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kawaii-angelanne · 1 year

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the first time rin tells you he loves you is because he can’t choose you over his career.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn reader (angst no comfort NONE AT ALL…)

a/n: this was just word vomit and it might sound dramatic but i’m just trying to practice so sorry hehe also i have no idea what this is like i have the idea i just dont wanna write it all im lazy lol

i love you…

a moment passes; soft, tender.

but i can’t be with you.

and then the realization hits. every trace of affection withdraws from your face. it turns stone cold with an animosity and regret unable to dispel. but in an instant, even with the turbulence of emotion stirring inside you, it goes slack before morphing into another expression much more painful to receive in comparison to a furious one.

it makes his stomach twist; the unsure smile on you face, the way your shoulders slump, both of which signal your defeat; your acquiesce in his decision. your eyes no longer speak a thousand words, just one — okay.

you say it too, okay. muttered in a voice so soft he can barely feel it. that ephemeral tenderness; the accidental kiss he gave you in july, the first time he told you he loved you, and the last time he will. both of which happened only just a few seconds ago.

one beat, two beats - he tries to focus on the rhythm of his heart, hoping it might distract him. calm him down, but it doesn’t. instead, the thumps against his hollow chest quicken - five six seven beats, eight nine ten beats, eleven twelve thirteen beats; erratic.

his second pathetic attempt to redirect his attention to something else - anything else besides you, really - is to scan his surroundings, but the carpeted floor, the broken lamp next to his loveseat sofa, and the picture frames decorating his walls do nothing to quell his worry, so his gaze shifts back to you.

you aren’t crying, but you’re so close to it. the impending doom that comes in the form of you leaving is so close, barely a few sentences away from occurring. it’s his fault, he’s aware of that, but it doesn’t make him immune to the situation. it hurts even more, honestly, because the minute you expect something you’re never really free from it, and then when it does happen, you really never will be free from it — this will reach the deepest and most unsalvageable areas of his heart and linger there.

and it will be his fault.

“i’m sorry.”

it’s all he says, because it’s all he feels. there’s a thought inside his mind, hidden in a corner, tucked away from view; from himself as well. most definitely from you too. it hasn’t resurfaced yet, but it will soon.

aside from the tell-tale sadness that clouds your features, there’s no other opening. he can’t read you or arrive at any conclusion, because you don’t say anything to him in return, you don’t even move.

the lack of reaction genuinely perturbs him; it fills him a sense of fear he can’t quite pinpoint yet. he isn’t a stranger to loss, whether or not it’s someone or something, but still. for some reason, this is different.

it’s different because it’s you.

he gulps; swallowing those emotions away before moving closer to you. until you’re only inches away from one another. this proximity is dangerous, you realize. his presence is incredibly overwhelming - he’s always been shining. always stood out amongst a crowd; the diamond in a rough - and while that was never a problem in the past, it is now. it’s suffocating. you don’t want to be here.

“i’m sorry,” he repeats, this time a little more desperate.

the strain in his voice is uncharacteristic.

your heart twinges at the apology, but you don’t budge. seconds stretch into what feels like an eternity, and your silence speaks volumes; it gives him an answer he doesn’t want to accept. the only thing he can hear is the sound of your heartbeat, or his own - he can’t tell - but they’re both rapid and uncontrollable. unceasing; a proof of both of your existences. unceasing; a ticking time bomb leading one towards an inevitable death.

it’s unbearable.

“please say something,” he begs. and then tries placing his shaky hands on your shoulders, most likely to root you in place, as if that would make any difference. but you swat them away before he gets the chance to do so, and you create a little space between the two of you in the process.

it was such a tiny shift in distance, and yet, subjectivity it was far too much for him. so immensely crippling. he could already feel you slipping away from his grasp. it was the same way water spills out of a leak hole — slowly but definitely, always and eventually.

you inhale shakily and exhale all the fight left in you, trying to regain your composure. there’s no reason to push him away anymore, you think. from this moment onwards he will be nothing more than a lesson; a consequence, of some sorts. a memory that will grow weaker and more distant by the day.

part of you had always known it would end up like this; with one of you leaving. whether it was you or him didn’t matter, someone was always going to leave.

you knew it then, you still know it now.

the only thing you don’t know is who is doing the leaving. will it be you or was it him? does leaving necessarily equate to walking away after shutting the door or could it be emotionally withdrawing oneself from a situation?

you figure you shouldn’t care anymore.

you have loved him for as long as you can remember, and not once has he ever chosen you. it is far too much for you to handle — and so you start it; the end, the goodbyes, the finalities.

“rin,” you say, hoping to be firm, but the name spills out in a choked, hopeless whimper. a testament to the profound anguish you didn’t want to reveal just yet. this is going to be much more difficult than you thought it would be, but you will yourself to continue anyways.

“it’s okay rin,” you tell him. dishonest. “i don’t mind. i can’t force you to love me.” a total lie, but a necessary one.

“i do love you, i just—“ can’t be with you. can’t put you over my career. can’t be tied down.

“don’t even explain,” you interrupt, voice taut with what seems to be more bitterness rather than anger. “i already know what you’re going to say, and i get it, so just stop.”

don’t rub salt into the wound. don’t add insult to injury.

don’t make this hurt more than it already does.

the thought of it is too much. you can’t handle it. not right now, at least. maybe hours later, when you’re shit faced drunk - in a befuddled state that will prove to be more useful than troublesome in this case. so intoxicated that you feel nothing but the waves of nausea that always follow drinking more than three shots of tequila.

without another word, you pivot on your heel, turning your back on him as you try to leave the room, which proves to be a futile attempt when he calls out your name in a fit of panic.

even though you don’t want to, you still do; you halt in your steps, turning to face him — because that’s just the effect he has on you.

“you’re leaving?” he asks, even though the answer is already obvious. did he expect you to stay? did he think you were strong enough for that?

“yeah.”

“like, really leaving?”

it isn’t difficult to catch on to the implications of his question. you pause, trying to appear hesitant in your actions even though you’re grounded in this decision.

“…yeah.”

“does it have to be like this?”

“you made it like this,” you remind him.

“i didn’t have a choice.”

“you did.” you still do. “and you didn’t choose me. i’m not going to hurl a vase or yell at you for it, so i’m just going to go. i don’t hate you, by the way. i just- i just can’t do this.” be so close to you and know i can never have you.

maybe it’s selfish.

no, it definitely is. it’s selfish to leave him because you couldn’t have him. it’s selfish to have thought that clinging to his side like a vine on a trellis would eventually make him love you — and he does love you, apparently, just not enough to choose you.

“can’t we at least be friends?”

he is also selfish, it seems.

“don’t ask me that.”

“is it impossible?”

“i don’t know anymore rin.”

“are you okay with this?”

“are you?”

“i don’t have a choice.”

you want to say it again: you do. you still do. and then add another thing — so choose me, because it’s all you feel. choose me, so i don’t have to leave you. i don’t want it either. i don’t want to leave you.

but you choose to keep those words in your heart and you shake your head instead. “you will never understand,” you tell him.

he never will.

“i don’t want to hurt you.”

the laugh that follows is sardonic, with undertones of hurt; something you don’t mean to do, but let out anyway. maybe out of instinct to protect yourself, or to preserve any sliver of dignity you have left.

“so do i,” you say.

“but we’re both going to do it to each other anyway.”

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kawaii-angelanne · 1 year

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like, like like?

pairing: itoshi rin x gn! reader

warnings: none (it’s fluff yay) he might be occ though but i don’t care because he’s always gonna be babygirl to me

a/n: this was so half assed im sorry there will probably be mistakes or it might sound … bad … but my account was dying and i needed to write something so here you go LOL anyway. thanks @aanobrain for the word ENIGMA. thanks. credit to art. i guess. for enigma i guess.

Rin is an enigma. He's like a puzzle, except one piece is always missing and so frustratingly unwilling to be found. He’s predictable, yet at the same time unpredictable. For example, you know he’s impassive to almost everything - predictable - but what you never would have imagined was him having a soft spot for the stray cat that stays near the school entrance - unpredictable. So very unpredictable.

He visits her everyday before class, and you’re sure of it because you always catch him in the act; making incredibly uncharacteristic faces at her while crouching down. Sometimes you’ll see him opening his lunchbox just to leave her a piece of food, which is usually chicken breast.

It’s too conspicuous to leave unnoticed, so even when you’re half-asleep, rubbing at your bleary eyes, you can’t miss it. Also, it was far too adorable to just ignore the indifferent boy being so gentle with the tiny kitten. Stroking her fur while she’s all rolled up into a ball or rubbing the top of her head and then laughing when she yawns.

Today is no exception to that.

“Hey kitty kitty,” he cooes, beckoning her into his arms. As always, she ignores him until he takes out his lunch box. She’s selfish, and she always has an ulterior motive, but he doesn’t seem to mind; not at all.

There’s a soft smile on his face when he sees her bunting on his leg. He whispers so cute and plays with her for around five more minutes before entering the school.

You’re greeted with this same scene every single day, and it usually happens at five thirty in the morning. You have yet to figure out why he arrives at school this early — because unlike you, he doesn’t have student council duties to attend to, and soccer training always happens after class. Either way, there’s no need to pry any further; you don’t know him well, and you have no intentions on trying to change that.

He’s just a classmate; nothing more, nothing less. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for a while, but knowing that there was a side of him no one else has witnessed fills you with an unusual sense of pride.

In some ways, you felt guilty. Like a stalker, especially because you never, never, go inside the building until he does. Following his course of actions, though innocent, was undeniable creepy, but the problem was that you didn’t know how to go past him without making him feel uncomfortable. He had a reputation of being stoic, and you were afraid that he might stop if he knew someone had noticed this side of him.

The thing is, he did notice. He always has, and he never really minded it. Sure, it was a little weird, and definitely creepy to some extent, but if you had no harmful intention then there was no reason to pay attention or be cautious of you. So the two of you settled into this routine where you hid behind the gates while he played with her. Then, when he was finally done, he’d enter the school and you’d follow five minutes later - just so it wasn’t suspicious.

Every day was like that. Until one day, with a curiosity filled to the brim, he asks:

“Do you always just stand there and watch?”

At this moment, you genuinely wish the earth would swallow you whole. It’s humiliating getting caught, and it’s even more embarrassing when you realize that he’s always been aware of your presence; that you’ve been watching him all this time. It’s horrifying. You’re mortified, and you can’t say anything else besides an overflow of apologies.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be weird, I just didn’t know what to say or do and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Right now, the look on his face seems more like a glare than a blank stare, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. You’re about to let out another string of apologies to beg for his forgiveness and understanding, but he’s quick to interrupt you.

“I’m not mad. It’s just…why are you there? Do you not like cats?”

“I do,” you tell him, a little cautious.

“Then come here.” Rin beckons you towards him and then points to the kitten lying on the ground.

As quick as it came, the panic is gone. You deflate, shoulders slumping as you relax your body before making your way towards them. You crouch down beside him, and even though it feels a little bit uncomfortable being near him, it’s not so bad.

“She’s cute,” you point out.

He hums while nodding. “I’ve been taking care of her for a while,” he explains, and then carries her into his arms to give you a closer look.

“Do you want to hold her?” he asks.

You shake your head, but your expression doesn’t hide the fact that you actually want to. He can see it in how your eyes light up everytime she makes a sound.

“She’s doesn’t bite or scratch. Promise,” he tries, and who are you to say no? An excited smile takes over your face as you open up your arms while he places her in your grasp, only to be wiped off when you find out that he lied.

She does bite and scratch, just not him.

You wouldn’t exactly say that the two of you were friends, probably just acquaintances, really. While you would occasionally talk to him outside of class, the time you spent with Rin was mostly limited to taking care of the kitten. You didn’t know much about him either, just the things everyone else knew; he played soccer and his brother was on the road to becoming some hotshot athlete.

Nothing really changed, aside from the fact that you were no longer watching him, but with him instead. Though, even that didn’t give you any sort of privilege to know him better, which is something you found out you wanted within time. You just weren’t sure how to bring it up, or if he even wanted the same thing, so you backed down from those ideas, and brushed them aside before telling yourself to be content with what you had.

You weren’t really good at hiding it, though. Just because you kept those thoughts to yourself didn’t mean that it wasn’t obvious how much you wanted otherwise.

Days passed, stretching into weeks, which turned into months, and before you knew it, it was already winter. You and Rin have been attending to the kitten’s every need for a while now, but the freezing weather was too harsh on her. It was already too much for the two of you, how would she get through it? Unlike both of you, she didn’t have an extra article of clothing for any semblance of warmth. She didn’t even have a home.

But for every problem, there was always a solution.

During a particularly cold morning, as she was shivering inside his coat, Rin decided that he was going to adopt her.

It was no surprise, but you still found yourself asking him why.

“I’ve taken care of her for a while, so I don’t see any reason for me not to. My mom said it would be fine as long as I’m responsible. Plus, I’m a little attached to her. I don’t think I could give her away to anyone else…”

You get it, you really do. She deserves a home, and to be taken care of by someone like Rin, who has always been so careful and gentle towards her. But a part of you is also disappointed, because you know that without her there’s no reason to approach him anymore. It’s selfish thinking, so you push it aside, and opt for teasing him instead to try and erase the stirred up emotion inside you.

You didn’t like him anyway.

Not like that at least, you think.

“Have you decided on what to name her?”

“Maybe chicken.”

“Chicken?”

“It’s what I fed her the first time I met her, so yeah.”

“That’s a weird name, but okay I guess.”

“I don’t know.” He flails his arms. “It’s my first time doing this, leave me alone.”

True to his word, Rin really adopted her. After winter break, you no longer found her lying around the school premises. You also found out, or theorized at least, that the reason he came by school so early in the morning was to see her. Now, he arrives at school around six twenty. Sometimes even later than that.

You try telling yourself that you don’t really care. After all, he was just a classmate; nothing more, nothing less, but admittedly, it’s been lonely without him, and chicken, if he really named her that. You’re hoping he didn’t.

At least you aren’t strangers with him, though. He says hi to you in the hallways, asks for a spare eraser or pen in class, and sometimes has lunch with you, which is always incredibly awkward and silent. You aren’t sure why he’s doing that, but you figure he might feel bad for taking chicken away from you, so you let him continue whatever it is he’s doing, assuming he might stop it sooner or later.

But he doesn’t, and you don’t understand him or your feelings anymore. Everytime he talks to you, you want to talk to him even more, but everytime you think of doing that, you realize that there’s nothing to talk about. There are only so many conversations you can milk out of the topic of a kitten.

You don’t know how to fill the gap separating the two of you; you don’t even know how he feels about you, and so, unconsciously, instead of drifting towards him to try to understand his emotions, you drift away from him. And he notices this, the same way he noticed you hiding behind the gates and the way your gaze has been lingering on him for a while now.

He was confused, and so lost, because he thought you wanted to be with him - as friend or more, he’d be happy either way - but now he’s not so sure. And unlike your hiding behind the gate, this one felt like it held a harmful intention; like you were trying to hurt him, even though you were not. So much that he couldn’t prevent pulling you by the back of your uniform to keep you in the classroom after you were all dismissed.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do that, but it worked, and he needed you to listen because you kept running away from him.

“Do you not like me?” he asks, and it’s so sudden that you have no idea how to reply. Your eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets as you soak in the weight of his words; the gravity of his question.

Did he seriously just ask you that? And if he did then what did he mean? Was it just like or like like? What did he expect you to say to that, really…?

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

It’s useless, but it’s something.

The lack of a solid response makes his eyebrows knit in annoyance. He was never good at understanding his feelings, and he never tried to investigate the complexities of his emotions, much less others’. You were an exception, though, yet even then he couldn’t understand anything.

“I mean-” he pauses, thinking , nervous, then takes a deep breath before continuing. “Do you not like me too? Why are you avoiding me? I don’t understand what I did.”

“What do you mean too?”

“Do you not like me?”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes!”

“Like, like like?” you whisper, a little shy.

It takes him a moment to understand what you mean, but once he does, he’s red cheeks and widened eyes.

You might have broken him.

“I don’t know…” he trails off. A small smile appears on his face, pulled tight at the corners under the weight of his uncertainty. “I mean yeah,” he decides, every trace of doubt leaving his body. “It’s the only reason I’m feeling this way.”

“What do you mean?”

And then he’s frowning. “I mean like…I don’t know. You just don’t talk to me anymore. Did I do something wrong?”

“What?”

“I don’t know with you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say.

“Then why won’t you talk to me anymore? I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks but you’ve been completely ignoring me.”

“I’m not.” You deny, because technically it’s true; you aren’t initiating anything with him, but you aren’t avoiding him either, so you’re innocent. In some way or another.

“I don’t know.” He looks genuinely upset now. “Was I the only one who thought we were friends?” The frown on his face is impossible to ignore, and even though it hurts your pride to admit this, you still do.

“It’s not that. I just didn’t think you wanted to be friends with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, why would you? I thought you were only talking to me because of chicken.”

“No? Are you stupid? Do you think I’d seriously talk to you every single day because of a cat?”

“I mean…I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“Well, doubt it then,” he tells you, and you nod in compliance, because what reason has he given you to doubt him? Maybe you were just stupid, or completely oblivious, because now that you’re thinking about it, you realize that he really has been making an effort to reach out to you, even in the smallest ways.

“So…” you start. “You like me then?”

While he already said that he did, you wanted to hear it again. Just for the confirmation; some sort of reassurance that he didn’t say it because he was confused or desperate.

If it was a spur of the moment thing, you’d understand, but you’re hoping it wasn’t, because honestly, you like him too, as much as you’ve been trying to deny it.

He blushes, and then slowly nods his head.

“Like, like like?” you tease.

“Yeah,” he says. “Like, like like.”

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kawaii-angelanne · 1 year

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lack of love | s.r.

A/N: This one been in the drafts for a while.

Synopsis: You and Suna have an agreement, but you overstep, and he doesn’t like that.

Genre: Angst, fluff, fwb!AU

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: timeskip!Suna x f!reader, fb!Suna x f!reader,

Word count: 4.7k

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You lay in bed, your head on his bare chest while a loose sheet is draped over you, feet intertwined and his hand twirling your hair. This seems completely normal and something anyone would swoon over, especially with the way you think Suna is looking at you.

But it’s not.

“You think that if I do that to Atsumu he’d be upset with me?”

“Uh, Rin, I think he’s absolutely loathe you.” You shake your head at him. “He would not like it if you play a prank to sabotage his relationship with her.”

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[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

maybe it was cruel of you to think so, but the hurt look on sakusa’s face as you ignored him was satisfactory, and his attempts of getting you to acknowledge him were almost amusing.

he tried with the classic ‘tighten the jars’, ultimately failing as he watched you easily twist them open and shut them even tighter, causing him to struggle. it moved to the cliché ‘hide your things around’, which also utterly failed when you easily found them. he tossed a few things above shelves and cabinets so it’s impossible for you to get, promising himself that he will figure out how the fuck to get it himself once you ask him, but you remained unfazed.

you could easily see his desperation increase, and you stood your ground despite how he had no idea what exactly he had done until he walked over to where you sat on the couch, laptop on your lap, and slumped on the ground. you sucked in a calming breath when he carefully moved your laptop aside and grabbed your hand, but he only carefully linked your fingers, staring up at you with soft eyes and a troubled frown.

“at least tell me what i did, my love.”

you stared into his eyes for a few seconds before you unlinked one hand and reached into your pocket, calmly pulling out two small velvet boxes. his body froze before he hesitantly accepted the one your fingers held out, letting go of your other hand as he carefully opened it, revealing the gift. immediately, his eyes widened as he looked up, and you stared back at him blankly. “is that…”

“a promise ring.” you continued calmly. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, then back down, then back up, all with wide eyes, and you only avoided his eyes. “i was supposed to give it to you yesterday, on the dinner i planned for us for our anniversary, the one you didn’t show up for.”

you didn’t have to look at him to see the way his face paled and eyes widened, body stilling. you only sighed softly, placing the second velvet box aside as you moved to the side and stood up, glancing down at him. he was unmoving, eyes still staring where you sat. “i’m not even upset that you didn’t remember our anniversary, i know you don’t really care about it, but you could have let me know you weren’t coming with even a text. i waited three hours in your favorite restaurant, kiyoomi.”

when he gave no reaction, you sighed and glanced down at your watch. “i’ll go get coffee, be back in a few.”

with that, you slipped your shoes on and left, hearing a simple ‘fuck.’ echoing as the door got shut.

seeing you didn’t exactly weren’t eager to get back quickly, you decided to run a few errands after buying your coffee to busy your thoughts, unaware of how much time had truly slipped until you noticed the sky getting darker, realizing that it may be time to get home.

the last thing you expected to find once you did was your boyfriend slumped on the kitchen floor, knees tugged up to his chest and face buried in his arm, muffled sniffles escaping him. you dropped the bags you held with an audible thud, accidentally causing sakusa to flinch, peaking from above his arm and at you, eyes widened before a light sob escaped his lips.

you didn’t even realize the mess around him until you were avoiding stepping on kitchen supplies as you rushed towards him, quickly kneeling to be on his level as you watched his eyes fill up with more tears. “kiyo, what’s wrong? are you hurt? what happened?”

he let out a loud sob when he attempted to speak, and you moved closer to him, quickly pulling him into your arms, heart breaking at way he immediately clutched into your shirt, burying his face in your chest as he pulled you impossibly closer.

it took a few seconds of whispering sweet nothings into his ear and running your hand through his soft hair until his sobs had calmed into soft sniffles, and he finally lifted himself away from you, eyes immediately tearing up again once he glanced down at your shirt. “i ruined your shirt.”

“it’s okay, i promise,” you immediately rushed out. he glanced at you, lips quivering, and you pulled him close again, his head falling on your shoulder. “i promise, kiyo, i could not care less about this shirt right now, okay? you’re my top priority. what happened? was it because i left? i didn’t—“

“it’s not.” he mumbled, burying his face into your shirt yet again. you patiently waited, and he shakily breathed out after a few seconds. “after… after you left, i was very angry at myself and wanted to make it up to you by making you your favorite meal for dinner.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “but kiyo, you can’t cook.”

“i know!” he cried out. “i thought it was easy, but it’s not, and i accidentally lit up the stove on fire and broke our cabinet and our kitchen table and i got jam on the fucking ceiling and— are you fucking giggling?!”

“‘m sorry,” you immediately apologized, but the genuineness got cut off with another snicker you couldn’t hold in, and he pulled away, offended. “i’m seriously sorry, kiyo, genuinely, please carry on.”

his shoulders drooped. “i just… i wanted to make something nice for you, you have been so patient with me even though i am not the best boyfriend there is, and i just kept fucking everything up. all that went through my head was why would you even stay with me when you have so much reasons to leave and— did you just flick my forehead?”

“yeah.” you hummed, looking around until a box of tissues came into your view, and you leaned over to snatch a couple, turning back to your confused sulking boyfriend. you gently grabbed his face, starting to carefully wipe the purple jam off his face. “you’re stupid, kiyo, i would never leave you. you may be a very dumb asshole sometimes, but you’re my asshole. so, let’s ignore this mess for now, you get up, go take a shower and get dressed so we can grab dinner and you can give me a simple sane apology, okay?”

he slowly nodded, face softening into an emotion you couldn’t figure out as you pulled yourself up, helping him up as well. he pulled you closer to him and grabbed your face before you could walk away, pushing your lips together and pulling back after a few seconds, eyes soft. “i love you.”

“i love you.” you murmured back. he gave you a soft smile, before he suddenly froze when his eyes landed on something behind you, and you arched an eyebrow. “kiyo?”

“uh, remember when i insisted we buy white furniture because we are two clean responsible adults who can handle themselves?”

“…jam?”

“jam.”

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i know sakusa is ooc i just simply do not care fr 💯

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Rin doesn't remember the first time he met you.

Mostly because he was so young he was still in diapers but more importantly, whenever he's asked, it's because you failed to make an impression of any kind.

You've always just sort of been there.

A blurry smudge that exists on the periphery of his awareness.

Parties. Celebrations. Festivals.

Anytime his mother would drag him to an event which your mother was also attending he would inevitably catch a glimpse of you, not that you showed anymore interest in interacting with him than he did with you.

And then BLUELOCK happened and, after everything with Sae, he was just...worn out.

Throw in a couple of 'relationships' that were really nothing more than extended hookups and definitely more trouble than anything else and he was burned out.

Done.

Done with people.

Done with anything that wasn't soccer.

He lived to exist on the pitch and on the pitch alone.

And then he met you.

Really met you.

Away from your overbearing families he crossed your path you were like a crisp fall breeze at the end of fall.

You recognized him, knew him

but didn't care.

You didn't scurry away from his intensity or begin to obsessively orbit him in an attempt to draw some reaction out of him for validation.

You were the first person who wasn't affected by him in exactly the way he needed.

How easy it had been, falling into bed with you.

You who hadn't asked anything of him.

You who, in stark contrast to the point-obsessed, power-hungry pro-athletes he was surrounded by everyday, was content to just live and let him be.

He may not remember the first time he ever met you but that first time he met you in the real world as your own person…you looked at him with knowing and chose indifference.

You've become a refuge for him and he's not sure how he's going to handle this if it's the end.

"Rin?"

He looks up to see you and Osamu already inside your small but undeniably--though-he'll-never-admit-it--comfortable apartment. Worry creases your brow as you watch him expectantly holding the door open.

Nothing feels different when he crosses the threshold and he's not sure what to think of that.

Osamu glances between the two of you. "I'm gonna...give ya both some space ta talk..."

He kisses the side of your head as he walks past and lets himself into your bathroom.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" you ask as the shower starts with a squeak and Rin loiters awkwardly.

"No." He hasn't even taken off his coat or set down his bag; if you're going to cut him loose he'd rather you just do it--

"Rin," you sigh. "I would ask what you're thinking but I don't imagine you're one for talking about that kind of stuff..." You shrug at yourself. "And we don't really have that kind of...dynamic."

Rin scowls. "I was just thinking that if you don't want me to come around anymore just spit it out."

You straight up, head tilting in confusion. "Is that what you think is happening?"

"Yes." He throws a dark look at the closed bathroom door. "You're clearly preoccupied."

A dozen things pass through your normally indifferent gaze; so many emotions that Rin starts to wonder if, after all this time, maybe you haven't been indifferent...just guarded.

"One of the reasons I really like spending time with you Rin," you ignore his sass, "is because you're blunt. Direct. And it means I can be that way, too. So yes: Osamu and I are together," --you quickly hold up a finger-- "but I was clear that I didn't want to end things between you and I."

Rin feels a shiver of delight down the back of his spine, like hearing a laugh down a dark hallway, but he remains rigid. "What."

You gesture your finger between the two of you. "Whatever this is...I know it's not a complete relationship, Rin, but that's something I want. It's taken me a while...getting out of my house...figuring things out...finding my way...But I have a better idea of the things that I want now. I want to be loved. I want to love someone. And as much as I enjoy sleeping with you, I know you aren't interested in those things. At least, not now. Not with me."

Rin snorts, looking away from your wry smile.

"I know you, Rin. And even though you haven't wanted those things before...well," you shrug again, "I don't think it's impossible for you to ever want those things."

"What are you saying?" he asks with an almost sneer.

"I'm saying," you answer with all the patience of a preschool teacher, "I would enjoy things to continue between us for as long as we're both enjoying it."

"And him?" he scowls at the bathroom door again.

"He's fine with it," you shrug. "In some ways I think 'Samu's grateful. He knows running his restaurant in it's early stages right now takes as much, if not more, time and energy as a relationship. So knowing I've got someone else I can..." you gesture between the two of you with a cheeky smirk that makes Rin roll his eyes, "...It takes some pressure off of him."

"And when his restaurant doesn't need all that time and energy?"

"OooOOo," you crow, "look who's reading into things now."

Rin scoffs, not completely repulsed by your teasing but crossing his arms in a failed attempt to remain unphased.

You wave a hand in front of your face. "Let's not worry too much about the future. Yeah? I want to just enjoy this moment...And who knows." You gesture widely. "Maybe you'll find someone you do want more from."

"Unlikely." He scowls down at you but you fold your hands behind your back, sauntering up to him. "What do you get out of this?"

"Aside from access to your absolute killer bod?" you say knowing it won't affect him and it doesn't; you give him a warm smile that he doesn't hate. "We may not love each other, Rin...but I do care about you. In some strange way that's as weird as you are--"

"Hey!"

You give him a flat look with pursed lips. "You know you're a little maniac deep down. Even if most people don't."

He looks away scowling.

"I do care about you, Rin," you say in a soft voice not expecting anything in return.

And maybe it's just that you don't expect anything...that you've always been the comfortable ambiguous entity in his life...the place where he can truly just be...that he realizes he's grown up. Just a little bit.

Just enough to realize that in his own strange, weird way

he cares about you, too.

"Okay."

Your brow lifts like you're really surprised by what he has to say. "Okay?"

He nods, arms slowly uncrossing to cup your face as your eyes light up. "We can keep doing this."

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please help we're desperate

i have to remake this post one more time because it's been a nightmare lately and our financial situation has gotten worse.

we currently have no money to pay for our bills and we might face eviction, we're really scared and we can barely buy groceries because money is really tight and unfortunately we're a large family, i currently have no job and i'm still looking for anything but no one has called me back yet sigh we're desperate praying for a miracle

paypal / kofi

if you can spare something it would mean the world to me and my family, if you can't please just reblog this post!

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CHAPTER 1.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. bullying, angst, he’s just a dick

A/N. first chapter!!! Sorry if updates are inconsistent ^^

-> MASTERLIST.

The hallways of Inarizaki High were either a nightmare or a nice little hangout spot depending on who you were. But unfortunately for you, the hallways were a nightmare.

The noisiness of all the students passing by, the scolding by almost each and every teacher, and the one and only... Atsumu. He was the shining star of the school. The golden student. Everyone was friends with him, and he was friends with everyone.

“Watch where you’re going.”

Everyone...except you.

His voice was the siren before a storm, and when you had bumped into his shoulder on accident he nearly yelled. “Is it really that hard to not bump into people?” He asked sternly.

You refused to look up at him, so you just kept your eyes towards the ground.

“Not my fault you were walking in the middle...” you mumbled under your breath, low enough so he couldn’t fully hear, but you heard him laugh.

“What’d ya say?” Atsumu nudged your torso, causing you to stumble back a bit. You were already garnering people’s attention, and you didn’t like that.

“Okay, okay, ‘Tsumu don’t get all riled up.” This person’s voice was a more comforting, gentler voice. Osamu softly placed a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t hurt her, either.”

You looked up to see a warm smile, watching as he gave you a somewhat reassuring nod before moving his brother along. You could hear Atsumu scoff under his breath before he continued walking down the hallway.

For some odd reason, Atsumu hated you. So every time he saw you, he decided to torment you with his actions and words.

It could be simply calling you degrading names to messing with your books or your backpack. He did whatever he could to piss you off and get a reaction, even if it was a little too extreme. He didn’t care if you cried either, if anything, he almost seemed more content when you cried afterwards.

When you attempted to call him names back or tried to retaliate in some way, Atsumu would simply laugh.

“Sorry about that, I seriously tell him to stop but I don’t know what’s his problem-”

“Osamu, it’s fine, really. I’m used to it at this point. Can’t really do anything about it.” You gave him a weak smile.

Yet, as many times as you told Osamu it was fine, it wasn’t.

Atsumu’s venomous words got you time and time again. They reached into the deepest parts of your sensitive heart and poked at it raggedly. The tears you held in, along with the façade you kept up, came crashing down once you were alone.

All of the humiliating memories of him embarrassing you in front of classmates came flooding into your mind at once; him “accidentally” spilling chocolate milk on you in the middle of the cafeteria, or him sticking his foot out to trip you once you were finished with a presentation. It all came back in an instant, reminding you of how horrible Atsumu was and always has been towards you.

But what more could you do? Everyone loved Atsumu, and you were just the unfortunate person who was the victim of his ruthless actions.

Every once in a while a brave soul would step in to (attempt to) stop him, but what good was that when he would just do it again the next day and the day after?

———

All you do is mind your business. Try to, at least.

Yet, all you get in return is torment. Day after day, you’d think he would have gotten bored by it after 3 years, but somehow he always finds another way to fuck up your day. But perhaps this time was the final straw.

You were on your way to grab your math notes from Aki, who you had lent them to. You had understood her urgency when she begged you to let her see yours, the quiz for these notes would count for a majority of your grade, after all.

So that’s why you were confused when you had come up to her and she was empty-handed.

Pure confusion showed on your face, “What did you do with them then?”

“I–I…” She let out a nervous laugh, “Miya-san had asked me to see them– Atsumu….”

Your eyes widened. Did you hear that correctly? And she….

“And so… you gave it to him?” you tried not to allow your voice to waver. “Why would you..”

She– everyone– knew how he treated you. Why would she give it to him?

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N! He just snatched it from me! I didn’t mean to!”

You were hesitant to believe her, but the sorry look on her face convinced you otherwise.

Releasing the tension from your shoulders, you sighed. “It’s.. It’s alright, I’ll just…” Without finishing your sentence, you gave her a half-assed smile before walking away.

You weighed your options. One being, you rewrite those 4 pages of notes, and the second being you go up to Atsumu Miya and hope he can find it somewhere in his cruel heart to just give you back your notes.

The exam was tomorrow, and fuck, you worked hard on those notes.

That’s how you found yourself marching through the hallways, head turning each and every way as you tried to find him. Your legs came to a slow halt as you saw that familiar blonde hair hanging out with a group of guys near the water fountain.

Your movements became more hesitant as you got closer, a lump growing in your throat. His glance caught onto you, a smile making its way onto his face as he turned towards you.

“The hell do ya want?”

“Give it back,” you gave no context, because he’s smart enough to know what you’re talking about.

He raised an eyebrow in amusement before he opened his bag up, pulling out papers that are presumably the notes. “These?”

Your chest tightened, by the look on his face you knew he was up to no good.

“Y-Yeah, I need it,” you stuttered, and then pathetically added, “Please,”

For a moment, a split one, you see his muscles untense, his face relax. But that was only for a moment.

Because even as your feet attempt to carry you closer to him, all it took was one more moment for him to crumble up your hard work and toss it into the water fountain, like it was nothing.

Like you didn’t try to be civil about asking for it. Like you didn’t work your ass off on those notes. Like it didn’t hurt to be kind to you once after these 3 years of consistent torture.

At this point, you wouldn’t have even cared if he copied down all of your notes and used it for himself and the whole student body. But this. Now this was just the cherry on top.

You were frozen in your spot. A mere 3 feet away from him. You felt the stares of those passing by locked onto you, whispers coming from all directions.

Atsumu let out a laugh, “What? Gonna cry?”

And as much as you wanted to prove him wrong, that you won’t cry despite the situation, you couldn’t. The bitter tears fell, and continued to fall down your cheeks. He smiled with content at your agony. It made you want to wipe that grin off his smug face with a slap, but again, you couldn’t.

“Ha, pathetic,” he added before he turned back to his friends, as if you were just an ant he had stomped on and his actions were minor.

Your feet moved on their own, tired of the public humiliation you just went through. They took you through many hallways, multiple flights of stairs before you made it to a bathroom.

You looked pathetic. Trails of tears were left on your cheeks, eyes puffy from crying, nose sniffling as you tried to catch your breath.

You were sick of this: sick of having to put up with this for all of highschool, sick of everyone turning a blind eye to what was happening, sick of him.

Graduation was less than two weeks away, and you couldn’t wait until the day came for you to finally leave this school once and for all— away from all the distress.

Specifically and most importantly, to be away from Atsumu Miya.

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luis. (sweet talk)

note: fem. reader. implied to be latina/hispanic; no physical features are mentioned. can also simply pass as a spanish speaker. spanish was kindly corrected by @angi-writes-filth ; translations are included at the end for your convenience.

“¿dime, chula, qué pasa entre usted y el oficial?”

his question has leon turning to you with a serious curiosity, no doubt hoping you’d translate something useful. unfortunately for him, and for you, it’s nothing more than what luis hopes will turn into flirtatious banter.

you shake your head at your partner, leaving him unconvinced. you hope his meager grasp of spanish keeps him from understanding too much. “¿qué con que?” you beck your head at luis, who grins upon receiving your attention. “es mi socio, nada más.”

your coy reply does not escape him. at once he slinks to your side, playful gray eyes flicking about your pretty face. “parece que le caes muy bien, ¿eh? te ha cuidado más que a la niñita.” he bumps shoulders, a teasing gesture. gets you rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your lips.

across the room of the safehouse, ashley looks on with girlish interest, her brows raising suggestively at the sight of you two so close. you send her a face, a code between young women, that has her fighting back a laugh.

leon, ever responsible, busies himself by placing whatever broken wooden planks he finds onto the dirty glass windows by the entrance door. you catch him glancing ever so often back at where you stand, unable to hide the wary way he eyes the man cozying up beside you. you ponder luis’s words.

“quiero pensar que somos amigos. los amigos se necesitan quererse, ¿no?” you reiterate, shifting your weight opposite of him. a thrill runs up your heart when he inches closer, intentions all too obvious.

“eso es lo que quiero saber, cariña. usted, el chaval, sólo sois amigos, ¿verdad?”

“vaya…estás muy interesando en él. ¿por qué me hablas a mi?”

“supongo que quiero saber si tengo una chance, ¿que mas?” luis chuckles, moves to prop his shoulder onto the wall behind you, one arm loosely caging you, the other resting on his hip. “y, pues, la cosa es…” he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “que difícil ignorar a alguien tan hermosa.”

heat rises up your face, a trained façade breaking as you laugh him off, unable to stop from smiling this time. luis hovers, incredibly pleased, watching from up close how your beauty lights up. he lingers even when you give him a lighthearted shove, stammering an excuse of having to check upstairs for supplies.

he lays back against the wall, feels the vibrations of your heels clicking up the stairs. knows you won’t find anything, anyway — if you weren’t so flustered, you’d remember he had already gone up there to check as soon as the group arrived.

a satisfied smirk refuses to leave his face, despite the severe way leon glares at him from across the room.

“i’m guessing you didn’t share any valuable input?” leon asks curtly, broad shoulders tense.

friends, my ass, luis thinks. he throws his hands up innocently, appearing clueless to leon’s envy. “no, no, it was. valuable for her to know, at least.” he winks impishly, earning himself a scowl. “c’mon, yanqui, i’m just being friendly, you know?”

though his jaw sets tight, leon says nothing in return, remembering ashley stands not too far from his place near the front door.

“everything’s clear up here.” your voice comes down the stairs before the rest of you does. you pointedly ignore both men eyeing your figure as you make your way to ashley’s side. “there’s a relatively clean bed upstairs if you’d like to rest, sweetie. i know it’s hard to relax in our situation, but i think it’s best you try.”

ashley quirks a brow. i’ll go if you tell me everything.

you offer your hand. well, duh.

“yeah, you’re probably right.” ashley agrees, voice feigning hesitation, placing her hand in yours to lead her away. she gives leon a passing look to gauge his reaction, but can’t seem to look past what she now recognizes as his “cool, calm, agent guy” persona. that, and, he’s a little too occupied watching you walk away to really react.

at least luis shows a little disappointment when you walk by without looking his way, even pouting at the lack of attention. the air sours as the two men are left alone, for plenty of reasons she’s clueless for.

she should really brush up on her spanish when she gets home.

translations below: “tell me, cutie, what’s up with you and the officer?” “what’s with what? he’s my associate, nothing more.” “it looks like he likes you quite a bit. he’s taken more care of you than of the girl.” “i like to think we’re friends. friends have to like each other, don’t they?” “that’s what i’d like to know, sweetheart. you, the guy, you’re just friends, right?” “wow…you’re seriously interested in him. why are you talking to me?” “i guess i wanna know if i have a chance, what else? and, well, the thing is…it’s difficult to ignore someone so beautiful.”

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Imagine Luis using the communicator to call you. Constantly.

“Luis? What’s your status?”

“No bueno, my friend. I’m in a lot of pain.”

Your head immediately snaps up at attention to these words. Leon, who answered the call as the device was on his person, shares your look of alarm and nods in understanding to prepare to come to the Spaniard’s aid.

“Where are you?” Leon inquires, maneuvering the communicator between you two so that you can listen in as well. “How serious are your injuries?”

The man on the other line groans, “I’d say pretty serious. Severe, even.”

Filled with worry, you were about to join the line of questioning until his voice cuts you off before you could utter a sound.

“After all… how does one recover from a lonely heart?”

Leon squints, “…What?”

“I am separated from my light- mi luz! Forced to wander these terrifying, dark corridors alone without any source of warmth and comfort!” In the tiny screen, you can see the man waving his arms around with an exaggerated pout on his face. He looked like he was rehearsing a scene of a play or something. Luis notices your face on his end and smiles widely before releasing an over-the-top gasp and calling you by name. “¿Dónde estás, mi luz? I am suffering without you.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, doing your best to choke down the laugh that was threatening to erupt from your chest. Before reuniting with Leon S. Kennedy, your partner in the mission to retrieve Ashley Graham, you were running around the village with Luis Serra, a man you happened to come across while fighting hordes of infected villagers. Initially, you were suspicious of him, but he proved himself to be a man of good character, chivalrously watching your back and using his intimate knowledge of the area and the terrors that creep within to navigate you both through multiple dangerous encounters.

You and he became close quickly, forging a strong bond during your time together, made easy with the man’s charisma and light-hearted nature. Even in the constant face of danger, Luis would twist the dark ambiance to his playful tune, often making you the muse of his antics if not for the sole purpose to tease a smile upon your face. So what he was doing now was not at all surprising, but the confused and incredulous look upon Leon’s face was priceless.

Just as you were going to point out that it hasn’t at all been that long since you two have separated ways so that you can help Leon relocate Ashley, the blonde agent beside you drops the call with a push of a button. He then throws an inquisitive glare your way.

“What?” you ask.

“Do I dare even ask what the hell that was?” Leon shoots back.

You ponder his question for a moment before answering, “Honestly, it’d save you the headache if you didn’t.”

With that, Leon drops the conversation with a sigh before taking the lead to move on. Little did you both know, it wouldn’t be the last time Luis would call.

The second time he calls, he asks how you and Leon were progressing. And just like the first time, Leon answers, reporting that you were busy cracking at a difficult door puzzle while he kept watch.

“Whoever designed this castle was a real asshole,” the agent comments.

“Agreed,” you sigh. “And whoever took the time to reset these puzzles is an even bigger asshole.”

Luis’ voice chimes in through the static. “Perhaps I can be of some assistance? I am a brilliant man, afterall. Let me have a look, por favor.”

Thinking nothing of it, Leon walks over and faces the screen of the comm to you and the door so that Luis can see what you are working on from behind before you reset the puzzle. You then explain how you got stuck and your theories on what the possible solutions could be. While doing so, Luis hums after each pause, his face showing that of absolute concentration. After you finished and a moment of considerable silence passes, you engage him.

“Well?” you ask. “Any thoughts?”

Luis lifts his hand from his stubbled chin, “Just one.” He points at you, his voice lowers to a husky growl.

“You look particularly ravishing from this angle.”

You were grateful that Leon hung up before Luis can see the blush burning hot on your cheeks. After some time, you managed to solve the puzzle and proceed with the mission although Leon was none too happy with the Spanish man for wasting both of your times.

The third time the communication device goes off, you offer to take it from Leon.

“It’s probably him again. Why don’t I handle this one?”

“No,” he denies, shaking his head. “I still don’t trust him and you don’t need the distraction.”

Instead of being offended at your partner practically casting your professionalism into doubt, you reason with him. “C’mon, Leon. It could be serious this time.”

“Highly doubt it.”

However, more time passes and the device is still beeping. The sound echoes off the walls in taunting pings to the gnawing point where it was practically imprinted into your brains. When Leon couldn’t handle it anymore, he sighs in defeat and pushes the button. Again, he doesn’t hand it to you and greets the dark-haired man himself with an irritated frown.

“This better be good.”

“Depends on your definition of “good”, mi compadre.” Luis too wore a grimace, his voice void of his usual humor. “I’ve relocated one of my hidden caches and uncovered the suppressants you will both need to slow the growth of the plaga within your bodies.”

“Well, damn. That sounds like great news to me.” A wave of relief washes over Leon’s face, probably because Luis finally shared something worthwhile. “So what’s the catch, then?”

“Catch is- there are two different kinds of doses. One dose is a simple needle injection. That will be for you, Leon. Pero, the other…” he trails off, eyes casted with a faraway look while the adam’s apple in his throat bobs. Whatever was on his mind seems difficult to swallow let alone speak aloud.

Curiosity evident in Leon’s expression, he prods him further. “What is it, Luis? Is the other dose dangerous to administer?”

“It can be. The application process has a high probability of being rather intensive. For both the receiver and the administrator.”

You join in, “What do you mean?”

It was only until the words left your mouth did you realize what you just waltzed into.

Upon hearing your words, Luis’ expression changes like day and night, the somber frown flipping into a mischievous smirk. “It is nothing you can’t handle, mi amor. I’m certain. Only that it requires you and I to exchange bodily fluids in-“

Never before have you seen Leon hang up so fast, his hand covering his beet red face. You couldn’t tell if it was out of embarrassment, disgust, or fury for falling for the Spaniard’s antics once again and concluded that it was all at once.

“Let’s… ugh… Let’s just keep going.”

You didn’t put up a fight at the order, fighting off your own set of emotions that stirred from Luis’ shameless teasing. However, not even five steps were taken and the walkie talkie beeps. Leon was livid.

“For fuck’s sake, what now?!”

“Catch you at a bad time, Leon?” A deadpan feminine voice comes through the comms and you swear Leon turned several shades paler.

Leon’s “informant” tipped you off on Ashley’s last sighting and you two wasted no time moving to catch up to her. After fighting another wave of plaga, tensions were running high. So when you two were rushing to navigate around the courtyard, the communicator goes off once more and that became the last straw for Leon. Already fuming, he waited to see the Spaniard’s face on the device before verbally popping off.

“Luis, I swear to god. If the reason you’re calling is to talk about how miserable and lonely you are or make some dumb comment on a certain someone’s assets, I am going to literally throw this walkie talkie off the ramparts,” Leon snarled, his frustration unrestrained. “So I dare you, Luis, I fucking dare you to speak. And it better be god damn important!”

For a moment there was only white noise, then a familiar thick accent finally comes through.

“… I was going to say that I can see you two across the courtyard,” the man reports candidly, “and there’s a swarm of monsters coming in at your three o’clock.”

Sure enough, a horde of giant mutated insects were zooming towards you and Leon. Amidst the countless gunshots and death cries of your enemies, you can hear your fellow agent beside you cursing colorfully to the high heavens as well as the sound of hysterical laughter further in the distance.

When it was all over, the communicator was beeping again. Leon didn’t even bother answering. Instead, he tosses the device over to you without so much as a word or making eye contact. The brief exchange almost made you laugh as you press the button and are greeted by a familiar handsome face whose grey eyes lit up instantly at the sight of you.

“I think you broke the poor man,” you say with an amused, pointed look.

The expression you see in the tiny screen was that of feigned innocent confusion. “¿Perdon? Whatever do you mean? I thought I did my due diligence in warning you two of imminent danger.”

Your ears pick up an irritated groan followed by harsh stomps moving away from your position. You can practically imagine smoke coming out of the blonde’s ears as he created distance, muttering an excuse that he is going to check the perimeter. If not for your respect for the man, you would have rolled over laughing.

Shaking your head, you return your attention back to cause of your partner’s grief. “Alright. Now that’s it just the two of us. What did you really want to say to me, Luis?”

“Nada,” the Spanish man shrugs, throwing you his signature charming grin. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

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“what's this?” you ask, eyeing the carefully packed bag in your hands.

“it's that dress you were eyeing on our date.” rin says casually, scrolling away on his phone.

“the dress i was eyeing?,” your gaze trails off, rewinding your memories back to three days when you had your weekly date with rin. maybe it was after the movie ended, when you decided to look around the shops. you may have let your gaze linger on a particular dress for a mere seconds.

“rin, i glanced at it for like, two seconds.” you say.

“five,” he corrects, “you stared at it for five seconds.”

“okay, five, but you got me this based on that?” you question amusingly.

“i thought you wanted it, you don't like it?” he says tilting his head, a subtle frown stretching on his lips that doesn't go unnoticed by you.

“no, i do like it. but you don't have to get me everything i just look at.” you smile sweetly, bringing a hand to caress his cheeks and letting your fingers graze his lips.

“but you looked at it for five seconds.”

“....”

“i also got you that perfume you said smelled nice.”

“rin...”

rin as a super observant bf who gets u whatever your eyes linger on for more than a second (¯▿¯)

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emergency contact!

chapter fifteen: it’s my first day here

summary: when your ex receives a call in the dead of the night, telling him you’re in the hospital, he’s puzzled as to what that has to do with him, until you tell him you haven’t removed him as your emergency contact yet

a/n: THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY I WILL TRY TO WRITE IT BETTER NEXT TIME BUT IM LITERALLY HAVING THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK RIGHT NOW

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An annoying duo of white and purple mops of hair.

Reo and Nagi look at you as if you aren't in the same room; as if they're invisible and you can't sense their piercing gazes. New flash, you do, and you aren't sure if they're trying to be obvious or if they're just horrible at being discreet, but what you do know is that sooner or later they're going to burn a hole into your head.

After moving to stand beside you, Kunigami leans against the counter and asks you in a whisper: "Do you know them?" Only to receive a shoulder shrug in return. While you technically do, it’s not enough, so you feign confusion. It wouldn't make a difference anyway, and it would be far too complicated to explain things to someone you just met two hours ago.

You pull a scoop from a tub of warm water, clicking it a few times before placing it back down and turning towards him. "Are they regulars?" you ask, because you aren't sure if they are or if you were just incredibly unlucky.

"Nope," he replies, which only confirmed that you really were unlucky. Maybe if you weren't so hellbent on starting your job early you could have avoided this, but given the amount of shit that happened during the past few days, you figured you could use the distraction. Though that seems to have backfired on you, obviously. Maybe you should just let things fall into place next time, but you doubt that would make anything better.

A concerned look is thrown at your direction when you sigh, which you dismiss by shaking your head. They've been here for around fifteen minutes already, and so far all they've done was either stare you down or divert their attention to their phones when you catch them in the act.

Would it be immature to ask them to leave? It would probably be allowed, especially because they haven't ordered anything yet - you could claim that they were loitering and taking up space for other potential customers - but you shake that thought off.

Don't show anyone you care. Don't even hint at it.

"Can you take care of them?" he asks, crouching down to the cabinets to look for a couple of items. "I'm going to prepare the pick up order." He pulls out a couple of plastic cups and stands up again to place them on the counter.

You want to avoid doing so, and ask: "Shouldn't they come to us?"

It's a pathetic attempt, and it makes you look like someone who can't handle a simple task at her own job, but you couldn’t care less about reputation right now.

Kunigami looks at you, a blank expression on his face; one that makes you feel stupid. You don't blame him though, especially when he tells you: "Does it look like they have any plans of coming to us?" Which is a fair point, honestly, and so you give up, shoulders slumping as you mutter a quick "Fine" before reluctantly going to their table to take their orders.

Reo peeks at you from the corner of his eye; something he's been doing ever since he's arrived at Yukimi, but when he realizes that you're actually approaching them, he panics. It sends a chill up his spine, and because he doesn't know what to do, he tries sending a gentle kick to Nagi's shin to get his attention.

Unfortunately, it's painful. It was unintentional, of course, but still fucking painful. Nagi curses when the tip of his shoe strikes against his shin, and he's about to give Reo a piece of his mind, but you're already there; arms crossed against your chest as you stare them both down.

You plaster on a sickeningly sweet smile. "Are you ready to order? Or are you just going to keep looking at me for the rest of the time you're here?"

So you did know, and while that was a little intimidating, it that wasn't going to stop Reo from pretending he didn't know what you meant.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, raising an eyebrow like that would help his words seem more genuine, but he's so easy to read. Even if you don't know him well, you can tell he's lying, especially because he looks back and forth between you and Nagi, silently pleading the white haired boy for any type of help.

You couldn't deal with this right now. While you weren't exactly angry, you were a little bit annoyed. "Are you joking with me? Seriously. What the hell are you two doing here?" If he kept at this game any longer, your sour mood might just rot like fruit.

Reo raises his hands up in defense, already parting his mouth to say something when Nagi interrupts him from doing so. "Y/N," he begins. "I can assure you we aren't here for you."

Reo nods his head frantically. "It's true. Promise. I swear on it. Class got skipped and we wanted to eat but you were here and it's kind of awkward and like I know it's not really our business and stuff but you know like. You know like bro code and stuff a-"

"I get it! Oh my God. Could you please just order already? And stop staring at me, Jesus Christ."

"Um. Ok. I'm sorry...Could you just give us whatever you like?"

"It's my first day here. I haven't tried anything," you tell him flatly. He doesn't know if he'd rather you yell at him or keep up with this...could he even call it civility?

"Oh..I'm sorry."

"Reo, Stop saying sorry," Nagi butts in, and then looks at you. "And Y/N, please just give us anything. We really don't mind."

You don't say anything in return. All you do is nod before whirling on your heel to go back behind the counter and inside another room to prepare them something to eat.

After you’ve left, the two of them stare at each other for a while. Nagi is the first to break the silence.

"...Please put your hands down..." he tells his best friend.

Reo exhales, like your departure took away ten tons off of his shoulders. He lowers his hands and places them on the table. "I'm so fucking scared. You have no idea. Is this how Isagi feels with Bachira? Because I think I get it. That woman is frightening."

"Well what do we do now?"

"Wait? Eat? I don't know. I wanna go home already."

"I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Rin. Isn't he coming in like...five minutes?"

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[Laundry Shenanigans]

[Bokuto x f!reader]

The doors to the gym swung open, but no one could hear it over the loud thwaps of volleyballs hitting floors and forearms around the gym.

You walked in with a skip in your step, lunch box in your hand as your eyes immediately landed on a grey haired individual talking to the coach at one of the benches on the sides.

You stayed at the doorframe for a few moments, admiring the men training hard at a sport they loved. You couldn't help but be awed at jumping heights and powerful hits being made, only to be perfectly received by another player on the other side of the net.

Grinning, you made your way to Bokuto, who was walking back to his teammates on the court.

"Bo!"

At the sound of your lovely lovely voice, Bokuto somehow perked up even more than he already was and immediately swiveled his head towards you.

"MY LOVE!" He raised both his hands and started running towards you full speed.

You giggled and sidestepped at the last moment, like someone avoiding the full force of a grown bull heading their way. Bokuto skidded to a full stop after he took a few steps past you, then threw himself into your arms.

It wasn't often where you visited him during work, so he didn't mind sparing a few minutes to spend time with his lovely girlfriend.

You extended your arms, avoiding dropping his lunch as you both laughed. He pulled back and laid a kiss to your forehead.

"What brings you here, my love?"

"Nothing much. Got let off work early today and you forgot lunch at home so..."

His eyes lit up at the sight of his bento box in your hand.

"Holy crap! I didn't even notice I didn't have lunch on me. Thank you, pretty."

You flushed at the nickname and rolled your eyes. "Of course. What would you be without me?"

He pouted. "I would've been perfectly fine! Usually 'Tsumu has extra food that he brings in case someone forgot lunch or was feeling extra hungry. So I would'a just leeched off him!"

Drawing your head back, you stared up at him, eyebrow raised. "You eat food from Atsumu? Why don't you just call me? I would bring you food." Now it was your turn to pout.

"Heyyy. Don't be like that." Bokuto ruffled your hair. "It doesn't happen often. I swear."

You slap his hand away playfully and back away.

"Anyway's Bo, I gotta get home. Got some chores to do around the house since it's the end of the week."

He hummed before giving you a proud smile. "You don't have to be so stressed! I helped with laundry so you don't have to worry about that, lovely. They're in the dryer right now, it should be off by the time you get home."

"Really?! Oh my goodness, thank you Bo- wait-" You blinked, message registering in your brain. You stared up at him for a moment before exclaiming. "You WHAT?!"

Bokuto flinched at the sudden outburst before tilting his head, confused. "I did the laundry? It should all be dried by the time you get home."

You continued to stare at him wide-eyed.

"Bokuto, baby... Did you put all the clothes in the dryer? Please say no." For both of your sakes.

The golden eyed athlete started to feel a bit nervous at the use of his full first name. "Yeah?" He scratched his neck. "Was I, like, not supposed to do that?"

You didn't know whether you wanted to laugh or cry. The answer was quickly answered though, when you suddenly remembered you had an important meeting earlier that week which caused you to wear an expensive blazer.

You blazer...

Shit.

Gasping, you covered your mouth. "Oh my goodness, Bokuto." You laid your hands on his cheeks then, immediately noticing his decreasing mood at your reaction to his... mistake? He still didn't know what he did but he did know he did something wrong.

"Don't tell me you put my blazer in there too."

He stayed silent at the request. He did remember seeing a fancy jacket that fit your figure thrown haphazardly with the other clothes.

"Uhm. Maybe?"

You groaned in grief.

"Babe, please, I know it's probably too late to say right now, but if you ever plan on doing laundry again... let me take care of what goes in the dryer. Not everything you wash goes in there."

He deflated at the realization of his mistake.

"My love... I didn't mean t-"

You quickly shushed him when you saw him starting to become moody. "Nonono! It's fine Bo! It's not that big a deal. I promise it was just an innocent mistake!"

His hair slowly rose upwards. You let out an imperceptible breath of relief at the slight rise and nodded, staring up at him.

He grinned once more, "Alright! I trust you. Though I'm sorry. I didn't meant to fuck up the clothes. Usually I just throw my stuff in there."

You patted his cheeks, "It's fine. I'm surprised though, would'a thought that your sisters would've thought you something."

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah... they didn't trust me to do their laundry either."

You huffed, both blessing them and cursing them at his lack of experience and knowledge.

"It's fine. I'm gonna go home now though. See if I can save what I can. Here's your lunch." You shoved the box into his hands before laying a peck on his lips and rushing out the gym, giving everyone who saw you a wave.

Bokuto stood there dumbfounded. He honestly had no clue what happened right now, other than apparently not doing laundry correctly.

He shrugged before staring down at the bento box and grinning at the little note peeking out. He took a small look inside and giggled at the smell of rice and vegetables wafting out the small crack. Any thoughts of his lack of laundry skills immediately flying out the window.

You rushed home, nearly forgetting to lock your front door when you arrived at the porch. You hauled ass to the washer-dryer room before yanking the door open (nearly tearing off the hinges).

You laid your arm out touching the mix of fabrics inside.

...

The little fucker never turned the dryer on.

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