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Little Miss Loser

Chapter 1 - The Family Next door

Warnings: none

Author's Note: I won't even pretend this isn't a self-indulgent piece for me to express my love for Paul Dano's role as Dwayne Hoover in Little Miss Sunshine. I do hope that anyone who comes across this enjoys it though!

Summary: What could possibly go wrong when Dwayne's best friend and next-door neighbor gets invited on a road trip with the Hoover family for the weekend?

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Summer in Albuquerque, New Mexico was always blazing hot and boring as hell. It helped at least that you weren’t spending your summer vacation alone. You had been lucky enough to befriend the dark-haired quiet boy next door after you had first moved in and after that you wound up spending most of your time at his house. You had quickly discovered that the Hoover family was odd, but you couldn’t really say your family was a good example of normality so it didn’t really bother you. In fact you thrived off the energy in the Hoover household. You loved the constant noise buzzing throughout the home and the way the family welcomed you in with open arms. Most of all you loved the quiet duality that Dwayne Hoover provided in the chaos of his family. Many had been shocked to see how you wormed your way into Dwayne's life and became his best (and only) friend. Dwayne was the silent loner type who preferred the company of his books and his music above all else. While you were chatty and wild and constantly making jokes to fill the noise. Often people would tell you how you were simply too loud and too wild when really you knew they meant to say you were too much. But despite his prickly nature Dwayne never seemed to grow tired of you and you were grateful for that.

So it really wasn’t all that odd for you to be spending yet another day sprawled out across Dwayne’s twin mattress, mindlessly doodling in one of Dwayne’s spiral notebooks while he sat across the room doing sit ups on the floor. Occasionally you would glance down at him, making faces to get him to lose focus and giggling when he would huff in frustration and resituate himself so he couldn’t see you. Most kids your age were running around going on adventures while you were perfectly content  lazing about fulfilling your role as Dwayne’s most annoying distraction (It was your number one job as his best friend and only friend)

You looked up from your doodles and watched as Dwayne shuffled across the room towards the homemade calendar he had hung up a few months ago. Reading the messy handwriting at the top of the calendar that read ‘ENLISTMENT’ you smiled as he moved his finger down the rows of boxes, about a third of which are filled in already, and carefully took a permanent marker to fill in another box in a row that was half finished. He stares for a moment at the calendar and then at his own reflection in the mirror to his right. You toss a crumpled up piece of paper at him to gain his attention, grinning when he turns to face you. Shuffling to sit up on the bed you turn the notebook you had been doodling in so he can see your work. He moves closer, squinting for a moment at the paper before looking back up at your face clearly a bit confused. You huff and point at the paper with the pen you had been using.

“It's you, you dumbass.” you tell him, grinning when he gives you an unamused look, “Can’t you tell?” you tease as you look down at the paper once more to look at the terribly drawn stick figure version of Dwayne sitting atop an equally as terrible depiction of an airplane that you had worked very hard on. He rolls his eyes and shoves you slightly to make room for him to sit next to you before swiping the notebook out of your hands and flipping the page to write out his response to your drawing.

“Thats fucking terrible.” the note reads when he finally shows it to you. You snort, playfully slapping his arm and stealing the notebook from him again.

“Don’t be a dick.” you tell him, hugging the notebook to your chest, “You’re just jealous of my artistic ability.” He rolls his eyes again but you can see the faintest smile hidden behind his usual flat expression. He shuffles around on the bed, laying back against his pillows and swinging his legs out to rest on your knees. You don’t even bother to shove his legs off of you as he makes himself comfortable and pulls a book off of his night stand.

“Are you rereading that Neitczhe book again?” you ask him as you turn to an empty page in the notebook. He nods, opening the book to read quietly while you continue doodling mindlessly and you hum in approval. He had read that book so many times you had lost count and you found it endearing how much he seemed to still enjoy it even now.

After a while you hear the front door opening and his mom shouting in the front hall but neither of you move to get up or even really acknowledge her arrival until she pushes his bedroom door open.

“Dwayne sweetie, Uncle Frank is here.” Mrs. Hoover says softly, before glancing over at you momentarily shocked by your presence. Standing next to her is a dark haired man with an unshaven face and wearing all white. The man, who you assume is Dwayne’s Uncle Frank, looks decidedly unhappy to be here. Dwayne had told you a few days before that his Uncle Frank who he hadn’t seen in several years would be coming to stay with them. You didn’t know the details and you didn’t pry any further assuming it was one of those things the family didn’t want people knowing about.

“Oh shoot! (y/n) I completely forgot you were coming over for dinner.” she frowns clearly a bit annoyed with herself and you shake your head smiling softly.

“Its alright Mrs. Hoover, I can always go home if it's too much trouble.” You offer, noticing the way Dwayne visibly looks dejected at the thought of you going home early

Sheryl shakes her head, “No no, sweetie you know I love having you over!” she pauses to look at her brother for a moment, offering him a small smile, “(y/n) this is my brother Frank, Frank this is Dwayne’s friend and our neighbor (y/n)” You give him a polite smile and wave which he awkwardly returns, shoving his hand back down to his side when your eyes fall to the bandages around his wrists. You don't say a word about it, you just offer him another smile before shuffling to shove Dwayne’s legs off your lap.

“Come on Dwayne lets go set up Dinner.” you say, earning a smile from Sheryl as you carefully shuffle past the two adults, tugging Dwayne along behind you. After a few moments Sheryl comes into the dining room, instructing Dwayne to run out and grab the dinner she had picked up from the car before she gives you a pat on the shoulder and thanks you for being so helpful. Frank shuffles into the main area of the house and under Sheryl’s instruction sits at the dinner table, next to Dwayne’s usual spot at the table. Once you and Dwayne have finished setting the table you both take a seat along with him. Richard, Dwayne’s step dad enters the room briefly sitting down next to Frank before awkwardly getting up after asking Frank how he had been doing. You have to stifle a laugh at the uncomfortable silence that fills the room with Richard's awkward attempt at small talk with his brother in law. Surprisingly its Frank who fills the silence before you can even think of something dumb to say.

“So Dwayne, who do you hang out with?” Frank asked, clearly trying to fill the awkward silence. You looked up across the table with a little grin tugging on your lips as you watched Dwayne look at his uncle with a bored expression.

“What, you don’t have any friends? No girlfriend?” Frank pressed further, only receiving a sigh from Dwayne as he continued to stare at his uncle. You watched as Dwayne shuffled to grab his little notepad and pen, quickly scrawling an answer out to his uncle.

“Everyone? Even your family?” Frank asked and Dwayne only answered by underlining something on his paper. Leaning over the table quickly to see the paper you rolled your eyes reading the words ‘I hate Everyone’ in Dwayne’s quick handwriting. You snorted, kicking Dwayne under the table, earning you a disgruntled huff and a quick glare from your best friend. Frank looked up at you, smiling when you stuck your tongue out at Dwayne.

“I take it your friend here is the exception?” Frank laughed and you grinned cheekily as Dwayne rolled his eyes and shrugged trying to remain as nonchalant as possible.

“If i’m not the exception I’ll be needing that best friend bracelet I made you back.” you teased earning a snort from Frank and a glare from Dwayne who quickly moved to cover the yellow bracelet tied carefully around his left wrist. Looking around for a moment to check his mom wasn’t looking he flipped you the middle finger which only made you cackle and grin at him.

Frank laughed with you, much to Dwayne’s annoyance, “I take it you two have been friends for a while?” he asked and you nodded with a wide grin when Dwayne tried to kick you back under the table.

It was Sheryl that answered his question finally, “These two have been inseparable since she moved in next door a few years ago.” she grinned, moving behind you to wrap an arm around your shoulder to give you a quick hug, “I imagine you’ll see a lot of her while you’re staying with us Frank.” You laughed and hugged her back, watching out of the corner of your eye as Dwayne gave you a teasing smile and you stuck your tongue out at him.

Frank nods, “So I couldn’t help but notice, Dwayne has stopped talking.”  Dwayne barely reacts to his own name being said and instead glances over at you as his mom takes her seat at the head of the table with Richard seated once again on the other end.

Sheryl laughs softly, “Oh! He’s taken a vow of silence.” she explains, reaching over to put salad onto her plate.

Frank looks both confused and a bit amused at her answer and looks at Dwayne for a moment, “You’ve taken a vow of silence?”

Dwayne nods and Sheryl reaches over to pat him on the shoulder with a smile, “He’s going to join the Naval Academy to become a fighter pilot. He’s taken a vow of silence until he reaches that goal.” You can see the slightest impression of small smile on Dwayne’s face hearing his mom talk about his goal with such pride.

Frank’s eyes widen as he speaks, “You’re kidding?” Sheryl shakes her head and smiles while you laugh, bringing Frank’s attention towards you momentarily.

“He's gonna be a kickass pilot.” You say as you glance at Dwayne, a grin plastered to your face as his cheeks go a bit red. Sheryl rolls her eyes at your use of curse words but doesn’t scold you.It takes another few moments for the rest of the family slowly joins you all at the table, Olive excitedly squealing when she notices you and Frank at the table already. Dinner with the Hoovers  was always something of a spectacle and you absolutely adored it. You sat across from Dwayne, next to Olive, who excitedly chattered next to you. You weren’t really sure what she was even talking about at this point but you did your best to nod along. You could see Dwayne watching you from across the table, a little smile playing at his lips. As much as he pretended to hate his entire family it was clear he loved his sister. You had never had any siblings, you were an only child and neither your aunt nor your uncles had children, you were quite literally the only hell your family had ever raised. So you were thrilled to have Olive clinging to you everytime you came over, giggling when Dwayne would get all huffy and pull Olive off of you to send her off to keep practicing her dance routine in the basement. You would tease him endlessly about being jealous of a 7 year old and he would shove you off of his bed and toss a book at you to get you to shut up but you could always see the slight flush to his cheeks and the nervous smile on his lips and it would make your heart flutter.

Talk of Frank’s attempted suicide made you feel a little bit like an intruder but it was clear Frank seemed almost entertained by the way Richard tried desperately to avoid the subject. You had always loved mocking Richard behind his back, often making it very difficult for Dwayne to keep from laughing aloud and it seemed that with Frank’s arrival in the home you would have another partner in crimes against Richard.

“Is he always like this?” Frank muttered to Dwayne, who only nodded and rolled his eyes.

“How do you stand it?” Frank asked again and Dwayne shrugged, turning back to his food and casting a quick glance towards you.

“I usually just make fun of him when he’s not looking. Its honestly kind of therapeutic”you joke quietly when the rest of the table is seemingly distracted by Richard’s usual ‘how to be a winner’ speech. Frank looked up at you now and smiled almost immediately. You tossed a  glance at Richard to endure; he was still busy talking before you began your usual routine of silently mimicking until both Dwayne and Frank were visibly trying not to laugh. Out of the corner of your eye you could even see Sheryl fighting a smile when she noticed what you were doing. The scratch of Dwayne’s pen against his notepad makes you look over at him for a moment, watching as he slowly points the notepad at you to read. There are no words on the paper, just a very messily drawn smiley face and it makes you laugh when he gives you a thumbs up and a very small smile of his own.

Dinner proceeds as usual after that, up until Sheryl receives the news that Olive has a place in the Little Miss Sunshine Pageant in California as you find yourself rather entertained by Olive frantically running around the house gathering her things.

“I WON! I WON! I WON!” she squealed, tapping your shoulder frantically.

You nod and ruffle her hair, “I know kiddo I heard.” With a grin she resumes her excited rambling, bounding back and forth around the house. Frank seems almost as amused as you do, though it's clear he isn’t as used to the craziness of the Hoover Household as you are and Dwayne looks positively bored, shrugging his shoulders at you when you glance over at him.

You felt a bit like you were watching a family comedy show watching as the Hoover family talked amongst themselves trying to figure out how they could possibly get Olive to her Little Miss Sunshine competition in California. You had known the family long enough to be rather used to their dysfunctional nature and it felt like home to you at this point. It was especially entertaining to watch Dwayne get roped into family activities, though you knew if he did end up going on a weekend trip you would be incredibly bored with him. It didn’t stop you from finding the helpless look he sent you to be incredibly hilarious. You shrugged and offered a pathetic attempt at an apologetic smile as you pulled a popsicle from the box Sheryl had placed on the table for dessert. Dwayne crosses his arms and shakes his head stubbornly and looking defeated and annoyed as Frank gives an exasperated agreement to go on the trip

He huffs and you can hear the familiar sound of his pen against paper. You watch as Frank leans over his shoulder slightly, reading aloud as Dwayne writes “This…is… unfair… all…i…ask…is…that…you…leave…me…alone…” Dwayne lets his pen fall back down on his notebook and leans back into his chair, arms crossed and face screwed up into a scowl. Sheryl sighs and turns around with her back facing the rest of the family, one hand massaging the bridge of her nose as she tries to come up with a way to convince Dwayne. You knew Dwayne would honestly crumble in seconds if his sister begged him to go on the trip but you kept that to yourself as you watched the scene unfold. Dwayne was stubborn until the end and you loved that about him. When you had first met upon moving to Albuquerque some four to five years ago it had taken you months to get him to say one word to you. Even before he took his vow of silence Dwayne had been a loner and he seemed content to continue living that way. But you were nearly as stubborn as he was and refused to give up on the quiet dark haired boy who lived next door. In the end you had wormed your way into his life before he even realized it was happening and as much as he teased you about being annoying and loud, you knew he was glad to have at least one friend and you were more than happy to fill that role.

“Dwayne,”  Sheryl said finally, “I will give you permission for flight school if you do this.” you watched as Dwayne shifted slightly and seemed to weigh his options, “And…. we can invite (y/n) with us.” This seemed to catch Dwayne's interest almost as quickly as it caught yours. At first you had been happily watching this entire scenario from the sidelines but now you were being pulled into the fold. You shot Mrs. Hoover a confused glance and she waved you off as if to tell you not to worry about it. It shouldn’t have been shocking really, you spent most days with the Hoover family anyways and your parents were usually all too pleased to pass you along to the family next door so it wasn’t hard to imagine them giving you permission to go on the trip.

Richard seemed just as confused as you did as he stared at his wife with a look of disapproval, “Sheryl–” You could already hear his usual argument about how dangerous it was to encourage a young man like Dwayne to spend so much time alone with a girl and it had you rolling your eyes instantly.

Mrs. Hoover was well practiced in shutting Richard’s nonsense down and shot him a glare, “Richard.” she said firmly, hands already resting on her hips to show she was in no mood to hear his argument. You couldn’t stop from smiling a little at the way Richard hung his head in defeat, crossing his arms like a child who had just been told no. There was something so entertaining about watching Sheryl put Richard in his place. You turn your attention back to Dwayne who is already looking at you as if to ask you what he should do. You shrug and smile, which seems to be enough for him as he sighs and moves to shake his mom's hand to solidify the deal. Everyone rejoices and you give Dwayne a grin as his mom gives him a tight hug making him roll his eyes.

He picks his pen up again and begins to write, while Frank leans over to read it aloud, “But… Im… Not… Going… To… Have…. Any…Fun…” You laugh and Dwayne gives you a dirty look as if telling you to shut up but you can see the little smile hidden carefully behind his bored expression.

The rest of the night went by quickly, you helped Dwayne clean up dinner while Sheryl called your parents to make sure it was alright that you joined them on their trip (it didn’t take much for your parents to agree to the idea much to Sheryl’s relief), and afterwards you spent another hour or two with Dwayne helping him pack until finally you figured it was time to head on home so you could pack as well. Dwayne walked you home as he usually did despite your attempts to remind him that your house was barely a few feet away from his. Nonetheless you thanked him as the two of you stood at your front door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you said, only receiving a quiet nod from him in response. You smiled and pulled him into a hug which he didn’t even try to escape. You had been friends for long enough for him to know better than to stop you from hugging him and as much as he pretended to hate it he always seemed to lean into your touch, nose brushing against your neck as his arms curled around your waist. You smiled into his shirt, pulling him a little closer before finally letting him go.

You watch him through the window as he crosses your yard into his own and rounds the side of his house to his front door and disappears from sight. You can hear your mother in the kitchen and you move as quietly as you can towards your room hoping to avoid her so you can just pack for the trip and go to bed. Blessedly she seems to be distracted on the phone and you are left to your own devices for at least an hour before she comes knocking on your door. The conversation is short and you can tell she’s in a shitty mood but you can’t bring yourself to really care as you continue packing your little brown duffel bag, only half listening to her remind you to thank the Hoovers for their generosity.

“And I don’t want you alone with that Dwayne boy the whole time.” she tells you firmly, “You hear me?” she huffs when you don't respond immediately. You sigh and look over at her as she leans against your door frame waiting for your reply.

“Yea mom I heard you.” you say quietly, rolling your eyes when she looks away from you for a moment.

“I’m serious (Y/N)” she says a bit louder as if you would magically feel inclined to give a shit about what she thought about Dwayne. You zip your duffel bag with a huff and toss it to the ground next to your bed before you look back at her.

“I know mom.” you tell her, “I’ll be trapped in a car with the whole family most of the time anyways.” you remind her as if to give her the impression that you are actually going to listen to her warnings. She nods, seemingly appeased by your reply.

“I gotta go to bed, I’m supposed to be ready to go early tomorrow.” you say, shuffling off of your bed to grab the shorts and tshirt you usually slept in. She nods wordlessly and moves to give you a side hug. It offers no warmth or comfort. It's a formality. You shuffle back and move to shut your door before she can say another word, “Night mom.”

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•─── ୨୧─Friendly Connection

Characters: Aiku Oliver x fem! reader

Genre/Tags: Unrequited Love 💔

Summary: Oliver keeps you as a good friend.

Staring outside your window, you admire how the raindrops fall and hit the ground quickly, making round shapes like donuts, as you worded them, and then create scattered small pools within each other. It must be nice if rain were a person, you randomly think after sitting and letting your mind go blank for a while, enjoying a peaceful night.

The sound of your phone ringing makes you jolt. When you see the name on your phone screen, it appears to be Oliver, the guy you've been crushing on for about 6 months now. "Hello?" You are always excited every time he calls you and softly greet him.

"Hey, Y/n. Are you busy right now?"

You quickly shake your head, as if he could see you. You scoff, thinking how silly you are at this point. You like him, okay, be cool, you tell yourself. "No, I'm not b—"

"Can I come over to your place?" He beats you to finishing your answer. Frankly, you're kind of annoyed with how he speaks to you now, but when you hear his voice, worries take over your feelings. His voice sounds harsh and bitter. You look at the clock; it's midnight. Something must have happened to him. You hope your parents are already asleep right now. "Sure, but it's raining outside. Safe drive, kay." He mutters something like "Okay" and hangs up the call.

Not much later, you hear someone knocking on your window. You get up and walk over to see Oliver standing on the other side of your room. You open the window for him as he easily jumps inside.

Noticing that you just reorganized your room, he says he loves what you did with your old CD stacks. Instead of letting them build a tower in the corner of your room, you've hung them on your wall in a distinctively odd pattern like a lamppost.

"Quirky," he says, but truthfully, you just arranged them that way because they kind of look like his initials put together—O and L standing mighty and tall within your reach.

You watch how his jacket really irritates you because it drips water everywhere. "Oliver please take off your jacket, it's soaking wet." He sheepishly utters sorry and puts his jacket away, now getting comfortable on your bed.

Pleased that you won't sleep on a damp bed tonight, you get on your bed, sitting beside him, leaning back, and ask him what happened. "The team will have a match against Blue Lock," he says in such a hostile tone, reflecting how he detests the idea.

"You mean the experiment team of JFU?" Shockingly, the so-called Blue Lock is shaking the entire country since the JFU announced its existence. The promise of young talent selected and trained to pursue becoming the ideal best striker in the whole world is big news. But the last time you heard from the news, the training method JFU used mostly got a bad reaction from people, mainly from the parents whose kids got disqualified or locked off of the facility, so you thought they'd cancel the program. Turns out their PR team is good at convincing people.

"Yeah. And the coach said we need to crush them. Or else they will take our positions in Japan's U-19." He continues to loathe all the people behind this who called it a friendly match. "For a bigger cause," as they excuse it.

"What? Is this a bet or something? That is so wrong."

"I don't know much either. All I know is the coach said that to me, and I need to make it happen. They're even adding Itoshi Sae to the team and the cockroach guy from Blue Lock. Now that doesn't help anything—it only messes up the team's dynamic." You listen to his explanation and are more shocked by the details.

It sounds like a sick game to you. If Oliver and his team win, Blue Lock would be destroyed, and their dream would be gone. And if Oliver and his team are defeated, they're the ones who will crumble after losing their place at U-20.

Oliver being the captain doesn't make it easier because the title doesn't exist just for a fill-in position or admiration, but represents hard work and great responsibility. Not knowing how you can help him directly, you can only lend him your ear to let out his troubling thoughts. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Have you tried negotiating the terms?"

Oliver shakes his head. "I tried, but it's a final decision. The match will be held 3 weeks from now." You silently listen while gently rubbing his hair, hoping it could lessen the tension, even just a little. 

Hearing the inevitability coming so soon, you hold his hand closely. "You can win this. It's a hell of a lot of pressure, but I know you and your team are so strong. Being called Japan's U-20 by the world is solid proof." Oliver lets out a good laugh. It fills the room for a while until quiet takes its place.

You watch him as his eyes wrinkle into siren-hunter mode so beautifully that you've always adored when he laughs. His grown facial hair gives his face a more mature look that makes him appear 10 years older, but you love it anyway. He opens his eyes, and you meet with the most captivating green and purple shades that snare you over and over again.

"Thanks for believing in me, Y/n." His voice sounds low after a short time of silence, almost like mumbling, but it doesn't escape your ears.

Happy that he looks better, your heart feels light knowing your crush has gotten back on his feet and regained his spirit. Then you see him abruptly get his jacket and look outside.

Why is he checking the weather?

"You're not staying the night?" you ask, waiting for his answer. Normally, he would stay at least until dawn whenever he visited you.

He groans at your question. He checks his phone and answers, "Maybe next time. I need to go somewhere." You can't help but glance at his phone and see that his text says he'll "be there" to someone named Koyuki.

Oh... It's a girl, you realize when you see her profile picture. Your first thought looking at her is that she's so pretty. Then realization comes to you, knowing where he'll stay for the night. "Thanks for being good friends, Y/n."

You know you should stop. You need to stop being convenient for him only so he can treat you as he deems fitting. You should stop so the universe can stop mocking your in-between situation now.

You know you should—"Sure thing."

He kisses the top of your head when he's ready to leave. "See you tomorrow."

You just watch him leave and run straight to his parked car. As he honks at you despite it being the dead of night, watching how he turns to other girls for a romantic connection, you grasp the situation you're in, "I'm screwed."

End.

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Look at what I made for my man🤭🎀🫶🏻

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Beginning of the End

pairing: Suna Rintarou x F!Reader

angst to fluff

WC: 3.1k

synopsis: when Suna begins to spend more time with his close friends, including his new sickeningly sweet manager, you start to wonder if you’re not as important to him as you thought.

content/warnings: neglect, mentions of beating up (no one gets beat up), jealousy, insecurity, no use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything!

you make your way towards the gymnasium with a giddy smile as you hum the lyrics to Apple Cider. it’s a boring Thursday afternoon, and while you had the option of going home immediately, you figured you’d stop by Rintarou’s volleyball practice. after all, you’d baked some brownies and thought it would be a fun surprise for the boys.

you peek your head through the door to ensure no volleyballs are going to attack you, before slipping in and running towards the benches. you notice Suna spot you with his intense stare, and you give him a smile paired with a wave in response. he waves back before focusing on the rest of his practice.

you manage to get some work done throughout the hour, not disturbing the team as you know how serious the sport is to them. by the time you’ve finished your homework, they’ve begun to pack up and head to the locker room.

Atsumu, however, wipes his sweat with a towel before walking towards you.

“Hey, [Name], how are ya doin'?” he asks you with a crooked grin.

you finish zipping up your backpack before looking up, “I’m doing okay! Just waiting for Rin.”

he nods understandingly as the rest of the boys walk out, dressed in fresh clothes and looking much less… stinky. Rintarou eyes you and Atsumu as he lazily stalks over, draping an arm over you and pulling you close.

he bends down and kisses your temple, “Hey, baby. What’re you doing here?”

you pause, looking up at him unsure as you are aware of the presence of his team members. “I was waiting for you. I was thinking we could go back home together and watch a movie?”

he lifts his arm to rub the back of his neck. “Sorry, today the team is going out for dinner. Maybe tomorrow?”

you ignore the pinch in your heart at the lack of an invitation, but you justify it as it is a team dinner. and make no mistake, no matter how close you were, you were not part of his team.

“Oh, okay.” you murmur with an awkward smile. you look towards Osamu who stands off to the side, “Hey, ‘Samu, I made my brownies again since you all loved them so much. Here.”

you reach out to give them to him as he rips open the lid and stares at it with heart-eyes. he looks back to you, “Thank ya so much [Name], ya sure ya don’t wanna dump Sunarin for me? I could eat these for the rest of ma life.”

Suna immediately wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest as he glowers at Osamu. you giggle as Osamu merely raises his hands in mock surrender. the rest of the team digs in, including Atsumu who you notice still hasn’t changed. but that was none of your business.

what was your business, was the pouty messy haired boy in front of you who looked like a sad puppy.

“Hey. Where’s mine?”

you smile fondly, before unzipping your backpack and pulling out a neatly wrapped bag of brownies. they were decorated with caramel drizzle and mini sprinkle hearts.

Suna lights up at the sight, gently grabbing it from your hand and kissing the side of your face. “Thanks.” he whispers, causing you to shiver at the low tone.

“Should you all be eating brownies when nationals is just around the corner? I thought you’d be more strict about this, Kita-san.” a gentle voice comes from behind. you look over and find their manager, Akira, as she frowns at the team.

Kita looks thoroughly scolded as he stares at the brownie in his hand, his cheeks puffed out as he stops chewing.

your brows furrow as you notice everyone stop eating. you force a smile, “I thought it would be fine since it’s been months since I gave it to them.”

Atsumu nods as he finishes chewing, licking his fingers once he’s done. “Yeah, don’t worry about it Akira, yer new so ya don’t know this, but [Name] always bakes for us. It doesn’t hurt to have somethin’ sweet once in a while.”

she sighs, a dimpled smile coming onto her face, “I suppose you’re right, Atsumu. Well, when are we leaving?”

your face drops at the we. who is we, you begin to wonder. the team? her? everyone here but you? you clench your fist as you inhale quietly. you turn to Suna with a smile.

“I’m gonna head home before it gets darker, have fun at your dinner.” you kiss his cheek before placing your bag over your shoulder and leaving, uncaring of the fact that your exit was not the nicest.

perhaps this was the beginning of the end of your and Suna’s relationship. looking back, you should’ve noticed something was wrong. but what were you to do, other than ride the catastrophic wave as a rookie surfer.

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things began to go downhill from there. slowly, but surely, you were losing Rintarou. it went from team dinners, to team hangouts, to spending lunch breaks with the team. it was the team, team, team, and team. and a quick glance at Atsumu’s Instagram let you know that Akira was included in every team plan.

that didn’t mean you didn’t try. because if there’s anything you ever did, it was try your best.

“Hey, Rin! Let’s get dinner on Saturday?”

he looks at you with a guilty smile, kissing your lips gently. you part, dazed, but he lets you down with his next words. “Sorry, team dinner again. Maybe next week?”

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“Rinnie, was thinking of seeing the new Barbie movie with you. Wanna go on Friday?” you ask with hopeful eyes. the Barbie movie was gaining so much popularity lately, it was hard to go about your days without seeing spoilers.

he pauses, before running a hand through his messy dark hair, “Sorry, babe. The team already asked me to go with them. I can rewatch it with you some other time though?”

“No need,” you shake your head with a wry smile.

“Have fun, Rin.”

you end up going to the theatres alone and shoving popcorn in your mouth every time the couples next to you giggle.

the last straw was when he flaked on your usual Thursday lunch break meetup. the two of you would sit on the rooftop together and enjoy picking at each others food. it would often end in you being cuddled into his chest, enjoying the soft kisses down your neck.

the past few weeks, he hadn’t been present at all. he was physically there, but his mind was somewhere else. he’d be on his phone texting the team group chat you were obviously not in, and it was getting ridiculous. so when he fails to show up this week, you begin to wonder how much more of this you’ll put up with.

he doesn’t text you back for the rest of the day, and while you wish you could say you were angry, you were more so disappointed. was expecting him to prioritize you asking for too much? was it unreasonable to want to be chosen first? was love meant to hurt this much?

you make your way to the gymnasium once again after class. your face that once held a happy smile is replaced with a blank look, as you are unable to force yourself to look something you do not feel.

you walk in without a care of the volleyballs being thrown across the room, but you stop when you spot Akira, dimpled brown-haired Akira, who is in your Rintarou’s sweater. the sleeves fall below her hands, and the sweater paws look horrifically adorable. she smiles as she talks with the team, handing their water bottles to them. you wonder if you are imagining the glint in her eyes as she hands Rintarou his, their fingers brushing lightly as she gives it to him.

“[Name]!” a loud voice calls. it snaps you out of your daze, but you wish it hadn’t. tears begin to build in your eyes, so you turn around and walk out. you quickly wipe them away, thankful that your eyes don’t get red easily as you continue walking.

but then you hear footsteps. someone’s running towards you. you know it’s Rintarou, but you can’t face him right now. you speed up your steps, but he catches up with you in no time and softly grabs your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

you rip your arm out harshly, frowning up at him.

he exhales, out of breath from practice and running. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you leave?”

he pauses, “Why do you look so upset?”

he moves closer to grab your face in his hands, but you take a step back, needing the space.

“Why… Why was she in your sweater, Rintarou?”

he frowns, eyes looking around as his mind scrambles to understand you. “Who? You mean Akira? She wasn’t feeling well during lunch so I gave her my sweater.”

your heart drops. so while you were waiting for him alone at the rooftop he was with her? your face twists; you aren’t sure what kind of expression you’re showing, but it must annoy Suna, as he scoffs quietly, sliding a hand over his face.

“You’re not upset over that, are you? Because I don’t remember you being so possessive like that.”

you bark out a sarcastic laugh, looking at him as you tilt your head, “Possessive? More like I’m fucking normal, Rintarou. With the way you’ve been neglecting me lately, this is just the cherry on top.”

you shake your head, ignoring his concerned eyes. “Go back to practice, Suna. I’m going home.”

you turn around, fully expecting to be pulled back, but nothing happens. you continue to walk, letting out a shaky exhale as you place your headphones on. tears slip out of your eyes as your vision begins to blur. you blink harshly, wondering why every situation seemed to leave you utterly alone.

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“She said something about Akira being in my sweater.” Suna dries his hair messily with the towel in his hands before leaving it draped on his neck.

Osamu shrugs, “Well, that’s a valid reason to be uncomfortable in my opinion.”

Aran nods in agreement beside him. “Yeah, you considered that maybe you pushed a boundary of hers?”

Suna frowns, trying to ignore the flashes in his head of your heartbroken face. his chest aches. he hates not being on good terms with you.

Atsumu comes out from the showers, stretching his arms as he yawns.

“How was yer lunch with her today? Did she seem upset earlier?”

Suna pauses at Atsumu’s words.

Lunch?

Today was…Thursday.

he stands, scrambling as he rummages through his bag for his phone. he quickly opens your contact and looks at your texts. he sighs with a heavy heart at what he sees. why didn’t he get your texts?

he checks to the settings, finding that he had your contact muted. he knows he could have never done that, so he traces his memory back to whoever had his phone. the only time he left his phone alone today was when he was with Akira in the nurses room.

putting the pieces together, he shuts off his phone and tosses it back into his bag.

“Fuck.”

-

Suna looks for you on Friday, but you manage to slip away every time he got close. he sat in your usual seat in class, only for you to sit up at the front close to the door. when class was over, you quickly packed your bags and was out before he could blink.

when he looked for you at lunch, he found you surrounded by your friends. you must’ve told them something, because the moment they saw him they glared before huddling closer to you as if to protect you. he rolls his eyes at the thought but is happy you have such caring friends.

he waits by your locker after school, crossing his arms and leaning on the cool metal. he has practice, but he has priorities. and perhaps he neglected you for the past three weeks, but he knows he can fix this. he can be better.

but when you don’t show up, he wonders what the point of being better is if you’re not there.

his eyes trace the lines in the concrete as he walks towards the gym. the rest of practice he’s off his game, with sloppy spikes and weak serves. sure, he gets told off by Kita but it’s not as bad as the pain of potentially losing you.

Akira walks up to him after practice. she taps his shoulder. “Hey, Suna. I was wondering if you wanted to visit the Illusion Cafe with me this weekend? I know you love sweets and I heard lots of good things!” she smiles sweetly, but all Suna can focus on is the sweater she is wearing. it’s his.

more importantly, it’s yours.

he frowns, “No. I’m gonna spend that time with my girlfriend.”

Akira’s expression drops into a slight scowl. his eyebrow twitches at the mere sight. why would she be angry that he’s spending time with his girlfriend?

“Oh…Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” she says with a tight lipped smile.

he looks back at the sweater before glancing at her face. “I won’t. Also, I’d like my sweater back sometime soon, thanks.”

her face reddens at his comment. she nods, embarrassed, before scurrying away.

Suna sighs, walking to the locker room and wondering how he was gonna get you to talk to him.

-

the team walks out of the gym, with Suna tuning their mindless rambling out. he stretches, finding his eyes seem heavier than usual. he hadn’t slept well last night, unused to you being angry with him that it left him so unsettled he couldn’t sleep.

“Oh, looks like the basketball team is also going home.”

it’s something insignificant. something Suna thought he’d look over at and forget the next second. but then he sees you.

you, with your arm wrapped around another guy’s arm. he’s tall, taller than Suna. muscular too, and his dark blue hair is captivating. Suna stops walking, causing the rest of the team to take a second glance at what he is looking at.

“Holy shit, is that [Name]? What’s she doin’ with those scrubs?” he distantly hears Atsumu say, but all is on his mind is he needs to get you away from that guy now. away from him and into his arms.

you’re laughing, happy for the first time in three weeks until you hear the rushed footsteps that are approaching you.

“[Name], let’s talk.” Suna demands. unfortunately for him, you’re not in the mood to talk anymore.

you unwrap your arm, looking at Suna directly. “No thanks. Maybe next time.” you quote his favourite line he’d used on you countless times recently. it seems he realizes, as his face crumples.

“Who’s this dolt?” the tall blue haired man asks, and Suna’s eyebrow twitches in irritation. who does this guy think he is?

you sigh, “Sorry, Aomine. This is my…boyfriend.”

Aomine’s brows raise. “Ah, my bad. Didn’t mean to get in the way.”

you shake your head, ignoring the other basketball members who surround you. “You’re not in the way, let’s go home, please.”

Suna walks in front of you, stopping you from moving. you exhale, exhausted from the long three weeks and wanting nothing more than to be in your bed.

“You want me to deal with him, [Name]?” Kagami asks from the side, sliding his sleeves up as Suna’s eyes widen.

a new voice comes from behind Suna, “Deal with him? Yer gonna havta deal with us too then.” Atsumu stands in front of Suna, eyes blazing with confidence. even Kita stands off to the side, seemingly ready to physically intervene. you want to laugh at the scene.

you shake your head at the almost comedic situation in front of you, before clapping your hands loudly. “Okay! That’s enough. Volleyball kids, go on your way. Basketball kids, also go on your way. Suna and I will talk as he walks me home.”

Suna’s eyes light up at your words, but you ignore his gaze. he wasn’t forgiven quite yet.

the rest of them begin to make their way out of the school grounds, except for Suna and Aomine. Aomine looks down at you, bending to your height, “You sure you don’t need me to do anything?”

you smile at his overprotectiveness, “No thanks, I got this. Thank you though, really.” he smiles and ruffles your hair, letting out a small ‘oof’ as you hug him tightly.

Suna stands off to the side, silently seething yet knowing he has no place to tell you what to do, especially not now.

Aomine leaves soon after, with a soft wave and a promise to beat Suna up if he tries anything funny. you glance at Suna who looks unsure and out of place.

“Let’s go?” you don’t wait for an answer and begin walking. you hear soft shuffling as he walks beside you and takes small glances that he thinks are discreet.

you arrive at a park near your house. you take a seat on the swings, Suna carefully doing the same. you wait for him to speak, as you’re all out of love and words to give at the moment.

“So… I think- No I know, I need to start this off by saying I’m sorry.” he stands, moving to position himself in front of you. he bends down, crouching to meet your gaze.

“I was very neglectful these last few weeks. I have no excuse, and I know I’ve hurt you.”

he slowly moves to grab your hand; you allow him, as he brings your limp hand to kiss the back. “I want you to know I made it clear to Akira that you’re my number one. You’re the one I always want, no matter what. I can’t even believe my dumbass made you doubt that.”

he shakes his head, looking down before glancing up. you notice tears building in his lash-line, causing you to sit up in alarm.

“I am seriously so fucking sorry for missing our lunch dates, dinners, and for giving her my sweater.”

you grab his face gently, wiping your thumbs beneath his eyes.

“I’ll burn the sweater, I swear.”

you roll your eyes, squishing his cheeks gently.

he grabs your arms, kissing your inner wrists softly as he looks up at you. “Will you give me a second chance? I promise I won’t fumble.”

the sweet moment is broken, then, as you scoff out a laugh. “You’re not going to fumble me, Rintarou.”

he smiles, cat-like eyes with a lazy grin. “Damn right. Gotta treat you like the princess you are.”

you pout, “Not a queen?”

he laughs, a deep raspy sound. he stands up and tilts his head down to kiss your nose.

“Princess, queen, anything. So long as you’re mine.”

EXTRA:

"So, who was that asshole earlier?"

you shove his shoulder gently, "He's not an asshole! He's my friend. Didn't you know I'm friends with the basketball team? I used to be their manager."

Rintarou scoffs, "Yeah, I knew that, just didn't know those guys were so close to my girl."

you look at him with a blank face.

"Right, and I was the one who was possessive. Sure."

he whines softly, low in his throat as he moves his face into your neck, "I said I was sorry!"

a/n: suna brainrot😵‍💫

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Omg I’d love a Nagi POV for Regrets 🥹 Only if you’d love to do it though!

author note: I'm sorry, it look so long T^T but at last, here it is! i hope it doesn't disappoint :<

☆ p.s: i got another great plot idea but I'm worried I can't execute it properly but i'll try my best. hint: it's about itoshi brothers wink wink.

♡ for new readers, before you read this, make sure you read the main part!

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We lost. I lost? Me?

I could feel my hot blood running through my vines as I collapsed, my hand fisting the grass my fingers dig into the dirt trying to hold onto something to keep my sanity from slipping away, as the whistle screech out signaling the game was over in our opponents’ victory, ending it with a close call of 3-4. What’s more regrettable and got me feeling like shit is that I was going to propose to her on the interview I was suppose to go on after I win this match. I could finally gather up my courage to do troublesome thing like that, just for her.

I was suppose to win the match, coach said that team was the easiest target, I almost got another goal in and we’d get to do penalty kicks and we’d smash them up then. So what went wrong?

My forehead was facing downward to the grass field as tears surge out of my eyes in frustration. Seriously, what the fuck went wrong? How did I lose? I could taste the bitter metal flavor as my bottom lip was bleeding from my front teeth sinking on it too hard.

I was so stuck on the idea that I was the best, I was unbeatable, the prodigy, the most promising player of the next generation of world class player. Nothing could’ve gone in my way. Nothing should’ve gone wrong when I’m on the field.

“come on man, coach said to gather everyone up” I got snapped out of my hellish thought reo’s voice rings into my ears. I took one deep breathe as my eyes suckle back up the tears. I got on my feet in slow motion and walks to the meeting in the locker room.

As expected, coach was furious. Silence fell as I walk into the room along with Reo when coach was just yelling. The silence and stares were suffocating, it was as the gazes were yelling, ‘it’s your fault’ ‘you were supposed to be the one who got us through dilemmas’ ‘the prodigy lost his touch?’

I couldn’t do anything but bite the inside of my mouth and get seated. After a few more minutes of silence, the coach clears his throat, “what’s up with you, nagi?” my stomach drops upon hearing the question , what’s up with me?, nothing is ever wrong with me so how am I suppose to answer this.

Another suffocating silence as no response were given from me as I kept staring at the tiles floor, the coach lets out a big disappointing sigh, he paces back and forth for a while in the room before he announces, “cancel any prior engagement or schedule, we’re staying here for a month for special training” with that, he storms out of the locker room shaking his head furiously.

Murmurs of complaints, groan and sighs were pour out as soon as the coach steps out, “only if someone had done their job properly” a benched player spoke out loudly in spite. “I know right, that’s why you shouldn’t have love to interfere with career” another spiteful comment follows. “what’s your career? Warming up the bench?” Reo hisses back to them as I kept my mouth shut, my eyes still glued on floor.

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The special training and my pride getting smashed was the least of my worries right now but I couldn’t bring myself to open her message, I wanted to text her, “I won” to her good luck text, how can I face her now? My hand clenches my phone hardly as my head hangs down.

I know she wouldn’t eat me alive, nor tear my down just for one lost, and I don’t know why my feelings are this stubborn to run away from her. I know she would try her best to attempt to comfort me. So why do I want to run away?

I spent hours staring blankly at the phone before I made up my mind to shut the phone off and store it in the cabinet beside my hotel’s bed. I just need a day.

A day turn into days, days turn into a month. The anxiety bubbling up inside me never left and I just want to pierce myself and take it out, whatever is making me feel stuffy.

Training was hell, the constant backhanded comments and spiteful backlashes behind his back, from online and my teammates were really getting to me.

Coach pushing me more than he ever does, the gazes that were once admiring and praising me now turn into something more like a civilian camera that are waiting for me to trip again so they can all jump me.

She would never done that or let anybody do this to me.

Time passes quickly with the training that lasts almost the whole day with 8 hours to spare for mandatory personal business, eating and sleeping. It’s finally time to go back to Japan to continue the usual training and another match coming up in 2 months, I need to be on my best behavior so they won’t catch me tripping.

I am now alone again with my thoughts in the hotel room, I reach out for the phone in the cabinet for the first time in a month.

She must’ve been worried right?

I turn the phone back on, my heart thumping in anticipation for what she has to say.

..Nothing..? No new messages since that day..?

I could feel something snapped as the overwhelmed emotions that has been piling up over the past month came spilling out, I throw the phone across the room as my breathe grows heavier and quicker.

Does she not care about me? What’s the point of this relationship huh? When I’m away training my ass off, getting attacked verbally everyday, she hasn’t checked up on me once? Not mentioning, I haven’t answered her for a month, a month!

I sat down with my arms laying on my spreaded legs, my head hung down low. No, I directed my anger at her. She probably just didn’t want to get in way of my work here. I know that so, why..?

I raise my head up as my eyes turn blank and cold, no emotions found as my heart feels heavy out of the sudden, a voice suddenly flashes into my ears, “that’s why you shouldn’t have love to interfere with your career” it was the fleeting comment one of my teammate made.

That’s right.. She’s not necessary, is she? My mind is already heavy from soccer, why bother carrying any more unnecessary weight..? Come to think of it, she would understand. She probably can live, with her career and things, it shouldn’t be a hindrance to her, right..?

Yeah, she’d understand me. Y/n always does.

That’s how I selfishly broke up with her for my own career under a façade that I think she’d understand when I know she would break down even if she understands.

I broke up with her with a promise to never to lose again in any match, neither friendly—nor a serious match.

The result came to fruition as I have a come back in my career in the next match and I continue to do great the match after and the match after that. I buried myself in my career because that’s all I knew to do, it’s what I throw away everything for and I had a promise to keep, 3 years of full success, no loss.

It’s going great again, people that were waiting for my downfall click their tongue and turn away in defeat. People are again looking at me with praises and admiration. I had move up to join a more prestigious club and many others are offering million to get me, Isn’t this what I wanted? It is.

Strangely, now that I don’t feel heavy anymore, there’s a great amount of void in me. Of course, I have a slight idea of what is it but I choose to live in denial. She has been well, I keep watch on her, secretly of course I know much at least that she wouldn’t want to see me after all of that, at random times and she’s still the same, calm and composed. Going to work and going out with her friends once in a while. I do notice smiles are rare to come by for her. But she’ll get over it right? She’s y/n after all. That’s what I selfishly convince myself so I could look away, for my own benefit.I chose it myself so it’s a given that I chose to live with the void.

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That is until, today after 3 whole years, on a coincidence that I stepped out to get drinks, my eyes spot a familiar build standing outside of the stadium I was suppose to have a friendly match at today. I felt like the world had stopped moving as my eyes laid on her figure.

Before I knew it, my feet brought me to stand in front of her, without permission my voice calls out to her. She looks up in a slightly shocked expression but soon calms down. That’s it? Seeing me after all of this time. I could feel something poking at my heart.

I knew I shouldn’t be acting so familiar to her after all of that but my heart, my mind, they crave her more than I thought. She’s still as calm as ever, why am I the only one whose heart is thumping like some high school boy meeting his crush? This is so unfair. I asked her what she was doing here, I pray to gods that existed in all direction hoping for a slight chance that she’d say ‘I came to see you’

Our conversation was cut short by one of the guy in the opposition team I’m up against today, my heart drops seeing him acting so familiar with y/n, my y/n.

I didn’t know what my expression is shown on my face as I watch them. So she found someone after all..? They act like I wasn’t standing there in front of them, I just want to yell at y/n to keep her attention on me, what rights do I have..?

I bite the inside of my mouth as I try to keep myself in check. y/n finally turned her attention back to me, like a puppy, that much attention had me wagging my tail at her if I had one. That unsettling feeling attack again as she introduced the muscle blonde head as her boyfriend.

I just want to rip my body and scoop out the intestine that keeps developing that feeling. “are you playing against my boyfriend today?” I know I am probably just imagining it but it seems like she emphasized my boyfriend to spite me. “…yeah” was all I managed to get out of my mouth. I soon come to realized that it made things awkward, fuck I didn’t want it to be this way with y/n, after all these years, after finally she can meet me eye to eye again.

The blonde muscle man decided to steal her away again, in excuse of guiding her to her seat. I could feel my heart tightened at how she smiles at him, how she talks, how she jokes, the way she gazes at him. Those all used to be mine, It should’ve been forever mine.

He grabbed her hands and guide her away. No, she can’t go just like this, I need to come up with something— “do you think I’ll do well today?” the question spills out of my mouth before I can think about it thoroughly and I wanted to dig myself into a hole. Seriously man? In front of her boyfriend?

Though to be frank, I couldn’t care much because she turned to me again and flash one of her smile at me, “you always do well, don’t doubt yourself” I could feel myself choking up, that’s what she always used to say but it’s not the same anymore, where’s the loving tone she always uses?!

Before I could say anything more, the blonde almost dragged her away. I could only watch their backs as they disappear among the crowds.

There it is again, the same unsettling feeling but this time, I had nothing to throw away anymore, I have nothing..

My head was hazy, eyes are blurry. It feels like all of senses had been lost. The match starts and ended before I can realized. I had only realized when the same gruel some screeching sound of whistle signaling the match had ended,,, in the opponent’s victory.

It felt like déjà vu, it felt like that day. That day I felt like I had lost everything but no, I had my everything back then. I dropped to my knees as tears spill out of my eyes, the tears blocking my visions as some teammates came forward surrounded me and frantically comfort me and ask me what's wrong.

My eyes were stuck on the two of them as she runs from the sideline and he picks up her and spin her mid-air. I see it, her genuine smile, she’s happy, she’s genuinely at peace. And he was the one who makes it possible..

There’s no me in the picture anymore, I am not involved in her life anymore. It makes sense now, she wasn’t unnecessary. She never was, what she was is an essential, I couldn’t figure that out. I was blinded by guilt, pride & anger.

This unsettling feeling here and back then, it’s regret. Back then, I regret not being able to win the match for her and regret not being able to continue with my plan to propose to her on national TV. Right now, I regret now knowing and understanding the feeling of ‘regret’ until it’s now too late to know.

But one thing that I don’t regret is that, if one of us can be happy, I always had prayed that it would be you.

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oliver ♡

hi baby i miss you

9:18 pm

oliver ♡

come over tonight?

9:18 pm

your vibrating phone takes your attention away from sae, who had you straddling him as he leant against the headboard of his hotel room, his hands lazily on your hips as he kissed your lips, nibbling on the bottom of your lip, “who’s that?”

“hm, not sure..”, you say, reaching over and grabbing it before looking at the messages that lit up your screen.

seeing it was your boyfriend, your cheating boyfriend, you’d be lying if you said you felt anything at all. you had found out oliver had been cheating on you a couple of months ago, and it killed you. you obviously confronted him, the tears in your eyes spilling all down your face whilst oliver coaxed you into staying with him with his gentle lies and sweet promises.

you believed him, you really did. just to find out he was still cheating. you knew you were too attached to just leave him and cut off all contact. so, you thought why not get payback. oliver had really underestimated how vengeful you could be, sleeping with his own teammate.

“anyone important?”, sae asks.

you type up your reply, sending it before smiling at sae, shaking your head, “no.”

baby ♡

i’m sorryyyyy :(

9:20 pm

baby ♡

i’m super busy tonight, maybe tomorrow?

9:20 pm

oliver sighs at the text. he knew he was losing you, and he knew you was with another guy. he didn’t have definitive proof, but he saw the questionable texts between you and other guys, the ‘settings’ notification from your phone and your instant reaction to hide it. it was all the same tactics he used.

he never said anything about it either, it’s not like he was in any position to. and despite what you believed, he really did love you. it was just hard for him to give up his life as a single man, even though he knew that was no excuse. he didn’t just want to lose you. he thought maybe if you had your fun like him, you both could work things out, but he knew it was wishful thinking.

“it’s alright, sweets. i don’t need to head off after all.”, oliver says, forcing a smile on his face as he looked down at the naked girl who stared at him with pure adoration whilst he sat in her bed, his back against the headboard.

she smile, “good. i can have you all to myself.”

“yeah..”, he breaths out, putting his phone back on her nightstand, wondering how the hell he got himself into a situation like this, struggling to find any reasonable solution.

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. // ushijima wakatoshi [reader insert]

EDITED: OCTOBER 21, 2020

synopsis: supporting and loving him unconditionally was something that you did to him as if it was second nature. he was like the sun, unreachable, warm, too warm almost blazing hot. you, icarus, flee too close to the sun, and it all ended up in flames.

genre: angst, fluff (slight). idk man just one big sAD. ily ushijima 😔✊

note: this setting took place in you and ushijima’s first year at shiratorizawa. lower case letters everywhereee hhh.

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Characters: Aiku Oliver x fem! reader

Genre/Tags: Slight Angst, No Comfort, Break up

Summary: Just Oliver, you, and the other girls.

"Oli, wait up!" You jogged a little, trying to catch up to him. Oliver said he needed to talk to the coach after school. You, being his girlfriend, insisted on accompanying him. The meeting was taking longer than you thought, as the time was already 6 pm. You hoped everything was okay.

"How's it going with the coach?" you asked him when you caught up to him. You looked up to see his face, knowing he was much taller than you. "Y/n, you're still here? I thought you probably went home already. The meeting took longer than I expected, but it's all good. Thank you for waiting for me," he said with his usual charming smile.

He looked down. That's the first thing you noticed. Just a moment ago, his body looked slumped, and you saw a flash of pain on his face. Even if it was slight, you saw it, so you weren't convinced.

Moreover, now that you were beside him, you could see his eyes still looked troubled, and it made you a little worried. Did the coach and he fight? He looked tense. "I'm so glad to hear that. Did something happen with the team, though? You seem rather... upset," you said with concern, not wanting to make him more upset than he already was.

"You're worrying about me, babe? That's so sweet of you. But everything is good. Nothing serious. Coach just said that I need to play for the team more instead of playing as a striker," Oliver said this so nonchalantly. Which was weird, knowing his dream was to become the best striker in the world.

You knew that. Everybody close to him knew that. Since you two got together, even before as friends, he had always declared that he would become the best striker in the world. He aimed to get into U-20 Japan first, then soar to the world stage. He was so excited and believed in himself. You loved him for that. Hearing he just said that the adult wanted him to assist more for the team's sake and he looked unconcerned about it made you frown.

"The coach wants you to do what? He surely knows that you want to be a striker. Why wouldn't he put you in that position? I don't know much about football, but even I can tell that you're good at it. Oh my god. Don't tell me?! We used to watch Noel Noa videos. Is that why you watch Virgil van Dijk's videos now? He's a cool football player, sure, but he's not a striker, right? What a jerk. Why is he wasting your talent, knowing you're so capable of being a striker? We should—" Just when you turned around toward the teacher's office direction, Oliver grabbed your hand to stop you. A chuckle left his lips.

"It's nothing big, Y/n. I made up my mind. I'll be the best defender in the world now. I'll crush those boring so-called strikers," Oliver said with such determination. A defiant smirk started to form on his face. Concern was written on your face, hearing his new declaration.

You didn't think this was healthy, the way he was thinking by tricking himself for a way out. You tried to understand his situation, but still. So you asked, "Since when?"

Oliver looked taken aback by your question. But he simply answered, "Since now."

"You know I'll always be your biggest Oliver Aiku best striker football player fan, right?"

He chuckled again. "So mouthful, dear. Why don't we change it to 'my lovely Oliver Aiku Defender girlfriend,' yeah?" He put his left arm over your shoulder and started to walk beside you. "It's still mouthful." He just grinned.

One notification popped up when you just stepped into one of the karaoke places nearby with your friends.

I'm going to karaoke with my friends. See u tonight, babe.

You couldn't help but smile reading a text from him. Tonight, he and you would go to this new dessert place that had just opened in the city. You loved sweets, and even though he preferred spicy things over sweets, he had lost at the game you both played together, so he needed to take you to the place you wanted. But of course, after that, you and him would go to the usual spicy ramen place that he liked because if not, he'd become a grumpy old man. You laughed silently, randomly remembered the silly face he usually made when he came across a mirror. You wondered if he was in the same place as you right now. Your fingers quickly typed to answer him.

Really? Which place did you go to? I'm actually at ** right now.

You waited for a reply from him, but nothing came on your screen.

"Y/n! Let's go. We got the 3rd floor." One of your friends called out to you. They were already waiting in front of the elevator. The exam week had just ended. It had been two stressful weeks, so you were glad you decided to come with your friends to hang out afterward. Well, he's probably on his way now, you thought, and quickened your pace toward your friends.

When the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor, you saw some people crowding in front of one of the rooms. You heard someone whisper, "It's a love quarrel. It appears the guy is the problem. He brought another girl." Deciding it was none of your business, you and your friends were just walking past the crowd when you heard something familiar.

"Can't we all have fun together, ladies? It's more fun when it's the three of us."

"You're the worst. I'm leaving."

"I can't believe this. I'm leaving too."

Two girls just stormed out of the room. They looked mad. You knew it was none of your business, but you thought something crazy. You squinted your eyes, trying to peek inside. The voice was so familiar to you. You thought it was— "Oliver?" His name just rolled off your tongue. The sight in front of you made you glued to the spot. There, your boyfriend was sitting alone with his hand cupping one of his cheeks that looked kind of red, as if someone had just slapped him.

"Oh hey, Y/n! You're here too." He casually called out your name and got up from his seat. Your friends had already left, giving you space with your boyfriend. You saw him coming toward you and stop right in front of the door. "Did you just get here? Let's karaoke together! My friends just left like seconds ago."

Is what he meant by friends— "You mean those girls?"

"So you saw them. Yeah. They are from our school. You know them too?" he responded. You looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me right now, Oliver? Do you think I didn't see those girls looking mad? Are you... are you cheating on me?"

"Hey, hey... please don't cry, Y/n. It's nothing serious, nothing to worry about. Just something casual," he said, looking at your now shaking body. Your surroundings started getting blurry from the tears now flowing down your cheeks, making you look like a mess in front of him. He didn't deny it and hid behind calming words, saying it was just casual. The truth made your heart squirm in pain.

You, him, them, us. How many people were in this relationship between you two?

This hurt too much for you. You only had eyes for him. He was your favorite person, your first love, and now he was the first one breaking your heart. You felt hurt and sad, and quickly those feelings turned into anger. Anger now hugged you like a second skin that burned your feelings for him. Your heart burned with this foul feeling that they called betrayal. You hated to look at him and see his pitying eyes for you. So you poured your emotions out by screaming as loudly as you could, confronting him.

"You mean by keeping it casual is casually scoring girls here and there, right Oliver?! How many girls have you seen all the time we were together?!"

"Listen to me, Y/n. They're nobody. You shouldn't—"

"Oliver, please..." Sadness engulfed you again. Your feelings now felt like a roller coaster. "Please... stop explaining this using your guidebook, you know what I mean."

"Y/n—"

"Aiku, do you hear what I just said?"

"He looks off."

"No wonder he got slapped there." Aiku looked around the room. There were Isagi, Reo, and Bachira looking at him curiously. Perhaps because he looked bewildered by now. It happened again and felt like déjà vu. But this time, there was no you arguing with him. "This is why I like to keep it casual. Breaking up is too much work, so bothersome," he sighed while his mind delved back to last year, reminiscing about what used to be.

End.

P.S.: This is my first time writing this genre. Feedback is very much appreciated. <3

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