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ghostlygeto · 2 years
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ahh I'm really relieved to hear that^^ in that case, I would like to request #28 'no one ever cared about me like you' with ukai, please <3
i’m going to pretend it didn’t take me two weeks to write this. feel free to request more and i promise i will write them<3 in a timely manor…hopefully
pairing: ukai keishin x reader
warnings: drunk ukai, mostly just hurt not really any comfort but happy ending ish????
wc: 550
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28. "No one ever cared about me like you"
Before, Ukai never found himself jealous of inanimate objects. But then he met you, like really met you not just seeing you and knowing your name. Falling in love with you proved only one thing to him; that he was incredibly jealous of inanimate objects.
He found himself jealous of your comforter, keeping you warm and safe while you slept. He was jealous of you phone, getting to be the first time you looked at in the morning. Hell, even the disposable coffee cups you drank from every day, getting to touch your lips so frequently, filled his stomach with jealousy.
Ukai had no idea that this is what it really meant. To be in love. But god, he was so glad it was with you.
And he told you that, the night he confessed to you. It was cliche, made you feel like a high schooler again. But Ukai opened his heart up to you right there in the pouring rain in front of the store he helps run. He couldn't stop the words from stumbling out of his mouth. And he could barely look you in the eyes until after you had kissed him and told him you accepted the confession.
That day never left Ukai’s mind. Not even on nights like tonight when he’s drunk and alone, thinking about the memories you share.
You had cut things off after just over a year, telling him you loved him but he was putting too much focus into volleyball. You were right, there was no doubt. He spent countless days staying up far too late and getting up far too early. Sometimes ditching pre-made plans because he needed to help them practice or needed to rewatch the most recent game one more time. It became too much for you, having an absentee partner. And Ukai understood that, so he let you go.
But now he’s drunk and thinking about the night he had confessed to you, he found his hands moving without thought. Hovering over to your contact before pressing the call button. Had he been sober and thinking straight this never would have happened.
“Ukai?” He grimaced at your use of his last name, “I know it’s you. Are you okay?”
“‘M fine,” He muttered, not really sure what he was doing. “Jus’ drunk and thinking of you.” Sober Ukai would be cringing and angry at Drunk Ukai, but that didn’t matter now.
“Are you at least at home? Or do I need to come get you from somewhere?” Even now, months after things ended, you still cared about his well-being. Of course you did, Ukai was pretty sure he had never met a more kind-hearted person than you.
“Y’know, no one ever cared about me like you,” Ukai’s words were slurred, but not enough that you couldn’t make them out. His words made your breathing stop. “If I could go back in time, I’d change it all. Never’d neglect ya,” You were annoyed that he was ignoring your question, but something about his confession squeezed your heart.
“Call me again in the morning, okay? When you’re sober. Maybe then we can talk about this more.” You sighed, wishing him farewell. If you hadn’t regretted ending things before, you certainly did now.
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hurt/comfort prompts
comments, reblogs, requests n like appreciated <3
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manufacturedrainbows · 3 months
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My boy Kageyama bonked his head on a volleyball cart - turns out sharp metal will slice your skin right open ☠️
Head injuries bleed like wild so he's shaken up, but Ukai's a good coach (dad) and takes care of it 😤👏 Ukai loves his 12 sons fr
Based on a whump fanfic I'll probably never finish the draft for 🤪
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Haikyuu Fic Masterlist Pt. 7
Part 6 here
Part 5 here
Part 4 here
Part 3 here
Part 2 here
Part 1 here
The ever long awaited (by no one) masterlist part 7. I seriously did not think that this would have so many parts. (ps: am high writing this high so forgive for type-os)
One of my fav ships for a little while was YakuLev and yet, I barely have any fic recs for them. They’re just not usually the main pairing in a fic so it’s hard to find decently written fics for them. BUT I still have a few recommendations for them so enjoy!
Haiba Lev x Yaku Morisuke
One Step Closer
Word count: 8,192
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Yaku is an omega who likes to nest, and Lev is an alpha with a really nice scent. Unfortunately.
STOP omg I’m so sorry but you have to admit A/B/O is literally such an interesting and fun trope to read it’s just so strange and yet, so popular
The Lion and the House Cat
Word count: 3,337
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: The lion on Yaku Morisuke's wrist definitely doesn't apply to a certain tall, obnoxious first year. Nope. Not at all. No, Kuroo, he does NOT have a crush!
This one is very sweet and a soulmate AU!
thank god for the day I hear your name
Word count: 2,175
Rating: N/A
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: You’re sure the worst part is that you can feel it as it happens; it starts with fond amusement and escalates to dreams you’d rather not talk about and you’ve stared at the summer night-sky and thought about Lev like you’ve thought about home. You wish the stars would fall right down and shoot you where he’s burrowed his heart against yours and Haiba Lev is a problem.
This one is written in a very very interesting way. Def not for everyone and usually not for me but something about this fic just made me feel things and objectively speaking, it is a well written fanfiction
What Not to Wear
Word count: 4,857
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed: chapters 1/1
Summary: In which Yaku helps Lev dress for success, with no idea of the consequences.
I love this one! They truly are just a cute couple
Flowers and Ink
Word count: 3,903
Rating: N/A
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Yaku went to the flower shop next door to get inspiration for a commission, not to get a huge crush on the awful florist that worked there.
Very nice Tattoo/flower shop AU
Light On the Water <3<3<3<3
Word count: 1,532
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/-
Summary: Nekoma at the lake, in the swing of summer. All things surface from here.
Probably the most romantic and beautifully written fanfictions I have ever written. I have never been more in love with a fic please just read it even if you don’t like this pairing. Nostalgic feeling Drabble piece
i put sugar on everything
Word count: 7,300
Rating: Mature
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Yaku won’t admit it, but he lives for the smell of coffee.
I meannnnn
Yaku and The Beanstalk
Word count: 4,155
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Yaku Morisuke is many things: a libero, a caretaker, a good student. He's also about to find Lev Haiba stuck in a vending machine. (In which Yaku accidentally recruits Lev to the volleyball team and can't get rid of him after.)
Probably the most iconic YakuLev fic? It’s the one of the only ones with lots of hits/kudos/bookmarks
Innocent Enthusiasm <3<3
Word count: 17,192
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 3/3
Summary: Yaku was perfectly happy with no-one knowing he was an omega. He was also perfectly happy not ever going through a heat thanks to suppressants. And then the wet dream happened. The wet dream that Lev also had. And so Yaku now has to deal with his confused feelings for his kouhai whilst Lev seems oblivious to how his innocent enthusiasm for everything sends Yaku insane...in a good way. It's amazing what can happen in the span of a few days.
Second fav fic for this pairing :D A/B/O but it’s rlly good
Touch <3
Word count: 10,513
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn't want to kick at all. (Or, well... not often.)
AWWWH CUTIES
five minutes <3
Word count: 16,341
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Lev thinks he's great at sex. Yaku begs to differ, but isn't unwilling to help him learn.
I love this one! (Non-fetishized) Trans Yaku and just a tone of eating out it’s fun
Those are my YakuLev fics! Next up, UshiTen! They are another one of my favourite rare pairs!
Ushijima Wakatoshi x Tendou Satori
Ushijima’s World Is Around 71.1 kgs
Word count: 1,071
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/-
Summary: The old crew from Shiratorizawa get together for a drinking party and everyone gets to see first hand just how strong Ushijima still is and how much he loves his boyfriend.
Short and sweet!
Queen of His People <3<3<3
Word count: 40,573
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 22/22
Summary: Six years before Kageyama and Hinata found each other, Tendou Satori found his place among his chosen people.
Second favourite UshiTen fic! This has no smit but it’s so worth it because it is completely plot based and the world building is fucking incredible. I mean it when I say this is my favourite author ever
And they are roommates
Word count: 1,793
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: “Wakatoshi, are you ready...to move into the future?!” Tendou yelled, dramatically pointing at him. Ushijima smiled and walked over to Tendou. They had been dating for a few years, and after graduating high school, had decided to move in together. “Of course, Satori.” “Well, then I was thinking-“ “But we aren’t getting this bed.”
This one is a bit of crack bit of seriousness idk guys lol
In the Comfort of Your Bedsheets
Word count: 2,378
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary; There's a bird tattooed across his shoulders, and he knew from the moment he saw Wakatoshi, that they were meant to be.
AWH I love them
i ain’t got anything to be afraid of
Word count: 4,984
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed, chapters 1/1
Summary: 5 times Tendou attempts to scare Ushijima (and fails), and 1 time he doesn’t try (but succeeds).
This one is written well and really sweet!
while i nodded, nearly napping (suddenly there came a tapping) <3
Word count: 10,730
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Of course if there was one thing that could be counted on, it was Ushijima’s blunt, total honesty. “Do you think Tendou is attracted to me?” Reon froze. “T-Tendou?” “Yes.” Tendou was notoriously hard to read, but Reon kind of figured that he wasn’t the type to be anything less than painfully overt with romantic affections. “I... I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I think if Tendou was attracted to you, he would let you know,” Reon said. “I'd guess he just considers you his best friend.” He hoped his answer would satisfy whatever frenzy the guy had worked himself into so Reon could finally take advantage of his last precious hours of sleep. But instead, Ushijima visibly deflated in front of him. “Yes. That’s what I thought too,” he said miserably. Oh, Reon realized. Oh no...
I love this fic! It’s so funny and I love the team dynamics in this it makes me giggle
shuffle
Word count: 13,437
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: “I, uh…” Tendou starts, smile going wobbly with uncertainty, “could you… pretend to date me?” Ushijima shockingly doesn’t fall backwards, nor does he immediately say ‘no’. Instead he continues staring at Tendou, fear now overcome by even more confusion.
This feels like a rom-com
miracle boy wakatoshi <3<3
Word count: 4,933
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: he thinks that he has never before wanted this much to be struck by lightning.
Ushijima character study that’s just so beautifully written and poetic, in a way
The Lifespan of Koala’s
Word count: 2,660
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Recently Satori has been feeling pestered by certain inconvenient emotions regarding their captain, and he’s been brainstorming ways to get rid of them. The easiest thing, he thinks, would be to just date him.
This one’s fun!
in the garden i get lost (that is unless I’m getting found) <3
Word count: 2,889
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Tendou Satori’s cause of death: Ushijima Wakatoshi in the garden with his shirt off.
It really feels like Satori is actually a teenager in this one it’s refreshing
Midnight Snacks <3
Word count: 2,090
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: There's nothing like a late night study session to make you a little peckish.
Lady Tendou is so hot I literally cannot fathom it holy fuck
Five Times Ushijima Wakatoshi Absolutely Lost His Shit <3
Word count: 8,241
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: And then that one time he didn't, when he really should have, because Tendou Satori absolutely was.
This fic is so funny! I just love these two together
Let Him Go <3<3<3
Word count: 27,013
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: The story in which Ushijima joins the Japanese International U-21 team and they have to deal with distance.
My fav fic for this pairing! They are just too cute lol objectively Queen of his People has writing that’s more appealing to me but I’ve read this fic so many times it’s just so amazing
That’s if for UshiTen they’re so sweet and such an underrated couple Ushijima needs more love guys
Takeda Ittetsu x Ukai Keishin
Smoothie-Senpai
Word count: 3,692
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: “Please let me be the only one who gets to smell you.” The omega froze. He was pretty sure Ukai wasn’t using any sort of pheromones on him, but even so his knees were about to give. That was a confession, wasn’t it?
This is an A/B/O fic but I actually really enjoyed this one!
along dream paths
Word count: 3,228
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Ukai makes the mistake of looking in Takeda's notebook after practice one day, expecting volleyball notes; what he finds is a love poem.
Really really sweet!
5th Time’s the Charm <3
Word count: 3,002
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Takeda had never been one to give up on things easily, never one to just give in when he’d had his heart set on something. And his heart was set on Ukai.
A/B/O porn with very little plot
Kuroo Tetsurou x Tsukishima Kei
of broken and beautiful souls
Word count: 2,982
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Like others too, Kenma wished that his soul is beautiful.
This one is quite sad lol and it’s Kenma-centric idk why I added this here tbh
Say You Like Me <3
Word count: 9,057
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed: chapters 3/3
Summary: It's been three months. And Tsukishima Kei is going to see Kuroo Tetsurou.
I think this one is my fav for these two lol
The Bite Mark
Word count: 520
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: “Kuroo,” Kenma blinked at him, faint concern crinkling the corners of his eyes, “What is that?”
This one makes me chuckle lmfao
Only You
Word count: 2,203
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: But Kuroo should’ve known better. Because bonded or not, Tsukki had always been an immensely jealous person. Not that he was the kind to display it openly. But the moment they got behind closed doors, the alpha always let Kuroo know just how upset he was. And Kuroo would be lying if he said he hadn’t been hoping for this exact reaction.
Very rare omega Kuroo A/B/O
Not super huge into these two but I think my recs are pretty good
Kuroo Tetsurou x Sawamura Daichi
Rules are Made to be Broken
Word count: 1,631
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Kuroo has a strict no dating rule when it comes to his co-workers but maybe there's one exception when it comes to that rule.
This one’s fun lol
A Couple of Pervs
Word count: 9,276
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Kuroo and Daichi had only lived together a little while, but already the sexual tension was driving them crazy. All it takes is a combination of thin walls and a gift from Kuroo's grandpa to finally make that tension burst.
The writing is alright but it’s worth the read if ur looking for porn no plot
Print and Press (me between your thighs) <3
Word count: 5,834
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: the time Bokuto is the best/worst wingman ever and Kuroo understands how Blanche Devereaux felt when she wished for death.
One of my favs! Makes me feel things
The faster we’re falling <3
Word count: 3,422
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Sawamura Daichi is really hot. But also so much more. And it’s a huge fucking problem.
Another favourite! Just rlly good
Seen a Million Faces (but i’ve been waiting for you)
Word count: 33,322
Rating: Mature
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: In all his time as a dance instructor, Kuroo has had his fair share of newcomers walk into his classes at Nekoma. But there were dance newbies, and then there was Sawamura Daichi.
Ugh I love this fic
Meet Your Match
Word count: 6,071
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Up until now, he’s managed to keep sex and volleyball separate. He’d learned early on, whether they be teammates or rivals, getting involved in any play outside the court with fellow volleyballers was ill-advised. Ok, there’d been Ushijima in university but who could blame him? And they’d remained friends after. Besides, he didn’t know Sawamura would be one of his players at the time and now that he is that’s that. At least, that's what he's telling himself.
Older DILF Kuroo and younger Daichi I love age gap ones as long as they’re legal
Salt and Lime
Word count: 3,151
Rating: Mature
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Along with Hanamaki's grin, Kuroo knew he made the unwise decision. "Hey, I know the perfect dare for Kuroo and Sawamura." Kuroo gulped and felt his body froze. "Let Kuroo drink body shot off of Sawamura’s." Kuroo felt like he was dying inside. "I'll prepare the shot," Kiyoko chimed in cooly, as she got up to take whatever she needed from the bar. And Kuroo knew that he was, so screwed.
This one’s a good read lol
Lifeguard Dude <3
Word count: 6,945
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: It's spring break. Everything is going great, until Daichi looks up and sees the hottest lifeguard he's ever seen in his life.
Oh my GOD
Sweetheart
Word count: 1,439
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions"
The sweetest lil A/B/O Drabble
I Wanna be Official
Word count: 4,269
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Tetsurou thought claiming to have a boyfriend would be the easiest way to reject someone's confession. He didn't expect it to backfire though, and ultimately have him falling for his roommate and dear friend Daichi.
Another Drabble that I find fun
go the distance <3
Word count: 5,411
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: daichi has a hard time dealing with the distance between them, and he ends up making the biggest mistake of his life because of it. but he's determined to make up for it, no matter what it takes.
Angst with a happy ending im literally obsessed
we move like the ocean
Word count: 17,722
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Transferring to the University of Tokyo had been in Daichi Sawamura's plans, meeting Kuroo Tetsurou had not.
This fic is literally like 50 shades of grey lol idk how else to describe ht
catch and release <3
Word count: 18,531
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: "Sawamura-kun, don't tell me you're actually a virgin?" Daichi flushes a deep red and Kuroo's grin turns positively wicked.
I really love how this fic captures Daichi’s character!
ride
Word count: 28,065
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: In which there are cars, kissing, and cute dogs.
So cute!
I love these two! Probably even more than DaiSuga lol I’m sorry they’re just not my bread and butter like KuroDai is
Miya Atsumu x Sakusa Kiyoomi
Peace of Routine
Word count: 8,474
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: After Atsumu moved to Tokyo, Sakusa's daily routine never recovered. He no longer worked solo jobs, he doubled his spending on cleaning products, and he rarely slept alone. Sakusa would have hated those things, before he met Atsumu. Now he wouldn't want his routine any other way.
I think this is probably my fav for SakuAtsu
Read the Receipt
Word count: 6,689
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: “I think we’re done here, thank you, Osamu. If we could just have the bill?” As though waiting for those words, Osamu removed a small square of paper from his pocket. And leaned over to slam the paper down on the table in front of Sakusa. “You’re paying tonight.” “What?”, Atsumu squawked, his eyebrows traveling further up his forehead. “Why?” “He knows why.”
Probably the ultimate proposal AU ngl
Call Me Maybe
Word count: 1,799
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: “What caused your nosebleed?” Dr. Sakusa asks, typing something into a computer next to him. “M’ brother smacked me in the face with a Wii controller,” Atsumu tells him. “We were playing Just Dance 4,” he adds. Dr. Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “What song?” He asks, and suddenly Atsumu feels very awkward. “Call Me Maybe,” he mumbles.
This one’s funny!
In Full Bloom <3
Word count: 9,598
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Sakusa has fallen in and out of love more times than he can count on one hand, his heart's restless endeavours forever marked by the flowers that bloomed across his skin. Just as he wrestles his heart under control, Atsumu comes crashing in once more, awakening long-forgotten feelings and painting Sakusa's life in the warmest rays of sunlight. But as fate would have it, Sakusa cannot stop loving Atsumu when he needs to more than ever.
They just can’t stop loving each other
It’s not Complaining, it’s Questioning <3
Word count: 1,669
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: In which Sakusa is annoyed that Atsumu picked Aran as a roommate and Ushijima and Komori have to deal with it.
Jealous Sakusa is so funny he’s such a whiny baby lmfao
Ode to the Night Sky
Word count: 2,403
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: The concept of a muse was so foreign and out of reach for Kiyoomi before he met Atsumu. He drew inspiration from the world around him, but having one thing, one person be the driving force behind his creativity had sounded laughable. It's in nights like these that he wonders how he could have ever been so naive to the strength a muse could have.
Body worship is just so good guys
Shades of Ink
Word count: 12,667
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 3/3
Summary: It’s fortunate that Miya Atsumu is such a good tattoo artist, because that appears to be his only redeeming quality. He’s too loud, too cocky, and so overtly flirtatious that Sakusa almost leaves the shop before he even steps inside. But he’s seen firsthand that Atsumu does good work, so he stays and suffers through it. The longer he's there, the more he thinks maybe Atsumu isn't all bad. When Atsumu asks for a tattoo from Sakusa’s shop in return, Sakusa knows he should turn Atsumu down. He doesn’t. What should have been a routine business transaction turns into something more hands-on than either of them expected.
Love tattoo AUs lol
Goodnight Kiss
Word count: 4,731
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Sakusa’s fingers curled at Atsumu’s jaw, hovering, before falling away. “We can’t be friends with benefits, considering we’re not friends.” Atsumu smiled, because Sakusa’s voice wasn’t completely flat. There was a familiar twist to it, sharp but not wounding. “Wanna be friends, then?” “No.” Atsumu glanced down at Sakusa’s hand. “Wanna be somethin’ else instead?” Sakusa didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, either. He glanced away and then back. “I don’t know.”
This is a really good one! Well written and a little angsty
ink blossoms
Word count: 8,168
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Opening a flower shop wasn’t the first idea Atsumu had for his future but in retrospect he wouldn’t trade it for anything. There was a certain joy in arrangements and learning the language of flowers so each bouquet meant something perfect. His little flower shop was a humble but bright place among the cobblestone plaza and people came and went with flowers for their loved ones. The business was good, the customers were kind, and the company he kept was amazing. It was perfect. At least until the tattoo parlor across the plaza finally opened.
Flower shop/tattoo artist AU lol
Notice <3
Word count: 7,034
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Embarrassingly, Miya Atsumu is the third person to notice his crush on Sakusa. And it's his crush in the first place.
This one is really funny and def one of my favs for this rare pair! Just such a good lil Drabble
School Bus Yellow
Word count: 4,904
Rating: General Audiences
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Atsumu has a crush on Sakusa, and it’s kind of ridiculous how much he likes a guy who wears ugly colored jackets and is afraid of germs. Though, Atsumu’s probably not all that great himself. He’s still figuring that part out.
This is the first SakAtsu I’ve ever read and it’s a little angsty with a lot of happy ending lol
Goshiki Tsutomu x Kawanishi Taichi
Knight and Bishop <3<3
Word count: 52,722
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 35/35
Summary: Three years before Tendou Satori comes to Shiratorizawa, Shirabu and Semi learn to live with each other, and to love.
I’m literally obsessed with this author’s royalty AUs omfg this series is literally incredible
Say Yes
Word count: 3,087
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Goshiki and Kawanishi both want to propose to one another and seek advice from Tendou.
If you’re just looking into some new pairings to read and you come across these two, this fic is part one of a series for them :)
Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurou
Victors <3
Word count: 5,255
Rating: Mature
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Kuroo and Bokuto were longtime rivals in the ring, but grew into something else behind the scenes. They've climbed to the top of the MMA hierarchy, and find themselves competing against one another for the championship title. It's a hard fight that leaves them bruised and bloody, but that's nothing new. Neither is the way they take care of each other afterward, in more ways than one.
Love MMA fighter AUs and this one is just wow
amarillion <3
Word count: 12,096
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: the story of how Koutarou falls for his best friend.
I fucking adore this fic. Bokuto and Akaashi’s friendship in this is everything they’re so supportive of each other and I just love the lil character study in this
Behind the Scene
Word count: 21,768
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 5/5
Summary: Kuroo is a typical college student. He goes to class, struggles through homework, and goes to the occasional party with his friends. The only atypical thing about him is his choice of part-time job. Kuroo isn't ashamed of doing cam work. He's certainly making more money than his friends who spend hours at a time working in restaurants or coffee shops. He enjoys the work, he makes his own schedule, and the other cam boys in his network aren't bad to look at, either. He's fond of one in particular, the ever-popular NightOwl. As it turns out, NightOwl is a fan of Kuroo's, too.
YAS camboy AU that has my heart I love
I know they’re best friends but that’s what makes their chemistry so awesome even tho I think irl they wouldn’t make a good couple lol
Daishou Suguru x Kozume Kenma
Reliable
Word count: 1,003
Rating: Mature
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Kuroo makes the mistake of leaving Kenma alone in a club. Frustrated at his best friend, Kenma leaves with a handsome rival who shows him a good night and then takes him home like a gentleman. Kuroo is not pleased.
This pairing is interesting to say the least. I enjoyed this fic tho ngl
Kageyama Tobio x Oikawa Tooru
Not Enough
Word count: 7,640
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 2/2
Summary: Kageyama and Oikawa realized they were soulmates in Junior High. Too bad Oikawa wants nothing to do with Kageyama.
This is the only fic for these two that I have because they are really not my favourite at all
Bokuto Koutarou x Kozume Kenma
I’m Which Bokuto Is Sorely Mistaken
Word count: 566
Rating: Teen +
Status: Completed; chapters 2/2
Summary: Sure, Bokuto knew how good Kenma was at video games. Of course he did, he was best friends with his best friend, he’d heard all the stories of Kenma destroying Kuroo five times a day when they were growing up. But, let’s be honest, that didn’t mean much, considering Bokuto also destroyed Kuroo every time they tried to have a “friendly contest”.
This one is just so weirdly good I never would have considered Bokuto and Kenma being together omfg
Oikawa Tooru x Ushijima Wakatoshi
Old Grudges <3
Word count: 6,475
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Oikawa never liked Ushijima. At least, until he accidentally started sleeping with him. Oikawa convinces himself that the sex isn't a problem. It's just a night here and there with no strings attached. They don't even have to like each other. But the more time they spend together, the more Oikawa realizes it's impossible to hate someone like Ushijima.
Another pairing I’m not huge on because I don’t think Oikawa is the kind of person to get over grudges but I fucking LOVE how they’re portrayed together in this fic it’s fucking beautiful
Iwaizumi Hajime x Semi Eita
Blacktop Rivalries <3<3
Word count: 31,006
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 6/6
Summary: When Oikawa first put together the motorcycle gang, Iwaizumi thought it was stupid. Now, several years later, the best days of his life are when he's on the road, lost in the rush of the wind and the thrill of the ride. It's by chance that he meets a fellow biker on a solo ride, and the two of them get along a little too well. Everything is great until Iwaizumi discovers Semi Eita is a member of Shiratorizawa, a rival biker gang that he has been conditioned to despise. They agree it's in their best interest to stop seeing each other before anyone discovers the affair. As it turns out, that's easier said than done
Another pairing where I say, how the FUCK did someone come up with this? And yet. AND YET it works. Like so well
Afterparty <3<3
Word count: 4,961
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed; chapters 1/1
Summary: Semi hadn't planned to be here, on his knees in the low light of his apartment, with his mouth full of a stranger's cock. He hadn't planned it, but things had escalated, and it was all Semi's fault. He blamed the show. The atmosphere had been electric, addictive. The crowd was loud, his band's performance had been flawless, and Semi had sang better than he'd ever sang before. It had left him with a particular sort of high. He was flying, and when he left the stage, he'd flown right into Iwaizumi Hajime. "Remember what I said to you at the venue?" asked Semi, his voice low, raspy. "I said I want you to hold me down and fuck me until I beg you to stop."
Seriously just incredible chemistry all around like hello???
Okay okay okay this is the LAST fic on my master list! We are really finished. For now, at least. I’m not a huge fanfiction reader anymore but on the occasions I find a new one I like I will add it here! I really hope that I’ve been able to help at least one person broaden their haikyuu horizons then this will all be worth it :)
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chimielie · 2 years
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cw: bruises and mention of slight injury , implied past nsfw if you squint, not angst or fluff just. (maybe both)
“Dump him,” your friends advise sagely. They advise you like you do them, cautious and apologetic but still insistent.
You know that you should. Sometimes it seems like he likes you, a lot a lot, and sometimes it feels like he’s forgotten about you entirely. You’re not even sure he knows your last name. You also know that you’re leaving to work in another country for six months in a week and a half, and his schedule will be beyond full in two (business owner, full-time grandson, nicotine addict, and boys’ volleyball coach) and cutting it off a little early is hardly a loss.
You’d woken up full of resolve (and a little hungover), but you’d stumbled sometime around the time you got into the shower and were reminded of the last time you’d had one with him. It’s not like Keishin hasn’t demonstrated that he cares about you—he has, thoroughly and often multiple times in a row. Drying yourself and catching sight of your form in the mirror, you notice a patch of discoloration on your upper right arm, an almost perfect circle of bruised flesh.
Weird. You wonder where it came from, and chalk it up to your last date.
It looks fresh.
If you agonize a little too long over what to wear, that’s nobody’s business but yours. You finally settle on the perfect blend between casual and put-together, comfortable and sexy, and arrive five minutes early to the cafe you’d agreed on.
Normally, he drives you, but you don’t want to rely on someone you just ended things with for transportation. For a depressing moment, you imagine that he wouldn’t really care either way.
Keishin slides into the seat across from you, breaking your train of thought. It’s just not fair how good he looks: his hair is ruffled like he drove here with all the windows down, and his eyes are bright, and the sleeves of his dark, loose-fitting t-shirt expose too much of the lean curvature of his arm muscles.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, in his heart’s-thief voice.
Well, actually, I don’t think you should call me things like that anymore, is what you mean to say.
“You have a bruise,” you say instead, nodding to a near perfectly round bruise on his upper right arm.
“Oh, yeah,” he looks down at it. “One’a the kids got me with a pencil. I think they were doing dares to procrastinate on homework or some shit.”
“Fun,” you say in a not-so-fun voice. “It’s funny. I have one just like it.” You tug your own sleeve up, showing off the contusion. You twist a little, trying to examine it further, missing the expression on his face.
"You always bruise easily?" You look at him, and there's a taste of haze in his voice that's probably just from the smoking.
"Yeah, ever since I was a kid," you shrug. "I swear, I was rambunctious, but I couldn't explain half of the marks I came home with every day. My parents actually took me to get checked out for anemia at one point, but they ran tests and just told me to stop falling out of trees or that it might be a..." You shut your mouth, aware that you're rambling, trying to put off the inevitable.
"Soulmate thing," Keishin finishes, and you can hear his swallow. Soulmates are a rare phenomenon, and no one ever assumes that they're one of the lucky ones. Better to be pleasantly surprised when—if—they ever meet and figure it out. "Hey, um, I'm sure it's nothing, but I've got this nasty scar on my foot, right—"
"On the pinky toe, the size of a penny," you interrupt. "My toenail fell off when I was twelve and it took forever to grow back. I wouldn't wear sandals all summer."
"I think I was fourteen," he's pushing up your sleeve, looking at the pencil-bruise again. His hands are calloused, his nails cut short. "I fell skating, and then I let it get infected. I had to wear a fucking boot, really killed my vibe."
"Shit," you say. All at once, you remember what you came here to do; remember that you'd texted him We need to talk, prepared to explain why this wasn't working out. Told him you didn't need one last ride in his pickup truck. His thumb rubs roughly over your (his?) bruise, and it aches and it's soothing all at once. Your coffee is no longer steaming, forgotten on the table between you.
"Shit," your soulmate echoes.
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flyingjemsaucer · 2 months
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Hey, all! It's my very first Haikyuu fic, and my very first bang fic as well! I usually do art for bangs, but wanted to try the writing side of things this year.
Anyway, here is "Bloom in Ashes", for the DaiSuga Big Bang 2023!
I was partnered with @sinkat-arts as my artist, and @bbgrl74_ (on Twitter and Bluesky) as my beta, who were both amazing. We really just had a great team (I love us, guys!).
Anyway, please enjoy this angsty ride!
Read it here!
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immediatelywriting · 10 months
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Turn Around, When Possible Reading Guide
A few months ago, I finished posting “Turn Around, When Possible” the first part of my Haikyuu fanfiction series called “There’s No Navigation That Tells You How To Survive A Car Crash”  on AO3. 
Back when I posted it, I left a reading guide in the comments on that final chapter, but I’m going to transfer it to Tumblr, because I think that’ll be more organized. 
So from now on, you’ll be able to find the storylines of each single character, in case you’re interested in reading only their storyline. 
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For the people who haven’t stumbled past this post because of the link in my AO3 end-note. Hi! I welcome you to read the summary of “Turn Around, When Possible”: 
It starts out like a fun idea: the Karasuno Volleyball Club traveling South to meet their rival teams for a training camp in Tokyo. Having full faith in their bus driver, Takeda, the team dozes off during the long drive. They’ve been driving through the woods for hours now, after all, and it’s already gotten dark.
Little do they know that this drive was never meant to be this long, and that Takeda is horrendously lost.
It gets worse from there – when, disoriented by the darkness and tiredness, Takeda makes a mistake while driving. A mistake that results in the bus rolling down a slope.
Just like that, Team Karasuno is hurt and stranded in the middle of nowhere, struggling to survive. All they can do, except take care of their wounds and one another, is wait, and wait, and wait for someone to find them.
They wish they’d turned around when they still had the chance.
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Are you interested in reading the entire first fic (not following just one character) click here. I do really recommend you first read it completely before choosing a specific character’s storyline, because otherwise things will get really confusing.
Or if you want to read part 2 of this series, click here. 
Click “read more” to see all characters’ storylines listed in order below.
Hinata’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 14
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 22
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 31
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 11
chapter 18
chapter 21
chapter 22
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 28
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 40
chapter 41
chapter 44
chapter 49
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Kageyama’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 14
chapter 16
chapter 22
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 31
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 18
chapter 22
chapter 40
chapter 41
chapter 47
chapter 48
chapter 49
chapter 52
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Daichi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 30
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2
chapter 9
chapter 12
chapter 23
chapter 24
chapter 25
chapter 35
chapter 39
chapter 42
chapter 45
chapter 46
chapter 50
chapter 54
chapter 55
chapter 56
chapter 58 _______________________________________
Sugawara’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 30
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1
chapter 12
chapter 23
chapter 25
chapter 28
chapter 35
chapter 39
chapter 50
chapter 51
chapter 54
chapter 55
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Nishinoya’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 20
chapter 28
chapter 30
chapter 36
chapter 37
chapter 53
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Asahi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 9
chapter 26
chapter 27
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 17
chapter 20
chapter 29
chapter 30
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 37
chapter 53
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Tanaka’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 19
chapter 20
chapter 21
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Kiyoko’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 21
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2
chapter 13
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 33
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Yachi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 24
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2
chapter 6
chapter 13
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Tsukishima’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 6
chapter 17
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4
chapter 14
chapter 38
chapter 43
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Yamaguchi’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 6
chapter 17
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 14
chapter 17
chapter 28
chapter 33
chapter 34
chapter 35
chapter 38
chapter 43
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 58
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Takeda’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 4
chapter 10
chapter 12
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1
chapter 6
chapter 12
chapter 31
chapter 32
chapter 44
chapter 56
chapter 57
chapter 58
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Uaki’s storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 10
chapter 18
chapter 19
chapter 29
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 19
chapter 32
chapter 56
chapter 57
chapter 58
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The other teams’ storyline
These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline
Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 5 
chapter 13 
chapter 25
chapter 28
chapter 32
chapter 33
Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 8
chapter 52
chapter 58
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I’ll be adding to the new chapters from part three to this list once “Destination Route” has also been uploaded entirely :)
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ittetsuspecs · 5 months
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Should've draw more blood but I'm getting eepy
Werewolf ukai!
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Without text ver :)
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cherxyx · 2 years
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Guys....Hear me out
I recently talked with my grandma and my grandma had a total of 15 kids. She said that she wanted her story into another story; now this is where I come in! I told my grandma everything about Haikyuu and au’s, I read her some of my stories, she watched the show and loved it(a little shocking)  I explained to her that I wanted to create something with haikyuu and her story. She loved the idea and told me a lot thing leading up to the 15 kids and gave me permission to write it. 
Here is some more information: This will be a mafia au,  Y/N will be 30 in this because by the time my grandma reached her 30′s she had 15 kids by then, this is the kids trying to find their mother who is a deadly assassin(Y/N). They kidnap her and it’s only till the Fukurodani clan find that out and the rest spirals from there. (I did get permission from grandma)
Who would read it?
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nicostenz · 9 months
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MAC REQUESTS
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hey yall,, sooo first post here? HAHA
Just before you get to know me Hi, I'm Mac or Steny. I write and I draw. I happen to be multifandom as well!
I went here to initially read fanfics and shit. but here I am, taking requests lol. (only for writing!)
Honestly, I'm doing this cus I'm bored tee hee.
But here's a list of things I wont and will do! please read (-.o) ~
WONT DO
- heavy gore
- boyfriends webtoon
- ybc
- DSMP
- suggestive minor x reader content
^^ reason why I wont do this yet is because some fandoms are problematic/not interested in it. ^^
WILL DO
- oneshots
- headcanons
- gn!reader
- m!reader
- f!reader
- AUs
- Slightly suggestive scenes.
- character x character
-character x reader
- fluff
- angst (not thay good at it haha)
- hurt comfort
- found family
(I'll do any tropes)
- Across the Spiderverse (ATSV)
- Haikyuu!!
^^ KEEP THESE IN MIND! IF I DONT REPLY THAY MEANS IM BUSY, DIFF TIMEZONE, OR IS SOMETHING I WILL NOT DO. KEEP IT IN MIND!!! ^^
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I HOPE I DO GET REQUESTS SOON BC IM BORED AS HELL HAHAHA. BUT YES I HOPE I REACHED THE RIGHT AUDIENCE!
I'LL EDIT THIS POST IN THE FUTURE. IM NOT USED TO TUMBLR SINCE I BARELY WRITE HERE!! I MOST WRITE IN GDOCS AND WATPADD AND A BIT ON AO3 SOOO BEAR WITH ME. IM ALSO NOT THAT GOOD IN WRITING BARE WITH ME LIKE ACTUALLY!!!
I hope yall do start requesting cuz this summer boring af. anywayz, I do hope yall request! help me improve too!
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kkyaka · 3 months
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Summary: Running into someone who was a key part in making high school hell for you wasn't what you expected when you settled into college Pairing: Ukai Keishin x black!fem!reader Warnings: friends to lovers (kinda), college!au, a handful of angst, reader kinda overworks herself, ukai is whipped for reader, one random bad encounter with an oc, reader was bullied in high school and is still holding onto that LMFAO, making out, grinding, tit sucking, little bit of marking, fingering, i think that's it, if there's anymore please tell me ya girl is tired Word Count: 21,351 (oops) A/N: Um, it's been a while LMFAO. I'm honestly not very proud of this fic, but I wanted to post it anyway as kinda of gateway to getting back into posting my fics cause I have four more (maybe five) that I wanna post. This was a part of my scrapped follower event (RIP). Reblogs are appreciated, and thank you for reading if you do read this trash!
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The first week of classes always makes you anxious. This semester, you’ve got some classes in buildings you’ve never been in, and you didn’t get a chance to walk the campus to find them because you moved in so late. You don’t know why the apartment you moved into decided that moving in the weekend before school started was a great idea.
Luckily, you found your first class with ease, a simple elective that you need to graduate, and you hope that the coursework won’t be too hard. You got here early just in case you had trouble finding it, so you scroll on your phone to pass the time as the class fills in. None of your friends are in this class, so you’re not waiting on anybody.
By the size of the room, it doesn’t look like the class size will be that big, so you hope that the people that are taking it with you are bearable. No one is sitting at the desks around you, and that doesn’t bother you, but what does bother you is that someone sits right next to you when there were other seats open. 
You try to keep the sigh you make as silent as possible, not even giving the person a look as you keep your attention on your phone. You put it away when the professor walks in, pulling your laptop out of your backpack as she introduces herself. “Make sure you guys introduce yourselves to the people around you because you’re going to be working with them a lot this semester.”
You try to hide your annoyance, putting on a nice smile before you turn to the person that’s sitting next to you, but it drops the moment your eyes land on them. You feel something run through you that you can’t explain, grabbing the corner of your desk in a tight grip. 
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” he laughs, but there’s not a single part of you that finds any of this funny.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you whisper, thankful that you’re in the back of the classroom so no one can eavesdrop. 
“Why so hostile? I thought we were friends.”
“We’re far from that Ukai, and you know it.” His name feels heavy, foreign on your tongue, something you hadn’t even thought about saying in months. 
Ukai Keishin. Someone that you’d never thought you’d see again. Someone who’s been haunting your past for way longer than you’d like. You thought that college would give you the chance to get away from him, and yeah sure, you picked a relatively small college, but out of all of the colleges, he picks this one? You can’t help but look over him, seeing how much he’s changed; how much he’s grown. He is not the same boy that you’ve known for so long, and you willfully ignore that part of you that wants to examine that even further.
“You’ve always been so mean to me,” he whines playfully, which makes you roll your eyes because that’s rich coming from him. 
“Answer my question,” you say, hoping that you get an answer from him, and then you just go back to ignoring him. 
“Same reason you are, no?”
“Why this one, specifically?” you press, looking around with your eyes for somewhere else you can sit the next time you have this class.
“You can ease up, alright? I’m being totally honest when I say I had no idea you would be here too.” It doesn’t sound like he’s lying, looking over his face before finding something else to do. You don’t bother to continue the conversation; thankfully, the professor gets the class's attention again. 
She asks if anyone wants to share something about the person that they introduce themselves to, and a few people raise their hands. You sigh slowly, resting your chin on your hand after you put your elbow on the desk. After a few people have shared, she goes over the syllabus, but you’re not paying attention.
Even though you’re not looking at him, the fact that you now know he’s sitting next to you, is the only thing you can focus on. You’ve never wished for a class to be over so fast in your life so that you can just get out of here without having to speak to him again. You sigh a bit, feeling like he’s watching you, but you refuse to look over at him to confirm that.
The longer your professor talks, the more uneasy you start to feel. You knew that the class wouldn’t last the whole time today since it was the first class, but you swear that time has slowed down. You see Ukai move a little bit closer to you in the corner of your eye, and you try to act like you didn’t see it.
“When’s your next class?” you hear him whisper, but you don’t answer, only responding with a quick side-eye. You turn your attention back to the front, and you sigh in annoyance, but that’s not enough to deter him because you feel a nudge at your desk. 
“Leave me alone,” you whisper, keeping your eyes forward.
“I will when you tell me.” You ball your hand into a fist, sighing again because you’re pretty sure he’s not going to mess with you anymore; figuring he just said that to get a rise out of you. You shake your head softly. It’s too fucking early for this. She’s starting to get toward the end of the syllabus, so you decide to order some food since you skipped breakfast this morning. You leave your phone on your desk while you put your laptop back into your bag, and when your eyes land on your desk, your phone is gone.
Your head immediately turns to the culprit, and he’s looking at the screen, but you can’t tell what he’s doing. “Are you a child?!” you grit, glancing at the front of the room before you try to reach for it. He’s quick to move away from you so that you can’t reach your phone, and right as your professor dismisses the class, he gives you your phone back.
You frown, thinking that he was going to put up more of a fight, and you notice how he steps closer to you when the other students are leaving the classroom, but there’s nowhere for you to move to. When the last student is out, you quickly make your way out, sliding past him when he puts distance between the two of you. 
You have a class in about another hour, so you order your food before you check to see if he did anything to your phone. Nothing looks different, and he cleared your apps, covering his tracks, so you’d have to do some digging to figure out what he did. You don’t bother to find it right now, trying not to concentrate on the fact that you will now be in the same room as Ukai.
You cross your fingers that he’ll drop the class, and you could also do that, but there’s no way you’d go through with it. You had left high school with high hopes that you would never see him again, but it’s just your shitty luck that you do. He made your life a living hell before college, and you were hoping that you could start fresh, leaving all of that behind.
But how long has he been here? You’ve been here a year already and you had no clue that he was here. And even if he was, your mom would’ve probably told you about it since she stays in touch with some of the other parents of your peers from high school. So, why were you unpleasantly surprised today?
You check to see how close your food is to being ready when you get a text. Your walking slows when you see Ukai’s name pop up, and seeing it allows you to figure out what he was doing with your phone. You swipe it away, shaking your head before you pick up the pace, but you falter when you see that he’s calling you.
You stop, stepping off to the side so that you’re not in the way of other people before you answer it. “God, what do you want?” you groan. 
“It’s only ten-thirty in the morning, and you’re already this grumpy?” he chuckles, and you ball your hand into a fist, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself.
“I’m blocking you,” you say.
“Aw, you don’t mean that, do you?” You can hear his voice more precisely this time, but it doesn’t sound like it’s coming through the phone. You turn around to see him walking up to you with a smirk on his face, phone by his ear.
You hang up the phone, sighing heavily. “What do you want?” you repeat, way past annoyed right now, and when you look back at him, you see something flash in his eyes, but it’s gone before you can figure out what it was.
“Just give me fifteen minutes, okay?” He’s lost that teasing tone in his voice, and you chew on your lip softly while you contemplate before you finally give in. 
“Fine. I’m heading to the student union to get some food,” you tell him, hoping that this will finally get him to leave you alone. You start walking, and he happily steps in rhythm right next to you. It’s pretty silent for the first couple of feet you walk, and you expected him to continue the conversation, but he stays silent.
You definitely don’t have anything you want to say to him; well, in public at least. Your mind is racing as you walk, and you’re starting to wish that he would talk to you so that you can shut your thoughts out. You can’t help but think about how he treated you when you were younger, and how most of the time he was the aid in your bullying. 
As far as you’re concerned, you didn’t think he liked you, or either he loved to make your life a living hell, and his actions justified that. But what he’s doing now is completely baffling to you. You can’t help but scoff, rubbing over your head as you smile. Who knew that your day could be turned upside down in a matter of minutes?
“What’s so funny?” he asks, making you realize that you accidentally reacted to your thoughts out loud.
“So, did you transfer, or…?” you say, not wanting to answer the question.
“Nah, I was here last school year,” he answers, shoving his hands in his pockets. You nod softly, looking at the ground. The school isn’t that small, so you may have just never run into him. But on the other hand, the school isn’t massive either, so you’re a bit surprised that you haven’t seen him.
“I’m assuming you’re majoring in something dealing with agriculture?” you ask next, meeting his gaze, and the smile he gives you makes you feel too many things, and you don’t like it.
“Horticulture, specifically, yeah,” he tells you with a nod, looking at the ground before he looks at you again. “Now, how’d you know that?”
You choke a bit, clearing your throat as you look off to the side. “I mean, who didn’t? Farming was all you talked about in high school,” you try. It’s a horrible attempt at taking the heat off the fact that you know what he’s interested in, and you know there’s no way that it worked.
“You were listening to me in high school?” he questions, and the teasing tone in his voice increases your urge to punch him in the stomach.
“It’s not like I had a choice, you and your friends talked so fucking loud all of the time.” That you say with confidence because there’s a ton of truth to that statement. He’s always been obnoxious, but with his friends, it seemed like it would always multiply. Not seeing him was the best part of your high school career. 
He laughs a bit in surprise before he nods. “Okay, I’ll give you that.” One of the bigger classes must’ve gotten out because there are a lot more people around as you walk, forcing Ukai to move closer to you. You try to shy away, but there’s no way you can move without falling off the sidewalk, so you just bite your tongue when you feel his shoulder brush against yours.
“Alright, so how’s your schedule looking this semester?”
“Hectic to say the least,” you chuckle, sighing a bit as you think about your future workload. “So, I hope this class will be the least of my worries.”
“Ah, you’ll be fine, just don’t stress too much about it.”
You scoff. “Yeah, that’s a lot easier said than done.” When you get to the student union, he holds the door open for you, and you thank him softly, picking up your pace a little, but he falls in time with your steps.
You quickly glance at your phone, seeing that your order is ready, and you’re grateful for an excuse to get away from him. “Uh, well, my food is ready, so I should probably go.” You try to turn around as fast as you can, but he must notice that you’re trying to leave because he starts talking right when you finish.
“Do you have any other classes today?” he says quickly, and you stop, trying to hide your heavy sigh.
“No,” you lie, but that isn’t enough to let him drop the conversation because he speaks up again, and you wonder why you haven’t just walked away yet. 
“You mind if I join you while you eat?” That sounds like a horrible idea, so you promptly come up with an excuse that thankfully doesn’t sound forced.
“Oh, well, I’m probably gonna go sit in the library,” you say. “Wanna make sure I’m not gonna fall behind since I already have homework.” You feel like you might be playing it up too much, especially when he squints after he hears your words.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it sounds like you’re trying to avoid me,” he infers, and you start to panic a little bit, trying to think about how to respond.
“I’m not. I promise.” You chuckle, waving your hand out right as you feel your phone vibrate with a text. “I’ve already made plans to meet up with my friend, so…” Perfect timing, you think in your head because if that text hadn’t come through, you don’t know what you would’ve said.
He smirks at you before he nods his head. “Okay, then. I’ll let you go.” You almost curl your body forward slightly in relief, but you hold that urge back. “It was good to see you again.”
“Yeah,” you say tersely, giving him a tight smile. You awkwardly wave before you finally turn around and walk away to get your food. You don’t walk fast, but you do try to get out of there as soon as you can because you can feel his eyes on you without even having to look. 
It makes you feel a certain type of way that you don’t even want to try and tackle, so you hightail it out of there. Once you get outside, you feel like you can breathe again, but now you don’t know where to go. It’s not like you could sit inside the student union after lying to Keishin, so you look at the time on your phone to try and figure out where would be the best place to go.
Based on the time, there’s a building you could sit in and not have to worry about a lot of people being there, so you head on over there. You slide your headphones onto your head from around your neck and let the music take over the thoughts that you don’t want to hear right now as you walk.
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“It’s only the beginning of the week, and you already look like you want it to be over.” Your forehead is pillowed by your forearms on the table, and you lift your head to set your chin on your arms. 
“I had a terrible surprise this morning,” you answer solemnly. You didn’t lie to Ukai entirely. You were meeting up with your friend, but it was after your second class, and you weren’t meeting her in the library. So, it was just a tiny lie. Luckily, you didn’t run into him anymore today, but you hate how you were on high alert the whole day.
You’ve never been more aware of your surroundings, looking around when you leave the building, and making sure you’re continuously looking around as you walked to your car. You could say that you’re being dramatic, but another part of you just wants to consider it “keeping your peace” since seeing Ukai again brought back painful memories.
“What? You tripped in front of a lot of people or what?” You sit up, sighing as you lean back in your chair.
“I saw someone from high school that I thought I’d never see again.” Your friend flips through her textbook, already having homework, as she shrugs.
“So? What’s so bad about that?”
“He made my life a living hell.” Your friend perks up at that, lifting her head to give you her full attention.
“Oh, it’s a ‘he’? Is he cute?” You give her a plain look, which makes her chuckle a little. “Okay, so I need a backstory. We’ve been friends for like a year, and I don’t think I’ve heard about this guy.”
And there’s a reason for that. You would much rather leave painful memories behind, but your luck says otherwise. “Well, I would prefer to not talk about a guy that made my life harder than needed,” you start with a sigh, “but today, he acted like everything from high school never happened.”
“What does that mean?”
“He was nice to me.” You can’t help but scoff a little, laughing because it sounds like the bare minimum, but he was nowhere near acting like that back then. “I thought he hated me or something.” 
“Why do you think he hates you?”
“Because he messed with me non-stop! He and his friends humiliated me as much as they could.”
“Are you sure that it was him that was messing with you or was he just in the background?” That makes you freeze, and you slump a little at her question. If you think about it, he’s never physically done or said anything to you, but the fact that he was there, and didn’t do anything to stop it was enough to convince you that he didn’t like you. And it was enough for you to not like him. 
“What did he say to you today?” your friend asks after you’re silent for a while. 
“He put his number in my phone, and he walked with me to the student union. He said he thought we were friends.” You rub your hand over your face, resting your top half on the table again. There’s so much confusion on a Monday, and you’ve barely been to all of your classes. 
“It doesn’t sound like he hates you to me.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s making me sound like I’m fucking crazy,” you say lightly, looking at what’s playing on the TV behind your friend. “I’m pretty sure he’s just trying to butter me up or something to try and make himself look good. And then he’ll make my life miserable again once I let him back in.”
“You’ve always been so dramatic,” your friend laughs. “I’m telling you right now, that I don’t think that’s the case. He definitely would’ve acted differently, right? Did he ever talk to you in high school?”
“Barely. I caught him staring at me all the fucking time. He sometimes tried to talk to me after his friends did something to me, but I never let him speak.” Your friend is a hundred percent invested in this story, all of her attention on you instead of her textbooks.
“Okay, give me a couple of instances where you were messed with,” she tells you after she laughs at your answer. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to re-live through some of those moments. 
You tell her about the time they constantly tripped you while you were walking to your seat in a class you shared with him. You tell her about the time they started rumors about you multiple times. Now, that you’re older, they weren’t that bad, but just the thought of people that stuff about you made you hate half of high school. 
You told her about all the times you heard them whispering, knowing that they were talking about you and feeling tears welling up in your eyes at the snickers you would hear behind you. You stop soon after, biting your lip to calm yourself before your friend asks where was Ukai in all of this.
“He never said anything, and like I said, he was always staring at me whenever I looked at him.” You tell her about the times he would come up to you after class, usually after the bullying, but you didn’t give him a chance to speak, darting out of the room before he could even get your name out.
“Maybe he was trying to apologize,” she offers. “I’m not saying that I’m condoning him sitting there and letting it happen, but I don’t think he hates you like you say he does. At all.”
“Well, he had a lot of time to apologize, and he never did.” Yeah, you’re still hung up about it, and you don’t care if you sound like a child. He was a bystander and still dared to call them his friends and hang out with them after what they did to you.
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but if you wanna hear him out, I don’t blame you. But if you don’t, then you could always drop the class and find another one to fill your requirement,” she says. “But, I know you’re not gonna drop, so it’s up to you,” she tacks on, making you frown at her. She smiles at you before she goes back to your textbook, and you can’t help but copy it, standing up and making your way toward your room, but not without playfully shoving her first.
You spend the rest of your night torn between completely ignoring your friend or taking her advice. Not having homework is a good and bad thing because you don’t have anything to distract you from your thoughts. You kill the time by watching a show that you’ve already seen a bunch of times, scrolling through your phone while you sit on your bed. 
Your friend has a point, but there’s a part of you that’s spent a while trying to lock that part of your life away, and you don’t want to go through the trouble of opening it back up again. You don’t know if you’ll be able to handle it when everything you’ve suppressed comes flying out.
When your eyelids start to feel heavy, you decide to call it a night, hoping in the shower before you do your face routine. When you get in bed, you toss and turn for a little bit, hoping that your dilemma stays out of your dreams.
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Wednesday rolls around faster than you’d like, and you find yourself in that class once again in the same seat you picked on the first day of classes. You keep your headphones on as you get comfortable, having about fifteen minutes before class starts. You can feel yourself getting antsier as the class time approaches, wondering if Ukai dropped the class. 
You shrug off your thoughts, questioning in your head why you’re so worried about him in the first place. It doesn’t do much though because you feel your heart start racing when you can see someone sitting next to you in your peripheral. You don’t look, keeping your eyes on your phone, but you decide to switch your attention to your laptop.
You think the professor talks starting, so you turn your headphones off, sliding them off your head. “Good morning.” You hear it almost as soon as you take the headphones off your ears, and it nearly scares you.
“Morning,” you reply softly, glancing to the side to confirm that Ukai is sitting next to you. 
“How was your day yesterday?” he asks, and you shake your head a little as you shrug.
“Uh, it was pretty okay, I guess. It’ll be more hectic next week once my labs start,” you tell him, and it feels weird to be making small talk with him. Your friend’s words echo in your head as you ask him about his day yesterday.
“Mine was pretty okay, too. You know the first week of classes is always dragging.” You give him a nod, deciding to fully turn your head to look at him, but when you see that he’s staring right at you, you quickly look back at your laptop. 
Your professor starts talking, so you attempt to pay attention even though you’re more nervous than you’d like to be. Right as she finishes the discussion about what you’re going to be doing today, someone walks into the class. 
No one notices because they’ve all started talking to themselves in the groups that they’re in, and since you’re sitting in the back right by the door, she catches your attention. You look over her, commenting in your head how pretty her outfit is, but then Ukai quickly averts your attention to him.
“You did the readings, right?” he asks, and you squint at him.
“Did you?” you say right back, and he smiles a little which makes you think about how you’re feeling about that. 
“I did,” he answers confidently before giving you a synopsis of the reading much to your surprise. “I can’t slack off like I did in high school, so I’m trying to start early so I don’t get behind.” His words leave you a little stunned, but before you can even try and form a response, the girl who walked in late walks up to the both of you.
“You don’t mind if I work with you, do you?” She’s only looking at Ukai when she asks, and she must’ve walked up to the professor and had her fill her in on what you’re doing.
“Well, I’m working with her already, so,” he answers, and you make a face when it looks like disdain appears across her face.
“Oh, well, the professor said I could join a group,” she responds, and you can feel the air taking an awkward turn, but you have no idea what to say. Ukai sighs a little, glancing at you before he looks at her.
“Sure, one more doesn’t hurt.” She smiles widely before moving one of the desks closer to him before sitting down, and he leans towards you, which makes you lean back a little. “Are you okay with this?” he whispers.
“Uh, yeah, it’s fine,” you mumble back quickly, overwhelmed by how close he is. It doesn’t look like your words convinced him, but she’s talking to him again, so he doesn’t get a chance to make sure. While he’s talking to her, filling her in on what you’re supposed to be doing, you pull up your annotations from the readings you had to read for this class.
For about ten minutes, absolutely no work gets done because every time Ukai tries to talk to you, she interrupts with questions that have nothing to do with the work. And she’s only talking to him. You have an annoyed look on your face as you stare at your empty word document. Ukai seems to be just annoyed as you, and you truly don’t know why she’s acting like this. You don’t even know her.
You figure that you’re probably not going to get any work done, and by the conversations you’re overhearing from the other groups, they’re not necessarily talking about their group work either. It seems like there’s a lull in the conversation between her and Ukai, so you speak up.
“I like your outfit,” you say, giving her a small smile.
“I didn’t ask.” 
Keishin freezes, his fingers no longer typing on his keyboard, and your face drops. She’s giving you an ugly look, and you’re about to turn and face her, but he stops you by asking you some questions about the work. There’s a look in his eyes that you can’t decipher, but after that, he barely pays attention to her.
Every time she tries to talk, he talks over her, and it’s starting to get to you. “Ukai, it’s okay,” you say softly, and you don’t need to say it that loud because he’s practically in your space, moving over whenever she moved closer to him.
“No, it’s not,” he grits, and you never knew that fifty minutes could be so long. You managed to get some of your document filled, and you start to pack your stuff up once there are about five minutes left in class. You wish you could be out of here sooner. The girl continues to talk now that Ukai isn’t occupied anymore, and you can’t even bring yourself to look their way.
You feel a pit forming in your stomach at what she said to you, her attitude not sitting right with you, but you don’t want to say anything to her. The other part of you just wants to get out of her, and you refuse to let her ruin the rest of your day. Your professor lets the class out a little early once she sees that everyone is finishing up, and since your backpack is already packed, you quickly stand.
Ukai stands up almost at the same time you do, way faster. “So, I was wondering–” The girl is standing as well, and she’s still talking to him. 
“I didn’t ask.” You choke a bit at Ukai’s sudden response, turning your head to look away as you try to hold in your laugh, but not before you can catch her stunned reaction. You jump when he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room ahead of everyone else. You have to walk a little faster to keep up with him, and he doesn’t let your hand go until you’re both well away from the building.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slowing his steps.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” you say. “I’m a little pissed, yeah, but I’m not stressed over it.” He doesn’t say anything in return, and the silence allows you to remember that he’s still holding your hand. 
You feel your face grow warm as you slightly tug, and he feels it, letting go of your hand immediately. “Sorry about that,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry about it,” you say lightly even though your body isn’t taking it so lightly. You grab your hand gently, rubbing over your palm as if you’re missing the feeling of his hand against yours. 
“So, it looks like you’re done for the day,” he says without missing a beat, and you frown a bit before you quickly remember that you lied to him about your schedule. 
“Oh, yeah,” you respond slowly, wondering if you want to come clean about it. “I would be, but I do have another class in an hour. My professor canceled the class on Monday for some reason.” You don’t know why you’re telling him this, and there’s a small part of you that regrets it the moment you do.
“Really? What class is it?”
“Uh, quantitative chemistry.”
“Oof, sounds hard,” he grimaces, and you chuckle a little, shaking your head a little.
“I don’t think it’ll be that bad, hopefully. Math wasn’t always my best, but it’s stuff I already learned so I should be fine.” You try not to focus on how close he is to you as you walk, and you know there’s no reason for him to be since the foot traffic isn’t bad. “Do you have anything else today?” you ask, trying to use conversation as a way to keep your thoughts quiet.
“Yeah, I have a stats class in an hour as well,” he sighs.
“God, I do not miss taking that. I’m glad I’m done with it.”
“Lucky you then,” he jests, nudging you with his shoulder. “I absolutely suck at math, so this won’t be fun.” You open your mouth getting ready to say that you remember that from high school, but you quickly shut it. You don’t need to expose yourself anymore.
“It might not be that bad, you’re given the formulas on the exams anyways.” 
“Well, if I ever have trouble, I know to call you.”
“Right,” you mumble. The conversation thankfully stops without being awkward, but you don’t want to listen to your head right now. There’s so much going on, your brain is trying to process too much, so you try to think about where you’re going to kill time until your next class.
“Are you gonna be getting food again today?” he asks after a while even though you’re not walking anywhere near the student union. Which makes you notice that he’s just been walking wherever you’re going.
You shake your head. “No, I ate a pretty big breakfast today, so I’m just gonna find somewhere to sit while I wait for my next class.” 
“You mind if I join you?” You hesitate for a split second before you answer.
“If you want to,” you say, leaving it at that as you try not to reveal how you’re feeling. But hell, you don’t even know how you’re feeling about this.
You find a place outside since it’s nice and not too hot to sit at, and it’s an equal distance for both of you from your next class. Since you already have assignments due for your classes, you try to get a headstart on it, so you pull out your notes and laptop to get started on that. 
Ukai sits across from you, and it takes everything in you to not look at him. He’s on his phone for a while that you can see from your peripheral, but then he’s on his laptop soon after that. You get into your work, finding a groove, and you’re almost done with most of it when you hear someone call Ukai’s name.
Both of you look up, and your heart drops when your eyes land on the owner of the voice. You quickly put your head down, hoping that your undivided attention on your laptop screen will cause him not to notice you. You swallow heavily as they greet each other, and you look at the time to see that you still have twenty minutes until your class starts.
You try to pack up some of your stuff since you’re done anyway, but then you feel your body run cold when Ukai says your name. “You remember her, right?” You hesitantly look up, and you can feel all of the emotions that you’ve been trying to suppress bubble over.
The guy says your name again in disbelief before recognition goes across his face. “Wow, it is you! I almost didn’t recognize you,” he laughs, and you wait for it. “You aren’t as ugly as you were in high school.” There it is.
You barely smile at him because there’s no way you can laugh that off, and you see Ukai frown deeply, turning to the guy, you start to close your laptop. “I’m gonna head out,” you start, and Ukai tries to stop you, but the guy won’t shut up about how much you’ve changed, calling you the names he called you back then, and you can feel yourself starting to break down.
“Don’t leave,” Ukai says, catching your hand before you can put your stuff in your bag. 
“Yeah, we have to stay and catch up,” the guy buds in, and you know there isn’t a smile on your face when you look at him.
“You can go,” Ukai orders, keeping his hand on yours, and this situation is so awkward and embarrassing, but your body is frozen at Keishin’s words. The guy tries to laugh Ukai’s sudden change in attitude off, not even the slightest put off by him. 
“Come on, man. This is hilarious, no? You remember how much she–”
“I remember how much I wanted to beat your ass,” Ukai states. “Now leave before I do.” You try to keep your breathing even as you look around. No one was around to hear the conversation, but some people are looking as they walk to wherever they are going. The guy stops smiling, looking at Ukai like he’s grown a second head.
“Are you serious right now?” the guy questions incredulously as he looks at you. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling this bitch–”
Ukai is on his feet in a split second, grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt. “You have two seconds to move your ass before I do it for you. You apologize to her now, and I never want to see your face again.” 
Your body is shaking so badly, you feel like you could cry, and you flinch a little when Ukai tightens his grip on his shirt, shaking him just a little. “I’m not playing around here. Apologize. Now.”
“Ukai, it’s okay, he doesn’t have to–” you try, but he doesn’t even look at you, pulling the guy closer to him and nearly off of his feet.
“Yes. He. Does.” 
“Okay, okay. Just chill,” the guy pleads, and Keishin lets his grip loose just a little, but he doesn’t let him go. “I���m sorry, okay?” At this point, you don’t care for his half-assed apology, but the high school part of you is feeling a rush from hearing him say those words.
“Mean it,” he says angrily, and the guy turns to look at you.
“I’m sorry,” he says, but that doesn’t satisfy Ukai.
“For?”
“For messing with you. I’m sorry for what I just said. I was just fucking around in high school, and I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I promise,” he rushes out, and you’d never thought you’d hear that from him. You’re so overwhelmed with emotions right now, that you don’t say anything, but Ukai lets the guy go with a rough shove.
“Get the fuck out of my face,” he hisses, and the guy fixes his shirt, giving Ukai a searing glare, but he walks off without another word. You take a deep breath when he disappears out of sight, and you jump a bit when Ukai’s next to you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“I’m fine,” you breathe, finally looking at Ukai, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so worried. His hands are on your shoulders, and you give him a smile to try and lessen his worries. “I’m fine. I just thought I’d never see him again,” you say with an airy chuckle, and when you start to relax, he lets his hands slide off of you, but you’re still a little frazzled to notice how long they take to leave your body.
Ukai goes to say something, but you check the time on your phone to see that you don’t have a lot of time until your next class. “Oh, we have to go,” you say softly, packing up your stuff. Ukai stands there, watching you, and you turn to him once you have your backpack on your shoulders. “Thanks, Ukai,” you say softly.
“Of course,” he says just as softly, and you return the smile he gives you. “You go on ahead, I’ll see you on Friday.” You nod, walking off, and he watches you go. He sighs as he starts to pack his stuff up. There’s so much he wanted to say to you. 
Maybe next time.
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You’re a month into the semester, and your work is already stockpiling. You try to get ahead of it, but it always ends up catching up to you. You’ve piled up on your classes this semester, and you’re starting to hate your past self for doing that. The class you have with Ukai is the only class where the workload isn’t the heaviest, but it still takes a hefty amount of time to do the work for it. 
The readings that you have to read before class have gotten longer, and you just barely have enough time to read them. You’re dragging ass when you get to class on Monday, feeling like you might fall asleep at your desk when you sit down. You’re surprised you managed to even remember bringing all of your stuff for class today, and Ukai sits next to you as you slowly take your stuff out of your bag.
“Rough night?” you barely hear him ask, and it takes you a while to blink, your eyelids feeling like they’re tied to weights.
“Something like that,” you whisper before you rub your eyes. “My workload is a bitch especially with midterms coming up, so I’m not getting a lot of sleep.” You yawn as you rest your chin on your hand. He doesn’t say anything else, and the professor starts talking, but he keeps his eyes on you while she does.
You rub your hand over your face, even drinking water to try and keep yourself awake. You feel like you might cry when she announces that you’re going to be presenting in front of the class about the readings you’re doing. Ukai watches you make a face at her words, and then he notices that you’re still working on things all the while. 
But when the class breaks off to do work, you immediately start talking about the readings that you had to do for the class. He wants to ask about how you’re doing, but he doesn’t think he’ll get the chance. His concern is only fueled when you keep having to stop to think about what you’re saying. He ends up doing most of the work, which he doesn’t mind, and it seems like class flies by in a blur. 
You and Ukai will have to present at least twice this semester, the first presentation being next week, which means you’ll have to get started on your papers now. When class is dismissed, he waits for you to pack up your stuff, and he can tell that you’re really tired especially since you’re not walking as fast as you usually do.
“So, are you going to be free any time to work on this?” he asks you once you’re both walking outside. 
“It’s gonna have to be at the end of the week. I’m gonna try and get as much work done as I can so I can focus on this. Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, I can make it work.”
“We can try and start on it now while we wait for our next class if you want to,” you offer, and you both find a spot inside this time since it looks like it might rain, which doesn’t help your grogginess. Ukai sits next to you, but you’re too tired to freak out about it. He starts talking about the readings that you have to do, and what you could potentially write about in your paper.
You don’t know if it’s because you’ve chosen a pretty quiet spot, or if it’s his voice, but something starts to put you to sleep. Ukai can see your head bobbing every time you doze off, but he doesn’t say anything, continuing to talk about the material, and while you start to doze off again, he lets his hand gently guide it to his shoulder.
You don’t protest, going without a fight, and he looks down at you, only stopping when he realizes he’s been staring at you too long. He continues working, making sure not to move his arm too much so that he doesn’t wake you, and he opens up another document, typing up stuff that you could add to your paper.
When it’s almost time for you to go, he hesitates to wake you up because you look like you need sleep, but he knows you’d kill him for not waking you up in time for class. He gently shakes you, and you wake up with a start, looking around. You calm down instantly when you look at Ukai, looking at his laptop screen before sighing.
“God, Ukai, I am so sorry,” you say, rubbing your head. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
“Don’t sweat it. I wrote down some ideas for you to start with,” he tells you. “I’ll send it to you later. You gotta get to class.” 
“Thank you so much. I owe you.” You don’t have to put your stuff up since you didn’t even get the chance to take anything out, and you stand up, stretching when you stand up fully. You check the time on your phone, putting a little pep in your step since you feel a bit energized as you start to walk away. You turn to wave to him as you leave, and the smile doesn’t leave his face even when you’re gone.
“Should’ve taken a picture,” he mumbles.
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When you get home, you all but drag yourself to your room. You change your clothes before flopping down on your bed, and sleep is calling your name, but if you go to sleep now, you’ll mess up your schedule. You lift yourself when you hear a knock on your door while you let your roommate know that she can come in.
“Are you getting enough sleep?” she questions the moment she walks in. She sits down at your desk with a feigned stern look, already knowing the answer.
“I’ll try tonight. I just have a lot of work this week. And now I have to write a paper to present with Ukai next week,” you groan, and your roommate raises her eyebrows.
“Ukai? Haven’t heard his name since you mentioned him,” she says. “How’s all that going?”
“It’s going, I guess. I don’t know what you want me to say.” You think about how your head was on his shoulder earlier, and you feel your face start to warm, and your roommate notices the change.
“Yeah, okay. You’re not fooling me. What’s up with you two?”
“Nothing!” you exclaim. “I think,” you add softly, ultimately sighing in defeat, and your roommate moves to sit next to you on your bed, very invested. “I mean, we’ve been hanging on a lot during our breaks in-between classes. And I fell asleep on his shoulder today,” you say, grimacing at the thought.
“So, what? Do you like him or something?”
“I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “I kinda had a crush on him in high school, but it was mostly bittersweet because he was always there whenever I was being messed with. Speaking of, I saw one of the guys a while ago.”
“What?” your roommate says, her mouth open. “What happened?”
“Ukai threatened him and had him apologize to me,” you laugh which you can do now that the situation is behind you.
“Shit, girl, you don’t think he’s into you too, right?”
“No,” you respond quickly with a shake of your head. “There’s no way he likes me now or back then. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Don’t say that,” she tries. “I feel like there might be something there.”
“Maybe,” you say reluctantly. “I just don’t wanna read anything wrong.”
“I don’t think you are. I feel like he might have a thing for you. He has had a thing for you.” You try not to fall too deep into her words, but with the way he’s been acting, it doesn’t sound totally out of the ordinary. “Just keep me updated, I’m invested in your love story now.”
“Don’t call it that!” You shove her playfully as both of you laugh, and she gets off your bed, heading to the door. 
“Don’t stay up too late, okay?” she says before she closes the door. Once it gets quiet, you begrudgingly decide to start on your work, so you move to your desk, starting on your chemistry homework since that’s what’s taking you so much time.
You play some music to help you focus, and you try to get into study mode. Which takes you a lot longer than it should because your head is focused on a certain someone. You groan softly as you let your head fall on your desk. Maybe if you think about it now, it’ll help you focus.
You definitely had some feelings for Ukai back then. You thought he was really cute, he actually is still very much cute. He looks even better now than he did in high school. But you were never confident enough to even start a conversation with him all through high school. You shared the same classes, but you just kept it to yourself. Not even your high school friends knew how you felt about him.
But then those feelings started to fade a bit when the guys he hung out with started to bully you. You mostly felt anger at first, but then it turned to hurt and a little bit of betrayal because the guy you liked wasn’t doing anything to stop what was happening. And then you hated yourself for being a damsel in distress. Once the bullying seemed to die down by the time you were in your last year, you were “over” him.
You didn’t have nearly as many feelings for him, they were still there, but you sort of suppressed them. And then you attempted to get rid of them when you got to college because you were under the notion that you would never see him again. But of course, you had to run into him, and now those feelings are starting to bloom again.
You never once thought that he reciprocated his feelings, and you never talked to him because it seemed like the only time he was going to say something to you was after his friends did, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him. 
“Okay, that’s enough,” you say to yourself, picking up your pencil and trying to get back to where you were. Right as you’re about to start another problem, your phone stops playing music and then your ringtone follows. You pick it up to see who’s calling, and you feel your heart start racing when you see that it’s Ukai.
You were thinking about him, and now he’s calling you. You don’t wait to answer it, putting it on speaker as you set the phone back down. “You cut off my music,” you say lightly, and you bite your lip a little when you hear his laugh come through the phone.
“Sorry. I just wanted to check on you. Making sure you’re giving yourself a break,” he says, and your roommate’s words start to play in your mind.
“I actually haven’t been working for that long,” you say, but then you look at the clock, seeing how much time has passed.
“Really? When did you start?” he questions, and when you go silent, he chuckles again. “Okay, so that means you need to take a break.”
“Okay, fine,” you relent. “Is that all you were calling about?”
“Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice.” You don’t know how to respond to that, his words making you silent again. “I was having trouble focusing so I thought you might be able to help me.”
“And how would I be able to do that?” you ask, trying to calm your racing heart. 
“Don’t know,” he answers, which makes you roll your eyes. “I guess I could try and listen to music like you.”
“You should, it helps.”
“I’d rather talk to you,” he replies almost too fast.
“But I don’t think it’s helping you,” you chuckle. “It just sounds like I’m distracting you.”
“I’m okay with that.” You put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. What is happening right now? 
“So, you called me just to distract you then?” you ask after your quick freak out.
“Yeah,” he answers quickly. “Work doesn’t seem so bad now that I’m talking to you.” 
You can’t help but laugh. “Well, obviously. A lot of people would rather be doing anything else other than work.”
He goes silent for a second, and you’re about to ask him if he’s still there, but he talks before you can. “Am I being too much of a distraction?”
You let a shy smile appear on your face as you shake your head even though he can’t see you. “No, you’re not. I like talking to you,” you say, feeling your face warm.
“Good. I like talking to you too,” he says, and you quietly laugh, but you stop the urge to kick your feet like you’re in high school. Time seems to fly by as you talk to Ukai, and you’re having such a good time that you don’t even notice that it has until your roommate knocks on your door.
“Hey, girl, I was checking on you. You haven’t come out of your room,” she says, peeking her head into your room.
“I’m taking breaks, don’t worry,” you tell her, hoping that she won’t see that you’re on the phone with Ukai. “I’ll probably finish up here soon.” That seems to be enough to convince her because she gives you a smile and a goodnight before she closes the door.
“Sorry, that was my roommate,” you tell him.
“Don’t worry about it. Glad to know you have someone that’s making sure you’re taking care of yourself.”
“Yeah, she’s like my mom,” you laugh.
“I didn’t mean to keep you on the phone this long, you probably got no work done,” he says.
“I actually did. So, talking to you helped after all.”
“Well, you’re welcome,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes. “...I don’t wanna hang up,” he whispers after he goes silent, and in your head, you agree. 
“Well,” you start. “I could call you after I get out of the shower,” you offer, and your eyes dart around to the things on your desk as you wait for his answer.
“Yeah. That sounds good. I’ll be waiting.” 
“Okay, well, I’ll talk to you soon.” You hang up the phone, and you have to get it out, so you do a little happy dance before you calm yourself down. You jump violently when your door burst open.
“I knew you were talking to him!” your roommate yells. “You can’t fool me!”
“Thank you for giving me a heart attack,” you sigh, grabbing your phone and standing up.
“So, what’s going on now? A date?” she presses, and you scoff as you shake your head.
“Absolutely nothing of the sort. I’m getting in the shower,” you say, pushing her out of your room so you can get ready.
“Yeah, okay. You better keep me posted,” she tells you again, and you shake your head before closing the door. 
You shower quickly, washing your face, and brushing your teeth before you get in bed. You wait for a little just in case he might be showering too, and it takes you a while to even call him at that. Your finger hovers over the call button in your recents until you finally press it. It doesn’t even ring twice before he picks up.
“I missed you.”
“It hasn’t even been that long,” you say, a laugh leaving your chest against your will.
“Doesn’t matter,” he tells you softly as you start to get comfortable. “You laying down?”
“Yes, I am. I might fall asleep on you if I’m being honest,” you say, a yawn following right after.
“That’s okay. You need to get your sleep.” 
Ukai ends up doing most of the talking which is fine by him, and he can’t help but smile to himself when he hears your responses turning into soft hums. A part of him wishes he would’ve video called you so that he could see you, but he’ll take this for now. He stops talking once he can hear you softly snoring, but he doesn’t hang up. 
Sleep is right behind him, so he rolls over on his side, getting more comfortable. “Goodnight,” he tells you even though you can’t hear him, and it’s not long until he’s asleep himself.
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You had gotten enough work done this week that you had enough time to work on your presentation with Ukai. You decided to meet up at his place this weekend, and you feel so conflicted with yourself as you stand in front of your mirror trying to figure out what to wear.
“Why am I being like this?” you mumble to yourself. You’ve been trying to tell yourself not to worry about it and just put on some clothes, but there’s a part of you that has too much of a say to let you do just that. You’ve put on and taken off so many clothes, the pile on your bed and floor only increasing. 
You don’t have time for this, having only about twenty minutes before you have to get there. Ukai lives pretty close to campus while you have to drive back and forth between your apartment and campus. That’s something you and your roommate hate, so you’re currently looking for a new place for next school year. 
You groan out loud as the voice in your head tells you that you don’t like the outfit you have on. You jump when you hear a knock on your door, and the familiar sight of your roommate peeking her head in fills your eyes. “You okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” you say, but she’s always been good at reading you, and she frowns before pushing the door open further. Her eyebrows crease when she sees that your room looks like your closet exploded. 
“You’re worried about what you’re wearing? You going somewhere special or something?” she questions instantly, but even the question doesn’t give you enough time to come up with a lie, because she quickly puts two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’re going on a date.”
“It’s not a date,” you emphasize. “We’re just working on a presentation we have to do on Monday.”
“Well, where are you meeting him?” she asks, and you look away from her, hesitant to answer. “His place?” she says when you don’t respond, and your reaction to the next question is all she needs to know the answer. “This is news to me! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Because I knew you were gonna make a big deal about it, and I didn’t wanna psych myself out.”
“Okay, okay. Relax, y/n,” she says, putting her hands on your shoulders. “There’s nothing to be worried about. I won’t make a big deal about it because it isn’t if you think about it. It’s just two people working on a project,” she offers, and that perspective does make you feel better. “It’s only a big deal if you make it, and it’s not like it’s gonna be awkward. You both have been in close proximity before,” she adds, and you admit in your head that she’s right.
“I guess you have a point,” you say, but you’re still looking around at all of the clothes you’ve put on. 
“But, I can help you with an outfit,” she smiles, and you roll your eyes. 
“You just said it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Okay, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can’t dress up a little. You’re going out, why wouldn’t you?” she says, and you chuckle a bit, starting to consider if her words are a contradiction to what she just said, but you let her do it anyway. 
While she’s going through your clothes, you quickly text Ukai to tell him that you’re running a little late, and you can’t help but smile when he responds almost instantly telling you it’s no big deal. Maybe you are overthinking this whole thing. 
“Okay, here ya go.” You look up to see her holding one of your worn t-shirts, and some shorts, but when you look at which ones she’s holding, you put your hands on your hips.
“I am not wearing those shorts,” you tell her, taking the shirt from her and slipping it on. 
“Why not? It’s hot outside, you don’t wanna be sweaty when you get there,” she tries, but you’re not buying it.
“I only wear those around the house,” you argue.
“And you will be around the house! His house,” she says, and you’re starting to realize that you don’t have time for this, but you know that you won’t be able to pick out anything else to wear.
“Fine. I’m only putting them on because I don’t have time,” you say, taking them from her, and she walks out to let you change into them. They’re not that short, but they’re short enough, and seeing that you only have about ten minutes to leave, you can’t waste time debating over what to wear.
You put your shoes on, making sure that you have everything before putting your backpack on. You walk out, tugging on the shorts when you feel like they’re starting to ride up, and you all but glare at your roommate as you walk towards the door. 
“Have fun!” she beams, and you squint your eyes at her.
“Mm-hmm,” you mumble. “I’ll be back later tonight.” You both say goodbye, and you close the door, locking it behind you, putting some pep in your step on your way to your car.
You know where his apartment is, so you make your way over there, and you try to repeat your roommate’s words in your head when you feel yourself starting to get nervous. You know there’s no reason for you to be nervous, but you can’t help it. You know that you’re feelings for him are starting to come back, and there’s a part of you that’s trying to fight it, but so far, suppressing things hasn’t been the easiest thing to do.
Your roommate swears that he’s into you, which doesn’t really help your case, but those words alone are enough to make you sweat. You don’t know how you would feel if he felt the same way. You’ve felt something for him for almost all of high school, and if you think about it, those feelings never really left when you got to college. 
You text him as soon as you park, and he meets you outside of his apartment. “Sorry, I’m running late,” you tell him when you get to him.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, and you follow him into the building and up the stairs to his apartment. You pick at your phone case as you will your heart to stop racing because you know it’s not from taking the stairs. 
You follow him inside, and you look around, taking in the room. He mentioned having a roommate, but he said he wouldn’t be here while you guys were working. You take your shoes off once you get in, and you see that he already has everything set up on the dining table. It almost has the same layout as your apartment except it’s much nicer. In the back of your head, you think to mention this place to your friend and see if she’d like it.
“Okay, so I’ve already finished my paper, but I wanted you to read over it just to make sure that ours don’t overlap,” he says when he sits down. 
You sit down in the chair next to him, taking your backpack off so that you can get your laptop out. “That sounds good, but I’ll admit I haven’t written most of it,” you admit shyly, and he waves you off.
“That’s okay. It shouldn’t take you that long anyway,” he reassures, and you pull up the half-written document. You read over his, and you’re relieved that he ended up talking about something completely different from yours. You tell him what you want to talk about for your presentation, and he helps you out by pulling up the reading and offering what parts of it you could pull from. 
Writing your paper takes about an hour, and then you both work on the PowerPoint slides you have to have with questions to ask the class about the readings. Your stomach grumbles suddenly once you’re finishing up, and that’s when you remember that you forgot to eat while you were panicking about what to wear.
“Sorry,” you laugh, and he laughs under his breath.
“I’m getting hungry too,” he says. “There are places around here that we could eat at if you’re okay with that.”
“Yeah, I’m good with that.” You both put your shoes on, and you follow him out onto the street, and there’s a bunch of places that are within walking distance where you could eat. You don’t care where to eat, so you agree on the first place that he offers. You’ve never been there before, but Ukai reassures you that it’s good. You both talk about anything and everything as you walk to the place, and when you get inside, it’s super packed.
“I guess it is dinner time,” he says as he takes the place in. “We can just take it to-go if that’s okay with you?” he offers, and you nod, in no mood to oppose as you look at how many people are in here. Ukai orders first, and instead of paying, he turns to you. “What do you want?” he asks, and you tell him, but then he’s repeating your order to the person at the register, and you realize what he’s doing.
“Ukai, you don’t have to pay,” you try, but he just shrugs you off. You try to memorize the price as you both move to the side while you wait for your food. “I’ll pay you back.”
“Seriously, y/n. Don’t worry about it,” he tells you again, but you don’t look very convinced. “How about you pay me back by helping me with my stats homework?”
“That doesn’t sound like a fair trade.”
“It does to me. I didn’t do well on the first exam, and I need some serious help,” he explains, and you decide that he’s not going to let you pay him back, so you give up.
“Fine. I’ll help you out then.” The smile he gives you makes your heart flutter, and you don’t get much time to take in how you feel because your food is ready. 
You walk back to his apartment, and you silently thank your friend for picking out shorts because even though the sun is starting to go down, the air is still really warm. You aren’t walking that fast, so luckily you’re not a sweating mess when you get back to his apartment. 
You push your work aside so that you can eat at the table, and he puts on a show that he’s been watching for a while. You’ve never seen it, and when you tell him, he looks at you like you’ve offended him terribly. He starts the show over for you, and it seems like a pretty good show, and you make a note of the name so you can continue to watch it. 
You finish eating in the middle of the first season, and you both move to the couch so you can finish it. Ukai tells you that he’ll start on the work once it’s over, and you wonder if he actually means that. Your focus on the show starts to waver when you notice how close he’s sitting to you. He’s wearing shorts, so when his leg brushes against yours, it sends goosebumps across your skin. You try to pay attention because you don’t want to miss anything, but it’s even more difficult when he places his arm on the back of the couch behind you.
You don’t think it’s a cliche move because you look at him from the corner of your eye, and he’s completely engrossed in the show even though he’s seen it probably a million times. You realize how tense you are, and you try to relax, but that means you’d be relaxing into him, and you don’t want to make anything awkward. 
You decide to rub over your arms since it’ll keep you from touching him. “Are you cold?” he asks, and you turn your head to him quickly.
“No, no. I’m fine,” you say with a shake of your head, and you quickly turn back to the TV, but you can see him looking over you, so you put your hands on your lap. He finally follows your gaze, and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
The last episode of the season plays, and Ukai groans loudly. “Guess I have to do my homework now,” he says to your surprise. You guess he was serious about actually doing his work. 
“Can I use your bathroom?” you ask, standing up and feeling relieved that you’re not sitting directly next to him anymore.
“Yeah, my room’s right there,” he says, pointing at the right door. He’s been fighting it since you got here, but he watches you walk away, and his eyes slide up your legs. He can see some of your ass peeking out from your shorts before you pull them down, and he sighs softly to himself as he diverts his eyes. 
He turns his head quickly before he stands and turns the TV off. He sits down at the table while he gets his stuff out, and he hears you come back into the room. You sit down next to him, and he shows you one of the problems that he’s struggling with. You move your seat closer to his so that you don’t have to lean over, and he immediately thinks about how good you smell.
He noticed when he was sitting next to you, and that’s when he also noticed that he had put his arm behind you. He didn’t move his arm because he didn’t want it to be awkward, but he had to strongly fight the urge to pull you into him. He felt his hair stand up on end whenever he accidentally brushed against you, and the entire time he thought about if he should say something to you.
“Keishin.” His eyes snap to yours, realizing that he was just staring at his notebook. “Are you okay?” you ask softly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just got lost in thought,” he says, giving a smile so that he doesn’t have to explain that he was daydreaming about you.
“Don’t worry about the exam. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” 
“Of course, I will. I have you to help me,” he says, thankful that you think he’s stressed about the exam. His smile widens when yours does, and he feels so much right now that he almost opens his mouth, but then you’re turning your attention back to the work. So, he clears his thoughts and decides to focus on his work too.
He’s relieved when he realizes that he’s not doing as bad as he thought, he was just having some trouble remembering when to do what. You have him go over it multiple times, and it helps, and when you think he’s ready, you have him try some practice problems.
He’s definitely nervous to try them out, but your reassurance is what gets him to try them. You busy yourself with some other classwork, and he’s grateful because he doesn’t know what he’d be able to do if you were watching him. He makes sure to check over his work, even putting his work through the calculator more than once to make sure that he’s getting the same answer as before.
He lets you know that he’s finished, and his professor added the answers to the questions, so you look over his work and the answers. He fiddles with his pencil in nervousness and anticipation as he watches you check. It feels like it takes forever and it almost kills him, but then you finally look up at him.
“You did really well! There’s a couple that you messed up on, but other than that, I’d say that you’d got this stuff down.” He takes a breath of relief, running his hand down his chest as he leans back in his seat.
“Thank God,” he breathes. 
“You just have to trust yourself. You know what you’re doing, just don’t get nervous,” you tell him. “I know when I do that, I end up freaking myself out so much that I start to forget things.”
“Thank you so much. I owe you one.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s definitely not something I understood at first, so I’m happy to help.” At your words, for some reason, he feels like you might be about to leave, and he selfishly doesn’t want that to happen.
“Do you mind checking over my work again? I wanna go through some more just in case,” he tries, and he tightens his grip on his pencil, hoping you say yes.
“Of course. While you’re working, I’m getting work done too, so it’s a win-win,” you answer, and he’s never felt more elated. He nods, getting to work on more problems, and you switch your attention back to the work you were doing. 
You get up to go to the bathroom again, and you stretch when you do, and Ukai’s eyes catch on your shorts again. He diverts his eyes as soon as you walk out of his line of sight, and he shakes his head. Focus. He sighs, getting back on track, and finishes the problem with ease. He gets to the next one though, and he’s stuck.
He tries to do it himself, but when he feels like he’s not doing something right, he stops so that he doesn’t get too far ahead of himself. Luckily, you come back when he stops, so he asks you right before you sit back down.
“I just wanna make sure I’m starting this right,” he says, and you put your hand on the back of his chair before you lean down to see what he’s doing. You lean down a little bit more to look at his work, and he holds the urge to flinch when your shirt brushes against his ear. He takes a deep breath in, your scent filling his nose, and he desperately wants to know what it is. 
He thinks it might be like shea butter or something but before he can get a chance to investigate further, you break him out of his thoughts. “Yeah, you’re fine. Looks good to me,” you say, and he makes the mistake of turning to look up at you.
He was going to say something, but the words die in his throat when he looks at your face. He gets lost in your eyes and the curve of your lips, and he can’t look away. He looks back at your eyes, and to his surprise, you’re looking at his lips too. He has half a mind to just say fuck it and lean in, but then he feels you rub at his back.
“Have more confidence in yourself, Keishin,” you say, smiling at him before you move to sit back down. He’s glad that there doesn’t seem to be any awkward air between the two of you, and he realizes that his heart is racing when he looks back at his work. It feels like the motion of your hand rubbing his back is burned into his skin, and he would give anything to feel it again.
Ukai yawns as he finishes the last of the problems, and he passes the notebook to you. He rubs over his eyes as you look over them, and it doesn’t take you long to look through them. “You did great. You got all of them right,” you say with a yawn.
“I guess we better call it a night,” he says around a laugh that you copy, but then he looks at the time. “Shit, I didn’t mean to keep you here so late.”
You blink sleepily as you yawn again, looking at the time. “Oh, God. I didn’t even know I was here for that long,” you hum.
He once again doesn’t want you to leave. “You can sleep here for the night if you want, I’ll sleep on the couch,” he offers, and at the same time, you look like you could fall asleep any minute now.
“I couldn’t take your bed,” you try, but you end up yawning again.
“Seriously. It’s the least I could for keeping you here so long.” He’s really tired himself. He woke early this morning to make sure that his apartment was spotless. He’s never done so much cleaning, but he won’t tell you that.
Surprisingly, you don’t put up much of a fight, but he can’t really blame you. “Alright,” you say. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?” 
“Yeah, of course. Just let me use the bathroom first,” he answers, and you give him a nod, turning to your work to finish it up. He mildly panics when he gets to his room because he didn’t think about changing his sheets. He quickly uses the bathroom, brushing his teeth after, and tries his hardest to change his sheets as fast as he can. 
He’s nearly sweating by the end of it, but he can proudly say that he set a record for himself. He kicks the dirty sheets into his closet before grabbing the toothbrush and setting it on the bathroom counter. If you noticed that he was gone for so long, you don’t question it, which he’s grateful for even though he prepared a lie just in case. 
“My room’s all yours,” he jokes, and you can’t help but laugh before you stand. You yawn again as you stretch, and Ukai finally fights the urge to look over your body again. 
“Are you sure it’s okay if I sleep in your room? I can sleep on the couch, I don’t mind.”
“Yes, it’s fine. You look more tired than me right now. I’ll be fine,” he says, and you give him a sleepy smile that only strengthens his words. 
“Well, thanks. Goodnight, Keishin.”
“Goodnight,” he echoes, and there’s a part of him that’s ecstatic that he gets to say it to you in person, and he ignores the pang in his chest that he can’t be laying next to you as he says it. You walk to his room, and he watches until you softly close the door. He already grabbed a pillow from his bed before he walked out, so he throws that onto the couch.
He has a blanket on the couch, so he lays down, throwing it over himself and he tries to get comfortable. This couch isn’t the most comfortable, and he’s fallen asleep on it before, but there was no way he was going to ask you if you wanted to share a bed with him. He finds himself thinking about what would’ve happened if you had said yes.
His thoughts start to derail right after that, and he groans before deciding to turn on the TV. It’s the only way he’ll be able to keep his thoughts at bay. He turns the volume down, and he puts on a show that he can fall asleep to. Of course, it only works for so long. He hasn’t heard you say his first name at all. Today was the first time, and he can’t help but smile widely at the thought. 
He always wanted to say something to you in high school, but you never gave him the time of day. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t blame you at all. His friends weren’t kind to you at all, and he doesn’t even think he would call them friends. His real friends were in different classes with him, and he really only hung with them after school or on the weekends.
There were times that he told them to stop messing with you, and they took it as him having a crush on you, which was very much true, but he didn’t want that getting out, so he kept his mouth shut. Seeing you again and spending so much time with you has made him realize how stupid he was. He was more worried about himself than you, someone that he really liked, and he hates himself every time he thinks about it.
He hopes one day he’ll get the courage to tell you everything. Right now, he’s more than content with having what he has with you, and he doesn’t want to say anything to ruin that. He definitely wants to come clean about high school, there’s no doubt about it. But there is doubt if you’ll even talk to him after he reveals everything.
He plays back your first interaction in his head every night before he goes to sleep. At first, it kept him up at night. You had every right to act as you did towards him, and he tried to play it cool while he was with you, but after you left, he felt like total shit. He put his number in your phone to see how you would react, and he was more than relieved when you kept talking to him.
As he starts to fall asleep, he thinks about what he’s going to say to you. He hopes that when he finally gets the confidence and the chance, he won’t mess it up. He tries to rehearse it in his head, but he falls asleep as soon as he starts.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep, but as he starts to wake up, he hears a familiar voice. “Dude, why are you sleeping on the couch? Get in your bed.” He recognizes that it’s his roommate, but that’s about all he can register. He was a lot more tired than he thought. 
He groggily makes his way to his room, and even in the dark, he can easily locate his bed, like it’s calling to him. He sheds his shirt and nearly sighs in comfort at the relief he feels when his body hits the bedsheets. He notices that he can’t stretch out like he wants to, but he’s starting to fall asleep, so he doesn’t worry about it that much. His bed also isn’t cold like it should be, but he gladly accepts the warmth, wrapping his arm around the pillow, and it takes no time for him to fall back asleep.
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Ukai notices that the sun is peeking through the blinds as he starts to wake up. He takes a deep breath in, and he swears his nostrils fill with your scent, but this time he’s getting something different. Mango, maybe? He leans further into it, taking another deep breath, and whatever the source may be is soft against his face. He could stay here forever.
He tightens his arm around his pillow, settling in again as the smell starts to put him back to sleep. But he frowns when he faintly notices that his pillow is moving. He slowly opens his eyes, and his heart drops when he realizes that it hasn’t been a pillow all along. His eyes widen when he sees you laying in his arm, and his heart begins to race. 
You’re looking right at him, but there’s nothing that can come out of his mouth. You’re just waking up too, and you blink a bit, but there’s no hint of surprise on your face. “Keishin?” you whisper, and he never thought his name could sound so good coming from you.
“Y-Yeah,” he mumbles, and he can feel his face warm at his stuttering, but he gives himself a break because he’s just waking up. You roll over so that your back is fully against the bed, and you rub over your eyes. 
“What time is it?”
“It’s only nine-thirty,” he says after he looks at his clock, and you groan softly.
“God, that is too early for a weekend.” He smiles at your sleepy state, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. You raise your arm over your head to stretch, and he notices that your shirt rises, and he can’t help but let his eyes trail down your body. His breath catches in his throat when he sees how high your shorts have ridden up, and there’s only one thing on his mind.
His eyes cut towards you when you call his name again, and he’ll blame his tired brain later, but he leans down closer to you. “Am I dreaming?” he questions, and his hand is itching to touch you, so he carefully puts his hand on your face.
“I don’t think so,” you whisper, and he can barely hear it over the blood pumping in his ears. He glances down at your lips when you lick over them, and there’s no way he’s going to be able to stop himself now.
“Good.” When you don’t make any move to pull away, he takes the opportunity to press his lips to yours. He sighs at how soft your lips are, and he only gets more eager when you kiss him back. You said he wasn’t dreaming, but this sure feels like he is. He pulls away only for a second, missing the feeling of your lips almost the instant he does.
He goes in for another, and you let your arm loosely loop around his neck as you meet him halfway. He groans when you deepen the kiss as you roll over onto your side, and he grabs your leg, putting it over his body. He’s borderline frantic to feel every part of you, and he lets his hand run up your leg, his fingers just barely getting under your shorts.
You move in closer to him, so he allows himself to let his hands drift up further, and your shorts have moved up so high, that they barely get in the way of him feeling even more of your ass. You moan when he pulls back with your lip in between his teeth, and he’s never felt so hot. He stops for a second to look at you, and your heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the room.
Your lips are swollen from his kisses, and your pupils are blown wide as you look up at him, and he thought there was no way you could get any prettier, but right now, you’re proving him wrong again. “Fuck,” he breathes before he leans back in, rolling the both of you over while keeping your leg in his hand.
Your hands rub all over his chest, and you run your hands up his back, and he shudders at the motions, goosebumps rising all over as blood rushes straight to his dick. Your arms find their place around his neck, and he abandons his hold on your leg in favor of letting his weight press into you.
He pulls away to quickly pull your shirt off, and you easily let your upper half lift off the bed so he can do so. His movements slow when his eyes land on your chest, your boobs are basically falling out of the bralette you’re wearing, and his brain short circuits. He can’t think about anything else, and he swallows heavily when you pull the straps down, fully exposing yourself to him.
He lets your shirt fall next to you, and like he’s in a trance, his hands reach up to squeeze at the underside of the fat, and he wants to pinch himself. There’s no way he’s really doing this with you, but he’ll worry about this being a dream later. He kisses you again, feeling like that’s the only way he can regulate his breathing right now as he continues to fondle your tits. 
He kisses down your neck, feeling like he might go crazy as he kisses over your chest before he slips one of your nipples in his mouth. He moans when you do, his name slipping from your lips as your hands slip into his hair. He ruts against you, and he’s definitely drooling as he sucks at your chest, but he doesn’t even care.
You pull him back to your face, and he kisses you sloppily, your legs wrapping around his torso when he grinds even harder against you. “K-Kei,” you keen, and he rests his forehead against yours, his pleasure becoming too much for him to continue to kiss you. You arch into him, and he swears when your chest pushes into his. He’s definitely close to cumming, feeling his pleasure start to mount in his spine, and he digs into his teeth into whatever part of your skin he can reach to try and hold himself back as he pulls at your shorts.
Right as he does though, his burst open, scaring the both of you. Ukai quickly falls on his side to hide you, and he looks over his shoulder to see his roommate standing in the doorway. “What?!” he barks, and the guy holds his hands up.
“Sorry, dude,” he laughs before quickly walking back out, slamming the door when he leaves. Ukai doesn’t even want to look at you, the air now becoming awkward in the silence. He slowly turns his head towards you, and when he makes eye contact, you can’t help but laugh. He internally sighs in relief as he laughs with you, and yours dies down when your phone starts ringing.
He hands it to you, and you give him a small smile as you answer it. He doesn’t listen to the conversation because he’s too busy looking at you. His eyes stay on your lips while you talk before they trail down to your chest, and he can see the marks he left on you which causes him to twitch in his shorts.
“Sorry, I totally forgot. I’m leaving right now.” That makes him look up at you, and you hang up the phone, taking a while to meet his eyes. “I forgot I had plans with my roommate today. That was her,” you tell him, and he pushes down the disappointment that he feels, and he thinks that he hears it in your voice; at least he hopes so.
“No, that’s okay. I should probably see what my friend wanted,” he responds, and you quietly grab your clothes and put them back on. He moves over so that you can get out of bed to get to the bathroom, and he releases a heavy breath through his mouth when the door closes.
He runs a hand through his hair as he tries to think about what in the fuck got into him, and he wills his hard-on to go away. He gets off his bed, sliding his shirt on right as you open the door, and he goes in after you. He doesn’t even try to look at himself in the mirror while he brushes his teeth, and when he walks back out, you’re standing by his bed, looking at your phone.
You look up at him when he walks into the room, and he pulls his shirt down to cover himself. “Sorry, I have to leave so suddenly,” you say, and he waves you off.
“It’s okay. We got a lot of work done yesterday, so it’s all good.” You give him a little nod, and he quickly decides to walk towards the door so things don’t get awkward. You follow him out of his room, and his roommate is sitting on the couch when you walk out. He looks over his shoulder just as your grabbing your backpack.
“Sorry for interrupting earlier,” he laughs. “I’m Takinoue.”
Ukai glares at him as you feel your face warm. “Nice to meet you. I’m y/n,” you say softly, and Ukai’s eyes widen when Takinoue’s does.
“Wait, you’re y/n? The girl that–”
“She really has to go, so end of the introduction,” Keishin rushes out, and he pushes you towards the door. While you’re slipping your shoes on, Ukai smacks his friend on the back of the head, but before he can turn around, he’s already slipping his shoes on and walking with you out the door. 
Neither of you speaks as he walks you to your car, and he doesn’t know what to say when you finally get there. “Uh, thanks again for the help last night. I really appreciate it,” he eventually says.
“You’re welcome. Just let me know if you need any more help,” you tell him, and that reassures him a bit that maybe you didn’t hate what you both did earlier. But now, he doesn’t whether to wave, hug you, or kiss you. He definitely wants to do the last one; his hands are itching to touch you again, but he doesn’t know if you’d be okay with that.
You break him out of his thoughts when you take a step closer to him and kiss his cheek. His world seems to stop when you do, and you pull away, having a hard time holding his gaze. “See you on Monday, Keishin.”
He’s too dazed to respond, barely remembering you getting in the car, and the next thing he knows, you’re driving away. He doesn’t jump out of it until your car is long out of his sight, and when he finally does, he smiles widely against his will. He softly touches his cheek, and he doesn’t lose the smile on his face as he walks back to his apartment.
But it drops the moment he opens the door and sees his friend’s smug smile. “You weren’t gonna tell me that you’re sleeping with the girl that you’ve been pining over since high school?” he questions, and you Ukai shakes his head as he rolls his eyes.
“We’re not sleeping together, okay? We were just working on a project last night.”
“For what class? Anatomy?” he jokes, and it actually makes him laugh.
“Ha! Good one,” he muses. “But we finished really late, so I let her take the bed. That’s why I was on the couch.” He rubs his hand down his face as he sighs, but it doesn’t take long for him to smile again.
“Well, it looks like you should’ve just taken the bed anyway. You look like a lovesick puppy.”
“Fuck you,” he retorts with no heat behind it, but it’s not like he can deny it. He’s still not sure if he’s dreaming or not, and in the back of his head, he’s waiting for himself to wake up. 
“So, what happens now? Are you actually gonna confess to her? You’ve only been waiting for this moment for like, five years.” He hates how he still can’t answer that question. With the way everything is going, he’s thinking that it’ll be better to not tell you the truth, but on the other hand, he wants to come clean to you and tell you everything. And Takinoue’s right, he’s been waiting for a miracle, and it’s finally here.
He thought he would jump at the opportunity, but with the first interaction he had with you, he held back. “I don’t know,” he eventually says.
“Don’t stress it too much, man. As far as I’m concerned, it looks like she feels the same way,” he says, with a hard clap on his back that makes him stumble forward a bit, and it definitely feels intentional. At least now he knows he’s not dreaming. “And that also explains why the apartment was spotless when I got home. Now where’d you put my shit?” he asks, and Ukai lets himself drop his dilemma for now.
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When you get home, you close the door behind you and let your back fall against the door. Even if what happened with Ukai was long ago, your heart is still racing just thinking about it. You don’t know what came over either of you, but there’s not a single bone in your body that hated it. You rub your fingers over your lips as your mind starts to replay the events in your head.
You jump when your roommate opens her door, and you quickly stand up. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” you say. “It was really late, so I just slept over at his place since I was so tired.” You try to school your expression so that she doesn’t pick up on anything, and you hope the look on your face is convincing enough.
“So, did anything happen?”
“Ah, no. We just worked on our presentation, it was pretty uneventful,” you say, and to be honest, you’re a little bit embarrassed to admit to her what happened. Maybe it’s because you’re still reeling from it. “Just let me hope in the shower, and I’ll be ready to go.”
Surprisingly, she lets you walk past her without saying anything else, and when you get to your room after closing the door, the events of this morning start to hit you. You go from sitting in shock to flailing in one spot just to get it out of you. You take a deep breath, composing yourself before you get in the shower.
Your shower takes a little longer than you anticipated because your thoughts keep running from you in all the wrong ways. You throw some cold water on your face when you get out, telling yourself to get it together. You get dressed, and your friend is waiting at the dining table for you when you walk out.
She looks up from her from, and her words die in her throat when she looks at you. You frown when her smile disappears, and she points an accusing finger at you. “You bitch! You lied to me!” she yells, and you’re still very much confused until you look down at your chest where she’s pointing. Your eyes widen and you feel your face warm when you see hickeys all over your chest. 
You don’t know how you didn’t notice until now, but thanks to the low-cut shirt you’re wearing, you almost showed everyone what you were up to this morning. “Um…” you say weakly, covering your chest with your hands. “I’ll go change and we can get out of here,” you try, but you don’t even get to take a step back before she speaks.
“Absolutely not, missy. You sit your ass right here and tell me everything.” You sigh, knowing that she’s going to get it out of you sooner or later, and you sit down across from her. She looks so invested, resting her hands on her face as she leans forward. “So, did you guys sleep together?”
“No,” you start with a shake of your head before you shrug. “Well, kinda. It was really late, and I was tired, so he said I could sleep in his bed. When I woke up, he was there, and…stuff happened.”
“What happened?! Tell me everything!” she presses, and your face gets even hotter just thinking about it.
“We just made out,” you eventually say. “His roommate walked in, so it didn’t go much further than that.” Honestly, you don’t know what you would’ve done if his roommate hadn’t interrupted. You probably would’ve done anything with him at that moment.
“So, how was it?” she presses.
“It was really good,” you gush, a laugh rushing out of your chest. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” you add, feeling how hot your face is when you put your hands on it.
“I bet,” your roommate laughs. “I can see that you’re flustered from here.” You can’t help but laugh again, putting your hands over your face and sighing. “So, what’s your relationship now?”
“I don’t know. We really didn’t talk about it. Like I said, it was just a kinda spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“Well, I’m getting that it means you’re admitting your feelings for him,” she responds, and move your hands to look at her.
“I’m scared too,” you answer honestly. “I don’t wanna say that, and then he pulls a complete one-eighty on me.”
“That’s understandable, but truthfully, I don’t think he’s the same guy he was in high school. From what you’ve been telling me, it doesn’t sound like he’s going to do that to you.” You let her words bounce around in your head, both of you going silent as you think.
“Maybe,” you say after a while.
“Have some faith, girl. I bet he likes you a lot more than you like him.” Her words make you smile, and then she stands up. “Alright, we need to get a move-on if we want to make it to this thrifting event on time.”
“You were the one who wanted me to tell you about what happened,” you say after you scoff. 
“Well, it was only natural. You tell me it was uneventful, but you have hickeys on your chest? I’d be crazy not to ask,” she counters, and she has a point because you would do the same thing if the tables were turned.
You go back into your room to change your shirt, and then you’re walking out the door with your roommate, putting your situation with Ukai to the side for a while.
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Monday rolls around faster than you’d like, and you spend all morning thinking about how the conversation with Ukai will go. You’re not dreading it, you’re just more worried about if your conversation will be awkward or not. You get to class pretty early since you woke up early, and you listen to your music as you wait for Ukai to get here.
You pull up the paper that you have to present while you wait, and you read over it just in case. There’s no point in making any changes since you had to submit it to your professor before class, but you still want to go over it anyway. You freeze for a split second when you see Ukai sit down next to you in your peripheral, and you slide your headphone off your head, but you don’t look his way.
“Morning,” you hear him say, and you turn to him, having a hard time keeping your smile small.
“M-Morning.” You pick at the corner of your laptop as you internally roll your eyes at how nervous you are.
“Listen,” he starts, leaning towards you and lowering his voice. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday–”
“No, it’s okay,” you say, cutting him off. “It was–I, um…I liked it,” you whisper, and there’s no way you can look him in the eyes after saying that. Both of you jump when the professor announces for you to start your presentation. 
Thankfully, it goes off without a hitch, the only thing is, you started to notice about halfway through your paper that someone’s glaring at you. You couldn’t figure out who it was while you were reading, but when you start to ask the class questions, you realize it was the girl that tried to talk to Ukai a while ago.
You try not to let it affect you, but you have no idea why she’s staring you down. You don’t know if Ukai notices her too, but before you know it, it’s all over. You sigh quietly in relief when the professor says that class is over, and you both pack up your stuff. You notice that Ukai is walking way closer to you when you walk out of class, and you feel sparks go up your arm every time his hand brushes against yours.
“I’d say we did pretty good,” he says while you both walk.
“Yeah. She seemed really happy with our questions. I have you to thank for that, though. You did most of the work,” you respond.
“I’d say it was pretty even,” he jokes, and you can’t help but laugh. “Our usual spot?” he asks, and you nod even though the both of you are already walking that way. 
The area you usually sit in is pretty empty when you get there, and you and Ukai both sit where you usually do. You sit next to him, but there’s no way you can get any work done. Even though it’s quiet, the air between you is stiflingly filled with attraction. 
Since you’re not going to get any work done, you carefully lay your head on his shoulder, and you bite your lip to hide your smile when he wraps his arm around you. “You gonna nap?” he asks, you nod as you press further into him.
“Yeah, I’m gonna try.” You turn your face to press it into his shoulder, and you close your eyes as you breathe him in. He smells so good, and it’s nearly too late when you start to realize that you’re getting warm all over. You will yourself to calm down, but there’s no way you’re going to be able to go to sleep, so you keep your eyes open, focusing on what work he’s doing every now and then.
When you feel yourself starting to go to sleep, it’s too late because you feel him shaking you gently to let you know that you have to get to class. He gets up after you do, and you wait for him to put his stuff in his backpack before you leave. When he stands, he’s nearly in your space, but you make no move to step back. You actually want to step closer to him, but you have to remind yourself that you’re not alone.
You look around, and you see that you are, but there’s no way you’d be bold enough to do anything in public anyway. You both look at each other for a second before you move to kiss him on the cheek again. It’s the only thing you bring yourself to do right now. “I’ll see you later,” you whisper when you step back, but you don’t even get a chance to turn around.
He grabs your wrist softly, pulling you into him with his hand on the back of your neck. His lips meet yours for a hungry kiss, and you can’t help but melt into him, and suddenly you’re forgetting about being in public. You’re dazed when you pull away, your breathing ragged as you let your fingers softly touch your lips.
You look around again, and when the coast is clear, you move towards him again, and he holds you closer to him as he deepens the kiss. Fuck, he’s such a good kisser. Every single one makes you feel like you’re floating, but he pulls away the moment you moan. “You should go,” he breathes, his hands resting on your hips. “Cause if you don’t, I won’t be able to let you go.”
You give him a shaky nod, and it seems like it takes forever for you to step back from him, and you nearly don’t, deciding that class isn’t so important anymore. But you really should go. His hands slip from your hips when you move, and it takes everything in you to walk away from him. You give him a small wave, hightailing out of there before you can change your mind.
Turns out, you should’ve just stayed with him because you reply the kiss over and over in your head the whole class period.
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“Hey, are you doing anything Friday?” your friend asks, and you look up from your homework.
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Cause my team’s having a mixer, and I can bring a plus-one, and you need to get out. You’ve been studying all week,” she says, and you roll your eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t really know any of your teammates,” you tell her, and she waves you off.
“Just bring your boyfriend. It’ll be fun.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” you yell, but she’s already walking to her room. 
She has a point though. You’ve been nothing but working all week, and the only time you’ve seen Keishin is during class, which always leads to a heated kiss that has you wanting more. Even when you look back down at your work, you don’t want to think about it anymore, so you decide to take the offer.
You text Ukai about it, and he instantly agrees. You start to feel nervous just thinking about it, especially since you don’t attend things like this very often. You’ve been to a few due to your friend’s outgoing nature, but sometimes you just like to be at home watching your favorite show. But, maybe it won’t be so bad since Ukai will be with you.
When Friday rolls around, you’re waiting on your friend to finish getting ready, so you’re sitting on the couch. You offered to drive since you won’t be drinking that much anyway, and you stand when you hear her heels clicking on the floor behind you. “Why are you wearing that?” she asks, and you look down at your outfit.
“What’s wrong with it? I thought you’d like that I’m wearing a dress,” you muse, even though you’re going to be tugging on it all night. It hugs your body way more than you’d like, but you bought it on a whim and you’ve barely worn it. 
“I’m talking about the jacket.”
“What’s wrong with the jacket? It’s gonna get cold tonight,” you tell her, genuinely not understanding what she’s getting at.
She rolls her eyes before she plants her hands on her hips. “You can’t show up with a jacket. Now, he can’t give you one.” You instantly understand what she means, and you can’t help but scoff.
“Are you seriously telling me to ditch the jacket just so Ukai will give me his?”
“Uh, duh. Why else would I be telling you this?” You don’t have much of a choice because she pulls it off of you, throwing it on the couch. You don’t have time to protest because even in heels, she’s moving out of the door quickly. 
You must be here early because parking isn’t absolute shit yet, and you can feel your nerves start to hit you as you walk up to the house. When you get inside, you quickly realize that this is nowhere near a mixer; it’s a full blown party. Your friend guides you to the kitchen, handing you a drink once she gets there, and her friends find her almost instantly.
They talk to you for a while, and you check your phone to see that Ukai just texted you. Your friend waits for him to get there before she leaves with her friends, and you both find a corner to occupy as the music pounds in your head. “This isn’t really your thing, is it?” He has to lean down to ask you, and you shake your head as you move your hand side-to-side.
“Not really, but my friend thought I should get out since I’ve been studying all week.” 
“She sounds like a good friend,” he yells back, and that makes you laugh.
“When she wants to be, yeah.” The room’s starting to fill up, so you grab his hand to find somewhere else to go. You decide to just step outside since they’re playing music that you don’t really listen to. “Did you drive here?” you ask, finally relieved that you can hear yourself think.
“Yeah. I have a friend that’s on the team, so I’m the designated driver tonight.”
“So am I,” you say, taking a sip of the seltzer, and you offer it to him. He takes a swig before he puts the drink down on the half-brick wall that you’re sitting on.
“Are you not cold?” he asks, gesturing to your body, and you nod your head quickly.
“Oh, I definitely am. My friend told me to ditch the jacket though.” He gives you a questioning look, and you chuckle a bit before you explain. “She said if I ditch the jacket, you would give me yours,” you explain. “You don’t have to though,” you add, but he’s already sliding it off, and your eyes land on his arms which look like they might rip the sleeves of his shirt.
He puts it on you, and it’s so warm that you can’t help but curl into the warmth. You stick your arms in the sleeves, and he moves closer to you. You stand so that you can make your way in between his legs, and his hands land on your hips. 
“You look good tonight,” he comments, and you hum as you put your hands on his shoulders.
“Yeah?”
He nods. “Especially in my jacket,” he adds, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him.
“And what are you gonna do about it?” you question, and he grabs both sides of his jacket in one hand to pull you down to him. 
“I’ll show you,” he whispers against your lips before he kisses you firmly, and you gladly let your weight fall on him. He easily catches you as you move your arms to hang over his shoulders. He keeps one of his arms wrapped around you while the other falls so that he can trail his hand up your leg. You know the goosebumps that rise on your skin aren’t from the cold because your body starting to heat up and he’s barely started kissing you.
His fingers start to reach under the hem of your dress, and it feels so teasing to you that it makes you leak onto your panties. You’re glad you’re in the backyard because you would be embarrassed otherwise at how easily he’s pulling all kinds of sounds from you. He sucks on your tongue, and you’re pretty sure you would let him do anything to you right now.
He groans when you pull at his hair, and his fingers dig into the fat of your ass as his fingers start to inch further up your dress. You jump away from him quickly when someone yells your name, and you look up to see a girl walking up to you. You recognize her as one of your friend’s teammates, and she carefully steps outside, but Ukai doesn’t let you go.
That’s also when you realize that people could see you from inside since the curtains to the backdoor are wide open, but you don’t have time to think about that because she starts talking to you. “We’re playing seven minutes in heaven. You have to play!”
“O-Oh, I don’t know about that–” She cuts you off with a rough yank of your hand that nearly tips you over, and you grab Ukai’s hand also since there’s no way you’re stopping her. She pulls you upstairs, and you all walk into a room that’s filled with people but not as many downstairs. There’s music playing in here, and when she closes the door, the music blasting downstairs is severely muffled.
She pulls you into the circle, and you quickly fix your dress when you sit down to make sure you don’t flash anybody. “God, it’s like she didn’t stop,” you breathe, turning to Ukai when he sits down next to you.
“Yeah, that’s for sure.”
“I’m sure we can just sneak out of here in like, five minutes,” you say, but it’s too late because someone stands up and starts talking. You look around the room, and you start to feel uneasy when you see the same guy that Ukai nearly beat up. He barely spares either of you a glance, and you definitely feel uneasy when you see the girl that shares the same class with the both of you.
She makes eye contact with you, and she gives you a smile that’s all too friendly. There’s no way you can leave now because there’s no point in explaining the rules since everyone knows how to play. You and Ukai are definitely the only sober ones in the room, and you feel anxious as the girl from your class picks you to spin the bottle first.
You do it just to do it so you can get out of here faster because you’d rather be anywhere with Ukai but here. You chew on your lip nervously as the conversation gets quiet while people wait to see who’s going in the closet with you. You nearly slump in relief when it lands on Ukai, and when you look at him, he has a look in his eyes that gets both of your heartbeats racing.
He gets up before you do, pulling you to the closet faster than you can even process what’s going on. When he closes the door, you try to find a light to turn on, but he’s pushing you against the nearest wall before you can. As he pushes you, you feel something cold run across your forehead, and you assume it’s the string to the light, so you try to pull it while he kisses you frantically. 
You manage to turn it on, but the moment it happens, you soon forget about it when his lips find your neck. He pulls the jacket off of you, letting it fall to the floor as his hands rub at your thighs. “Keishin,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down since you don’t know how soundproof the door is.
“I’m so glad it landed on me. I don’t know if I would be able to handle you coming in here with someone else,” he breathes against your skin, and you’re glad it landed on him too, but there’s no way you’re able to tell him that when he pushes your dress up so that it’s bunched at your waist. 
He hikes your leg up so that it’s on his waist, and his other hand runs under the side of your panties. You jump when he finally touches you down there, and you hide your face in his hair to try and muffle your moans. He uses his other hand to pull your dress further up your body so until your tits fall out. The straps of the dress were designed where wearing a bra would’ve looked weird, and you don’t regret not wearing one at all right now.
You can’t even begin to try and get a word in when he starts to suck at your tits at the same time he pulls your underwear to the side. You ball his shirt in your fist when he rubs at your clit, and you dig your teeth into the other side of his shirt. You’re glad he has you up against the wall because you definitely would’ve fallen otherwise. 
You wanna try and make him feel good too, but he’s got you trapped between him and the wall, and there’s no way you could, so you just let the pleasure overtake you. You feel tears start to form at the corner of your eyes when he slides his fingers into you, and you’re confident the groan he releases is loud enough for everyone outside to hear.
“Oh, God,” you whine. “Oh, God, Kei–” You stand on your toes to the best of your ability when he presses against your walls, and your fingers hurt from how hard you’re gripping his shirt. He finally abandons your chest in favor of watching your face as he fingers you, nudging your head up with his shoulder, and you bite into your lip as your pleasure builds.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” he moans as he looks at you, and he pulls your lip out from between your teeth.
“T-They’ll hear–me,” you try to whisper.
“I don’t care. Let ‘em hear how good I’m making you feel, baby.” You can’t fight the urge to bite your lip, and you let your head fall back against the wall. You’re definitely starting to get too loud, so he crashes your lips onto his. He swallows every sound you make, pressing up against you even more when he presses on that spot that has you keening into his mouth.
The knock on the door should startle you but it doesn’t. The only thing you care about now is how good you’re feeling. The second round of knocks are harder, and this time you hear a voice, but you don’t know what they’re saying. He kisses you soundly as he slides his fingers out of you, and you don’t hide your disappointment.
He slides his fingers into his mouth, his breathing just as ragged as yours when he pulls them out. “I’m nowhere near done with you,” he whispers, and he fixes your dress right as the door opens. He picks up his jacket off of the floor, and he grabs your hand, making a bee-line for the exit. 
He’s suddenly stopped by a familiar face with another familiar face on his arm. “I knew you could do it,” he says, and he hands Ukai some money. You both frown at him, and the girl laughs.
“You won the bet, Ukai,” she says, and you can feel your heart start to race in the wrong way as your hand starts to slip from his. “It only took what? Like two months?”
“You don’t remember the bet we made before school started?” the guy asks, and you start to feel sick, looking over your shoulder to see everyone looking at you. You feel like you might puke as you wretch your hand from him and run out of the room. You hear Ukai call after you but you don’t stop, running down the stairs and pushing past people, ignoring their comments.
You can’t help but let the tears fall when you get outside once the music starts to fade. Your ears are ringing so badly, and your feet are moving you to your car. You let out a sob as you run, and you don’t even hear your name being called behind you. A hand grabs your arm, and you try to shake it off, but it tightens its grip.
“Let me go!” you scream, turning around to see Ukai, and the only thing you see is the guy that let you get bullied in high school. “You’re a piece of shit!”
“Just listen to me,” he tries, but you continue to fight him. “I don’t know what he’s talking about. I didn’t see him until that day!” he says, but you’re not listening.
You stop moving, and he doesn’t let you go. “You’re still that same guy. Nothing fucking changed and I fell for it!” You take the chance to slip out of his grip, and you succeed, making a run for your car. You unlock it, but right as you try to open it, his hand lands on yours. 
“Just listen to me, please.”
“No! I don’t want to talk to you.” He turns you around so fast that it almost scares you, and he pushes you against your car door.
“Are you really going to listen to some people that you barely know instead of me?” he questions. Your lip is still wobbling, and you can’t stop the tears that are running down your face.
“It’s not like I have anything else to go off of,” you bite back, and he presses you against the car a little harder when he thinks you might move.
“Yes, you do. And you know it,” he declares. “I have no idea what the fuck they were talking about. I didn’t even know he was going here until I saw him that day. And I haven’t talked to her since that day in class.” You start to calm down, but your heart is still racing a mile a minute. “I really like you, okay?” he starts. “I have since I laid my eyes on you in high school, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell them to stop messing with you. I was more worried about myself.”
His words hang in the air between the two of you, and when you start to relax, he lets you go. “Nothing that I have said or done with you has been a part of some bet. Everything I did was my choice.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” you ask, and you hate how your voice trembles.
“You think I threaten to beat him up all for some bet? I’m better than that, and you know it.” He lets his hands fall into your hands, grabbing them soft but his grip is firm. “I would never do something like that to you. I’ve been thinking about telling you the truth ever since I saw you that day, but I thought if I did, you would hate me. I couldn’t live with that, so I stayed quiet.”
You don’t respond, sniffling heavily. “And now I’m realizing that that was the dumbest decision I could’ve ever made. Spending this time with you has been the best moment of my life,” he breathes. “Don’t tell me that you don’t feel the same.”
You can’t even tell yourself that you don’t feel the same. You know from the start that your feelings for him never left, and there was a part of you that just accepted it. But you were so scared to let your guard down, to be vulnerable with him like you are now. 
“I really like you. I mean that. And I’m sorry for letting you be hurt all this time.” You let go of his hand so that you can wipe your face.
“It’s not your fault,” you eventually say. “I do feel the same way, but I was scared. Back then and now, I blamed you for the bullying, but it was never your fault.”
“Yes, it was,” he presses, but you stop him.
“No. It wasn’t.” You sniffle again, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I was letting the past dictate my feelings. I shouldnt’ve let their words get to me. But I was scared that you would hurt me if I let you back in.”
“I won’t hurt you again. I promise. I’ll never make you feel like that again.” He lets his head fall on yours as he speaks. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, but I won’t let it happen again.” You pull away, looking in his eyes, and you lean forward to kiss him softly. He lets his hands move to your neck, kissing you back just as softly. 
“I believe you,” you whisper when you pull away. “I’m sorry I didn’t before. I really like you, too.” He can’t help but smile, and he kisses you again just because he can.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” you ask, frowning a bit.
“For letting me say what I’ve always wanted to say. I thought I lost my chance forever.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again.
“No,” you say. “Now you have me forever.”
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okay last one for now, because I don't want to overwhelm you or anything.
"you deserve better than me" from the angst prompts with keishin, preferably with a fluff ending if possible though, please? <3
okay so i KNOW it says preferably a fluff ending, but you said it was okay if i posted this anyway and i’ve been sitting on it for ages so i am going to. i promise i will give you the most teeth rotting fluff for ukai if you want it next, just to make up for this lol
pairing: ukai keishin x reader
warnings: angst, breakup, hurt/no comfort, just sad shit but <3 part 2 here
wc: 650
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“You deserve better than me.”
Ukai hated having to pick between practicing longer and coming home to you. Because even though you were the most important thing in his life, he felt it easier to let down one person than to let down twelve. And of course for awhile you understood, you'd get most of the day together anyway. Hanging out in the store during your shifts during the day, sleeping next to each other at night. 
But it got old fast, Ukai coming home well past midnight because he had been at a late practice with the boys and then discussing tactics over drinks with Takeda. Even in the time you did have together before he left for practice, it felt like you never spoke. He was busy talking to Takeda over the phone or watching old games and practice matches or coming up with new formations. It didn't matter if you'd try to talk to him, he would just hum in response or give a simple "yeah". You knew he wasn't listening.
You weren't sure when the thought came to mind. But when he had stood you up after promising to be home for dinner, you knew what you had to do. It was 8pm on a Friday, and you knew at this rate he'd be there for another two hours. But you needed to get this out now. You needed to go to the gym and tell him everything.
It was a short walk to the gym, but a cold one. You regretted not changing into pants before leaving your shared home, but you were sure that if you had given yourself anymore time to think you may have talked yourself out of it. So there you were, outside the school's gym door in shorts and one of his hoodies that was far too big on you.
"Keishin," You called out, taking everyone in the gym by surprise. It seemed like everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw you. And you say his face drop, "Can you come out here please? I want to talk to you."
All he did was nod, telling the boys to go back to doing whatever it was moments prior before joining you outside and closing the door behind him. "y/n, I'm so sorry. It completely slipped my mind, I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow."
"I don't think you'll have to do that," You took a deep breath in, "I can't do this anymore, Keishin. You've been so absorbed into volleyball lately that you've barely spoken to me. You promised you'd be home tonight but you're still here. As always."
It didn't feel real, not for one second. You hadn't said it yet, but you didn't need to. He knew where you were going with this. "I love you, y/n. Please don't do this now. You deserve better than me, I know you do. But I can fix this. Give me a chance."
"I love you, I do. More than anything I've ever loved before. But I can't handle being in a relationship with someone who is never there anymore," You finally let the tears fall from your eyes, "I'm going to my friend's house tonight. I'll be by tomorrow and Sunday to get my things. Goodbye, Ukai."
The use of his last name was the final nail in the coffin. He felt his legs start to give out underneath him as you walked away. He couldn't fight it. He knew he had been doing wrong by you lately, but didn't realize it had gotten so bad. He figured he could make it up to you as soon as they have gotten past the game they were prepping so hard for.
As it turns out, when it comes down to it, letting down one person hurts much, much worse than letting down twelve.
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❄︎ ─ END OF YEAR REC REPORT: THE SHIP AND GEN EDITION
hi lovelies. as the year is coming to an end I wanted to work with my followers to compile a rec list of fics that have stuck with us as one massive thank you to all of the writers in our corner of tumblr/ao3. below you will find ship and gen fic from multiple different fandoms, and everything is in alphabetical order. I am grateful to all of you for the amazing work you do, and to those who participated!
fics: 37 fandoms: 9 total word count: 2.3m...
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ampersand by infantblue [ONESHOT] [37K] #: miya atsumu x hinata shoyo - post timeskip - pretend relationship - hurt/comfort - anxiety - falling in love
Atsumu confesses to Hinata on a dare and everything falls apart.
atsu101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn [MULTI-CHAP] [110K] #: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu - university au - pretend relationship - slow burn - fluff - growing comfortable with intimacy
Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?
channel: jackal by aka_aka_aka [MULTI-CHAP] [340K] #: multi - social media au - timeskip arc - humour - fluff - romance
MSBY Black Jackals' Jacksuke-kun!! ☑ @.MSBYJacksuke Jacksuke here with an announcement!! 🥁🥁🥁 We've started a YouTube channel!! Trailer's already up and on Friday next week at 8p.m. JST, we'll tell you who you'll be seeing most often (not everyone wants to be on camera after all). See you all then!! 🖤🖤 897🗨 • 16.4K⟲ • 33.3K♡
don’t talk to me or any of my fourteen children ever again by meregalaxiesandgods [MULTI-CHAP] [39K] #: gen - ukai keishin x takeda ittetsu - families of choice - hurt/comfort - team dynamics - implied child abuse - fluff - angst
Ukai Keishin was not—and had no interest in becoming—a father. He’d somehow become responsible for fourteen children regardless.
how to not fall in love with your flatmates twin by ionica01 [MULTI-CHAP] [46K] #: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu - university student sakusa - pro volleyball player atsumu - coming of age - fluff - falling in love - canon compliant
Kiyoomi and Osamu are flatmates, the student life is not rose-colored, and Atsumu shows up at the most unexpected times in the most expected places. Kiyoomi is... dealing with it.
getting it right by akaashism [MULTI-CHAP] [46K] #: kageyama tobio x hinata shoyo - best friends to lovers - pretend relationship - mutual pining - idiots in love - light angst - eventual sexual content
“I just—” he swallowed, bracing himself. “I need you to pretend to be my partner for a few days.” Hinata’s eyes grew wide and something like hurt flashed over his face. “Pretend? I thought we were partners! At least on the National Team. Aren’t we?” Tobio restrained the urge to smack him upside the head. “Not like that, idiot! I mean, partner in life! Like a boyfriend!” Hinata’s mouth snapped shut.
new horizons by popplino [ONESHOT] [10K] #: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa tooru - growing up together - animal crossing - friends to lovers - mutual pining - hurt/comfort - fluff
Oikawa always figured he'd end up falling in love with Iwaizumi, but he didn't expect for it to happen through a video game. Or: Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and the Animal Crossing franchise, through the years.
never stood a chance by litalana [ONESHOT] [9K] #: kuroo tetsuro x kozume kenma - fluff - jealousy - feelings realisation - coming out - love confessions - getting together
When the entirety of Nekoma finds out Kenma is gay (which was never meant to be a secret), Kenma becomes the focus of many of his male classmates. He could really live without all these love confessions though. So could Kuroo, for that matter.
no thoughts required by tawaki [ONESHOT] [9K] #: miya atsumu x hinata shoyo - friends with benefits - sexual content - heavy pining - introspection
It's the same shit, just on a different day: Atsumu is sleeping with Hinata. Atsumu wants to do more than sleep with Hinata. And Atsumu is—regrettably, completely, pathetically—whipped.
other boys in other ports by buttonstuck [MULTI-CHAP] [26K] #: sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu - science fantasy au - space sailor miya atsumu - bartender sakusa kiyoomi - fluff - sexual content
It’s stupid, waiting a year and a half for three meager days. Three days is all Kiyoomi gets, because he’s in love with a sailor who only makes port every few months. A sailor who has other lovers in other ports across the galaxy. But Kiyoomi can be happy being a warm bed, if it means he gets those three days every few months with Miya Atsumu.
that should be me by dillpicklechipsenthusiast [ONESHOT] [10K] #: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa tooru - love confessions - fluff - crack treated seriously - pining - first loves
After a disastrous night, Iwaizumi only has one solution for dealing with his drunken confession to his best friend: enlisting an unlikely group of friends to help him run away.
vren by icandigelvis [MULTI-CHAP] [100K] #: kageyama tobio x hinata shoyo - mythical beings and creatures au - historical fantasy - slow burn - fluff and angst - protectiveness - creature kageyama tobio
It was the boots that caught Shoyo's attention. They looked new and expensive sticking up from the tall grass, visible from the small trail he was walking on. He cautiously trudged closer, almost against his will. What Shoyo didn't notice, however, was the creature watching him; blue eyes following the oblivious human.
❄︎ BNHA
accidental (problem) child acquisition by shadecrawler [SERIES] [209K] #: gen - canon divergence - foster parenting - social services - child neglect - emotional hurt/comfort
After Aizawa Shouta's famous Quirk Assessment Test where he chews out his newest Problem Child for lack of Quirk Control and tells him blatantly that he can't become a Hero, he finds out two things. That Midoriya Izuku's Quirk came in on the date of Yuuei's Entrance Exam and that he is now in need of a foster parent. And it just so happens that Aizawa Shouta is in the best situation to raise a kid with such a self-destructive Quirk.
as small as an elephant by feelingstabby [MULTI-CHAP] [43K] #: gen - quirk accidents - animal transformation - fluff - angst - platonic cuddling - parental aizawa shouta - hurt/comfort - trauma
The one where Izuku and his sensei are turned into cats and have to learn to trust each other while struggling to find their way back home.
cardiac arrest by amournfulhowlinthenight [MULTI-CHAP] [190K] #: gen - psychological thriller - canon typical violence - kidnapping - character studies - character death - metafiction - revivals
All of the dead at Kamino Ward had been accounted for, sans one. One body had been pulled from the rubble, lifeless and limp, and taken away.
candy canes and christmas crackers by bigdorkenergy [MULTI-CHAP] [103K] #: bakugo katsuki x todoroki shouto - fake dating - christmas - fluff - romantic comedy - mutual pining
“So….your huge family somehow all think that you have a long term boyfriend and are insisting that you bring him to your week long Christmas family reunion?” Despite his efforts the end of his question raised in pitch as Kirishma swallowed down a giggle.“How does that even happen?” Kaminari added popping some of the hashbrowns Bakugou made into his mouth. OR Your classic holiday romcom where Bakugou needs a fake boyfriend to bring home for Christmas and Todoroki is willing to take that bullet
conversations with a cryptid by amournfulhowlinthenight [SERIES] [187K] #: gen - canon divergence - metafiction - midoriya izuku centric
The man was over a century old. There had to be more to it. In hindsight, it hadn’t been one of Izuku’s better ideas.
ground walker by kinguo [TWOSHOT] [42K] #: bakugo katsuki x todoroki shouto - slow burn - canon compliant - pining - fluff - angst
Tired of the way Bakugou Katsuki is treated unfairly, Todoroki takes matters into his own hands (though with careful scrutiny) to solve what he thinks is an issue. He doesn't expect to see new sides of one Bakugou Katsuki though, and he doesn't expect to become maybe a little more curious than he previously let on.
he calls you kacchan by bdugo [MULTI-CHAP] [50K] #: bakugo katsuki x midoriya izuku - introspection - friendship - pining midoriya izuku - oblivious bakugo katsuki - fluff - physical affection
After Katsuki apologized to Deku, they hadn't really gotten the chance to just exist with each other without some sort of life-threatening, world-saving shit going on. So Katsuki is picking up where he left off by extending his hand to Deku in an offer to rekindle their friendship, if that’s what Deku wants. Of course, Deku very much wants that, but the degree which Deku wants Katsuki in his life comes as a bigger surprise to Katsuki than anyone thought it would.
(phone) call for help by rejectscanon [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [96K] #: gen - todoroki family centric - canon divergence - child abuse - angst - hurt/comfort - escaping abuse - sibling relationships
Touya wants nothing more than to get him and his siblings out of their house and away from their father. To do this, he makes a last-ditch attempt and calls into Present Mic's radio station.
message delivered by dekusneakers [MULTI-CHAP] [20K] #: bakugo katsuki x midoriya izuku - manga spoilers - pining - hurt/comfort - texting
Kacchan: i miss you [2:03am] Kacchan: that was a typo [8:16am] Kacchan: go fuck yourself [8:17am] In which Katsuki grieves in the only way he knows how. With rage and double texting.
🔒 my (favourite) person by deviance [ONESHOT] [6K] #: bakugo katsuki x kirishima eijirou - established queerplatonic relationship - mild aphobic behaviour - asexual bakugo katsuki - hurt/comfort - alcohol consumption
Kirishima squeezed his hand, leaning into Bakugou’s other hand in his hair. “Have I told you lately that you’re my Favorite Person?” Bakugou huffed a quiet laugh, nose scrunching a little like it did when he was hiding embarrassment. “Only every day, hair for brains.”
no, I’m not afraid of hard work by froggenbie [ONESHOT] [12K] #: bakugo katuski x midoriya izuku - manga spoilers - friends to lovers - PTSD - fluff - shared trauma - literal sleeping together - hurt/comfort - getting together
Around the anniversary of the war’s end—of Izuku’s vigilante phase, of All For One’s return, of Katsuki’s death—Izuku gets clingy. Katsuki deals.
reconcile by whatagoodegg [MULTICHAP] [150K] #: gen - canon typical violence - imprisonment - slow build - hurt/comfort - platonic intimacy - forced proximity - angst with a happy ending
Midoriya and Shigaraki get hit with a Quirk that basically locks the both of them in an indestructible box and makes them unable to physically harm each other. The only way for them to get out? They have to reconcile their differences. Obviously, this is easier said than done.
❄︎ JJK
at the end of the world by freckledgeto [ONESHOT] [20K] #: itadori yuuji x fushiguro megumi - post-canon divergent - road trips - emotional hurt/comfort - yearning
Megumi does this routine everyday without difficulty. But he’s already awake when his alarm goes off today, like he was the day before and the day before that one— so he reaches over and turns it off and doesn’t move from his bed for another ten minutes, staring at his blank wall instead. Because it’s the beginning of February, and Itadori Yuuji only has one more of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers to ingest before he’s set to be executed in the morning.
eternity enshrined by apartment [MULTI-CHAP] [134K] #: ryomen sukuna x fushiguro megumi - canon typical violence - time travel - dubious consent - sexual content
Transported back in time, Megumi must rely on the only familiar face in Heian Japan. Ryoumen Sukuna, a curse to some and deity to others, decides to keep him.
hey son, I killed your daddy by missingnooo [ONESHOT] [5K] #: gen - parental gojo satoru - character study - canon compliant - hurt/comfort
Gojo admits something.
heart on my sleeve by katarasvevo [ONESHOT] [2K] #: itadori yuuji x fushiguro megumi - yearning - injury - intimacy - friends to lovers
Megumi’s throat unsticks. “You can’t—you can’t just say things like that,” he murmurs, quickly averting his gaze. “And I thought you liked girls who look like Jennifer Lawrence.” Itadori gives him an odd look. “Yeah. Girls.” He smiles sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. “Never said anything about the guys, though.”
moth light by chuuyasoup [ONESHOT] [1.3K] #: gen - sneaking out - fluff - friendship
Shoko stops in front of the sports drinks, gazing at the wide selection. “What’s so interesting?” They look up, twin grins in place. Shoko squints, then dismisses the possibility that they’re making fun of her. An inside joke, more likely. “The sugar content,” Gojo says, waving a can of sweetened coffee. He snickers. “Yeah, the sugar content,” Geto parrots, and then they both burst out laughing.
❄︎ MP100
out of body by bobmoss [MULTI-CHAP] [50K] #: reigen arataka x serizawa katsuya - slow burn - case fic - mental health issues - hurt/comfort - recovery
Serizawa's recovery seems to be going so well, but then he suddenly develops a habit of accidental out of body experiences during panic attacks.
❄︎ BALDUR'S GATE
all our missing parts by viraaja [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [30K] #: halsin x astarion - smut - touchstarved - ritual sex
Halsin discovers Astarion was turned before his maturity and all the sacred elven rites that come along with it. Including the sex one.
friday nights by sadinasaphrite [MULTI-CHAP] [28K] #: gale x astarion - university au - modern with magic - getting together - blood and violence
Professor Gale Dakarios loses his research, his magic, and his lover Mystra all at once and only has himself to blame. When he goes to drown his sorrows, he meets a pale stranger with mysteries of his own.
❄︎ GOOD OMENS
flowers from hell by entanglednow [MULTI-CHAP] [40K] #: aziraphale x crowley - slow burn - idiots in love - pining - romantic gestures - sentient plants - family bonding
In which Aziraphale makes more of an effort to be involved with Crowley's interests and hobbies.
❄︎ MARVEL UNIVERSE
"the more you say the less i know (wherever you stray, i follow)" by notcaycepollard [ONESHOT] [22K] #: bucky barnes x sam wilson - mature - canon typical violence
It starts in the desert.
my big fat wolf wedding by aggressivewhenstartled, galwednesday, quietnight, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt [ONESHOT] [12K] #: bucky barnes x steve rogers - supernatural elements - wolves and vampires - fluff - accidental marriage
“I can’t just promise him a ring, take him home, drink from him three times in a row and then wake him up the next morning to say oops, just kidding!” Steve casts around, looking at his wreck of an apartment. “I don’t even have any good champagne!”
❄︎ PERSONA 5
the definition of insanity... by twilight_starr [MULTI-CHAP] [183K] #: akechi goro x kurusu akira - time loop - canon divergence - hurt/comfort - suicidal thoughts
...is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. They're disjointed. Confused. And Akechi isn't giving him anything to work with.
❄︎ FINAL FANTASY
the strength of a thousand by toastedcatbrea [MULTI-CHAP] [147K] #: sephiroth x cloud strife - time travel fix-it - romance - comedy - everybody lives
Cloud Strife was older than most of the typical cadets, but his blue eyes burned with the strength of a thousand men. The Firsts (and Zack) find out exactly how strong he really was.
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A place for my different fandoms brain rots
Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁
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Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺
Jamie Flatters - Attention Thief 🌺
Jamie Flatters - Bakery Girl 🌺
Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺
Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺
Combos.
Avatar Cast - Dream Come True 🌺
Different Aus.
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
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Games
Imagines.
(BG3) Astarion - Love From Cold Lips 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - For Your Pleasure 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - Flaunting Treasures 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - Sweet As Sugar 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹
(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹
(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺
(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹
Combos.
(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️
(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹
(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹
(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀
(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺
(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺
Combos
(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹
Different Aus.
(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
(BG3) halsin - NSFW
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Movies
Imagines.
(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹
(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺
(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹
(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺
(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺
(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺
(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺
(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺
(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹
Combos.
(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹
Different Aus.
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NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
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Series
Imagines.
(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁
(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹
(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹
(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹
(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁
(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺
(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺
(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹
(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹
Combos
(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹
(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹
(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹
(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹
(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
Combos.
(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹
(MK) Moon System - Three For The Price Of One 🌹
(MK) Moon Boys - Save Him 🥀🌺
Different Aus.
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Tag.List
@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny
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stinkysam · 6 months
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MASTERLIST ANIME / CARTOON (a->z)
••••••••• •••••••••
–BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
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I will not write for Dabi, Endeavor, Shigaraki.
Jin Bubaigawara
Home - (fluff)
Fluff headcanons - (fluff)
Sleepless - (smut)
Shōta Aizawa
Totally wasn’t waiting for you - (fluff)
Togata Mirio
Yes I’m tall, no I don’t play basketball - (fluff)
Breaking up by text is illegal - (angst / comfort)
The Greeks were onto something - (fluff)
Keigo Takami
Processing - (fluff)
Love to love - (fluff)
N'en faire qu'une bouchée - (smut)
I love you - (smut)
••••••••• •••••••••
–HAIKYUU!!
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Aone Takanobu
Since day one - (fluff)
Keishin Ukai
Visit - (fluff)
Kōtarō Bokuto
Things you need to know - (fluff)
You - (angst / comfort)
Shōyō Hinata
Electricity - (smut)
Wakatoshi Ushijima
Breaking News ! - (angst / comfort)
••••••••• •••••••••
–HAZBIN HOTEL
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Adam
Nothing yet
Lucifer Morningstar
Past - (angst)
–JUJUTSU KAISEN
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I will not write for Geto, Mahito, Toji.
Choso Kamo
Carnal love - (smut)
Kento Nanami
Father ? - (fluff)
Pretty… - (fluff)
Ryomen Sukuna
Moment - (fluff)
Never speak of this - (crack / fluff)
Boobs - (smut)
Familiar face - (fluff) - pt1
Feast - (fluff / angst) - pt2
Satoru Gojo
Burn the elders - (fluff)
Yuji Itadori
Stealth - (fluff)
Why ? - (angst / comfort)
2 AM bangers - (fluff / crack)
Honesty - (fluff / angst)
••••••••• •••••••••
–ONE PIECE
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I will not write for the marine, Crocodile or Doflamingo.
Eustass Kid
A bad day - (fluff)
Roronoa Zoro
That one time Zoro didn’t got lost - (fluff)
One day - (fluff)
So I hear - (fluff)
Trafalgar D. Water Law
The onsen experience - (fluff)
Focus - (fluff)
It’s a date ! - (fluff)
You fancy me or something ? - (fluff)
Leash - (fluff)
S/O with chronic illness - (fluff)
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–SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN
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I will not write for Flock or Sieg.
Armin Arlert
Before you go - (fluff)
Jean Kirschtein
Soft puddle - (fluff)
Stop shoving butterflies down my throat - (fluff)
Levi Ackerman
Not you - (angst)
You, who survived despite the odds - (fluff)
Joy - (fluff)
Horrible - (fluff)
For some tea - (fluff)
I... - (fluff)
Breaking up speech - (fluff)
Porco Galliard
Good boy - (smut)
Through the years - (fluff)
10 minutes window - (fluff)
Object of your affection - (fluff)
(Don’t) Mourn me - (angst)
Welcome home - (fluff)
Taken from him - (angst)
With an autistic reader - (fluff)
Weekends - (fluff)
Your voice - (fluff)
Bridge - (fluff) - pt.1
Tongue - (fluff) - pt.2
Reiner Braun
Morning - (fluff)
It’s not gonna end well - (angst) - pt.1
I’m glad Jean beat you up because I can’t - (angst) - pt.2
Stress buddies - (fluff)
First time - (smut)
Collateral damage - (angst)
Scared of heights - (fluff)
Meeting you - (fluff)
To see you again - (fluff)
Years later - (fluff)
Birthday - (smut)
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awearywritersworld · 8 months
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haikyuu masterlist
oikawa toru
comfort // 1.7k // angst to fluff
ukai keishin
i still love you // 1.75k // angst to fluff part 2 // 2.2k // angst to fluff
tsukishima kei
to be in need // 1.56k // angst to fluff prove it // 1k // angst to fluff a misunderstanding makes you feel insecure // 1.4k // angst to fluff
sawamura daichi
insomniac's lullaby // 3.6k // angst to fluff
bokuto kotaro
don't leave // 1.6k // angst to fluff he gets jealous // .6k // angst to fluff
kozume kenma
reliability // .6k // angst to fluff
kuroo tetsuro
a misunderstanding makes you feel insecure // 1.1k // angst to fluff
suna rintaro
early mornings // .2k // fluff
multi-character
little things they do to show they love you // akaashi, bokuto, sugawara, kuroo, miya o., ushijima, sakusa you have a nightmare // suna, kenma, oikawa, tsukishima bumping into your abusive ex // akaashi, tendou, kuroo, miya a. you realize you have feelings for them, so you distance yourself not knowing it’s mutual // kuroo, sugawara, iwaizumi, ushijima
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imperatorkhaleesi · 10 months
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DO I WANNA KNOW?
Chapter Two: "Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay"
Keishin Ukai x Reader
✨You play, Kei pines, and you try to sort your shit out.✨
“Sorry,” he says. He moves to let you go but you hold on, tilting your head up to get closer to him. “I…I just—” “Don’t apologize,” you whisper; Kei’s breath catches as his eyes meet yours. “I want to.”
AO3
Chapter Content Deets! (For all fic content tags, please check the full work post here): afab!reader, black woman reader, she/her pronouns, reader is described a little, former Olympian!reader, childhood best friends, high school sweethearts turned exes, no y/n usage, nickname ("Berry" [spoiler: it will be explained later]), name calling (you call each other "asshole", eventual smut, for now kissing, ANGST, but with FLUFF PAYOFF!, light hair pulling, heavy PDA
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There’s a poetry to the way you move that he missed being able to see. You’re astoundingly graceful, even now; he doesn’t mean to sound like an asshole, but it’s only obvious to people who know you like the back of their hands that you haven’t played in a while. There’s a slight, maybe nano-second lag between your instincts and your body movements (which he’s absolutely sure he can blame on the combination of your knee and ankle injury) but even then it’s fucking nothing; the teenage boys you’re playing against are struggling to mark you and read your plays.
And forget your serves. Whatever ones they’re getting are either pure luck or you taking pity after multiple service aces in a row. You and the second team are fucking dismantling his starter team. If he wasn’t so—no, he’s not gonna say that, not even gonna think it, you have a fuckin’ boyfriend.
But…the fact that watching you play still gets a rise out of him like this is…interesting, to say the least. He wants to judge himself; you’re right really, it’s his team that he’s been coaching, this should be at least a little embarrassing for him. But you’re a fucking former Olympian. You have a solid 15+ years of experience on all of them, you were coached by the best in the country, and you were a phenom when you were their age; an insane, once-in-a-generation all-around player, and…fuck it, it’s still astronomically fucking hot that you’re still so incredible at it.
You look…so…fuck, just so bewitching, standing on that court, glistening with sweat, your face a perfect mask of focus and determination, your eyes bright with the excitement he missed seeing. You stripped out of your hoodie six attacks ago, and he can tell he’s not the only one that got distracted by your knotted shirt sitting along your belly and sleeve of tattoos. You’re so fucking stunning like this - so much has changed, but this is consistent. You, on a good team, murdering the opposition.
He was right to call you, he thinks, grinning. Even if you don’t stay long (he banishes the thought before the knot in his stomach can get any tighter), he knows that just having them cycle in and out after each play and see you work in each position and offer them notes is an incredible education. Especially for Noya - Kei can tell he’s learning a lot from your saves, even from the other side of the court.
You and Suga make eye contact, he sets, you jump,  send a hard spike over the net, and Noya dives for it. Kei sees it at the same time you do; Tanaka and Tsukishima both flinch, but don’t move, and Noya misses.
“Time!” You shout as you land; the game halts as you duck underneath the net, shaking your knee. “Receiving drill. Line up!”
Everyone falls into line quick, and you begin to stretch your arms as you speak to them. You’re bruising; your knee is probably gonna be screaming soon. He’s gonna have to remind you to do the epsom salts later; you always used to forget, always too in it to care.
“So. Your attacks and offense are incredible. But your defense is so bad it’s depressing. I’m assuming it’s because you’re a new team and not used to working with each other, and that’s understandable. But you’ll never be a strong team unless you learn how to support and show up for each other, and that starts with a strong defense. So here’s how we’ll do it. You’re gonna start with serves and tosses from this side, and it’s your job as a team to keep the ball in the air no matter what. No attacks, no spikes. Just keep the ball in the air and in play. Every touch is worth a point. If you touch it 15 times, then we’ll switch. Then 20, 25, 30, all the way up to 50. But if it touches the ground, you start over. Every time someone misses and your libero has to cover for you, you lose a point. Every time the ball passes over the net to the next team, you add another ball and you have to keep all of them in the air at once. Get after it.”
Fuck, he watches as you mince off the court, leaning into your right ever so slightly as you walk toward him and Takeda. You overdid it.
“Here,” Takeda stands from the bench, gesturing for you to sit, and you shake your head.
“I gotta stay warm and limber or I’ll hurt myself later,” you reply, smiling. “But thanks.”
“Of course! You’re really amazing out there.”
“She oughta be,” Keishin says; the starter team hits 15, then passes the ball over the net, and the second team adds a ball. “Be a sad state for an Olympian to suddenly be a terrible player in retirement.”
You wince as you sit on the other side of Takeda on the ground, and let your legs splay out on either side of you, stretching to touch your toes. Your center split is still perfect. Of course. If you did nothing else after games, you’d stretch. If he’s remembering correctly, the first time the two of you fucked happened after a practice game in this very gym; you asked him to help you with a cool down and one thing led to another—
“An Olympian?” Takeda exclaims.
“Former Olympian,” you correct, immediately. Kei chuckles. Aggressively and unnecessarily modest, as per usual. The second team sends two balls over the net and Tsukishima tosses up a third.
“Top ranked player at that,” he adds. “Singlehandedly carried Japan to number one that year.”
“I didn’t singlehandedly do shit, don’t listen to him,” you snort. “Defeats the purpose of calling it a team sport if we act like I was running that court by myself.”
“It certainly explains a lot,” Takeda says, smiling. “I don’t know much about volleyball, but even I can tell you’re incredible.”
“Thank you,” you laugh. “You can thank the Ukais for a lot of that. Ukai the Elder trained me well and my Ukai and our other friends Takinoue and Shimada let me obsessively practice all the positions with them until I was a precision player.”
“She’s forgetting the hours of voluntary practice she put in with her team and our team that gave her an edge,” Kei says, dropping down next to Takeda. “Worked her ass off to get to where she is.” He tries not to let himself get swept up in the fact that you called him “my Ukai” again. Probably from former habit, but it doesn’t mean…it has to be nothing.
Or maybe not? Maybe it means you’re not pissed anymore? You’re here, after all—
“Why didn’t you call her earlier?” Kei looks over at you then, watches as you studiously twist under and reach for your left toes with your right hand. He watches the knot in your shirt ride further up your side, ever so slightly and jeez, he can feel his balls tighten just at the sight of your bare skin. The two of you haven’t even talked about it or mentioned it. You’re certainly not gonna get into it in front of someone you’ve just met, so he’s definitely not gonna initiate.
“I’ve been busy,” you say, evenly.
“You should cool down,” Kei says, instead.
“I’m fine,” you reply; you press your fists to either side of your knee and massage them, gently. “There’s a few attacks your setter and wing spiker haven’t tried that I wanna teach your receivers to defend against.”
“You should ease up anyway. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I’m fine.”
“Ber—”
“Keishin.”
“The KT Tape is not a magic fix—”
“I know,” you huff, just on the edge of snapping at him. “I’m just trying to make sure I don’t catch any cramps.”
“Just take it easy from now on, alright?”
“You sound just like General Ukai,” you sigh; he knows you can feel just how deeply you annoyed him.
“No I don’t. Focus on not tearing another ligament,” he huffs.
“Yes coach.” You rise to your feet and flex them, the joints cracking as you shake yourself out and jog back over to the net.
“Did I say something wrong?” Takeda says. Kei turns to look at him and lets out a soft chuckle.
“Nah, it’s just us. She and I…we’ve…known each other a long time, since we were kids. Since she moved here, actually. It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?” Takeda’s brows furrow a split second before he catches the look on Kei’s face and his face reddens. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Kei breathes out. His eyes land on you as you dive to keep the ball up, and you roll to your feet, motioning for the second team to start over.
“Well,” Takeda lays a hand on Kei’s shoulder. “I’m sure reaching out to her was hard for you, but I know the team is grateful.”
“I’m actually…” Kei’s eyes linger on you while you let out a soft laugh as Hinata and Kageyama start arguing, like usual. “I’m thankful to have a reason to ask her up here. I missed her.”
“It may mean something that she’s here too, you know.” Takeda smiles kindly over to him. “Whatever the reason things are complicated…maybe she misses you too.”
You spare a look over to Kei, and you grin, holding your middle finger up at him before you turn back to Kageyama.
“Maybe,” Kei says softly, warmth growing in his chest before he can stifle it again. “I hope.”
~*~*~
“Okay, you were right,” you groan, three hours later; Hinata and Kageyama just left after an extra hour of drilling with you as Kei looked on, smoking from the doorway, and now you’re sprawled on the ground, wrapping up your cool-down, your jacket and hoodie piled next to you where Kei left them as he and the boys put things away. “I may have overdone it.”
It’s an understatement, you know for sure; your knee is screaming, burning, not in a ‘fuck I’m broken this time I won’t ever be able to walk again’ way, but a ‘maybe I should’ve put on a brace before I started doing all those extra quicks and spikes’ way. You’ll be fine, you just need to rest, stay off your knee for the rest of the night if you can. And of course—
Kei sighs, slamming the equipment closet door closed and locking it before he turns to take you in.
“Knee or ankle?” Of course, you need to pop the joint; your landings weren’t as graceful as they used to be 6 years ago, and you can’t pop it by yourself, you’ve been trying to for the past 10 minutes as Kei cleared the last of the equipment up and brought his stuff out of the gym and carried it to his car.
“Knee,” you say, softly. You try to rise from the ground as he comes to you, but he swats your outstretched hand away, pushing your shoulder to make you lay back against the floor. He kneels, wraps his forearm around your calf, then places a gentle, supportive hand under your knee and tugs until you both feel the dull crack! between his fingers. You let out a soft exhale as the pressure floods out and the dull pain eases.
“Better?”
“Mm,” you sigh. “Much. Thank you.” He sits up, and extends his hand to you and you take it, letting him haul you to your feet. He gives you maybe a half-second to get your bearings before he tsks and scoops you up into his arms.
“I can walk—”
“We both know that’s bullshit,” he replies, rolling his eyes as he carries you toward the door.
“Yeah, you called that,” you laugh. “Probably gonna need an ice bath to make sure I can move 24 hours from now.”
“Well, the boys are certainly gonna miss you tomorrow,” he says, after a moment. Hm. He wasn’t even remotely subtle, but you don’t blame him. You might as well…it’s only been a day, but it’s been…nice. You can spare a few more days before heading down to Okinawa.
“I’ll be here tomorrow, actually,” you reply; Kei stops in the threshold, you can feel him looking down at you, but you try to stay as nonchalant as possible, your eyes locked on the collar of his blue shirt peeking out from his pullover, trailing up to his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs, and heat sparks low in your body, just a bit. Your lips remember the slope of it so easily— “I promised I’d help your libero with some sets.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” It’s awkward as he sets you down outside the gym, and turns to cut the lights off, lock the door; the tow of you slide your shoes on. The question you know he wants to ask goes unspoken, and you won’t be the first to say it.
“So, uh. Important question.” Here it goes. You push away from the wall you were leaning against as he ties his laces and rises to look at you. “Are you gonna make them do theater games tomorrow,” he sighs, and you let out a loud snort. Okay…he got you.
“If you have to ask, clearly it’s been too long since you played zip zap zop,” you reply, yawning.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“For this team, which needs to learn how to read each other and respond as one in front of a big crowd, what would be better than theater games?”
“Practice.”
“And how’s that strategy working out for you?”
“Swimmingly, perfectly actually,” he laughs.
“Oh, in that case, I’ll just head back home then. No problem.”
“Cool. I’m keeping your luggage. Probably still half of my stuff in it anyway. Bye!” You snort, raising your arms to playfully swing at him, but Kei brings his arms up to defend, and flinches, letting out a loud laugh as your soft punch digs into his side. You stumble, trying to balance your weight on your right foot but he catches you close around the waist, and the two of you are very suddenly nose to nose, chest to chest, breath suddenly heavy, his arm around your waist, holding you steady. “S…sorry, Ber. You okay?” You nod, your nose brushing softly against the side of his, and your heart races as his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Mhm,” you hum. His palm brushes down your spine to your hip, and you shiver, gripping the front of his jacket, pulling him closer.
“Knee still steady,” he says, absently; his thumb swirls across the side of your hip, gently, and desire swoops in with a vengeance, sharp and quick and unbearably hot. His chest heaves against yours, his eyes go low and stormy as he takes you in, and you want to; you’ve been thinking about how he used to kiss you ever since you walked into the store 12 hours ago. If you had the wherewithal you’d be a little embarrassed at how quickly he’s swayed you, how easily 6 years worth of anger faded.
“Yeah,” you reply, soft. Kei nods, his eyes searching your face, and you feel his hand on your cheek, soft, his thumb stroking along the base of your bottom lip. And you almost lean forward, just as he shuts his eyes and drops his hand.
“Sorry,” he says. He moves to let you go but you hold on, tilting your head up to get closer to him. “I…I just—”
“Don’t apologize,” you whisper; Kei’s breath catches as his eyes meet yours. “I want to.” He squints down at you at that, his brow arching, his gaze instantly judgmental.
“Wouldn’t your boyfriend have an opinion about that?” Fuck, you forgot you told him that. And based on the way his expression shifts into a pleased smirk, he can tell. “Is he in Canada?”
“God, shut up,” you huff, shoving him in the chest, but it’s his turn to hold onto you this time, his smirk spreading wider as he watches you squirm.
“He’s not gonna hop on a red eye to come kick my ass, is he?”
“Well, he’s in Kyoto, so no,” you reply, and his face crumples a bit as he lets you go, and you’re kicking yourself because you didn’t want to do this with him, there was a part of you that was hoping all of the hard stuff could be avoided, but— “And he’s my…he’s an ex now, so…”
“Oh, so…oh.” You nod as Kei takes another step back and takes you in, his expression serious. “You didn’t…that isn’t my fault, is it?” 
“Relax,” you sigh. “We were way over way before you emailed me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You had nothing to do with it,” you shrug; his eyes narrow as he takes you in, but you turn and start walking-but-mostly-limping toward his car before he can ask the follow-up. And of course that doesn’t fucking work because Kei doesn’t know how to let you let shit go.
“Do you wanna talk about it, Berry?” he says, catching up to you in three long strides. You shake your head.
“Not with you,” you say, leaning against the trunk. Kei sighs.
“I’m just—”
“What? What? You’re what, Kei?” You’re not sure what it is; maybe it’s the anger and it’s coming back ten times harder because of what just happened. Maybe you just…you don’t even know. You’re just tired of talking around the big fucking elephant in the room.
His brows furrow as he takes you in.
“What exactly are we talking about here,” he says, carefully, after a moment. He’s being too fucking mature about this, and it’s pissing you off.
“Fuck you, Kei,” you reply. “Just…fuck you.” You turn, walking down the gravel road toward the school exit. Your knee is in deep pain but you’re going to make a point—
“Berry,” he yells after you. Gravel scatters behind you and you pick up your pace. “You can’t keep walking on that knee, it’ll—”
“If you hadn’t fucking abandoned me then I wouldn’t have to worry about my fucking knee!” He falls silent behind you, and you stop in your tracks. The nape of your neck burns; you make a tiny step to turn, but Keishin says your name and you falter. You don’t remember the last time he said it, you’re so used to him calling you that stupid nickname. You can barely even remember the shape of your first name on his lips; it sounds almost too smooth in his mouth, as if he’s practiced it to perfection, waiting for this moment.
“Don’t,” you sigh. “Please don’t…I…just leave it, okay?”
“Look at me,” is all he says. Then your name again. It stings rolling off his tongue so easily - a reminder of how long it’s been since you’ve heard his voice, how many times he must’ve said it to so many others, what it must’ve taken to ask about you, rather than talk to you. How it must’ve caused a sharp pang in his chest any time someone asked him how you were, and all he had was conjecture. You know, because it hurt you just as much to do it. “C’mon,” he says. “Look at me. Please.”
Your entire life has enabled you to know exactly how Kei is going to react to something at any given time, so the look on his face is terrifying. If your name in his mouth wasn’t what killed you, the wounded, devastated look in his eyes drives the knife between your ribs home.
This is why you iced him out for six years, you realize, suddenly. He’s still the only person alive who knows exactly how to hurt you in the worst possible ways without a second thought.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I wanted to be.” And you’re ready to hammer down on him; you should’ve been, fuck you. But instead.
“You didn’t even call me,” your voice cracks; fuck, you swore you wouldn’t fucking cry on the train here. You promised yourself—
“I’m sorry, I really am,” he opens his arms, moves toward you and you stumble back.
“Don’t fucking touch me right now,” you snap, and he stops. And his arms drop.
“You didn’t pick up,” he says. “I must’ve called 50 times, I sent flowers—”
“I’m not talking about after I got injured, Kei.”
His breath catches. Then his head drops, and fuck, everything goes glittery and soft, and the knot in your throat explodes out of your mouth in a quiet sob.
“Fuck,” he whispers. You turn on your heel and the tears burst into a full-blown cry immediately. Jesus Christ…you swipe at your face with the sleeves of your hoodie, but you can’t stop; you feel a hand on your shoulder— “Hey, it’s okay—”
“Stop,” you shake your head, furiously wiping your eyes as you shove off Kei’s attempt at a hug. “This is embarrassing enough.”
“It’s not, it’s okay—”
“It’s fucking not okay, Keishin!” It’s so quiet outside now. You can’t even hear crickets, or cars on the far street. “It’s not! You left me at the fucking train station! You just left me there! You didn’t text, you didn’t fucking call, you didn’t even give me the respect, you didn’t even fucking respect the relationship we had for 20 years enough to pick up the fucking phone and say you weren’t coming—“
“I wasn’t—”
“Shut the fuck up! I’m so fucking mad at you! I’ve been furious with you for so long! I can’t even let it go because you’re still my best fucking friend and it’s the only connection I have left to you. You’re an asshole and you fucking hurt me and I miss you. And I can’t even just be angry and stay angry, because I know why you did it but fuck! Fuck me for even asking you, but fuck you for not just saying no when I asked, you fucking dickhead!”
Kei doesn’t speak. You fall silent, heaving in deep gulps of breath, trying so hard to calm yourself, to quell the tears. When you’re finally, finally able to breathe without fresh tears sliding down your face, you feel a quick nudge on your shoulder.
“Come,” he murmurs. He turns and starts walking back to his car, looking back when he realizes he can’t hear your footsteps. “C’mon, Berry.”
You watch as he wanders back up the path to his car. You almost, very nearly turn on your heel to continue your walk down the path, but you flinch and your knee explodes with sharp pain. You let out a soft cry, stumbling, trying to balance your weight on one foot, and suddenly Kei is there, holding your elbow, his other hand strong and firm on your lower back.
“Let me carry you. Please,” Kei says.
“Okay,” you mumble, after a moment, and he sweeps you up, so fast you barely have a moment to collect yourself, your nose pressing against his neck. Fuck. “You should quit smoking.”
“Do I smell bad?” You huff, because of course he doesn’t. He smells like tobacco, for sure, but it’s a sweet-smoky kind of scent that you don’t completely hate. Not to mention he still wears that cologne you loved so much on him; he still smells…woody and spicy and warm. Cherrywood and cinnamon. And minty. That was it.
“You smell terrible,” you sigh. “Quit.”
“Well, shit, now that you said it I will,” he chuckles.
“Oh will you?”
“Yeah. The pack in my jacket right now will be my last.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Kei.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re gonna go cold turkey at the end of the harvest season and in the middle of the volleyball season?”
“Do you want me to quit or not?”
“I do, but you’re too stressed to actually qu—”
“Don’t worry about my stress,” he replies. “It’s not your problem.”
“It is when my aunt is calling me because your mom is calling my aunt and my aunt needs me to give her my mom’s old throat coat recipe because you’re wheezing like General Ukai and Uncle Jukito in the field at 4 am.”
“Alright,” he snorts; he sets you back down on his trunk and leans on it next to you. “That means I have permission to worry about you now. Though, to be honest, I never stopped.” Fuck. Don’t start crying again.
“Fine,” you huff.
“Okay. So,” he pulls the pack out of his inner pocket, then tugs one out and lights it, shrugging apologetically at the dirty look you give him. He takes a deep pull, then switches the hand he’s holding it with, putting you upwind. “First. I’m sorry.”
“Kei,” you sigh.
“No. Let me. I’m sorry. I…I was a fuckin’ coward. I didn’t know how to tell you I couldn’t go.”
“I shouldn’t have asked.”
“I wanted to. I wanted to leave with you so badly. I really did. But I couldn’t. My parents needed me nearby. That old bastard needed me too.”
“I know.”
“I’m pissed at you too, you know,” he adds, and you nearly break your neck meeting his gaze.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“You also abandoned me.”
“What are you even—”
“I’ve been calling, texting, and emailing you almost every week for 6 years straight. Actually, you know what? I haven’t been sending the emails, but I have 311 drafts addressed to you if you’re interested. You have every right to be upset with me, I know that, I own that. But I’ve been trying my ass off to fix it and you’ve been rejecting me the whole time.”
“Kei—”
“And you’re right. We’ve been in this together for 20 years. That means as much to me as it does to you. I just thought that 20 years of me consistently showing up for you could’ve earned me a bit of grace for the one time I didn’t. Obviously that wasn’t the case. And it’s not like I wanted to stop showing up. I tried to keep showing up after I fucked up and you kept pushing me out.”
“I know. I knew. I just…shit,” you bury your head in your hands and sigh. “I was being selfish. I was being so fucking selfish because I had the luxury to be. I’m sorry.”
“Honesty?” You look up at him then, see him pressing the pad of his thumb under his chin, and you’re fucking annoyed. Because how dare he revive that right when you’re trying not to burst into tears? But you mirror the action back at him and he smiles. “I’m glad you were. You made me want to try to be, even if it wasn’t possible. You made trying to be selfish worth it.”
Oh. The knot forms in the back of your throat again, and you smile back, but don’t speak just yet.
“Thank you for the flowers,” you say, after several minutes of trying not to sob again. Kei grunts, dropping the cigarette and grounding it underneath his foot.
“I’m glad you liked them.”
“I hated them at the time, actually. It just made me angry that you weren’t there holding my hand in the hospital. But now, in hindsight, I loved them.”
“Good,” he replies, chuckling. And lights another cigarette.
“Keishin,” you say.
“Berry,” he replies, grinning.
“You’re an ass.”
“I am. Speaking of. Second,” he exhales away from you, peering at you from the corner of his eye. “You and…?”
“Jacob,” you sigh after a brief staredown.
“You and Jacob,” Kei scoffs, but waves you down when you open your mouth to retort. “You broke up.”
“Yes.”
“A while ago.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re still living together.”
“Ah…yeah.”
“….and how is that going?” You let your chin drop to your chest as you exhale.
“Well I’m mildly concerned that when I go back in a week my belongings will be smoldering in the trash, but otherwise…awful.”
“Okay,” he taps his cigarette and the ashes float in the light breeze, soft and slow and easy. “So tomorrow I’m busy but the day after is my weekend, so we’ll drive back down and pick up your stuff then.”
“No, you don—”
“I’m not hearing an argument about this,” he says sharply. His eyes soften as he exhales another cloud of smoke and turns to look at you again. “We’re going to get your stuff, Ber.”
“I don’t even have a new place to stay yet—”
“As long as I have a roof you’ll always have a place to stay.” Your gaze lands on him at that, and you take in his profile, the sharp line of his jaw, the soft mischievous slope of his nose, the soft rosiness settling in his tan cheeks, the deep brown of his brows and sideburns, your heart wedging deep in your throat. Kei has always been so fucking handsome, often intolerably so. Annoyingly hot, you’d say even - before the two of you were together you’d get people asking you if you were dating, and oh!, since you’re not, can you ask if he likes me? Or people just straight up hitting on him and treating you like an electrical outlet in the middle of a wall. The last time this ever happened was the middle of second year. Yumiko Noro, who’d been equally an asshole to you and pining over Kei since you all were kids, went to visit her cousins in Seoul over break and came back with a keratin treatment, clear skin, and 4 inches taller. And of course, Kei is a fuckin’ idiot and never noticed all the girls at school throwing themselves at him until you’d pointed it out in a fit of jealousy a day before the two of you went public.
“Hey Keishin,” the two of you looked up from your lunch that Wednesday afternoon to see Yumiko swinging her hair over her shoulder, hands folded behind her back, smiling down at him. Kei smiled back, because of course he’s a sweetheart, but you were too busy trying to decide who you wanted to strangle first.
“Hi Yumiko.” Your gaze tracked over her shoulder to the rest of the group of girls who’d been tormenting you on and off through primary school, sitting at the other end of the crowded courtyard, watching all of you intently.
“So, I heard the volleyball team has the afternoon off, and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the movies? Just the two of us?” You were fucking seething, you opened your mouth to retort, but you felt an arm loop around your shoulder, and the now-familiar sensation of his scruff scraped across your forehead.
“I’m flattered, but I’m not interested. Ber and I have a ramen date later.”
“Oh. Date. Oh. So. Wow, so…the two of you are—”
“Together?” He interrupted, smiling.
“Like together together,” you add.
“Yes,” he finishes. “We are.”
“But I thought…” Yumiko’s gaze finally cuts over at you. “Didn’t you say…”
“It’s recent,” Kei shrugged; fuck, the way he’d squinted in the sun with that little half-smile on his lips must’ve really twisted the knife deeper. “So yeah. She finally came to her senses.”
“Shut up,” you laughed.
“Oh,” Yumiko faltered, then offered a conciliatory grimace. “That’s…nice. Okay, nevermind. Anyway.” She turned on her heel, storming off.
“Hey,” he whispered; you turned your head and met Kei’s eyes, as he stared down at you with that look that warmed you down to your toes. “Kiss me.”
“The point’s been made, Kei,” you murmured, reaching up to smooth his eyebrows down. “We don’t have to do PDA.”
“The point’s been made to them,” his thumb brushed along your bicep as he tugs you closer, his head tilting to Yumiko and her friends still staring holes through you. “It’s my turn now. I don’t want anyone looking at you like they can get you when you’re mine. And anyway, you look so pretty, I can’t not kiss you.”
“I’d say as long as I’m alive, but even if I’m dead or whatever, the store’s still in the family and my family loves you. So you’re good to stay upstairs as long as you need. And if you don’t want to stay up here, we’ll call your aunt on our way down and we can store your stuff while you look. Speaking of, are you taking off work for this, because that’s probabl…hey. You okay?”
You miss his buzzcut. It was a fucking good look on him, but you really love this color and length on him, primarily because he’s a pretty blonde, and it’s so much easier than grabbing the sides of his face to kiss him like you used to. Now, you fist a hand in the back of his head, sinking your fingers into silky hair, and pull his face to yours.
His lips are still so soft. They’re a little dry and cold from the evening chill, but it’s worth it when he gasps against you, his tongue slips against yours, and you melt into his arms wrapping around you a split second later.
It’s different. Not in a bad way. The way the two of you used to kiss was su-fucking-perb for sure, but always felt so rushed and hasty; you were always between things when you were together - trying to snatch time whenever and wherever you could. Saturdays were usually good, but even then, most of the time you only had the mornings before the two of you would go with Granddad Ikkei to coach younger kids. You can’t count how many times the two of you volunteered to hang back and close the school gym up after practice, the corners of this town you’d find for him to park his car, just so you could fuck and not worry about haste.
But this? God. This is what the luxury of time and getting older got you. His hand slides around your neck, stroking along your jaw, and back toward your ear, and pulls you closer, huffing a laugh into your mouth when you gasp again and squirm against his chest. His hand scoots under your hoodie, underneath your shirt, palm pressing along the base of your spine, fingers spreading across your back.
“Fuck,” he exhales, breaking away from your mouth. His eyes open and lock onto you, flitting down to take in your lips. “Where did that come from?”
“You looked so pretty,” you pant. Kei’s breath catches in his throat, “I couldn’t not kiss you.”
“You’re so fucking annoying,” he grits out, dragging your mouth back down to his.
He can’t even remember what he was talking about. It was important, but like history dictates, like always, the moment your lips met his, all that shit went out the fuckin’ window. He’s got a handful of your hair, his mouth against the dip where your collarbone and shoulder meet, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his fingers digging past the waistband of your shorts, nails scraping on the the raw edge of those underwear that left so fucking little to the imagination—
And when you’re moaning so sweetly for him, just like you used to but better, weak and whimpery and needy and fuck you’re in public, you’re in fucking public—
“We can’t do this here,” he breathes.
“Please, Kei,” you’ve got your fist bunched up in the back of his jacket, the way you’re grinding against him is making his brain fuzzy and his dick painfully hard, and he’s still pissed at you, and himself. You, for spoiling the six years the two of you could’ve spent doing exactly this, and himself, for wanting to escalate and fuck you on his trunk as if 1. you’re 17 again and not still on school property, and 2. you don’t have all the time in the world now.
He snarls against your mouth, and licks into it, shivering against you when you moan into him, and he grips the sides of your face, tilting your head away from his to meet his eyes.
“We cannot,” he whispers, then licks across the cupid’s bow of your lips, before finishing, “do this here.” He can see it in your eyes, how the glaze fades to mistiness, and you nod, your tongue darting across where his just was a moment ago. “Understand?”
“Yes, Kei,” you murmur. Fuck, you look so good like this, he missed it so much, just so fucking needy—
“Are you gonna wait?” You used to get shy on him when you were like this; he thinks it may be the desperation of it. You’ve never liked admitting your vulnerability under any circumstances, so having to verbally say what you want when you’re in shambles like this…he’ll be nice. When you nod, he smiles. “Do you promise?”
“Mhm,” you hum. His thumb brushes along your bottom lip, and fuck, he can’t resist, his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you in again. The whine in the back of your throat makes him groan, and he breaks away from you again, chewing his bottom lip, pressing your foreheads together, the two of you gasping softly for air. 
“Get in the car,” he whispers.
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