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educatedsimps · 2 years

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hey there!!!!

could y’all write about meian meeting his wife for the first time? like how that encounter led to them falling in love and eventually getting married? maybe like a neighbour and older brother’s friend kind of au??

thanks a bunch, hope that it’s okay for me to request!! I love your works 😍😘

Request - My Love, My Life

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Meian Shūgo x f!reader

includes: FLUFF, timeskip spoilers (kinda?), neighbour au, big brother's best friend au, engagement uwu

wc: 1.2k words!

a/n: HAHAH NO WORRIES, MY DEAR!! Thank you for this cute and fluffy request :D came just in time cuz I was also thinking of writing something for everyone's favourite man. Hope that you'll enjoy this!! -Jo

It seemed that everywhere Meian Shūgo looked, it was always the same person captivating him.

You, his best friend's younger sister. You, his childhood friend and the adorable little princess next door. You, the plague of his life.

Meian was but a wee little boy of three when you entered the world seven days prior to his third birthday. He knows because he was having a playdate at home, with your older brother in attendance, as well as several other kindergarten friends of his.

He remembers it as clear as day. His parents were excited at the birth of a new baby in the neighbourhood, and they were also close friends of your parents. Your brother was also rushed to the hospital with your grandparents as your mother conceived you laboriously. Your father was already at your mother's side as you emerged, a baby of three point seven kilogrammes, with a pinkish hue to your pudgy little cheeks.

Meian had the opportunity to see the miracle of life at the age of three. Although he could only see you through the glass panels, he knew that he would grow to love you, and to cherish you.

You were finally a decade old.

Thirteen-year-old Meian was plagued by your presence. A tiny child of ten who often intruded into his time with your older brother, be it studying simple geometry or playing computer games, you were always there.

Back then, your voice was rather annoying, Meian would think. He was rather glad that he had younger brothers. They didn't speak as much, or scream or squeal as much.

Despite all that, Meian always knew that he had a soft spot for you. He could never say no to you, nor ignore you like an older brother would.

But, that's who he's supposed to be, right? Just another older brother of yours though the both of you were technically unrelated by blood?

He was barely a teenager, still considered a young boy.

He would wait until he's older to think about all that.

Meian had made his decision. He would avoid you as much as he could from now on.

You had blossomed into a bright young lady at the age of seventeen. Every time he saw you, inexplicable emotions would rouse within him, making him feel vulnerable and partially hopeless.

He was now a boy of twenty, a university student with a scholarship in volleyball. He had plans to become a professional volleyball player. And if that didn't work out, he could bounce back on his double degrees of accountancy and business.

He couldn't imagine that other life though. Sitting behind a screen in some fancy office doing paperwork. Boring, mundane stuff.

He recalls an interesting encounter with you in his third year of university.

He was seated in a café near school, earphones plugged into his ears while he was typing out digits on an Excel spreadsheet. He hadn't even noticed your presence until you tugged his headphones out in a most unladylike manner.

The sun's rays were highlighting the floral patterns of your summer dress and the distinct brown of your plaited hair. And then, he saw you frown.

Uh oh.

"Why have you been avoiding me? It's the holidays but you've yet to come say hi. Is it because of school? Or did you have an argument with my brother? Or are you mad at me? Cuz if you are, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry and I just want things to go back to normal," you said that all in one breath.

Meian merely adjusted his spectacles while absorbing all the questions you'd suddenly bombarded him with.

Then, it hit him. You were now twenty. You were now in university.

You were now right in front of him.

"Y- y/n? What are you doing here?" Meian's confused expression and mildly amused smile unravelled something within you. The corners of his lips had tilted upward, a glint of pleasant surprise evident in his eyes.

Fiddling with the sleeves of your floral sundress, you settled into the grey armchair across Meian and took a deep breath. "Actually, I- I have something to tell you," Meian watched as you trembled slightly beneath his gaze.

Your lips were rosy from how much you were nibbling on them. Meian had noticed that. Now thinking of taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly, Meian sighed as he removed his spectacles, his attention now set entirely upon you.

You weren't looking at his face. You were nervous, was what he had deduced. You eventually looked up and glanced into his eyes, your pupils sparkling with newfound confidence, cheeks pink as cherry blossoms. "I love you. And I have, since our childhood. I- I actually had a whole speech on how I could have said this to you, but just seeing you again after so long... It made me forget the words I had planned to say." "I know that you probably see me as, well, a younger sister, but I don't see you as an older brother. I see you as the kind boy who had helped me in all my years of life, a confidant of mine, and someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I know that you'll be graduating soon, and you may not reciprocate my feelings for you, but I just wanted to tell you first lest I lost my opportunity to do so after you've left uni." Meian took approximately three seconds to digest everything you had just said.

Then he stood up, arms stretched out to bring you into his warm embrace. Now that he had you, he'll never let go of you ever again. That was his conviction, as he gazed lovingly into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours. I love you too.

It's been three years since Meian has gone pro and your final year of university.

Three years of dating with a lifetime's worth of memories shared between the two of you. It had been a wild ride for the both of you, Meian thought in hindsight. Glancing once again at the engagement ring he had gotten for you, he grinned before sliding the tiny box back into his pocket.

Today was the day he had first met you - your birthday.

Glancing back into your childhood home where you and your family members and close friends were conversing excitedly at your small, intimate birthday bash, he made his way back to your side.

All you could visualise was Meian getting onto one knee in his immaculate tux, large hands opening a small velvet box as an intricate diamond ring was revealed to you. Exuberant cheers sounded all around you before Meian opened his mouth to ask,

"Will you marry me, my love?"

Of course, you said yes! to him.

I love you, Meian Shugo, my love and my life.

PS: sorry this took so long but thank you for your patience, anon :”)) we love you so much! We've all been super busy with school but I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter after so long :) - Jo and Lyssa (p.s. sorry, was in emo mode while typing this out -Jo)

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educatedsimps · 2 years

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coming home to you

dad!Miya Atsumu x fem!reader

genre: FLUFF, also slight suggestiveness because it’s atsumu (duh)

includes: kids (like, four of them), reader’s called mommy, Miya Twin Chaos 2.0, a baby angel and a feisty little sis

wc: 1.8k

a/n: heyyy it’s Lyssa :) this is my first (short) fic ever and i apologise for any errors or mistakes :”) this was purely self-indulgent ‘cause i was having dad!atsumu brainrot at 2am one night and thought it would be cute to write it out. hope you like it and please do leave a comment on what you thought! feedback is appreciated <3

PS: reader has four kids with atsumu, twin boys (6), a girl (3) and another little boy (2). also recommended that you read the character intro (coming soon!) in the AU1 masterlist before reading but it’s not compulsory :)

sighing, you unlocked the door to your home and stepped inside, noting that all the toys were kept neatly and the dishes were done and dried. the dining table was clear of the usual clutter and only a standing lamp next to the sofa was left turned on. it gave a warm glow to the cozy apartment you shared with your husband and four kids.

after setting your bags atop the dining table, you went upstairs to the twins' bedroom, hoping to see your rambunctious twin boys knocked out cold for the night.

you opened the door as quietly as you could and peeked inside. the twin beds were perfectly made, without a sign of anyone having been there earlier. confused, you went further down the hall to your daughter's bedroom. it was also empty, her blankets and pillows untouched.

you stepped back into the hallway. it was eerily quiet. having a set of twin boys who were exactly like their father and uncle meant that it was never quiet in the house, and neither did having two toddlers.

slightly worried, you padded over to yours and Atsumu's shared bedroom and opened the door. you peeked inside.

there, you found your beloved husband, Miya Atsumu, curled up on the king-sized bed with three of your kids. the twins, Ryūjin and Ryōta, and their little sister Atsukō settled around their father among their nest of pillows and blankets.

Atsumu was reading them a story, using an animated voice and wild hand gestures. the children giggled whenever he slipped on a word or read something wrongly. little Akira was already fast asleep in his crib next to the bed.

a warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you watched your family from the doorway.

"...and the tiger went ROaRrR-" Atsumu stopped and looked up from the book when he noticed you leaning against the doorframe. his eyes softened when he saw you, suddenly filled with so much love and admiration. it made your heart skip a beat even after so many years of having seen the same look in his eyes.

Ryūjin, Ryōta and Atsukō looked at their father with curious eyes, wondering why he stopped. then they followed his gaze to your figure standing at the entrance of the bedroom.

"MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Atsukō squealed, jumping out of bed and barreling her tiny three-year-old body in your direction. her older brothers weren't far behind.

you stumbled back as you were nearly knocked over by three of your children hugging your torso and legs. Atsumu desperately shushed them in fear of waking up your youngest son.

"MOM, Ryō borrowed my extra shoes for volleyball practice today and got them dirty!" Ryūjin, the older six-year-old twin, practically exclaimed in your face.

"DID NOT! it was already dirty because you can never keep anything of yours clean!" Ryūjin's identical twin brother, Ryōta, retorted.

"YES, I CAN-"

"SHUT UP!" came a higher pitched voice from behind the boys.

"can you two just stop screaming for two seconds? do you wanna wake Aki-chan up?" Atsukō whisper-yelled. she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke firmly to her two older brothers. her cheeks were slightly puffed as she pursed her lips. she took her job as Akira's older sister very seriously. you had to resist the overwhelming urge to coo at her adorable expression.

her big brothers sheepishly scratched the backs of their necks upon hearing her words, blushing an adorable pink.

Atsukō really was like her friend, Bokuto Yua. they both understood the pains of growing up with obnoxious older brothers, and having to do damage or violence control more often than not. but compared to Yua, Atsukō was slightly more outspoken.

it was a common occurrence for Atsukō to have to yell at her brothers to stop their petty fights, or, on rare occasions, join their squabble. Yua, on the other hand, often had an authoritative and slightly intimidating aura when dealing with her three brothers. instead of shouting at them to stop, she'd simply pull them apart with the help of an adult (since she's tiny) and speak to each of them sternly.

Yua’s basically a mini Akaashi dealing with multiple mini Bokutos on a daily basis.

it was honestly quite adorable watching a stubborn but sweet little girl like Atsukō play and interact with a more composed child like Yua.

Atsukō sighed, shaking her tiny head before waddling over to you.

"mommy, how was your day?" she asked you in a much sweeter tone. her golden brown eyes looked up at you along with a pearly white smile that made you want to smOosh her cheeks together.

you kneeled in front of her her, chuckling lightly. "thanks for asking, ‘Tsukō. my day went great, sweetie." you pecked her forehead before turning to your sons to give them each a kiss on their cheeks.

"c'mon kids, give your mom some space. she's tired, aight?" Atsumu came over from his seat on the bed, ushering the kids back towards the bed as you stood back up. he approached and swiftly caught your lips in a sweet kiss, the words “welcome home, my love" conveyed to you through the tender kiss.

it was a short kiss but it was just as meaningful as every other one you’ve shared with him. you sighed softly into the kiss as his rough palm caressed the side of your face.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," came a chorus of kids' voices from behind him. fake gagging sounds could be heard too. Atsumu pulled away, huffing.

"please, it’s not like you’ve never seen yer folks kiss before. it’s gettin' late, back to yer rooms, you little nincompoops," Atsumu chided. the trio grumbled and shuffled past you into their respective bedrooms after saying goodnight.

"i'll give you your goodnight kisses later, okay? let me take a shower first," you called out to them, laughing at your family's antics.

"i’ll get those monkeys to bed first. you go ahead, darlin'. i'll join ya later," your husband winked, giving you an all-too-familiar smirk. you slapped his arm gently.

"can't a woman take one shower without it getting steamy?" you scoffed. truth be told, you've never minded taking showers with Atsumu. but you weren't gonna let him know that.

"nope," Atsumu popped the "p" sound, shaking his head before whispering in my ear, "also, that pencil skirt looks great, love. but I'm sure you'll look even better without it."

he smirked again.

you blushed at his words.

damn that stupid smirk.

he practically sauntered over to the twins' room after that, leaving you a hot blushing mess outside the bedroom.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you towel-dried your hair and stepped out of the bathroom just as Atsumu walked into your shared bedroom.

"dammit, y/n, must you take such quick showers all the time? i just got those three to bed! we never take showers together anymore," he whined, dragging out the last syllable.

"must you take so long to get them to fall asleep?" you countered, shooting him a smirk of your own.

before he could react, you walked over to your youngest son's crib next to the bed.

“hi, baby," you cooed softly, bending down to gently caress Akira's small face. his skin was soft and smooth to the touch, and he looked so angelic, sleeping peacefully in his small crib. he was ethereal.

(Jo, squealing: HIS CHEEKS LOOK LIKE MOCHI)

Atsumu came up behind you and rubbed his hands up and down the sides of your arms, breathing in the scent of your damp hair. your back was flush against his built chest as his lips brushed over your temple.

you never realised how much you missed these quiet moments together.

"he looks like you," Atsumu mumbled into your ear, his muscular arms slowly making their way around your torso.

"yeah... Atsukō looks like you, though," you mused. he hummed in acknowledgement.

"but the twins are perfect mix of both of us," Atsumu grinned, finally engulfing you in a huge hug. you laughed.

you turned around and lazily draped your arms over his shoulders, fingers tickling the dark roots at the base of his neck. you looked into his eyes and saw that same mix of admiration, mischief, happiness and so, so much love.

if Osamu were here, he'd probably be puking his guts out, seeing his brother give you googly heart-eyes. you chuckled at the thought.

"thank you, for givin’ me everything i could ever have asked for," Atsumu whispered. his warm breath fanned your cheek and he touched your foreheads together, his nose lightly bumping into yours. he closed his eyes, basking in the moment between you two.

your heart fluttered uncontrollably.

"you know, even after all these years, you still manage to give me crazy butterflies," you whispered, giggling. his eyes jolted open as he leaned back to look at me.

"oh yeah? i give ya kids, too, y’know," he playfully added.

"trust me, i know," you chortled.

before you could say anything else, though, he pushed you backwards and flopped your bodies in the middle of your huge bed. you yelped just as your back hit the airy mattress.

he braced himself with his forearm as he hovered over you, slowly trailing kisses from your ear to your jaw.

"then, how 'bout we have another one?" he asks, not once stopping his actions. you snorted, lightly pushing him off, only to see him giving you a huge pout.

"Taumu, we just had Akira less than two years ago. i don't think we'll be able to handle another one. or two," you shook your head.

before he could protest, you leaned up to give him a kiss. he kissed back, as always, but his lips still formed an adorable pout.

now you see why you’re soft for Atsukō's pout. she looks just like her father.

atsumu sighed and rolled off of you, but only to pull you closer not two seconds after pulling the duvet over yourselves.

he wrapped his arms around you tightly. his face snuggled into the crook between your neck and shoulder.

"i know you want a big family, Tsumu, but how about we grow this one first, before we think of having a whole volleyball team of kids, hm?" you giggled. he grumbled under his breath. "besides, my body can only take so much. and I don't think Samu would appreciate having to babysit so many Miyas almost every week."

"i guess you’re right..."

"i love you, y/n," he mumbled. "i love you so, so much." he gave your shoulder another kiss before entangling your legs together under the sheets.

"i love you too, Tsumu," you yawned, before slowly drifting off into a comfortable and restful sleep in the arms of the man you love. the man you built a home and a family with.

work could be draining and being an adult could be frustrating at times. it’s not fun, sure, but with a husband and family like that? you really couldn't have asked for more.

a/n again: hehe sorry, my writing really isn’t that good, i wrote this a while back but i hope you got the gist of this one-shot! go check out the rest of our tumblr if you haven’t already! it’s pretty chaotic interesting ;)

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educatedsimps · 2 years

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heyyy I wanted some angst so here I am :))))

okay, dad Oikawa disappearing after flying overseas to another country for a competition. he’s been missing for nearly a year and his wife and kids back home in Japan have been watching the news but no one has found him since his last competition

i wanna shed some tears i’m ready :D

request - my love, where are you?

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timeskip!Oikawa Tōru x f!reader

includes: timeskip spoilers lol, *ANGSTTT* bolded italicized highlighted asterisked so don’t enter unless you’re ready to cry, parenting au, mentions of cheating, also christmas-ish vibes (jo when you beta read this lmk if u cried LOL)

wc: uh

a/n: hey there! i want some angst too, so here we go >:) i've never written for Oikawa before but this was a pretty intriguing prompt so i hope i did it justice. a huge ass thank you to Yves for helping me write more than half of this fic since i’ve been stuck on it for the longest time. anyway, enjoy the fic and do lmk what you thought of it <3 -lyssa

"I'll be back before you know it, my queen. And you, too, my princess," he added, bending down to hug your eleven-year-old daughter. She giggled and kissed his cheek.

The airport was crowded. People from all walks of life, with different destinations in mind, were all milling about you and your little family. You and your children were there to send him off. He would only be away for two weeks - three, if they made it to the world finals.

"I'll miss you, Daddy," she said.

"I'll miss you too, Princess," he replied, unshed tears brimming his beautiful brown eyes. He turned to you and planted yet another kiss on your soft lips, then he leaned down to kiss the little boy clinging onto your leg.

His teammate called him over soon enough, and he reluctantly pried himself away from his beloved wife and children, grabbing his luggage and carry-on items.

Jogging over to his team, they checked in and eventually made their way to the lounge to wait for their flight. He turned to wave back at you and your kids, your daughter vigorously waving back with one hand while the other clung onto your leg. You blew a kiss to him, which he caught and returned to you.

That was almost a year ago, and the last time you or your kids had seen of him.

"Kiyo-chan, do you want to come with mommy and Onee-san to get the Christmas cake?" you bent down to meet the height of your young son.

The six-year-old shook his head. "I wanna be there when Santa Claus comes.” He pointed towards the bottom of the glistening Christmas tree, where the presents would usually reside.

You nodded and ran your fingers through his soft brown hair, the same colour as his father’s. Your son’s hair had a much rougher texture because he wouldn't use any conditioner despite your incessant nags to use it. You placed a light kiss on his forehead.

You and your daughter waved back at him as you stepped out the front door and into your car.

"Mommy," Your daughter called.

"Yes, Erina?" Your eyes are still fixed on the road as you continue to drive to the mall.

"Will Daddy be back for Christmas this year?"

He hadn't been around for a whole year. Missed Kiyo’s kindergarten graduation, Erina’s first solo with Japan's Youth Orchestra, and your 15th Wedding Anniversary, to name a few.

Even you couldn't believe that a whole year had passed.

Erina’s hazelnut eyes widened to give you the best puppy-eyes she could muster. You chuckled, finally understanding why your husband could rarely say no to your daughter when she pleaded.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie, but no. You know he’s busy in Argentina,” You sighed.

That was all your could tell your daughter. You couldn't bear to tell her the truth. That her father had been missing in Argentina since his last game the previous year.

The child looked back at the snowy roads, trying her best not to feel sad. You couldn't blame your daughter for it. You knew that it wasn't good for Tooru to be gone for this long, especially since Erina would be approaching her teenage years the coming spring.

You didn't like the idea of your children growing up without a father at such a crucial age. You weren't exactly holding up well as a new 'single parent' either, but it was only for the time being, right?

You could still remember having to face the press last year when the Argentina Volleyball Association first announced that a fellow player could not be found, and a large-scale manhunt for your husband started.

The flashing lights from the cameras, the never-ending questions from reporters all intimidated you. You was never quite one for the spotlight.

His current and old teammates and friends reached out to you, telling you to ask for help if you needed it. Even Iwaizumi offed to babysit your kids every now and then, so that they could play with his kids while you took some time off for yourself.

Back at home, you had to face your mother-in-law screaming at you for stealing her son's fame, being fully convinced that you had kidnapped Tooru while your own mother wanted you to file a divorce and be with someone who wasn't - quite literally - lost.

You knew the gossip magazines theorised that he could have run away to a private island to rendezvous with another maiden, along with any other detail that could have possibly hinted at him cheating on you. You hoped they were false with ever fibre of your being.

Picking up the christmas cake was a blue and soon, you were back home with your two kids. Iwaizumi and his family arrived not long after. He had brought his wife, their two sons, Ryūjin and Eiji, and their daughter, Atsukō, over for the christmas dinner.

The sound of excited chattering and the joyous laughter from the kids echoed throughout the house. Iwaizumi and his wife asked if you were okay and how you were holding up. Conversation flowed easily with the three of you, but the undercurrent of longing and sadness was unmistakable.

Iwaizumi’s phone rang just as dinner was about to start. The children quickly quieted down, giving the man some semblance of silence in the house. He gestured for the rest of you to continue while he stepped into the living room to pick up the call.

Not a minute later, you watched as Iwaizumi slowly stepped back into the dining room, eyes wide and breathing heavily. He ran a thick hand through his spikes and let out a shaky sigh. Looking up at you with a look that could only be described as pure devastation, he whispered the words from your nightmares.

“They’ve found his body.”

a/n: I’M SORRY not really

tagging: @tearofvenus @chifemi @mysterystarz @toorusplant

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educatedsimps · 2 years

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Hewo!! Can you write a short fic for the hospital au where the reader sees Kuroo being flirted with and becomes possessive, which leads to her accidentally revealing her feelings for him??

request - hands off my boyfriend!

physiotherapist!Kuroo x neurologist!reader

includes: fluff, (a sad attempt at) crack/humour, slight possessiveness, accidental confession

wc: 1.4k (omg someone stop me)

a/n: hey there!! omg this req is so cuteee, ofc we'll write something for you <3 this fic takes place in AU7, the hospital AU. hope it's okay and that it lives up to what you requested hehe, enjoy!

You were accustomed to the usual bustling of the hospital, from babies crying to frantic doctors and beeping monitors, but you were definitely not accustomed to the sight of your coworker speaking with your crush- I mean, colleague - Kuroo Tetsuro.

Maybe it wouldn't have bothered you so much if they weren't standing. that. close. to each other.

No, y/n. You're not together. You have no right to get jealous.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your senior handing you some documents and records of one of your patients, and giving you some instructions on what to do with them. You took note of them and nodded as she walked off to tend to other wards.

Not two seconds later, your gaze returned to the pair who stood at the end of the hallway leading to the emergency staircases.

This particular wing of the hospital wasn't usually too busy, especially during lunch time, so it was normal to see fellow hospital workers interacting with one another on their way to lunch.

But it was definitely not normal for two people to stand that close to each other when having a normal conversation.

Kuroo Tetsuro was a physiotherapist who worked at the same hospital as you did. You had been working with him for the past six months as you two were in charge of the same patient, a little girl called Hana. He was her physiotherapist and you, her neurologist. She had undergone a neurosurgery that had left her lower body weakened and semi-paralysed, hence putting her in need of physiotherapy. You and Kuroo have been really proud of her progress thus far, and would often check up on her together, even keeping her company during breaks.

You and Kuroo had clicked instantly, becoming close friends despite the working environment. You had started texting each other during breaks and such, sometimes calling, too. Once in a while, he’d even give you rides home from the hospital. Unfortunately, due to both of your busy schedules, you never got the chance to hang out apart from the occasional meal at the hospital cafeteria.

That didn't stop you from garnering some sort of feelings for him, though.

Of course it didn't, you thought bitterly.

It wasn't that you didn't like liking him. You just refused to admit that you had a big fat crush on him. Periodt. (smh, y/n)

Honestly, who wouldn't have a crush on him? he was funny, bright, easy to get along with, caring, and, not to mention, a heck of a good view. (like damn, sis)

Kuroo's back was against the far wall as the shorter girl basically pressed herself against him, with only centimeters of space between their bodies. their tip of their shoes were already touching, but you noticed Kuroo subtly moving his away from hers.

It was quite comical, really. Seeing a 6'2 man blushing to the tips of his ears while shuffling uncomfortably in front of a much younger, much smaller sized woman. Her smile was so wide it could have split her tiny face in half, her voice raised a little higher than normal as she spoke to him.

You rolled your eyes.

Of course, she'd fall him. He's Kuroo Tetsuro, one of the hottest richest most successful most eligible bachelors (y/n, stop it) best physiotherapists around.

You realised that you had been staring at the scene for a bit too long, but just as you were about to turn away, his eyes met yours.

They seemed to brighten and he stood a little taller when he saw you. His eyes momentarily flickered to the nurse in front of him, who was still batting her thick lashes at him, babbling something about her favourite snack.

He looked back to you and mouthed a "HELP. ME." all while plastering a fake smile on his face.

You blinked, looking around to make sure there was no one else he could have been signalling to.

You turned back to see him scratching the back of his neck, looking even more unsettled as the nurse in front of him pressed her face impossibly closer to his.

What kind of friend would you be if you didn't at least try to save him from a creepy-touchy-feely nurse going all up in his face just to get his attention?

Then you saw her hand reach up towards his face.

It was as if it were in slow motion - his wide eyes looking up at you as the distance between his face and her hand slowly decreased.

The next thing you knew, her wrist was grasped tightly in your palm as you snarled, "hands off my boyfriend."

She stared at you for a good two seconds. You stared back.

Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as she glanced between you and Kuroo, wriggling out of your hold and sputtering out an apology before scrambling away with pink cheeks.

You watched her disappear round the corner, till her blue scrubs no longer in sight. You smirked to yourself.

"Boyfriend, eh?" came a smug voice.

Shit.

Now it was your turn to turn pink.

Oh no. This was not happening.

“Uh- I mean, you know I was trying to-,”

“Yeah- Yeah, of course. ‘Course I’m not your boyfriend…”

Y/n, what were you thinking? Now it’s gonna be embarrassing for you-

“Do you have a boyfriend, though?” Kuroo asked, eyes darting everywhere, looking at anything but you.

You should’ve gotten backlash with how fast your head snapped up at his question.

“N-no- nO, no of course not, pFFT- why would I- nahhhhhhhhhh…” you reached up to rub the back of your neck.

Wow. Smooth, y/n. Real smooth.

“Oh. So you wouldn’t mind if I was your boyfriend?” he asked slowly, scanning your face for any sort of reaction.

At this point you felt like you had shut down entirely.

He was standing so close you could smell his heavenly scent cologne. He had bent down so much so that you could feel his warm breath fan your cheeks, in contrast to the normally cold hospital air.

You shuddered.

Your heart was beating erratically in your chest, you could hear your pulse ringing in your ears and your hands were turning clammy. You almost felt a bead of sweat roll down your back.

As soon as he leaned closer, though, he stood back straight again, stripping you of any warmth from before.

“Uh, I- I gotta go for lunch, so I’ll uh… I’ll see ya around, I guess-,”

“No,” you blurted.

He blinked at you.

“I mean… No, I wouldn’t mind you being my boyfriend,” You mumbled, voice growing smaller as you spoke.

He blinked again.

Was this really happening?

You felt a warmth blossom in your chest as you watched him reach for your hand, engulfing it in his bigger one.

“I wouldn’t mind being your boyfriend, either,” he chuckled lightly, winking at you when your eyes met. You didn’t miss the red that tinted the tip of his ears.

How cute, you thought.

Giggling, you threw yourself at him. He hugged you back, holding you against his man boobies tiddies pecs chest (phew, there we go) as he rested his chin on the crown of your head. (AAAA now i want a Kuroo hug too 😭)

“Dude, finally. The flirting and the sexual tension was starting to get exhausting, you know,” you heard a gruff voice from behind you.

You pulled away from Kuroo to see another good looking man. Kuroo punched him lightly on the shoulder. The man’s name tag read “Iwaizumi Hajime, Physiotherapist”.

Ohhhh it’s the hot physio guy your friend had been telling you about for the past month or so.

“Thanks, Iwa. I’m looking forward to saying the same thing to you soon,” Kuroo smirked.

Iwaizumi chuckled, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah, I doubt it,”

He congratulated you before turning back to Kuroo.

“You got a good one, bro. Don’t forget that. I’ll see you guys around, yeah?”

After bidding your goodbyes, you and Kuroo turned to head towards the hospital cafeteria for lunch.

It wasn’t exactly the confession you had in mind - let alone one you had planned - but hey, it worked out, didn’t it?

You had better not see that stupid nurse anywhere near your boyfriend again - your actual boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsuro.

a/n: hi again, it’s Lyssa :) hope you liked the fic! and i sure hope it was what @shine-sushi had requested hehe,, again - my writing isn’t that good, i’m still learning, so feedback and tips are welcome! thank you for reading and hope you have / had a good day!! ily <3

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“let’s keep this between the two of us” + miya osamu <3

Osamu x f!Reader, Exes to lovers but angst, implied reader x Suna, implied infidelity/cheating (can y’all hear Jo crying)

"Hey."

You turned around to see him, Miya Osamu, his pretty face illuminated by the pool lights in his backyard. You were seated on one of the pool chairs, getting some air from the party going on in the Miyas' house.

"Hey to you, too. Happy birthday," you greeted back as he took a seat next to you on the long chair. He leaned his elbows against his knees, exhaling a soft but audible sigh.

"Getting some air?" he asked, turning his soft gaze towards you.

"Yeah. You?"

He nodded in response before taking a deep breath and sitting up straight. His shoulder was nearly touching yours, but you didn't remember him sitting this close to you. Not since months ago. You could faintly smell his cologne, the darting of his eyes as he fiddled with his fingers.

"I... Forget it, I shouldn't-" he started, standing up to leave but you reached out to grab his hand. He stopped and stared at you for a few hard seconds, before looking down at your hand wrapped around his wrist.

The ache in your heart could no longer be ignored. You missed him, and you would be willing to bet that he missed you just as much, if not more.

Even two months after your mutual break-up, with the both of you agreeing that it was for the best, you still found yourself reminiscing about the things you used to do together, the feelings you felt when you were with him.

You didn't know what overtook you in that moment, but you guided his palm to rest on your waist as your other hand reached up to pull him in by the collar.

His grey eyes widened in shock as the distance between your lips and his shortened by the millisecond.

The next thing you knew, you were both rendered breathless from the kiss.

A blizzard of butterflies was flurrying in your stomach. A million thoughts were running through your mind. You looked up at him to see his eyes closed, long lashes brushing his cheek. His eyes fluttered open and you felt your own heart palpitate as you gazed deeply into those eyes that you missed so, so much. You felt his heart beating rapidly beneath your palm.

He looked as if he was going to say something, before ripping himself away from you, and muttering an apology and something that sounded like "Suna should never hear of this".

"Let's keep this between the two of us, then. No one has to know." You caught yourself blurting out, suddenly reminded of your boyfriend who was in the house just several metres away. He was probably too caught up in the flurry of music and partying to realise that his best friend and girlfriend were missing.

Osamu was breathing heavily. He couldn't do this to himself. He couldn't do this to Suna. Yet he found himself giving you one last kiss on your forehead.

You heard two words leave his lips as he pulled away. The same two words he said two months ago.

"I'm sorry."

You didn't register his form turning away and slowly walking further and further away from you. You didn't register the heavy tears that threatened to spill over onto his cheeks as he pulled away from you, nor your own tears flowing down your face. But you definitely noticed how he had left you all alone and cold that winter’s night.

a/n: i'm sorry </3

tagging: @tearofvenus @scintillatingshine @sunkeiji @chifemi

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educatedsimps · 2 years

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crochet be mine? - a new take :)

timeskip!husband!atsumu x wife!reader

includes: married fluff, soft atsumu ugh my heart, also tsumu’s timeskip spoiler in case anyone doesn’t want any spoilers ??

wc: uH??? i’ll check later lmao

a/n: heyyy it’s Lyssa :) i couldn’t stop thinking about the previous request about atsumu with a reader who likes to crochet uwu so i thought i’d write another one but it’s timeskip atsumu instead, enjoy!

“Dammit, I’m out of yarn again,”

That was the first thing Atsumu heard as he stepped into the living room of your shared apartment.

It had been a long day for him, with Meian (MEIAN MEIAN MEIAN AHHHHHH *dies* -Jo) giving the team drill after drill after drill and trying to perfect the new deception trick with Shōyō and Omi. Demanding sponsors didn’t make things any better for him, either.

Atsumu was exhausted, to say the least.

He just wanted to get home, get changed, eat the dinner you had prepared for him, and cuddle with you through the night. Therefore, with only one of those things checked off his list, it took longer than expected for your words to click in his head.

“Tsumu! Welcome home, I missed you today,” You said as you walked up to him with open arms and a smile. He welcomed your hug, leaning into your touch and inhaling your scent - the familiar fragrance of home.

“Missed you too, bub,” He sighed into your shoulder.

Oh, how lucky he was to call you his.

Giving him a quick peck, you pulled away and told him to change as you went to set the table for dinner. He nodded and did as instructed, but not before stealing another kiss from you.

The two of you spoke about your day over dinner, and you left briefly to pick up the crochet beanie you had been working on recently. You showed it to your husband, a proud grin on your face as you told him about the little details about your project. He smiled fondly at you, admiring how excited you got when it came to something you enjoyed doing. He wondered if you loved the same about him. (spoiler- you did, very much <3)

“I’m thinking of making a sweater next, but I don’t have time to get any more yarn soon.”

“Oh… maybe you could make something else, then?” Atsumu suggested. Truthfully, he had no idea how crocheting worked. He only knew that you needed yarn and a hook to make something adorable like a squishy octopus figure or a warm comfy sweater.

“I could… but I really really wanted to make matching sweaters for us this year,” You pouted. Your husband chuckled softly before he stopped, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, I’ve already booked us a table at that restaurant down the street for your birthday dinner tomorrow. Since you’ll be at your friend’s place, we can meet at the diner after I’m done with training,” he suggested. You nodded, smiling brightly.

You checked the time.

7:16pm

He was supposed to meet you at the diner at 7pm for dinner, but he seemed to be running late. It was odd because he had almost never been late to any of your dates, even after marriage. Pursing your lips, you took out your phone and opened his contact, your finger hovering over the call button.

Just as you were about to press it, you heard the front door of the restaurant jingle as it opened to reveal none other than Miya Atsumu. He was decked in a tux that looked nearly too small for his build and his hair was neatly styled, a contrast to his usual messy blonde locks. In his hand was his phone and wallet, as well as a brown paper bag.

“Hey, bub, sorry I’m late,” Atsumu said, smiling sheepishly as he took a seat in the chair across the small table.

The restaurant wasn’t very full, but you and your husband still sat near a corner of the restaurant, away from other customers. The fairy lights illuminated the diner with a warm glow, as soft clinking sounds could be heard from the other diners. It was a nice place, relatively quiet and comfortable with good food, too.

“You look amazing,” Atsumu complimented. You smiled shyly, thanking him.

He handed you the paper bag and explained, “I already got you a gift beforehand, but I went to grab another one before I came here, that’s why I was late.”

“Babe, you didn’t have to,” you chuckled lightly at your husband’s words.

“Just open it!”

You opened and bag and glanced at him briefly before taking out its contents.

First, there was a small jewellery box that contained a thin silver necklace, one that you had seen online and mentioned only briefly once. On it were your initials, representing Miya Y/n. You looked at your husband and smiled. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten something custom made for you, but it still warmed your heart the same.

“Can I put it on for you?” he asked, eyes glinting with excitement and happiness. You nodded and he walked around to your side of the table before taking the necklace from you.

You silently thanked your past self for forgetting to put on a necklace, or you couldn’t have put your new one on.

“Breath-taking,” Atsumu whispered right by your ear before planting a chaste kiss (lmao, 'chaste'? Atsumu ain't chaste AHAHAHAH he gon be feral later oops -Jo) on your cheek and returning back to his seat.

You fiddled with the necklace that rested in the middle of your collarbones. The silver metal reflected the warm light in the room, your initials glinting off the surface. Your heart fluttered at the sight of your husband looking at you fondly yet again.

“Oh, and your other present-,”

“Yes, I’m getting to that right now, love,” you laughed. His excitement was almost contagious.

Opening the paper bag again, you saw six balls of yarn, the exact colours and shades you were thinking of using to make your sweaters. You looked up at him, pure delight written all over your face. His grin was so wide it could’ve split his face in half.

“Tsumu! what- how did you- is this why you came late today?” you laughed breathily.

He averted his gaze from you, rubbing his neck sheepishly as he mumbled out a “yeah…”

Before you could coo at his adorableness, he perked up, “But that was ‘cause it took me so long to find the store! I didn’t know they had three outlets in our neighbourhood alone!”

You laughed again.

“Thank you, Tsumu, I love it,”

He grinned back at you from across the table. Lightly clasping your smaller hands in his, he brought them to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of each hand.

“Anything for my love.”

That night, you stayed up late working on your new sweaters. You didn’t have work the next day, so you could stay up to crochet.

You sat comfortably on your bed, legs crossed with you husband’s head laying snugly on your lap. His hair was ruffled and a he couldn’t help the boyish grin stuck on his face as he watched you.

He asked you questions about crocheting, why you loved it so much, and if you could make more things for him. He was getting tired though, his eyelids drooping heavily by the time he asked his next question.

“Bubba… could you teach me next time?” he asked, yawning.

Fighting the urge to coo, you answered, “of course, love.” before bending down to place a kiss on his forehead. He smiled up at you with his eyes closed, dozing off not long after.

“I love you,” you whispered.

The contented smile that spread across his face told you that he had heard you.

I love you, too, bub.

a/n: okay lol kinda strayed from the original prompt bUT HEY it’s some much needed fluff so I don’t think I care 😀 hope you liked it lmao and thanks for reading!!

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Hii!! I love ur writing!! is it possible to ask for an Atsumu with reader who loves crochets and it's always making herself some clothes or accesories and him surprising her with a big pack of yarn n implements for her birthday?

request - crochet be mine?

highschool!Atsumu x f!Reader (set in AU3 sibling swap!)

includes: FLUFF, high school life (lol), puppy love (please, it's so cute)

wc:

a/n: hi dear anon! we’re really glad to hear that you enjoy our writing 🥺💕 this request was super adorable, of course we’ll write it for you! Lyssa doesn't crochet but i do, so we’ll be working together for this one (since it's an Atsumu request lol) enjoy <3

Atsumu’s POV: She's using that hook thing again. Is it another sweater? Or a cute little pendant thing? Or another octopus? Whatever it is, it's gonna be super adorable.

Like her.

She was sitting across the aisle two rows in front of me and Samu, giving me a perfect view of her side profile.

Why haven't I mustered the courage to speak to her? It's nearly the end of our junior year!

Dammit, what's wrong with you, Miya Atsumu? You've never been so nervous about talking to a girl before! Heck, you have a whole fan club and you're surrounded by cheerleaders everywhere at volleyball matches!

This should be a piece of cake to you, you idiot!

I let out a huge groan and practically slammed my head into my desk. I whined once more as my eyebrows kept knitting (lol, I'm sorry, this is just so funny to me -Jo) themselves together into a frown.

"Why do you look like crap?" I didn't even need to raise my head to know that it was my younger twin speaking to me.

"Do you know how disrespectful you are? I'm your older brother, ya idiot. OLDER BROTHER!" I practically yelled. Yeah, he was pissing me off.

The girl of my dreams was so near, yet so far. And now, I had an irritating younger twin to deal with.

"Look, man. You've been pining after Y/N since spring break. Literally everyone knows that you like her. You got so shy after she came by the gym last month! The Miya Atsumu I know doesn't get shy in front of girls!” My annoying younger twin nagged.

But, his words did get me to think again.

If I actually got as nervous as what Samu had described-

Holy crap. That means that it's actually true. I really do like her.

Samu plopped down onto his chair next to mine just as we heard a voice a distance away, groaning in frustration.

“Dang it, I’m out of yarn. Again! This is the third time this week! And this was supposed to be a gift for the other girls at our extra curricular!” It was Y/N complaining to her desk buddy, Isaji Miyuki.

Out of yarn?

“We can drop by the craft store tomorrow after school, if you’d like?” Miyuki asked. Y/N shook her head.

“I can't tomorrow. My mom’s preparing my favourite dish for my birthday and I've gotta get home fast!" Y/N responded excitedly.

Turning my head back to Samu, I elbowed him. Hard. He glared at me.

“Samu, I got it! You go ahead later after school. I've gotta run to the store real quick,” I whisper-yelled to my twin.

He looked at me suspiciously, before rolling his eyes and grumbling. “Sure, whatever."

Y/N’s POV:

A loud chorus of “Happy birthday, Y/N!” greeted me as I stepped into my classroom. Warmth bloomed in my chest as I smiled at my classmates.

I thanked everyone as I made my way over to my seat, noting that the infamous Miya Twins had yet to arrive this morning.

Jo nudged me with her elbow and gave me a pointed look.

“What?” I asked.

“Looks like someone’s disappointed that her favourite twin isn't here yet,” Miyuki teased. I flushed. Was I that obvious?

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I huffed.

“Oh, they just came in,” she murmured under her breath. Curiously, I looked up to see Osamu shuffling past my table, shooting me a small smile and another birthday greeting.

I mouthed a thanks to Osamu, just as his brother stopped right by my desk.

“H-hey, good morning, L/N-san!”

“Morning, Atsumu-san,” I replied brightly.

A boyish grin was plastered on his face. He seemed to think for a second before he quickly reached back and pulled out a brown paper bag from behind him.

“Happy birthday, Y/N. I hope you like it!” Atsumu said in a rush, holding out the paper bag in front of me. I noticed that it was from the same store I usually bought my yarn from.

Before I could thank him, the bag was pushed into my hands as he scrambled back to his seat. His ears were tinged pink.

Aww, he's adorable.

Miyuki nudged my side again and eagerly gestured for me to open the bag.

Carefully, I pried open the brown bag and peered inside. In it were five balls of yarn, their colours similar to the ones I had been using for my current project. There was also a little note placed in the bag. I took it out and read it silently to myself.

Happy birthday, Y/N! I hope that you like the little gift from me :) I'm not exactly good with words but I really hope we can be friends, and I'm sure whatever you're making this time will be just as adorable as you are. Happy birthday again and I hope you have a great day too. - Miya Atsumu

His sloppy handwriting was unmistakable on that small piece of paper and I giggled to myself as I read each line again. My heart was palpitating at an incredible pace and I felt heat crawl up my neck at his words. I heard a tiny squeal from Miyuki as she kept looking back and forth between me and Atsumu.

"He's looking at you! Go say thanks!" Miyuki and Jo urged. Hesitantly, I looked back at the yarn and the note.

Then, I finally found the courage to thank him.

Atsumu's POV:

What if I had heard her wrongly? What if I got her the wrong coloured yarn? What if my note was too cheesy? I don't wanna weird her out! Oh no, she's gonna think I'm weird now-

I felt my soul leave my body as I watched her take out the note and giggle softly.

Oh man, she's too cute for my heart to handle...

My heart seemed to stop as I saw her stand up and make her way towards my table.

Oh my God, she's coming closer. Oh man, I might collapse halfway, dammit.

"Thank you so much for the yarn, Atsumu-san! And sure, I'd love to be friends with you," she said, bowing slightly with an unmistakable blush on her cheeks.

I coughed, and spouted out, "Y-yer welcome, I hope you like it." I could feel my face turning red.

The next few moments were pretty awkward. Both of us endured three seconds of silence before we both started to speak again.

"I was wonderin' if-"

"Actually, do you wanna-"

We spoke at the same time and looked at each other for a good two seconds before I heard my brother snicker from beside me. I shot him a glare and continued.

"Sorry, uh... I was wondering if you would like to come to my next game- OW! I mean, our next game, next Friday evening?" I asked, giving my brother a side-glare for slapping my back before turning back to Y/N.

Y/N's eyes glimmered, she stumbled over her words and finally squeaked out, “Yeah! Of course! Th-that's what friends d-do, right?"

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Great! Awesome! I'll see ya there!"

She bowed again before scurrying back to her seat where Miyuki and Jo were waiting for her with wide eyes.

I collapsed back into my seat as my brother snickered yet again.

"What are ya laughing at, asshat?" I snapped.

"Pfft, nothing. Just the fact that it took you six months to ask her to be friends with ya," Samu cackled in my face.

"Oh, yeah? Well, how about you and Jo? You literally spoke to her only after eight months. Loser." I pouted childishly.

Samu cleared his throat. "Fine. Have it your way." Damn, he's blushing. Then it hit me.

“YOU LIKE JO-,”

He slapped his hand over my mouth so hard I nearly flung backwards and out of my chair.

“SHUT UP, YOU PIG-,” he grimaced.

Class begun soon after, but my mind was still reeling at the fact that Y/N would be coming to my next game. She's gonna see how great I am on the court and she'll definitely wanna be my girlfriend after that! I thought, daydreaming about her yet again.

I already couldn't wait for the game. Stupid Samu, of course I'll get her to be my girlfriend, just you wait.

a/n: aaaaaaaa this was so cute to write, thank you again for requesting!! hope it was up to your expectations and thank you for reading <33

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songfic - traffic lights, by Sara Kays

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Suna Rintarō x f!Reader

genre: ANGST (prepare yourselves)

includes: established relationship, slight feelings of isolation ? , hurt/comfort (a little bit at the end)

wc: 1.1k

a/n: hi, it’s Lyssa! this is my first songfic and the first time writing for Suna so i’m a little nervous about this but i did my best so i hope this was okay :”) thanks again to those who voted and hope you enjoy this fic <3 (also, sorry it took so long to get this out ahshhfhchfj)

Traffic Lights

I-65 Your hand on my leg while your other hand drives You'd glance to the side I'd tell you to focus, you'd swerve to the right

The highway was empty, with only you and Suna in his car, out for a late night drive. The windows were rolled down, the cool night breeze brushing your faces as he gently squeezed your thigh.

He turned briefly, looking at you with a soft smile on his face. A smile reserved only for you and you only. Lacing your fingers together, he brought them to his lips and planted a sweet kiss on your knuckles, whispering yet another "I love you".

"Don't get distracted now. You don't wanna crash the car, love." You giggled. Your boyfriend smirked and shot you a wink.

"I won't," he promised, before stepping on the accelerator.

That’s how it used to be

You’d look at me before you’d turn the key

But now, I can’t help but think

That maybe you fell out of love with me

Suna rolled his eyes, starting the car as he scoffed at you. As he pulled out of the parking space, you huffed and crossed your arms before leaning back into the passenger's seat.

The ride to your parents' house was a tense one. You couldn't recall a time where he didn't immediately reach for your thigh or hand the second you were both settled inside the car. This time, one arm was resting on the open window, while the other was on the steering wheel.

At any other time, you probably would've spent the entire ride staring at him, but you couldn't even stand to think about him today.

Both of you have had fights before, but this one seemed particularly hard to diffuse. You couldn't even remember why you were so upset with him. Regardless, you were certain that you two would work your way back to normal soon enough.

Neither of you saw the faults forming in your relationship.

'Cause you keep your eyes on the road Both hands on the wheel, you never let go You don't like to talk to me when Your foot's on the gas, say you're focusing

The following weeks made it seem like everything was back to normal, but you didn't notice the growing distance in your relationship.

Or maybe you just decided to ignore it.

There was no way either of you could be falling out of love, right? You had been dating for three years. Despite that, nothing could lessen the hurt you felt when you started noticing the small changes in your routines.

Texts became dry, nights were cold and drives were quieter than ever. He started sleeping in the guest room while you stayed in your supposedly shared bedroom.

Both of you no longer sent each other random I love you's or I miss you's during the day. Nothing.

Conversations in the car became short and curt, with you speaking only to give him directions or reminders. Otherwise, it was silence.

The silence used to be comforting, both of you just content to be in each other's presence. Now it was torment.

You felt choked, suffocated.

I wish we would stop at a red And you'd turn to say, you love me again But you keep your eyes on the road No matter what color the traffic lights glow

"Where are you going this time?" you asked one day.

"Work," he deadpanned.

"That's what you always say..."

"Well, where else would I possibly be going?" he snapped.

"You're never home now. I miss you, Rin."

"What do you want me to do? Not go to work? How else am I supposed to pay the bills here? Money doesn't fall from the sky, Y/N. Not that you'd know, you don't even have any work so stop being ungrateful for once," Suna sneered.

You stared at him, shell-shocked. His tongue, once sweet, now dripped with venom. He didn't even look remorseful after pretty much insulting his own girlfriend.

You were tired. You hated this. You hated him. You hated feeling so damn alone in a relationship, constantly worrying if he even loved you anymore, if he even cared for you or regarded you as his significant other.

Every time that you pull up in the drive I get in your car and think "Is this the last time?" I'm holding my breath in the passenger's side Your safe driving has me scared for my life

"Thanks," you'd mumble to him whenever he dropped you off somewhere or picked you up. You don't even remember the last time you kissed him goodbye, even if it was only on the cheek. You don't remember the last time he said "I love you" or "I'll see you later, love" when you stepped out of his car.

One question kept incessantly nagging at you at the back of your mind - when would this end?

You were torn. You wanted your misery to end. You wanted to stop feeling so alone and unloved, but could you watch him leave and move on? Could you move on?

So when you said the three words that could almost literally make or break your relationship, you honestly didn't know what you were expecting.

"Let's break up."

Suna looked at you, for the first time in days. His face was unreadable. He seemed to think for a while, brows slightly furrowed.

"Yeah. We should break up." He stood. "I'll move all my things out by next week. I can crash at Osamu's place or something. I'll see you around."

You nodded. "Yeah. See you."

And that was it.

That was the last of your four-year relationship with Suna Rintaro.

You felt numb. You knew you were hurt, but you just hadn’t felt it yet. You waited for the sting of heartbreak to settle in your chest, the weight of sadness and the pain of losing someone you once cherished so much.

But it never came.

Maybe you did fall out of love.

And that was okay.

'Cause you keep your eyes on the road Both hands on the wheel, you never let go You don't like to talk to me when Your foot's on the gas, say you're focusing

I wish we would stop at a red And you'd turn to say, you love me again But you keep your eyes on the road No matter what colour the traffic lights glow

No matter what colour the traffic lights glow

a/n: FINALLY posted this. after how many weeks anhvfnksbhxj but anyway thank you for reading this little heartbreaker <33 -lyssa

edit: tagging some of my beloved moots @tearofvenus @chifemi @toru-oikawas-milkbread <3 lmk what you think! it’s my first time writing for Suna ajknhjbsxhj

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