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ipsum exitio (pt. 1)

a/n: for reasons explained here, this fic will be released in 2 parts! i want to thank everyone again who’s expressed an interest in this, and i hope that it lives up to some expectation. this fic is really big on introspection and includes a lot of arguably necessary exposition.

but more importantly, i want to thank @/a-kaashi (raenah) for being a huge support and my beta for this piece. she’s put in so much effort and thoughts into helping me make this into what it is now, and i can’t thank her enough.

plot: self-destruction is in the calm before the storm, in the eye of a hurricane. but when the forces are right, the winds are rapid enough, the catalysts send you hurling, you find yourself leaving a monstrous and disastrous path in your wake.

characters: ushijima wakatoshi, semi eita, iwaizumi hajime (in pt. 2), and male oc, w/fem!reader possessing vagina/uterus/uterine-system (other oc’s also included)

wc: 16.5k

genre/warnings: (+18) slice of life, angst, descriptions and moments of high anxiety, explicit smut (in pt. 2) (w/slight degradation, size kink, spanking, etc.) & virginity loss, alcohol consumption, talks about virginity and sex toys, slow burn, pining, implied bisexual reader

pt. 2

A breeze flows in through the open window of your apartment, softly caressing your face as you lean against the sill on your elbows. You drink in the view of Tokyo at night like a fine wine sliding down your throat, attuning to all your senses. With tear ducts dry and dust caked along the rims of your eyes, they shut in defeat, the semblance of a white flag splayed on the back of your eyelids. Cars honk in the distance and your legs struggle to support your weight. The scent of sulfur from the earlier downpour teases at your nostrils, causing your nose to scrunch a bit as you openly take in the scenery before you again.

A nearby billboard flashes bright, mechanically cycling through advertisements and never resting. The LED lights paint a picture that you are all too acquainted with, even more so with the man in the frame. Your body is plunged into a lake of bitter nostalgia as your heart wrenches painfully. Instead of fighting against the resistance of the water and gravity, you succumb to the anchor dragging you down, knowing that eventually, the waves will recede, and you will return to shore again.

Inhale. Count. Exhale.

Breathe.

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11 years ago

Shiratorizawa is and always has been a battle ground. It was a miracle that you even made it there, quite honestly. The pressure and the overwhelming suffocation of competition filled your lungs and lodged in your airway the day you moved into the dorms and attended orientation. Everyone seemed so tense, so on edge, clutching their folders and packets like lifelines while absorbing all information possible. A stray few seemed more at ease and relaxed, but to you at the time, that immediately sounded the alarms – to seemingly thrive in this environment from the very beginning could only be the marks of a dangerous but powerful person.

What became a source of comfort was the realization that everyone else felt equally as anxious as you, terrified of the hidden lions camouflaged in the masses. And each year, students crippled under the stress and high expectations – if you had to make an estimate, at least 83% of the student body would experience a breakdown during the time of final exams. But in the midst of all this academic madness, this debilitating drive to do more and reach beyond the sky, everyone found refuge in the school’s sports teams. Be it basketball, swimming, diving, volleyball, tennis – chances were someone in the top 5 of their respective sport within the prefecture would be at Shiratorizawa, and nothing proved more freeing than screaming your lungs out for the prides of your school.

Interestingly enough, you had found that liberation in the volleyball team, being able to turn off your brain with a switch and focus on something that had nothing to do with the filled pages of incomplete to-do lists in your agenda. Air batons in hand, water bottle by your side for the inevitable dry throat, you hollered and chanted with everyone else in the stands and watched the opponents surrender at the feet of none other than Ushijima Wakatoshi.

A force to be reckoned with, a skill that was so beautifully and adeptly honed, you understood very early on the massive admiration for the boy. Even only at 16, Wakatoshi had the physique of a grown man, the severity of his complexion intimidating everyone within 100 meters of him. The terrifying force of his spike and devilish spin resulting from being dominant in his left hand left the crowds in awe. It was evident that the coach used this to the team’s advantage, and suddenly, you felt the burning desire to be on the floor. You wanted to sit on the bench, to see his movement from the side and within an envious proximity – no worry for stray balls, only the chance to witness something so athletically beautiful and magnificent.

And even though you were crushed under a mountain of assignments and projects, as well as a whole slew of mini-projects you had given yourself to make your life harder, you were determined to add this on your list. The lack of self-control in pursuing your desires was going to kill you in the future, but this was not the day. So you dove in towards the trenches, filled out an application, gave all the reasons why having you as a manager would be more help than harm, and suddenly, you were standing on the side of the court next to coolers of water bottles.

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YOUR MINNNDD ???? UGH THE POWER YOU HOLD ??!!!THE GOOD LUCK CHARM THING ????? !!!!2€2!2822!!!!!!!!€2€!! AND I AMWAYS LOVE SEEING READER BEING LIKE BOLD OR I DONT KNOW THE WORD !!!! BUT UGH YOUR BRAIN !!!!

Just randomly thought of a mafia au while listening to Power is Power by SZA and thought of Schweiden Adlers and MSBY Black Jackals as rival organisations and the reader would work for either organisation and in order to get information of the other the reader uses her/their/his charm to seduce them and idk what you wanna do with this i‘ll leave it to you, unless you want me to elaborate further 😂😂 IM A MESS SORRY - your Bokuto bean™️👁👄👁

ISSA MOOD !!!! 

sorry the reader is female in this but I tried to make it as lowkey as possible but it was easier for me to write it that way. 

hit me up if anyone wants a part two 

HOPE YOU LIKE IT BABY 🥺❤️- your Cootie Kurootie™️ 

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 MAFIA AU - Schweiden Adlers VS MSBY Black Jackals

Saturday 11.pm. 

All men are the same.

Sway your hips, flutter your eyes and a little pout that’s all it takes.  

“Omg I’m so sorry!“ you say while looking up to the men you just accidentally bumped into. 

“It’s fine - are you okay?“ the men with - you have to admit - beautiful yellowish eyes asks you. 

“Yeah I’m oka- ahh fuck“ you hand grabbed your ankle and you bite your lips. 

“Oh shit - let me hep you!“ he men helps you getting up and puts an arm around your shoulders for support. 

“Let me help you get home okay? It’s already pretty late and this part of the town isn’t really save when it’s dark - there are some bad guys out there“ he smiles down at you. 

Oh yeah - it clearly isn’t save at night. Especially he should know that. 

“Uhm I was actually just visiting a friend here .. I live on the other side of the tow... uhm.. I just grab a taxi I guess since he train is already gone now ...“ you look up at him through your lashes while innocently adjusting your small dress. 

“I - uhm ... my car is parked two blocks away I can drive you.. after all it’s my fault” 

“I don’t want to cause any troubles ..” you mutter. 

”oh no! You don’t ! Let me make sure that you get home save” he smiles and helps you walk to his sports car. 

Too easy, you think to yourself as you get in the passenger seat. As he walked around the car to get in you quickly grab the small bug out of your purse and place it in between the seats where it’s practically invisible. 

“Soooo ... what’s your address?” He smiles and starts the car. You have to admit. You love the sound of it there’s something hot about the way he revs up the engine and speeds down the empty streets. 

“It’s XXXXXXX” you smile. Obviously that’s not your  real address. 

“Okay we’ll be there in a few - are you sure you don’t need to go to a hospital?” He worries about you. How sweet. You need to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Yeah I’ll be fine- and if not I PROMISE you that I’ll go see a doctor tomorrow“ you smile. 

”how about you give me your number so I can make sure that you’re really okay tomorrow?“ he smirks. 

Gosh why is all this so easy?

“Uhm ... how do I know that you’re not one of the bad guys you warned me about?“ you tease and he laughs. 

“You’re already in my car, isn’t it a bit too late to worry about that now?“ his smirk grows as he looks over to you. One of his hands on the wheel, arm rests on the leather in front of the window, while is other hand puts out his phone and unlocks it. 

“Here“ he hands it over to you.

You open up the Contacts and enter your second phone number you specify have for those occurrences. 

A message pops up and you quickly scanned over it. 

From: ‘Tsum

Kou where tf are you - the location changed. We meet the client at the Club ‘Blue Moon’ at 2am.

You hand him his phone back and smile as he takes a look and types a few letters. 

After a few more minutes you arrive at your ‘apartment’. 

“Soooo here we are.” , He smiles, “should I help you get inside?” 

“That’d be nice.” You say innocently and smile. 

“No problem. Wait I’ll help you get out.” He says and hurried to get out of the car and opens up your door. You guide him inside the building, his grip strong around your shoulders. Why do they all have to be so muscular you sigh in you head. 

Getting inside the elevator you press the button that reads 17. 

You rest your back against his chest while his arm travels down to your waist and pulls you closer. 

The elevator opens and you walk over to the apartment 1795. 

“You can call yourself lucky that you bumped into me and not some real bad guy. You know - wait. What’s your name?” He asks now realizing that he doesn’t know your name. 

“Y/N” you smile. 

“You can call me Bokuto” he smiles, “okay so y/n you need to be carful in which strangers care you get in. It’s not save out there for someone like you.” He says sternly. 

“You’re Right...” you mumble and look down.

“Call me when you need someone to take you home. I don’t want anything to happen to you okay?” He worries. 

“Okay I will. Thank you Bokuto” you coo and get on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. 

“Good Night Y/N!” He smirks and you put out your keys and unlock the door. 

“Good Night Bokuto!” You smile and get inside. 

“The bad boys. That’d would be me I guess?” You hear a voice call out of the dark of the room. 

“Yes probably you Tosh.” You laugh and put on the lights. 

“Tonight 2am Club Blue Moon. - also got his number and bugged his car.” You smile and walk over to him. 

“God it’s scary how good you’re at this” he mutters and you jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso, his hands hold onto your thighs and he kisses your hungry. 

What is there to say - you’re a sucker for muscular men - to be specific muscular dangerous men. 

Sunday 1am. 

“I’ll drive you to your flat.” Ushijima says as you walk around the room looking for your panties. 

“I’ll keep them- good luck charm.” he smirks and waves the black lacy object in front of your eyes, you just roll your eyes. 

Sunday 10am. 

“Last Night several people died during a shooting between the rival gangs Schweiden Adlers and the MSBY Black Jackals. The shooting took place in the Nightclub ‘Blue Moon’ and apparently 10 people died as for now and several are wounded. The publicist of the police told us that as for now none of the gang members have been captured.” 

You laugh as you hear the women on the TV tell the news. 

Your phone vibrates and you check your messages.  

6am 

From: Tosh

Told you it’s my good luck charm 

You smile and walk over to your purse and took out the other phone, your hand brushing against the gun that’s still inside. 

Now

From: XXXXX

Hope you dreamed of me - Bokuto. 

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NEKOMA

Bound to each others (angst, kuroo x reader, bokuto x reader)

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SMAU ; WAVERING

Atsumu Miya x female reader x Wakatoshi Ushijima

— PART 1 | PART 2 —

MASTERLIST

-> Summary : old "friend" or new acquaintance. Sakusa YN (Kiyoomi’s twin) is w a v e r i n g

// taglist : @meepeo @sugawsites @ravioliplease @sakusaomi @renee1414 @toaster-stick @sakesakesakesake @90s-belladonna @huliannajace @stardustanni @bokukiyoom @tellmeyellme @shadyjinyoung @tchalameme

if u want to be added to the taglist please just ask for it <333

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Y/N’S love garden II Masterlist

synopsis - y/n ushijima. Younger sister and quite popular youtuber, she does your normal everyday vlogs with her messy crew. One day she decided to Collab with the ever so popular oikawa thanks to the help of tendou. It starts of slow and simple chats, gaming, and calls. Oikawa can’t help but get feelings for y/n but are those feelings returned?

genere - fluff, angst, and smau

warnings - none

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

y/n’s squad ┋ oikawas squad

1. {collab?}

2.  {shots!shots!shots!}

3. {drunk oikawa?}

4. {soon}

5. {soon}

6. {soon}

7. {soon}

8. {soon}

9. {soon}

10. {soon}

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒𐐚 ° ˚ ₒ ∞

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  tgif  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

thank god its friday | social media / college au

warnings: sexual innuendos, alcohol, drugs, swearing, mentions of sex

prev | navi | next

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(y/n)’s squad

↳ in which (y/n), a second year college student, starts the new school year by going to a party, blacking out and not remembering anything from that night. only to find out in class that she slept with the boy she’s supposed to be partnered up with for her year long project.

A/N: honestly this probably took me way longer to make and get started then it should’ve but yknow what idc half the time i can’t even function on the lack of sleep i have but i hope yall enjoy- if you wanna be added to the taglist send me an ask, comment or send me a pm i’ll be glad to add you <3

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—but i’m into you|

oikawa smau—✧･ﾟ: *

sypnosis: oikawa met y/n at a volleyball tournament when she ended up receiving a ball he served while he was practicing alone.

pairings: oikawaxf!reader

—updates every friday saturday and sunday

profiles: y/n — oikawa

❀first

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taglist: @clowninfortodoroki @anime-simp @ellipsedthought @enchantedsoulgarden @veggytaled @kiinokochii @artsamber @svtbitch

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makeup | kunimi akira x reader SMAU

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synopsis: Y/n has to move away from Tokyo with her mother after her parents got divorced. She will start high school in Aoba Johsai, away from all of her friends. Being the volleyball nerd her brother made her, she will quickly apply as manager for the boys’ volleyball club and become an important member that the team treasures.

a/n: this is my first smau so i’m sorry if it sucks lol. kinda scared of posting this but please tell me you honest opinion if there’s something you think could’ve been better✨

introductions 1 | 2

part 1 - fake ass

part 2 - awkward

part 3 - accepted

part 4 - pretty noises

part 5 - bonding

part 6 - tokyo

part 7 - official game

part 8 - feelings

part 9 - healing

part 10 - love hurts

part 11 - figure it out

part 12 - snacc

part 13 - training camp

part 14 - beautiful view

part 15 - seijoh at nationals

part 16 coming soon✨

bonus part

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Star crossed

Masterlist

Summary: Y/n is a popular commentary Youtuber who happens to be best friends with Oikawa, the model. One day he decides to collab with fellow model and YouTuber Kuroo. Y/n jokes and says she now has beef with Kuroo for taking her best friend which causes fans to go wild. Could a simple joke that lead to drama also lead to love?

0. Profiles

Drama

Thirst tweet

Photoshoot

Party

Ex love

Private chats

First date

Naps

Pairings: Iwa x Oikawa (mentioned??), Kageyama x Hinata, Kuroo x Y/n

Memes used

Updated every Saturday and Wednesday!

Send an ask if you want to be on a tag list!

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Who Would You Tell First? SMAU - Masterlist

Yamaguchi x reader, Futakuchi x reader, Kunimi x reader (Not a full blown love triangle. They’re just potentials. 🙂)

Summary: Hinata revives an old chat, Hitoka is freaking out, and Y/n accidentally messages in the wrong group chat. They decide to go watch the Sendai Frogs play, but Y/n is hesitant to join, worried she’ll run into someone. All of this also revives her dormant love life. But will it be her other best friend, her high school old flame, or the new guy?

Loosely following the canon. About two years after current manga chapters. Genre: Romance/ Humor/ Cute (is that a genre?) and slight drama/angst because I can’t handle too much.

A/N: I think my writing is influenced by kdramas and shoujo manga. So if that’s the style you like, you might like this SMAU. Maybe?

Introductions

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10

Episode 11

Episode 12

Episode 13

Episode 14

Episode 15

Episode 15.5 - bonus episode

Episode 16

Episode 17

Episode 18

Episode 19

Episode 20

Episode 21

Episode 22

Episode 23

Episode 24

Episode 25

Episode 26

Episode 27

Episode 28

Episode 29 (coming soon)

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My other stories :)

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the most unexpected • futakuchi x reader [smau]

☆ ° ✧　 ·     ━━━━━ synopsis: you decide to follow a popular trend and text your number neighbor…except things don’t really go as planned.

PART 6 ;; PART 7 ;; PART 8

PART 6: let me uwu

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A/N: updates are hopefully gonna speed up?!?!?! hA let’s see >:3

TAGLIST—

@koutaroulovebot @letmeshouyou @honeykaashi @mysterypotatoink @acacaza @dateko @baby-boy-taichi @gwenebear @bokutokoutarou @artisticdrawndragon @iwaixiumi @anonanonymousanon @dumbassbrigade @oikawas-bae @jemilktea @nekoglasses @90s-belladonna @uwus-for-bnha @berrycafe @adoring-obi-wan @babiekeiji @babiedeku @schrodingersships @herow1n @yogurtkink @the-black-birb @nerdyphantomlady @mha-fanfic-writers @kutiekeiji @yongtxt @neologyro @kuroosukii @unhappyraspberry @evermorehaikyuu @chamille-trash @zoppzoop @hqmakkitrash @evannea @bobothecircusclown @softforshigi @caxsthetic @raevaioli @noya-senpai-imagines @alaromero @heccingdead @maple0bwawe @samanthaa-leanne @svtbitch @brokutoforever @oi-miya

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one sided crushes | akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou

Pairing | Akaashi Keiji x F! Reader, Bokuto Koutarou x F! Reader

Genre | Light angst, romance, high school au

Summary | All throughout your life, you’ve always had crushes that never returned your feelings. But after transferring to Fukurodani, you developed two new crushes – Bokuto, the popular third year and also your friend. And Akaashi, the boy who was the same year as you. You’ve always wondered what life would be like if one of them returned your feelings, but after things occurred, you weren’t sure you wanted to know anymore.

this is a new style of writing that i tried hehe, please enjoy!

If there was someone you’ve liked, you wouldn’t even let a second pass and answer – Bokuto Koutarou and Akaashi Keiji. It’s not like you’ve liked the two boys at the same time, it was more of an every year new crush situation to you. You studied in Fukurodani for as long as you remembered, you probably started around middle school and had been in the same year as Akaashi.

You could only reminisce about the past crushes you’ve had, all had remained as crushes and nothing more. Love wasn’t even included in your vocabulary, everything was a mere crush – and admiration towards the people you’ve liked, but nonetheless, life wasn’t too fond of you. It wasn’t like you were considered unattractive or too much of a simpleton to not have anyone like you, you were only unfortunate to form crushes on people who seemed to have higher standards. You weren’t complaining, all your past crushes were good looking and amazing at volleyball; like Kozume Kenma from Nekoma, Iwaizumi Hajime from Seijoh and even Suna Rintarou from Inarizaki.

And if there was something you could also say about the crushes you’ve had, it was the fact that none of them returned your feelings.

You vaguely remembered your first crush in Fukurodani, he was a year above you and was a captain at the boy’s volleyball team. One of Fukurodani’s pride and joy ace, Bokuto. Your friendship with the boy had started the moment you tripped in front of him, scraping your knees in the process. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would’ve laughed at the expression that appeared on his face. The amount of shock that was on his face and the way he stared at you, unable to comprehend that you were in pain was an unforgettable memory.

“Hey, want to eat lunch together?” The moment you walked out of the classroom, Bokuto was already standing by the door with a smile on his face. You could only irk a brow at him in response, before nodding.

“Did you run towards here?”

You two started walking towards the cafeteria, you stood beside him. Looks were subtly thrown towards your direction and you couldn’t help but cower beside the tall boy, it wasn’t a wonder that people would get confused with the sudden scene in front of them – Bokuto was a familiar face in your school, a talented volleyball player and had everyone idolizing him, praising him for his skills and of course, his attractive face.

“Why’d you ask?”

You shrugged. “You were out of breath when I came out of the classroom.”

Bokuto held back a sound of embarrassment and kept his gaze ahead, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “When the bell rang I ran towards your room okay? I wanted to ask you if you want to eat lunch with me.” At the corner of his peripheral vision, he sent you a glance and quietly sighed to himself in relief – at least you didn’t notice the way his cheeks heated up, or even the way he almost stumbled upon his words.

He was vivid yet he couldn’t find the right way to properly talk to you, slightly disinclined with the words he could think of; what if you got overwhelmed with his personality? Was he too loud? Annoying? What if you feel inclined to agree to his offer but deep inside you were loathing every second? He merely forced a grin on his face as he pushed his thoughts aside, he was supposed to be optimistic about this. But what can he do, after all, you were the first girl who befriended him and never left his side in middle school.

What had changed?

Perhaps it was the small voice in his mind that taunted him – it was a tiny crush, but he was too obstinate to even worry about certain thoughts.

“Bo-san!”

His head snapped up the moment you had called out his name, and he felt his cheeks heating up. Though this time, he couldn’t shroud the way he stumbled over his words as he stared at you like you’ve grown two heads. “W-what?”

The way your face had faltered immediately had him shrinking in his spot, he watched as you shot him a sheepish smile, and Bokuto could only guess that you were thinking about how close you two were that you decided to give him a nickname. But with the way you stared at him in horror and raised your hands up in the air, waving frantically, he was certain that you were in midst of regretting your decisions.

Too bad.

“I’m sorry! Your surname was too long, I thought–”

He shook his head. “No, it’s okay! You can call me Bo, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

You only nodded, giving him a forced smile. “Yeah, we are!”

Maybe it was the barrier that was held against you that made you form a crush on the third year, a barrier of pessimistic thoughts that seemed to be endlessly mocking you. His friendship with you had always left you uncertain with your feelings, sure you’ve liked him, but the fact that he was unknowingly getting close with you made it a bit harder. You were sure that he was only doing it because he had known you since middle school, and that he’d been forced to stay in your life after that. A part of you hoped that Bokuto wasn’t thinking of that, he always had a good heart. But then again, you’ve always been confused with your own emotions.

And his kindness wasn’t helping at all.

You’ve always found yourself lingering a few feet away from him whenever he gets surrounded by girls, shooting him praises and smiles. Bokuto had always loved the hype he got from people, it drove him to strive for more; it motivates him, giving him abundant strength to even work harder for his goal. And seeing girls crowd him after a game or two was one of the things that really had him beaming up in felicity, you could practically see the way his smile grows when he hears the endless compliments from people. Of course, it wasn’t even a wonder. Bokuto had always caught people’s attention, and he was everything you were not.

You couldn’t remember the exact day when you two had started to become distant with each other, but you were certain it was because he was already in his third year; he was busy with his upcoming college entrance exams and more volleyball matches. He didn’t have the time to spend his time with someone who was a nobody, and you knew that.

“L/N!”

You turned around from your locker and closed it, immediately finding yourself making eye contact with one of your classmates, Kanae – she looked sideways before coming towards you. “Did you hear yet?”

You gave her a confused look. “Hear what?”

She blinked back, breaking eye contact with you as she muttered. “I thought you were the first person to know,” Before turning to look back at you dead in the eye. “Bokuto-san is courting someone from Nekoma!”

Oh.

“Oh..? Where’d you heard that?”

Kanae leaned towards your ear before whispering. “Don’t tell anyone but earlier when I was passing by their rooms, I accidentally heard him talking to one of his classmates about the girl.”

It was safe to say that you had lost the battle you never knew you were in.

Your second crush in Fukurodani occurred when you became a third year, Bokuto had already graduated and was now in college. And as much as it pained you to see he was already happy with someone else, the least you could do was wish him a good life in college; and that you were going to find a new crush.

It didn’t take you long enough to find him though.

Libraries had become your comfort zone when your former crush went away, you choose to surround yourself with tranquility and distract your loud thoughts. It wasn’t your fault that you were spending half of your second year hanging out with Bokuto, leaving you to depend on him for support. But now that he was gone, you weren’t sure what to feel.

You reached up, almost on your tippy toes as you grumbled. “The fuck?”

A hand reached up above you and took the book you were hoping to reach and handed it in front of you. And when you turned to see who the mystery kind person was, you almost bailed and ran off – it was none other than Bokuto Koutarou’s best friend, Akaashi Keiji.

The boy noticed your failed attempts and decided to take pity on you, that was the most apparent reason that came to your mind when you stared back at him in shock. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He murmured in a soft tone, eyes seemed to smile as he gave you a nod before excusing himself.

You swore you were going to cry.

And because of that, Akaashi Keiji became your new crush.

You two were in the same year but you rarely had interaction with him, being in different classes. But unlike Bokuto, you never made an attempt to befriend Akaashi. You’ve sworn that you weren’t letting yourself create another reason of a heartache, you needed to find a fortuity that wouldn’t leave you hanging in thin air – hoping that you weren’t gonna end up grasping the slim chances of him ever returning your feelings. Akaashi was sweet, a gentleman even. Ever since he handed you the book, you’ve always found yourself thinking about him. A hopeless crush was the perfect description, but at least you and him already had a fair distance between the two of you, it wasn’t like you intended to befriend the boy and have him fall for you.

Having a crush was never easy.

And you knew that the moment you developed an ounce of liking to Bokuto, you weren’t one to dictate what he could and what he couldn’t do. But Bokuto wasn’t Akaashi, and Akaashi wasn’t Bokuto. They were two different people with different personalities, at least you were fortunate to even get acknowledged by such angels.

After the encounter with Akaashi, you were even more excited (probably too excited) to go to the library every day just to read, and maybe even see Akaashi. He was always there, a book in front of him as he reads in silence. You hoped you were sly as you seated yourself two chairs away from where he was, but the moment you plopped on the chair, his eyes were already on you.

He nodded in acknowledgement, before returning to his book.

No words were shared yet you could feel yourself blushing, shy and breathless even. It was no surprise that Akaashi left an impact on you even without saying anything, what more if he decided to talk to you?

You’d probably be gasping for air no doubt.

The majority of your third year went by with no problem, besides the fact that your crush seems to be everywhere you go; a minor coincidence or not, you still kept a tinge of hope inside your brain. Your classmate Kanae seems to think that Akaashi was purposely letting himself be in the same place as you were, saying that might have formed a crush on you but he was too shy about it. You wanted to slap the words out of her though, but the mere blush on your cheeks said otherwise – you were an admirer, a silent admiration had formed when you interacted with the boy, and if someone told you that there was a chance that he liked you back, you would be delighted.

Who wouldn’t?

“L/N-san.” You found yourself abruptly stopping on your tracks when you heard Akaashi’s voice calling out your name, and when you turned to look at him, you saw one of your notebooks being held by one of his hands. “I think you forgot this.”

You hesitantly took it from him as you shot him a smile. “Thank you Akaashi-san.”

He blinked in response, as he turned to study your face curiously. Unconsciously letting a smile curl up on his lips as he stared at you. “You’re welcome. Are you heading home?” He glanced over your shoulder.

You nodded. “Yeah, I walk in this direction before taking a bus.”

“Do you mind if I accompany you? You - I also take the bus when I go home.” Akaashi felt himself growing hot and bothered when he stuttered, slightly turning his head away in hopes that you wouldn’t notice the faint blush that formed on his face.

But when you shook your head and agreed to his offer, he wanted to rejoice – for some reason, he was oddly happy about this.

He just hoped he wasn’t being obvious.

As you two walked together in silence, you couldn’t help but bite your lips, contemplating if you should initiate a conversation with the fellow third year. But as you were about to open your mouth to speak, Akaashi had already spoken.

“What are your plans after high school?”

“I think.. I’ll just attend the nearest college university, I don’t want to commute too far.” Your words made him smile.

“I see.”

“What are yours?”

He looked back at you. “I’ll probably do the same, I want to remain near my family.”

“Oh.”

After the short conversation, you were left under silence once again, but the difference this time is that this was more of a comforting silence.

“L/N-san?”

“Hm?”

“Can I have your phone number?”

When you arrived at your house, you quickly greeted your parents and ran towards your room. Closing the door behind you, you couldn’t help but squeal to yourself; perhaps you were too excited with just a small question. But who cares? This was your crush, Akaashi – he had asked for your number!

“What will I do if he texts me? Or.. calls me?” You whispered.

You spent the remaining hours of the night looking out for your phone, silently wishing that he would send you a text message. But much to your dismay, as you glanced at your clock you were left rather disappointed. 10 pm was displayed on the clock and you trudged towards your bed with a dejected feeling, a frown appearing on your face.

But as you sat down, your phone began to emit its sounds of indications that someone (or was it two people?) had sent you a text message.

Quickly jumping towards your phone, you unlocked it, only to stare wide eyed at your notifications.

You let your eyes repeatedly read the two messages before sighing, rubbing your face.

What were you going to do now?

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☆*.:｡.✿《MOIRA》✿.｡:.*☆

(n.) a persons fate or destiny.

☆*.:｡.✿𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Almost everyone in the whole population had a Soulmate, and only 0,5% had the bad luck, to not get one. And of course, Sakusa Kiyoomi had to be one out of the 0,5%, without a soulmate. While his best friend Y/N has one, he is meant to be alone. It was his fate, being alone, unlike Y/N.

☆*.:｡.✿𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞: Fluff; Angst if you get really into this

☆*.:｡.✿𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing

    ☆*.:｡.✿《𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬》✿.｡:.*☆

☆*.:｡.✿《𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐔𝐍𝐎》✿.｡:.*☆

The day you called him to tell him excitedly that the Itachiyama academy accepted you, was the same day where he also found out that you got a soulmate. After you showered, slowly a writing started to appear on your wrist, it had been a few lines, which looked like they just got drawn in a hurry, like someone tried to fight your soulmate with a pen.

“But you just turned 15” “Yes! That means my Soulmate is probably older than I am” He wanted to hang up so badly in this moment. His heart felt heavier than usually, he would compare it to a feeling like something was pulling his heart down, perhaps your words had been pulling his heart down while he tried to keep it up.

“Oh? Nice” “Woah Sakusa did-” “It’s Kiyoomi” Right, a few days ago he told you that you could finally call him Kiyoomi, you had no idea what had gotten into his mind, even went to the doctor with him afterward because he usually never talked so much bullshit on one day. Or… at least you tried taking him to a doctor, but he kept reassuring you that he was fine.

“Kiyoomi! Did you just say nice? To me? Oh my god, maybe I should go and check up on you again? Like this time for real? Two times in two weeks being nice to me?” “You are fucking stupid” And he was back again, the salty germophobe who just wanted to be a little nice to you and not say something mean about the Soulmate thing. Perhaps, he also wanted to reassure himself that it was fine that you had a Soulmate, who wasn’t him, or he wanted to reassure you that he was not hurt. But why should he do the last thing? After all, you surely think that he is happy for you, not hurt. He should be happy, but he truly isn’t. “Nevermind I take everything I just said back” you sighed out, and just stared at the wall in front of you. Somehow, you hoped that the lines came from him, that some of his classmates were being annoying again and just had drawn here and their a few lines all over his wrist.

“So, what about you, did Itachiyama accept you too?” Oh right, he also applied to the same academy as you, but you confessed that you only applied because of him, you didn’t want to be alone in a new school, since you always had struggles with making new friends, and he knew that. So everyday, he could only pray that he would also get into the same highschool like you, to keep taking care of you, to keep walking you back from home after you waited for him since he had volleyball practice. And his prayers were heard. “I also got accepted” his voice is again, nonchalant, like always, but even though you are only talking to him through your phone because it was too cold and dark to get outside and meet with him, you could still hear how he smiled.

“For real? I am so glad I don’t have to make friends with others” you whined out, in relief, making him chuckle a little. He was so whipped for you, so in love with you, but sadly, you were bound to someone else. “Hopefully we will also be in the same class” “I doubt it, with your small brain of yours, I don’t think that you will get into the same class as me” The first second he chuckled, then got suddenly so salty. You had no idea why he was like that, or what had lead him to be like this, but it was really amusing to you. “I did not ask for your opinion on that” you snorted out, with a small sulk following. He was amused, and forgot about the pain which was growing with each day, especially now it would only keep on growing after knowing that you weren’t his Soulmate. But right now, your voice was distracting him from the pain, right now, you were just being happy, which also made him happy. “So, you have to pick me up for the first day of school” you ordered him, making him nod, even though you couldn’t see it.

You two weren’t meant to be together.

It was not your Moira.

Nor was it his Moira.

“I will have to hang up soon”

“So early? Damn Kiyoomi, you go to bed earlier than I thought.”

“Fine, I will stay a little longer” he didn’t want to, actually, he wanted to cry now, wanted to get off all the pain from his chest after getting your message that you had another Soulmate than him. “Awe, you really do everything just for me~” You hummed, your voice dipping in sarcasm and along with that, the teasing manner didn’t get unnoticed by him “I am changing my mind, maybe I should go to bed now” “Hey wait, Kiyoomi, don’t go yet” you talked, he stood quiet. One second of silence passed between you two, then two, then  three, but after the fourth second you finally spoke up again. “Oh my, Kiyoomi, did you really hang up without saying goodbye?” “No I am still there” He could hear the relieved sigh from the other side of the phone, “You know that a conversation doesn’t work if only one person talks!” “Apparently it works sometimes with you” Your conversations were always different, never boring, never uncomfortable, just a simple bickering fourth and back, before you would just give it up and whine out something and he would change the topic. It never had been different.

“Shut the fuck up, just go to bed boomer” You somehow tended to call him like that whenever he said something you didn’t like, you were being childish, like always, but he had found liking in your childish personality. He thought that it was refreshing, since all the other people he knew were always trying to act mature, like they knew what life was about. But you, you were the one who never even tried it in first place, and always spoke your mind directly.

“Yeah, love you too. Sleep well, F/N”

“I hate you, and you too”

He meant those words.

He meant them more and more with each day passed where he told you those three words, he thought it was pathetic how he started to develop feelings for you, ridiculous especially after you found you that you had a Soulmate.

But he couldn’t control his feelings sadly.

If he could, he would never want to fall in love with you, he never wanted to feel the heartache of a one sided love, never wanted to feel more and more pain after talking to you, because he remembered that you were not meant to be.

But sometimes, he would just dream a little about it. Sometimes, he would dream about how you two would go on dates, how you would hold his hand, of course sanitized before that, and how you would just walk down the parks paths while bickering like always. A few kisses here and there, but there would be only small pecks since he would be too embarrassed to actually kiss you, though would always tell you that he was disgusted from the germs.

However, those would only stay dreams. Those things he dreamed about would never get true, not if you would fall in love with your Soulmate, not if you would marry your Soulmate while he could only watch you two being happy, while he had to watch you two promising each other to never stop loving each other. He could only be the side character in your life, and maybe he could even disappear fully from your life.

He could only be a side character of a few of your chapters, but he could never manage to follow you through your whole book.

He was meant to be alone, a loner. The loneliness fitted him maybe better than being seen with you, the loneliness was fitting his phobia maybe better than you did.

Life never made mistakes after all. Everything was planned, every fate was meant to be.

And his fate was to be alone.

     ☆*.:｡.✿《𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭》✿.｡:.*☆

☆*.:｡.✿𝐚/𝐧: honestly I don’t have anything to say,,, for the first time :/

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   ☆*.:｡.✿《MOIRA M.LIST》✿.｡:.*☆

«𝒃𝒚 𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆»

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YTTD THEORIES: Arusano & traitor

Soooo slight spoilers ahead (and btw sorry for my English lmao)

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