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[system-to-the-madness]

Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

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It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart.  But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

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[bunnyyamor]

THE WEDDING GUEST

- KOSHI SUGAWARA

@i4sgwr posted the idea. y/n is a struggling single mother, trying to balance her love life and her busy life. by morning a mother and by night a doctor, she puts others' needs before hers. when the unexpected news comes out from her son's father, her ex-husband that he is getting remarried and the wedding is less than 5 months away, y/n must do the unthinkable. having no suitors and no boyfriends or many friends for that matter y/n chooses her son's teacher, mr. sugawara as her plus 1. but surely he must only be her wedding guest, there's nothing more, right? would it be so odd to fall in love with your son's teacher?

this series is only meant for adults. so ageless blogs or under 18 blogs pls dni. -

-✎ ̼ content: smut, fluff, parent x teacher relationship, school au, love triangle, slowburn, angst, there will be warnings and info for each chapter.

-✎ ̼ taglist

PART 1 - “this is a weird question, but can you be my wedding date?”

#haikyuu smut #sugawara koshi smut #sugawara x you #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara koshi x reader #koshi sugawara #koushi sugawara #koushi x reader #sugawara angst #sugawara fluff #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #long fic #haikyuu series #m.terlist. #t.w.guest.

[nenchainzz]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 + 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

Day 1 Complete!! Hope you enjoy it!!

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: pet names (sweetie, darling, princess, baby, angel, sweet girl, sweetheart, pretty girl), oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, and missionary position

“Aw, sweetie,” Koushi muses as he sees you rubbing your thighs together, watching him grade papers. “If you want me to service you, just ask.” He gets up from his desk and joins you on the sofa that sits across the way.

“I just get a little nervous to ask,” you admit to him.

“Darling, we’ve been together for years,” he says and brings his hands to cup your cheeks gently. “You never have to feel nervous. It’s always a pleasure to give you what you need.”

“Thank you, Koushi,” you tell him. He leans in and kisses your forehead.

“So, what do you want from me?” he asks. You become a bit flustered from his forwardness.

“I…uh…I want to…” you know you want him, but you’re unsure of what you want from him specifically.

“How about I take the lead, princess?” Koushi suggests, and you nod. He begins giving you soft, quick, and loving kisses on your face and neck. You thread your fingers in his gray hair while he continues with his soft kisses. “Lift your shirt for me and take off your shorts, baby?” You do as he requests, lifting your shirt over your head, removing your shorts, and tossing both to the floor.

Koushi leaves open-mouthed kisses on your covered breasts and kisses you down to your stomach. He moves himself to the floor and kneels in front of you.

“You’re absolutely stunning, angel,” he praises. You hide your face in embarrassment, and he smiles up at you. “It’s so cute that you get all embarrassed.” He sees your wetness leak from your clothed cunt. Koushi uses his hands to remove your panties gently and watches your wetness somewhat stick to your cunt.

“I’ll make you feel good, sweetie,” he says before licking your entrance. You shudder under his hot tongue. He takes hold of your thighs and places them onto his shoulders. He enters his tongue into your pussy and begins to swirl his tongue along your walls. He looks up at you, and his hazel eyes watch your reactions, ensuring he’s treating you right. Koushi brings his fingers to your clit and begins rubbing small circles.

Koushi feels you shift in his hold but keeps you steady, so you don’t fall away from him. He licks your cunt more and continues his gentleness on your clit. You moan and close your eyes as you focus on him.

“Ko-Kou?” you mutter, and he looks up at you.

“Yes, darling?” he responds.

“Can you go faster?” you ask him. He gives you his signature closed-eye smile.

“Anything for you, sweet girl,” he says and returns to eating you out and rubbing your clit with his fingers, but faster. You throw your head back on the couch and clutch the cushions with your hands. Koushi begins to tongue fuck you, and his fingers rub relentlessly on your clit. You moan with a higher sound and feel your abdomen begin to tighten. Koushi groans as he feels your walls start to clamp down, so he readies himself for your orgasm.

“Fuck, Koushi,” you moan as your orgasm spills on Koushi’s tongue. You breathe heavily as Koushi laps up all of your essence. He sits up to look at you with your thighs still perched on his shoulders.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he tells you.

“Mm, Koushi,” you mumble, still in euphoria from your orgasm.

“Is there anything else my princess would like from me?” he asks.

“I want you inside me,” you plead. He moves your thighs from his shoulders and stands up.

“As you wish, my dear,” he obliges. He unzips his pants and moves his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You wrap your legs around Koushi’s waist, and he holds your legs once again. He slowly pushes himself inside you and fills you up completely. “Tell me when I can start moving.” You adjust yourself since he gives you some time to do so.

“You can move,” you tell him. He drags his cock out of you, and when he’s almost entirely out, he slams back into your pussy. He repeats it and gains a set pace for his thrusts. You moan and clasp your ankles together to keep Koushi in place. With your ankles keeping your leps up, Koushi puts his arms on top of the sofa, caging you under him. When he catches your gaze with his, he smiles sweetly down at you.

“You take me so well, baby,” he says. You moan at his words, and his jerking hips begin to kiss your cervix with his deep pace. “Shit, you’re so pretty.” He continues railing into you and uses one of his hands to raise your head towards him. He uses it to make you look directly at him.

“I love seeing your beautiful face while I fuck you, princess,” he says. You begin to feel your abdomen start to tighten from his words. “Aw, sweet girl, you love being praised, huh?”

“K-Koushi,” you mutter. He raises his thumb and traces your lips with it.

“I know, sweetie,” he realizes you’re getting close. His hips don’t still as you feel your eyes begin to roll back. Your walls start to clamp down on Koushi’s cock. He groans from the feeling. “Shit, you’re sucking me in.” Finally, your tightening abdomen becomes too much for you, and you cum on Koushi’s cock.

“Mm! Koushi!” you shout as you cum. Koushi grips the sofa tightly and hammers into you faster.

“Holy shit, you came on my cock, fuck, that’s so hot,” he mumbles. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon too, pretty girl.” His thrusts become erratic as he begins to moan out your name. His cock twitches from within you, and he pulls out to stroke himself. He cums all over your stomach and chest. His breathing matches yours, and each breath drags out. Koushi plants himself beside you on the sofa to catch his breath for a short moment. “Did I satisfy you, princess?” You giggle and look at him. His gray hair sticks to his forehead, and his lean chest huffs upward.

“Yes, you did, thank you,” you pat his hand.

“That’s good,” he says. “Here, I’ll run you a bath, sweetie.” He gets up from the sofa and goes to the bathroom to prepare a bath. After a minute, Koushi comes back, picks you up in his arms, and leads you to the tub. He slowly lowers inside and helps you wash up.

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[iwaizumisbabe]

EX-GIRLFRIEND; Sugawara K.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

→ in which Kōshi thinks that you are cheating on him because of bad experience with his ex-girlfriend

→ Sugawara Kōshi x gn!Reader

→ hurt/comfort; drama; happy ending/fluff

→ cheating(?), to be used

→ 2k

»Well, Suga? Do you already know when (y/n) is coming?«, asked the captain, who was also his best friend.

»They wanted to be there 15 minutes ago, but you know what the traffic is like at that time …«, Kōshi answered him.

»Yes you are right. I hope they’ll find a little time for me on the weekend, after all, we haven’t seen each other in ages. I want to know what happened to the little one«, laughing and with a goodbye on his lips he left the changing room and Sugawar finally started to change. His thoughts, which revolved around Daichi and (y/n), left him no peace.

As the student left the locker room he could hear roaring laughter from the hall. So he turned his face to the source of the noise to see his partner with his best friend. Daichis arm was wrapped around their shoulders and (y/n)'s hand was around his waist for support. This image burned into Kōshi's brain like no other before. He stopped in the middle of his movement. Damn it, what’s that supposed to be? How can they do that?

Terrible memories flickered in his mind’s eye and there was only one option left in his head: Get away from here!

↳ time skip 𖦹

»(Y/n)-senpai, what are you doing here? We haven’t seen each other in ages!«, a very familiar voice called from across the hall.

»Tanaka, how often? You should let go of this idiotic politeness!«, you turned to him.

»Holy kami-sama; stand by me! Tanaka Ryūnosuke, what the hell did you do with your hair?«, the brown-haired next to you had to laugh.

»Right, you didn’t know anything about it. Shortly after you switched schools, Tanaka shaved off his hair and has been doing it ever since«, you had to recover from your brief shock, but then you took a closer look at the younger student.

»You shocked me. But on second glance, you look really good with it«, you smiled slightly at him, »To get back to your question … I’m waiting for Kōshi, he’s still changing.«

A confused look spreads across Tanaka’s face: »Are you sure? On the way here he ran towards me; towards the parking lot«, Daichi and yourself exchanged looks and started running at the same time.

»Thanks Tanaka. We’ll definitely see each other again at the training camp with Nekoma!«, you screamed before you finally left the hall.

You couldn’t find your boyfriend in the parking spot, the same could be said of his car. You tried to reach him on his phone, but to no avail; he just let the phone ring - all the way to his mailbox.

»What’s going on with Kōshi all of a sudden? Why does he just leave me here - without saying anything?«, Daichi shrugged, »I have no Idea…«

»And what do I do now?«, it came out of your mouth.

»You come to me first. I’m sure, my parents don’t mind. Apparently something upset him. It must have been really bad when he just ran away without a word… I’ll drive you to him tomorrow, okay? When he has cooled down a bit.«

»Thank you, Daichi. What would I do without you?«, you smiled at him.

»For you always, small-chan«, he returned.

»Sometimes I really hate you I’m not that small at all, asshole!«, you mumbled.

»Did you say something I understand you so badly from up here«, apparently he thought his joke was so good that he doubled over to laugh.

»Idiot, and he became captain…«

↳ time skip 𖦹

»Look, I found some ice cream in the freezer«, grinning, the volleyball player almost held the cup in your face.

»Thank you, Daichi. That’s exactly what I need now…«

»What movie do you want to see?«, he went to the shelf with the DVDs and Blu-rays, »Wait, let me guess… (y/fav movie)?«, you rolled my eyes demonstratively.

»How did you know?«, together you watched the film that you had already seen as children with Kōshi… Kōshi..., it went through your head. I hope he’s fine, maybe I should… so he knows I’m fine.

Why am I so nice? He just left me there…

You picked up your phone, which was on the dresser next to the couch and took a picture of Daichi’s television in front of which he was sitting. You also tagged the volleyball player and wrote Childhood memories on it before you posted it. During the movie you both were gossiping a bit and Daichi told you all that you had missed. Shortly before the end of the film, you fell asleep - your thoughts on Sugawara.

↳ time skip 𖦹

»Hey, (y/n). Wake up!«, you just grumbled.

»Come on, Crackhead. It’s already 10 o'clock and I promised Kiyoko that I would help her with the papers from the club, so get up. We still have half an hour«, you remembered where you was and why. Kōshi, right… There was something.

Together you both got ready, ate breakfast and went to Daichi’s car.

»You know, Daichi… I was rather worried yesterday, but now I’m angry again. I mean, how can he just leave me like that? I’m his partner and haven’t seen him in over a month; I missed him, really. And he just runs away… What did I do that he left me like this?«

»Since the Akki thing, I just don’t know what’s going on in his head. But I’m sure he had a good reason for it. He loves you, he would never leave you just like that for no reason«, although Daichi had never found out what exactly had happened between Sugawara and Akki, he had always an inkling that it was nothing good.

»Yes, you’re right… maybe…«, so the conversation was over and the rest of the ride was in silence.

↳ time skip 𖦹

»So here we are!«, the closer the car got to the house, the angrier you got again. You didn’t even really know why. Surely Kōshi had a reasonable explanation for his behavior - at least you hoped.

»Thanks for driving, Daichi!«, you got out, »I hope to see you again soon«, with that you closed the door of the car and ran up the four flights of stairs to the front porch of the house. From the left jacket pocket you took your key ring on which the key to the Kōshi’s front door was hanging. Your emotional chaos had gone down a bit again. God, do I have mood swings or something?

You opened the door, took off your jacket, street shoes and the slippers that were meant for you, on. Then you went into the living room in which you found your boyfriend. Wrapped in a blanket with deep, dark circles under the eyes and a half-empty bottle of sake next to him.

»What’s going on here?! Besides, tell me, what are you thinking about letting me stand all alone at this goddamn gym at night?!«, you shouted at him, completely disconcerted. Sugawara, however, just looked at you monotonously.

»Do you think I wanted to watch Daichi and you flirt, or what?«, he asked quietly, starting in front of him on the black screen of the television.

»Kōshi, what the fuck are you talking about?«, you asked pissed off and sat down on the other end of the couch.

»In the end you slept with him too, didn’t you? That was your fucking plan from the start!«, now you didn’t understand anything anymore. Did I say anything to Daichi yesterday that Kōshi could have misunderstood?

»You just wanted to get to him, didn’t you? You got what you wanted so go back to him again! Get lost!«, an idea occurred to you, you were pretty sure what caused his behavior. You moved closer to him so that your knees were almost touching, which made him look even more annoyed.

»Did he reject you, or why are you here, (y/n)?«, his words were getting really ugly.

»Kōshi, stop saying that… you know this is not true«, now he looked at you a little confused, as if Suga didn’t know how to react.

»Come here and we’ll talk«, he wouldn’t refuse your offer, you were sure of that. Kōshi hated arguments and if he was honest with himself he also knew that you were never hitting on Daichi.

After a moment he came out of the blanket and you took him in your arms. You slowly let yourself fall back while you gently ran a hand through his hair.

»Is it because of Akki?«, you asked directly.

Akki was Suga’s girlfriend in there third year of middle school and still a little in there first year of high school. The problem was, none of you all had seen that this little bitch was really only interested in Daichi.

Even in the first year of middle school she was into him, but couldn’t get close, so she tried to make friends with me, which unfortunately worked. When Daichi still showed no interest, she just turned to Kōshi. At some point, the gray-haired one and you noticed that Akki was almost drooling after Daichi… Of course, Suga confronted her with the hope that everything was okay after all. Well, it wasn’t.

She yelled at him. Said she would hate him and find him disgusting. How naive and stupid he could be, she asked him. Akki said things like: I was only taking advantage of you, no one will ever love you if they can have Daichi and so on. I noticed a few things, but not a lot, because I just came into the house with the spare key.

Suga had changed a lot since then. At first he felt betrayed by Daichi, but after a short time he understood that it was not his best friend’s fault.

Lost in your thoughts, you hardly noticed your boyfriend nod.

»Damn, Suga! I am not your ex…«, you grumbled at him. I really don’t want to be compared to this weird lunatic.

»I know, I don’t want to say that either, but yesterday… Everything just came up, (y/n). I don’t know what was going on either… You both suddenly looked so close. It wasn’t up to you, I… I…«, he was slowly beginning to realize how stupid his reaction was.

»Suga, Daichi and I are friends. I’ve known him a lot longer than you do. If I had feelings for him, I shouldn’t have used you for it. I haven’t seen him in a long time. We just talked to each other and laughed a little«, you explained to him and ran your hand down to his back because you knew exactly how much Kōshi liked that.

»You had your arm like this and then he had…«, he suddenly fell silent to take a short breath, »I just don’t want this to happen again. I really love you. And I know you’re not Akki, but somehow it got so stuck in my head… I can’t help it, I’m sorry, honestly. Please don’t go back to him, don’t be mad«, now Kōshi pulled you down and closer to him.

»Hey, Suga. Everything is fine. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. It’s okay, really! Next time you get this panic, talk to me, yeah? I would never leave you for Daichi. Not just because he’s not my type, but because I love you, Kōshi. Honest and sincere. And even if Daichi was into me, or whatever, I would stay with you. I’ve never used you to get to Daichi, after all, I’ve known him longer than you. Besides, I wouldn’t even throw that at you if we argued a lot, right? Because, firstly, it would be a lie and, secondly, your feelings are important to me«, you tried to make it clear to him, apparently it worked too, because he nodded.

»I’m really sorry for all of this, (y/n). I really don’t know where that came from all of a sudden…«, he apologized again.

»Stop apologizing, it’s not your fault. You can’t help that Akki is such a psycho!«, you smiled and snuggled a little closer to his chest.

»The weekend isn’t over yet, let’s enjoy the rest of it, okay?«

© 2022 | @iwaizumisbabe

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[milk-breadx]

Safe Space; sugawara koushi

sugawara koushi x gn!reader

Angst to Comfort!

When life seems too tough, you run to the person you feel relaxed around, because you know they'll never leave your side.

word count: 887

warnings: swearing, just a lot of ranting

The slam of the door had alerted Koushi of your presence. He's not surprised, but he is very worried. Worried about the house you have to come home to everyday and upset he can't do much for you other than offer his shoulder for you to cry on. 

He drops what he's doing in the kitchen and heads to the couch, where he sees you lying face down, muffled sobs coming from your direction. Koushi's heart breaks seeing you in this state and slowly moves closer to sit on the couch beside you. In an instant, you wrap your arms around his figure and hold him as tight as you could, afraid that he'd disappear if you let go.

And he holds you just as tight, patting your back and telling you to let it all out. Since the journey from your house to the couch in Koushi's, you've been trying to hold it in and not break down. But the warmth that your boyfriend radiates is enough to make you feel safe around him. Walls coming down and unafraid to cry in his arms because you know he wouldn't think of you as weak or dramatic. He knows that even though you try to be strong all the time, sometimes it was too much to handle.

"Koushi, I'm sorry." You say in between sobs while he stares at you in shock. "This is like wha-what? The fifth or-or sixth time this year that I come running to your house? I-I just-" 

Koushi just pulled you closer to his figure and tried to calm you down. "You don't have to apologize, okay? I know your situation at home is tough and sometimes you don't even feel safe in your own room. It's a good thing that you decided to come here instead of staying in that... environment. So, what happened this time?"

You hastily wipe the tears rolling down your face and try to steady your breathing before speaking, "What else is there to say? I've told you a million times already,"

Without hesitating he replies, "And I'd listen to you a million times more."

The words made your heart skip a beat and you buried your face in his neck. He spoke once again, "So, tell me every detail. What did they do this time?"

You pulled away from him and blinked the tears away. You took a deep breath before telling him what happened hours prior. "I don't even ask them to do much anymore. Every time they disrupt while I'm working or they don't do the things that need to be done or even when they use me as an emotional punching bag! I don't complain anymore or tell them about it because I know that if I do, nothing is going to fucking change. All I asked was something so simple, nothing else. I kept repeating it time and time again but NO! THEY can't-"

Koushi sits and listens to every word. Yes, he's heard you rant about similar situations, but he doesn't care how many times he's heard it over and over again. He's here for you.

"Again, they compared me to the entitled bitch who can make a nun swear without breaking a sweat. They really said I don't do any work at home when they literally run to me whenever there's something that needs to be done but they don't want to do it. And yet, I'm somehow on the same low level as that motherfucker? Me? The person who's been trying to juggle so many things for them? I swear to-"

No matter what, Koushi will stay. He'll keep you in his arms for as long as you'll let him. He loves you and he can't bear to see you lose your sanity trying to keep everybody else happy.

"I know they're family but gosh, I fucking hate it there. They keep saying we should 'work together as a family should', but they can't even fucking understand-"

And one day, you won't have to. One day, you'll leave that place, without fear of what's to come or feeling of guilt. Koushi will be right beside you through it all.

"I-I don't even know what do, Koushi." You cover your face with your hands, trying to stop tears from rolling down your face. "I tried to keep quiet and not say anything, but it's exhausting. When I tried to do something about it, they only put me down." He was about to pull you in again, when you looked at him with your tired eyes. "Can... Can I stay here for the night again? I just feel so much safer here."

"Of course you can." Koushi wiped away your tears and held both your hands tightly. "Stay here for as long as you want to." He kissed your forehead before speaking again. "I love you. And there's nothing more I want than to help you right now. So just stay for as long as you can. Sleep in tomorrow and don't do any work because I'll take care of everything."

Right now, life seems to be handing only the worst to you and sometimes, you wish you could give everything up. But if there's one thing life has given you that you would never give up, it would be Koushi.

this is not self-indulgent, what r u talking about 🥴

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[ffsg0jo]

sugawara x fem reader

WARNINGS: unrequited love,, wedding -- masterlist

a/n: i wrote this on a whim, so if it's terrible im sorry and ill probably edit this later

sugawara was falling in love, for the millionth time. the moment he stepped inside your dressing room, the tsumami of emotions capsized him and left him struggling for air, reaching out for a lifeline - anything to save himself from downing in your beauty.

you looked ethereal, stunning in your elegant white gown, with your hair pinned so intricately to your head. the happy tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, reaching for his hands, had tears gathering in his eyes as well, but for a very different reason. how he longed to hold your face between his palms and kiss the tears away.

'thank you' your voice whispered, wobbling slightly. confused, suga's hands tightened around yours as he braced himself for your next words

'for everything,' you carried on. suga opens his mouth to respond but stops at the shake of your head, telling him you weren't finished speaking.

'i...' you trailed off, wondering what the best way to say things was. 'i used to be in love with you, koushi' his heart drops to his feet and he all of a sudden feels like he's going to throw up. why are you telling him this now?

'let me finish,' you giggle, misreading his face to be a look of digust. 'i used to be madly in love with you, but i knew you only saw me as a friend. i just wanted to thank you, for letting me experience what love was for the first time, for being there for me.'

sugawara's lips wobbled as you stood there, confessing your feelings to him. he's imagined this scenario a million times prior, but never like this, never under these circumstances. the possibility of him having a chance with you was always slim, but now he finds out you loved him?

he thinks he hates you in that moment, despises the mocking smile on your face as you so graciously thanked him, for what? teaching him how to love? being the stepping stone for you to get with his best friend?

his gaze flickers to your eyes, and a pang of guilt reverberates through his heart. it wasn't your fault, no one was to blame for his misfortune, except himself. all of his ill feelings dissipate. he can't hate you, he never has and he never will. suga's feelings for you were his biggest downfall, and once again, you've proven him right.

staring into your hopeful eyes he thinks about what could've been if he had confessed all those years ago. would he be the one waiting for you at the altar? would it be his arms you find comfort and shelter in?

suga shakes his thoughts away, knowing they would only further his misery and hurt, and smiles at you, a pained, self pitying smile. he gathers the remainder of his sparse breath and finally responds to you. 'there's no need to thank me, my love, and besides i'll always be here, loving you y/n, no matter what' and you, despite not knowing the true meaning behind his words, breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him into a hug, thankful to have such a wonderful friend.

for one last time, suga allows himself to relish in your warmth and scent, his love for you painfully swelling and beating in his heart. suga let's go of you, seconds later, not being able to endure any longer.

he presses a kiss against your cheek, and leaves the dressing room, his body feeling like tonnes of dead weight, finally letting his tears escape and run down his face.

© ffsg0jo 2022 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

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[heavenly-messenger]

A Letter from Sugawara

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transcription:

Hi Y/n!

Hope you find this in good time. Folding up a note in an origami crane was probably one of the craziest ideas I’ve ever had, but here we are. But enough with that, let’s get to the point.

I kinda sorta really like you. A lot.  I’ve found myself stupidly entranced by the way you fiddle with your fingers when you’re stressed, and your little shocked gasp when I manage to sneak up on you. I’d love to go on a date with you, maybe at the coffee shop by the park or on a picnic to the beach. 

So, what do you think?  Answer here: _________

Sending good vibes,

Sugawara

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[majesty-madness]

“Spotlight” - Idol!Koushi Sugawara x reader

Summary: They used to be close when they were kids, but as time went on they grew more and more apart. After high school, they went their separate ways without even so much as a goodbye. What will they think after meeting up again after so long?

Word Count: 3200+

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

a/n: proofread. Also I don’t know how idols or idols-the-like work.

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Chapter Two

Even through all the time it took for Suga to change, to call his agent for his car, to escort Y/N out the back of the building, into his car and drive down the road, the anxiety still hadn’t settled down.

Y/N sat in the passenger seat, bouncing her leg up and down while staring down at her lap.

“I can tell you’re anxious. You’re bouncing your leg.” Suga gestured to her, eyes flicking over to her for a split second before looking down to the road.

If she wasn’t so nervous, she might have laughed. Instead, she wanted to talk about literally anything else other than herself.

She cleared her throat. “I’m surprised they let you drive around by yourself. I figured you’d have your own chauffeur or something.”

“Well my agent would prefer it if I had someone with me at all times, but I like to be able to do things on my own. The thought of someone watching me day and night makes me a little uncomfortable.” Suga explained, his brows furrowing a bit as he spoke.

His confession somehow eased her nerves. She nodded in agreement.

“Makes sense. I wouldn’t want that either.”

The famous idol looked over at his friend, who was staring ahead of her. He wasn’t sure why but he took a mental note of how pretty she looked with the setting sun’s light reflected off her skin.

He quickly looked away. “So what are you doing these days?”

Y/N then turned to face him with a playful scoff. “I thought you wanted to talk over dinner. As far as I can tell we’re still in your car.”

“Oh my mistake madam! I suppose we could sit in awkward silence until we reach the restaurant!” Suga joked with an amused laugh following.

Y/N laughed this time, feeling herself finally beginning to relax. This was how it was supposed to feel.

“Where are we having dinner anyway?”

“It’s one of my favorites. It’s a nice little restaurant with a patio on the second floor with a fountain and a bit of a garden. It’s quite relaxing actually.”

Y/N nodded her head again in acknowledgment of what Suga was saying. “Sounds nice.”

Suga hummed in agreement.

It didn’t take very long before Suga turned into the parking lot of, what he’d previously said, a two story restaurant. Not that that was unusual, but Y/N was curious to see the interior. Then Suga turned into what seemed to be another section of the parking lot where no other cars were parked. 

Suga parked the car and then stepped out. Y/N mimicked him, stepping out of the vehicle before shutting the door.

They walked along a stone path leading to the front of the building. Once inside, there was a single man standing at a small podium just in front of where the seating section started.

When the man caught sight of Suga, he seemed to recognize him.

“My good friend, Suga! How are you this evening?” He greeted, stepping out from behind the podium to bring Suga into a hug.

Suga was kind enough to return the hug, and even smiled. “I’m very good. The concert went better than expected.”

“I’m so happy for you!” The man took a step back from Suga still smiling at him until his eyes shifted over to Y/N.

He then walked past Suga to stand in front of the timid y/h/c. “And who is this lovely young lady?”

Y/N couldn’t help but blush at the man’s compliment.

“This is my long lost friend, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other in a while so we had hoped to catch up over dinner.” Suga explained as he placed a hand on his hip.

“Well, no more delays! Let’s get you to your seats!” The man cheerfully exclaimed, grabbing two menus from behind the podium and gesturing for Suga and Y/N to follow him.

He led them over to a flight of stairs that curved smoothly into the second story floor. The stairs themselves were made of wood covered in a shiny layer that beautifully reflected the light from the string of lights wrapped around the railing.

It was almost like being in a fairy tale.

Y/N couldn’t help admiring the simple but gorgeous decor of the restaurant itself. A lot of restaurants failed in that respect, they’d have amazing food (sometimes) but the interior was just too much.

This is how restaurants should look, especially when they have such a famous singer coming to visit.

They eventually made it to the top of the staircase and what was there absolutely surprised Y/N.

First thing she noticed was a modest fountain sitting in the center of the large room. It itself was surrounded by at least a dozen flower pots filled with the same kind of flowers.

Impatiens?

Next she noticed the wooden pillars that nearly reached the ceiling. They held up a palette acting as a roof of sorts, and they were wrapped with vines with large leaves shading some of the stringed lights, making the scene itself look almost magical.

The wooden pillars and vines were complimented by the arrangement of white seats that lined up the space, back to back with enough space between each table to make the customers comfortable.

Overall, Y/N was quite shocked at the level of thought and planning that went into the second floor.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Suga asked, also taking a look around the garden of sorts as he stood next to Y/N.

She didn’t take her eyes off the garden. “Yeah. It really is. I can see why you like it so much.”

Suga hummed in response before he took a moment to look over at his childhood friend, admiring the way that the orang-ish lights again added a beautiful aura around her.

He really missed her.

He was suddenly hit with a wave of sadness that took over his brain like a virus, but he was quick to shake the feeling away and began to walk towards a table that was protected by an overgrowth wrapped upwards around the pillars.

“This way.” The silvered haired idol said as he was almost to the table.

Y/N was pulled from her gazing, starry eyes alike, to lightly jog in Suga’s direction.

The two adults sat down and then Suga’s friend passed each of them a menu.

“The specials are on the back of the menu, let me know when you are ready to order.” He nicely said while he walked away to attend to some of the other guests that Y/N had completely ignored as she was distracted by the decoration.

Y/N was quick to dive into the menu, scanning over all the different dishes they offered. She thought she found the perfect one, however when he looked down at the price her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“Wow…” She voiced, causing Suga to look up from his menu.

His face suddenly turned to one of worry. “What’s wrong?”

“These prices...Everything is so expensive. Are you sure you want to have dinner with me?” She nervously asked, sinking a bit in her seat.

Suga was about to laugh again but brought his hand to his mouth to stop himself. “Of course I do! Did you forget I’m kind of famous?”

The young y/h/c mentally slapped herself. She totally forgot, he was kind of an idol.

“Oh yeah...It must have slipped my mind.” She chuckled in an attempt to brush off her rapidly heating face.

“Don’t worry, I can take care of yours. So no stressing out over the prices okay?”

Y/N quickly nodded. “Okay.”

After a few minutes, Suga signaled that he and Y/N were ready to order. That part of this whole ordeal went smoother to which Y/N was thankfully for. Nothing would be worse if she was just stumbling over her words trying to tell him what she wanted.

The man smiled once he’d taken the orders and cheerily headed to the kitchen.

Suga and Y/N turned back to each other, awkwardly looking at each other before looking elsewhere.

Y/N was wracking her brain trying to think of something to say but Suga beat her to it.

“So uh...did you go to that art college you always talked about?”

The atmosphere changed at the drop of a hat as she relaxed at his ordinary question.

Y/N heavily sighed before speaking. “I went for one year. Turns out it wasn’t really what I thought it would be.”

The idol’s face turned back to one of concern. “Did something happen?”

“No, I just thought that after...high school, I’d make some new friends. Ones that had the same interests as me, but in the end I felt more isolated than ever.” Y/N explained while she fiddled with her necklace.

“I’m really sorry it didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to. It was probably a big disappointment.”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s alright. It was six years ago, I am actually over it. It’s just sometimes when I think about it still slightly bothers me.”

Suga nodded, taking in every word. The thought that Y/N’s dream school, the one she talked about with such passion as they’d walk down the hallways of their high school, turning out to be this big of a disappointment made his heart ache for her.

‘Why didn’t you tell me then?’ He thought to himself, his eyes squinting closer together as he ran with his thoughts.

Y/N happened to glance back up at her friend, catching the way his eyes squinted as though he were in deep thought.

“Suga?” She softly called out.

That seemed to snap him out of his trance as he blinked a few times and looked up in a few seconds of silence. But he was quick to recover.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?” Y/N asked, the corner of her lips turning up in a quick, awkward smile. He nodded again. “Yeah, of course. I was just thinking that’s all.”

In return, Y/N herself nodded this time.

She could recognize the troubled expression behind the casual demeanor he was trying to put up, however she dismissed it.

She didn’t want to pry, after all it was her own decision to separate herself from Suga when they were in school in the first place.

“So uh….what did you do after high school? I mean I know you became famous but how’d you do it? What was that process like?” Y/N asked out of nowhere, trying to break the ice.

Suga perked up. “Well as you know I’d always had an interest in music so I ended up getting a job in a studio. I provided some background music and remixing for some of the singer's songs. It was super fun. I honestly was happy with that.”

“Wait, you performed music for the singers?” Y/N eagerly asked while leaning herself closer toward the table, therefore closer to Suga.

“Not live, but yeah basically.”

Y/N grinned. “That’s so cool. Is that how you became a singer? They were just so impressed by your playing that they said; ‘let’s make this dude famous!’”

Suga laughed leaning closer to the table as well. “No. Ironically, we all went out for karaoke one night and my boss heard me sing. After the song, he asked me if I’d be interested in becoming a full time singer. Of course I was absolutely shocked, but I accepted and now, here we are.”

Y/N looked taken aback, a smile still playing on her mouth. “Wow, you make it sound so easy.”

“Trust me. It wasn’t. I can’t even begin to tell you about the days and days of practice, which led to me actually not being able to talk for days straight.”

“Not uh.” Y/N scoffed.

“Yes huh!” Suga quipped back.

Y/N let out a laugh, hearing Suga do the same. “That’s insane!”

“I know!”

The two adults continued to laugh about it for a couple of more seconds before they settled down.

“That’s nice though. I’m glad things worked out for you.” Y/N admitted, setting her arms on top of the table.

“Oh! I forgot to ask, what are you doing now?” Suga asked enthusiastically.

Y/N lit up once again at his question. “Funny enough, I’m actually a manga artist now.”

“Really? That’s amazing. You were really good at drawing back in school, I can only imagine it’s gotten better.” He complimented, causing Y/N to become even more excited.

“Oh yeah. For sure. Coloring used to be the hardest part for me, now I don’t even flinch. More or less.”

“You should show me some of your work sometime.”

His statement made Y/N giggle eagerly. “Definitely. I remember you were quite the fan of my ‘work’ way back when.” She emphasized as she made quotation marks with her fingers.

Suga sharply pointed at her. “Don’t say it like that. You were just as good even back then.”

She laughed resting her arms back down on the table to which Suga laughed in turn.

They both took a moment to stare at each other as their laughter calmed. As it was almost like they’d never been apart those six years, they were still the same people they remembered when they were in school. When they were children playing on the playground.

Suddenly their smiles turned into a frown, an uncomfortable feeling dipping in their chests.

The memories of their time together turning soar.

They had missed each other so much and yet each was utterly conflicted.

Y/N was overcome with guilt for having separated herself from Suga’s life. He was her best friend, the one who eventually led her to make other friends she still talked to to this day. But for some reason she could never bring herself to contact Suga.

She felt too ashamed. She just knew that somewhere in Suga’s heart he blamed her. That he was angry. And she knew she deserved it.

Suga on the other hand was confused. They used to be so close and out of nowhere Y/N isolated herself from him. It was like she decided one day that she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore and that hurt more than any amount of heartache he’d been through. And that pain still lingered after six years.

Yes, they were happy to see one another but they just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something between them; something they were scared to touch.

Suga and Y/N both looked down at the table, at the same time.

“It’s been such...a long time since we’ve talked like this.” Y/N quietly said.

Suga’s eyes remained on the table. “Yeah. Yeah it has.”

They both dwelled in their own thoughts while ultra aware that the other was being unnaturally quiet which added to the anxiety they already felt.

Both must have been thinking the same way because they raised their heads, and opened their mouths in sync.

“ Y/N-”

“Suga-”

“Here is your food.” Suga’s friend called out, as he was nearing his way to their table.

That seemed to put a pause on Y/N and Suga’s thoughts. They pulled their arms away from the tabletop and rested them on their laps.

“Here is your plate…” Suga’s friend said, setting Y/N’s plate down first.

She politely smiled. “Thank you.”

The man nodded. “Of course. And here is your plate, my friend.” Then he sat Suga’s plate in front of him and shortly after giving them their drinks.

“Please enjoy your meal!” He bowed then stylishly walked off back towards the other customers.

Suga watched as he turned his body around a bit to make sure his friend was out of ear shot before he turned back. “So uh..what were you gonna say?”

“Oh! It’s nothing...It really wasn’t that important.” Y/N lied, as she waved her hands back and forth to dismiss the statement.

“Oh okay...Well we better eat. Don’t want the food to get cold.” Suga suggested unwrapping his silverware from within his white napkin.

Y/N nodded in agreement, unwrapping her silverware as well.

The rest of the time they spent talking about random stuff, her favorite places in town, his least favorite part of the music biz, and overall just catching up with the person they once knew so long ago.

They were pleased to discover they were very much the same person, while being terrified at how different they had become.

It was nearing 10pm and Suga was currently escorting Y/N up her apartment stairs.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to walk me back? I mean what if you get recognized?” Y/N asked anxiously while making it to the top of the staircase first. She turned immediately to look back at him.

She heard him laugh.

“It’s almost ten at night, I don’t think many people are gonna be coming out right now.” He replied walking up the last step to stand next to Y/N.

“Well, that’s true I guess.” Y/N sighed, beginning to walk down a balcony that was lined with a multitude of doors. Suga walked close behind her.

Another few seconds passed of just silent walking when Y/N stopped in front of one then whipped around to face Suga. “Well this is me.”

His eyes were only on her. “Alright, I suppose this is good night.”

Y/N awkwardly nodded. “I suppose so.”

Despite basically saying goodbye, neither could bring themselves to actually say good night. There was tension between them they couldn’t quite grasp.

Why were they feeling this way?

“Uh..I guess I’ll head inside now.” Y/N said as she slotted her key into the lock, turned it then pushed the door open.

“Hey, wait. I’d like to ask you something.” Suga said randomly.

Y/N faced him eagerly. “Sure, what is it?”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before saying anything. “I know that we’ll see each other again when I escort you to the exclusive event but I was wondering, would you like to hang out tomorrow too?”

It was too late to stop it when Y/N could feel a grin forming on her face. “Really? You’d want to?”

“Yeah! I mean, it’s been such a long time and I don’t think tonight was enough time to really catch up. So I want to spend more time with you.”

Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up. “You know, I was thinking the same thing. I’d love to spend more time with you too.”

Suga’s face went from slightly embarrassed to excited. “You mean that?”

She nodded. And Suga’s handsome face broke into a smile of his own. “Besides, I’d love to show you the studio.”

“That sounds great!” Y/N cheerfully answered back.

“Cool! Then I’ll come pick you up around 10am.”

“Okay, I’ll be looking forward to it!”

Suga, grinning, brought Y/N into a hug as he rested his head on her shoulder. “I’m so glad we finally met up. I’ve missed this.”

Though she was startled at first, she hugged Suga back, pressing her cheek against his chest. “Me too.”

Unbeknownst to the two, their hearts had leaped at the same time, perfectly in sync.

However, what they failed to realize in that moment was that they missed each other more, much more than you’d miss an ordinary friend.

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Ponto final Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader

O céu nublado não era exatamente o mais convidativo. O vento gelado praticamente obrigava aqueles que saíssem a usarem algum agasalho.

As mãos de Sugawara estavam firmes no volante. O trajeto de sua viagem bem claro em sua mente apesar de tudo. A última parada de sua viagem. 〰 〰

Koushi acordara cedo naquele dia. Aquele seria um dia um tanto diferente.

Levantou-se da cama e caminhou até a janela do quarto. Nem precisava abrir totalmente as persianas para ver que a previsão do tempo errara na noite anterior. O tal sol não apareceu; em seu lugar estavam nuvens escuras demais para serem de uma chuvinha passageira. O vento uivava ao se chocar contra o seu prédio.

Koushi se permitiu ficar ali por algum tempo. Apenas observando a rua até que enfim resolvesse trocar de roupa.

Sugawara nunca tinha percebido o quanto aquele relógio de parede podia ser barulhento. Parecia que quanto mais ele se focasse no relógio mais alto seu som ficava.

Alto e irritante. Martelando na sua cabeça enquanto tentava tomar o seu café.

Foi então que caíra em si. Estava mesmo ficando com raiva de um relógio?

Já fazia muito tempo que estava naquele apartamento. Talvez tivesse escolhido o momento mais oportuno para sair um pouco.

〰 〰

Sugawara estacionou seu carro embaixo de uma árvore. Não que fizesse muita diferença com aquele tempo de qualquer maneira.

Aquela era a primeira parada de Sugawara. Uma cafeteria. Era um negócio pequeno e simples. Gerenciado pela mesma família desde que suas portas foram abertas ao público.

Não haviam muitas pessoas quando entrou no estabelecimento. A mesma universitária ocupava uma mesa ao fundo para redigir seu TCC, o mesmo senhor lia o seu jornal, o mesmo casal tinha a mesma discussão sobre mudar de apartamento.

Não haviam muitas pessoas, mas as pessoas de sempre estavam ali. E isso lhe causava uma sensação… Estranha. Como se tudo estivesse diferente e ao mesmo tempo… Igual. E mais ninguém além dele parecia perceber.

Bom dia. - Cumprimentou o atendente. Um tom de voz prestativo e amigável - Precisa de alguma coisa?

De uma maneira automática os lábios de Sugawara formaram um pequeno sorriso.

Por enquanto não. Obrigado.

Com um aceno de cabeça o rapaz voltou a sua tarefa anterior, limpar o balcão. Koushi aproveitou a deixa para escolher um lugar.

Era engraçado. Fora em um dia um tanto parecido com esse que em descobriram essa cafeteria. A única diferença era que na época Sugawara não tinha carro e ambos foram surpreendidos pela chuva enquanto passeavam. Os forçando a achar um lugar para esperarem ela passar.

(Nome) foi a primeira a ver o lugar. Sua mão segurou firme a do noivo enquanto corriam para dentro. Vendo agora ele se perguntava se realmente precisava de tanto. Não era como se fossem feitos de açúcar ou algo do tipo.

Mas de qualquer maneira o acaso lhes presenteou com um lugar agradável para irem de vez em quando.

Diferente das outras pessoas ele e (Nome) nunca tiveram lugares marcados, mas isso não impedia que tivessem boas memórias ali.

A primeira coisa que veio à sua mente foi quando ela chamou sua atenção com certa pressa enquanto ele adoçava seu café.

Quando seu olhar encontrou o rosto dela pode ver o que parecia ser um palito de dente quebrado em sua boca, simulando presas de um vampiro.

Ela os tirou logo em seguida, enterrando o rosto na mesa para rir. Koushi a seguiu quase que instantaneamente. Agora a lembrança o fazia rir baixinho, era um pouco agradável se lembrar daquilo.

(Nome) crescera com uma irmã que repudiava um comportamento mais infantil. Então, quando tinha a oportunidade de fazer alguma brincadeira, ela aproveitava.

O olhar de Sugawara encontrou a formosa planta que ficava no canto do estabelecimento. Tão silenciosamente imponente com seus galhos sempre muito bem aparados.

Tinha um pequeno espécime daquele em casa. Quando (Nome) a vira, praticamente se apaixonara à primeira vista.

Koushi nem mesmo entendeu o que ela disse antes que a visse disparando em direção ao balcão, enchendo o atendente de perguntas sobre aquela planta. Ela apenas queria uma como aquela.

A planta era da avó do rapaz. Sugawara precisou se segurar para não rir no dia em que foram passear e a senhora lhe presenteou com uma mudinha. (Nome) parecia uma criança no natal ao ganhar aquele pequeno vasinho.

Atualmente, ainda não estava como a do estabelecimento, mas já ocupava um belo espaço no canto da sala de seu apartamento.

〰 〰

Talvez Sugawara tivesse se permitido ficar mais tempo que o necessário naquela cafeteria, mas não se importava muito. Ao menos tinha um lanche para mais tarde esperando no banco do passageiro.

Quando estava novamente dentro de seu carro o vento estava mais forte, mais gelado. Agradecia a si mesmo por ter pego um dos casacos pesados, eram os mais quentes.

Suas mãos seguraram firmemente o volante. Sabia exatamente para onde iria agora.

Durante uma hora o rádio fora a sua companhia quando a cidade e seus sons tão cotidianos foram deixados para trás.

Vez ou outra demais veículos surgiam e logo desapareciam de sua vista, mas, para onde ia, era bem provável que apenas ele estivesse lá agora.

O céu nublado não era exatamente o mais convidativo. O vento gelado praticamente obrigava aqueles que saíssem a usarem algum agasalho. As mãos de Sugawara estavam firmes no volante. O trajeto de sua viagem bem claro em sua mente apesar de tudo. A última parada de sua viagem. 〰 〰

O vento forte lhe açoitava o rosto, mas a visão da praia vazia a sua frente fazia com que não desse tanta importância a isto.

Ele já havia estado ali tantas vezes. Com a família, o pessoal do clube… Mas nunca com (Nome).

Graças aos tênis que usava Koushi não conseguia sentir a areia da praia conforme se aproximava do mar. Era uma pena, ele até que gostava disso.

Parou diante daquela imensidão azul. As primeiras memórias que vieram a sua mente foram de Tanaka e Nishinoya com suas brincadeiras idiotas dentro d'água. Hinata caçoando de Kageyama, pois, aparentemente, o outro não sabia boiar.

(Nome) sabia de todas essas histórias e de muitas outras. E não importava quantas vezes ele houvesse contado a mesma história, ela sempre ria da mesma maneira. Realmente o período em que estudara estava repleto de figuras.

Quando contou essas histórias a (Nome) pela primeira vez ela lhe confessou que nunca havia ido a praia e era uma das coisas que mais tinha vontade de fazer.

Sugawara prometeu a ela que assim que conseguissem um carro e tempo ele faria questão de levá-la, principalmente, para ver o mar.

No fim, ele nunca chegou a cumprir aquela promessa.

Fechou os olhos e respirou fundo. Quando tornou a abri-los estava olhando para o céu, para as nuvens escuras.

Naquele momento Koushi sentira paz. Talvez não fosse do jeito que ele queria, mas de algum modo esperava que, lá de cima, a noiva tivesse visto a praia e gostado tanto quanto ele sempre gostou.

De repente uma gota d'água caiu em sua testa, o fazendo piscar por reflexo. A pequena gota fora a pioneira de uma chuva que fez Sugawara correr de volta para o seu carro. Correu de maneira tão desesperada que que parecia ser feito de açúcar.

〰 〰

Daichi e Asahi o ajudavam a organizar as últimas caixas de mudança no porta malas do carro. Sugawara havia conseguido um emprego na cidade vizinha. Aquilo seria bom, ele dizia. Uma mudança de ares, de rostos; um recomeço.

Fora por isso que fora a cafeteria e praia. Eram lugares importantes para ele, tinham o seu peso em sua vida. Mas talvez ambos tivessem peso demais.

Não fora fácil. Levou bastante tempo até que enfim tivesse coragem suficiente para, seguindo a analogia clichê e eficiente de Asahi, colocar um ponto final para poder começar um novo capítulo.

Vamos. O que é isso? - Sugawara disse com um sorriso ao ver os dois amigos lutando contra a vontade de chorar - Eu só vou para a cidade vizinha. Não precisa disso.

Boa sorte, Suga. - Daichi disse enquanto lhe dava um abraço.

É. - Asahi fez o mesmo - Boa sorte.

Logo Koushi entrou em seu carro. Seus amigos acenavam conforme ele se distanciava, até enfim sumirem de vista.

A sensação de ansiedade em seu peito era normal, mas ele também estava contente enquanto ligava o rádio para curtir a viagem.

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[tojiphile]

when your teacher assigned him to be your tutor, you’re sure he didn’t expect it to end up like this. it’s 5:46pm on a school night and instead of studying, your panties are bunched around your ankles, your cropped skirt flipped up and your blouse unbuttoned obscenely. your sports bra barely keeps your tits in place as your alleged ‘tutor’ bends you over your desk, fucking you silly.

“well, what’s the answer?” he asks, one hand on your waist and the other rubbing small circles around your swollen clit. “i- ‘s too much!” you cry, trying to squirm out of his grip. he traps you in place firmly, slipping his cock in and out of your cunt slowly, causing you to tremble with desire.

“please…” you beg, hot tears spilling down your face, “i- i can’t do this anymore!” you’ve been in this position for an hour; your clit overstimulated and your pussy desperate for more. he’s brought you so close so many times but never once did he let you cum. “why should i?” he scoffs, “stupid girls don’t deserve nice things.”

“if you answer correctly, i’ll fuck you properly. how’s that sound?” he baits you, hook, line and sinker. he asks the question again and you strain your brain to find the correct answer, trying your best to resist his delicate touch.

inevitably, you never get the answer right. that’s okay though, because at the end of every class, your tutor always says, if you can’t be smart, you could always be his little trophy wife. still, stupid girls don’t deserve to cum, so he focuses himself on relieving his own stress, pounding into you like a dog in heat, bullying your cunt and stuffing it full with his cock.

you still feel good though, because at least you’re useful for something! <3

TSUKISHIMA KEI, GETO SUGURU, nanami kento, tendou satoori, sugawara koishi, TETSURO KUROO, takahiro hanamaki, ryomen sukuna, ooc!saiki kusuo, kamisato ayato, KAEYA ALBERICH

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Strawberry Daifuku - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x fem!Reader AU: college!AU Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 3 144 Summary: Suga plans to confess to you the day before Valentine’s Day, but the conversation takes a different turn A/N: I know, usually chocolates are given on Valentine’s Day, not Daifuku (filled mochi), but I made some today for the first time so…

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Sugawara Kōshi was not entirely sure why he felt like a complete fool, standing in front of your door, and yet hesitating to ring. It was the thirteenth of February, just one day before Valentine’s Day, and while he knew that on Valentine’s Day the girls were supposed to confess, he felt like he actually couldn’t stand bottling up his feelings even one day more. Especially when he was placing his bets on you confessing first.

Would he even have a chance with you?

It was weird, he had known you for three years already, having met you at the entrance exams to the university. You had talked then, and when you had bumped into one another at the orientation a few months later, it felt like you both had chosen the other as your ride-or-die. After that it hadn’t taken Sugawara long to fall for you. It had crept in on him since day one, he realized, and the following years he had tried his best to keep his feelings in check.

But what were you feeling for him? He wasn’t sure.

He knew you considered him as one of your closest friends, so there was definitely the risk of losing this friendship if he confessed and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But then again, you were both finished with your third year of university. The next year would barely consist of classes, instead you’d both focus on your part-time jobs. You already had a job-offer lined up for after graduation, and Sugawara was aiming to join the masters-degree in one year before starting to work as a teacher. That meant, in the next year you’d both be busy, you’d both drift apart. You might never again be as close to each other as right now, so this felt like the last possible moment to tell you the truth.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow and the chance that maybe you would confess. Not that he thought you might. You didn’t exactly act like you were interested in him in that way.

Admittedly, he also didn’t know what you acted like when you were interested in someone. In the three years of your friendship, he had never once seen you express any sort of interest in anyone. Which, as foolish as it was, had always given him the hope, that he might have a chance to worm himself into your heart after all.

The person brushing past him in the stairwell on their way downstairs tore him out of his thoughts. Still feeling incredibly foolish, he exhaled with a sigh and pressed the doorbell. The ringing could be heard through the door, and a moment later the sound of something cluttering and muffled swearing.

Suga hid his giggle, and quickly straightened his face when he heard steps approaching the door. A moment later it swung open, revealing you, dressed in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and an apron. You only took a quick look at Suga’s face before you already turned around again.

“Come in,” you greeted, “I have something on the stove.” Aaaand you were gone again.

Quickly Suga pushed his foot into the closing door, stopping it from falling into the lock. Mumbling a quiet ‘Ojamashimasu’ as he stepped into your flat, he toed of his shoes in the genkan and followed you into the kitchen, just in time to see you pull a pot from the stovetop, and pouring the white, liquid content into a bowl.

“Cooking,” he asked, stepping closer to see what you were making.

“Uhm, not really. Making chocolates,” you corrected, taking a whisk, and beginning to stir. That was when Suga spied the carton of cream and the empty chocolate bar wrappers on the counter.

“Oh, for tomorrow?” He hadn’t imagined bringing up the topic so quickly.

“What’s tomorrow?” Or not.

“Valentine’s Day…”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, mixing the cream with the melting chocolate. “You know me, I stopped giving away Valentine’s Day chocolates after middle school.”

“I just thought, you know, making chocolates on the day before Valentine’s…” Suga trailed of. “Maybe there’s someone you want to confess to.”

You chuckled amused. “I wouldn’t confess to someone just because it’s Valentine’s Day. The chances of getting rejected are just as high as every other day of the year.”

“Wait, you’ve never tried confessing to someone on Valentine’s Day?” So his chances of getting a confession from you tomorrow had never existed anyway. But also, it suddenly made him doubt that it might be a good idea to confess to you now.

“No,” you admitted, stirring the chocolate-cream mix a little harder. “I wouldn’t confess to someone unless I were fairly certain they’d reciprocate my feelings… Besides, why should I confess to someone, if they’ve can’t be bothered to confess to me any other day of the year? Apparently, they’re not interested enough in me, for me to make the effort of confessing on that one special day. If I want to confess, I might do it as well on any other day. And besides, I’ve never seen the sense in confessing just to confess. And it makes things awkward, especially if it happens between friends.”

Suga felt his heart dropping. Had you figured out his feelings for you? Was this your way of saying ‘Keep that confession and let’s pretend everything’s back to normal’?

“I think most people who confess, knowing their feelings aren’t reciprocated, do so for closure,” Suga said, wondering why his voice suddenly sounded so sharp.

You seemed to have noticed his change in tone, too, looking up from the bowl you had kept stirring.

“Yeah, of course. And if that works for them, that’s cool. Doesn’t mean it would work for me.”

Suga blinked. He felt like he had been rejected even without having confessed anything yet.

“Sooo, you’re just making chocolates for fun? Or as friendship-chocolates?”

“For fun, I doubt anyone would want to eat my chocolates,” you laughed, as if trying to dispense the suddenly tense atmosphere.

“I would,” Suga shrugged, making you look up again.

“Is that your way of saying after three years you’re finally expecting chocolates on Valentine’s Day from me,” you laughed again, raising your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Well, not expecting,” Suga defended, making you laugh even more. Oh, how he loved that sound. “Just… I wouldn’t complain.”

“Yeah, you and sweets,” you laughed. “But friendship-chocolates are usually store-bought, right? Wouldn’t it be weird to give you homemade ones?”

“I don’t care, chocolate is chocolate,” Suga mumbled, but he couldn’t deny that getting to eat something you had made would mean more to him than getting something he could as well have bought for himself in the store. “I mean, all you have to do is say ‘Those are friendship-chocolates’ and the other person knows what’s going on, right?”

“I guess so,” you agreed, grabbing the bowl you had been stirring the chocolate in, and emptying the contents into a prepared form, laid out with baking paper. “Aw man, this is not turning out nice.”

Suga couldn’t help the giggle that slipped over his lips as he watched you try to smooth down the surface of the chocolate in the baking tray, but it kept sticking to the knife you were using, creating waves, and refusing to smooth down.

“Oh, by the way, why did you drop by?”

Right, there had been a very specific reason. When he had stepped into your small flat, he had been very certain he would finally have the courage to confess his feelings for you. But now…?

The conversation of the past minutes had taken any confidence he had had. Not only was he more convinced than ever that you didn’t like him back, but you had also made it quite clear, that you would think it would make things awkward if someone confessed to you, who you didn’t feel the same way about. And suddenly he felt like it would be best to lie, as usual, while also trying to make his escape as quickly as possible.

“Oh, no reason really,” he answered, but there was one thought in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t get rid of. “Do you really think, someone who truly likes you, wouldn’t confess just because they can’t be bothered?”

“Well, no, of course not,” you sighed, still fighting a silent battle with the chocolate. “It takes tremendous amounts of courage to confess. And perhaps the person thinks just like me, that it’s not worth confessing if they’re not sure I like them. But if they aren’t sure I like them, it’s probably because I don’t. Because I’m really bad at hiding when I like someone, so if I did, they probably would have noticed very quickly. Why do you ask?”

Giving up the fight with the chocolate, you stood up straight, giving Suga a long look as if you expected him to say something. It felt like the way you were looking at him caused something inside of him to tense, all these feelings he had buried deep inside his chest for so long.

Couldn’t you avert your gaze? It was driving him crazy, made him feel like you were reading deep in his soul, laying bare all his well-kept secrets. And then it was too much. Just a minute ago he had decided against telling you the real reason for his visit, and now-

“The real reason I came here today was to tell you that I’ve been in love with you for the past three years.” The words came over his lips so quickly and fluently, he didn’t even know how the phrase had formed in his mind, and before he could quite register the surprised expression in your eyes, or the way your mouth dropped into a tiny “o”, or the way your breath hitched, he continued. “I know you think it will make things awkward, and it probably will. But I owe it to myself to be honest about the way I feel, and I’ve lied to myself for long enough, telling myself it’s okay to just have you as a friend until you eventually fall in love with someone and get together with them. But the truth is, I couldn’t stand that pain. I still value as a friend, but until I’ve dealt with these feelings, it wouldn’t be fair, not to either of us, to continue like this. Sorry.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, not wanting to hear those fateful words of ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’, he quickly turned around, slipped into his shoes, not bothering to put them on properly, and escaped through the front door. It really felt like an escape, out of that small room of yours that smelled so nicely of chocolate and the laundry detergent you used and your shampoo. Out of that room that seemed to close in on him with every second that the realization increased that he’d never get to call himself yours. Just out of that room. And away from you.

The door was already falling into it’s lock when you called for him, your voice carrying something akin to panic, but Suga ignored you, just sprinted down the steps, grabbed his bike and made sure he got home as quickly as possible, hoping nobody would see his quivering lip or the tears on his cheeks.

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Suga tried to call Daichi at last half a dozen times before he turned off his phone, unable to see your name appearing on the screen again and again as you tried calling him. Daichi was probably still at work, so he couldn’t answer, Suga reminded himself, as he buried himself in the blankets on his bed, turning on some anime he had watched over the past few weeks. Outside it had gotten dark quickly after he had returned home, and eventually he had fallen asleep to the noise of the show still running on the small screen of his laptop.

The next morning was, much to Suga’s dismay, bright and sunny. The weather had quickly taken a warm turn after the cold of January, plum blossoms already blooming on the trees he could see from the window in his dorm. Yesterday around this time, he had still imagined what it would be like to take you out for a date today. Nothing grand, maybe buy some cake at the small bakery at the corner, or at the convenience store, take a blanket and sit in the sun at the side of the river. But now the good weather did nothing but annoy him, so he pulled the curtains closed and tried to ignore the world outside. Which worked quite well, until the doorbell rang around noon. Wondering whether he had forgotten about an online order he had made, he got up and opened the door, only to come face to face with you.

You were nervous, he could tell that from even just a glance. Yesterday he had not only been disappointed and sad, but also angry, more at himself than anyone else. But now, with a bit of distance to his outbreak the day before, it was easier to stay calm.

“Happy Valentine’s,” you smiled shyly, avoiding his eyes, as you held out a small box to him. It was one of those cute Valentine’s Day paper boxes he had seen in the 100yen shop for the past weeks.

“Uhm…,” awkwardly Suga stood in the door, before hesitantly taking the box from you. “Wanna come in?”

“Are you sure?”

It felt like a stab to the heart. How had he managed to make you feel anything but welcome in his home in the span of a few minutes yesterday afternoon?

“Yeah, I mean…”

He stepped aside, holding the door open for you. You mumbled the usual greeting as you took off your shoes and stepped into the small, single room apartment.

“I tried making strawberry Daifuku. Emphasis on tried,” you explained, standing around a little helplessly. Suga motioned for you to sit down on one of the cushions of his small table on the floor. “I couldn’t find any red bean paste though, so I made them with chocolate cream.”

“You made them yourself,” Suga wondered, placing the small box on the table, and fetching two plates from the shelf above the sink.

“They’re for valentine’s day after all. So, I thought I might as well put in some effort. They’re kind of ugly though, just saying. Well, not ugly, they just look… authentically handmade.”

Suga giggled at your comment, placing the plates down on the table and fetching a bottle of milk tea and two classes.

“I thought you weren’t in the habit of handing out friendship-chocolates,” he teased. Sure, it kind of hurt, knowing you had rejected him yesterday, although technically you had never phrased it. He was just infinitely glad, that he hadn’t completely destroyed your friendship. “Or friendship-Daifuku, I guess.”

“No, I’m not,” you answered, and the suddenly tense tone made Suga freeze mid-motion, making him look up at you. “Those are not friendship-chocolates.”

“What?”

“They’re just… ordinary Valentine’s Day chocolates. The kind you give to the person you like, to confess to them. Because that’s what I’m here for. To tell you that I like you and have liked you a lot for a long time and- yeah. That’s why I’m here anyway.” You exhaled shakily, still not looking up at Suga, who stood like frozen half-way between the fridge and the table you were seated at.

He blinked a few times, trying to make your words make sense in his head. You liked him?

“Why didn’t you just say that yesterday,” he asked the first thought that popped into his mind.

“I tried,” you defended, finally looking up at him, and could see how close you were to bursting into tears. “I tried, but you just ran away and then wouldn’t answer my calls! And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me after that…”

Suga swallowed thickly, walking the rest of the way over to you, crouching down besides you and placing the glasses down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot and confessing in such an undignified manner. And then running away before giving you the chance to answer. I messed up big time.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not. It’s really not. But unfortunately, I can’t change how much of an idiot I was in the past, so let me make it up to you? We can go for a walk, take the tea and the Daifuku, sit in the park for a bit and talk? If you’d like, that is.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, a smile finally tucking at your lips.

“Sounds like a date,” you teased, making his heart skip a beat.

“I was hoping for it to be one,” Suga grinned, standing back up.

He already knew exactly which spot in the park he wanted to take you to. Not the one underneath the plum blossoms. The grass there was in the shade, and without the sun it wouldn’t be warm enough for the thin jacket you were wearing. Instead, he’d take you to the other side of the river, that was in full early spring sun, from where you’d have a perfect view on the blossoms. And when you had eaten the treats which you had made and drunk the tea he would bring, he’d tell you again how much he liked you. Properly this time, without the annoyance and impatience in his voice, only with affection and warmth. Because you deserved nothing less than that.

Holding his hand out to you, he helped you off the floor, but didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles that made both of your cheeks heat up.

When he pulled away, he quickly busied himself with throwing on a cardigan and pushing the bottle of milk tea he was still holding into one of the pockets before he grabbed the box of treats you had made for him and held his other hand out for you again. After a moment’s hesitation, you placed your own in his, watching as he closed his fingers around yours gently.

“Let’s go,” he smiled, guiding you out of the apartment, locking the door behind you. As he was walking down the stairs, the first box of sweets he had ever gotten for a Valentine’s Day in one hand, your hand in the other, he couldn’t wait to turn the rest of the day into the best first date either of you would have ever been able to imagine.

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[sugawarassoulmate]

sugawara would be so ANNOYING. you could have the prettiest, sexiest lingerie and never be able to use them cause suga keeps pouncing on you when you're wearing a big t-shirt and house shorts 😭

you're feeling certified Unsexy™ while scrolling through tiktok on the couch and stuffing your face with chips. and here comes suga sneaking up behind you to massage your shoulders.

"hey, baby" he coos in That voice that he only uses when he's in the mood.

"really? now?" you ask, gesturing towards how messy you look at this very moment — the dorito dust coating your mouth, your leg hair that hasn't been shaved in weeks, and the rat's nest that is your hair.

but suga doesn't really care cause either way you'll look gorgeous to him when he bends you over the couch and fucks you stupid on his fat cock.

"that's my pretty girl," he says in between thrusts. "you look good to me in anything, baby."

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[piichuu]

♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

FEATURING: sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort (ish), fluff, gn!reader

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

“let’s not fight anymore, the couch must be uncomfortable for you to sleep on,” your boyfriend speaks as his hand is gently put on your shoulder. he has been sitting on the floor, right by the couch for a couple of minutes now, but this is the first time he speaks up. you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go to sleep in such an uncomfortable place, especially not after a fight. “we don’t have to talk about it right now, i just want you to come to bed so you’ll have a good nights sleep. if you don’t want to cuddle, we don’t have to, just don’t sleep out here.”

sugawara begins to brush his fingers through your tangled hair and sighs, waiting for you to reply or move. it takes a little bit, but you eventually begin to sit up, now looking down at the man who is still sitting on the floor, wearing the pajamas he put on hours ago. “there you are. come on, let’s head to bed,” he reaches his hand out for you to take which you do, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom where the two of you lie down without you saying a word to one another.

he watches as you get under the covers and once again turn your back to him, so he strokes your arm gently. “i’m sorry for earlier, sweetheart. it’s been a long week for the both of us and we aren’t in our right minds. just know that i’m not mad at you for anything, it may have seemed like it earlier, but i promise you that it was stress that has been built up by my co-workers, not you,” sugawara explains as he eventually moves his hand away from you so you’ll get the space you need.

as you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes and attempts to fall asleep. the two of you usually never go to sleep without solving a fight, but he won’t force you to try and talk to him either, knowing that it might just cause the frustration to grow. so he tries his best, hoping he’ll wake up in the morning and be able to talk to you, but he can’t sleep like this, not knowing whether you’re mad at him or not. those thoughts are however put to sleep as you finally wrap your arms around his middle and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to fight.”

a slight smile spreads over his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “we’re good, baby. let’s just go to sleep together now. i love you.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he sighs when he finds you already sleeping on the couch, not having spoken to him since he went to take a shower in hopes to rid of all the frustration and stress that’s been taking over for the last couple of days. volleyball practices have become more as him and his team are about to go into a tournament in just two days, so the stress has truly gotten to him, but also to you. he’s aware of the fact that you’re stressed about not being able to come with him for his upcoming games due to school work, so you try to spend as much time with him as possible, but it’s difficult when he’s barely home.

kageyama wants to be with you more than anything in the entire world, but the time often flies away when he’s practicing and the time for you decreases into only a few hours at night when you’re already asleep. when you wake up in the morning, he’s either making a quick breakfast for himself and gives you a kiss goodbye before leaving or he’s already left without a word. he’s never able to wake up beside you nor come home when you aren’t asleep.

today he was tired after hours of practicing and even though he had been looking forward to seeing you as he would finally get home a little earlier, he didn’t expect himself to be met by you with tears in your eyes as you begged for him to stay home the next day so the two of you could spend time together before he had to leave. it wasn’t possible, not now when it’s only a few days left until the tournament, his coach would kill him.

so here he is, standing by the couch, contemplating every single life choice he’s made. what did he even do to deserve someone who keeps trying when he is barely ever there? how come you stay when you never get to talk to him? he certainly doesn’t know, but something he does know is of his love for you. “i’m sorry,” he whispers while laying down behind you on the couch. his arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. “i’m gonna come up with something to spend time with you before i leave, i swear. i love you so much, so so much. i wish i could be a with you all the time…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

he sits on the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions while looking at you who’s already sleeping. you would be in bed if it wasn’t for him and his stubbornness. ushijima injured his arm during his last practice and had been told by doctors not to work out for at least a month, but how did you find him when you got home from work? carrying weights back to their place as if he had just been training. how could you not scold him when he was risking his own arm getting even worse?

at first, he wasn’t agreeing to anything you said as he kept on saying that it wasn’t a big deal and that “it doesn’t even hurt anymore”. but as you only became more furious about the fact that he wouldn’t listen and then went to sleep on the couch instead of in bed with him, he slowly but surely began to understand that he was in fact making his arm worse. you had the right to be worried, but ushijima had no right being so stubborn.

“i’m really sorry for not listening to you,” your boyfriend mumbles as he searches for your hand to hold, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i won’t work out again until the doctors tell me that it’s okay, i promise. it was stupid of me to not listen to either them or you,” he sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, drowning in his own stupidity until he can hear you stir.

“you always make me worry about you so much, you’re so stupid,” you mumble while sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “next time i find you like that, i might actually commit a crime,” usuijima chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “i won’t do it again, i swear. i will listen to your worries from here on out.”

he eventually climbs onto the couch and wraps his arms around your waist. “i hope your arm doesn’t hurt too much now,” you mumble, stroking his hair. ushijima shakes his head and flashes you a soft smile. “it doesn’t, thankfully. thank you for looking out for me, darling.”

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[moonswolfie]

When you lose your wedding ring

Ft. Various haikyuu boys🤭

decided to try my hand at these little texting scenarios hehe

KUROO, Osamu, Suna

Bokuto, LEV, Hinata

Iwaizumi, SUGAWARA, Aran

KITA, Ushijima, Akaashi

Tsukki, Oikawa, ATSUMU

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[tootiecakes234]

No plot, just smut. MDNI

Men who get off on your pleasure are my faves🤤

The ones that have making you cum down to a science. He’s learned what turns you on. Like those soft kisses on your neck, or a really good massage after you get home. Takes his time with you. Wants you all needy for him.

Will strip you down and remain totally dressed himself cuz tonight isn’t about him. It’s about you. He wants every hitch in your breath, every moan, every whimper.

Kisses you up down and all around. Leave no spot untouched. Makes sure to pay extra attention to your nipples because he knows how sensitive they are and how wet and sticky it makes you when he suckles at them. And once he has you gasping and begging for more, only then does he venture south.

And baby once he gets down there and gets comfortable…. Good luck. He teases at first. Light touch and kisses. Getting a good view of the mess you’ve already made before he’s even really gotten his hands on you. All you can do is lay there and try to arch your hips at him but there is no rushing when he’s likes this.

He will eventually take pity on you. Lapping at you, tongue fucking you, sucking on that pretty clit of yours. At this point his self control has snapped(I mean how could it not when you were making all those pretty noises just for him) and he is rutting his own hips against the mattress. You’ve got him harder than he’s ever been but he doesn’t have the hands to even think about himself. Not when one is holding you down and the other is 3 fingers deep inside you.

He’s lost track of how many times you’ve cum. He’s covered in your juices, the bed is soaked and both of you are a sweating mess. You’re so spent you can’t take anymore and you literally have to beg him to give you a break.

He loves this part. Looking at you while you’re completely spent. When you don’t have the energy to be embarrassed about the way you look or the mess you’ve made for him. He gets his dick really close to you and jacks off looking at you. It doesn’t take him long considering he was minutes away from cumming in his pants. He ends up coming all over your stomach.

After you’ve both had time to calm down he does run you both a bath and replaces the sheets on the bed.

Characters all aged up: Megumi Fushiguro, Kirishima Eijirou, Reiner Braun, Sanji, Kakashi Hatake, Tengen Uzui, Yuta Okotsu, Nanami Kento, Hawks, Sugawara Koshi, And of your faves

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[lunamochii]

you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

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