of the time it just felt like he wanted you gone
anxiety and self-consciousness manifested rapidly, and you couldn’t take it anymore
tonight, you’re going to confront him.
you’ve spent too many dinners eating alone and too many nights in an empty bed. you miss your boyfriend terribly.
when he walks through the door, you get up to see him. he walks past you.
“how was practice?” you ask. he shrugs. “you tired?” you try again. he just nods.
you sigh, the frustration from earlier returning in full force.
“you gonna tell me why you’ve been ignoring me?” you ask, arms crossed. he stops and turns to look you, confused.
“what are you talking about?”
he knows exactly what you’re talking about.
“maybe the fact that i don’t even get to see my own boyfriend anymore?” you respond, exasperated.
he pinches the bridge of his nose, irritated.
sakusa knows why you’re upset, and he knows that he hasn’t been treating you right. but distancing himself from you felt like the best option, because he needed to be the best for his team and it was becoming hard to juggle so many things in his life.
“i still make time for you, y/n. i’m sorry that i can’t cater to your every need, alright?”
you scoff, disbelieving.
“how can you even say that? it’s like i live alone, kiyoomi!” you yell, desperate. he just sighs.
“i know i’ve been busy, but you knew i would be this way from the start, y/n. don’t put this on me just because you’re lonely!”
his words sting, and tears well up in your eyes.
“if you weren’t such a distraction, then maybe i’d have time for you!”
you reel back, chest aching painfully at his honesty. so that’s all you are to him. a distraction.
“just do it,” you plead.
“if you wanted to break up with me, you should’ve just done it instead of stringing me along this entire time!” you cry. sakusa freezes.
guilt begins to come over him, smothering him like a blanket. he hadn’t been thinking at all about how you were feeling, his selfishness taking over him and pushing you away. but it seems as though he’s pushed you too far, because he’s about to lose you, and it’s all his fault.
“fine,” you mutter, voice shaky. “if you won’t do it, i’ll do it myself!” you look up at him, pain swimming in your eyes. “this is over.”
it’s only then, when you start to leave, that kiyoomi feels like he can move. he panics, maneuvering in front of you so that you can’t reach the door.
you sob, desperately trying to push past him, but he’s grabbing your wrists and you can’t move.
“just let me go, kiyoomi!” you cry, hiccuping. he swallows.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he mutters, pulling you against him despite your protests. “please don’t leave me.”
you sob into his chest, exhausted from your fight.
“i shouldn’t have pushed you away. i didn’t even realize how you felt, and i’m so sorry for that,” he apologizes, regret in his voice. “i don’t want this to be over, okay? i’ll do anything to make you stay,” he pleads desperately.
at this, your crying ceases a little, and you relax into him.
“y-you really mean it?” you sniffle, looking up at him through teary eyes. he nods, kissing you gently.
“you mean so much to me, you know that?” he whispers against your lips.
and when he pulls you even closer against him and presses his lips against yours, you know he means it.
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Hey there! I absolutely adore your headcanons! Could I request how Kuroo, Oikawa and Daichi would react during a major fight, after they say something like: "I could always find someone better" in the heat of the moment? They realise their mistake and fluff ensues? Thank you! :D
"I could always find someone better"
feat. Kuroo, Oikawa, Daichi
♡ warning: hurt/comfort
♡ a/n: i- reading this prompt made my heart hurt but i love it. ps, I tried to make Daichi’s more lighthearted.... (sorry if thats disappointing 🥺)
You really didn’t want to be arguing with Kuroo, especially since you knew his team was also there, awkwardly doing their stretches.
Kuroo had been practicing a bit too much with his team in preparation for Nationals, and as a result had been neglecting your relationship. He spent less and less time with you, which hurt but you could easily manage that. But then he also started texting and calling you less. You two could walk past each other in the halls and it would be as if you were strangers.
This led up to bottling your emotions until they finally started overflowing today.
“Tetsu, I don’t know why you don’t understand that I just feel like you’ve been disregarding me for volleyball? Relationships are a joined effort you know!”
“And I don’t get why you can’t be supportive. You know how important Nationals is, I’ve told you already!” he snaps at you.
“Yeah, like two weeks ago, coincidentally the last time you even spoke to me!” you retorted, not willing to crumble just yet.
“I swear Y/n.... I could always find someone better and more supportive than you.” he sighed and turned his back towards you to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. When he looked up, he saw his team, jaws agape and eyes widened. He made eye contact with Kenma, who silently pointed behind the captain.
When Kuroo turned around again he saw your eyes tearing up and your bottom lip quivering. You pointed your head down so he wouldn’t see the tears spilling out, but you couldn’t do anything to mask your sobs.
Panic sets in for him and the first thing he does is pick you up bridal style and take you outside the gym, because he knows you’d be extremely embarrassed for having cried in front of his team. You don’t resist when he lifts you up, only focused on how upset you were.
When the two of you reach the outside, he sits down on the steps outside the gym doors, careful to adjust you onto his lap. Kuroo pulls you in for a tight hug and stays silent for a minute.
“I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it, please just know I didn’t mean it”
He hears your sobs die down a bit and he hugs you even tighter.
“You were right, I was an asshole who completely took disregarded you for volleyball. It was wrong of me to expect you to be compliant. I’m so sorry Y/n” he says, kissing your shoulder and resting his head on it.
When he feels you wrap your arms around him, he looks up and sees your sad eyes. You give him a quick kiss on the lips.
“It’s okay Tetsu” you whisper and he shakes his head. Even after you insisted that you were okay because he at least understood, that wasn’t enough for Kuroo.
He was dead set on making sure you never felt that way again.
You and Oikawa had been arguing in the clubroom for ten minutes now. Oikawa had thought you were being exceptionally clingy as of lately and brought up how you were constantly worried about his fangirls.
“How could I not be worried? They literally pull you aside and confess to you, in front of me!” you cried out, feeling like your boyfriend was siding with his fans more than his own s/o.
“And so what if they do? It’s not like I would leave you for any of them. How could you not trust me when I say that?” he yelled back, and before you could defend yourself he speaks again.
“You know I’m disappointed in you.. I could always find someone better than this Y/n” Oikawa spat, but the moment he did he realized how contradictory it was to say something like that. Especially considering the topic of the argument. He was about to take it back.
But of course, how would you know that.
Your biggest insecurity was just thrown back at you, and in return you slammed a pile of envelopes on the floor.
“Take your fucking pick then!” you cried out before storming out of the clubroom.
As you were leaving, Oikawa looked on the ground to see a countless number of confession letters with his name on it. Unbeknownst to him, his fangirls had been handing you their letters, asking for you to deliver it to him. It was a complete blow to your feelings and showed completely disregard for your relationship.
Oikawa cursed under his breath and ran out after you. It didn’t take him long to find you, you were sitting under a tree not far from the clubroom. You were hugging your knees to your chest, with your face buried to obscure your sobs. You felt someone pull you in for a hug and when you looked up, you gave a pained glare to your boyfriend.
“I was wrong and without even realizing what I was saying I said something extremely stupid and hurtful” he says, pressing slow kissed to your face.
“W-why did you say it then” you sob even harder.
He sighed and pulled you to his chest, “It’s not a good reason, but I didn’t know that they were acting like this towards you. I thought you were overreacting when really it was me who was underreacting. And I can’t express how sorry I am”
Oikawa fears the worst when you stay silent for a bit. You had every right to be upset and broken over what he said. But when you wrapped your arms around him, he felt a wave of relief.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and let you calm down and cry it out, not caring that he had a horde of fangirls wondering why he wasn’t at practice yet.
Why would he?
Arguments between you and Daichi were a rare sight. Moreso because he tended to speak and think rationally about things, so any little complication that arose would quickly be resolved.
But this time it was different. You honestly couldn’t even remember what the two of you were even arguing about in the first place. After your last dispute, you made it a point to avoid him for a few days.
Still you couldn’t evade him forever, and the problem wasn’t just going to just vanish so easily.
You were heading towards the clubroom, and unfortunately Daichi was just exiting, you saw his smile drop upon seeing you, and you couldn’t help but frown.
He turned towards the door, “Hmm? No it’s just Y/n” and then you hear various familiar voices from inside the room greet you.
“Hey guys!!” you shot, not knowing who you were speaking too, and when Daichi closed the club door, you direct your gaze to him.
“I saw your smile drop you know” you say, already feeling upset.
“Well, I’m sorry, have you forgotten that we aren’t in such a great spot right now?” he replied.
“I’m still your s/o, idiot.”
“Says the one who’s been actively avoiding me. You’re being awfully immature Y/n and you know this too. I could always find someone better.” he said, and the moment he did you saw the instant regret in his eyes.
Honestly, you knew he didn’t mean that, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You previously had worries about whether or not you were good enough for your boyfriend, and Daichi had always been there to reassure you. So saying he could find someone better was enough to make your heart hurt.
Tears started to form in your eyes and Daichi quickly retracted his words.
“Wait, no I swear I didn’t mean it. I would never mean it please” he panics as he rushes over to you to hug you and pepper your teary face with kisses. You silently nod before hearing a muffled voice coming from the clubroom.
“Y/N-SAN, HE DOESN’T MEAN IT!! HE WAS JUST TELLING US HOW MUCH HE MISSES YOU AND HOW HE DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THE TWO OF YOU WERE ARGUING ABOUT!!” Hinata shouts, only to yelp and be scolded by Kageyama.
You look up at your boyfriend, still choked up, “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean you know...I know you really don’t believe that but-”
Before you can continue, Daichi shuts you up with a kiss.
“I know, and I’m sorry” he says, resting his forehead on yours.
You fully calm down and give him a small smile, “Sawamura Daichi, I think you’re awfully lucky because I also forgot what we argued about”
Daichi stifles a chuckle before placing another kiss on your lips. But before the kiss could get any deeper, you hear the clubroom door open and Asahi’s head pop out.
“OH- I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO INTERRUPT. But uhh, we have practice starting really soon so I think we should probably head there now.....”
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