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kemistre · 10 months

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εïз┊𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 — feat. tsukshima kei, sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi, tendou satori

synopsis. in which he hears you say you don't like him

— content warnings. angsty, crying, panic attacks — word count. 3, 559

εïз┊author's note. this is sad, this is angsty. some of these are way longer than they should be, but you're welcome for the food <3

εïз┊t. kei

he was looking for you with yamaguchi by his side, his headphones around his neck as he glanced around for you, his hand in his pockets. he was going to walk you home, like usual. like the two of you had been doing since you met. ao, when he heard you say his name, his full name, from behind the corner, he stopped his friend with his arm, listening closely to what you were saying.

“tsukishima?” you questioned the friend you were talking to.

“no i don’t like him, he’s rude and just doesn’t work towards anything, it’s frustrating.” you scoffed, and as much as tsukishima didn’t want to admit it, he felt his eyes widen, his heart stopped for just a moment.

“i’m just around him because tadashi’s his friend.” yamaguchi’s mouth hung open, shocked at your words as he looked at his friend. tsukishima took a deep breathe before stepping out from around the corner, a deep scowl on his lips.

“good thing I don’t like you either.” he spoke, walking passed you and not looking back. he didn’t really know why he felt like punching something at that moment, you just walked home with him. you came to a few of his games and practices. there was no reason for him to be this upset. there was no reason for his chest to hurt so bad.

εïз┊k. tobio

he left the gym, going to fill up his water bottle that had been emptied for the second time that day. practice had been rough on the boy for a few days. for reasons unknown, he wasn’t feeling up to playing volleyball, which was completely unlike the kageyama tobio everyone knew. instead, he wanted to hang out with you. he didn’t know why. the feeling that arose in his stomach every time he talked to you was foreign, something he’d never felt before nor experienced. he’d done his research here and there though nothing helped his confusion on the matter.

but because of this same reason, he was avoiding you any chance he got. he wasn’t ready to talk to you yet, because he knew, he just knew he wouldn't be able to form a sentence in front of you until he knew just why his stomach felt so…fluttery whenever he even looked at you. as he stood at the water fountain near the entrance to the school, he glanced to the side, not expecting to see you walking in his direction without realizing he was there. swiftly and quickly, he put the cap back on his bottle and sped to hide behind the large tree that hung over the water fountain, thankfully it was big enough to shield him from your sight. though much to his dismay, your friend had stopped by the fountain for a drink, making you stop and continue the conversation he’d seen you having from afar.

“i just can’t stand him, he’s so awkward.” you rolled your eyes, your hands smoothing back your hair. “and he’s just so obsessed with that sport, if he talks, it’s about volleyball!” you looked so frustrated. who were you talking about? was it someone on the team? kageyama didn’t really know if you were close with anyone else on the team. unconsciously, he leaned towards you, trying to hear as much as he could before you both left. your friend wiped the extra water off their chin.

“yeah, that does sound annoying. can’t you just tell him to stop?”

“well, i’ve thought about it. but even if i do tell him to stop, then he just wouldn’t talk at all.” as you and your friend began walking again, he almost thought about asking you who it was, until your friend spoke once more.

“poor kageyama,” they nudged your arm with their elbow, you could practically hear the grin in their tone. “his only friend talking shit behind his back, he’s lonely enough as it is y/n!” you scoffed, though soon grinned as well.

“i’m sorry he’s just so unlikeable! It’s impossible not to talk shit!” kageyama stood still. unmoving. looking at nothing but your back as you walked away, his eyes wide and mouth agape. what was this feeling he felt in his stomach? yet another unfamiliar feeling, though this one was more, painful, sickening, than the fluffy one he’d felt not too long ago. you were talking about him. not someone else. he was right here, listening to you say you didn’t like him. he was right there, and you didn’t know.

kageyama’s breathe sped up, his chest rising and falling anxiously as you faded into the distance. his first thought, a thought you would’ve probably hated, was to go get a volleyball. go play volleyball. get a volleyball. go, go, go. this thought swarmed through his head like bunches of little bees, and he hated it.

before he knew it, he was back at the gym, his water spilling from the grip he’d had on the bottle. the only thing he could see was that ball right in front of him on the gym floor, and not the people around him trying to help their teammate. “kageyama!” at the sound of hinata's loud voice, he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, staring at the finger while also realizing the amount of people that watched him. “you’re crying, kageyama.” hinata's voice lowered, a concerned tone overpowering the previous annoyed one.

kageyama raised a hand to his face, wiping at his cheek, realizing that yes, he had been crying. and for some reason, some unknown reason, he was now fully aware of the nauseous, painful, overbearing feeling in his entire body. and within seconds, he collapsed. kageyama tobio had never experienced love before. kageyama tobio had never experienced heartbreak before. and now, he’ll never experience either ever again.

εïз┊s. koushi

he had been on his way out of the school to go home on his day off from practice. a day he’s been looking forward to, not because he’s not going to practice, but because he finally gets to spend some one on one time with you. something you two hadn’t really gotten in a long time. he thought that maybe, just maybe this was the day he finally asked you out. after months upon months of countlessly chickening out, his teammates somehow got him to agree to confess. he was a little more excited than he should’ve been as his eyes scanned the courtyard for you. you two had agreed on a meeting place so he could technically pick you up and you’d walk together! he really, really hoped everything would go smoothly. he had his whole confession mapped out, he prepared and practiced beforehand so he didn’t look like a complete buffoon in front of you, his only real crush since junior high.

he peaked around the corner of the school, a place he’d always been so excited for school ever since he met you. you made him want to learn even more, to grow so much more. he loved being there with you. as he peaked around the corner, he caught a glimpse of your hair, along with you and your best friend’s voice talking as best friends would. naturally, he didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he decided to simply wait by scrolling through his phone until your conversation finished to let you know he was there. and though he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, how could he not?

“i thought you liked him y/n?” “me? Like him? no way.” your voice was low, serious and harsh, catching sugawara off guard. “i thought he was like…the responsible friend of the group. someone who could be chill and not some chaotic fiend like his volleyball friends. he’s just as bad as them and it’s infuriating.” you scoffed, making a pit form in his stomach. who were you talking about? noya? tanaka? he thought you enjoyed everyone on the team.

“but suga’s so nice, you shouldn’t talk about him like that.” your friend's tone was a little more glum than expected and your response was nothing he’d ever think you’d say.

“hmm? i mean not really, he’s just really weird.” his breathing hitched, his heartbeat growing faster and faster by the second. he clutched his phone in his hand, eyes wide as he let the startling information settle in. you…didn’t like him? you didn’t like him. you thought he was weird. you thought he was infuriating. you didn’t like him.

you couldn’t say that about him, that couldn’t have been you. maybe he mixed you up with someone else because you wouldn’t say that about him. he could’ve sworn you felt the same way. though the fact slowly but surely invaded each and every thought in his mind, making it spin as he left. he walked away, not exactly being able to think right at that moment. he didn’t know how long it took him to wander his way back to his house, his eyes never leaving the ground he walked on.

he opened his house's front door, going in and slowly shutting it as his forehead leaned against the hard wood. “y/n hates me…” though he whispered, the three words echoed through the empty house. soon his whole body weight shifted to lean against the door, his arms stealing himself, his knees buckling before him as he fell to the ground. tears upon tears spilled from his eyes, loud sobs coming from his now sore throat.

he hoped today would go smoothly, and he thought he came up with the worst case scenario. but this…this was truly the worst outcome he could’ve ever imagined.

εïз┊b. koutarou

he said his goodbyes to akaashi before practically running to the classroom you and he shared. today was your one year anniversary...only of being friends… but! it was still an anniversary he’d like to celebrate. he thought for a surprise he’d give a VIP pass to his next game! even if it was just a piece of paper he colored on, he still thought it would mean a lot. he was so ready as he walked up to the classroom door, which was just cracked, just a bit. as his hand brushed the handle to open it, he heard your pretty voice, so he thought he’d wait for you to come out instead, a giddy excited smile on his face, he couldn’t stand still.

“why are you still hanging out with bokuto, y/n? I thought he annoyed you.” his eyebrows furrowed, through his smile still remain.

“he does, he’s just, too much? his mood swings, his energy that never runs out. it’s too much, and yes, it is annoying.” his usual happy smile grew wobbly, unsteady as he felt his head began to pound.

“so, then cut him off, it’s simple.” you sighed.

“well how do i do that? i have every class with him, that would be awkward. i’ll just wait until we graduate, i could probably put up with him until then.” bokuto, despite everything he just heard, smiled. it wasn’t a pretty one, not anymore.

he gently held the VIP pass in his callous hand, looking down at it as his vision got blurry. tears fell off his cheeks, down to the pass he’d worked so hard to make. he tried so hard to make his writing legible, to make it colorful and pretty, just for you since he knew you liked colorful and pretty. before you could come out of the room, he made sure not to let you see him. he walked away, even if class was just about to start. maybe he could skip class, just this once.

εïз┊a. keiji

he strolled throughout the school looking for you, though in no particular rush. he was a little anxious, a little scared to talk to you since once he did find you, he was going to tell you how he felt. something bokuto and konoha had been pressuring him to do for the few years he’d known you. he’d had a crush on you, liked you ever since he told you about his love for writing and reading. you’d supported him when he said he wanted to make a living from it, you smiled and said you’d read his books. that was probably one of his happiest and giddiest moments. he almost fell in love with you on the spot. usually, he was not one to trust people too quickly, but you were the exception. you made him feel so safe, like he was in the right place when he was by your side.

it was such an indescribable feeling he felt when he sees you smile, laugh, giggle, anything of the sort. your smile was contagious, your laugh as well. It was something he thought he’d never be able to go a day without. so, as he was just about to walk around the corner, he suddenly heard your laugh, your giggle and immediately stopped in his tracks as a lopsided smile appeared on his lips. and despite him wanting to be respectful and give you your privacy while talking to your friend, he couldn’t help but listen as he stood listening to your giggles.

“no, no! they’re actually pretty stupid. like the ideas themselves are terrible but then he’s actually worse at putting them onto paper.” akaashi’s smile turned into one of confusion. since when did you talk so harshly towards people? and he was even more confused that you weren’t talking to him about this, you told him everything. did someone make you upset? he could surely help you if you talked to him.

“is it really that bad?”

“it is, plus he’s just so quiet and he stares…a lot and honestly it’s really uncomfortable.” someone made you uncomfortable? suddenly he felt himself become more engaged in your conversation, wanting to figure out just who made you feel the way you did. was it someone in your class? it must have been, right?

“aww well that sucks, he was kinda cute too.”

“i mean, the looks go to waste when you have a terrible personality.” your voice got quieter as you and your friend began walking away. “i guess that just means akaashi will never get in a relationship cuz if i don’t like him, no one will.” akaashi leaned against the wall, your voice playing on repeat in his head. you were talking about him? the whole time? he made you uncomfortable? he stared at you? he lacks personality? his writing was terrible, stupid..?

a sudden pain coursed through his chest as he dragged a hand over his slightly opened mouth, shocked and confused. his chest tightened, and although this anxious feeling was one he experienced quite often, this time it was for a reason he’d never been through before. and before he knew it, his vision blurred, his head grew fuzzy, and he felt…small. yiny and trapped inside the ways of his overthinking and pained mind. he was truly hoping to walk out of school with your hand in his. instead, he ran out, pained and crying.

εïз┊o. tooru

he was wandering throughout the school, looking for you specifically. not only did he want you to come to practice and watch him since he knew you enjoyed seeing him play, but he just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. you were his first crush in a while, so it’d only make sense for him to want to be around you so much. yes, he does admit it’s a lot, but he just doesn’t want to lose you.

he was in an especially good mood today, not for any particular reason, he just…was so grateful to have you around. you were like the sun in his life, his beacon of light and hope he couldn’t get anywhere else. you made him feel like he was enough, that he’s done his best throughout his life. and truly, just seeing your smile was enough to brighten his day, being around you in general made his day so much better. he really didn’t know what he’d ever do without you. that was his last thought as he heard your voice coming from around the corner, the angelic voice he loved to hear every single day.

“oikawa?” he thought you knew he was there, but when you kept talking, he stopped where he stood. “that self absorbed jerk? what about him?” his genuine smile he’d had all day fell into a confused frown as he tried to process your words.

“i’m shocked you deal with him all the time.”

“yeah i know, he’s so clingy, and not to mention a volleyball obsessed arrogant narcissist, that’s it, i can’t stand him sometimes.” your voice rose without you knowing it, your friend that stood with you telling you to calm down.

oikawa’s pulse quickened, his breathing unsteady though he put a smile on his face once more as he walked around the corner. but this smile was one of a pure facade he’d perfected oh so long ago. “y/n-Chan~ i’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he laughed, giggled as he through an arm around your shoulder. though he heard you, loud and clear, he’d pretend he heard nothing. nothing at all because he knew his heart couldn’t handle the pain of letting you go so soon.

εïз┊s. kiyoomi

he walked throughout the crowded hallways, heading to volleyball practice like any other day. though, today was a bit different since you weren’t with him. usually you’d walk next to him, talking his ear off while he went to practice after school, but not today apparently. it confused him, worried him, but he wouldn’t say it outloud. it was as he was rounding a corner that he understood why you weren’t with him, you were leaning against the wall, holding your books, your friend talking to you about something. he didn’t want to be nosy, so he was just going to go around, it wasn’t any of his business. until he heard his name.

“sakusa? no, of course i don’t like him, he’s an asshole,” his eyebrows furrowed, you said it in such an obvious tone, it confused him. your friend agreed. was he rude? he didn’t think he’d ever been mean to you, so why? “and just between us, volleyball isn’t as cool as he thinks it is. i don’t know why he wants to do it professionally. it’s-”

at that point, he left. he didn’t need to hear anymore, he knew where you stood and he wouldn’t bother you anymore. it was an interesting feeling, because while he was angry, he was hurt and for the first time in a long time, he felt his vision get blurry, tears filling them to the brim. why would he cry for you? why did his heart just break in two? if you’d just waited a little longer, he might’ve gotten warmed up to you. showed you his soft, vulnerable side.

but now, standing on the court playing alongside a professional team, doing what he loved, he’s glad he didn’t show you anything. he’s glad he didn’t have you standing next to him, but he hopes you see him. see him on your TV and think to yourself, ‘wow, he did it.’ because now, he knew he didn’t need you.

εïз┊t. satori

he pranced around looking for you throughout the dorms. you both were going to hang out and he was told to meet you near the entrance of the dorms. he was super excited because after a lot of thinking, he decided this would be the day he told you he liked you. you’d been friends for a while, about six months, and throughout those months, he grew to have a huge crush on you. you just treated him, normally. you weren’t freaked out by him like many others were and he was always grateful for that. because you were different.

but as he was about to round a corner, he heard your voice and his first thought was to hide and scare you once you turned around, he always he that to you, it was something that was just kinda a part of your friendship. so, he leaned his back against the wall, smirking to himself as you spoke with your friend, someone he’d never met but that was fine with him. “i should probably go, tendou will be here in a few minutes.” you complained, fed up and annoyed. it made him worry a bit, but he knew he could cheer you up, like all the other times!

“tendou? you still hang out with him?”

“yeah, for some reason i still do.” you sighed, and tendou’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion the only feeling in his body at that moment, his heartbeat speeding up just a bit. “he just..he just creeps me out. does that make sense?”

“oh yeah, of course it does, i’m pretty sure he creeps everyone out.” tendou’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the ground, a pit forming in his stomach, making him nauseous where he stood.

he couldn’t bring himself to listen to the rest of your conversation, instead just trudging back to his dorm room, his eyes never leaving the floor he walked on. looks like you weren’t different, not different at all.

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admiringlove · 5 months

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[17:45] . . .

when you look back on the past few weeks and see how your best friend has been acting, it makes you question almost everything you know about him.

sugawara kōshi wasn't a nervous guy—confident, even a bit of a charmer, you’d say. you'd playfully call him a goon because of how he is, but now, he's pulling away, leaving you puzzled. did you unintentionally cross a line during your last conversation? the uncertainty lingers as you wonder if a thoughtless comment pushed him away or if there's a deeper reason behind his sudden distance.

you see him in the hallways, and somehow it feels like there’s a mountain between the two of you. you lock eyes with him when you leave your afterschool club, and he turns away. just what had you done?

your heart ached at the sight. it sure didn't help that you were completely, irrevocably in love with him. if anything, it made things worse. so you decided to play it cool, be just like him. you'd stroll past him in the hallways without a second glance, hoping it would make your heart hurt a little less. intentionally leaving your photography club early, dodging the volleyball team dismissal, so he wouldn't catch a glimpse of your face. maybe it seemed a bit petty, but hey, he started it. you were just honoring his wishes, in your own way.

but one thought pricked your mind. cruelly enough, it never left your head.

what if he'd stumbled upon someone new? you recall seeing him in conversation with a charming girl from the class next to yours, sharing laughs during the break. what if he'd clued in on your feelings for him? was that the reason behind his avoidance too? if that held any truth, it only made a cascade of anxieties in your mind. what if, because of some trivial entanglement, you'd lost your best friend of five years?

the looming dread of losing him wrapped around your heart like a suffocating shadow. it wasn't just the prospect of a fading friendship; it was the fear that an unspoken emotion had inadvertently created a rift between you. the thought of him finding comfort in the company of another, laughing with someone new during recess, sent waves of unease crashing through you. the uncertainty gnawed at your core, leaving you in a state of perpetual restlessness.

and if he had broken your heart into multiple pieces and found someone new, you don't think you would simply stop loving him. it would be slow, and painful. you reckon you wouldn't be able to love someone new for a long, long time. forgetting him would be like a nightmare.

and yet, today remained unaltered. you exited the photography club room, observing as volleyball team members sealed the gym. sighing, you realized you were a little late this time. the first-years, particularly hinata, greeted you from a distance. you responded with a modest smile, delicately waving in return. trouble with suga was the last thing you desired, fearing your thoughts. what if he did found solace in someone else? the notion pierced your heart. deep down, you sensed that daichi, ever the astute observer, would uncover the truth about the unsettling connection between you and the serene setter.

but what you don't expect, is for all of them to walk toward you. you watched in inexplicable horror as the entire group followed the senior years' lead. hinata and kageyama, always fighting and messing around. nishinoya and asahi, talking about something with vigor and calmness at the same time. tanaka, bothering kiyoko with amorous words and her having no response to them whatsoever. yamaguchi and tsukishima, bantering about something with yachi listening in. the rest, talking to each other and watching the chaos of it all unfold.

and sugawara kōshi, in the front, looking right at you with an emotion you couldn't quite put a finger on. your throat went dry when you watched them greet you. you responded with a meek hello in return, deciding to join the group towards home.

your gaze nervously flits between kōshi and daichi up front, leading the group, as you join tsukishima and yamaguchi. the blond shoots you a knowing look with narrowed eyes, seemingly privy to your intentions. he begins to question you, but you widen your eyes in a silent plea.

he only rolls his eyes, "that won't work on me, senpai."

"i hate you," you groan, deadpan expression etched across your face.

he emits a dry chuckle, "let's be honest, i'm your favorite first-year, with an actual functioning brain," then his gaze shifts to hinata and kageyama behind you, throwing them the most disdainful side-eye he can muster, "unlike certain individuals we're acquainted with."

yamaguchi laughs, "that was uncalled for!"

yachi only shakes her head in silent reverie. you furrow your eyebrows at the blond, "you give yourself too much credit. i like yachi the most."

"oh yeah? even though i was the first to figure out you're practically in love with-"

a forceful shove to tsukishima's stomach elicits a resonant groan, catching daichi's attention as he glances back with a raised brow. you shoot him a knowing smile, smoothly carrying on with the conversation. yachi erupts into laughter, while yamaguchi discreetly covers his mouth with a hand.

"if you dare say the next part out loud, i'll make sure you won't set foot on a volleyball court for the next five months," you grit your teeth, a steely resolve in your gaze. the middle-blocker scoffs, "i'll report you to the authorities for battery and assault."

"i won't even let you get to the police station in one piece," you say, smiling innocently. he pouts softly, scoffing.

the remainder of the fifteen-minute walk passes with surprising ease. as tsukishima and yamaguchi bid farewell to the group, the middle-blocker casts you a knowing look, "here's hoping you won't turn into a nervous wreck when it's just the two of you later."

"thanks," you reply sarcastically, releasing an exasperated sigh. he chuckles as he saunters away, leaving the group now comprising only the first-years with tanaka leisurely strolling alongside. you nervously clutch the straps of your backpack, fiddling with them absentmindedly.

observing kiyoko and tanaka diverging from the group at the next turn, daichi follows suit when his home approaches. he graces you with a soft, reassuring smile. it weirdly offers a sense of solace, as though he senses the imminent solitude with suga or perhaps infers your feelings for the setter. regardless, you reciprocate the exchange, bidding your goodbyes.

and after an awkwardly silent five minutes, when your home finally comes around, you stop. he does too, looking at you with an expression you don't quite understand. his eyebrows are ever-so-slightly crunched, his lips beautifully pursed and his eyes look at you with so much longing that it almost physically hurts you to return the gaze.

"i-i, will see you tomorrow then," you say, clenching and unclenching your hand. he nods ruefully, but just as you're about to unlock your front door with your keys, you hear him say, "wait!"

you turn, eyes brimming with anticipation and worry, and you hum softly. he pulls you back to the road, and exasperatedly he says, "i need to talk to you."

"what for?" you ask, furrowing your eyebrows again. he lets out an almost annoyed sigh, "you've been ignoring me. and i don't know why that is, but seriously-"

"what do you mean, i was ignoring you?" you interrupt, almost offended, "you started it!"

"that's different! and besides, how many times have i told you to not interrupt people in the middle of their sentences?" he argues. you fume, pouting as your eyes turn glassy in a mix of emotions. you don't know what you feel. but you knew that there was definitely anger and fear involved.

"shut up!" you say, eyes threatening to spill in a fit of rage, "you were ignoring me and i thought i did something wrong!"

"what do you mean? i thought i said it was something entirely different! you did nothing, stupid!" he argues again. your lip quivers, and a few tears escape in anger, "stop yelling at me! if you just told me that you wanted space, none of this would have happened! it's your fault, idiot!"

his gaze softens, and he walks toward you. you have half the mind to take a step back, but it seems like he can read your thoughts. because he immediately clasps your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. the touch sends chills down your spine, making you question everything you've ever known. he sighs, so softly that it makes your heart flutter. and he places his hands on your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes as he says, "you did nothing, okay? in fact, i did something. and i felt the need to avoid you because i thought it would help. news flash, looks like it made things worse."

"i thought you hated me," you sniff, eyes red as you look at him, hands still clenched at your sides. he shakes his head, "i could never hate you."

"and then the other day," you continue, voice croaky, "then i saw you with that pretty girl at recess the other day. and i thought you replaced me, and i-i don't know, i just-"

his arms wrap around you tenderly, and he almost shoves your head into his chest. you groan, and he says, "sorry."

"no, um, i just.. i don't know," you say, voice muffled, "i thought you liked her."

"and why does that bother you?" he raises an eyebrow. you narrow your eyes, playfully shoving him, "you know already, don't you? why are you making this so much harder for me, you asshole!"

"oh, i don't know," he smirks softly, "maybe i just want to hear you say it."

"well, i'm not gonna," you cross your arms over your chest, "i hate you."

"i ignored you because i realized you feel the same way as me," he laughs softly, looking away. the wind picks up, and the orange light of the drooping sun almost reflects from him. his eyes look so ethereal as he smiles tiredly at you, and you blink profusely.

you stand there, confused, and he walks up to you, brushing a part of your hair away from your face. you furrow your brows, processing the information. but he only comes closer and closer, until his lips are inches from yours. he smiles softly, "i'm gonna kiss you now. stop me if you'd like, okay?"

"h-huh?"

kōshi's lips fall on yours, he leaned in and your breaths merge in a dance of shared vulnerability. your lips met tentatively, a delicate connection that held the weight of unspoken confessions. it was a kiss born from the depths of unresolved emotions, a fusion of longing and the bittersweet taste of the uncharted.

as your lips lingered in that ephemeral union, a myriad of emotions flooded the space between them—the ache of unrequited desires, the torment of what-ifs, and the sweet agony of a connection finally acknowledged. the emotions you felt were too complicated to explain in words.

"wait, so you don't like kimi from the other class?" you ask, confused when he pulls away. sugawara laughs delicately, shaking his head, "you're so dumb. yes, i don't like someone else. i like you."

"oh," your lips part, holding his face in your palms, "alright."

"stop ignoring me now?" he asks, hopefully. you nod, a slight blush cascading from your cheeks. and he takes a step backward, "i'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"okay," you smile softly.

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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So I don’t know how to do requests😭

But I want to request some Oikawa or sugawara angst, like really angsty, school au! Where the reader and Oikawa or suga are is her best friend, but she also has another girl best friend, who knows that reader has feelings for them but stills goes and confesses to him even though she doesn’t like him just because she was jealous or something and like I don’t want a happy ending low-key hehehehe

I’m sorry I don’t know how to explain it honestly🥹

HELLO, ok so i hope i understood your req correctly, because MMMMMMM i also want this to hurt ... I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, AND IMMA MAKE AN OIKAWA VER JS BC 💓💓💓

“i love you... but you're not mine.”

🌼 (sugawara koushi ver.)

you used to love how he smiled, it was like every room he entered would light up and get a little warmer, a little more comfortable; like everything felt okay now that he was here, now that he was smiling and telling everyone that what they're doing is enough. it was hard for you to feel enough on some days, it was even harder for you to cope with the fact that you saw some undesirable traits about you–and yet, sugawara never let you go one day without feeling like you're the prettiest person in the world–and to him, you really were.

"come on now..." he'd whisper to you in a soft, loving tone and extend his hands out to you–his calloused hands that always stung after a practice match, those tirelessly doting hands that never stopped to reach out to you and offer to help you, to comfort you, to be there in any time of your need. he'd crouch down to your level and look at you with the sweetest eyes you've ever seen; he takes your hands in his so gently, and he holds you.

his touch is light, though you can feel him squeezing you every now and then. the best feeling sugawara has ever experienced is that cathartic wave washing away some of the sadness, self-deprecation, loneliness, and other negative feelings or fears you've got plaguing you at the moment. "...you're perfect just the way you are." he muttered as he ran the pads of his fingers across the back of your hands. "i know it's hard, but... i'll help you learn to love yourself; i already know you're really lovable to me, to the rest of the team, once you realize how amazing you are on your own... i hope you'll never wish you were anyone else anymore, because you're already amazing as yourself." he gushed with a comforting voice.

well, that was the most sugarcoated lie you've ever been told.

how could you not wish to be anyone else... if your bestfriend beat you to confessing to him? beat you to being his partner...?

how could you not wish to be anyone else but his?

you wished this was a sick joke, that your close friend–whom you always confided in that you liked sugawara, that you enjoyed being with him, that you felt happiest with him–that you... loved sugawara–had confessed to him out of the blue, on the very day you were going to confess to him.

it seems that they beat you to it, and the worst part is...

sugawara loved them back.

you stood there by the doors of the gym, your hands empty after you unknowingly dropped the treats you made for him and the letter you wrote that had all your love for him written out in words you could never have pictured yourself writing down to anyone before–

–all to have your bestfriend steal him away from you.

when he cried tears of joy that the object of his affections reciprocated his love... you cried tears of melancholy at the boy you loved most being taken away from you right before your very eyes.

"hey... remember, you don't have to be someone else to be loved–i love you for who you are, inside and out." he reminded you with a wide, happy grin as he held your hands in his–his right wrist donning the bracelet your bestfriend–his partner–made for the two of them; they matched... and it hurt badly to think about how cute and happy he seemed with them.

sure, he loved you, you could tell that much...

...but only as a friend.

#sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara kōshi #koushi sugawara #sugawara angst #karasuno #karasuno x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

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animereactsbybkemk · 6 months

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Haikyuu Boys React/ Respond to:

~Them Cheating On You (Pt. 1)

-Angst(?)

-GN Y/N (Your Name), though nicknames like love and babe are used

-Key; R/N- Random Name (all are girls sorry :( )

-Willing to add more Characters

-Characters Included; Oikawa,Kuroo, Sugawara, Tanaka (NO Kiyoko hate **love her**, just made it fit the scenario)

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laurelled-by-lavender · 1 year

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midnight lovers

pairing: sugawara koushi x fem!reader content warnings: written with chubby reader in mind, reader’s hair is long enough to be tied up (colour, texture, etc. is not mentioned), roommates to lovers, fluff, kissing, some suggestive parts - (light choking), mentions of food, one (1) very mean and aggressive guy, koushi is ready to fight. word count: approx. 3.5k

these were the nights you loved the most.

a fortuitous meet-up in the kitchen at 11:00pm between two roommates, unsuspecting of what’s to come later in the night.

it was one of those kinds of nights.

neither of you could sleep, though, it didn’t bother you. you just had to find a way to occupy yourselves. feeling quite hungry, you propose going to the super market for a late night snack spree. suga happily agrees. you don’t bother changing out of your pajamas, and neither does he. you, in your oversized shirt and sleeping shorts, and koushi, in a white wife-beater and plaid navy blue pants.

within 5 minutes, you’re in suga’s car, pulling into the dark and empty parking lot. on any other day, this parking lot would be scary, and much too anxiety-inducing to even walk past. but tonight, with suga, it felt so right.

the minute your enter the store, you’re already going separate ways.

“drinks?” suga asks.

“yep. snacks. meet me in the frozen desserts section in five.”

“alright, see ya.”

four minutes roll buy, and you’ve collected all that you need, so you head over to the frozen aisle a minute early to scout the possible treats to choose from before koushi comes to meet you. eyeing the many different varieties of popsicles, ice cream flavours and cakes, you try and decide what it is that you’re the most in the mood for. usually, you would’ve chosen ice cream in a heartbeat. but tonight didn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night. you sigh and ultimately conclude that you’d have to consult suga when he got to you.

you stand there for a good 45 seconds before he spots you. your back is turned to him, and he sees you sigh. it’s a cute sight, he thinks. your hair is up, and your shirt’s collar is so stretched out, it falls, resting just below your shoulder. you’re wearing your slippers and fluffy socks, and carrying quite a few boxes. you’re practically cradling the snacks in your arms as though they were your babies. he chuckles lightly and advances towards you, holding out a shopping basket in order for you to place your items inside, along with the drinks he picked out. you sound relieved as you dump everything inside. koushi then takes a look at all that you grabbed and gives you an approving nod.

you turn back towards the freezers,

“it doesn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night...” you voice your thoughts from earlier.

“true... kinda vibing with the popsicles” he responds.

“you read my mind.”

“should we just get the assorted ones?” he asks

you nod and open the door to grab the box, then proceed to make your way to the cash, suga following shortly behind.

the cashier offers you a smile and greets you when you get there. you don’t notice the look he gives suga.

but koushi definitely sees the way the cashier was looking at you.

“late night spree, i’m guessing?” he inquires.

“oh, yes.” you say with a smile as you load the items onto the conveyor belt.

suga stands still, holding the basket out to you as you converse with the man. he stares at him, piercing glare never wavering. the man’s smile may be pretty but, lord if it wasn’t recognizable. sugawara was never one to judge someone by their looks, but he knew the type.

and you. how sweet you are, completely oblivious to the way the cashier is blatantly checking you out. licking his lips, dragging his half-lidded gaze from your face, to your collar-bones and shoulder, to your legs. he’s nodding along to what your saying, but koushi spots the way the man’s eyebrows jump up a bit at the sight of your legs. hell, he hasn’t removed his eyes from them since the minute he first saw them. in fact, he’s so entranced, he doesn’t realize that you’ve finished loading all your items, and that you’re ready to pay. it’s now that you notice his stare. feeling incredibly uncomfortable, you take a cautious step back, and clasp your hands together at your stomach in an attempt to ease your distress.

suga’s always wanted laser vision growing up, but he’s never dreamed of it so badly as he did right now. he fantasizes of many situations, all of which involve very violent acts towards the cashier in question. gods, he wants to knock his teeth out.

but he doesn’t. instead, he lets out,

“excuse you, but i’d like to pay now.” suga says in the coldest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

the guy gets defensive instantly, and looks at koushi in disdain. he has no shame in his response.

“the fuck d’you say to me?”

“you heard me, keep your filthy eyes off of my girl, and let me pay.”

you blush at the way he addresses you, but think nothing more of it, knowing he’s only defending you and putting on an act. if anything, you found it endearing, how he would take it as far as to call you his girlfriend in order to protect you.

the cashier says nothing for a couple seconds, and it essentially turns into a staring match, one daring the other to say something else.

suga wins.

the guy behind the counter looks away, feigning indifference when he says,

“whatever, she’s probably a slut anyways.”

koushi takes a breath, ready to yell, scream, jump over the conveyor belt and strangle the guy, but before he can do anything, a woman who you can only assume is the manager, wearing a bright red button-down vest and laminated name tag, cuts in.

“is everything okay over here?”

you see her side-eye her employee as he responds in a brief and clipped tone,

“fine. we’re fine.” he says

though, all she needs is one look at you to know that everything was not, in fact, fine. she turns to you and suga, sympathy written all over her face,

“i’m so sorry for any inconveniences, it won’t happen again. your items are free of charge.”

before either of you can respond, she’s calling him into her office in stern tone you’d never wish to be on the receiving end of.

the walk back to the car is silent, and the quiet ensues as you enter. he sits in the driver’s seat with his hands on the wheel, you in the passenger seat with bated breath. you hands twiddle, unsure of what to say. you didn’t want him to be angry.

“i should go back there and punch him.” he breaks the silence.

“no. no, i really don’t think you should.”

“but-”

“it was fucked. i know, but it’s okay. you were there with me. i’m safe.” you try to reassure him.

“he made you upset”

“and it happens. some guys are shit. it sucks, but it’s the way the world works. we’ll contact the managers tomorrow and make sure he gets fired if it makes you feel better? i’ll even put on my best crying voice, just for you. make it real dramatic, he’ll be out of there in no time.” you say.

at this, he lets out a breath that sounds like a chuckle, but it’s short-lived.

“i really want to go back there. fuck, no one should ever speak to you like that. or even look at you like that. you don’t deserve that shit.” he says, exasperated.

“please, let’s just go. c’mon, we’ll go on a drive or something.” you try to sway him.

“okay, you’re right, i’m sorry.”

there’s a pause. though, it only lasts for about ten seconds until he’s up and out of the car, taking the snacks with him and walking towards the back of the store. extremely confused, you’re quick to follow him.

“w-where are you going?” you ask, tripping on your slippers a little as you jog to catch up to him.

“i’m taking you to my favourite spot.” he responds, as he locks the car without stopping or turning around.

“oh, great. woulda been nice of you to tell me the plan before putting it into action, or whatever, but that’s cool.” you say sarcastically.

“doesn’t matter, i knew you’d follow me anyways.”

you don’t say anything back, knowing he’s absolutely, one-hundred percent right.

he leads you to the back of the store, which was very shady, figuratively and literally. there was a single functioning light bolted to the brick wall of the store. you watched as dozens of little mosquitos and moths fluttered and flickered about it, bumping off the cracked plastic panes which enclosed the bulb. he led you a little farther down the alley, past the light and into the darkness. you could barely see him, so you decided to follow the sounds of his footsteps... until they stopped. naturally, you stopped walking too and looked around, though you were met with nothing but more darkness.

“this.... is your favourite spot?” you question cautiously.

he laughs,

“no, yn. give me your hand.”

you struggle to find him in the dark, so he hold his hand out to meet yours.

ever so gently, he wraps his grip around your wrist, and leads your hand to the wall. it lands on something very cold and rusty and metal. he lets you feel around for a couple seconds.

“a ladder.” you say with a smile. of course, you thought to yourself. of course, it’s a ladder.

he gets up first, and uses his phone’s flashlight (finally) to show you where and where not to step as you follow. it doesn’t take long before you’re up and on the roof. it was glorious. this high up, you could see all the lights. street lights and store lights, lamp-posts and car lights. he walks over to a small hidden box, and opens it up to reveal several fluffy blankets.

“and now, we have all that we need!” he exclaims.

“how’d you even find this place? s’ not very often that you find easy access to the roof of a building like this.” you ask, still admiring the view.

he notices you shiver. the wind was much more apparent up here, so he begins setting up the blankets to form a sort of nest for you guys to sit and hangout as he tells you how his friend had once dared him to explore the back alley as a joke when they were all hanging out in the parking lot one night. that’s when he found the ladder. he called his friends over to check it out and they dared him 2,500 yen to try and climb it. seeing how rusty it was, they didn’t actually expect him to do it. it looked as though it would crumble under the weight of a feather, but still, he went on with the dare.

the result was a nice hangout spot and a couple extra yen in his pocket.

“do you know if anyone else comes up here?” you ask.

“not that i know of. that ladder may just be enough to shake off anyone attempting to get up here. if it weren’t for the dare, i never would have even attempted to climb something like that! it looked like it would break any second. that’s why, afterwards, i made sure to memorize where to step when climbing it” he explains.

“awe, look at you with your sneaky little spy moves. you could be secret agent, y’know. you’re very agile.”

he chuckles “thanks, but i think i’m good.”

by this point, he’s finished setting up the blankets so you go to join him. he sets out all the snacks, chips, cookies, iced tea, popsicles.

you both sit there, as if you were the only two people in the world. it surely felt like it, snacking, talking, sharing secrets, reminiscing.

“so, any pretty people worth talking about? you crushin’ on anyone?”

you ask with a giggle and a smile, though, deep inside, you’re desperately praying that he says no. you’ve liked him for far too long, and seen him fawn over far too many people to know that his type isn’t you. but even so, you can’t help but ask every once in a while.

“um, actually, yeah.” he admits slowly. shyly.

you’re quiet for a while. he’s never been apprehensive in admitting his feelings about anyone. especially not to you.

could that mean he really likes this person?

could he love them?

“oh.” is how you respond. you try not to look or sound disappointed, but he knows you all too well. it’s not difficult to figure out that something’s bothering you. not when you go quiet, and certainly not when you look out on the horizon, obviously avoiding his gaze.

he’s watching you. you know it.

from the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you, a slight frown on his forehead as he tries to figure you out.

koushi knows you can see him.

he also knows that you’re purposefully avoiding his eyes in an attempt to evade the rest of the conversation. hoping that if enough time passes in silence, he’ll let it go and the topic will have been forgotten. but he doesn’t let it go. you’re acting strange, and he’d like to know why.

do you like someone too?

or do you already know that he likes you?

that thought makes his heart stop. could that be why you’re looking away? the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or ruin your friendship.

do you not feel the same?

he purses his lip, disallowing his bottom lip and chin to quiver and concentrates on the burning in his tear-ducts, willing it to go away.

you finally turn your face back to him after a long while. he’s thankful that it’s dark enough that you can’t see the glassy shine in his eyes.

you speak very quietly when you ask him,

“do you love them?”

his breath is practically taken away. did you really know? was he so obvious?

the air around both of you suddenly feels heavy.

he doesn’t want to be dishonest with you, so instead of giving you a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ he asks,

“how long have you known?”

“known what?” you question back.

he hates that you’re making him say it out loud, but if this is how your friendship ends, he’d much rather be open and clear about it.

“that i’m in love with you.”

you’d never seen him so look helpless. he looked like a kicked puppy, and it honestly shattered your heart.

“how long have you known?” he asks.

confused, you question back,

“known what?”

he pauses before answering in the most dejected voice,

“that i’m in love with you.”

surely, you heard that wrong. surely, he couldn’t be talking about you. he must be joking. messing with you, as friends do. you wait for the punchline. you wait for him to say anything, but he doesn’t. it’s then, when you realize that he’s serious. it’s also then when you realize how long you’ve gone without responding to him.

when you finally process it all, you look to him, but he’s no longer sitting cross-legged on the blanket beside you. no, he’s curled in on himself, head ducked into his arms, resting on his knees.

he took your silence for rejection.

“oh, my love. my angel, no, nonono, it’s okay. please, it’s okay.” you rush to his side clumsily, your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders as you caress his curved back before making your way to his front, trying to take his face into your hands.

he keeps his eyes scrunched shut, hard, as he tries to turn his head to keep you from holding it.

his lips turned downwards as he lets out,

“no. don’t wanna ruin what we have. please, don’t wanna hear it. i already know.”

there’s a pause, and he takes a deep breath. with his eyes still closed, he repeats,

“i already know..” he sounds defeated.

“please, koushi. look at me.” you beg gently, stroking his tear-stained cheeks with your thumbs.

he gives in. of course he does. he’d do anything for you.

when his eyes peel open, they’re watery and red. he looks so vulnerable as his lips quiver. fresh tears threaten to fall as he realizes once again that this is probably the end.

“do you mean it?” you ask.

he didn’t think his heart could break further.

he nods without breaking eye contact. he looks from one eye to the other, searching your face for something. anything. he has no idea what you’re thinking, or what to take from this whole mess.

finally, you let out a breath, though it sounds more like a sob. his brows furrow slightly, in hope and confusion. you drop your forehead and rest it against his, palms still cupping his cheeks.

“i’ve loved you for so fucking long, koushi..”

lips quivering and eyebrows furrowed, a breath of relief and disbelief stumbles from his lips. it’s shaky, and he lifts his head to look into your eyes, searching for a lie, for pity. but he sees none of it.

“you have?” he asks, as if he can’t believe it.

you nod, with a small smile, “i really have. and i do. i couldn’t even tell you because...” you trail off, just the idea of it making your chest feel tight.

“because?” he urges you to continue

“i thought you were in love with someone else!” you cry as the tears finally roll down your cheek.

“fuck, baby, im so sorry.” he out breathily.

“no, don’t apologize. you couldn’t have known.”

“i should have been more obvious. or.. fuck, i shoulda just told you. you mean everything to me, baby. i shoulda just told you.”

“it’s okay.” you whisper, kissing his eyelids. you pull back to look into his eyes once more. “you’re my favourite person in the whole world. you make my heart happy and i couldn’t fathom a life without you in it. i’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you. i didn’t want to risk losing you because you’re so so special to me. i never thought that you could want me.”

“i’ve wanted you ever since i’ve known you.” he responds. there’s a silent moment where you’re both just looking into each other's eyes. lips parted, breaths mixing. his eyes dart down to your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks in a whisper. you can only nod.

it’s nothing like the movies. his lips don’t rush to yours, and there’s no clashing of teeth.

not yet, at least.

he’s careful in the way his lips approach yours. when they meet, it’s soft, but there’s an unmistakable desperation. he tastes sweet, the remnant juices from the watermelon flavoured popsicle he had earlier still on his lips.

he’s holding back, but still, he’s slow in his movements. his hands snake to your cheeks holding your face firmly. the backs of his fingers then drag down the sides of your neck. his left hand stays at your neck, placing itself there, while the other continues it’s tantalizing path. his other hand moves down your exposed shoulder, down the length of your arm, then back up, just to make it’s way down to your waist. the kiss never falters. not on his part.

he’s wanted this for so long. and you have too, but god, he’s making it hard to stay focused.

you whimper slightly into the kiss, the feeling of his hands on your body so much and not enough all at once.

he can’t help himself. his left hand, the one on your neck, experimentally winds itself around the column of your throat, squeezing ever-so slightly. he’s testing the waters. your breath only stops. not from the little pressure he applies, no, but from how weak you feel. you’ve never seen him like this. and you’ve never felt like this.

he pulls away ever so slightly. he’s stopped kissing you for now, but his lips haven’t travelled too far.

“is this okay?” you’re so close his bottom lip brushes against yours as he asks the question.

“yes. yes, please.” he brings his lips back to yours. he’s not holding back so much this time, using his grip on your neck to pull you closer. to deepen the kiss.

“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your mouth. you can only tangle your hands into his hair.

you stay like that for a while, whispering to each other, kissing each other. proclaiming your love for each other and making up for all the time lost. for the years you spent pretending to be friends. roomates. best friends, when you were truly so much more than that. you were soulmates.

midnight lovers.

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white-poppie · 1 year

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Wish you were sober

Character: Timeskip!Sugawara x Reader Genre: Fluff to Angst to Fluff again (Hurt/comfort) Warnings: alcohol WC: 1.1k+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: "God how I wish what you say is true, but how do I believe you when you are drunk?"

A/n: I am the bartender by the way :/ It's because of me yall are together. You are welcome *cries in single*

𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷

Why does a human's heart torment them so? Why do you need a purge to eliminate your unwieldy emotions that blossom out of nowhere?

"You should call someone to pick you up," the bartender scrunched his brows, "it's really late and you've drunk too much."

You pout and fidget in your purse to find your phone, pausing when you remember the actual reason for your state.

Would you much rather be passed out on the cold road than call your co-worker to pick you up? The co-worker for who you had a tsunami of feelings hidden?

You take a deep breath and press the 'call' button.

He picks up after 4 rings. His voice all syrupy and raspy that sends a swarm of butterflies in your belly.

"Hello?"

"You sound shoo hot," you giggle bashfully, swinging your legs as the bartender tries not to snort.

"Y/N are you drunk?" he clears his throat in embarrassment and asks.

"Only a littol bit," you say and he can almost hear the pout in your voice. Quite adorable in all honesty.

A quick shuffling of cloth is heard from the other side, accompanied by the clanking of keys, "where are you right now?"

You hazily look at the bartender and speak, "I am with an old, weird-looking man right now, it's dark here."

The bartender's eyes widen at how wrongly your words could be interpreted.

Suga's movements halt by your words, the heart suddenly beating faster in concern, "Y/N are you okay? What's going on?"

The agitated bartender snatches the phone from your hand despite your protests. The 'no' and 'give it back' made Suga even more anxious than before.

"Hello, kind sir..uh...I am a bartender at 'Heaven's delight bar' and I think your significant other is not in their right mind," he side-eyed you, "for now at least. Please pick them up as soon as possible, I'll message you the location through this number only."

Suga sighs in relief completely ignoring the fact that he called you his 's/o', "Thank you, I'll be there in a few minutes, please take care of them till then."

The grip he had on the steering wheel was chummy, palms so sweaty that the leather of the wheel was coated with precipitation.

He shut the car door like it was a mere piece of plastic, walking into the bar with quick strides. The smell of booze, alcohol and sweat made him dizzy. His eyes crinkling in relief once he noticed you.

The bartender visibly relaxed as he saw him walking towards you.

"Are you their s/o?" he asked.

A visible blush crept onto his face, "Not yet...I mean no!"

He sighed and pointed at you, “take them home, young man.”

Suga fidgeted with his wallet before he was stopped, “they have already payed.”

Koushi bowed in respect, “thank you for taking care of them sir.”

He tapped you gently, “L/N, let’s go.”

You slowly opened your eyes, squinting to adjust to the lighting, “Suga~” you stretched his name, “you look like a snack right now.”

His eyes widened at how…forward you got while drunk, before you uttered any other nonsense, he had you lifted up through you arms.

“There you go,” he said a little strained, “just lean on me.”

You squealed in delight as you leaned. His heart thumped due to the close proximity between the two of you.

“Is it the alcohol or are your eyes always this pretty,” you laughed.

"Its the alchohol," he said, "my eyes are really boring."

With great care he had you sit in the car somehow. Your head lolled towards his side, yet the silly grin that adorned your face shined brighter than any satellite in the dim night sky.

He was petrified like a stone, looking at your face as if you would dissipate if he blinked. You had absolutely no idea of the mark you had on him, he had spent the last few months yearning for you like some parched man seeking chaste pleasures.

"Koushi," you pulled him by his collar, and a small squeak of surprise left his mouth. His hand was planted on the car wall beside you, preventing him to topple over your intoxicated self.

He cleared his throat and moved away, tucked you in with theseatbelt and drove towards your house. The first few minutes of the ride were silent, he didn't say anything but soon his nerves got the best of him and he made a stop.

"So this is why you have been smelling of booze," he questioned,""You know alcohol won't solve your problems""

You chuckled almost soberly and looked at him, "indeed. Its because I cannot handles the problems I am facing now while being sober."

His brows scrunched into one straight line, "what do you mean."

"God, can't you just leave me alone!? This is my burden to carry, not yours!" you shouted angrily.

"Do you expect me to just leave you alone in- in this state? Itt kills me to see you like this!" he shouted back.

"So I've killed you huh?" you joked, "makes sense why you cant *hic* see me."

You grit your teeth and muttered silently, or so the alcohol made you think, "you are the problem."

"What?" he tilted his head in confusion.

You let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a giggle. You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned to catch his lips in yours.

Suga was petrified like a stone. While you were snogging his face, it took all the human effort to pull you down and caress you like he dreamt of.

Wrong

This was so wrong.

He broke from the kiss and looked down, at his jaw. clenched and voice angry, "this wasn't supposed to happen, this wrong, you are drunk-"

His blabbering was cut off by your soft sobs, "'M sorry Kou. I-didn't. Oh god I love you-I am sorry."

Without thinking his arms quickly enveloped you, "Calm down, okay?"

You nodded softly on the crook of his neck. He sighed as he played with your hair, "I can't believe I am about to ask this to a drunk person even though your answer might change if you are sober. But if I don't get a yes now I will never be able to muster the courage."

His voice broke as he spoke, the intense splurge of emotions watering down, "God I have no idea what I am even doing, I am so pathetic."

You pulled away from the hug and cupped his face, "Koushi whether I am drunk or not, my answer stays the same."

"The reason I have been getting drunk is that I crave and think of you so much and we are not even together, it hurts me."

Suga removed your hand from his face and kissed your wrist right above the veins, "I am yours."

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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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.

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kita-shinsuke-whore · 2 years

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"I Didn't Lowered My Standard To Be Disrespected"

Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Koutarou and Mattsun Issei.

TW: Angst, Insecurities.

Sugawara.

- He is your twin brother's friend and both of you fall for each other during a prom night at school.

- He is a loving boyfriend that provides lot of attention and loves for you.

- But for some reason, he is too controlling because he only wants you to be by his side.

"Koushi! You can't expect me to come home right on time. I might have to stuck at the subway or the bad weather that is happening now", you said to him after you arrived home. He is very upset with you for being only 10 minutes late to the dinner. "Y/N, you could've done better. I am tired of waiting when you actually not stuck at the rush hour but actually you walk way too S-L-0-W", he said and he even spelled out the slow word.

"Sugawara, I am sorry for being late but you can't blame me when I have to wait another subway to come because the first one was too compact and crowded. I am sorry, okay!", you stand up, going to the bathroom to take a shower. You wanted to make up for upsetting him. Not gonna lie, sometimes his behaviour stings your brain that can make your head explodes.

"I didn't lowered my standard for someone who breaks promises every single times, Y/N. At least, Haruhi can fulfilled the promises she made!", Sugawara yelled at you from the living room. You dropped your towel and earrings on the floor, and approached him.

"What did you say, Sugawara Koushi?", you asked him. He kinda don't want to repeat it but the way you glared at him was forcing him to say it. "I said at least Haruhi can fulfilled the promises she made", he said but in a lower tone this time.

"Ohh, I see, love. While she was fulfilling the promises she made for you, she even fulfilled Daichi's pleasure and lust.", you said.

"Fine, go back to your Haruhi then. I am going back to Kageyama who can understand me better because he is much matured", you said, slamming the door behind. Well, that's just how the relationship ended. He regretted it.

Atsumu.

- Oh no, this guy! He is giving Sangwoo vibe when he actually doesn't want you to have any guy friends.

- But you, have a guy best friend from your high school and he is also your colleague now... let's just say it is Akaashi.

One day, you arrived home with Akaashi because he needed to pick up something from your house which was his trench coat that he lent to you during a snowy day.

Atsumu who was home early that day watched how you treat Akaashi so nicely until an uneasy feeling grew inside his heart.

Once you send Akaashi to the door and say goodbye (+close the door as well), you see Atsumu was actually staring at the TV with black screen.

"Is the antenna having troubles, darling?", you asked him.

"No, I just love to watch black screen. It's funny", he said while laughing. But you know, he was being sarcastic. He did witnessed your platonic interaction with Akaashi right?

"Do you want to eat anything? I can make dinner now. I'm planning to do onigiri and also miso soup", you said to him as you are walking towards the kitchen.

"Y/N, how do you feel when my female fans swarm over me and give me a hug?", he asked. "Well, I don't mind but I hope they're giving you space to breath", you said. You are a very chill person about hug or handshakes but a big no for kisses or touching any inappropriate parts.

"What if you see me having a very special interaction with my fan that I'm interested in?",he asked but his reflection in the black screen...he was smirking like insane.

You put down your knife and put your hands on your waist. "What are you talking about, Miya?", you asked.

"I swear to God, if you are going to make this into an argument, let's stop. I don't want to fight. I've been telling you that I have nothing special towards Akaashi. I treated him like my friend and I know my boundary in any interaction because you are the only one that I love.", you said. "Oh? I haven't said anything about you and Akaashi? Are you trying to be in denial?", he asked you.

"What the hell, Atsumu?", you said.

"Fine, I'm going to be honest. Yes, Y/N L/N. I hate to see him being the 'boyfriend' to you when I can't be there for you 24/7. But you shouldn't treat me like I'm actually not present.", he shut you down. Then he continued, "To my dearest love y/n, I didn't lowered my standard to date someone who actually think she deserves more when she is a 0. Tsubaki is better because she knows her limit around guys!", he said. He goes out and slammed the door hard.

After three hours, he was home again but he didn't see your silhouette around the house. Maybe you're sleeping. But he was wrong until he saw and picked up a note on the kitchen tabletop.

"Hi, my love Miya Atsumu. I love you so much but you know, maybe we are not meant for each other. I am tired with the usual argument that always happens and the fact you even mentioned above Tsubaki who cheated on you and she even humiliated you infront of Inarizaki and Nekoma teams, I can't believe it. Maybe your feelings to me were dead. Thank you for being a good yet a jerk boyfriend", the voice in his head read out the contents of the letter. He got panicked and quickly took out his phone out from his pocket.

He tried to call you but it seems like you have blocked him. He hates the fact you never even scolded him for letting his fans kissing him, touching him or when you once saw him kissing with his manager.

After 4 years of moving on from your relationship, you married Akaashi who proposed to you and at least, Atsumu was there to witness the happy day for you and the groom. Well, always the groomsman, never the groom.

Bokuto.

Bokuto is a very clingy man who loves you so much.

But one day, you are not feelings well so you don't want him to get near you to avoid him catching the cold as well. But he misinterpreted it as you doesn't love him. So he use your bestfriend who doesn't know what he wants.

"Rikaaa, don't leabe meew!", he said.

You watched both of them but you can see how Rika is running away from him. Rika? She is not good in receiving physical affection and she actually has a crush on Akaashi though. "Kou-chan, don't hug her. She doesn't like physical affection", you laughed with your snotty nose.

You love how your boyfriend and Rika are like siblings but you do noticed Bokuto's behaviour is changing. When you finally recovered, you wanted to hug him but he dodged you. "Can't you see I'm busy, Y/N? I don't want you to interrupt me", he said. This thing has been going on for two weeks until you can't take it anymore.

"Kou chan, have I done something wrong?", you asked him during you are accompanying him doing his work at his house. "No, why, darling?", he asked but he won't even looked at you. "You do realised you have been avoiding me nor giving me physical affection like before, right?", you asked him. "Well, if you didn't rejected it before, I might giving it now.", he said.

"When did i rejected, love? I never-"

"You did. Three weeks ago. Y/N, I didn't lowered my standard for someone to hate the attention I'm trying to give"

"But-, oh...I was sick though. I don't want you to catch the cold...", you said.

"Oh... really?", he was surprised to hear that.

"Yes.... wait, so you've been holding grudge of me rejecting your hug...", you said.

He ignored your statement and went straight to hug you! <3

Mattsun.

- Date you because of a dare-

- He is not into you really....he is not serious about relationships.

-Two types of things he would say. Sometimes you don't know if you are dating him because you love each other or you are being used by him.

"Y/N, can you help me to do this?" or "Y/N, do this for me!".

"Issei, I am busy today so I can't do your homework for you! Sorry", you said to him.

"Oh, so you don't love me.", he replied to you.

"Huh? Who says. I love you, Issei but I'm a bit busy because my little sister asked me to go out with her", you said.

"You refused to do my homework because you wanted to have fun with your sister. Is that right? So you don't love me", you watched how his jaw clenched. You were so confused with what was happening so you decided to ask him but then he cuts you.

"I didn't lowered my standard for someone who can't obey me. At least, Ai chan can do better", he said while drinking the orange juice that he was holding in his hand. You suddenly realised all those months you've been dating him was just him using you. Oh no, how naive you are... You slapped him hard with the notebook.

"You're a jerk. A freaking jerk. That's why Ai broke up with you. You just using your girlfriends to do your homework when you are with your own fun", you said.

"Screw you, Y/N",he said. You leave him and went home. You don't need to cry over him because you deserve better.

Let's say, you're dating Ai now. For 5 months now.

#haikyuu angst #sugawara angst #bokuto angst #atsumu angst #matsukawa angst #haikyuu x reader

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simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair · 2 years

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BUT NOT ENOUGH

#Genre: Short angst with no fluff :(

#Includes: Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.

#Description: Period piece. Prince ML x Maid FL

♛ Part 1 ♛ Part 2 ♛ Part 3 ♛ Part 4

His dull eyes make brief contact with yours before quickly directing his gaze elsewhere. Despite the large audience in front of him, his eyes naturally find you in the crowd, so used to picking you apart from everyone else despite you blending in with the lower society. The fact sends a painful stab to your heart, and it is yet another reminder of why his hands are clasped in those of another. While you adorn nothing more than old, dull, dark garms that the rest of the Castle staff wear, he stands tall and bright with heavy velvet and silk encasing his form and a crown that sits proudly upon his head, it being furnished with jewels and diamonds that cost more than your life.

You think he looks good beside her, like he was always meant to be there, but you selfishly chase that thought away. You doubt you are the only one wishing it was you on that stage, it not being hard to spot the envy in the many noble eyes that surround you in the grand hall, that many have travelling far and wide to be in to witness this union. A union you were not made aware of until a few weeks prior and the memory transports you to that fateful day.

“Y/N! Wait” he calls out after you. You had not meant to eavesdrop; you were merely passing by his office before a few words had caught your attention and you were glad you had stayed. A strong hand clasps your arm and brings you to a stop in the corridor, both of you panting from the chase “just stop and listen to me”. “How long have you known?” you ask, the hesitation in his face is answer enough and you rip your arm from his searing hold. “Were you ever planning on telling me?” “of course I was, don’t be silly” he incredulously replies. “Ha, on the day of the wedding I presume” you sarcastically retort, “don’t” he warns. “I cannot believe you kept this from me”

“You knew this could go no further” and you could not refute that statement no matter how much it hurt. Yet you hoped, stupidly hoped that a small part of him would long for you enough to go against his parents, defy the norms of society to be with you. But you knew that small bubble you found yourself in would soon burst and you’d come to the realization that you were nothing more than a pastime. Unfortunately, you had realised that too late, that you were just a mere pit stop until he reached his final destination, and it was not you and that epiphany tore away at your already breaking heart.

“Well, I apologize for hoping that the man who claimed to love me would put up more of a fight for me…for us”. “This is no longer about you or I, it is about this kingdom. I will soon become king and I will not throw that away for these fleeting feelings” he scornfully replies. “Fleeting” you whisper in disbelief as the tears that gathered in your eyes finally escape. “You know what I mean” he harshly spits, “No, I don’t think I do”. You back turns from him as you hurry to wipe the tears streaking down your face, you refuse to let him see you like this. Refuse to let him see the hold he has on you and your heart.

“You know I care for you, do not make this harder than It has to be” he whispers. “But not enough…your Highness” you dryly chuckle out and with that you stride away from the man that you love, that you despise yourself for still loving despite his cruel and indifferent words.

You watch with bated breath as they both recite their vows, each word a hit to your bruised heart and your eyes glisten as he slips that beautiful sapphire ring onto her delicate finger. Your eyes once again meet and you pray he understands the words your eyes speak – “when you drive your sword through my heart, know that only you could have stopped it beating, for it has always been yours to destroy”

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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Emergency request. Hi, I’m not sure if you do emergency requests but I hope you do. Could you make a fic where the reader has a binge eating disorder and is comforted by Asahi, Noya, and Tsukki sorry if that’s too many. Feel free to deny this request. If this topic makes you uncomfortable once more feel free to deny this request. I hope your doing well.

TW: post contains discussions of EDs. Please do not read if this is a topic that upsets you. The fic itself is hurt/comfort, but please don’t push yourself to read if you are not in the right headspace.

Dear Anon- I have never received an emergency request, I’m so sorry that you have been struggling. I’m not sure how long this has been in my requests because I have been absent from Tumblr for some time (I only really made a return last week). Just know, I struggle with binge eating disorder as well and I feel your pain. I hope this helps you <3

Cas

CW: negative self-image, binge eating disorder, mention of a doctor's office, minor bullying, weight gain/body changes

You wanted to stop your binging episodes, but you just didn’t know how to. Which, in turn, only made you more anxious and caused you to binge more often. The people around you wanted to help, but they didn’t always know how to. However, eventually, it gets to a point where they can tell that you really need a comforting hand.

Asahi

You were always shorter than Asahi, but his towering size didn’t make you feel better about yourself. You still felt big.

As your disorder’s symptoms worsened, you stopped coming to his practices. You were one of the managers and the younger sister of Sugawara, so this was very out of character for you.

You two had been close ever since you started high school, you were in Nishinoya’s class and it just felt natural for the three of you to hang out all the time.

You fell in love with him quickly, but it took a while for you to admit it to him. You were afraid that he might reject you, even though the rest of his team assured you that he was in love with you.

Once you told him about your crush, he fell even more in love. He thought you were the best person he had ever met. Whenever you would talk about flaws or insecurities, he would do his best to make you feel better about them, even if he didn’t know what would make you feel better about them.

He’s already awkward about everyday stuff so he really didn’t know how to approach you about something so serious. He didn’t know what exactly was wrong, but by the looks that Suga gave him when he asked about you, he knew that it wasn’t good.

You two were both shy and quiet types anyway, so it wasn’t weird for you to take social breaks. However, this felt like it had gone past a social break and he was starting to feel incredibly worried.

It got to the point where Nishinoya said you had begun to miss all of your classes and he hadn’t seen you in a few days for more than a minute at a time.

That was the point where he felt like he needed to intervene. He knew Suga was trying his best to help you with whatever was going on, but he thought maybe talking to him might help. Everyone needs their boyfriend in dark times.

He asked Suga where you were. Your brother said that you had decided to stay home again and you were struggling with your health. Daichi overheard part of the conversation, and he knew that Asahi would not be able to focus on practice at all if he stayed, so he let him leave early.

He got over to your house as soon as he could and knocked on the door. He was surprised when you answered it, but he was glad to see you. He took you into his arms without saying a word and you started crying.

When you told him what had been going on, you were sitting on your bed. He had his hand gently resting on yours. He listened intently to every word. He knew that there was nothing specific he could say to help the situation, but he wanted to do everything he could to make you feel better.

If you got more emotional, he squeezed your hand and when you were finished he took you into his arms again. “I don’t know what to say, Y/n, but I will always be here to listen. You, me, and Suga will figure this out together okay?”

Nishinoya

You had grown up with Nishinoya around, you were Asahi’s younger sister.

You began struggling with your disorder in middle school and as you started your first year of high school, your insecurities only grew. You just felt like the other girls had better bodies than you did. You felt like you couldn’t appreciate the good things your body was doing because the bad just felt so heavy.

Your crush, Nishinoya, was not shy about his crush on the other manager. You understood why he liked her, but you also ended up putting yourself down about it. You felt like you couldn’t ever measure up to her.

Nishinoya noticed that even though you had signed up to be a new manager, as the year went on, you hung around at practice less and less.

He knew something was wrong when you stopped sitting with the boys at lunch and you started walking away from him when he would approach you. He was loud, there was no way you didn’t hear him.

He tried to ask Asahi what was going on, but your older brother didn’t seem to know much. He knew something was off, but he didn’t know what either.

One day, Noya couldn’t take it anymore. When you tried to get away from him in the halls after school, he lunged and grabbed onto the strap of your backpack.

“Cut the crap already, Y/n! What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting really weird!”

Leave it to Noya to cause a scene. The longer you stood there without an answer, the more people stopped and looked at your odd encounter.

“Nishi… Can we talk about this later? People are staring…”

He quirked his eyebrow and then looked around. “Huh? Oh…”

He glared, “What are you all looking at? Go home!”

People scrambled out of the hallway. No one wanted to deal with Nishinoya’s angry tone. You could tell that he wasn’t going to let you get away from him, so you started to explain why you had been distant. You went through everything; your crush on him, your disorder, and how you were scared to talk to someone about your problems. You didn’t want to bother him or Asahi with anything while they were in season.

You were both sitting on the floor in the hall when you finished explaining. He had been listening intensely, leaning forward and nodding along to your words. When you stopped talking, he leaned back and sighed. “Y/n… You’ll never be a bother to me. I really like you, like you like you and I want you to feel like you can come to me whenever. Asahi and I would never talk down to you about your problems. This eating thing is serious and I want to help you, I’m sure he will too. We can talk about our feelings later, let’s call your doctor, yeah?”

You reached over and squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Noya.”

“Always, Y/n.”

Tsukishima

Tsukishima, Tadashi, and you had been friends since middle school. They were your whole world, so you followed them to Karasuno. You couldn’t imagine doing this whole high school thing without them.

There was something that started driving a wedge between you during your first year though; Tsuki’s teasing.

It was nothing new, but as your symptoms from your disorder worsened and your body changed, Tsuki took notice. Every so often, he would pick at your choice of food or the fact that your shirt didn’t fit quite right.

When you were in middle school, he picked on your height and you’d pick on him for his right back. You had thick skin and you enjoyed poking fun at your friends. Though with your disorder, Tsuki had gone too far and you didn’t know how to tell him that.

You started hanging around the boys less. Even the other kids in the volleyball club started to notice that you weren’t around. Tadashi tried to talk to you to find out what was wrong, but you wouldn’t tell him anything more than you were mad Tsuki.

When Tsuki heard this, he was confused. It didn’t take him long to find you in the library during your lunch hour. You were slumped over a table, reading a book he didn’t recognize. Some girls were sitting at a table across from you, and he could hear them making fun of your appearance. He shot them a glare and they fell quiet.

“Tadashi told me you’re angry. What for?”

You didn’t look up from your book. “Why do you care?”

He pulled out a chair and sat down next to you. You could feel him looking at you. “Because I want to fix it.”

You put down your book at that notion. “The infamous Kei wants to apologize? Shocking.”

He rolled his eyes. “What did I do?”

“I don’t want to talk about weight or food anymore. No more jokes about that.”

He sat back for a moment and thought about what he had said to you. He could feel the guilt washing over him as you began to explain your eating disorder. He was honestly mad at himself for not noticing sooner. You were his crush after all, why didn’t he notice your change in demeanor?

He could see tears welling up in your eyes as you finished talking. You let out a big sigh and your shoulders slumped back over as they had been when he first entered the library. “I should have noticed, I should have never joked about any of that stuff. Picking on you is no fun if you’re taking it to heart. Let’s go back to picking on each other’s heights? I’m sorry, Y/n, really.”

“I forgive you, Kei.”

“I’m glad. I’ll learn more about your condition and if anyone else says anything to you, I’ll tell them off, deal?”

You smiled. “Deal.”

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milk-breadx · 2 years

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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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ewereichi · 10 months

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“will i ever be good enough”

a quick sugawara sketch i did a few months ago!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara angst

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shxtodxroki · 11 months

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Koshi Sugawara Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for Suga! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

♡ Headcanons ♡

- Karasuno Boys When You Prank Them By Dodging Their Kisses (3.1k)

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white-poppie · 2 years

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𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚

Haikyuu boys and their sins in a relationship

𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

He is desperate and greedy, he needs to be at the top, to the point he neglects everything, but his goal.

You feel like you are are unwated, a diversion and a source of mere entertainment, you know it, yet you wait and watch to see when he will go ahead and shatter your heart.

It is him only who breaks it to you saying that you are a distraction for him and that he cannot waste his goals on someone like you.

"Unlike you I have a goal and you are doing nothing, but distracting me away from it, it would be best if you leave."

He is at the top now, but why is he looking down to find you then?

Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Ushijima , Osamu, Atsumu, Kuroo, Goshiki, Sakusa

𝐆𝐮𝐥𝐚

He is so held up in other things. The details, the minuteness. He will know the number of leaves in a bonsai tree but never remember your hair colour.

Its overwhelming, gawking, you need to escape but those few words of kindness have wrapped you in a web.

"What its your brthday today? I never knew that...what...you are saying you told me a million times, but I wasn't paying attention? Come on now, that can't be true, if it were I would have sensed it from miles away."

Then why was he surprised to see your belongings gone one day when he could have sensed it from miles away?

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Aran, Kenma, Yamamoto, Konoha, Daishou, Terushima

𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚

Come on now. Did you really even hope that he could control himself?

You try to gather the crumbling bits of your dignity, not show any emotion.

He screams at you to react, almost looking guilty with tears staining his waterline. He begs you to cry, he pleads you to shout, he requests you to hit him.

You do none of that, you can't give him the satisfaction that would perpetually serve as a reason that "yes this is why I cheated upon my s/o, who deserved so much better."

Oikawa, Kuroo, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Terushima

𝐈𝐫𝐚

He is blind, by rage and anger. Thrashing his emotions, throwing things around. He doesn't notice the tremble in your voice, the fear in your eyes. He is boiling like a kettle.

You are trembling, shaking, he has you cornered. Too close, far too close for your comfort and you are scared.

"Stop! I am scared! Don't come near!" you cry out.

That seems to have snapped him out of daze, but then he notices the position. You are crouching on the floor, curled in a ball, whimpering and babbling.

He swears he can feel his heart being ripped into two. He moves far away. Knowing that once you calm down he would shower you in love, but he doesn't trust himself around you anymore.

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Tendou, Ushijima, Tanaka, Sugawara, Lev, Sakusa, Bokuto, Terushima, Kyotani, Semi, Daishou

𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚

He doesn't make any efforts to maintain the relationship. He s absent most of the time, sending half hearted messages.

Almost as if he is pained to be in your presence.

You are the only one who is making efforts to hold onto the drifting buoy of your love and sometime you wonder if it is even worth it all

Daichi, Akaashi, Kenma, Sakusa, Asahi, Aone, Kyotani, Yaku, Kunimi, Daishou, Suna

𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚

They are always degrading you and comparing you to the s/o of their friends.

You make him a portrait? Oh, that's nice, but did you know that their s/o made a whole cake and organized a party for them?

Do you do anything they don't like? Oh, their s/o would never do anything like that.

It is an onesided match on invalidating your feelings and he knows that he has lost, the day he sees you breakdown.

Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Tendou, Goshiki, Hinata, Sakusa, Atsumu, Terushima, Yaku, Yamaguchi, Semi, Daishou, Suna

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐚

Pride. Pride.Pride. His pride is more than anything. He is egoistic and narrcistical. Think of it as his way of asserting dominance.

His pride has a certain rules and you do anything against, oh boy you are in great trouble. He will point out your deepest insecurities. Stab.Stab.Stab.

Does it hurt him when you leave? Yes. Will he do the same if you come back? Also yes.

His pride is his life, he is nothing without it. You are a pawn, a mere pawn.

Kageyama, Oikawa, Ushijima, Kuroo, Sakusa, Atsumu, Osamu, Tsukishima, Aone, Terushima, Kyotani, Suna

A/n: It was so difficult to add: Sugawara, Daichi, Hinata, Yamaguchi Lev, Bokuto and Akaashi into categories TwT. They are Good bois :((

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