#hqhq server collab meet ugly

[mattsvn]

CHANCE BALL LOVE!

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Genre: Meet ugly! strangers to lovers! Getting hit in the head with a volleyball!

Warnings: Blood, head injury, concussion, did I mention getting hit in the head with a volleyball? Food hehe, that's all.

WC: 2.4K

Summary: After being hit with a volleyball by the ace and U19 athlete, Ushijima Wakatoshi, you find yourself laying in the nurse's office, with a bag of ice on your head and a boy apologizing every two minutes for that terrible accident. As the times goes by, you realize that not only you were hit by a ball, but by destiny, and more important, love.

A/N: I'm so excited for this piece! This is a collab for HQHQ (now Anilysium!) The masterlist is here! I hope you like this piece! Reblogs are appreciated!

Life is made up of 90% causality and 10% coincidence.

That was what your mother used to say, with her hands covered with flour up to her elbows, while she prepared one of those delicious desserts. Possibly as a result of all her years perfecting her technique as a pastry chef, but, as in that, she considered that everything had to be planned, measured, and calculated.

On the other hand, your father was always talking about how fate made everything line up perfectly for things in his life to come in abundance, he would happily tell about the coincidences in his life, although the answer was always the same, a debate between the two of them as to what was the truth.

A skeptical pastry chef and a dreamy lawyer, a match made in heaven.

Whatever it had been, causality or causality, you never thought a hit of luck would be so...literal.

It was unusual for you to be in Shiratorizawa's volleyball gymnasium, if you had managed to get into such a prestigious high school it was because of the impeccable grades you always had, sports were not a priority.

You weren't afraid of balls, but, the way everyone was spiking the ball was about to cause you a headache, especially Ushijima Wakatoshi, the school's ace, one of the best athletes in the country.

"Why are we here, again?" you asked, your gaze wandering between the various players and the sound of balls hitting everywhere making the conversation feel distorted.

"Because they" one pointed out, to the rest of the girls looking around the court excitedly "want to see Semi Eita, the pretty boy with the grey hair" she gestured to the boy in the corner, slamming the ball to the ground unaware that they were watching.

"Ah" you replied, somewhat bored, grabbing your backpack and standing up. "Good luck with that, I have to get home early" you said, waving goodbye to everyone.

To leave, or at least, to do it in a faster way, the door that led out of the building, and through which you had to go through the court, was the best option, as it took longer to take the way inside the corridors. The only option as you made your way down the bleachers.

The only thing you heard, with your eyes glued to the ground, trying to go completely unnoticed was a "WATCH OUT!" that made you look up before you saw nothing but darkness.

"I don't know, Wakatoshi-kun, looks like you did kill her" a voice was heard in the distance, the light irritating your eyes if you tried to open them. Still, only because of your stubbornness, you tried to get up without anyone else's help.

"I don't think it's best if you stand up now" you heard a deeper voice, but you didn't know exactly where it was coming from.

"I'm fine" you whispered, placing a hand on where you assumed you had been hit with the volleyball, feeling a warm liquid staining it. It wasn't possible that a spike had cracked your forehead open, right?

Right?

"I'm fine, I have to go" as you stood up, opening your eyes, everything was spinning. An arm went around your shoulders, stopping you from falling back to the ground, firm, but at the same time gentle.

"You need to go to the infirmary, you're bleeding" the voice now seemed to be closer, a little more stable, but, no way did you feel you could even move without throwing up or passing out again, what the fuck had that hit been? Could someone hit someone that hard just with a serve?

The answer was yes, and the name, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You barely felt it when, just like that, he lifted you off the ground, although it seemed that your body felt it. A piece of something, probably cloth or gauze stopped the bleeding. You kept repeating that at least they let you walk, that you were okay, even though, clearly, you had the symptoms of a concussion.

"Are you all right, can you tell me where you are?" questioned Ushijima, entering a room. You had finally managed to open your eyes and recover from the dizziness.

"I'm fine, we're at the high school" you whispered, looking at Ushijima for the first time.

Even if you had gone to games before, you had never seen that look on Wakatoshi's face, a mixture of fear and worry, accompanied by his pale face and a barely noticeable bloodstain on his shirt.

"You can wait outside, dear boy," said the nurse, slightly terrified by what had happened.

A couple of hours passed before they managed to let you go, after calling your parents and making sure you didn't leave the building unless you were accompanied. You didn't need stitches, and that was a huge plus, but still, you left the infirmary with a gauze pad on your forehead, some candy, and a chance to take the rest of the week off to rest, which wasn't such a bad outcome.

You closed the door behind you, looking sideways at Wakatoshi on the floor, who got up almost immediately, still looking scared, even his gaze lingered for a few seconds on the patch on your forehead, which reminded him of the fact that he had accidentally hit you with a volleyball while practicing his serves.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking disheveled, and as if he had done nothing more than wait in the hallway until everything was in order.

"Oh, don't worry, Ushijima-san, I'm fine" you assured, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"I'm so sorry, let me take you home to be sure you arrive safely" he asked, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly bent down, like a child discovered stealing the candy from the counter.

"My parents are here to take me home, don't worry" you assured, glancing sideways at the door, somewhat far away. "You can walk me to the car, if you like."

"Of course" he nodded, walking beside you. Up close he looked even taller than he was, his expression calm and his gaze fixed straight ahead, though, he seemed to have a doubt that would leave his lips at any moment "Would you allow me to walk you to school tomorrow?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, somehow, the sound of just both of your footsteps in the hallway was comforting, soothing. It wasn't awkward, or uncomfortable. Ushijma didn't believe in awkward silences, because to him actions said more than words, and, that a question shouldn't be answered right away. So, the way to the entrance was nothing more than waiting for an honest, and safe, answer.

"I got permission to miss classes for the rest of the week, in case the concussion gets complicated, because I have to rest" you began, letting again the calm silence take center stage for a couple of seconds. "Then I won't be back until Monday, but maybe you can come for dinner tomorrow?"

"If you accept that as my apology for hurting you, then by all means" he took the door, allowing you to leave before him, there was still a bit of a walk to the main entrance. "Although, I would like to cook"

"Oh, I didn't know you cooked," you smiled, looking up at him. Ushijima looked down, and, you could swear he was smiling too. "If that's what you prefer, I'd love to."

The rest of the walk was quiet, and calm. Ushijima said goodbye to you after introducing himself to your parents, and apologizing again. In the rearview mirror you saw him standing there, waiting until he didn't see the car to go home.

He was really worried, and it would probably take him a few days to stop being scared about what had just happened. He was even willing to be scolded by the coach for missing two days of practice, just to make sure everything was in order.

Likewise, even if it would be a whole day before you saw Ushijima, he decided to call you just before he went to bed. And at lunchtime, because doing it earlier would surely have woken you up. He didn't talk too much, he let you talk about how annoying the doctors at the hospital had been when you went to check that everything was okay, and all the boring time you spent there.

He called back as soon as he got out of school, to make sure the details of the dinner were ready, he would bring the food, and some dessert, and, you would bring the drinks. You had to convince him though, otherwise he would have bought everything, he would have even brought plates and silverware from his own house.

Wakatoshi took the job of bringing the food seriously, as much as he could buy anything on the way home, he decided to make something himself. The menu was simple, yakisoba, yukari rice balls with an egg on top of each dish. As for dessert, he decided not to risk it, and preferred to buy those box cakes that had been quite popular lately, and, some condensed milk truffles that Tendou gave him as a gift as, he assured, you would love them.

Your parents could be quite reluctant to invite a boy to the house, but, after proposing the idea that you could clean up the picnic table you had in the backyard, where there was a space convenient enough for them to peek in just a little to feel safe, they agreed almost immediately.

During the afternoon, the question you wanted to ignore came out of nowhere, could that be considered a date, and should you dress for the occasion? It didn't seem like anything would match a forehead injury, or that anything would hide it. The result ended up being something you would wear if you were going out with friends, simple, and appropriate for the sunny day out.

Ushijima arrived exactly at the appointed time, and, reluctantly from your parents, you opened the door without them intruding. Looking at him, you failed to understand the nervous feeling that traveled from your heart to the tips of your fingers, making them tremble. Standing with a bag in his left hand, his hair slightly tousled and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Yet another gesture of apology, right?

"Hi, I brought some flowers" he pointed out, extending them. Your hand gently brushing his as you took them, white roses with green accents that made the bouquet look incredibly elegant.

"I already told you that you didn't have to keep apologizing, Ushijima" you mentioned, taking the flowers. "We'll eat outside then you don't need to take off your shoes, but let me go get a vase."

"You look good today" he spoke out of nowhere, making you look at him even though you were already halfway down the aisle. "You look good in those clothes" he seemed to be trying to smile, but you weren't sure. You smiled anyway, grateful for the compliment.

You returned with the bouquet, which would now serve as a decoration for the picnic. You could feel the intense gaze of your parents even if they tried to hide when they peeked, or, according to them, "watched" that everything was in order.

"Are you feeling better then?" he asked, looking at how simply decorated the picnic table was but somehow looked incredibly cozy, with perfect tree shade.

As was now usual, Wakatoshi didn't talk more than usual, at least not at first, he wanted to hear about how you were feeling, and how many days you would be out of school, although you assured him that you would be back to your activities by next Monday, and that, your friends would take care of sending you the homework you needed. Then the questions about him began.

You learned a lot, how he learned to play volleyball at a young age, his interest in cooking but his almost zero ability to make desserts. My mother could make some, you laughed, drinking some cranberry juice in a wine glass, your father's idea. He told you about his new interest in plants, and his father's work out of the country. Even some good anecdotes about the volleyball team.

Dessert was something completely different, by that time, she started to excitedly explain his last game, and what it was like to be in the Olympics. Although it wasn't as noticeable, you could tell in the way his lips curved into a slight smile as he tried to find the right words to define how he felt.

Reluctantly, and after offering to do the dishes, you said no, keeping the bento boxes with the promise that you would bring lunch on Monday for both of you, and now a wide smile on his face, even when he had to go home.

The following Monday came terribly slow, with the only thing that made it better being that Ushijima had not stopped her constant calls, the day possibly delayed by dark clouds heralding torrential rain.

"You don't have to keep apologizing anymore, look, even the wound has healed" you said, to Ushijima who was standing at the entrance, now with a box of the truffles you had liked so much, and which he had now made.

"I know. But I'd really like to walk with you at school" he smiled. "If you'll let me.

"I'd love to."

Life is made up of 80% causality and 20% chance, and, although you wouldn't want to repeat the literal hit of luck you received, you hadn't wanted it any other way.

Going to the gym because your friends wanted to see a cute boy on the volleyball team, having to leave early because you had things to do at home, leaving through the door you had to walk through on the court, getting hit in the head with a volleyball, only to end up walking to school with him, fingers barely brushing, a tender kiss on the cheek before he left.

Eating now inside the house, holding hands, a kiss on the corner of the lips. Waiting in the bleachers for practice to end, a number one jacket covering you from the rain.

The worst way to get to know each other, and, somehow, it seemed you were made for one another.

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[nicka-nell]

Misunderstanding

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader, mention of Osamu and Atsumu

Words: 7.668

Warning: just fluff, maybe a hint of bullying in the past, manga spoiler

Summary: A new restaurant in the city is perfect, to try out with your best friend. But what happens if she has to cancel, instead the girl strolls through the store door, which used to tease you in highschool? That’s where Sakusa comes in. Too bad, this girl and Sakusa have also made acquaintances with each other and everything turns out unhappy.

This fic is part of our HQHQ (Anilysium) Server Collab with the topic meet ugly. You can find the masterlist here. So check out all the other wonderful writers/artists too. ♥

Many people travel along the slim streets, walking in different directions. Everyone just looks at their phones, watches or other things that show you the time. Because everybody is in stress, must work and can not enjoy the beautiful summer day. Unlike you, because you’re enjoying your day off, looking forward to finally meeting your best friend again. She had told you about a new store, which had a rush of customers after only a few days. On the one hand, because of the food. Especially the Onigiris are supposed to be delicious, and because their shop owner is supposed to be a really handsome man. His name was also well known.

Miya Osamu is the brother of the successful volleyball player Miya Atsumu. Probably the only reason she wanted to go there with you. After all, she was always like that. Just thinking about how she’ll only have eyes for some strange handsome man, while smiling like a cheshire cat makes you laugh.

The fresh wind tickles your shoulders as you stand in front of a big line of people. People who want to take an order of food for work at the window. “Wow, this Miya Osamu must look great, and be good at cooking.” you say in amazement, pushing past the crowd to enter the store.

The little golden shop bell rings quietly, devoured by the loud chat of the people in the restaurant, so that only you can still perceive it. Briefly you get your mobile phone out, look at the message of your friend, so as not to approach the wrong seats. It was good of her to reserve places.

Typically for her, she had chosen two seats right at the counter. Close to the bar with all drinks and especially close to the kitchen, which is provided with simple glass windows so that you can look at the cook while cooking. 

A server looks at a small tray in his hand to enter your name and give you confirmation that you can sit down at the counter. Purposefully you walk towards the two free seats, jump on the wood stool covered with black fabric and place your small handbag in your lap.

You’re happy that the store is well attended, whether or not you know the man, that can only speak for him. Your curious eyes won’t be disappointed for long, as a large, muscular man emerges from the kitchen. 

A skin tight t-shirt adorns his body while a cap covers his hair. His biceps are visible by the short fabric on his arms, while he hands the orders of various people to his servers. “So, so, this is the famous handsome Miya brother, what? If he can cook as well as he looks, I’m gonna fall off the chair.” You mumble. “Well, Honoka, where are you?” Your voice is so quiet that only you can understand it. 

But as if the man dressed in black heard you, he turns around with a smile and comes to you to take your order.

“Such a pretty woman, and then here all alone? What can I get you?”

“Oh, not just a good cook, but a charmer too, huh?” You answer him and start giggling cheerfully with him before continuing your sentence. “I’m waiting for a friend. I would uh… I’d like a glass of cranberry juice for now.”

“Mhm, all right. A sour cranberry juice for the sweet lady. It’s written, I’ll bring it you right away.” Nodding, he puts the pen and paper back in his pocket, winks at you and turns to the other guests. 

A few minutes go by. Minutes in which at the front of the shop window the already pre-packed Onigiri like treadmill goods is sold. The small paper boxes disappear more and more from the shop window, leaving only empty spaces. But there is no sign of Honoka. Even after you got your juice from Osamu, the person who should sit next to you is missing and probably can’t deaf your ears with her crush about the Miya beauty.

Worried you get your phone out of your pocket, just want to write her as a new message pops up. It is from Honoka.

>> Hey sweetie, I can’t come today. My father fell off the ladder earlier and I have to take him to the hospital. Ah, I feel so bad. I am so sorry. Ah damn, take a picture of that sexy man secretly, okay? Oh god, he’s probably even hotter in natura than the photos I found on the Internet. Don’t have too much fun without me xoxo <<

Even if her message makes you sad, you can’t resist shaking your head and smiling. Of course, even in such a situation, she still had to think about this Miya twin. She’s just a lost cause. Your fingers quickly type in an answer as a voice startles you. A voice you hadn’t heard in a long time, and you were happy about it. Because the voice is from a girl who used to be in your class. 

A mean goat who had nothing better to do than passively aggressively bitching at you and making fun of you. But no matter how mean she was to you, in the end she was the one who got everything she wanted. Whether it was the popularity with the teachers or schoolmates or with the men’s selection. She could always have every boy in your school. You can’t imagine that this has changed over the years. God, how happy you were that the last time you saw her was at your graduation.

“Well, that ugly little duckling still hasn’t turned into a swan, huh?” 

Her high-pitched voice is uncomfortable in your ears, her hand presses against your back. “Taki, wow, who knew you’d still be as obnoxious as you used to be.” 

For a blink of an eye, her upper lip twitches before she takes her hand off of you and sits boldly beside you. In her skin-tight short skirt, she folds her long legs on top of each other, places her chin on her hand and rests on the counter in front of you.

“Unlike you, I’m attractive. And unlike you, I’m not alone in a restaurant like this. I don’t know if you remember Yuki and Naomi, but they’re coming too, and then we’re going to party.”

Of course you can remember them. How could you forget her little minions who always jumped around her, as if she could give them eternal life?

“Not like you miserable little thing. Sitting here in your filthy clothes, all alone waiting for what exactly? That some ugly frog jumps in here you can kiss and who turns into a prince who won’t run away from you?” 

Her witch-like laugher is so loud in your ears that you would like to keep her mouth shut. It’s silly enough you’re really alone here now. Now that Honoka won’t come. Sighing, you try to stay calm, not to let her notice her words hurt you a bit. But at the same time, you’re trying to come up with something to make her look like the stupid goose she is. Just then, a flash hits your mind. A broad grin shapes your lips as you grab the man’s arm next to you and pull him to your side.

“I’m not alone here, my boyfriend and I are celebrating our anniversary today.”

Okay, you have to admit, that flash of inspiration was anything but a good idea. But before you said the words out loud, they sounded much better. However, when that stupid girl went somewhere else, you’ll apologize to the man and pay for his drink and food. Maybe you even pay for his food for an entire month here, because Taki’s look is hilarious.

With an open mouth, large eyes and a face that is twisted into an odd, angry grimace, she looks back and forth between the man and you. Nervously you look over at the man, who tries to get out of your grip with a gentle but slightly panicked movement. Barely visible, you shake your head, as if you want to make him understand what all this is about.

Now that you look up to him, you see that he’s a handsome man, like Osamu. He has curly hair that looks shimmering like silk, and his raven-black eyes are as dark as the black hole you could get lost in. Now, he looks grim. But who wouldn’t? The situation is anything but pleasant.

Atsumu is already about five minutes late. A lot can happen in five minutes. Especially in such a tiny, well-visited restaurant like this one. People cough or sneeze into their palms, do not use handkerchiefs and scatter their bacteria in the small room. They opened too rarely the door to air the room properly. He could get sick. Missing for weeks during the training, not being able to play important games. He would fall behind with his training and stand behind the others. He wants to improve more and more to be one of the strongest aces.

“Where’s that stupid stray?” he says quietly, now looking at the seat next to him, and at Osamu flirting as always with young pretty ladies.

If he could convert the pressure exerted by his fingers on the display of his mobile phone into hits, Atsumu would have some bruises tomorrow. Furiously, he types some words into his cell phone to ask Atsumu when he plans to finally come, now that he dragged him here. What did the blond one said to him? It would be good to loosen up. To relax and get out of his shell. Such nonsense. He gets sick here.

As soon as he has sent his message, he sees two blue hooks light up and signal that Atsumu has read his message. Just a few seconds later he sees the typing of the blonde-haired one.

>> Shit, that was today? Man… I forgot all about it. But I’m on my way. 5 minutes! << 

>> Don’t talk nonsense, you stray. I know you’re still in bed! You got five minutes. If you’re not here till then, I’m leaving! <<

>> yeah, yeah… See ya Omi-Omi. << Sakusa could hear the rolling of Atsumu’s eyes all over the store, if there weren’t these annoying loud voices of all these people around him.  

Actually, he could leave now. After all, Atsumu won’t be here in five minutes. If he gets the money for his drink, puts it on the counter and asks the lady next to him to give it to Osamu when he gets back, that shouldn’t be a problem. But he doesn’t come to pay when a small hand buries itself in the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not alone here, my boyfriend and I are celebrating our anniversary today.” Perplexed, he looks at you, stares at your face as panicky as your own gaze. Did you wash your hands? You look tidy, neat hair, the clothes are clean, just like your shoes. But he knows nothing about you. In the same way, he knows nothing about the nonsense you’re talking about. Your boyfriend? Anniversary? 

Sakusa doesn’t even know who you are. You could be a stalker, maybe. But he doesn’t have much time to ask, or to tear himself away from you, when another voice, a familiar voice, lets him look up and only a few seconds later he feels a cold, sticky drink on his clothed body.

“Kiyoomi? You? Her? You’re together with this... thing? I don’t believe it! You! You! Asshole!” She screams like a fury, grabs your dark red juice before it lands completely on the white shirt of the man next to you. Furious Taki stomps away, without looking again at you two. 

Oh damn, you think, look at the man with your mouth open as you let go of him abruptly. “Oh damn! Oh my God, I’m so terribly sorry! Oh oh, oh oh damn.” Hastily you reach over the counter to the stack of napkins, take a handful, before you take the liquid somehow from his shirt. But his hands stop you. 

“Get your hands off of me. Who do you think you are? And what is this all about?” Completely annoyed, he takes the napkins out of your hand, dabbing as good as possible the juice from his clothes.

The deep red coloration ruins his shirt. No, he will certainly get sick. He didn’t bring any change of clothes, either. Oh god, this day can’t get any worse. And it’s all because of Atsumu, that stupid idiot.

“Damn it, I’m so sorry, ah, it was just a stupid idea. I ah, this woman used to go to school with me, and she was so mean back then. I think I just wanted to get rid of her quickly.” And maybe make her a little jealous that you were invited to dinner by your fake boyfriend, and she’s just here with her two little minions.

“That was so silly of me. Oh god I hope that wasn’t your girlfriend and I hope I didn’t destroy your relationship. I’m so sorry!” 

You seem really sorrowful. Sakusa can see it in your eyes, by your lower lip, which quivers a bit. You look at him like a wet little puppy with your big eyes. Sparkling, they beg him for forgiveness.

“That was indeed stupid and inappropriate. And I’m not pleased, but I accept your apology.” He says something absent mindedly, while his gaze sweeps past you to the young woman, who furiously struts out of the shop.

“I know I don’t have to tell you, but you didn’t break a relationship. That woman over there is not my girlfriend. More like a very pushy fan.” 

First you think about what he wants to say to you with his words. Don’t quite understand why she should be a fan of him. But while your head is still processing all this information and trying to sort out the man, you realize it. The man with his raven-black eyes was not unknown. The entire time your thoughts were with the two Miya brothers, that you didn’t even notice one of the biggest volleyball aces sitting next to you. Sakusa Kiyoomi. 

God, you’d like to sink into the ground. Not only had you made sure that a man who was a complete stranger was getting juice on his clothes because of you. You had made sure that he, the Sakusa Kiyoomi, got a juice on his shirt and even worse, you declared him as your boyfriend.

When you realize all this, your eyes become large and you want to open your mouth, apologize to him once again, but his words cut off yours. 

“Have you noticed now? People only have eyes for the Miya brothers or the little titan Hinata. That’s just fine with me. However, this woman from earlier, so this fan, she was in all our games and really persecuted me. Always wanted to invite me to dinner and go out with me. Atsumu would have responded to her offer right after three seconds. He would say yes to any girl. But I don’t want any pushy fans. So I told her I was gay and not into women and she should leave me alone. Also, a little white lie, like yours before. Too bad we lied to the same person.” He murmurs, still absent-mindedly. 

“Are you such a weird fan, too? Are you from the press? Did you do this on purpose so I could get sick and not play volleyball? Or are you telling me this is really just a coincidence? Say it.” 

His words become more and more incomprehensible, hasty. You don’t understand him anymore, but that’s not important right now. You’re still way too embarrassed about what you just did to put him in such a position.

Still, you have to avoid the gloating that comes up in you, because you can’t help but find it funny that the girl who has always teased you yearn for the attention of the big volleyball ace Sakusa. Even better, he finds her intrusive and unpleasant. Yet you’re not much better. After all, you forced yourself on him in a less pretty way.

“Me? So I’m not a fan. At least not an extremely big fan. Now and then I’ve seen your games, but I don’t know all your names, for example. I’m not from the press either, and oh god, I hadn’t done all this, if I would have known that she’d pour my cranberry juice all over your shirt. I’m really sorry. You know, I could go to a clothing store and buy you a fresh shirt so you can change here in the toilets and not get sick. What’s your dress size?”

Sakusa must admit that his question was probably unnecessary. Because if you had been a big fan, you would have recognized him directly and would probably not be so relaxed in your conversation. But to buy him new clothes? His ego is far too big to let a stranger buy him a shirt. Especially if you want to pay for it yourself.

The way home won’t take Sakusa long. Besides, he’s here by car. If he goes now, he might even get the stains out of his shirt. Sighing, he gets up from his seat, puts the now drenched handkerchiefs on the counter, before looking into your puzzled face.

“I don’t need new clothes bought from a stranger, just to make you feel better. It’s fine I-” 

“Kiyoomi, what happened to you?” Osamu, who is just coming out of the kitchen to pass on some new portions to his servers, interrupts him. Visibly annoyed, he rolls his eyes, looks at the seemingly more friendly Miya brother, before he gets money out of his bag, and puts it on the table.

“Nothing, I’m all soaked. Isn’t it obvious?” 

“Easy, easy, hold on. I’ll get one of my spare shirts for you. You can’t go out like this.” Saying this, he leaves as fast as he has come. Even if you hear all the chatting of the surrounding people, you feel like the silence between Sakusa and you is unpleasant. So you’re more than relieved when you hear the kitchen door and see Osamu with a folded shirt in his hands. 

Casually he throws a dark long-sleeved shirt over to Sakusa. He catches it, but he is sceptical. Patterned, he folds it apart, turns it in all directions, smells it before looking at the other man again.

“When did you wash it? What kind of detergent? And do you wash your clothes with towels and kitchen towels? Or do you separate them?”

It was typical of him to ask so many questions. Especially when it came to the purity of certain things. Laughing, Osamu twisted his arms, took the money from the counter, and shook his head.

“Typical for you, what? It is freshly washed. Got it out of the laundry this morning. The detergent is what you once recommended and no, I’m not throwing in my hand and kitchen towels together with clothes. I wash them separately.”

Almost relieved, Sakusa nods. Glances at you before he walks past you to the men’s toilets and changes. He should never have gone along with Atsumu’s stupid suggestion. Especially since the blonde one is still not here. Slightly upset, he unbuttons his shirt, shoves it over his head, and folds it as small as possible.

His undershirt also took a few drops of juice, but his skin is dry. So he also pulls the soft cotton fabric from his body before he slides the long sleeve shirt of Osamu above his body. It is a little too small for him, but it should be enough for the way to his car. 

“What a charade…” He hisses grumpily as he goes out. With the two clothes in his left hand, he enters the room again full of people. 

Unremarkable, he wants to sneak past you to the exit, wants to get back into his familiar surroundings as soon as possible, but you don’t make it easy for him. Then the moment he passes you, he hears your soft voice. 

“Hey, wait a minute! Eh…” Hastily you look around, grab again behind the counter to catch a pen and a leaf of paper and scribble something up there. Sakusa has to admit that you are quite amusing. A little awkward, but he’s sure there’s a friendly person in you. But he doesn’t really care.

“Here, this is my cell number. Just take it! Please write to me how much the cleaning costs. I… I’ll take the money to the store, and you can pick it up at the store owner. I mean… It looks like Osamu and you knew each other well. Is that, is that okay?” 

Like a few minutes ago, you look at him with your puppy-like eyes. Stretch your hands with the paper towards him, but this time you make sure to keep the distance from him. A distance that is pleasant for him. You really are kind. 

“You’re not gonna say no, anyway. Am I right?” 

“Yes, you’re right!” You nod energetically, just feel the note slipping out of your hand and see Sakusa stuffing it into his pocket. Barely audibly he murmurs, “See you then.” to walk past you to the exit, leaving you alone.

You can understand why Taki finds him so interesting, why she kept her attention up to him. There’s something mysterious about this guy. Besides, he doesn’t even look so bad. But enough about that. After all, you probably won’t even see him again. Just as you are also sure that he will not write to you. Still, there’s a bit of hope in you.

Without ordering food, you pay for your drink and leave the restaurant to go home and talk to Honoka about your interesting day.

It takes less than two minutes for the phone to vibrate in his pocket. With a frowning forehead, Sakusa reads the name on the display before picking up the call.

“Atsumu, what do you want...?” 

“What I want? How about an explanation? Why aren’t you in Osamu’s shop? I ran the complete way to the store for nothing.” Complains Atsumu on the other line. 

Sakusa can hear his whining loudly in his ears, turns down the volume a bit before he tells Atsumu about his adventurous story and points out often enough that everything is only Atsumu’s fault.

“Wha- Don’t give me that shit, Omi-Omi! You’re kidding. Was that girl pretty?”

“What difference does it make? But yeah, she was pretty to look at. A caliber you won’t get, Atsumu. She’s too good for you, so you won’t get her number.” Thoughtfully he gets out the note with your mobile number. Pats his thumb over the tiny figures and the hastily written name, which is probably yours, before dropping the slip of paper on the dresser next to his wardrobe.

He won’t write or call you. Even if you were pretty and your personality did not seem to be bad after all. But why would he simply write to a stranger like that?

“Woa, woa, woa wait! You have her cell number? Have you invited her on a second date?” 

“Idiot. Of course I didn’t write to her. She’s a complete stranger! Besides, that would be our first date. This cruel meeting today was anything but nice.”

“Ah, what nonsense. I told you to relax. If she gave you her number, that must mean something. After all, we all know you and how you feel when something happens that you don’t like. We need to talk a little more about your unknown lady at practice tomorrow.” 

Sakusa’s eyebrow twitches because of the fake blonde’s words. This guy really only thinks about women. He still babbles his ear full, doesn’t notice how Sakusa takes the phone down and pushes the red button in the middle of the display to end the conversation.

Two weeks pass in which Atsumu continuously questioned Sakusa. After a week even Bokuto and Hinata got in and wanted to know from the black-haired one why he waits so long. 

Yet, no matter how many times he enters his house after training, he glances at the little note while he takes off his shoes. He won’t call you. No matter how many times he has to think about this bizarre meeting, he won’t pick up his phone to contact you.

You, too, spend your two weeks as before. Talk to Honoka about Sakusa and the Miya brothers for hours. You find yourself watching a few of his volleyball games, studying him carefully during the repetitions. And even though you knew, you’re sad that he didn’t write to you. But you won’t sit at home moping. After all, today is your day off.

With the sun pounding on your skin, you sit in the park, listening to the birds singing and enjoying the rustling of the leaves, with every little breeze. Only a few people are on their way to work. Now and then you hear the high-heeled shoes of women who try to balance on the small cobblestones without stumbling. 

It’s just a pity that your hunger keeps you from all the harmony and you only find yourself in a noisy alley a few minutes later. Unconsciously, your legs had carried you to the store where you had the interesting encounter two weeks ago.

You’re late, but even at this hour the place is well filled. Looking for a free seat, you ask a server if there is still a seat available for one person. Funnily enough, the same place is free as the last time. You head towards it and sit down with an embarrassed expression.

If Osamu can remember you? Probably not, after all, he sees hundreds of faces every day. Yet, you sit down, waiting with an expectant smile for the friendly looking man, who steps out of the kitchen after a short time with a few orders.

Just as he wants to go back to the kitchen, he sees you. Places his hand casually behind his neck and comes to you with a smooth laugh. “Well, that’s a thing, so you meet each other today? Or is it a coincidence that you are here today of all days?” 

So he seems to remember you after all. Well, how could he forget about what happened, because you’ve caused quite a stir. But his words make you wonder. What meeting is he talking about? You think through all the contacts you wrote to. Wondering if you might have forgotten a meeting, a date, when a man from the side approaches you.

“Wait, are you the cranberry girl?” Gets you a voice out of your thoughts. 

Your thoughtful gaze sweeps over to the voice, but moves abruptly back and forth between the shopkeeper and the man next to you. Osamu and… another Osamu? 

No, they just look alike. Osamu had greyish eyes, the man next to you had brown eyes. Their facial features are similar, but the man next to you had blond hair. This must be his twin brother, Miya Atsumu.

Your chin drops. Puzzled, you look at them and don’t know what to say. The cranberry girl, huh? Did Sakusa tell him about you? Seems you’re quite popular now. “Well… Maybe, I think so. Yeah hm, that’s a pretty good description.” You stutter embarrassingly, notice how your face gains warmth and how you play with your fingers restlessly.

“I can’t believe it. That’s awesome! That must be a sign, don’t you think, Samu?”

Like a little kid who gets his favorite ice cream for free of the ice cream stand, he looks at you. Excited and full of anticipation. His brother nods in agreement.

“Look, I don’t know your name, but Omi-omi was right, you’re a real cutie. Speaking of our little Germanophobe, he should be here any minute. I’ll leave now, and you’ll act like you never saw me here and this conversation never happened. Let’s help Omi-Omi with his luck! Ah, I’m such a good friend.”

Even if you can’t quite follow him, you nod and continue to listen to him praising himself before he grabs his jacket and pat you on the back.

“See ya!”

“Oi airhead! Pay for your food!” But Osamu’s loud voice reaches only Atsumu’s middle finger, which he holds up to his brother and leaves the shop. That’s the way it is among brothers.

“Here’s a sour cranberry juice for the sweet lady.” As if he knew you would order the juice again, he smiles mischievously as he puts the glass in front of you and winks before he goes into the kitchen. This time you also start drinking directly, let the cold drink run down your throat and close your eyes.

“So you’re such a weird stalker, aren’t you?” Directly you open your eyes, look to the side and see Sakusa standing just a blink of an eye away from you. You startle so much that you swallow on your drink and start coughing.

“Oh sorry, try to breathe.” Sakusa says calm, his voice is deep while he gently pats your back constantly.

“And you? Were... you trying... to kill me? Besides, I was here... before you.” You’re still coughing, trying to get some air back. With the mask on his face, you almost didn’t recognize him, but his deep eyes had revealed him.

“Did Atsumu call you here? He must have grabbed your number on my dresser.” 

“My number? You still have it?” 

Sometimes he gets annoyed that he says his thoughts out loud, as he does now. He could have just ended the conversation, turned to his cell phone, and called this stray to ask him why he’s still not here, but Sakusa’s eyes remain on yours.

He notices his body getting warmer, like someone in this room turned on the heater. He had recognized you directly, this hair and those pretty eyes that had looked into the void, before closing while you were sipping on the straw to drink your juice. And although Sakusa wanted to meet with Atsumu here, he hadn’t thought of his friend and teammate for a second for the moment he had seen you. 

Your number is still in the same place he left it two weeks ago. Still, a part of him did not want to throw away the note. Maybe because this wasn’t a bizarre coincidence? It can’t be a coincidence that he sees you here again. But he doesn’t have time for any new acquaintances.

“I have not yet put the shirt in the cleaning, so I kept the note with your number.” He lies because he threw the shirt away long ago. Obviously a stupid lie, because you’re looking at him untrustworthy.

“You? The man who is known in public for his neat hygiene, had a soaked shirt in his laundry basket for two weeks?”

“That’s right, a stupid lie.” For the first time he smiles, is glad that his mask covers his mouth. You still look at him expectantly, as if you were waiting for a correct answer.

“I guess I just keep forgetting.” You only hear him quietly, because he is already looking forward into the kitchen, where he sees Osamu, waves to him, as he comes out of the kitchen again with an almost conspiratorial look.

“And do you have to borrow a shirt from me again today, or do you two manage it this time without getting soaked?”

“Funny… What about your brother? Isn’t he coming?” 

“Na, he was here a few hours ago and left with some girl. Such a pretty little one. Exactly his type, actually.” He lies, and unlike Sakusa’s lie, it is credible. Because Sakusa only clicks with his tongue, puts his hands in his pockets and grumbles some words. That this was already to be expected. And that Atsumu could at least write him a message that he doesn’t need not come to the store.

Sakusa really don’t seem to enjoy being around people. Yet you don’t want him to go straight home now, and before you can hold back your words, they flow out of your mouth. “Eh, could I get two servings of the tastiest Onigiri here for S-Sakusa and me?”

You stutter and look over at Osamu, who smiles at you kindly. From the corner of your eye you can see the surprised look of the curly head next to you. But an invitation to dinner is the least you can offer for your faux pas from last time. Besides, you enjoy his company. Not because he’s a famous, handsome man. No, because there’s something about him that makes you act like a toddler.

“Hey, what are you doing? I don’t need an invitation to dinner.”

“Yeah, I know that, but… You didn’t want to take my part with the cleaning costs, and your shirt looked expensive… Just take it as an apology for everything that happened last time. You don’t have to talk to me. You can eat your food somewhere else, but take it, okay?”

Your words are honest, accompanied by a touch of worry that he can’t quite relate to. He doesn’t like you inviting him, but Osamu’s already gone to the kitchen. In the end, he can still be the first to put the money on the table and thus prevent you from paying both portions. At first he thought you were really one of those weird fans, but he is more and more aware that behind your pretty facade is also a pretty person.

“Don’t talk, huh? I prefer not to talk while eating. But the food takes about 15 minutes. So, what drove you here a second time?” Actually, Sakusa would turn around, wait for the food, quietly, just for himself. Then he would eat his portion, pay and go straight home. Never would he get the idea to talk to a stranger. And to get this conversation going on its own. So why now? Is it because of you? The smile you give him he can’t look away from? 

You tell him about your day, that you actually only came by because you were hungry and before you know it, your conversations become deeper, exciting and interesting. You forget how quickly fifteen minutes can pass in the company of friendly people, that sometimes they feel like a few seconds as Osamu stands with the food in front of you and puts it on the counter.

He says nothing, just smiles proudly, almost as if he’s happy for his brother’s buddy. Because it doesn’t even seem to bother him when you laugh at one of his school stories and slap him on the shoulder. After you apologize directly to him, he pulls his mask down a bit and reveals his thin smile as a gentle “it’s fine” leaves his lips.

As mentioned by Sakusa, he likes to eat in silence. And although you were sad when the food came, that you were no longer talking, that only the talk of the surrounding people is to be heard, you know that after the food your conversation will not be over.

As already written all over the Internet, the food is delicious here. You can’t help but make a sigh of satisfaction when you first face the sweet plum filling of the Onigiri.

Sakusa likes how you spread your napkin on your lap to prevent something from the stuffing dripping on your clothes. But his focus is more on your expression. It’s kind of sweet how happy you are about such a simple dish. How you shrug your shoulders slightly and stretch your head backwards before turning to the next bite.

He also finds your reddish corner of the mouth sweet, in which a bit of plum jam has settled down, just like the rice grain, which sticks to your cheek. He should probably tell you, not that in the end you’re mad at him for letting you go home like that. Too late he realizes he has had his eyes on you for too long, because you look at him irritated.

“Is something wrong, Sakusa?”

“Eh no… you… you got a little rice grain there.” 

With his fingers, he points at his own mouth and cheek to signal you; you have some of your food stuck there. Embarrassed, you wipe it off your mouth with another napkin, getting upset about your own clumsiness. He must find you repulsive now. You can’t even eat right.

“T- Thank you.” You stutter quietly, then turn back to the food like him.

As soon as the empty plates stand in front of you, the glasses are only half full; you look at him again to ask him if he wants to go home now. After all, you don’t want to take any more of his precious time.

To your surprise, he refuses, instead ordering a fresh glass of water from a server and continuing the conversation you had before. Time passes faster than you wished, people walk out of the shop, come in until the “open” sign is set to “closed” and the staff only waits for the remaining guests to leave the restaurant.

Outside only the lanterns shine. The sun has set long ago. “I think we should go slowly.” Sakusa looks into the kitchen at Osamu, who has already cleaned all the utensils, and now folds his apron. If you’d known you’d be out here so long, you’d have packed a thicker jacket.

The black-haired man raises his hand to call a server to bring him the bill, takes out his wallet when your little hand lies on his. “I told you I’d invite you. Then let me pay for the food.”

You have hardly spoken your words when the unusually pleasant warmth leaves him again, and he can hear a quiet “I’m sorry” from your side.

“Consider it as compensation that I haven’t contacted you. Besides, I don’t like being invited by women.”

He hands the server a few banknotes over, gets up and puts on his jacket with a quiet “Fits like this, was again delicious”.

It is hopeless to continue discussing with him, or to give the server your money and give Sakusa’s money back to him. Yet, you’re still in his debt. 

“Do you want a ride home? It’s already late and dark. Besides, you’re dressed pretty thinly for the weather. You catch a cold on the way home.” 

“W-What? No, I definitely can’t accept that! I was sitting on a bench in the park earlier, which was probably dirty, and I don’t want to get your car dirty. Besides, I don’t live very far from here, I’ll walk.” 

“Don’t talk nonsense, you just get sick. Do you want that? Plus, my leather seats are easy to wash. But if you get pneumonia, it can turn out nasty or permanent damage. You’d just make me feel bad. So come on.”

It’s chilly outside, and maybe you’d have a slight cold the next day, but talking directly about pneumonia… That’s a Sakusa thing, isn’t it? 

Although you don’t want to bother him and tell him you’re willing to take the risk, different words come out of your mouth with the warm look he gives you before he puts on his mask.

“O-okay.” You say, playing with your fingers again, hoping he can’t hear your heart beating a few beats faster.

The ride in his car is relaxing. It smells pleasantly fresh in his car. Not after a fragrant tree that you hang in the car, but also not after disinfectant or sweat from his training clothes. His car music and the radio are off. You can see only a small city map on the display in the middle. From time to time, these traffic jams pass on nearby roads, but you can hear nothing more. Still, you’re not uncomfortable.

“We’ve been driving for almost ten minutes now, and you really wanted to go the way alone? You would probably need over half an hour at a fast pace. By the time you get home, you’re almost frozen.”

Like Sakusa, your gaze sweeps for a moment at the single-digit degree number behind his steering wheel. He was right that by the time you got home, you probably would have trembled and had to take a hot bath. He was also right that it would have taken you long to get home. But with the shortcut you know, you’d be home in a little under half an hour.

“In addition… Women shouldn’t walk through the city alone at this hour. Not to mention… If they’re as pretty as you.”

You feel his gentle words warm your cheeks, your heart vibrates loudly in your ears as you look at him with huge eyes.

“Is this your house?” He then asks, parks the car at the sidewalk. The light on the driver’s side automatically turns on, illuminating your glowing face as well, so you quickly turn away from him and look at the house.

“Yes, yes! That’s my home.” 

Your voice is unusually high. And if he had seen it right, your cheeks were filled with more color than before. Did you catch a slight cold on your way to the car? “You should measure your fever when you’re home. You look feverish to me.”

Your gaze is still turned away from him as you nod hastily and slap your cheeks with a loud clap with your palm. Quickly you turn to him, the cheeks even darker than before. 

“Where are my manners? Thanks for bringing me home, Sakusa. That really wouldn’t have been necessary. I had a nice evening with you and… If you want me to pay for the cleaning for your shirt, which is still in your laundry basket, then you have my number! Thanks again and see you soon. Or not. Well, that’s up to you because you have my number. I- I should go. Good night and come home safe!”

Even before he can give you an answer, you get out of the car, close the door quietly in order not to damage it and shake your head. “God, you’re such a jerk. What should this stumble at the end? Thank you and see you soon or not? How embarrassing…”

Sakusa has to smile. He is sure that your words were meant only for you, but you are still standing right next to his car, almost impossible not to hear your words. You really are an interesting woman. Clumsy but kind and not pushy.

He waits for a while, watching your shape get smaller and smaller until you disappear behind a big white door before he also drives home.

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With a loud bang, you slam your front door shut, lean against it and sink to the ground with a loud scream of despair. “Oh god, that was embarrassing!”

You’re pretty sure that you can’t go to this Miya Onigiri store ever again. After your previous appearance, Sakusa will do anything to avoid seeing you again. A prick stings in your chest, with the thought of seeing his face only on TV. But he’s a famous handsome man. He wouldn’t have been interested in you, anyway. All this was probably just like that, to not get a negative rating, if you would be from the press.

Although it was pleasantly warm in his car, you take a hot shower. Let the water splash over your body and enjoy the scent of your pine-scented shower gel. With blown-out hair, creamed skin and your fine silk pajamas, you sit on your sofa for a while, turn on the TV and want to watch an episode of your favorite series before you finally fall into bed. But just when you want to turn on the episode, you hear your phone vibrating on the table.

You’re sure it’s Honoka who wants to talk to you on the phone, but still your heart beats wildly. A tiny part of you hopes it’s not Honoka. And when you pick up your phone and look at the message that pops up on your screen, at the number that you don’t know because you don’t have it saved, you feel like your heart is slipping into your pants.

>> Maybe the next time we see each other, you won’t order cranberry juice. It doesn’t seem good for my clothes or your health. Assuming you’d like a next time. Kiyoomi <<

Like a teenager, you squeeze your phone against your chest, wiggle your legs wildly in the air and read the message several times. Should you answer him now? No, he probably thinks you don’t have a real life and do nothing but sit on your phone. But it’s late. Maybe if you wait too long, he’ll think you’re not alone.

Anyway, far too excited you try to form an answer with shaky hands, start anew several times until you finally press send.

>> Hello Sakusa! Sounds like a good idea. Perhaps a simple water or a warm coffee is better? I’d be free this weekend. <<

When you send it, you punch your hand against your forehead. Next weekend is in just a few days. He perhaps thinks you’re a crazy girl who can’t wait to see him again. That was way too fast. It would have been better in two or three weeks. Before you can write him a new message that you were wrong at the weekend, your phone in your hand vibrates again and a wide smile spreads over your entire face. Your heart pounding happily.

>> That sounds good. I’ll pick you up at your place at 4 pm on Sunday. I look forward to it and… call me Kiyoomi. Sleep well. <<

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Shoved it in yo' face - masterlist

summary: You don't like skaters. They're unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining special thanks: my dear wifey​ because all I've been doing for the past month or so is watching skating videos (love you lots); @vanille--kiss for brainstorming sessions with me, love you so much; @miki-snake for some skating advice and technicalities, I love you baby a/n: This was supposed to be a one shot. But as it started growing... I decided to turn it into a few bite-sized chapters. Hope you enjoy! Art in the banner by me. status: completed Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt "Meet Ugly". Check the event's masterlist here!

Chapters:

I. Grind II. Ollie III. Kickflip IV. Boardslide V. Pop Shuvit

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Shoved it: chapter I - Grind

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I'm eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | next wc: 1.4k

Books. You love everything about them - the scent of the ink, the feeling and texture of paper under the pads of your fingers, the sound of pages being turned, the way how 26 letters bloom as a whole new world in your mind.

It’s a beautiful spring day, one that carries the warmth of sunshine and scent of freshly revived greenery in the air. Birds are chirping sweet love songs, you’re wearing your favourite flowy dress, gentle breeze makes the short stray strands that slipped from your bun tickle your nape.

On a day like this, it’s extra hard not to bury your nose in the tome you carry around these days. Technically, you know you should pay attention to your surroundings, especially when you’re walking and not sitting on the bench, but it’s just getting to the good part, where the thief prince is about to steal a kiss (and a heart) of the princess and -

Huh?

It’s a beautiful spring day, the sun is finally out, no sight of rain clouds, no school today, absolute freedom. Which is why Suna Rintarou is rushing to the park, using his worn skateboard for the first time this year. He surely hopes he hasn’t gotten rusty with the break, but damn does it feel good.

The wind is ruffling his bangs that stick out from underneath his beanie, and it makes him want to go faster, faster, and maybe, just maybe, he might be able to fly. Or at least jump really well. So he pushes again and again, despite moving at a decent speed already.

There are stairs nearby, and Rin feels today is the day he beats his record at how far he can land. He’s approaching it fast, the top is right there, he can see it, so he pops the board and then shoves it, his ankle at a perfect angle, and shit, if it ain’t the perfect pop shuvit, and fuck, he’s middle air and knows he’s gonna fuck it up.

Because at the bottom, right where he predicts he’ll land, there’s you. A cute girl, with her hair and dress flowing with the wind, eyes trained on a book in her hands, and she doesn’t even see him.

Which is why he crashes with you, having enough mind clarity to push his board in another direction and cover the back of your head with his hand, before he falls on top of you on the pavement. You blink at him with a confusion clear in your gaze, almost as if you don’t know where you are. He smirks at you lazily, and in his most seductive voice lets out a,

“Hi.”

You still look at him with those huge doe eyes, like a little lost lamb, and he would love to sink his teeth in your flesh like a big bad fox. The boy opts for helping you up, instead. He can do that other thing some other time. As you shake off the dirt from your dress, he opens his mouth to say something more, but he’s met with

“What the hell?! That was dangerous! You could have hurt somebody! Have you thought about it? This is a public place, you… you… you punk!”

He’s staring at you dumbfounded, surprised at your sudden outburst. Definitely not what he expected after protecting you from the impact, and definitely not after presenting you his best smirk, the one that has every girl swooning. Suna shakes off his haze when you reach the top of the stairs, and mumbles at the sudden realisation.

“But… I’m not a punk?”

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You’re running. Your feet hurt, lungs burn, and you don’t really see where you are or where you’re headed, but it’s better than getting caught by palace watchmen. The hand around your wrist has a tight grip, as you’re dragged through narrow dark alleys. Suddenly, the man in front pulls you behind a corner, his arm wrapped around your waist, both your chests heaving against each other.

“Are you okay, Princess?” He asks, voice still a little breathy from the exercise, and you nod. “I think the guards are gone now.”

“Are you the Prince of the Thieves?” His smirk grows wide in the shadows.

“I did steal you from the palace, did I not?” His face is coming dangerously close, olive eyes boring into yours. “If you’re not careful, I might steal your heart as well.”

His breath is fanning over your lips as he whispers the last sentence, you part your mouth…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shit.

Wait, why did the Prince have the face of that punk?

***

Luckily the bus you take to school isn’t crowded. You squeezed yourself into a window seat with earphones completely sealing you off from the surroundings. Hopefully upbeat music will be enough of the distraction from the weird dream. Hopefully.

Relaxed, you close your eyes and sing along in your mind, tapping the rhythm on your thigh. You let your mind wander, as you imagine yourself dancing to the song, feeling the endorphins pump through your veins.

Until an image of those greyish-yellow eyes glinting in the darkness flash in your head.

Well, shit.

***

If there was any hope of relief from being haunted by that intense gaze at school, it’s gone now. As a top student you were always focused on lessons, always ready with an answer for any question; but today it’s completely the opposite.

First, you somehow managed to forget a basic algebraic formula. While solving a problem on the board. The class was shocked, the teacher was not impressed, you were embarrassed… Still feeling the heat of shame hours later.

Then you completely spaced out, forcing the English teacher to repeat your name over and over, telling you to continue reading a text. And you didn’t even know which part you should continue from.

After that came chemistry, and you nearly blew up the lab after messing up the proportions of ingredients. Why were you so affected by some punk you didn’t even know? Why were you seeing those damn eyes everywhere? Even in the cafeteria, at the table across from yours, that boy also has those eyes.

Wait, no. Oh no.

You’re staring at him unabashedly, silently praying to be wrong, waiting for something, anything, to prove that it’s not the person from the park. It doesn’t come, but the heavens curse you instead.

In a slow motion you observe how his eyes meet yours, and as if it wasn’t bad enough, he smirks. You make off the cafeteria so quickly, that you nearly trip over your own two feet. Seriously, what did you even do to deserve this punishment?

It’s Monday again, and Suna would rather stay at home and sleep. But he has to show up to class, so he reluctantly crawls out of the bed, throws on his uniform, and after brushing his teeth leaves the house. It’s such a drag, honestly. Nothing interesting ever happens.

Rintarou nearly dozes off on the bus, the steady hum of the engine and gentle rocking serving as a lullaby. But he can’t sleep, he can’t miss the stop and be late again. So he forces himself to watch the monotonous scenery on the other side of the window.

As predicted, the day goes by slowly. There’s nothing amusing about listening to those old peoples’ rambling on subjects nobody even cares for. Like hell he’s gonna need inorganic chemistry or classical Japanese. So Rin is sitting at his desk, chin in the palm, thinking how it’s a waste of perfectly fine weather for skating.

Finally, the lunch break comes and he drags his feet behind Miya twins to the cafeteria. It’s not his favourite place, it’s crowded and loud, but his buddies fighting over food makes it worth the hassle. They’re doing this right now, Osamu trying to steal his brother’s onigiri, while Atsumu attempts to poke the other boy’s hands with chopsticks.

Suddenly Rin feels somebody’s intense gaze. It’s not like he’s not used to it, girls usually stare at them lovingly, but this feels different. Curious, he glances in the direction he thinks it comes from and sees… you; barely aware of the smirk curling his lips. But then you run off, probably flushed. That must be it, right?

Suna feels like he hit a jackpot.

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Shoved it: chapter II - Ollie

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I’m eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.5k

It’s a nightmare. Everything must be just a bad dream, and soon you’re going to wake up. No more invading your sleep. No more being watched and followed through the halls. No more running, no more hiding, no more irritation.

But here’s the thing - it’s reality. And the Prince Charming from your nightly illusions still has those half-lidded olive eyes; the same eyes that meet yours at school and observe your every move. He’s everywhere you go, behind every corner, on every floor. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was in your closet.

Obviously it’s an exaggeration. While it’s true that you notice him more often than not, he’s also much taller than other students. His little circle of friends consists of really handsome boys, causing a commotion and squealing of the girls surrounding them. But, much to your dismay, he notices you just as much.

@mikYou know people like him. You know boys like him. Misbehaved jerks, thinking the world revolves around them and rules are meant to be broken; convinced that one smile is enough to make any girl fall in love with them, only to break their heart. But you, you’re not a part of this world, you refuse to be, and you want nothing to do with him.

Unfortunately, the stalker (as you like to call him) not only dares to smile and wink at you, but tries to approach you. So far you’ve managed to avoid him, spotting his messy brown hair towering over swarming students. This time, however, you failed to notice until it was too late. Until he had you trapped between his arms, your back against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing, punk?!” You spit in his face, earning a tsk from the boy.

“Do I look like a punk to you?”

You want to retort, you really do, but the intensity of his gaze makes you open and close your mouth, like a fish thrown out of the ocean.

“Suna.”

“What?”

“I figured you didn’t know my name. Suna Rintarou.”

“I didn’t ask.”

He doesn’t know why you seem to hate him so much and it drives him mad. At first, Suna only wanted to really apologise for the incident, his conscience still clawing at him. Somewhere along the way it shifted into something more mischievous; seeing you blush and making a run for it giving him a fair amount of entertainment.

Initially you manage to win this game of cat and mouse, your average height being your biggest ally in hiding in the crowd. It certainly doesn’t help that other students tend to concentrate around him, and you’re long gone before he even scrambles out of the group. But he never misses the heat blossoming on your cheeks when he sends a wink in your direction.

Today might be Rin’s lucky day though. Most of the other teenagers are already gone, the halls pleasantly quiet and empty. You’re walking in front of him alone, and he’s sure you aren’t aware of the boy behind you.

He’s never been so grateful for his silent footsteps, or maybe you’re just too spaced out, because he sneaks up on you and pins you to the wall. Once more you look up at him with those big shiny eyes that make his stomach feel tingly, and maybe this time you’ll let him get closer…

Again, all he’s offered is baseless hostility, even in exchange for his name. You’re slipping through his fingers, at one moment being trapped between his arms, between his body and the wall, and in the next walking away. Not bothering to introduce yourself. Not sparing him even a glance.

***

Suna has another problem and this one is more urgent - he’s failing a class. In a sense, it’s his own fault for being late or even completely missing it. In his defense, it was in the morning, it was boring and unnecessary in his life, and he had so much other stuff to do. He can’t let it hold him back, not when he’s so close to being free.

The teacher was kind enough to give him a piece of paper containing the name and available hours of his potential saviour. Such a drag, he thinks but still walks towards the classroom where his tutor should be. Two knocks on the doorframe, but the girl inside is still turned back.

“Excuse me, I’m here for tutoring?”

His heart is hammering in his chest when the person turns towards him and it’s… you.

The weather is nice, it’s not hot despite the sun shining brightly, the cloudless sky has the most beautiful shade of blue. Gentle breeze rustles the leaves, birds chirp a song only they know. You can only admire it all from the window, having agreed to rescuing those in educational need.

You don’t mind, not really, as long as they put in some effort. There are some who just come and demand, those who don’t listen and claim to not understand anything later. You hope your next case won’t be one of these.

A deep voice brings you back to reality, a voice so familiar that it gives you goosebumps. You turn to look at your new student and for a second you think that if a headache had a human form, it would be him.

***

“Why do you hate me so much?”

The boy in front of you still stares at the problem at hand, spinning a pen between his fingers. You sigh.

“This is not a subject of our meetings.”

Now his olive eyes are focused on you, awaiting an answer he isn’t going to receive. You have no intention of entertaining this attempt at whatever it is.

“I’m not as bad as you think.”

“Why do you even care what I think?”

Rin only shrugs.

“Okay, could you please help me with this? I’m stuck.”

***

Contrary to your idea, Suna isn’t a hopeless case. He understands things quickly, without the need of repeating the same explanations over and over again. What bothers you is the amount of material you have to go through, because of his absences. With test retakes approaching quickly, you meet for sessions twice a week.

There isn’t much off-topic chatter, the scribbling of pen on paper being the only sound filling the room in between his questions. It’s comfortable and effective, and soon you feel at ease in his company.

In the third week of project “Ace the test”, as you jokingly call it, Rintarou greets you with a range of differently flavoured jelly sticks.

“You can take all of them, or just the ones you like.” He explains seeing your confusion.

“Why?”

“Because you’re staying after hours for me, and I don’t know how to repay you.”

You blush as you mumble “simple thank you would have been enough”, but in the end reach for three that taste like your favourite fruits. Suna smiles and commits your choice to his memory.

After that the boy makes sure to bring something in one of those flavours to your meetings - yoghurts, juices, chocolate bars with fillings, everything he could find. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t appreciate the gesture; it was sweet of him to bring you something as a compensation for your time and efforts.

It’s even cuter when on one particularly rough day after seeing your stressed frown, he dumps a whole bag on the desk. Upon opening you discover that it’s filled with your best-loved snacks; he must have been observing you closely and the realisation turns your cheeks into little furnaces.

There’s no way you can keep ignoring him now, and starting with the next day, you greet him with a small smile and a blush when you pass each other in the halls.

Rin is surprised at how easily the solutions come to his head after your little lectures. You have a way with words, your directions are simple and engaging, and he’s sure he wouldn’t have missed a single class if you were the teacher. He wonders if this is your plan for the future.

One of the discoveries he makes, partially by accident, is that you like silence; at least with a task like this at hand. Suna isn’t talkative which makes it easier, and the more he focuses on modules, the less tense you seem to be. Bingo.

Social interactions are usually tiring and Rintarou doesn’t bother with exhausting things. He prefers observing from the sidelines, watching the gestures and reactions they cause. Food, the boy realises, brings the most smiles. But since he doesn’t know your preferences at all, he’s going to start with what he’s familiar with.

Success has many faces. In this case, success has your blushing face as you grab jelly sticks he brought for you. Suna makes sure to remember which one you chose, and to always have something in one of those flavours. If this is how he wins you over, he doesn’t mind spending his precious energy. Especially not when you warm up enough to stop running away.

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Shoved it: chapter IV - Boardslide

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ you have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything that you do for me a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.5k

Maybe he shouldn’t have left like this, maybe he should have woken you up and told you to rest, or maybe he shouldn’t care at all, you were not even friends after all. The borrowed clothes he carries in his bag must weigh a ton, a slump of his shoulder more evident than ever.

Rin doesn’t really expect anything; he drags his feet to the bus, to the school building, through the halls, telling himself it’s not the tingling sensation on his hand where you touched him yesterday that kept him up all night.

He must be delirious from exhaustion, because he keeps hearing your voice calling his name - something you’ve never done, and most probably never will. But it’s a lunch break, and if he’s quick enough, he might have some time left for a nap. If those idiot twins let him, at least.

“Suna!” There’s a pull on his sleeve. “I finally caught you!”

You’re bent in half in front of him, hands on your knees and panting. But when you straighten up, he swears your smile is brighter than sunshine.

“Wow, even when you’re this sleepy, you sure walk fast! Must be because of your long legs!”

Is it that obvious that he’s so tired? Are you really talking to him right now, or is it just a somnolent illusion?

“Listen, I wanted to thank you. And apologise.”

“What for?”

“Thanks or apology?”

“Both.” His teasing smirk is back on his lips.

“Thank you for yesterday. For the food, for cleaning, for the blanket,” you blush at those words, “and for the note, too. And I’m sorry, because I wasn’t fair to you. I judged you before getting to know you.”

You’re not looking at him, your eyes directed at your feet, fingers fiddling with the hem of your jacket. God, you’re so adorable right now. Against his own will, as if his body knew better, Rintarou puts his palm on top of your head.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Hey, uhm… You want to eat together?”

It feels weird not being pursued. You’ve passed Suna a few times in the halls, but he didn’t seem to notice you. Not even once. He didn’t even react to his name, and at this point you’re ready to give up. Don’t, your mind tells you. Keep trying.

At last, by some miracle, you catch him alone at a lunch break. Even though the drag of his feet is obvious, the strides he makes are long enough to give you trouble catching up. It only succeeds when you jog a little, but it leaves you breathless. Wow, your form is really embarrassing.

So in the end he isn’t mad at you, he isn’t tired of you, he’s just… spaced out. The thought makes you giddy and you can’t help the words flowing off your tongue. All of a sudden you feel shy, images from the last evening flashing in your mind, and your face is on fire. You can’t look him in the eyes.

But Rintarou doesn’t seem to mind, there’s a lighthearted tone in his voice when he responds and he even pats your head. Wait, what? He’s already gone from your sight when you come to your senses, but still close enough to hear you.

“Hey, uhm… You want to eat together?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, why? Why did you say that? Suna freezes and looks back at you, blinks once, then twice, and smiles.

“Yeah, sure.”

***

Since then you’ve been keeping each other company at lunch from time to time. Most often you still eat in your friends’ group, but there are days with just the two of you, and these are your favourites. You sit in a comfortable silence on a schoolyard, either on one of the benches or on the grass under a tree.

Today however, you’re accompanied by Suna’s friends, the infamous twins, and it’s far from peaceful. They appeared out of nowhere, driven by curiosity of their friend’s whereabouts, not expecting the reason to be… a girl. The blond one seems to be particularly amused, and can’t keep his mouth shut.

“Oh? All alone in here? Just the two of you?”

Your embarrassment only instigates the other one.

“Hmm? Do you do this often?”

Brothers burst into laughter at the sight of Suna’s betrayed expression. They join without asking, making themselves comfortable in the shade of a tree. It’s loud, twins’ banter never ends, but you don’t mind. It’s refreshing and entertaining, and soon enough you laugh your head off at their antics.

“Oh, btw Sunarin,” Atsumu the ever enthusiastic one pipes up, “what was that super cool trick ya did recently?”

“Eh? You mean tre?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Can ya show me?”

His eyes blazed like fireworks, and Rin knows there is no way for him to weasel out of this.

“Can I… Can I tag along?”

All three snap their heads in your direction.

***

You’re gathered in a shady alley in a park - you on the bench, boys on the pathway. They’re warming up, just riding back and forth and then repeating some basics (as they tell you, because for you it all looks impressive) over and over, until they feel confident enough to move on.

At first Atsumu asks Suna to show the thing again, so he does, doing something with his feet as he jumps, and the board spins around before Rin lands on it. You have no idea what’s just happened, you have no idea how that happened, all you know is that it looked amazing.

Rin sees your eyes widen and freaks out. You’re watching him. You’re watching him. You’re going to witness his every move, every success, every fail, and he can’t help but feel frustrated. What if you think he’s lame? What if you laugh? What if you… Why does he even care?

“Okay guys,” he shifts his focus elsewhere, “so first you need your feet like this, focus on the one in the back. Pressure on toes, scooping position. Then you need to pop and shove the board with your backfoot. And you need to flick your ankle, too.”

The twins proceed to try, time after time, fail after fail. He just wants to sit next to you, leave those idiots behind instead of babysitting them. Maybe that’s exactly what he should do, maybe that’s what he’s going to do.

“Tired already?”

You ask Suna as he plops down next to you and hums in response. His feet are still on the board, rolling it mindlessly under the bench, and even though he still wears his usual disinterested expression, his eyes are sharply focused on the other two boys. Sometimes the corner of his lips curls up in a lopsided smirk, and eyes glint in amusement when one of them fails particularly hard.

“Yo, Romeo, some tips maybe?”

Atsumu’s frustrated groan brings your attention back to them and their attempts. His brother is doing better than him, and the blond hates losing. Especially to him. You blush furiously at the nickname.

“Nah, figure it out yourself.”

Suna looks bored for a moment, watching his friend fuming with offense, but then he laughs.

“You gotta stick your toes more out of the edge. And shift your weight to the back.”

Osamu gets it first. Few more landed tries and he joins you on the bench, stretching out his long legs. Atsumu still tries. And tries. And tries. Until it’s time for you to head home and boys insist on walking you to the bus stop.

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Today you’ve been unusually quiet. He knows that you don’t talk much, just like him, but today you seem to be lost in thoughts. Rin’s been keeping an eye on you throughout the day, watching your spaced out expression every time your face flashed among the students.

He’s worried - is it something he did? Maybe he should apologise just in case, but skimming through your conversations earlier, he can’t find anything. It’s also not like you seemed to be mad at him, never avoiding his presence, so perhaps he wasn’t the reason.

Maybe you’re facing a problem and trying to find a solution, but would you consider it overstepping if he offered help? He doesn’t want to pry if it’s personal, doesn’t want to poke his nose in your family affairs, doesn’t want to meddle if it’s about a crush.

So for now Rintarou just stays close, hoping that his presence would convey whatever his words can’t. He’s there for you even now, walking with you to the bus stop, and maybe it’s been working because you finally speak.

“Hey, Suna?”

“Hmm?”

Then come the words he thought he’d never hear from you.

“Would you… Teach me how to skate?”

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Shoved it: chapter V - Pop Shuvit

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ you have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything that you do for me a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! This is the last part - honestly it makes me kind of sad... Thank you so much for reading <3 series navi: masterlist | previous wc: 1.7k

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t know what to answer because yes, you do, but is it alright to admit it? You nod anyway and grab his hand, and Suna pulls you up to stand on a skateboard. In theory he keeps it steady with one foot on it, you still have your doubts though. Oh well, word has been said.

“Stand still. And relax.”

Easy to say when he proceeds to stand on the board too, and he’s so close, and he has an arm around your waist, and he looks so good in his ripped jeans and checkered flannel, and he smells so nice, and you can feel his warmth on your back…

“Ready?”

You shake your head but he only chuckles; his body shifts and yours follows due to the grip he has on your waist, and the board rolls slowly. It feels weird, a little bit scary, so you clutch his forearm, making him hold you tighter in response. He’s silent until your muscles relax a little against him.

“I’m gonna speed up a little.”

This time you’re not affected as much. You suppose it must be difficult to maneuver like this, when Suna has to take additional weight and cubature of a passenger into account. But he’s not complaining, and neither are you.

“Let’s try a bit of turning.”

“Okay.”

Somehow it’s not so scary anymore, it’s getting exciting. Every twist and turn of his body pulls you too, every tilt creates a wobbly curved shift. It’s so fun.

Hearing you giggle makes his cheeks flush. Rin tries to convince himself it’s because his passion is liked by one more person, but the truth is… he loves the sound. Just like he loves the scent of your hair, and the warmth of you being so close as he guides you. He loves it so much, too much, that he feels like needs a break.

***

“Okay, your turn.” Nice diversion, Rintarou. “To move forward, you need to push with the backfoot, you brake by placing your backfoot on the ground, and turn by shifting weight from your toes to your heels.”

“Could you uhm… hold my hand?”

The diversion went to hell. He reaches his hand out anyway, his heart doing somersaults when you place yours on top. You look so cute with this wide grin, shiny eyes and a tiny blush. Even more so when you’re focused and determined, like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

Right now, Rin doesn’t even mind running for you if it means not letting go of your hand, if it means seeing your face light up like this. His chest swells up with pride, it’s his hobby that brings you joy, it’s him who teaches you, and you’re riding visibly smoother and more confidently with every try.

“Suna?”

“Yeah?”

“When could we have lesson two?”

Oh god. He fell in love. Hard.

Back at home you can’t stop staring at your palm; the ghost of his touch still burns and tickles your skin. It’s incomprehensible why you did that, why you asked him to hold your hand. All you know is that you want to feel it again.

And maybe even more than that. You miss being close to him, the arm secured around your middle, the breath fanning your ear, his warmth, his scent, his voice… him. You miss him so much, despite seeing each other merely 2 hours ago.

Oh god. You fell in love. Hard.

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“Okay, ladies and gents, today ‘m gonna teach y’all to ollie!”

Atsumu, ever the showman, exclaims with hands on his hips even though it’s only you. You can't help but snort as Osamu facepalms, and Suna only raises a brow. This will be exhilarating.

“So first, ya gotta pop yer board like this, and then slide yer foot up, and then push it forward. Remember - pop and drag. And repeat.”

“On it, sensei!”

The blond is very pleased with your nickname - his grin is wider than ever, and eyes glint with more mischievousness than usual. He’s doing this exercise with you, to both keep you company and to display how it should be done.

“Don’t stroke his ego like that, or he’ll be even more insufferable.”

Osamu huffs, making his twin gasp in offence and roll away. Now you’re here alone with two spectators, great. What makes this situation even worse is their silence, which makes you spiral into thoughts. Are they not saying anything because you’re doing well? Or because it’s so bad? How long are you supposed to keep doing this?

“Now try doin’ it in one swift motion.” The silver haired boy speaks, his twin nowhere to be seen. “A think ya’ve done this enough.”

First few attempts make you lose your balance a little, with no time to stabilise yourself in the middle. But it gets easier with time, each sequence smoother than the last one, until both boys hum in appreciation.

“Oi, oi, oi, what are ya doin’ with ma student?!”

Atsumu is suddenly back, and he’s not pleased with someone taking over his role. His brother is quick to talk back.

“Then maybe ya should take care of her, ya scrub!”

“Well, well, ya seem to be doin’ well!” The blond decides to ignore the response. “Now try to jump.”

“What?”

“Jump, ya know… like this.”

You’re still standing there dumbfounded, not really understanding how this is supposed to work. Osamu tries to weigh in, but Suna stops him and says to just wait and watch. It’s horrible, it’s not working, you can’t even lift off the ground, not to mention land back on the board.

“How can ya not… It’s the simplest thing! Look, like… like this.”

Blond Miya gets irritated, the other two boys nearly fall from the bench from laughter. Osamu finally decides to save the day.

“Move, ya idiot.” He shoves his brother to the side. “Listen, when yer standing like this, ya jump and pop the board while in the air. Yer other foot slides up to level it, and then ya land.”

Oh, this makes so much more sense. You succeed on the second try, making Atsumu groan and others cry from laughing too hard.

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Rin is right next to you, in a secluded part of the park. The two of you are the only people around, which is both weird, because it’s such a warm day, and desirable, because at least you don’t bother anyone. And no one bothers you.

“Let’s start with the shove, yeah?” You nod. “First place your feet like this, stick your toes out a bit more, good. Now, you push the backfoot straight back, your frontfoot barely lifts off the board - that’s the key. Then the board makes an 180, and you land.”

He watches you try and fail, but it’s not like you make some serious mistakes, you just need to figure things out - how much force to use, how high to jump. So he starts mindlessly shoving his board around, staying close in case you need him.

Honestly he’s impressed with how quickly you’re able to learn, your eagerness and determination being a balm to his heart. He just wants to hug you, hold you close with his eyes shut, and breathe. Nothing more, just breathe.

In the meantime you managed to work out the part he had shown you - maybe it’s not perfect yet, but enough to step up your game. He tells you to do the same, but moving, a small but significant upgrade.

Suna has been watching you closely for a long while now, your skin burning wherever his eyes lingered. The alley you’ve been occupying is hidden in shade, but it does little to soothe the fire. You need a break, even if it’s for just 5 minutes.

Water bottle buried in the ground (not entirely, obviously) is pleasantly cool when you dig it out. You wish you could submerge yourself in it, maybe this would help. Thin streams of the liquid flow down your scorching skin, a contrast of feelings gives you goosebumps. Okay, you cheer yourself mentally, time to continue.

And you do, for the first hour landing on the ground instead of the board, having it upside down (how? It’s a mystery), or rotating it in weird angles. Rintarou is patient, observes your every move and offers suggestions that do help. Three hours later your efforts are deemed worthy of the next level.

“So now you have to combine that pop from the ollie with the shove, and you got it!”

“Easy to say…”

Rin laughs and goes to lie down on a grass, placing his backpack under his head, so he can still see you. You start moving, and call it instinct, call it intuition, one can even call it clairvoyance, but he already knows you’re going to fail.

He sees it all in slow motion, how you come close to where he is, how you flick your ankle and the board spins, but the angle is wrong, the pace of the rotation is wrong, everything seems wrong.

The least he can do is to minimise the harm; you’re right in front of him when you land awkwardly and tumble forward, right into his stretched arms. The impact makes him fall on his back with you on top, his arms secured around you.

“Oh god, Suna, I’m so sorry, I-”

You’re blushing like a tomato, your eyes widen in terror but you’re so damn adorable that his heart clenches painfully. He smiles as he brushes some loose strands off the way.

“You should watch where you’re going, could have hurt someone.”

It’s now or never.

His lips are so soft, you think before you even register why you can feel that. But when you realise… the time comes to a halt. The whole world ceases to exist, it’s just you and him, his arms embracing your figure, and his lips on yours. It only lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away and whispers

“...you punk.”

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Shoved it: chapter III - Kickflip

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I’m eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.7k

This is it, you think staring out the window. This is the last tutoring session. Something makes you sad about it, and as if the world tried to be sympathetic, it’d been raining since morning. Early afternoon brought thunders and a downpour so dense, it looked like a fog. You shift your gaze to refocus on the boy on the opposite side of the desk.

“So, ready for the big day?”

“I don’t think I’d be more ready, even if we sat for another week.” He shrugs.

“Time to go home, then.”

You lift from the chair and pack your things, and after a second he does the same. Even though it stopped raining some time ago, puddles are still lake sized and streets have yet to stop being rivers. You’re not really keen on leaving the school building, but it’s evening, your bus leaves soon, and you’re hungry.

“I’m gonna go on ahead.” You say before he can stop you.

This is it, he thinks after you disappear behind the door. He really wants it to last longer, to spend more time in a quiet empty classroom with you. A sigh leaves his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, looking around the dark room for the last time before locking it up.

There’s still at least an hour before his bus arrives, so Rin drags his feet to the lockers before switching to his street shoes and walking out of the building. Everything is flooded, and he sighs again, slumps his shoulders and shoves his hands into pockets. At least it’s not raining anymore.

Suna sees you still waiting at the stop and wonders if this is his chance. Maybe it’s a sign from heavens for him to speak to you, to be friends or maybe even ask you out. You’re focused on your phone, eyes not registering the approaching boy and the car, splashing fountains on its path.

Acting purely on instinct, he reaches you in a few long strides and pulls you away from the curb just in time. Luck isn’t on his side though, as the vehicle passes at the exact same moment, soaking him from head to toe.

“Well… fuck.”

Shocked; this is how you feel after realising what has just happened. The boy who has been pestering you for the past weeks, the one you did your utmost best to avoid, is standing right in front of you completely drenched. It would be you, if he didn’t react; it should have been you.

“Th-thank you.” You mutter while playing with the hem of your uniform. “Do you live far?”

“No, but I still have an hour before the bus arrives.”

Suna tries to wring the water from his uniform, but no matter how much he squeezes and twists, liquid still pours in thick streams. You try to suppress the urge to brush the wet hair stuck to his face and notice him shivering.

“Oh, uhh… My bus will be here in a moment, and” you feel the embarrassment heat up your cheeks, “I live 2 stops away, so you can come and dry yourself first. If you want, I mean.”

The weight of his stare is almost unbearable, but you miss the blush creeping up his neck and ears, not daring to look back. His voice is quiet and shaky, as he responds with

“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Rin still can’t believe he’s on the way to your house. Opting to stay by the door so as not to wet the whole floor he wishes the circumstances were different, and he wasn’t soaked to the bone, but he’s not picky. If this is what it takes to change your perspective, then so be it.

He sighs, as he runs his hand through sopping hair. Nervousness starts to get to him, words get lost in his head as his mind presses to say something, anything. Since when does he have trouble speaking to a girl?

For some reason his heart is pounding and palms are sweaty, though (he hopes) it might also be because of the incident. So for now, Suna opts to watch you stare at the passing landscapes, as if you were afraid to meet his eyes.

“This is our stop.” You finally say as the bus slows down.

***

Panic strikes when you enter home. Do you even have any clothes that would fit? There are some old sweats and t-shirts of your dad, but it’s difficult to say if the size is right. Not to mention that it’s the first time you invited a boy to your house, and your parents aren’t even here.

After leading him to a bathroom, you disappear in the storage room in search of something for Suna to change into. You grab some pants and t-shirt, and go back to him.

“You should take a hot shower, otherwise you might get a cold. I’ll put your uniform in the dryer afterwards.”

You hand him a wrapped bundle and pull a towel from a drawer. Just as you’re about to leave, Suna mutters a quiet “thank you”, and for the first time you genuinely smile at him.

When he walks out of the bathroom, you’re in the living room surrounded by piles of books and notes; your attention shifts to his presence only after he speaks.

“I hope you don’t mind, I already turned the dryer on. Didn’t want to trouble you.”

His hair is still damp from the shower, and the sweatpants are a little too short, but at least they’re dry. With each lift of his hand to rub the towel at his hair, the t-shirt slides up revealing his toned abdomen. It takes a lot of energy not to sneak a peek.

“Trouble?” You’re confused by his statement. “It’s my fault this even happened in the first place, I should have-”

“Listen, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to, okay?” He rubs his neck nervously and the shirt rides up again. “So don’t blame yourself.”

You only nod in response, too flustered to push words through your throat. All of a sudden you remember about the mess around, despite having a guest.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just have so much backlog to work on, I’ll clean this up!”

“No!” Rintarou notices your little shiver. “I mean, you don’t have to… I’ve been holding you back, so just… don’t mind me.” A moment of silence fills his mind with guilt. “Hey uhh, do you mind if I get us a snack?”

Now you’ve done it. There’s a visitor, his first time at your place, and a first boy at your place, and not only are you ignoring him for the sake of homeworks, you also failed at hospitality completely by not offering any food. It is late, and neither of you had dinner yet.

“Ah! I’ll get it! You’re a guest after all!” You almost jolt out from under the table, but a hand on your shoulder keeps you in place.

“No no, please, I don’t want to be any more of a bother. You’ve been helping me with school and now I’m just intruding, so let me do this for you.”

“Okay.”

***

When Suna comes back with two plates of omurice, you’re deeply immersed in your studies. He places the dishes carefully in vacant spots, the gentle knock against the table grabs your attention, and cotton-candy-like warmth spreads in your chest. You expected a snack, some yoghurts or a bowl of nuts, or whatever else, not a warm dinner with a “ganbare” written on it.

Papers are shoved to the far end of the top, making space for the hot food. It looks delicious and you can’t wait to taste it. You clear your throat and speak hoping it would distract you from that feeling spreading in your chest.

“Would you like to watch something while we eat?”

“Sure, do you mind if I…”

He gestures between his and your side of the table; you shake your head and shift to make room for him, which he fills right away.

Omurice is indeed mouth-watering, creamy and well seasoned, and in response to your surprised expression he simply says “I have a younger sister, I can make a thing or two”. The more you know about the boy, the more you like him. You try to dismiss it as just admiring him as a person, convince yourself that it’s nothing but a surprise.

It proves to be difficult, however, when you barely register what’s on the screen, because of his proximity; it’s hard, when every brush of your arms against each other sends sparks to your brain; it’s tough, when you can feel his warmth radiating from his body and you want to be engulfed by it.

It’s nearly impossible, when you lean back on your palms, but his hand is already there, and you cover it with yours. Both of you jolt with hearts thumping violently, praying that maybe, just maybe, the other one doesn’t hear it.

After that neither of you moves, eyes trained on the screen but somehow not registering the events at all. In an attempt to ground yourself, you support your chin with your hand, and that’s the last thing you remember.

Rin hears your soft snores and, seeing your peaceful and relaxed expression, smiles as he brushes some stray strands off your face. He’s already overstayed his welcome, uniform long forgotten in the dryer. It’s wrinkled and still smells like a puddle, guess he’ll just have to give you these clothes back on the next day.

Not wanting to trouble you any more than he already has, Suna brings the plates to the kitchen, arranges books and papers in neat piles, and covers you with a blanket lying nearby. He catches himself almost planting a kiss on your forehead.

Before scooping all his stuff and walking out, he scribbles a quick note:

“My clothes were dry and I didn’t want to wake you. Don’t work too hard. See you tomorrow :)”

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