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Haunt me

Toji Fushiguro x reader (she/her)

Neighbor AU - angst

note: the bold passages are flashbacks + Megumi is an only child in this one lol

song inspo: How to dissapear - Lana Del Rey

Blue skies and big fields of green; the road had always stayed the same, y/n noticed as she left the bus. Once the young women made her way home, she took in all the familiar sights she hadn’t seen in years. She had missed walking through the familiar streets, despite disliking her home town when she was younger, since it didn’t have anything really interesting for teenagers around her age. There were no clubs, cool stores, really anything that was rebellious or at least didn’t look like it was owned by a 70-year-old man. Everything always stayed the same.

Y/n’s footsteps came to a halt, right before the door of her own home. Subconsciously turning her head to the side, she was suddenly aware of the presence that stood further away. The familiar figure leaned against the railing of his porch, back turned to her as he focused on something in his hands. Toji Fushiguro.

Had he stayed the same too?

For a moment, y/n had thought about greeting him but was interrupted by the sudden opening of the door infront of her.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock? Oh, come here-“ The older lady put her arms around her daughter lovingly and pulled them inside.

“I made a bunch of your favorites, but there are going to take a bit more time.” She pointed at the stove as both of them entered the kitchen.

“Where’s dad?”

Her mom rolled her eyes at the thought of her stubborn husband, they apparently had argued about the maintenance of their garden a couple of hours prior. Y/n chuckled at her mothers’ frustration, but went to look for her dad on her own, since her mom seemed too busy with cooking. After greeting him and exchanging a couple of words, the daughter convinced him to let her mow the lawn. “But you better not break it again like the first time!” The man teased playfully, earning an eyeroll from y/n as she ushered him inside.

“Damn it-“

Muttering under her breath, the girl almost kicked the device infront of her in a fit of rage. The lawnmower had suddenly been stuck before she could really even start, and was now only a rattling mess.

“Fuck...” She sighed one more time, putting her hand lazily on her hip and the other over her eyes, shielding her from the sun.

“For a young lady, ya do seem to swear alot.”

Y/n whipped her head towards the strangers’ voice, almost gasping as she realized who the voice had belonged to. He was the husband of the new family that had moved next to their house a few weeks ago. Before that encounter she hadn’t seen him up close, but now his appearance immediately burned itself into her brain. He was handsome, not the kind of handsome that she had seen from popular boys in school or the hollywood actors on tv, but the attraction she had to him felt a thousand times better.

“I- uhm-“ The girl stuttered as she avoided his eyes, only to look back at the problem at hand.

“It’s broken.” She pointed at the lawnmower dumbfounded, smacking herself internally at the way she was behaving like a 7-year-old.

“Let’s see if I can help, shall we?” A confident smile appeared on the mans’ face, making the girl’s knees even weaker, before he approached the device. He had quickly figured out the problem and got rid of the piece that had been stuck inside the lawnmower, but continued talking to y/n casually, throwing in a joke or two.

“I’m Toji by the way, but I’m guessing your dad already told you about us.”

She watched as the dark haired man held his hand out to her. His politeness felt strange from the start, as if he was playing a character in a movie and she couldn’t quite figure out why.

“What was your name again?”

“Y/n.” The girl shakily took his hand, getting even more nervous at the roughness that was contrasting her own.

“I also wanted to ask ya something - my wife has been buggin’ me about it for days now. Are ya any good with kids?”

That day Toji had asked her if she could babysit his 5-year old son, since he had a job that required to be available at any moment and his wife had to take night shifts at the hospital. Y/n agreed to it without any question, since her dad had taken a liking to the family and she wanted to earn some money on the side. She had just graduated in that same year and wasn’t sure as to what her next step should be in life or what her future looked like really. But right now, the man walking away from her seemed like the best distraction from the dull routine she had been used to.

Shortly after y/n finished the rest of the lawn, her mom waved her inside to eat. The dinner had tasted better than ever, y/n thought as she greedily dug into her plate and asked her mom for more. The older lady only chuckled at her antics, appreciating the sentiment behind it though.

“I really wouldn’t have thought you’d go through with it, honestly.” Her father spoke with his usual sarcastic tone as he watched his daughter take another plate full of food.

“With college? Yeah, I guess I understand what you mean. I’ve always been the lazy type.”

Y/n knew her dad well enough not to argue with him about what he believed his daughter was like. He only knew what she had let him see, and three years ago that had been an 18-year-old girl that took a year off to stay at her parents home without any plans or direction. Only she herself knew that lazyness hadn’t been the real issue, it was her fear of growing up and failing. Before they could dig any deeper into the topic, the daughter decided to ask about the one thing that had been stuck in her mind since she had seen Toji on the porch.

“So, how are the Fushiguro’s doing?” She casually picked at the food on her plate.

“I thought I’ve told you on the phone already? About Toji’s wife and kid.” The mother looked at her child in disbelief until she saw the genuine confusion in her eyes and started explaining.

“His wife died almost a year ago. She became very sick all of a sudden and then it just happened so quickly. Toji hasn’t really been the same since.”

Y/n’s eyes widened in shock, she couldn’t comprehend the fact that something did change so drastically around here, and it hat happened to the family she had wished it upon the least.

“W-What about Megumi?”

Ms.L/n eyes locked with her husband’s, both of their heads hanging a bit lower now.

“Toji gave him away for adoption. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind to be handling a child on his own after an incident like that.” The daughter only nodded her head slowly at her dads’ words, as she remembered the big pouty cheeks on that little boys’ face three years ago and his mother that had the same big blue eyes.

Since the very first time y/n had visited the Fushiguros’ house, the wife had always been extremely caring and sweet towards her, reassuring her that she’d be a great babysitter (and even mother someday, which always made her cringe a little). Eventhough she wanted to be grateful, she felt a tinge of jealousy, almost resentment towards her. The woman was beautiful in every way posssible and even stood up against her husband plenty of times, never doubting her confidence once - Y/n had been the complete opposite.

Especially confrontation was something she had always struggled with, even feeling bad when she overheard some of the fights that the Fushiguro’s had occasionally.

One night when y/n had been taking care of the little boy again, Toji came home earlier than expected, leaving her a bit taken back at the sudden appearance. Thankfully, Megumi had already been asleep at this point, making it easier for the parent to just arrive home without worrying about the whole putting him to bed routine. He had walked straight pass her, only muttering a short “Hey” before grabbing a beer and sitting down on the couch. The girl recalled the fight before the couple both headed off to work but didn’t expect to have to deal with his mood already.

What was she supposed to say to a man twice her age that was visibly pissed, sitting on the couch that she was supposed to sleep on tonight. She could only stare at the back of his head helplessly, wondering if she should just change into her normal clothes again and leave.

“Are ya gonna stand there all day?”

Y/n’s eyes snapped back to the man, as he streched one of his arms over the back of the couch.

“No, I just thought-“ Stopping herself from ending the sentence, she thought about actually engaging in conversation with him. The girl didn’t have the chance nor the guts to talk to him completely alone yet, since he always kept his ‘nice neighbor facade’ up around other people. Stepping closer to the couch, she could feel herself getting more tense. She knew Toji wasn’t going to give her much attention, since he hadn’t ever given her any signs of actually liking her in any way, but somehow the girl couldn’t overlook the weird tension. Once y/n settled down a bit further away from him, she noticed his eyes had been glued to her since she’d walked over.

“Wasn’t too hard now was it?”

He muttered with a slight smirk, before taking a swig of his drink. Y/n let out a nervous chuckle before leaning back more comfortably.

Just stay cool.

“So, I heard you’ve graduated not too long ago, congratulations.” It was more of a statement than a question but she still answered nonetheless.

“Yeah it’s crazy, actually- I also turned 19 a week ago too. Everything is going by so fast now.” She cringed at herself once she heard the deeple chuckle from the man beside her.

Why would you tell him that? Your age of all things?

“Well, why are ya still stuck here then? Ya should be out there in the world, not in this shithole.” Toji had his eyes back on the bottle as he tapped his finger on the dark colored glass.

“Or is a boyfriend of yours keeping ya here?” Glancing to the side teasingly, he leaned in a bit closer, making the girl’s heartbeat race even more.

“No! I’m j-just...” Y/n shook her head, staring at him with big eyes until she mumbled out

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Raising his eyebrows, he really began acknowledging her presence. The way she acted more shy around him and always seemed to be shaking a bit, making her look like a scared little puppy. Then he noticed her clothes, or rather lack there of. “What? Don’t tell me a pretty girl like you didn’t get chased by the guys at ya school.”

Does he really think I’m pretty?

Y/n almost held her breath once he lowered his eyes down her figure, remembering now that she was only wearing a top, without a bra, and shorts to sleep in, because summer had just started and the temperatures felt like hell at night.

“Not really, I guess I just wasn’t anyone’s type.”

The girl let out a nervous chuckle yet again, her body feeling like it was overheating and her brain was about to explode at any moment. It only worsened once the dark haired man loosened his arm on the couch and bend it towards her face, his hand slowly pulling a piece of hair behind her ears. Their eyes locked for what felt like an eternity; She couldn’t get enough of this feeling.

“Too bad.”

Y/n waited for something more, anything to explain what he had meant, but got startled by the sudden ringing in her pocket.

“A-ah uhm, sorry-“

She quickly picked up the phone, only to be bombarded by questions from her father. Eventually she ended the call and turned back to Toji, who still hadn’t looked away from her.

“I have to go. My dad he- he thought that I wasn’t going to babysit tonight and now he’s kind of mad, so...”

The man nodded understandingly until a smirk appeared on his face, as if he had just read her thoughts for a moment.

“I guess ya can’t keep me company then, huh?”

Y/n only shook her head, almost sighing in frustration. Tonight had already felt like a dream, but a way too short one.

Cleaning the dishes had always been a task assigned to y/n since she could remember, but hoped that she could’ve escape tonight. Sadly not though - making her the last one to go to bed. She dragged her feet up the stairs that led to her old bedroom but stopped before falling into the soft pillows. Instinctively the woman looked out her window, only to catch a glimpse of the one across from hers. Before the Fushiguro’s had moved in, it had always bugged her that the neighbors view directly faced her room. Her mom had always warned her daughter to close the curtains as much as possible and change in the bathroom instead, but like most teenagers often do - she didn’t listen, or just wasn’t planning on walking back to the bathroom for every time she had to change her clothes. But y/n did remembered the first time she had changed infront of the window on purpose.

With only a towel draped around her body, the girl quickly peaked at the neighbors house as she stood with her back to the wall. She had panicked at first, seeing the husband leaning against the window frame, a cigarette hanging on the side of his lips. Y/n didn’t know if he had seen her walk in with the towel but she was intrigued by his sight, the way he had just casually leaned forward, as the thick smoke escaped his lips. Without thinking any further she stepped away from the wall and infront of the window, her back turned towards the dark haired man on the other side.

Was he going to notice? Would he even want to see her like this?

Dropping the towel and slowly putting on the underwear that was layed out on her bed, she kept imagining what he might’ve looked like in that moment. Thousands of pictures would pop up in her head until she couldn’t help but want to see for herself. Her head moved on it’s own, as she turned it to the side, only to see that the figure was gone.

Y/n blinked a couple of times, utterly confused on how to feel, should she have wanted this? This was exactly the opposite of thing’s a girl of her age should feel excited about, but she couldn’t deny that the tiny bit inside of her that wanted him to watch, wanted to be desired by him - had been disappointed.

Y/n tossed and turned, never seeming to find any rest from her constant thinking. She couldn’t’ help but feel bad about disappearing from the small town, even though there had never been any reason for her to stay in the first place - there hadn’t been any jobs that would have been interesting to her, no new people to connect to. The deep heavy weighing feeling inside of her told her the opposite though, probably resulting in a restless and never ending night of overthinking.

I have to see him. Sitting up, her buzzing head turned to the side, she considered going with the idea that had popped into her head momentarily.

Y/n let out a huff, putting on the robe that had been draped over the chair in the corner of the room (and took the keys with her, of course) and made her way downstairs carefully, each step creaking slightly under her shaking feet. Fleeting moments of feeling like a teenager again went through her mind; even though she had rarely snuck out of the house back then, the young woman had only wished that those years would’ve been that exciting. Shrugging at the thought, she finally stood infront of the door of her home, opening it slowly. As her hands pushed the wooden surface back, she slipped through and looked to the side, towards the house she hadn’t stepped foot in in 3 years. Suddenly the pace of her heart quickened, not only by the thought of seeing the older man again, but by the figure that was leaving the house at that moment. Y/n squinted until she recognized that it hadn’t been Toji leaving the house. The long black hair immediately made her perk up and lean back, she didn’t want to be noticed by the guy - even though he might’ve been easier to approach than the man sitting in that very house next door.

It had been in the middle of the day that Mrs.Fushiguro called the young woman. Y/n had the spare time of course and agreed to come over, happy to see the little boy and maybe even catch a second to talk with Toji again. She hadn’t seen him often after that night and couldn’t quite place yet what the dark haired man thought of her now. How was she supposed to behave around him? Groaning in frustration the girl began walking towards the house, but as the door opened, the student began slowing down. An unknown man, visibly younger than the parents that lived in the house, suddenly locked eyes with her. Y/n imagined him to be around around his mid-tenties, which made her curious - Toji didn’t ever seem to invite any guests over, so why would he choose to be around a guy that young?

The stranger smiled politely, which she only returned while approaching the porch he had been standing on.

“Don’t tell me Toji has another kid he didn’t tell me about.”

Thrown off by the sudden comment, y/n’s eyes widened as she snapped her head back to the stranger. The mans’ soft laugh made her feel more at ease, ultimately making her laugh too.

“No, I’m just the babysitter slash next door neighbor.”

“I’m Geto Suguru, it’s nice to meet you.”

His smile was smug but sweet, she noted. Before Geto could leave, the girl spoke up once again, the curiosity getting the best of her.

“How do you know the family? Do you work for them too?”

The man turned, giving her his full attention.

“Oh, god no I’d never work for that idiot.” He chuckled yet again, shaking his head in the process. “I am a colleague of Toji. Sometimes I just come around, since he does have a charm that I can’t resist, you know.”

By the looks of it he had only made a joke, but to y/n, that only chuckled in response, the vibe had felt off.

“What do you do exactly? I’m not trying to pry or anything, but Mr.Fushiguro has never really told me about it, so...”

Geto quirked a brow, he had caught a slight glimpse of her in that moment that almost gave her intentions away - but he looked past it, she seemed too young to actually be interested in Toji’s personal life. “We work at a workshop not too far from here, repairing cars and all that. It’s probably not something worth mentioning to be honest.”

The girl infront of him didn’t believe a word. She didn’t have any evidence not to, but the way he talked had been so sugarcoated, that she couldn’t help but feel suspicious of him. “You’re probably right, I don’t know a thing about cars.”

Smiling innocently at the guy, she slowly began turning back to the entrance of the house.

“Well I’ll see you around then.”

Geto only held up a hand smoothly, smiling yet again - which only confirmed what y/n had been thinking this whole time. This man was too much of a flirt, a smooth talker to be around someone like Toji as a normal friend. It only raised the question as to why the father always seemed to avoided talking about his job, and what the hell it had to do with this Geto guy. Y/n shook her head lightly until she was met with the devil himself.

“Right on time as always, mh?”

Toji’s smirk only drew her eyes down his face, making her noticed the scar in the corner of his lips.

“Oh uh- yeah.”

Y/n nodded as he let her inside. She stepped in, thinking that maybe there was more to the man than she originally had thought, a side of him nobody knew about.

It took a long time before a shadow appeared at the foot of the door. To the young adult it had felt like hours until she could finally hear the lock being opened. The girl inside of her was screaming, begging to see him again - as to why she did feel that way still, she didn’t have an answer to. Then the door creaked open just a bit. Y/n could see him peak through for just a second, the dark bags under his eyes were alarming, but to be expected. He must’ve been through alot, things she wouldn’t be able to grasp at her age.

A sigh escaped Fushiguro’s lips as he leaned away from the door, only letting a crack of light fall through, contrasting the dark of the night. Suddenly the door swung open, the brightness of the light illuminating her completely now, as she squinted her eyes to adjust to it. Toji had his back turned to her, trudging towards the living room without a word. She watched as his body disappeared into the room and followed slowly after, unsure of what’s to come.

As y/n stepped in, closing the door after her, she began taking a peak at the rooms that she passed by. They had all been in the same conditions as the day she left, which made her wonder how much of that was really Toji’s doing - he had never been the one to clean the house or cook. It was always one of the things his wife had complained about the most, y/n remembered the bickering everytime the woman left for work. Mrs.Fushiguro had been right about the way her husband had never participated in doing his part, but the girl couldn’t deny that back then she would’ve done anything to be a housewife if that meant she could call the man she had been infatuated with - hers. Y/n often joked about it to her friends at school, but deep down she knew there was an inexplicable feeling she couldn’t get rid of as soon as he left her sight.

The young woman almost gasped once she stood in the doorway of the living room, it contrasting to the rest of the home so much that she almost wanted to laugh. Beer cans were scattered across the floor, half eaten food laying around on the table and in between the rest of all the mess, was Toji, his head hanging low.

Y/n had expected some sort of comment from the dark haired man that was now sitting on the same old couch that she had imprinted into her memories - but he hadn’t uttered a word.

She knew she was the one that had to initiate the conversation, but couldn’t shake off the anxiety that was creeping up. Once her feet were ready to move without shaking, she approached the man, sitting right on the spot next to him that she had been used to back then.

“What are you doing here...”

Toji’s low tone almost made her shiver. His question rather sounding like an accusation, an observation than anything else. It was the same old thing he’d always do, where he didn’t ask for the other person’s sake but rather to emphasize that what they were doing was almost a joke to him, something so obvious that he didn’t need an answer for.

She shouldn’t be here - nobody asked her to come and he was probably the last person to know what to do with her. They weren’t friends, y/n told herself as she looked at his disheveled state, she was only an old memory, coming back to haunt him.

“I just thought-“

The womans’ eyes began watering, but she swore to herself that she didn’t want to be that stuttering mess in front of him ever again. She didn’t want to remind him of that same girl he had met three years ago. Y/n was a grown woman now, and for some reason she felt the need to prove it to him.

“I heard what happened. I don’t know if it makes any difference, but I just wanted to give you my condolences.”

A creak of one of the beer cans made her look up to the man, his face unreadable. Toji scoffed as he watched the can crinkle between his fingers.

“Everyone says the same shit. It was stupid of me to think ya would be any different.”

Y/n watched as he let the empty can drop to the floor, making it painfully obvious how silent it had gotten.

“Did Geto say the same too?”

Toji finally casted her eyes towards her form, almost seeming caught off guard by the question.

“He came to the funeral after everything that happened. Suguru was never somebody I would’ve considered a friend honestly, but there he was, standing next to me in a black suit.”

The dark haired man paused for a moment as his eyes darted to the glass door that led to their garden. A sudden chuckle escaped his lips, without any certain emotion being evident on his face.

“He didn’t once pity me. The guy just padded me on the back and said he’d see me at work again.” His gaze found it’s way to the girl in the robe.

“So?”

She knitted her brows in confusion, unsure of what to say. “What?” He laughed at the quick response, turning away to shake his head.

“I never really understood you, y/n. Even before you left-“

Toji leaned forward, prompting his arms on his thighs as he looked down at his hands.

“You were always looming around but ya never got to the damn point. It was like you were hiding something in that pretty little head of yours.”

Suddenly the young woman felt defensive, finally grasping the fact that she didn’t have to stand back anymore - this was her only chance.

“And you weren’t?”

His head turned, as he looked over his shoulder questioningly. Y/n took the opportunity to go further, staring back at him intently.

“You always acted all polite infront of others, casually waved at the neighbors, talked to my parents with a friendly smile - but once you were in here...”

She scoffed at the memories flooting her thoughts again. The harsh words Toji had thrown at his wife, the way he wouldn’t as much as look in his son’s direction most of the time.

“You were awful, Toji.”

The mans’ eyes grew dark with every word she uttered, but y/n was insistent on not taking it back this time, she needed answers.

“Sure, make me the bad guy all ya want. I’ll let ya have that, but don’t act all innocent on me.”

Slowly the distance between them became smaller, as the man leaned closer to y/n with a devilish grin.

“Do you really think I didn’t notice your little attempts? Ya think my wife would’ve appreciated the way you acted around me?”

The hand that was propped onto his leg was dangerously closer to her thigh, y/n noted as her eyes flickered down nervously. He knew all along - but what did that mean for her? Y/n gulped before speaking up again and meeting his gaze.

“You were already fighting with her about every possible thing you could, but you think that the girl next door would’ve made her break? Really?”

Toji’s stare was cold again, his lips shut close as he almost mumbled to himself in disbelief.

“What did I ever do to you?”

“Nothing.” The woman shook her head as the tears slipped down her cheeks. “You didn’t even spare me a glance.”

Her voice broke as she smiled sadly, not knowing how to put into words why she had felt the way she did. Y/n couldn’t quite grasp it herself.

“I didn’t understand why even though you did everything your own way, disrespecting her multiple times and seemingly not even giving a fuck about your own family - you still never even dared to look at me in any other way than the fucking babysitter.”

A sniffle broke through the silence of the house, Toji still not wavering as he watched the woman break right infront of him.

“I know that you shouldn’t have and that it was selfish of me, childish to think you could ever see me as more, but I was so frustrated. I just wanted to be desired by you, and the little amount of attention you did give me just made it hard not to be addicted to you.”

In that moment, y/n felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She didn’t explain everything perfectly but she felt as if maybe this was the only way she could’ve made him understand, even just a little.

The girl back then already knew that her way of thinking had been selfish, and even now she couldn’t look past at how toxic it was to think that way about someone with a family, someone much older than her - but y/n still never stopped thinking about him.

Y/n closed her eyes, sparing herself the embarrassment she might’ve felt by looking at Toji’s reaction but suddenly felt his body moving beside hers. She opened her eyes as the man took her chin in his hand and looked down her lips longingly. Just for a moment, y/n thought that maybe she had been wrong all along - Maybe Toji had catched a glimpse of her when he smoked out of the bedroom window, maybe he too had wondered what it would be like to lay next to her and hold her for just one night.

Then his lips crashed into hers, softly but with a lingering determination. Before y/n could even react properly, Toji had moved back again. His eyes staying on the spot he had kissed her, tracing his thumb over it lightly.

“I can’t give you what you want. I never could.”

No. No. No.

Y/n thought back to when she had arrived today, when she claimed that everything had stayed the same. “Why?”

She pleaded with glassy eyes, her e/c ones boring into his.

“Because you don’t belong at a place like this - and I do.”

Even as the young woman sat there, watching him move away and stand back up, she didn’t feel any hatred towards him. He never did anything bad to her. He never treated her the way he had treated his wife. He never once took advantage of the situation.

But both of them knew he wasn’t a good person, and maybe letting each other go was the only way to avoid causing any more damage.

“I’m sorry.”

Y/n didn’t know what exactly she had apologized for; if it had been for leaving the town out of the blue, or for crashing into his home without any warning. Maybe even for something that only Toji could know, like what circumstances he had been in to become this way - but she did feel sorry. Toji’s steps come to a halt at the doorway, turning his head, only to give her one last smile.

He had left the room without a response.

Y/n knew there hadn’t been anything left to say - this was their last chapter and she was finally ready to turn the page.

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My first jjk story for now, but I’ll probably write more for other characters from the show soon. Also please feel free to correct me on anything grammar related since english isn’t my first language & i’m only trying to get better. ^^

[kyuublu]

Love & all its bullshit.

Atsumu x reader (they/them)

Songfic to: Sundress - A$AP Rocky

small appearance of Aomine daiki (knb) at the end ^^

Him. That’s where it all started, really.

The way he put his arms around them, a tight hold that made them easily feel like home. Especially in the first years of college, where everything had felt new and hectic around them, that feeling of home meant the world. Y/N wasn’t usually the type to get distracted by their goals but he was an exception in almost every way. Atsumu was the first guy to actually give them the false impression that maybe, just maybe love at first sight did exist, no matter how cheesy it sounded.

“Oh come on, no you didn’t.” Y/n smiled as they shook their head in disbelief.

“Of course i did! As soon as ya walked through that door at Suna’s place, I fucking knew it.”

He stifled a laugh, trying to be semi serious about his argument, his arms around them yet again as they layed on top of his mattress. The mattress was just plainly put on the floor with no bedframe, since Atsumu had argued that he couldn’t bring his old bunk bed he used to sleep in with his twin, and it seemed like he wasn’t planning on getting a new one any time soon.

“You knew what? Huh? That you wanted to so spend the night with me?”

A teasing smile stretched across their lips as their eyes locked for a moment.

“No! What kinda man do ya take me for?”

Both of them chuckled at the comment, but soon enough Atsumus eyes flickered to his partners’ hand as he carefully took it in his own.

“I just thought ya were something special. Maybe someone I could be around for a longer time besides my stupid brother. Maybe someone I could move in with ya know?”

The smile on y/n’s lips faltered, as they stared at him in shock, since the man next to them had never been serious about things like these. Atsumu clarified since they had first started talking that he never intended on getting married since he was “married to his career”, which they never saw as a bad thing. Y/n knew what they had been getting into from the start and knew that even if this might become more serious, that the both of them could look at this relationship more objectively and even break it off if one of them had greater opportunities they wanted take.

But now he had turned the switch unexpectedly.

“What do you mean, Tsumu?”

His eyes diverted from their hands, back to their face with a soft, reassuring smile. “I think moving together ain’t such a bad idea, I mean, both of us could save some money that way and we don’t gotta go through all the trouble of walking back and forth between eachothers apartments every night.”

A relieved sigh escaped y/ns lips, as a wall broke inside of them. “Okay sure, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

Suddenly another voice could be heard standing at the entrance of Atsumus’ room.

“Y/n, he’s literally the embodiment of a bad idea, so ya might wanna reconsider.”

“Oi Samu! Nobody asked ya shit!”

A year in their new apartment went by quicker than y/n had imagined. The move in went easy for the both of them since they didn’t really have much stuff to bring in the first place. To y/n, the days spend with him felt like a routine that they never grew tired of. Waking up in the morning, sharing coffee and moving on about their day but always coming back together, like a little family. They casually started talking more often about the future, though y/n never seemed to have notice the insincerity behind Atsumus’ eyes. The pretend game he played seemed to have worked on his partner, in which he would usually just agree with whatever they were saying as soon as the conversation headed towards marriage or anything remotely serious. It wasn’t as if he didn’t love his parter, that he did, but there was a lack of understanding that he couldn’t quite explain himself. Over the next few months after moving in together, that feeling would grew stronger inside of him - until he couldn’t care less anymore.

“Y/n?”

Akaashi’s brows were furrowed in worry as he stared at Y/n’s cold expression, their eyes seemingly staring into nothing. The dark haired boy wanted to help his friend, but he knew they weren’t going to let him.

“I thought you guys had broken up months ago, I’m sorry..” Bokuto hurried to explain himself but it didn’t reach them anymore, Akaashi could only sigh at his loud tone that didn’t seem appropriate for the situation. Atsumu had cheated, multiple times as they went out of town, and there wasn’t really anything to say. It was y/n’s decision on what was going to happen now, not theirs.

“Bokuto, please.” Akaashi put his hand on his school friends’ shoulder to interrupt him from making it any more awkward. He knew that he had only meant well.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?”

Their eyes slowly flickered back to Akaashi, still no sign of any emotion besides pure emptiness.

“I’m not sure. Akaashi- I don’t-“ Suddenly another wall broke inside of them, a wall that they never wished they would’ve encountered in the first place. Y/n never intended on letting him this close - but now they could finally see clearly again.

“Fucking bastard.”

Standing up abruptly, they rushed to get out of the bar they had met up at. Y/n realized that they didn’t have an option to be hurt. They knew it was their own fault for letting him do the thing he was best at, lying.

After an awful lot of arguing and cold nights alone on the couch, Atsumu knew he had to leave the apartment. The blonde knew he fucked up, but to him it didn’t feel as bad as he thought it would be.

“To think you’d actually love anything beside your career, was so fucking stupid of me.”

Yeah, their words hurt a bit at first but his ego was mostly still in tact. He was going to become one of the top volleyball players in japan, how could he think any less of himself?

“How can you be so heartless and just say things like you wanna marry me and all that bullshit only to fuck it up anyways? What was the point of all of this?”

He had to admit to her, there was none. Atsumu didn’t see it any deeper than living with someone he could come home to once in awhile and have some harmless fun on the side while travelling. He didn’t really care if they found out at the end, it even felt a little exciting.

“Oh shut up, yes you do. Just admit it, ya got caught and tried to tell yourself that ya weren’t the bad guy. But Tsumu-“

His twin looked up at him as he was wiping down the counter the restaurant. Osamu had always known every small detail of his brothers’ life - he didn’t always agree with it, but he did try to be there for Atsumu as best as he could. Now he had to admit though, he had liked y/n as his twins partner. When Osamu saw them together, he could tell that they always balanced each other out. When Atsumu was getting irritated and loud, they would help him with their calming ways and always tried their best to work things out, y/n wanted to understand Atsumu. But there was also a goofy side to them that matched his brothers’ energy in a weird way, that he could never quite understand himself. He appreciated her.

Once Osamu found out about his brothers side chicks, he tried to argue with him but he knew that his twin wasn’t someone you could easily persuade. If Atsumu had something he wanted to do, he was going to do it, no matter what anybody had to say, not even his own brother.

“Tsumu ya fucked up this time. I know ya wanna show everybody that ya don’t care about her but ya do. You’re just insecure and ya can’t handle it.”

The blonde chuckled harshly, crossing his arms. “What am I supposed ta be insecure about, huh? I’m officially on the Japan team now, man! I got everything I’ve ever dreamed of right here.”

Osamu only looked up at him with disappointment. “Say whatever ya want, ya aint fooling me.”

“Oh my god Tsumu- Isn’t that Y/n?”

Hinata blurred out in his drunken state. Some of his teammates and him decided to go to a club after a certain victory they had a couple of days ago, and were now standing outside as each of them desperately waited for an uber. Atsumu immediately turned towards the place his friend pointed to with his finger, as the pace of his heartbeat sped up rapidly.

They were standing right infront of another bar, seemingly just as intoxicated as many of his friends right now. He hadn’t seen her in 5 months.

“Who’s that guy though?” Bokuto hung his heavy arm around the blonde, gasping dramatically at the man beside y/n.

Atsumu didn’t react immediately as he stared at the two figures as they laughed at something, dangerously close to each other. Suddenly the setter was overwhelmed by the feeling he hated the most, anger.

“I guess they moved on to some douche.”

The blonde spat out like venom, as a tinge of jealousy hit him. The unknown man seemed to be everything he was not: extremely tall, dark hair and just overall different from him, but there was one thing he did see himself in - the stranger looked dangerously cocky.

“Ah- no! I remember who that is! Akaashi told me about it like a week ago.”

Atsumu tried as hard as he could to remain cool as he swiftly turned his gaze to his friend. Bokuto had a lazy smile on his lips as he stared at the two lovebirds infront of the bar, yet again not knowing how much this might’ve meant to Atsumu deep down.

“He’s a basketball player they met at some party. I think Akaashi said that they already kind of knew him from some college basketball plays’ but y/n was with you back then so they never bothered to talk to him, I guess.”

His wandering eyes were already back on the two of them, his blood boiling at this point.

“Of course they’d fucking pick another athlete. Y/n’s probably just in it for the money anyways, hah~” He mumbled more to himself since Bokuto wasn’t really engaging with him but rather blurring out whatever information his drunk mind was able to gather.

“What was his name again? Amoni- No Aomine? Something like that.”

Atsumu scoffed yet again. The setter wasn’t sure how to feel but began spiralling in his own anger quicker than he thought he would. he confinced himself that the partner he had been with, was in love with him still, they had to be. They could never be as close to that Aomine guy than to him, y/n wasn’t the type to be attached to someone so quickly - especially after the shit he pulled.

“As if he could take care of them. I mean look at that guy, he’s probably just a distraction for the thing they had with me.” The blonde laughed bitter, Bokuto joining in on the harmless fun he thought his friend was having. He didn’t think of it that deep, even Atsumu tried to convince himself that.

“They in love with me still, I can tell that shit from a mile away.”

He turned away from the sight that had his heart bleeding by now. Atsumu only looked over his shoulder one more time, which turned out to have been the biggest mistake.

They kissed, right then and there. He knew at that moment that sometimes he should’ve listened to his idiot of a brother. But then there was his ego again - quickly, covering up any doubt he had.

You’re in love with me still.

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I know this was a sad one but I just thought the song would fit with him in a weird way. Hope u enjoyed it anyways tho.

[kyuublu]

Let it happen

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

song rec: Belly (The Grass Stains) - Rex Orange County

We were just kids when we met. Tetsu sparked my interest as soon as he entered the room, more precisely Kenmas room. The boy stood in the doorway with a volleyball in one of his hands, a little shaky as he nervously asked if we wanted to play with him.

I never really understood the passion the captain had behind the sport. Sure it looked fun at times, but I wondered why he sacrificed so much time for it outside of practice, to even go as far as inspiring other people to go for it too.

Once after a game I even admitted to Kenma that I admired him for that exact reason. He made people feel like they had a purpose.

„But god don’t tell him I said that.“

Kenma had laughed at me but also agreed since we both didn’t want to push this guys ego even more.

For awhile the thought of loving something as much as he did, stayed in the back of my mind, only fleetingly resurfacing when I thought about my future plans. But now we were third years, applying for colleges and speculating where we’d be in ten years. Am I going to have a good job? Will I be married to someone I actually adore? Will I be happy? And the most important one that I kept going back to, thanks to the raven haired boy I called my bestfriend: Will I ever find my true passion?

„Hey, you spacing out on me again?“

„Huh?“ Catching a glimpse at Tetsuro‘s face, it became clear to me that I had yet again stopped listening to his rambling.

„Come on! I’m here spilling my heart out to you and you’re staring at the clouds with your mouth open.“ I frowned at his exaggerated comment, only to sigh at the realisation of my behaviour.

„Sorry, I was just thinking...“ I mumbled as I kicked at some pebbles on the ground. Tetsu glanced over my face, then my hands that were fidgeting with the straps of my backpack.

Suddenly his long arms landed on my shoulder, roughly pulling me into his side as he grinned. „Look if you gotta crush on me, you better say it know 'cause I’ll be leaving for college soon, sooo..”

„Oh my god, you-" I groaned in disbelief as I jabbed my elbow into his side.

„Alright, alright- geez!“

The poor guy rubbed at his rib, holding his other hand out in defense. I strudded further, not acknowledging his looming presence behind me. We stayed like that for a bit, me walking infront and him trudging behind me with a pout.

„You know I was just kidding, right?“

Kuroo was never good at keeping quiet, whereas our other friend Kenma had always been somebody you could have a comfortable silence with. „I know, dude. I’m not mad at you.“

The boys pace quickened until he was back at my side again, tilting his head at me.

„Wanna hang out at your place?“ I quirked a brow at his suggestion, a soft smile forming on my lips.

„At my place? Aren’t you supposed to invite people over to your own house?“

„Come on, you know how my parents get.“ His eyes travelled back to the road ahead of us. The tone of the captains voice hadn’t shifted, but I could read his face pretty well by now.

„They still fighting?“

„Most of the time.“ He snorted, casually placing his hands back into his pockets. „Thank god, I don’t have to hear that for another year.“

My eyes flickered down to the ground again. Oh yeah, he was leaving for college. He was moving on, just like everybody else was.

„Yeah, let’s just go to my place.“

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„You seriously still got these?“

I stifled a laugh as my best friend waved an old folder filled with pokemon cards infront of my face. I turned in my chair and looked at the boy that was now sitting down on my bed.

„Kenma told me to keep those! He said I could sell them for good money in like 20 years, but I think he’s just waiting for a moment where he can sneak that special Mewtwo card away from me.“

Kuroo chuckled as he went through the folder. „You really can’t trust that kid.“ He shook his head, landing at the last page.

„I’m gonna miss those cards.“ His voice had become more quiet now as looked over the last page a bit longer.

„Wow, really? That’s the last thing I thought you were going to miss.“

Tetsus eyes had stayed on the page until he mumbled out the first thing he had in mind.

„What did you think I’d miss the most?“

My eyes widened as I stared at him in a bit of shook. Usually I put aside his flirty nature, but at times I couldn’t help but think that what he said felt genuine.

„The volleyball team?“

He looked up at me for a second, searching for something in my eyes, until he broke out in laughter.

There goes him being actually ‚genuine‘, I guess.

„What? You love your team!“ I reasoned, visibly confused and semi annoyed at his sudden outburst.

„Yeah, of course I love them but those idiots aren’t like my number one of all things.“ He tried to keep in his chuckles and finally closed the pokemon folder. I quickly stood up to break the weird tension he had built yet again, to gather some of the extra blankets I had stuffed in a box under my bed.

He watched me approach him and grinned as I pulled out the box. Tetsu was used to this routine; he always stayed longer than he promised to and then slept over at my place. Even my parents didn’t mind anymore, since they saw him as a good kid from the neighborhood they knew all their lifes.

„I think I’ll miss you the most.“

My head turned to his figure looming over me on the bed. I chuckled until I saw the boy staring at me with a feeling I couldn’t describe. „And Kenma, of course..“

He casually leaned back on one of his hands, rubbing his neck awkwardly with the other. I could only desribe the image in front of me as, flustered.

My eyes flickered back to the box infront of me as I pulled out the usual blanket I always gave him. „I mean, it’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again. I’m still figuring stuff out but the train tickets aren’t that expensive since your university ain’t that far.”

“What do you mean you’re still figuring stuff out? I thought you had something planned already?”

I sighed thinking about the topic I had dreaded for all this time. My body slowly moved back up from the ground and onto the space next to him on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’m really gonna go through with it. Like what if I won’t even like what I’m studying and I’ll be wasting my time for something I wasn’t even 100% sure of in the first place.”

“So what? You think anyone got it figured out right now?”

I scrunched up the blanket in my hands as I thought his question over. “No, but most people seem really good at hiding the fact that they don’t.”

The fluffy material in my hands was now thrown at the boys face, making him dramatically fall back into my pillows.

“That might be true.”

“Are you one of those people?” I asked with genuine curiosity laced in my voice, fixated on my friends reaction. He let out a huff as he sat back up again.

“Sometimes I think I’m not, but I doubt my decisions at times. I think everyone does, it’s normal.”

Suddenly a wave of emotions went through me, filling me with some sort of heaviness. My throat tightened as I was hit with the reality of my childhood friend leaving me and everything behind soon.

“Do you think it’s normal to be this scared of the future?”

I gulped, trying as hard as I could to stop myself from grtting emotional. He quirked a brow as he dipped his head lower to meet my eye.

“Y/N, I’ve never been this scared in my life.”

Nodding my head slowly, I really began to take in his expression and the worried look he had on his face.

“But I’m thankful to have friends like you by my side that are going through it just like me, it’s comforting in a way.”

Tetsu gave me a small smile as he shifted to the left side of the bed and layed down flat. After staring mindlessly at my wall, the raven ahired boy padded the place next to him.

“Oi, stop being all sappy. It’s really having an effect on me and I’m not sure if I like it.”

A breathe escaped my lips, or more of a sad attempt at a chuckle, as I followed his movements to lay down next to him.

“The girls are gonna love it, trust me.”

Suddenly the cocky guy became silent again.

“Who cares...” He mumbled out as a faint blush crept onto his face.

“Excuse me? Who’s the one that said he’s gonna be a player in college?”

I giggled at his flustered form until the softness of one of my pillow hit my head. Letting out another fit of giggles, I took away the pillow and stuck it under my stomach as I leaned on it, and watched the boy closer.

“Tetsuro.”

“Mh?”

“I’m gonna miss you the most too.”

His eyes flickered back to me and stayed for a bit longer.

“...And Kenma!” I added with a teasing grin and rolled onto my back.

“Oh shut up.” My friend groaned as he placed a hand over his face to hide his own grin.

I wanted this moment to last just a bit longer...

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Another short comfort fic cause I’ve been feeling pretty down recently but i hope ya like it anyways ^^

[kyuublu]

𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬

— 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 <𝟑

[kyuublu]

Dumbass

Brother!Oikawa x reader

Sibling AU

No one’s ever going to love me.

Of course my teenage brain wouldn’t stop drowning in self-pity at the thought of what happened today. My eyes stayed stuck on the ceiling while my body was sprawled out on my bed . Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes while I replayed the horrific scene of todays events in my head over and over again.

Stupid High School crushes.

Then another slap in the face occured in the form of my brother - Toru- entering the room, without knocking, as always.

“You won’t believe what Iwa did to me today.” A groan escaped my lips as I turned away from him, facing the wall, trying as hard as I could to keep my watering eyes away from his sight. I just wanted him to spare me another horrible feeling of embarrassment.

The brunette slammed the door shut and dramatically fell next to me, onto my bed. “So, there I was, talking to Himari-“. Toru always maintained the same mannerisms while talking since he had been little. Seeing him wave his arms around or shaking his head to exaggerate certain parts, always made me chuckle a bit. Even now I could feel him shuffle around slightly while I attempted to listened to his nonsense yet again.

“-She looked beautiful as always by the way, even though I think she might have changed her hair because it kinda looks lighter than before but anyways-“ I sighed, another attempt to leading him to believe I was behaving like I normally would. As if it was just another day, where he annoyed me for a bit, only to leave the room soon after and telling me the food was ready. I knew he cared for me, or else he wouldn’t tell me all the stupid details of his day. That’s why I always found myself listening to him. Even at times when I was hurting.

“Iwa just comes out of the gym and chucks one of the volleyballs at my head! And not softly might I add-“

The scenario played in my head as a small chuckle escaped my lips, my voice slightly wavering, making it sound more sad than humorous.

“And then he-“

A pause. Toru propped himself on his elbows as his head turned towards my disheveled form. My breathe hitched for a second as I held my knees closer to my chest, fearing he might’ve actually noticed this time.

“Are you crying?”

Suddenly an extreme feeling of frustration ran through me as I rolled my eyes. I felt a mix of anger and relief at his words but didn’t want to face him, scared of what his reaction would be.

“Just leave me alone Toru.”

The captains’ eyes softened at the tone of my voice. “What happened?”

“As if you care.”

I scoffed at him, slightly turning to see his face clearer this time. A pinch of sadness adorned his features.

“Stop talking crap, what happened y/n?” He asked more firmly now as he scrunched his brows in concern. I cursed at myself as my lips started trembling again.

“I-I confessed to this guy after school and-“

“Which guy? The basketball player?”

I nodded at his question. He hummed and nodded his head simultaneously in acknowledgement. It came natural to Toru to interrupt while someone was talking. But I knew he just wanted every detail to the story, to be able to give me the advice that I needed.

“Well I gave him a letter and he opened it in class while his friends were around.” My vision had become blurry, I couldn’t stop the little water droplets from sliding down my cheeks. “Most of ‘em just laughed and teased him but his reaction was the worst. He just teared up the letter, saying he didn’t even know who I was.”

Toru stayed silent for awhile as he studied my face. My eyes flickered to him at times but mostly stayed on my bedsheets to avoid his gaze.

“You know, sometimes I think no one’s ever going to love me.” As I uttered the words that had plagued my mind since I had ran out of class.

“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.”

I turned my head to the brunette abruptly, appalled at the way he chose to respond to me spilling my heart out to him. “What?”

“Do you really think that some stupid wannabe popular kid from your highschool is going to be your last chance at love?”

Toru let out a heartfelt chuckle until moved closer, only to ruffle my already messy hair in the process.

“I thought you’d learn better than that from watching your big brother all these years!”

Feeling as the had mood shifted, I only snorted at his stupid comment and waved him off. “What am I supposed to learn from a dumbass like you?”

He gasped dramatically as he shuffled towards the end of the bed.

“Excuse me, I could give you some tips for confidence-“ He looked me up and down one more time, while a playful grin appeared on his face. “Oh and we could work on your appearance while we’re at it.”

Grabbing the pillow closest to me, I swung it perfectly into my siblings face, making him grunt in annoyance.

“Get out of my room, idiot.”

Toru stood up, chucking the pillow back at me and walked back to open my bedroom door. Then, the boy paused again and turned to me one last time.

“Seriously though, this isn’t the end of the world. You’ll find someone who’s going to like you for who you are someday and until then, you’ll get by just fine on your own.” He gave me genuine smile this time but swiftly got back to open the door, making his way to leave the room.

“Thanks Toru.”

The words escaped my lips faster than I could comprehend, only for him to give me a quick wave, showing me in his own way, that he cared about me even if didn’t seem like it on the surface.

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A little comfort fic since I seem to have a weird hate/love relationship with him lol.

[kyuublu]

Quick Thrills [2]

Kyoutani Kentaro x reader

Underground Fighter AU

Part Two

Song rec: Bad religion - Frank Ocean

After we got out of the Bus and into the busy streets, I noticed how tired Kyoutani still was. His body only moving when necessary and his eyelids daring to fall at any second. Thankfully we found a restaurant that wasn’t too busy like the others that seemed to be buzzing with fashionable young adults.

“I’m starving.” I held a hand against my stomach and looked dreadfully out the window we sat by. I had to admit that I was pretty done too. Before I could even think about any other troubles of mine, Kyoutanis long silence grabbed my attention. This kind of silence was something different than usual. “Hey, stop giving me the cold shoulder. You haven’t talked since we got here.”

The man still held his gaze on the table as his shoulders hung low. He wasn’t just thinking, I could tell he was concerned about the upcoming fight. I leaned forward and tried to meet his eye. “Don’t think about it for now okay? And if you do then at least say it out lout. You know you can always talk to me.” The fighter didn’t budge. Sighing I leaned back again, taking the menu in my hand. I scanned through the pages until I found something for my taste.

“Iwaizumi and I used to go to the same school.” My eyes quickly wandered back to Kyoutani as I lowered the menu. “He was a better athlete than me in any way you could imagine. Fuck it, he was the best athlete in the whole school.” He huffed out a chuckle and finally let me look him in the eye.

“I thought you guys met through fights?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. My friend only shook his head until he turned to the window. “I didn’t even know he fought until someone randomly had told me I went to school with one of the best upcoming fighters. I shouldn’t have been so suprised but I mean he looked like a pretty decent guy.”

His eyes focused on something in the distance but mine stayed locked on him. “I didn’t think he would end up like this.”

Suddenly a foreign emotion took over me. I couldn’t quite place if it was anger or sadness. “You didn’t think he’d end up like you.”

Kyoutanis demeanor didn’t change after what I said, but it was clear to me that I hadn’t been wrong. I shrugged off the weird tension that was building up and took the menu again. A brow lifted when I saw one of my friends’ favorite sweets.

“Oi Ken, they got donuts here too.” Kyoutani grunted at the nickname I frequently used to tease him. Nonetheless the fighter still was quick to add the donut to his order at the end. After we ate it had already started to get dark again. Before we had to linger around the big city at night, we decided to get to the next motel. Another Bus took us to the nearest station and from there on we walked a couple of minutes again. When we saw the motel from afar it was obvious that it had been a more rundown, cheap one which my partner wasn’t too happy about.

“Are you kidding me?” He sighed as he took in the flickering neon lights that seemed weak against the other enormous signs that were plastered on the streets buildings.

As we entered the motel, a familiar voice rung through the hallway. Suddenly a look at the reception made it awfully clear who it was.

“Don’t let it be-“ Maddogs’ frustration only worsened once the figure casually turned around until his eyes met ours. I could only mumble a quick “Oikawa...” before the man could greet us from afar with an enthusiastic smile.

“Oh hey guys! What a nice suprise!” As we slowly stepped closer, I decided to play nice and give him the attention he usually needed.

“Yes, it’s definitely suprising.” Before I could say another word, I could feel Kyoutanis wandering eyes and his constant fidgeting. I knew he was nervous to meet the fighter Oikawa was accompanying. “So, y/n how-“

“Let me just check in real quick.” I cut the brunette off quickly before talking to the receptionist and getting our keys. After the exchange, I put the keys into my partners hands. “You can go ahead already. I know you’re tired.” He only gave me a short nod before walking of with his bag in hand. My eyes catched Oikawas again for a minute before he couldn’t stop himself from talking again.

“He still doesn’t say a word does he? I thought it would get better one day but it seems like he’ll never become a big talker.”

I let out a chuckle. The tall man stepped away and took a seat at one of the couches in the hallway.

“Oh and of course another thing hasn’t changed either.” He made a dramatic pause to coerce me into speaking again. “And what could that thing be, Oikawa?”

He gasped before putting a hand over his chest. “Since when have you stopped using my first name?”. I rolled my eyes at his childishness but stepped closer, only to rest on the seat opposite of him. “We’ve only met twice Oi-“

His pout made me visibly cringe but I went along with his stupidity. “Toru.” A proud grin spread across his face as he crossed his arms. “I’d consider us close enough. I mean you are a dear friend of our little Maddog.”

I chuckled at his antics again until I could feel my fellow colleagues’ eyes on me. “You still didn’t notice it though, did you?”

“What?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“He’s head over heels for you, honey.”

My eyes stayed a little longer on his this time, struggling to find a normal response I could give. “What hasn’t changed therefore is; that he’s still a coward.”

I blinked my eyes, perplexed at his sudden statement. Toru only leaned back on the couch, satisfied by my flustered state. The only thing that came to my mind now was the question I had been asking myself since we first got here.

“Where’s Iwaizumi? You usually stick to him at all times..” I tried casually breaking eye contact to look around the lobby. Toru let out laugh, letting me know that he found my question, to turn the conversation, a bit blunt. “He’s resting in his room. That’s what he told me but I’m guessing he’s watching the video of his last fight again.”

I nodded slowly. “Wow, we’re up against a real professional this time, huh?”. A small smile was spreading across my face until Toru suddenly stood up, stepping next to my seat.

“You knew what you’re getting yourself into. Now we just have to find out if he can keep his word.” My brows furrowed as the brunette walked past me, until his footsteps couldn’t be heard anymore. These two did have more history with each other than I had previously thought.

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“Ken, I have a question..”

I looked at my hands as he entered our shared room after taking a shower. The room did thankfully have two separate beds, which made me feel a bit at ease after the confession Toru had just thrown at me out of nowhere. But there wasn’t any time for this type of thing.

“Okay, what’s up?” The fighter came closer and sat down on the bed opposite of me, rubbing his short hair with a towel. “Did something happen between you and Iwaizumi?”

Our eyes met for a moment until his flickered down to his feet.

“He told me I wasn’t good enough.”

“Good enough for what?”

A big sigh escaped the mans lips. He awkwardly turned to lean against the headboard of his bed. “The last time we fought was just for training. He had given me a couple of tips and when I asked him if he’d be down to fight, he gave me this serious look.” Kentaro spaced out again, as if he was reliving the moment again in his head.

“‘You’re not good enough to beat me.’ Was the last thing I heard from him. After that day he was very, i don’t know, distant- I guess?”. The fighter watched his own hand fiddle with the hem of his shirt. His casual tone seemed to drown out the hurt he had probably felt til today.

I noticed he had a weird place in his heart for this childhood ‘friend’ of his. I had never seen him this willing to talk about his past before.

2 am

I stared at the digits on my phone in frustration. My stomach had started rumbling an hour ago, when I had been staring at the ceiling because of my insomnia. It wasn’t unusual for me stay up late or not get sleep at all before a fight. Eventhough I wasn’t the one who’d be going into the ring, I had to admit that I was always nervous about Maddog hurting himself real bad one day.

I shuffled around until the hunger had gotten the best of me, making me drag myself out of the bed. I decided to go to the vending machine in the lobby, grabbed my wallet and left as quietly as I could. Hopefully Kentaro would be able to get the rest he needed for tomorrow. Once I entered the lobby I quickly recognized another person standing infront of the vending machine. I shrugged and came to a halt until I catched a glimpse of the mans face when he quickly glanced behind him.

“Iwaizumi?”

The fighter turned completely this time, a uncertainty hidden behind his eyes once I had his full attention. “I’m y/n, Maddogs’ Manager.”

Iwaizumi shook his head with somewhat of an embarrassed smile. “Ah- I’m sorry, I’m really bad at remembering people and their names.”. I waved him off quickly. “It’s fine. I get people mixed up all the time, especially in this business.”

There was another awkward feeling lingering until Iwaizumi stepped aside, pointing towards the vending machine. “You probably wanted to- uh-“

“Oh yes, my stomach was killing me.” I stepped forward and took a look at the options behind the glass. After luckily finding one of my favorite snacks, I tapped in the needed number. My curiosity rose again once I noticed Iwaizumi leaning against the wall next to the machine and swiping away on his phone.

“Aren’t you gonna get some rest before tomorrow?” He glanced at me before taking another bite off of his chocolate bar. “I’m not trying to sound harsh here but this fight has already been decided for me, so.. There really isn’t a need for extra caution.”

My mouth almost dropped at his words. I’ve always taken Iwaizumi as a fighter that was humble and well calculated, not this.

“So... You think Kentaro is weak then?” I side-eyed him as I heard the snack tumbling down. A dry chuckle escaped the fighters lips, making me fully turn towards him after grabbing my snack.

“He’s not weak per say. The boy is just not strong enough to beat me yet.” My brows furrowed while my body stiffened at his response. He continued shortly once he felt the weird tension in the room. “Like I said, my intentions aren’t to be rude. I’m only trying to make him understand that he can’t just rush his way up without structure or hard work.”

I was still growing mad at the points the brunette made. He didn’t know anything about the Maddog that I’ve seen all these years.

“I’m sorry but you don’t know shit about his determination. Kyoutani worked his ass off to get where he is now. It’s sad to hear that one of the people he used to idolize says this kinda crap about him.” We held eye contact for a minute, seemingly waiting for one of us to break the silence, until the man let out a long sigh. Iwaizumi didn’t say another word as he walked away.

He didn’t have to, to me he had already said enough.

3 am

Once I entered our shared room again I was met with a harsh glare. Kentaro sat on his bed, only in his boxers and some old white tshirt. I kinda wanted to laugh at his demeanor, the way he crossed his arms made him look like my mom when she was about to scold me. I actually wasn’t to far off with that comparison, he really seemed just as furious.

“Did you fuck him?” His eyes stayed glued to me while I closed the door. I turned slowly with confusion written all over my face.

“What?” I blinked at him until the blonde spoke up again. “Did you or not?”

A laugh that had been stuck in my throat suddenly revealed itself. He had to be kidding.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you talked to Iwaizumi and I know how you get before fights, so...“ He shrugged, dragging his hand across his face in frustration. I chimed in before he could even finish his stupid question. “So what if I did, huh? Why does it matter so freaking much to you?”.

Finally he snapped. “Just answer the damn question, y/n.” I stared at him in disbelief, taking in a deep breath to calm myself down. “No, of course not. Why the fuck would I do that?”

Suddenly the man chuckled harshly and looked back up at me again. “I don’t know, you tell me.” My brows furrowed again as I walked towards him. We both knew this was deeper than what it seemed but, neither of us wanted to face it.

“I do it with guys that could be potential partners for future matches, we talked about this. I would never go as far as-“

“-fuck my rival?” His eyes never left mine, as if he was trying to read my thoughts. Both of us were tired at this point.

“You know what?” I turned towards my bed, taking off my pants. I slowly pulled back the blanket. “Think what you want, but I told you the truth already and I’m getting tired so...”. Looking back at the fighter I noticed that his face had changed. He was no longer frowning, he just seemed disappointed.

“Get some sleep, Ken. Stop overthinking stupid stuff.” I rolled around, my back facing him now. The sleep didn’t come to me until I could hear Kentaro shuffling around and turning off the lights next to his bed. God, we were more than tired.

FIGHT NO. 2

Me and Kyoutani haven’t talked for the whole day. He was pretty good at staying silent but I was itching to say something as soon as we entered the lockers before the fight.

“Are you gonna stay and watch?” Kentaro mumbled as he dropped his bags next to some bench. I let out a chuckle to lighten the mood.

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t seen you changing before.”. He turned towards me with his stupid stoic face, but I knew he was relieved to hear me joke around again. The fighter nodded his head towards the door.

“Get the hell out, you creep.” I let out a gasp, only to follow his order. After closing the door I began walking toward sthe fighting area. More people were starting to come in, the noises making my headache only worse.

The fight between me and Ken wasn’t over, it was merely put on hold, but I didn’t want to think about that. We pushed it aside just like we usually would, until one day it would all be carshing down on us. Until then, we could only hope that things wouldn’t get worse.

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“....Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!”

The crowds noise fainted into one loud beeping in my ear. Like bees that were humming so loudly that I couldn’t even think straight. The only thing I saw was Kentaros body on the ground and then another fighters fist raising in triumph.

I couldn’t even let out a cry.

When I regained my composure I started frantically moving through to my partner. Suddenly I noticed a speck of blood on the floor of the ring. He still wasn’t moving.

“Oi! Is he breathing? Did you check if he is breathing?” The referee stepped closer to me at the sound of my voice. The man peaked down at me and then back at Kentaro. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. We got a guy who’s pretty good with these kind of things.”. I stared at him in disbelief until I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I jumped onto the platform and went straight to the body that was still laying on the floor.

“Ken! Kentaro!” My hands were shaking as I shaked Kenators shoulder in an attempt to get some form of sign from him.

“Stop messing with me, dude!” My eyes began watering, I knew he was breathing but the image of him laying here, his defeated form, was just unbearable.

“Just let me-“. He mumbled to himself.

“Please let me be, y/n, please-“

The boy grimaced when the pain started to hit him for good. I only watched as he propped himself on his arms. He didn’t once look at me.

“Kentaro, stop being a bitch and just let me help me you.”. I grabbed the blondes’ arm and put it over my shoulder until he pulled it away with all the force he had left.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

He sneered, walking off the ring with a limb. I could only think about how defeated he had looked. Ken and I fought alot, sure, but he had never used a tone like this towards me. It was a sound of utter disgust. I just wasn’t sure if it was aimed at me or himself.

I realized how quite it had gotten, most people had started to leave the underground club.

Now it was just me, alone in the ring.

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I didn’t dare to go into the lockers. Even after saying goodbye to Oikawa, I didn’t have it in me to face him yet. Waking back and forth infront of the club entrance, I began feeling the cold wind rippling through my clothes. It felt like hours since I’ve seen my Ken.

Suddenly the metal door creaked open, revealing a pretty busted looking Kyoutani. He still didn’t look me in the eye, but only turned to walk ahead of me.

“Ken?” My hoarse voice rang through the dark alley. The man stood still, his back still facing me. “You okay...?”

Kyoutani POV

Silence. I put my hands in my pockets as I looked forwards towards the busy street that was ahead of us. The street I was so desperate to get to. I just wanted us to arrive at the motel, pack our bags and move on from all of this bullshit. But no, of course y/n had to pull one of these again. Even if I tried to avoid all of my anger from spilling, she just had to make it worse.

“What am I supposed to say to that, y/n?” My eyes were still focused on the cars passing until I heard her quiet footsteps move closer. I quickly turned with anger. “Can’t you just let it fucking go for once? You always act like you care about me but do you really give a shit? At the end of the day you only need the money from these fights.” Eventhough I wanted to desperately seem unbothered, the tone in my voice said otherwise.

“Shit.” I cursed to myself when I finally saw y/n’s face, full of worry and tears daring to spill. She still had to be my biggest weakness.

“Kentaro, I know this means more to you than you wanna admit right now. This isn’t about you just losing some fight or that you think I’m some kind of gold digger.” I shook my head frantically. She didn’t need to adress it, she really didn’t have to open up this wound again. “I’m fine, okay? Just-“

“I know it hurts to face your past, especially when you feel like you couldn’t close the chapter how you intended it to.”

Stopping my movement, I only looked down in shame. My sight began to blurr.

No, I couldn’t do this again.

“You don’t know shit.” As the harsh words left my mouth, I immediately felt another wave of regret that I didn’t think I could bare.

“I’ll meet you at the motel.”

My body felt like it moved on his own when I turned and finally met the streetlights at the end of the alley. If I dared to look at the one person my heart bled for so much, it would’ve probably broken me.

8 am

Y/Ns POV

Kyoutani hadn’t come home for another hour after I arrived. Even after thousands of attempts to call him, he didn’t budge. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling until I heard a ruttling at the door. Getting off the bed, I rushed to the door and peaked through the peephole. I didn’t think he could look even more busted than before; I thought as I opened the door.

“I didn’t have the-“ A hiccup escaped the disheveled man infront of me as he awkwardly attempted to pass through me towards his bed. My eyes never left his figure, since I was still processing that he was in fact: drunk.

“I thought you stopped drinking.” Kentaro rolled his head to the side, giving me a half ass grin. “Stop acting like my mom.”

Of course he would ignore the whole situation again. That’s what he always did.

I sighed, deciding to not give into his attempts to distract me this time. “I’m being serious, did you drink or not, Kyoutani?”

My eyes met the fighters’, even though he seemed unfocused as his smile faltered. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep going like this with you around. You don’t really give a damn about me, we both know that. You just want to fuck around and get money to get by, you get off by that thrill i swear.”

“Is that really what you think about me? This’ all you see in me?”. The disappointment was clear in my voice as I stared him down.

“I don’t know... Sometimes you give in and give me those looks... thats the only thing keeping me going. But if i’ll let you walk all over me after every single time i get out the ring, it will kill me one day.” His eyes began to water until the droplets began to hit the white motel bedsheets.

“I think we should part ways.”

There it was again, the silence. The ignorance. The avoiding gaze. The disappointment.

“Please let me help you, just- just once. Let’s talk about this.” I shut my eyes in frustration. The panic suddenly overcame me. Maybe he was serious, maybe this was the end.

“You don’t know how much it hurts to be around you. To know that you could never-“. He stopped his sudden outburst.

“Stop acting like we’re strangers Kentaro. I’ve been by your side for years now and even if you think you’re good at hiding your thoughts and emotions, you’re really not. Your face is so easy to read for me by now, I feel like I know you better than you know yourself.” I stepped closer to the bed, trying as hard as I could to get through to him.

“I know about the anxiety you get before a fight, the nightmares you get every so often and all the shit that you hide behind your words. I know you have feelings for me.”

His head snapped back to me. Then the fighter moved back to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked like a kid that got caught stealing. “Since when did you...”

A dry chuckle escaped from my lips. “I feel like I’ve always known deep down. At first I just thought you kind of admired me or something.” Kyoutani let out a lighthearted snort. Finally a sign of him acting like his normal self again. His demeanor changed again, into uncertainty.

“I wanted to deny it for a long time. Not because I don’t like you, it was just that I thought it would complicate things. What if it doesn’t work out? Would we have to give up everything that we built?”

I let out a sigh as I watched his fingers twitch nervously. “Kentaro, can we try again? Without us hiding everything from each other. Communicating with each other like normal people.”

I practically stared holes into his figure that sat infront of me. Suddenly I felt his hands cautiously moving around my waist as he pushed my body closer to him. Perplexed by his sudden reaction, a faint blush spread across my cheeks.

“Yes, please. I don’t want to hide shit anymore.” His head rested on my stomach as his arms tightened around me. Relaxing into his hold I began to think back to the fight. I couldn’t let this slide. “And one more thing.”

Kentaros figure drew back until his gaze fully landed on me. “This wasn’t the last chance for you to face him. If you want to try again, I’m always willing to try to help you. I hope you know that.”

A small smile spread across his face as he took one of my hands. For the first time in forever, he didn’t seem to hold anything back anymore.

“Let’s kick his ass next time then.”

A giggle escaped my lips at his new found enthusiasm.

“Let’s just pray that he has a new manager until then because I feel like you’re gonna kick Toru’s ass too when you see him again.”

Kyoutani groaned at the thought of the brunette until his eyes peaked up at me again. “Toru? Since when are you guys on first name basis?”

I quickly turned to free myself from his grip as I rolled my eyes playfully. “Here we go again. We’ll really have to work on my boyfriends’ jealousy problem.”

The mans cheeks turned red as he began frowning again. “I hope you’re talking about me there.”

I chuckled as I came closer, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “Oh come on, it’s always been me and you from the beginning, right?”

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Last part of this AU but i hope u enjoyed it. :))

[kyuublu]

Quick Thrills

Kyoutani Kentaro x reader

Underground Fighter AU

Part One

Song rec: Monks - Frank Ocean

5 YEARS BEFORE

The smell of booze and smoke was a thing I got used to pretty quickly, did I ever grow fond of it? Not really.

“Y/N, take out the trash wouldya?” My boss approached me from the side before taking the glass I had previously cleaned. “Yes, Sir.” I gave him a quick nod, making my way towards the back door of the small bar.

With the trash in both hands I leaned against the door, pushing my way into the cold night air. A couple of barking dogs could be heard in the distance. As I approached the garbage containers, another sound got my attention. Heavy breathing.

I turned to look at the alley behind me. A figure was uncomfortably slumped against the wall, panting like their life depended on it. Oh, its him again. After recognizing the stranger, I carelessly threw the trash into the container and decided to approach him.

“Got your ass beat again, huh?” I was a little cockier than usual, probably due to a couple of shots I had to share with some customers. The boy looked up, a bit taken back from the sudden encounter. He huffed out a chuckle and looked back to the ground.

“You should’ve seen how they looked like.”

If you looked close enough, you could make out a small glimpse of a smirk, hidden behind his harsh frown. “What a shame, I would’ve loved to see that. I only ever see you around here, all beaten up.” The boy was shaking slightly. After effects of the adrenaline probably.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go, so...” He declared, not once meeting my gaze. I only hummed in response and quickly looked at the watch on my wrist.

“My shift ends in 10 minutes. You can come over to my place after that.” His brows furrowed even more at the last comment, making me laugh a bit. He didn’t even look flustered. “I’m pretty good at handling wounds, ya know. My dad was a nurse.” Finally he turned to meet my eye. Silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

A grin plastered across my face, I always liked people who didn’t talk too much.

5 YEARS LATER

As I applied yet another coat of the clear liquid across my lips, my confidence visibly rose. A quick look in the mirror only confirmed my thoughts. I looked ready to manipulate yet another man.

After leaving the mess of a bathroom I was in, I quickly spotted my partner in crime.

“Is this really necessary again?”

Kyoutani Kentaro.

One of the new upcoming fighters in the underground scene in tokyo. After years of training and beating himself to the top (literally), he has finally reached the potential of becoming the best of the best. Of course, he didn’t get that far all on his own though.

“Yes Kentaro, you know how we play.” I gave him a side glance before walking up to the bar to get another drink. “Wasn’t your plan to play fair? When did that change?” He grumble as he began leaning against the counter. His eyes were wandering around the crowd until they focused on a certain spot in the VIP section. “Oh come on, that was years ago!” I waved off his attempts at leaving the club early. I knew only wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.

“Making connections, knowing your crowd. That’s what will get you even further than any of those fools that you fight against.” Holding his gaze for a minute I turned back to look for the VIP section. “You mean, milking rich guys for their money.” His brow perked up in expectation. He knew what I was doing, but he also knew it worked everytime.

“How about this? I go and get the big bad rich guys to bet on you-“ I walked infront of my dear friend as I poked his chest playfully. “And you introduce yourself, act nice for a bit and then excuse yourself because you need some rest before the game tomorrow.” The man only let out a dry chuckle before shrugging “That was my plan from the start.”

After introducing ourselves to most of the investors that were lingering around the VIP section, one caught my eye specifically. It was always the same type of guy. I could already feel the disgust of my working partner when the man shook my hand with the biggest smirk.

“Please tell me you’re going home with that guy. Anyone but him.”

“Come on ken! You know the guys I go for... And he’s one of the biggest investors for-“

Before Kyoutani could listen to any more of my drunk bullshit he stopped me with a pat on the shoulder. “Just call me if this idiot pulls some funny shit.” I giggled and nodded my head like a little kid, only to so him roll his eyes. He knew what I was getting myself into again, and he’d let me do it again.

The apartment I was currently in must’ve been huge. As soon as the investor guy, that had previously introduced himself as Atsumu, and I had entered the place there was a huge glass wall. It provided a view of the whole city. The rest was just a blurr due to his lips crashing on mine as soon as we stepped in.

“So you and Kentaro.. Is there something serious between y’all?” His voice only sounding like a whisper next to my ear. I put my head back for a second and looked him dead in the eye.

“Are you serious? I’m his manager.” I grabbed his face closer before he could make another dumb comment. Suddenly Atsumu backed away again with a smirk. “So what? Just because ya work for somebody doesn’t mean it can’t become more.”

I noticed pretty quickly that his while personality seemed to revolve around teasing people. He got off on making people visibly uncomfortable.

“Don’t compare my working ethics with your flings at the office.” The fake blonde only scoffed before guiding my hips against his more forcefully. This was gonna be a long night.

“Ya really think he’s gonna win?”

“I don’t think so, I know it.”

[Kyoutani POV]

She always does this shit. That was the first thing I thought as soon as I heard the door open at 9 am. My eyes snapped shut as she wandered around the room, clumsily getting out of her clothes and looking for the couch in the dark. The smell of alcohol filling the room caught my attention as I peaked through my barely shut eyes.

She often slept in underwear, but I still didn’t get used to the feeling it gave me when I saw her walking around so carelessly. Y/n finally found the end of the couch and slowly sprawled herself onto it. I could only see her feet peaking out from the side. I hated when she came home like that. At this point it wasn’t just reckless, she just seemed pathetic.

1st Fight

[Y/N POV]

“Aran! You looking fine as always, I see.” The man held out his arms invitingly at the sight of me. “And you haven’t changed a bit, y/n.”

After letting go from the crushing hug, I frowned at his response. “I hope that’s a compliment.”

“I would never mock you, my friend.” He patted me on the shoulder until his eyes met Kentaros behind me. The fighter wore his usual frown, which was only accentuated by the black eyeliner under his eyes.

“I’m guessing you’re the infamous Mad dog I’ve been hearing about.” Aran held out his hand but was only met with another cold stare and somewhat of a grunt. I only sighed at his behavior. He always gets weird around new people, or just almost anyone besides me in general actually. I pushed his figure towards the door Aran had previously opened for us. “Sorry, he’s always a little grumpy before a fight.” The old friend only nodded and gave Kentaro a quick glance before entering after us. He was probably weirded out like most people who met him.

“You always seem to know someone, any place we go.” Kyoutani was trudging beside me now as we headed towards the lockers.

“Well yea, you always get to know some people when you work at a bar.”

“You quit like 2 years ago.” He huffed out.

“Like I said, you gotta know your crowd and thankfully I did enough research before we entered this scene.” My friend didn’t seem to convinced as he side eyed me. Poking his side I teasingly grinned up at him.

“Just appreciate my efforts, you big baby.”

[Kyoutani POV]

After hitting my last punch I knew it was over for the guy. His eyes only showing fear before I could draw out another swing to his face. I could feel the excitement taking over me when his body landed on the floor. I knew what was coming next.

“The Winner is... Maddog!”

The referee held up my hand before the guy could even stand up properly. At this point even the small crowd of people surrounding the ring weren’t paying attention to the guy who was knocked out. Everyone seemed ecstatic.

My eyes immediately found y/n’s. Without a doubt this was the best thing about winning a fight. The cheering from the crowd was nothing against the look she gave me every single time I won. Just for a moment, it felt like I was the only one she had eyes for. A genuine smile began forming on my lips when I saw her chanting with the crowd. Sadly the moment was over way too fast.

A sudden pat on the shoulder pulled me back into reality. The referee and I spoke a quick word and then I headed out of the ring. Back at the lockers I had just calmed back down again. The adrenaline usually stayed for a couple more hours after a fight but this time it didn’t seem to go down until a certain y/h/c came into view. She held out a big chunk of money in her hand and waved it around proudly. I couldn’t hold back my smile.

“Look at my boy taking big money home tonight.” Tossing the money on the spot next to me, y/n began to come closer. “I’m proud of you.” Her smile was wholeheartedly this time again until her gaze focused back on the money.

“But don’t get too cocky for now. You know who’s coming up next.” I nodded slowly in acknowledgement. “Come on, let’s get outta here.”

After walking for what felt like hours, we finally ended up at a bus stop where a bus was already waiting for us. Not just for us though.

“Really? One of those travel buses again?”

The woman beside me sighed again at my clear frustration. “Kyoutani, you know we can’t afford some freaking limousine.” Rolling my eyes at her exaggeration, I trudged after her into the vehicle. “We could’ve at least took a train or something.” This time she didn’t reply but only showed the driver our information. After handling that, we made our way towards our seats.

I was beat after this fight, but I sure as hell wasn’t to happy about having to sleep on an uncomfortable bus seat.

“Hey, I’m sorry dude but we just can’t spend the money on whatever we feel like.” It was clear that she genuinely felt bad about the situation. I shrugged as I took the seat next to her and threw my head back.

“It’s alright, I trust you with the organizing and stuff. You’re the boss after all.” The woman suddenly perked up at the ‘boss’ remark.

“Uhh so I’m your boss now, huh? I thought I was just your little assistant that takes care of you.”

My cheeks almost began to turn red until I pushed her shoulder playfully. “Sh-Shut up ya idiot.” Her giggles filled the rustling inside the bus and made my knees weak simultaneously.

Thank god I was already sitting.

[Y/N POV]

Kyoutani was out in minutes after the bus left the station. I looked over his awkwardly placed form. His arms were crossed over his chest and his head was slightly tilted to the side.

My brows furrowed once I took in the current state of his body. He had scratches and blue spots here and there but that couldn’t compare to the pure exhaustion that was emitting from him. I knew this routine took a toll on him but everytime he came out of a fight I just felt bad. It was always a mystery to me why he had started fighting in the first place. The only thing I knew was his background of causing a lot of trouble in high school until he got kicked out of his home.

Thankfully our paths crossed pretty soon after and I took him in after finding him all busted on the streets. The idea of being his manager came when I first saw him fight in an underground competition.

My job at the bar only kept me somewhat afloat and my life seemed to be spiraling into a continuous cycle of depression.

Back then his fascination with fighting might have been out of pure need for thrill, but I was truly amazed by it. His drive shook me awake from that weird state I was in.

But it was still strange to me, what did he keep doing it for?

This guy got me way too worried. I shrugged off my thoughts, carefully placing my head against his shoulder. I slowly lulled my way into sleep as I took in the scenery of the drive to our next destination.

Shibuya

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Hope u guys enjoyed another AU fic. Also Part 2 is coming pretty soon!

[kyuublu]

Ice cold

part 3 (Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader | series)

Ice Sakting AU

Song rec: Pope Is a Rockstar - SALES

November

„Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving Paris shortly...“

My brows furrowed in confusion as I slowly started opening my eyes. Grimacing at the pain in my neck I started rubbing my hand on the area. Sakusa was seated beside me looking out the window, a pair of headphones stuck in his ears.

Tapping his shoulder carefully, I tried making conversation with him since his lack of movement scared me a bit.

„Did you not leave your seat once?“ I asked casually after gaining his attention. „Of course not. I’d rather piss myself than getting on one of the toilets here.“ The boys‘ eyes skimmed over his phone. After taking a brief glance to the side he earned a groan from me.

„Jesus, did you listen to that the whole time?“

Sakusa finally turned fully to the side, greeting me with a annoyed face. „Are you interrogating me?“

I huffed out a laugh before the deeper voice on the other side of me could chime in.

„Y/N is trying to say that you should maybe put your attention on something else for a bit so you can breathe and think clearly for the competition.“ Both of our heads were now turned to the trainer that had a magazine in one hand and a wine glads in the other. „Wasn’t that what you were trying to say dear?“ I only shrugged, dismissing the caring undertone that he had implied. „I just personally think it would drive me crazy.“

“I’d rather listen to this song for days on repeat than have to listen to your snoring again.” The curly head was getting more and more sarcastic over the course of the flight and I was getting sick of it.

„Well thank god we don’t have to sleep next to each other ever again.“

Looking him directly in the eye, I finally felt a little more on eye level with him. I guess we just both get a bit bitchy when we‘re stuck in a big metal box with wings for hours.

„I mean, you never know what the future holds.“Both of us snorted in disbelief at Mr. Watanabe as he kept his gaze on the magazine.

Here we were, Paris. It was beautiful.

I mean- as far as I could tell from the short taxi drive from the airport to the hotel.

„So you guys know, no breaks. Go up to your rooms, leave your stuff there and we’ll go directly to the rink.“ Sakusa only nodded after taking one of the key cards from his trainer. Sighing at the stress that was already hitting me since we got off the plane, I also took a card. Room 147 B.

Suddenly I noticed that the dark haired boy had already left my sight. I gotta admit, he is fast.

After getting to my designated room and literally throwing my stuff in there. I only quickly got changed into something that didn’t smell like a long day at the airport. After closing my door I came face to face to the man himself.

„Tzeh, he wasn’t wrong when he said we wouldn’t know what the future holds. I’ll probably hear your snores through the walls.“ Sakusa had what appeared to be an attempt of a smirk on his face, as he then walked down the hallway.

„Oh my god, its not even that bad. Can you stop being such an asshole?” Rolling my eyes I followed the skater down the hall, back to the lobby.

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The venue was even bigger than I expected. As we walked past the huge white walls towards the rink, Sakusa excused himself to the lockers. The ceiling was open and the all the seats around it made me feel dizzy. All eyes will be on one performer.

Shuddering at the thought I turned to Mr. Watanabe. “Do you think he’s-“

“He’s alright, trust me. Sakusa has performed in bigger venues.”

The trainer confidently clapped his hands together. My mouth fell open as my brows furrowed at the thought of even bigger rinks. “You’re kidding...”

Suddenly I heard scratching ice and felt a figure coming to a halt on the rink behind me.

“Don’t you know, Sakusa is a little superstar!” I turned excitedly when I recognized Sugas voice, engulfing him in a awkward hug over the railing between us.

“Wow! At least someone is happy to see me.” The smile was evident in his voice. We both had really missed eachother, since after the time we first met we had been texting constantly. He was a great friend to me eventhough we haven’t seen each other often.

“Of course! I’m not just here for grumpy cat.” We chuckled at the nickname of the black haired boy until I could feel his eyes pierce through my back.

“Nice to see you have chosen to befriend the enemy.” I rolled my eyes as Sakusa stopped to stand next to me. “Oh come on Omi, relax a little. Behind the scenes we’re all just buddies after all.”

“I’m not your buddy.” The boy mumbled as he secured his skates once again. Suddenly another figure swiftly appeared behind Suga.

“Omi, you seem thrilled as always.” The boy leaned confidently on the railing next to Suga. This must be Aran Ojiro as Mr. Watanabe had informed me beforehand. He was an amazing performer, gathering alot of points for his presence alone.

“I told you guys to stop calling me that.” Sakusa stood up, ignoring the two skaters as he departed towards the ice rink. He easily moved to along the ice and made his rounds. After Sakusas little fit, Aran turned to me with a grin as he held out a hand. “I’m Aran by the way.” My hand found his as I returned the smile and introduced myself.

After talking a little with him and Suga, it was clear to me that they had already been close for years.

“So you and Omi? How long have you guys been...?”Aran raised a brow playfully, I immediately shook my head.

“Hell no. Not in a million years.”

“Excuse me? So you mean to tell me that you came all the way here to the City of love, only to watch some skinny boys twirl on ice?”Suga exclaimed as he gave a look.

“I- I uhmm... Yeah?” My confidence went downhill as I thought of another thing to say. Both of them were such big characters. I kinda felt boring between two pro skaters that lived these crazy lifes. Flying from one country to another, performing in even bigger venues than the one we were currently standing in.

“Well let me tell you, I’d never thought I’d see him inviting someone to a competition. Let alone a girl.” Aran chuckled as his eyes travelled to Sakusas form that was still moving to warm himself up.

“It’s not like that though.” Both of the boys eyes were now on me, seemingly interested in what I’d say next. I looked down as my face began heating up. He could never like me like that. “I- I just helped him with picking out a song and the rest was thanks to his trainer.”

Aran hummed in acknowledgment but decided to speak up again. “That’s something though. He wouldn’t consider to ask us for any type of advice really.”

Sugawara chuckled at his comment, lightly pushing himself back on the ice. “Well, I’ll have to get moving again before I’ll start freezing to death.” I gave him a quick smile as I watched his skate away, Aran close to follow the grey haired boy until he quickly turned around again.

“Was nice meeting ya! Maybe you guys can meet us at the entrance after practice. We’ll probably explore the city for a little bit before the big day tomorrow.” My eyes went wide at the offer, that caught me off guard. They really wanted me there? I barely knew anybody besides them. “Sure! But we’ll see if I’ll manage to drag Omi along.” I playfully remarked, which was met with a small chuckle from Aran as he also pushed himself back onto the rink.

____

My eyes snapped open as I felt someone’s elbow meet in my side. Still slightly in shock I looked to my right.

“Jesus Sakusa, couldn’t you have woken me up a bit less violent.”

The curly head didn’t even seem to listen to my nagging since his eyes were fixated on the rink. I followed his gaze until I was met with a tall lanky figure, moving elegantly on the icey floors.

“Lev Haiba. He’s one of jury’s favorites.” Sakusas tone was more serious as he watched the boy skate his routine.

“Don’t worry, just because heart a favorite doesn’t mean he’ll do any better than you. You’ve been working on this performance for so long. You’ve actually tried something new and decided to change things up while maintaining your style.”

My hand subconsciously rose to almost land on his shoulder but I decided against it, as I drew it back between my legs. “You’ll definitely outshine this guy in a heartbeat when you step on the ice.” I looked at him through my lashes, waiting for any kind of reaction.

“We’ll see.”

The boy stood up abruptly without sparing me another glance. Then suddenly I got a hold of his one of his sleeves to ask him the question I had been dying to ask for hours.

“Do you maybe wanna... hang out?” Sakusa turned to me with an unsure look on his face. To me he seemed as if he was either confused as to why I’d even attampt to ask or why I’d dare to hold his sleeve. I quickly let go of the end of the skaters jacket and stood up infront of him. “So?”

He sighed in defeat as my eyes stayed expectantly locked on his. “Alright, but lets ask Mr. Watanabe before we-“

Loud laughs could be heard from the seats above us. One of them clearly being from our precious coach, enjoying his time with some of the other coaches (probably the femal ones).

“Well, I guess he won’t mind a little fun!” I walked ahead of the black haired boy with my head held high. This time I won’t let him run away from me nor his other ‘friends’.

When we arrived at the entrance there was a group of around 5 people waiting. Sakusas pace slowed down a little as he saw Suga approach us.

“Oi, you guys actually decided to come! I thought I’d have to wake you before Omi would leave you to sleep in the venue.” Me and some of the people giggled along with the joke but Sakusa clearly wasn’t amused.

“Well, are you guys waiting for more?” I asked curiously but Aran shook his head. “Nah, we can go. We’ll probably look for some food place before we can check out the area.” Nodding at his idea, the group slowly took off until I noticed Sakusas figure standing still like a statue.

“Sakusa?”

I turned to the boy with brows furrowed in confusion, why was he making such a fuss now? “Just go ahead, I’ll wait for Mr. Watanabe and head back to the hotel.” The boy stayed nonchalant not even noticing how I was practically fuming on the inside. He can’t even allow himself to have fun in freaking Paris.

“Are you serious?”

I stared him down now, tired of his behavior. Sure he can be antisocial but these guys were all so nice to him and trying to be his friends, but he wouldn’t budge.

“What?”

“We’re in Paris! We should be exploring, having fun-“

Sakusa only let out a cold laugh as he looked away from me in disbelief. “I’m not here to have fun, y/n. I’m here for a freaking competition.” Suddenly he stepped closer to me with a daring look on his face.

“These aren’t my friends and they aren’t yours either. As soon as we leave, they’ll forget about you and your stale personality because they have more important things to worry about than texting some average girl from a small little town.”

I looked down to my feet. This time I wasn’t feeling shame or embarrassment. I was in rage.

Then a voice rang from further away, breaking the tension. “Are ya guys coming or not?” I cleared my throat for a second, turning towards the group. “Just a minute!” My head moved back up to face the boy infront of me.

“Just because you can’t let anybody get close to you, doesn’t mean they are automatically the bad guys. You won’t even open up to me, Sakusa.”

I slowly walked away from his form without seeing his reaction but I decided to speak up again, my back turned towards the skater.

“I’m sick of trying to excuse or even understand you and your ways. I’m done.”

My feet moved on their own as I kept my eyes locked on the group in the distance. Their giggles and talks piercing through the heavy tension I had just left behind.

____

After finding a small restaurant that wasn’t going to cost us a whole three day budget in Paris, we finally settled down at a table.

I actually calmed down pretty quickly after the fight with Sakusa. Usually my thoughts would be stuck on these type of things for hours but I felt confident in what I had said. I wasn’t going to let him ruin my night or any of the others for that matter.

“You okay?” Sugawara sweetly leaned towards me next to my seat. I shrugged off the uneasy feeling I had before and responded “Yeah, I’m just hungry.”. The boy gave me a sympathetic look before handing me one of the menu’s. “I definitely feel you on that one.” Letting out a laugh I quickly scanned over the menu.

Some time later we had all been full and ready to hit the streets. I also got introduced to the other people of the group in which mainly Suna and a pair of twins had stuck out the most. The Miya twins usually bickering and Suna showing me recordings of some of the most iconic fights between the other skaters. They were a pretty loud bunch, but it was actually pretty refreshing.

As we roamed around Paris, it seemed that tall classy buildings and cosy cafes were all over. Even in the break of dawn it seemed as if the night was still young. Lights adorned the streets and people were still busy as ever.

There was a little thought in the back of my head, just for a moment. Maybe Sakusa would have liked seeing some parts around here. The more quiet once, or the little river that mirrored the lights of the city.

When we ended at the infamous Eiffel Tower, Sugawara had already persuaded me into going onto the attraction though. It took me abit of strength to actually get all the way up there but the view was worth it.

All the city lights seemed to shine even brighter. Even the height was forgotten when the beauty of Paris had engulfed me already.

“I haven’t been up here since I was 12.” The voice of the one person I have been trying to avoid in my head was suddenly right behind me. I didn’t let myself turn to the curly hot head as I crossed my arms. “Why didn’t you just tag along if you’d end up here anyways...”

Sakusa stepped next to me, eyes focused on the view infront of us. “I only left the hotel a couple of minutes ago.” He then held a an image of Sunas instagram story up towards my face. “It wasn’t that hard to find you guys though.”. I stifled a laugh at the thought of Sakusa actually looking through our instagram stories to find us. “You’re ridiculous.”.

I felt his gaze on me. “I’m sorry about that thing at the venue...” His voice was barely audible, as if he wasn’t even sure what he had wanted to say next. “What thing exactly?” My eyes stayed on the buildings and lights, not once budging into giving him my attention.

Kiyoomi sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He really wasn’t good at these kinds of things. “I didn’t want to be so fucking rude. I just-“ The boy stopped himself but then decided to just blurr out what he had already been thinking.

“I just thought you wanted to hang out with me, not with the whole group... I thought you’d actually want to be alone with me for once.” My brows furrowed in confusion. “We have been alone countless of times Omi.”

The use of his usually dreaded nickname suddenly made Sakusa look away quickly to hide his creeping blush. “Yes but it was because we had to be, not because you actually wanted to be around me.” My eyes went wide at the confession, my head snapping to his face. “What?”

Suddenly I could feel his hand touching mine cautiously. “I don’t want to be around those idiots-“ I chuckled at his remark until he continued his little speech. “but I shouldn’t have told you all of that crap. I was just a bit...” He looked to the ground, almost looking shy at this point. “Jealous?” I asked curiously with a hint of a smile on my lips. The boy looked up, a bit taken back by my sudden boldness. “Irritated, I guess.”

I smiled at the underlying victory, I knew what he was thinking for once. I could finally be more casual around him.

“Are you still nervous about the whole Lev thing?” I asked to break the silence that had been dawning on us for a bit now. “No, I think I’m alright.” My brows were raised at his relaxed answer. “So my peptalk did ease your mind, huh?” He smiled softly “I think you have that effect on me generally.”

As he turned to me his gaze lingered for a little too long, making me feel like I was about to freaking pass out. His hand swiftly grabbed mine and I knew I couldn’t contain my smile anymore.

“You know... I think I might like you.”

Finally I catched his eye, basically exposing my shameless happiness that was spread across my face.

“I think I might like you too.”

Everything; Paris, the competition, the job I had back home, all of these expectations including my year off of college, suddenly werent clouding my thoughts. We were both finally just here, in the moment.

And I had a lingering feeling, that even Kiyoomi could finally breathe for a second.

The end.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it! I know it didn’t end with the competition but I wanted it to rather focus on the relationship they slowly built than on the skating alone. Hopefully it was still a nice ending though ^^

[kyuublu]

Ice cold

part 2 (Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader | series)

Ice Skating AU

Song rec: Unhealthy - Bakar

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I slowly opened my eyes, sun streaks painting the walls of my room. What time is it?

BEEP BEEP BEEP

„Alright, alright.“ I mumbled as I tapped viciously at my phone screen to turn the horrendous sound off.

My limbs felt heavy as I dragged myself up out of bed.

„God damn it...“ I let out a huff when I realised I’ve been sleeping for way too long. My parents were going to kill me.

Suddenly my phone started ringing again but this time it wasn’t my alarm. Grabbing my phone again, I took a moment to look at the foreign number. Who the hell is calling me?

„Hello?“

I brought the device to my ear and waited.

„It’s y/n, right?“

Sakusa?? My eyes widened. Where did he get my number from?

„Yes, but how-“

„Can you open up the rink for me?“

My brows furrowed at the request.

„Why are you asking me? I’m not working today.“

He sighed. I could practically see him rolling his eyes.

„I know that dumbass, the rink isn’t open on sundays. I asked Mr. Takahashi to open up for me today but he seems to be sick and told me to call you.“

Oh man, I just wanted a day for myself to do nothing and just lay in bed... Guess that’s how it’s like when you have a job.

„So?“

Sakusa voice rang through the phone with more caution.

„Yeah yeah, I’m coming. It’ll take me a bit though.“

Suddenly the boy let out a dry chuckle.

„What, did I wake you up?“

I pouted at his stupid question.

„Shut up. Just wait for me.“

Before he could let out another comment, I hung up. He is such an ass.

I sighed as I remindef myself, I’m only doing this for Mr. Takahashi.

Walking out of the Bus I could immediately make out the curly head from the distance. As I came closer I noticed him wearing some big black headphones.

That was weird, he usually never really listened to music beside his CDs.

I approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder. He flinched and pulled one side of the headphone aside.

„Did you have to touch me?“

Sakusa glared at me. I chuckled as I walked towards the entrance.

„Jesus, I’ll remember to yell next time. Seriously though, there was no way you could’ve heard me with those on.“

I pointed at the device on his head. Sakusa only rolled his eyes and waited for me to open up the place.

„What are you listening to anyways?”

The boy took of the headphones completely and tapped on the screen.

“Don’t know the song.. I’m just searching for something new.”

He shrugged.

“What got you so interested in music all of a sudden?”

I turned the key and pushed myself against the door, opening it.

“I just need a song for my next program.”

Sakusa furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What got you so interested in what I’m interested in?”

I came to a halt, turning around to the boy that stood behind me.

“I don’t know. Just trying to make conversation s’ all.”

As Sakusa secured his skates, there was still a faint sound escaping his headphones. He seemed to be more annoyed than usual. This song thing really got to him, huh.

“I’m gonna stay here since I can’t give you the keys just like that.”

Sakusa gave me an amused smile and turned towards my form.

“I’ve been going here since I was a kid, do you really think Mr. Takahashi trusts me any less with this rink than you?”

His stupid questions began annoying me at this point. Why does he have to be so smug about everything?

“Which song is it gonna be? For the performance I mean?”

I looked at my feet as I tried to ignore his attempt to get rid of me.

“Like I said, I don’t know yet.”

He sighed frustrated with the situation. His hands were propped on his knees as he looked at the rink infront of him.

“I could-“

I stopped talking before I could embarrass myself even more. I don’t need him to think I am more of an idiot than he already does.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Sakusa groaned snapping his head back to me.

“If it was nothing you wouldn’t have tried to say anything. Just spit it out.”

I kept being quiet, contemplating if my idea was really worth it.

Done with my bullshit, the boy stood up and began walking towards the rink, his headphones still dangling around his neck.

“Maybe I could show you some songs!” I panicked before he could step on the ice. His head slowly turned to me.

Before he could say anything to degrade me again I spoke up.

“I’m not gonna show you some lame pop charts song. I’ll try to find something that can be meaningful.”

I quickly took out my phone and unlocked it.

“Just- just tell me what kind of concept you’re going for and I’ll help you.”

His quietness became a bit alarming, making me look up from the screen.

Sakusa was staring at me, he wasn’t glaring or rolling his eyes- no. There was something different that I couldn’t quite place.

“Just show me something different.”

What? I perked my brow in confusion as he put his headphones back on and turned away, sliding off onto the cold ice floor.

Different? Maybe he meant something unique?

I grumbled as I sat myself back down on one of the benches. Since he was wearing headphones I just began playing different songs.

Helping him wasn’t really going to make him like me or give me anything in return, but at least I wasn’t staying in my room allday.

Suddenly the constant scratching of the blades underneath the skaters feet were coming to a halt. I looked up at the rink for a moment.

He had one of his arms propped on his hip and the other on his phone, tapping away on the screen.

Then he looked up, catching my eyes. I quickly focused on the device in my hand.

I think I have some songs... But I’m not really sure if he’ll like them.

I’ve seen Sakusa so often that I knew he was a perfectionist, germaphobe and someone that didn’t wear much color, but that was it. I didn’t know what genre he liked, what food he likes or what his type is.

His type? What the hell am I even thinking about-

“Do you have something?”

My thoughts got interrupted by the devil himself. The curly head stood right infront of me with his arms crossed. I cleared my throat in an attempt to get myself back together.

“Yeah, I think so.”

I didn’t even dare to look at him as I went through the playlist that had only contained 3 songs, hoping he at least didnt hate one of them.

He suddenly came closer and sat down an arm length away from my seat.

“What’s this one called?”

My head snapped towards him. It was the third and last one.

“Still dont know my name by Labyrinth.” I read out loud as I fidgeted with my phone. I quickly stood up and walked towards Mr. Takahashis little office.

“The bass sounds even more intense if you have boxes like here just wait a second I’ll try to-“

I began rambling until I connected the device in the office to my phone.

Rewinding to the beginning, I pressed play and the song erupted from the boxes.

Sakusa was leaning against rink. I slowly approached him and continued my rambling. “It’s actually from a tv show so maybe it’s a little too mainstream I guess, but I just thought the sound was...unique?”

My body was situated right beside his now. His eyes met mine as he slowly nodded in approval.

“It’s unique, yes. I didn’t know it though.”

I gave him a quick smile.

Did he actually like it? He hasn’t made a single negative comment in the last couple of minutes, which is a good sign.

“I’ll think about it.”

The song stopped, making us simultaneously look towards the office.

“Should I play it another time?”

“No, it’s fine. I need to go anyways.”

“Oh, okay...” I scratched my head awkwardly.

Maybe I was a bit too enthusiastic there.

After I locked the entrance door I turned away to walk towards the bus station. Sakusa was already ahead of me, of course he didn’t care to say goodbye again. What an ass...

I shrugged and began trudging towards the station.

Why did I even bother helping him? He didn’t care either way.

I haven’t seen Sakusa for two days but I was pretty sure he didn’t pick the song. I don’t know why that got to me so much, I really couldn’t stop randomly thinking about this guy.

“Wow Ms. L/N, you’ve really outdone yourself today.”

Mr. Takahashi applauded as he approached me.

“It was nothing really.”

I smiled at him, putting away the mop in my hand. I’ve just finished mopping down the entrance hallway that had been getting dirty from all the people getting in and out.

It felt so good to finally see everything looking clean and fresh again.

“You know, Kiyoomis practice starts now. I’d be fine with you leaving the rest of the work to me.” The old man spoke with a small grin.

“Oh- Okay, sure. I mean we’ll see if I’ll watch his practice. Maybe I’ll jusg go home.”

I stuttered a bit. Damn it, did I look that desperate to see him?

“Do as you wish, kid.” He turned away and walked out of my sight.

Mr. Watanbe always looked the same. He had good posture, his hands behind his back carefully as he watched his student. The trainer seemed so invested in his movements, it was like he controlled him with his mind.

Quietly seating myself on one of the benches I began watching his student. Sakusa was doing some sort of spin, over and over again.

Suddenly he felt my gaze and looked back to me for a second.

Instead of turning away I gave him a smile and small wave. The boy only continued his practice without giving me any sort of acknowledgment.

Why the hell did I wave? What am I? A twelve year old girl that has a crush on the popular guy? God-

“He always seems a bit more secure when you watch.”

I flinched at the sound of his trainers voice beside me.

“What do you mean?” I asked unsure while looking at the tall man that still had his eyes glued to the boy on the ice.

“Sakusa is a perfectionist but when he’s alone or around people he doesn’t care about he’ll allow himself to mess up. He’ll shrug the mistake off and do it until he deems it as perfect for himself.”

The trainer suddenly took his eyes off of him and sat down next to me.

“He wants to imress you. You can see it clearly.”

Starstruck I tried forming words but I couldn’t. My eyes moved towards the body that was moving on the rink.

“Why would he want to impress someone who doesn’t know anything about the sport?”

That was the only thought I had.

The man next to me only laughed, crossing his arms. “You’ll need to ask him that yourself.”

We didn’t talk much after that, only watching Sakusas precise movements. I just couldn’t really get Mr. Watanabes statement out of my head. He wants to impress me.

“Mr. Watanabe, we need to start the choreography soon. I want as much tiem as I can to practice it before the competition.”

Sakusa was leaning against the rink as the Trainer approached him with a water bottle.

“Did you pick the music yet? We need a concept before we can start.”

Sakusa gave him a short nod, I catched him clancing my way for a second.

“I’ll put it on.”

Then the curly head strutted out of the rink and walked towards the office.

Suddenly I heard an all too familiar sound blaring out of the speakers above us.

He picked my song.

“Interesting choice. Not really the stuff we know from you Sakusa.”

The trainer let out a chuckle as he watched his student walk out of the office. A blush crept up on his face, he didn’t dare to look my way.

“You picked my song?” Excited I stood up from my seat and approached him.

“I gave it a chance. Thought I might need something new to shock the judges.”

His back was still turned to me but I couldn’t let loose. I walked up next to him, still making sure there was enough space between us to not ruin the moment.

“Thank you.”

I kinda wanted to hug him but I don’t think that would’ve ended well.

The dark haired boy gave me a quick side glance and mumbled something under his breathe.

“It’s nothing.”

A harsh pat on the back ripped us both out of the moment.

“Well aren’t you guys a great team. Maybe L/N can help us with the concept too, if she’d like?”

Mr. Watanabe had his hands on both of our backs and gave us a wholesome smile. Before I could panic about ideas Sakusa already began talking.

“The song seems to involve love and intimacy so maybe we’ll need to start there.”

His eyes finally catched mine. He really wanted me to help, I could feel it this time and I wasn’t wrong for once.

“Actually the lyrics go into putting someone you love on a pedestal. ‘I would die your slave but you still don’t know my name’ could mean that you’d see them as some sort of god but they don’t even acknowledge you.”

I explained more engagingly. Sakusa actually seemed interested as he listened. Watching me cautiously through his lashes without intervening.

“The question is if you want to present the yearning lover or the powerful reckless god?”

I asked a bit more sarcastic.

Sakusa looked down for a moment and seemed to be in thought. He was actually considering my ideas.

“I’ll do the lover.”

My eyes went wide and I couldn’t hold back a small laugh.

“It’ll make more sense since the lyrics are from that perspective.” The boy explained hastily to justify his sudden unexpected answer.

“Sure, thats why.”

The sarcasm was clear in his trainers voice as he stepped away from the both of us.

“Well then let’s get to work.”

The man clapped his hands together but quickly turned to me again.

“Oh and L/N why don’t you help us some more? I know you aren’t too familiar with the sport but it’s always good to have an outsiders perspective, am I right?”

He looked expectantly towards Sakusa.

“Sure, why not.”

After a few more training sessions and brainstorming, Sakusa and Mr. Watanbe created some of the first elements for his program.

I was still excited to be involved in the project, trying my best to include my ideas here and there, even learning new stuff about figure skating on the side.

“You know it wouldn’t be a bad idea to bring you with us to the competition next month. Maybe it’ll help Sakusa calm his nerves.”

Mr. Watanabe was munching on some Onigiris Mrs. Takahashi had made. He has really been getting more comfortable around the both us.

“You’d really think she would calm my nerves?”

Sakusas head snapped back to his trainer. I only pouted at the boy, mouth full of rice.

“Well?” His trainer quirked a brow and waited for a final answer.

“I don’t care.” His student shrugged before grabbing a Omigiri himself.

“Wait, where’s the competition?”

I asked nonchalant as I expected a couple of hours drive since it wouldn’t be held in a small town like this.

“Paris.”

My eyes went wide as I almost choked on the food that eneyered my mouth.

“You’re kidding right?”

His trainer only shook his head with a grin plastered on his face.

“Sakusa is the real deal, L/N. I thought you knew that by now.”

I looked to the boy beside him, waiting for some sort of reaction.

Sakusa only carried on munching on his food without a sign of this being a joke.

How the hell am I going to explain this to my parents?

[kyuublu]

Ice cold

part 1 (Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader | series)

Ice Skating AU

Song inspo: Paperbacks - Arlo Parks

September.

Kids screaming and giggling, Couples lovingly holding hands and in the midst of it, annoying teenagers pushing each other. This is the place where i’ll be spending the next year in.

The Takahashi indoor ice skating rink.

I’ve never really been into Ice skating, nor did I know much of this place. The only thing that got me here was my dads suggestion to do at least ‘something’ to pass this year.

I have just graduated highschool and wasn’t planning on going to college immediately. The last couple of years have just been... too much. All the stress in school and losing friends because of college or stupid fights.

I just needed a break.

I watched the many figures on the rink trudging along the ice. Everyone seemingly being in the moment and sharing it with others. I forgot how nice that must feel.

“So, you’re here for the job right?”

Mr. Takahashi was the owner of the rink and has been for decades. His smile was very genuine as he gave me my paperwork back.

“Yes, sir.”

His smile was still glued on his face as he nodded slowly.

“Well, I won’t need those papers. You’ll just need to show me that you can work hard. My wife can get a bit harsh on the cleaning part of this job.”

The old man almost whispered the last sentence. I chuckled a bit at that.

“Of course. I’ll try my best, sir.”

He gave another short nod towards the rink.

“Our hours go until 7 pm, which means...”

Mr. Takahashi paused for a moment, looking at his watch. Swiftly I interrupted his thoughts.

“We’ll close in 10 minutes.”

The man looked up from his watch again.

“Well officially yes, but there will be a another guest arriving soon. He’ll stay for another hour or two.”

An hour or two? And they’ll really let this place stay open for one person?

I shrugged my curiosity off and turned to the man again.

“So when can I start then?”

Mr. Takahashi wasn’t kidding when he said that his wife was particularly thorough with keeping this place clean.

Here I was, scrubbing down the benches that were beside the rink. How many of these damn kids thought that chewing gum before going ice skating was a good idea? I thought, while I scrubbed off another hard piece of pink gum.

Suddenly I heard shuffling behind the bench I was still working on. Turning towards the noise out of reflex I was met with a harsh stare.

A boy with black curly hair stood a couple of steps away from the bench. Eventhough he wore a mask, I could tell that he didn’t look too happy to see me.

“Oh- Uhh.. Hi!”

I awkwardly waved at the stranger but quickly explained further.

“Don’t worry! I work for Mr. Takahashi now and uh-“

I stopped talking when I noticed the boy wasn’t interested in a conversation. He just walked passed me, sat down on another bench I had JUST cleaned and put on his skates. Letting out a small huff I continued scrubbing down the cold wood in front of me.

After the unpleasant guest (that still hasn’t spoken a word to me), was done with putting on his gear, he walked towards the rink without sparing me a glance. Then the metal of his blades harshly collided with the ice. The sound made me perk up and my curiosity got the best of me.

I slowly stood up and watched as the figure swiftly skated onto the ice floor.

You could tell immediately that he has done this for years. The way he effortlessly pushed himself further, as if he was just going for a stroll around the park.

“He can be a bit, distant.”

Mr. Takahashis calm voice came from behind me. I gave the older man a quick glance.

Oh, yea a little ‘distant’ sure is a way to describe him.

“What’s his name?”

The grey haired man took a couple steps closer as he also began watching.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi. He’s been coming here every week since he was a little boy. His mother used to be a professional ice figure skater but she retired after having him.”

I turned my gaze back to the boy that seemed to be stuck in his own little world at the moment. Sakusa.

“He’s always been very kind towards us even if he can be a handful to others, so please give him a little time to adjust to somebody new. We haven’t really had any other people working here besides our family.”

I gave him a reassuring nod as I slowly took off my gloves.

“Mr. Takahashi.”

A slightly deeper voice approached. Sakusa stopped right beside us on the ice.

“Would you mind putting in CD 12 for me?”

His eyes were focused on the man beside me but I was shamelessly looking at the curly head. Sakusa didn’t have his mask on. I studied his features a little too much in that moment as I realized he had two moles on his forehead.

I had to admit, he really was handsome guy.

The older man chuckled at his request but nonetheless trudged towards the rooms behind the benches. Sakusa watched as Mr. Takahashi entered the room that had a little glass window.

I casually looked away from him and also put my attention to the man. Suddenly I flinched as loud music began playing through the speakers above us.

The boy beside me gave out a cold chuckle. My gaze catched his for a split second, but he moved towards the middle of the rink faster than I could comprehend.

Wow, did he finally acknowledge my presence? The sarcasm in my head was shortly cut off by the moves of the dark haired boy. This time Sakusa didn’t seem effortless. This time he looked passionate.

I didn’t know this guy, but passionate was the last thing I would’ve expected him to be since he’s only been acting cold, almost arrogant. Usually a quiet person would be seen as ‘shy’, but he had a weird narcissistic aura to him.

But even though I don’t know shit about Ice skating or Ice figure skating for that matter, these movements held me in some sort of trance.

After my first workday Mr. & Mrs. Takahashi both agreed on taking me in for awhile. The man was pretty happy to have another helping hand from the start but Mrs. Takahashi also seemed very pleased by my work ethics. In her words she ‘didn’t know people my age would ever get their hands dirty.’ which made me pretty happy to hear.

At least I could contribute something to my community by scrubbing down toilets and benches full of gum.

Something that also made my job a little more interesting than I’d like to admit was Sakusas practices. He came around at least four times a week, or even every evening at times.

“CD 12, right?”

I’d begin to ask after seeing him countless times while working late shifts. The only thing I got in response is a short nod while he proceeded to put on his skates.

I was pretty content with that small interaction with him though, since the boy didn’t seem to acknowledge my existence at all before.

As the CD turned in the old device the Takahashi’s probably had owned since they opened this place, I began watching the gloomy figure on the Ice through the small window. I noticed that he seemed even more timid than usual after our interaction.

Sakusa was making the same twirls and steps as always but somehow he lacked energy. The passion I saw the first time he skated infront of me, was gone.

I shook my head in attempt to keep focusing on my actual tasks. After all I’m still here to work, right? Grabbing the mob and bucket next to door I rushed to the changing rooms.

After an hour of cleaning the floors I could hear a loud crash from outside the room. The door was open, giving me a small view at the rink. The boys’ figure wasn’t on the ice anymore which alarmed me a bit. I hastily stood up and walked out of the changing rooms.

Sakusa was sitting on one of the benches as he held his head between both of his hands in frustration. His eyes were glued to the floor.

Then I saw his skates that were messily layed out on the floor beside him. Aha, that was what made the noise.

I hesitantly approached his form. I didn’t know what my next step was going to be, since this guy probably wasn’t the type that wanted to be comforted. Especially not by me.

I crouched down next to the bench, giving him the personal space he needed.

“Your performance seemed kinda off today.”

The words escaped my mouth without a second thought. Maybe Sakusa didn’t need comforting but more of a second view that could help him?

The dark haired boy took his head out of his hands and gave me a quick glance. Then he gave me the biggest eye roll of the century and began talking.

“Nice to known that even the part-time employee notices my mistakes.”

‘The part-time employee’ Ah yes. He didn’t know my name and he apparently wasn’t planning on changing that.

“I only noticed because when I first saw you skate I thought it was more than some choreography you probably had worked on for months. It was art.”

I stared at the rink infront of us. I guess he really didn’t need anyone besides his ego.

After standing up I gave him one last glance.

“My name’s L/N Y/N by the way.”

Even if he wouldn’t remember, I’d still want that satisfaction of showing him that I actually wanted to be helpful.

I turned away, practically feeling him staring holes into my back and walked away.

My shift was over anyways.

October.

Since starting the Job my parents have been pretty much satisfied with my weekly routine. Instead weeks and months of me rotting away in my room, I was actually doing something.

Now working at the entrance to cash in the money of the guests, did tire me out though. I’d rather clean those scrubby bathrooms and be around that arrogant curly head than work with these endless lines of people. Let’s just say I was a little stressed from the amount of communication I had to go through as the cashier.

It was almost 7pm, I was ready for Sakusa to ignore me again and walk straight into the indoor skating rink. He didn’t pay anything anyways so he had all the right to, but it would be nice to get a hello from time to time.

Suddenly I saw more than one figure enter the building. I couldn’t believe my eyes, did Sakusa actually bring friends? To my knowledge he didn’t even have interest in having friends.

I stood up from my seat and looked through the glass window at the two other boys entering the building with him.

One had lighter hair, the other one was a bit taller with dark blue hair that almost covered his eyes. Sakusa sure knows how to make me curious.

After counting up the money and sorting everything out, I went straight to the rink. I wanted to know who these friends of his were... Even if it probably wasn’t my business.

Before taking a step inside, I could already hear a faint laughter. My heart made a little jump, was that Sakusa?

I fastened my pace a bit but quickly noticed that it was the grey haired boy that was laughing mercilessly.

It seemed like the other two weren’t in on the joke though, as they both looked blankly at their friend.

I smiled at the boys’ antics and was suddenly aware of my unwanted presence. The grey haired boy looked at me, putting his hands on his hips.

“Oi Sakusa, you didn’t tell us you’d bring your girlfriend?”

He said shamelessly, but with a wholesome grin plastered across his face.

The dark haired boy didn’t even look back.

“I told you to stop talking nonsense. You know why we’re here.”

His friend only let out a dramatic sigh, approaching me casually.

“Sorry for that, I’m Sugawara.”

I chuckled again. He just seemed like a nice guy which made me wonder how the hell he got along with Sakusa.

“It’s okay, I’m L/N. Are you guys Sakusas friends?”

The boy blinked at me for a couple of seconds but then began laughing again.

“Oh no, no. I think he’d rather drink bleach than call us his friends.”

Sakusa abruptly stood up and began walking towards the rink, with something that resembled a smirk.

“You know me so well, Sugawara.”

His blades hit the Ice, the sound feeling too familiar now.

Sugawara looked back to me again, seemingly interested in my presence.

“The other guy is Kageyama by the way.”

I nodded shortly as we both approached the rink a little more. The dark haired boy, Kageyama, also entered the floor covered in ice.

“I know you probably experienced how Sakusa can be but trust me when I say, Kageyama is even more dense than he is.”

Chuckling at his comment I finally met Sugawaras gaze.

“So if you aren’t friends, than why are you here?”

Suddenly two male voices could be heard from behind us. I turned a bit to look at the new guests. Who else did Mr. Takahashi let in this time?

“I think you’re about to see why.”

With that, the grey haired boy also entered the rink swiftly in one go.

My attention being back on the two males again, I recognized one to be Mr. Takahashi, whereas the other one was a taller but younger man. His dark hair was gelled back, and he was slim with a strongly defined face. His harsh demeanor somehow didn’t match his athletic but fragile looking body.

The man bowed to my boss and proceeded to walk towards the rink. He flashed me a quick smile and then looked at the boys skating their rounds.

A smile, huh? I couldn’t quite place if this man was nice or scary.

“Mr. Watanabe will be Sakusas new trainer.”

Mr. Takahashi almost whispered to me.

“Oh? Will the others also be joining his practices from now on?”

I asked curiously. The older man slowly shook his head.

“No, they were only in the area because of the competition. I think the trainer wanted Sakusa to see how the others trained.”

Mr. Takahashi pondered as he watched the boys intently.

A competition? I didn’t know Sakusa was actually competing...

“Sakusa is a very talented young man but he doesn’t trust others easily and likes to do things his own way. But if he wants to become the best at what he’s doing-“

He paused as he looked at me briefly.

“then he’ll have to learn from someone that has the experience.”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

Sakusa really was taking ice skating that serious. It made me smile a little.

Suddenly I could feel Mr. Takahashis gaze linger on my action, as if I had been caught red handed, I awkwardly looked away from the dark haired boy.

“Well, I should get going then. I emptied the cash register and-“

The older man chuckled and began waving a hand in front of me.

“Why don’t you stay here for a bit and watch the practice. It might be good for Sakusa to see that someone is actually interested in what he is doing. Since the competition, I could tell he seemed a bit down.”

I perked a brow at that.

Why would he want ME to stay though?

My curiosity got the best of me again, whatever happened in this competition really did get to him or else he wouldn’t have been so stressed before.

“Right, I guess staying for a bit won’t hurt.”

I smiled at the older man. He nodded again and walked back to his little office.

After their little warm up, Mr. Watanabe began talking to the boys. I didn’t understand most of their conversations but I did catch a certain curly head looking in my direction. He did seem a little confused as to why I was still there, I could tell.

After that it just became a lot of twirls and jumps and steps, one after another. Sometimes an occasional groan would leave some of the skaters mouths.

Other times when the trainer was speaking to Mr. Takahashi, Sugawara would drive by and make stupid faces or even talk with me for a bit. I really got along with him very well from the start. He was just comfortable to be around, I guess.

One time during the training I could basically feel the rage emitting from Sakusas body. He was watching Kageyama some sort of variation I wasn’t familiar with, but I could tell it wasn’t an easy one.

“It’s not as hard as you make it seem. Just dip your knees more.”

Kageyama shortly implied, seemingly disinterested in the fact that Sakusa was fuming.

“What the hell do you not understand, I told you I’m doing exactly what you say and it still doesn’t fucking work-“

“Then you just can’t do it. And you probably never will.”

The blue haired boy stated nonchalant as he looked him dead in the eye.

“What did you just say to me?”

Suddenly a deep voice stopped the boys from tearing each other apart.

“Alright, enough.”

Mr. Watanabe glanced at the bunch and sighed.

“I wanted you to learn from others so you might get a feel of how many different ways there are to approach some things.”

Sakusa didn’t look impressed with his new Trainers comment.

“Sure, I get it but that’s why we hired you to teach me. Not some amateur boys.”

Both of the guys didn’t seem faced by the comment until Kageyama struck a nerve again.

“At least I got first place. You can’t really claim that yourself, can you?”

He walked off without sparing him another glance. Sugawara followed suit as he shrugged.

“Well I guess we’ll see you next competition. Good luck, Sakusa.”

The dark haired boy only gave him a half assed wave as he trudged towards the outer part of the rink.

Sugawara quickly winked at me before leaving.

The Trainer looked his new student up and down, planting a hand on his shoulder.

“You did good today, but we’ll have to work on your attitude.”

Mr. Watanabe turned around, giving me another quick smile.

“You probably shouldn’t keep your girlfriend waiting. See ya next week.”

He proceeded to walk towards the exit until his figure disappeared from our sight.

Now it was just me and him.

“I got third place.”

Sakusa mumbled as he undid his skates. Perking up at his sudden start at conversation I tried saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Oh wow! Sounds great..”

I awkwardly shuffled around as I realized I was clueless as to why he was feeling so down.

“I wouldn’t call that great but sure. Thanks, I guess.”

“What do you mean? You placed 3rd. Isn’t that something to be proud?”

He sighed putting down the skates. Sakusa actually looked me in the eyes this time. Really looked.

“No it isn’t. I’ve trained months for this stupid competition. And then that brat gets first place eventhough he’s only been doing this for what? Three years. It’s pathetic, really.”

I was genuinely starstruck for a moment. He hasn’t ever uttered more than a Hello or grunt to me, and now this.

“I uhm... look-“

Getting myself together, I finally asked what I’ve been wanting to from the start.

“I don’t know much about this stuff, like you said I’m only some employee, but why are you so hard on yourself? I feel like the way you talk doesn’t align with the way you skate. It sometimes sounds like you hate Ice skating but then when u do it-“

I paused again as I looked at the floor, away from his harsh stare. Maybe I am rambling too much.

“It’s like you’re in your own little world without a worry.”

Oh yea, that was probably way too cringey.

Suddenly a dry laugh escaped the boy beside me.

“The way you describe it sure sounds nice. But imagine that almost everyone in those competitions skate like me and the worst thing is, they all want the same thing that I want. So to the judges it all looks the fucking same. It isn’t art anymore. It’s just a sport you need to perfect.”

My eyes catched his for a moment and it felt like time stood still.

“I’m just tired of losing at the only thing I’m truly good at.”

[kyuublu]

Red satin | Pt.2

Last part of my small Ballroom AU

It’s short but I hope it’ll make a good ending. :))

It was the day of the competition.

After Atsumus confession we still didn’t talk.

The only thing we did improve was that we both attended our training. Of course we didn’t say much but at least we were professional enough to only focus on the event.

“Can you move your leg this way.”

The blonde asked while he held me close to his body. Usually this closeness was normal to us; a routine we were used to.

But now there was this weird nostalgia I had whenever he touched my fingertips.

Whenever his gaze would casually catch mine while we swayed in the rhythm.

“Yeah, sure.”

I complied without looking him in the eye. Afraid that the feeling of nostalgia was going to hit again.

Maybe I just missed the way everything was like before?

A familiar tune started playing and our movements aligned with it. The steps flowed naturally, him leading the way like he always did.

But in these times his lead felt different.

We striked our last pose as the music fell silent.

Then his hand swiftly left mine, so does the hand that was on my hip. Without his usual cocky smirk, he left my sight as I watched his feet trudge away from my form.

“You did pretty good today.”

The first time in weeks, I tried to say something a little more than usual.

He lookes back for a second, gave me a quick cold smile and nodded quick.

“Sure.”

In that moment I knew.

I really missed him.

My thoughts were scrambled since he broke down. I have never seen Atsumu in such a vulnerable state. I just didn’t know how to handle it.

Were we able to be in a relationship? Do I even love him? Or have we known each other for so long that we feel connected in some type of way, which doesn’t mean that it is love-

Who am I kidding.

As I entered the locker room for the girls, Ms. Miya followed suit. She had a bright smile on her face which made me feel at least a little more cheerful.

All these awkward encounters with Atsumu have just drained me for so long, it was nice seeing someone who was actually excited to see me in the dress.

I have been waiting months for this moment and it was finally here.

Even if the circumstances have changed a bit, I was still determined to kill it out there.

“You look like a woman, my dear.”

The twins mother put both hands on my shoulder and then squeeze me into her arms.

“I know you and Atsumu have been going through a phase but I hope you can fully focus on your dreams. Don’t let anyone or anything take that away from you.” She whispered close to my ear.

I was a bit taken back by her words. After all, Atsumu was her son.

“I will Miss, thank you so much-“ I smiled brightly, which I haven’t done in forever.

“for everything.”

After I came out of the lockers, I could see Atsumu and our Coach sitting in the Hallway. They were still waiting for announcements about which groups would dance first.

As I approached them I could tell that Atsumu wouldn’t dare to spare me a look. Whatever.

“Oh my god, Y/N. You look like an angel! Ms.Miya you’ve really outdone yourself.” Saeko gasped as she took in my form. I could feel someone’s lingering gaze from the side.

I gratefully nodded at Saeko until I was interrupted by a mans voice coming through the speakers.

It was our turn to dance.

We stood infront of the dance floor.

Even though Atsumu and I have been dancing for the last couple of months, I felt like I haven’t been this close to him for a long time.

He stood by my side until we were getting the sign to get onto the floor. This moment felt nerve wracking.

“I’ve seen you in so many dresses,”

A small smile grazed his features.

“I can barely remember any of them.”

I suddenly perked up at my partners voice coming from my right.

“But this one, I think this one will stay engraved in my mind forever.”

His face slightly turned to me, he gave me a heartwarming smile until it was time to go onto the dance floor.

God I fell for him so bad.

____

After our third and last dance we headed to the floor again. This time the winner would be announced; and by everyones faces, the anticipation was high.

Even Atsumus earlier comment was forgotten after all the adrenaline from the dancing. The feeling of giddiness still lingered inside me though.

We stepped onto the floor again, side by side, and waited for our results.

“For the third place, we have...”

Two names fell.

I nervously looked at the man beside me. His hair was done neatly, probably by his mother since he couldn’t style his hair for shit. The blonde looked so handsome in his suit, I could barely focus.

“In second place, the couple is...”

Another two.

Fuck it. I grabbed his hand hastily as I awaited our results. It’s either we won or everything is over for good.

His eyes quickly catched mine.

“And lastly in first place we have L/N Y/N and Miya Atsumu, please step forward...”

I didn’t listen any further. My head whipped to the side. I was just staring into the crowd of people applauding. Some screaming our names.

And then there was him. He was staring at me since the announcement was out.

This time he didn’t care about the applause. He only thought about it might being the last time he’ll see me glow like this. His partner.

He had such a heartwarming look on his face that I began to melt.

I jumped into his arms.

“I can’t leave yet tsumu. I miss you so much.”

I could feel his arms suddenly crushing me. The blonde suddenly began chuckling.

“Thank god. I knew from the start that I’ll never find a better partner than you.”

I was the most happiest I’ve been in forever.

[kyuublu]

I ship Miya Atsumu with riceballs

LOOK AT HIM!! !!

[kyuublu]

Red satin | Pt.1

Song Inspiration: Mayonaka no Door/Stay with me - Miki Matsubara

There were only two things in my life that were constant from the beginning.

Dancing & Atsumu.

Since I was little my life revolved around music and the way it made me feel. A person is able to convey every emotion through a few steps or a wave of their hand.

And two people, united as one? That was what sparked my interest the most.

Tsumu never saw dancing as meaningful as me. He enjoyed the temporary rush it gave him, the attention and most importantly; he loved winning. Seeing everyone clap for him and gaining recognition by all the people involved was what made him stay.

Before that though, me and him were assigned to be partners at the age of 10. Well more specifically, he was a year older.

Back then he wasn’t as cocky. Atsumu was just an 11 year old boy that wasn’t too sure about what he was doing. The two of us actually got along well the first couple of years.

But it went downhill after we became teenagers. The boy constantly bickered about my incompetence when I couldn’t follow his movements, he called out more things about my physical appearance than my dancing at times and he just became an overall asshole.

I let him though. I’d rather let him say all of those things and detach myself from these moments than having a new dance partner. He was the only one who could pull everything out of me, Tsumu made me push my limits. And he knew that.

Since we’ve been partners for over 7 years, our families became very close. Our parents practically became friends at this point and we stayed over at each others places more than I’d like to admit. Despite our differences, we would somehow survive these sleepovers because we mostly just continued training rather than chatting or watching movies.

____

As I turned around the corner, my eyes catched the all too familiar building at the end of the street. The leaves were turning yellow and orange, some of them slowly turning in the wind.

Today was the day of finally getting my new attire for the next ballroom competition. I dreamed of this dress for a long time, I was never able to wear something as risky before since I was too young. But now at 17/almost 18 years, Ms.Miya was finally on board with my ideas. The mother of the twins made all of our clothing for the competitions.

She usually went with the ideas our trainer had in mind but this time they let me design it; and I went all out.

I knocked at the door and shuffled around for a bit. When Tsumu knew I came over he would usually take hours to open the door. He wasn’t the type to have good manners anyway.

This time I was suprised when his twin opened the door. After their bold hair dye situation, I became even quicker at differentiating the two.

“Huh? Where’s your brother?”

The grey haired boy let out a dry chuckle, opening the door wider.

“Didn’t he tell you? That Idiot is still out.”

He mentioned me to come in. I let out a frustrated huff but walked inside. Somehow I knew Tsumu was going to ditch me again. After discovering the “fun” of messing around with different girls, he has been even harder to deal with than usual.

My thoughts soon got interrupted by a sweet smile from their mother. “Hey honey, are you ready to see your dress? You’ve been waiting long enough haven’t you?”

I broke into a soft smile and nodded at the lady. “Yes, I can’t wait.”

“I’m glad.” Ms.Miya than flicked her eyes to Osamu. “Is Atsumu still out?”

The twin was leaning against the kitchen counter, an apple in hand as he shrugged.

“I guess so.”

The mother rolled her eyes in annoyance. “This kid is going to be the death of me.”

She smoothly put a hand on my shoulder and walked me towards the stairs.

“His partner comes all this way to finally put the dress on and he isn’t even present. You know what-“

The woman suddenly swung around, pointing at her next victim.

“Osamu, you’ll have to step in.”

The boys’ eyes went wide, well he looked a little more shocked than his usual stoic face at least. “What?”

“Come on, if your brother can’t see this beautiful girl in the dress than you can. We need some male feedback.”

His mother grinned sneakily and ushered me up the stairs again before anyone of us could say anything.

The dress fit perfectly. I couldn’t imagine what it would look like on me but from what I could gather, it will probably be the best attire I had worn to any competition yet.

After opening the door of the bathroom I slowly walked inside Osamus bedroom. As soon as I opened the door both of the Miyas eyes were glued to my figure, a gasp leaving Ms.Miyas lips.

“Oh sweetheart you’re looking gorgeous! I didn’t think it would fit so well immediately. I may have to...”

As she kept on rambling and touching parts of the fabric that adorned my body, my gaze fell towards the only brother that sat on the bed.

He was still focused on the satin and the deep red of the dress.

“What do you think? You’re awfully quiet.” His mother looked back at her son, one hand on her hip.

“It suits you.” Was the only thing he could muster up to say at the moment.

But it sounded kind of sweet.

Sweeter than anything his brother would ever say.

Involuntarily my cheeks began turning slightly red and I began fidgeting.

“Thanks.”

Ms.Miya let go of the dress and frantically moved towards the door.

“I’ll get some pins to adjust some parts we might want to change-“

Then she was out the door quicker than we could follow.

I chuckled at her antics and trudged towards the empty spot next to Samu to sit down. She was always a very driven person, which reflected both of her sons very well.

The mattress dipped at the weight of my body and I was suddenly met with the twins’ gaze.

“Why do you never get mad at him?”

My eyes travelled to the boys face, his brows were furrowed as he kept looking down at his hands.

“I do get mad at him at times.”

Samu let out another dry chuckle, continuing to avoid my eyes.

“You never say it though. Always burying it won’t help you, you know?”

My head turned away from him and I also began looking somewhere else to distract myself. He was right.

My thoughts got interrupted as Ms.Miya returned in her cheerful manner.

“How about you stay here until I’m done with the dress, mh? If you stay the night I might be able to arrange some pancakes for you in the morning.”

I nodded a little absent but answered. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

____

After Samus comment I wasn’t actually that eager to stay at their home. Of course he didn’t mean anything mean by it but I was still kind of irritated.

His mother kept on working on the dress after we discussed what needed improvement. In the time she kept refining the it, I decided to watch some tv.

I knew their home as if it were my own by now and their family told me multiple times to make myself at home, so I did.

After grabbing a coke I walked towards the couch until I realized that a figure was already seated at the end of it.

Samu was watching some random show until he heard my footsteps. His head quickly turned to me and back to the screen again.

He didn’t utter a word.

Somehow his comment was pissing me of more than I thought it would. I took all of my confidence that was left in me and sat down next to him, my eyes glued to his face.

“I get mad whenever Tsumu begins correcting me for the smallest things. I get mad whenever he ditches a class a for his little girlfriends and I got furious when I saw you opening the door today.”

Suddenly his gaze was averted from the tv towards my form that sat across from him.

I sighed as he continued looking at me without a word.

“I don’t say anything because I’m scared I could loose him as my dance partner.”

His brows were furrowed again, as if he was deep in thought. I threw my hands over my face in defeat.

Yup, I just made it hella awkward.

“My brother wouldn’t leave you because of that.”

I cautiously peeked through my fingers as the boy continued talking.

“I think he would rather leave because you just do whatever he tells you to do. Tsumu gets bored of things pretty quickly-“

A small smile began spreading on his lips until his eyes finally met mine.

“but even then he’s been with you for such a long time. Maybe I was just overthinking, sorry if I made you feel bad.”

I shook my head, shuffling a little closer to the twin. “No! i mean...”

Looking back down at my hands I began thinking.

The one who knew me and Tsumus relationship the most was Samu. He was the closest to his brother and I have always felt pretty comfortable around him. I just didn’t think he would advice me to become harsher towards his family member.

Scratching my head akwardly I pulled myself together again. “I understand what you mean. ‘Guess it wouldn’t hurt to stand up for myself a little sometimes.”

This time Samu let out a genuine chuckle; I turned to him perplexed.

“A little would help you, sure.”

I pouted, crossing my arms jokingly.

“Oi, I’m not as confident as you are with these type of things, alright?”

His eyes met mine again, he still had a small smirk plastered across his face.

“It’s just Tsumu though. It isn’t that hard to make him listen. You just have to get up all in his face and show him who’s boss.”

Raising my brows at his comment I stared at him in disbelief.

Suddenly some weird power took over me and I came closer to him with a hint of playfulness in my eyes.

“Just like this?”

Samus face was quickly tinted in a sublte red. The close proximity wasn’t akward though, it was rather inviting. For a second I caught his gaze travelling to my lips.

I never really thought about him that way. Right?

“What are ya still doing here this late?”

Both of us were quickly seated further away from each other again before we could even turn towards the figure at the door. Did he see us?

“Thought ya were just here to pick something up.”

‘something’.

Everything broke inside of me when I heard that word. The pisshead knew I was coming over for the dress I had been imagining for a months and his mother had worked so hard on.

For a moment the “almost” kiss completely slipped my mind and I stood up, strutting towards my dance partner.

“Yeah and I’ll wear that ‘something’ to our next competition. But I guess that doesn’t peek your interest that much since you don’t seem to take our dancing careers that seriously.”

Crossing my arms I let out a loud huff before looking in his eyes.

Tsumu then had the guts to give me one of his infamous smirk. “What got ya so hot and bothered sweetheart?”

For a moment I could only stare at him in disbelief, but soon decided I couldn’t get to him any further tonight.

“You. Goddamn it it’s always you.”

With that I decided to head to the stairs and towards the guest room they usually let me sleep in.

I didn’t want to hear another word from him again.

Atsumu POV

I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard her last words.

My thoughts were still at the scene I walked into a minute ago and then- this.

“Why the hell do you always have to mess with her like that.” My brother gave me an unamused look but soon turned back to the tv screen.

I trudged forward, then leaning against the couch. Without letting any emotion show that was building inside of me I began investigating further.

“From what I could gather; I’d say you messed with her more tonight than I’ve ever did.”

The grey haired boy gave me a quick side glance but focused more on the lit up screen again. “Just shut up.”

My eyes were glued to his side. Why the fuck did he get so close to her, does he think getting it on with my partner is a good idea?

“So ya like her? Is that what it is?”

A frustrated sigh escaped Samus lips. “What does it mean to you? You don’t care about her personal life anyways.”

Letting out a forced laugh I also turned my head towards the tv.

“So ya in her personal life now, huh?”

“I mean you wouldn’t know, even if I did.”

This dude acts all high and mighty again. After being all over my dance partner, he thinks I’m being the asshole for some goddamn reason.

“I know you won’t admit it but I can tell you have a soft spot for her. If you get your shit together and actually tell her what you want, she might want to get closer to you.”

Slowly getting away from the couch I began taking a step towards the staircase.

“She already thinks I’m an ass, so who the fuck cares.”

My form stood infront of the steps before I came to a halt due to my twin speaking again. “Maybe. But she cares more than you think.”

____

Y/N ’s POV

Atsumu and I haven’t talked again since that day. We have avoided each other for a month now, both not attending our dance practices. Usually we would somehow work it out but this time it felt different.

Tonight would be another practice that I probably won’t attend again.

As I walked through the supermarket, I began stopping myself from thinking about my him. We needed to sort it out or I’ll have find a new partner as soon as possible.

I know it sounds cruel but; what if Atsumu isn’t the right fit for me?

“Not coming again today, huh?” A female voice suddenly called out from behind me.

I cringed visibly as my head moved towards the woman I dreaded to see. My dance teacher.

“I’m sorry I just- I still feel pretty sick.” I mumbled, trying to fake a little cough.

Saeko stood confidently, arms crossed and ready to yell at me. My demeanor faltered when I began thinking about the real reason I didn’t go. All this time I was only thinking about myself and not the competition that was ahead of us.

Saeko watched me carefully until she decided to speak up again.

“Y/N, I know there’s something going on between the two of you but you’ll have to put it aside for now.” She came closer, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“You’ve both been working hard for this. You can’t just throw it all away. Besides, when your competition is over you guys can talk it out and see for yourselves what you want your futures to be.”

She was right. Do it for the competition at least.

I nodded slowly, still avoiding her gaze. “I’ll try to come to our training tonight. Thank you for worrying though.”

Turning away from her I just gave her one last wave and we said our goodbyes.

____

Atsumu’s POV

When Saeko called today and told me Y/N was going to come tonight my heart made a jump.

I know I should be mad at her but I somewhat understand what she’s been through because of me.

Waiting fucking sucks.

This time I thought I’ll be nicer at least. I can’t explain it but I got a bit excited when Saeko gave me the news. I even went and bought flowers- just in case she’s still pissed at me of course.

As I entered the dance studio I gave Saeko a quick smile. “Good evening miss.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and pointed towards the changing rooms.

“You better get changed, Y/N usually has her training clothes on already. Don’t want her to get mad as soon as she sees you.”

I smiled even brighter at her mentioning my partners name. My excitement was over the roof today.

A mans voice interrupted our banter as he trudged around the corner with a cigarette in his mouth. “Y/N is coming back? Thought she left for good.”

Saeko suddenly took Ukais cigarette out of his mouth and put it in a bin. “I told you, no smoking near my students. This is your studio anyways, you know smoking here aint allowed.”

Ukai wasn’t suprised at the action but still grunted annoyed at the dance teacher.

We all knew Ukai only got the place from his grandfather and wasn’t really interested in dancing; but he still cared for the students that came in.

“Yep. Y/N wouldn’t leave me like that, we all know she woulda missed this handsome face too much.” I pointed at my face teasingly until I earned a slap on my shoulder from my trainer.

“Oi! Stop being a little shit and get dressed properly.”

When I turned towards the changing room I heard a little gasp from the blonde again.

“Are those for her?”

She expectantly looked at the bouquet I had previously hid behind my back. Of course she had to make a scene about it.

I tried to stay casual as I continued to walk. “Maybe.”

A squeal escaped her lips and Ukai commented, also seemingly impressed by my action. “Wow this boy is going all out today.”

It’s been half an hour and my partner was nowhere in sight. Usually she would notify one of us if she came late or actually-

She never came late in the first place.

The last couple of years I would see her annoyed side glances when I came 20 minutes late.

Then suddenly her figure appeared in the studio hallway, her back was turned to me and I could see her through the glass door. The girl seemed calm as she removed her shoes and then walked towards the glass. Y/N opened the door without giving me a glance, put her bag down and put on her dancing shoes.

As expected, she already wore her training clothes. I faint smile spread across my face.

Y/N’s POV

I began putting on one of my shoes in silence. I didnt know what to say to him really. Missing the train and walking here wasn’t really planned for today, or coming here at all actually.

“You’re here.”

I stopped for a second before putting on my other shoe. Atsumu didn’t seem mad at all, he sounded rather timid.

I just nodded as an aswer and stood up. Stretching my arms I finally got the courage to look up at him. He actually smiled at me.

“I know it’s been kinda weird for the last month but I-“

“Atsumu let’s just let it go for now. I just wanna win this competition and then we’ll see what we’ll do.” Sighing I intervened his rant, I didn’t want my emotions to get the best of me again.

He stared at me perplexed but didn’t speak any further.

The whole practice was pretty quiet, both of us only talked when necessary. Saeko seemed a bit concerned at first but soon acted professional again when she saw the glances I gave her.

I just wanted to get it over with.

After practice had ended, Atsumu didn’t change back into his casual clothes. He immediately packed his stuff and got out. There was something he had in his hands but I didn’t really see what it was since he practically ran out as soon as the training was over.

I said goodbye to Saeko and walked into the hallway that led to the exit. My body came to a halt when I heard two familiar voices talking.

“Didn’t give her the flowers?” Ukai puffed out the smoke he had inhaled before.

Giving him a quick look, Atsumu shrugged and walked to the wall next to the man.

“She didn’t seem to be in the mood for flowers today.” I could hear the boy slowly sliding down the wall of the building.

Why did he have flowers?

“Yeah I could tell.” The blonde paused for a second until his deep voice could be heard again.

“Look, I don’t know what happened. I just think you should apologize this time. She usually always compromises for you and this time it’s your turn. If you don’t want to lose her as a partner, as a friend... then put your ego aside for once.”

My breathe hitched as my eyes began watering. The people here really cared more about us than I thought.

But I didn’t know if that was enough to make Atsumu understand.

Suddenly steps could be heard, nearing the exit I was standing in front of. I just walked straight towards the door, into the outdoors. Ukai halted, locked eyes with me with a reassuring smile and then began walking towards the studio again.

My gaze slowly shifted towards the body that was crouching down on the floor.

The blonde twin had the most beautiful bouquet in hand, his face was buried in his arms.

“Are those for me?”

My mind completely shut off, my tears were threatening to spill at any moment.

Atsumu perked up. The boy stared at me, with that same unsure and shy demeanor as before. Then he began scratching his head as he looked at the different colors adorning the plants.

“I didn’t know which ones you’d like but the employee said most girls like these, so...”

My heart was aching at this point. This wasn’t like the dancing partner I knew for years.

“Why?”

Atsumu let out a dry huff, still avoiding eye contact. “Why do you think?”

My gaze fell on the horizon. I tried as hard as I could to keep my tears from falling until I notice someone else sniffling.

“I was supposed to leave ya, yanno. Some judges in the competitions adviced me to change partners.”

My head snapped back to his figure that was still crouching down. “Then why didn’t you? God Atsumu, I wish we wouldn’t have been teamed up in the first place.”

The blonde suddenly stood up, his head still facing the ground.

“That’s not true.”

And here he was again, the Atsumu that always acted like he knew everything. The one that all the dancers would fawn over. The one that would bicker the whole day at training, but would perform with the most adoring smile.

“Please tell me that you’re joking.” He sniffled again.

What?

“Y/N I don’t want to lose you.”

My eyes went wide as I stared at his disheveled form. His eyes were red.

“Tsumu-“

“I’m scared alright. This is bigger than dancing. This is bigger than any other thing in my life.”

“Tsumu I don’t think I can follow.”

I was still so perplexed by the sudden turn of our conversation, I could barely understand Atsumus rambling.

“I think I wanna be more than your partner. More than a friend even I-„ The boys’ voice cracked as he looked at me pleadingly.

I stared at him for what felt like an eternity. My mouth was slightly open, eyes locked on his. Then, he turned around and left.

I couldn’t even say a word.

[kyuublu]

The phone call game.

I get along without you very well - Chet Baker | Inspired by the boys in the band.

Saturday. 2 am.

I was sitting on my carpet floor, looking at the window. My mind was hazy.

Then a champagne bottle popped open behind me. All of my friends were gathered to celebrate Bokutos birthday. We were at Akaashi’s apartment that was previously nicely decorated but turned into a wreck. Me and Keiji have been preparing everything since morning but we already knew it would come to this. Our gatherings always ended up messy. For some reason, this one felt different though.

“Who wants another round?” A tall brunette screamed as he poured himself some of the sparkling drink.

“Me!” I raised my glass with enthusiasm.

The last weeks haven’t been that great for me and everyone knew why, expect one person. The one that made me feel like shit in the first place was seated across from me on a chair next to a window. The dark haired man was sipping on his beverage as if it was just another day.

“Me too, please.” Keiji pointed to his empty glass after Oikawa poured champagne into mine. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, but something has been bothering him for awhile now and I knew he coped with it in his own ways. This time it was drinking.

“Guys~ Come on this is getting boring. We gotta do something or else this grandpa over here will fall asleep.” A whine escaped the raven haired boy near the kitchen island. Both, the kitchen and the living room were connected which happened to make the guest spread out even more.

“Tetsu I fell aseep two times already but your drunk ass couldn’t tell.” His friend, Kenma, replied unfaced as he stared at his phone. For him the alcohol only made him more sleepy.

“Kuroo is right! We need to do something. Come on, this is my birthday guys!” Even the ball of energy sounded pretty done at this point, though Bokuto was still convinced to keep the party alive.

“Maybe we could play a game.” Keiji shrugged, eyeing the glass in hand.

Suddenly a gasp could be heard from Oikawa as he placed the champagne bottle on the counter near Kenma and Kuroo.

“How about we call the one person we’ve ever truly loved and-“

I could practically feel the panic in Keijis eyes. My friend had a secret and he sure as hell wasn’t going confess it like this. I put up a finger, intruding on Toorus stupid idea. “Hold up, what kind of shitty game is that?”

A scowl graced the brunettes face but soon after he continued his idea. “We get points for every phone call. One for calling, two when they pick up, another two when you say your name and-“

His brown orbs scanned the room until they landed on the figure next to the window. “five when you say these three simple words: “I love you’.”

His devilish grin made me sick to my stomach.

“This is childish.” My head snapped to the man Tooru was staring down. Oikawa knew at this point that he had sparked my interest. My hate for this one man was bigger than anything as my mind was still scrambled by all the booze.

“You know what Wakatoshi, who cares? I think it’s kind of interesting actually.”

Me and Toshi always had a weird relationship. I’ve been friends with everyone in the group but we unexpectedly grew closer over the years.

The catch was: He couldn’t communicate and I was frustrated.

“See! We could have a little fun with it.”

The smirk grew bigger on Toorus face as he observed the two of us. Somehow this didn’t just feel like him being an asshole, maybe there was more to it. Maybe there was more to this whole night. I didn’t want to go back home drunk, ending up on the couch with smeared makeup and the same worries like every night. I wanted some answers for once and this game seemed like the key.

“Yea it sure will be ‘fun’.” Akaashi sipped his drink, sarcasm was written all over his face.

Shit. I forgot him.

Quickly averying my eyes back to my long time friend I reassured him. “Not everyone has to participate. It’s not like you’re forced to.”

Then another voice intruded. “Oh come on Akaashi! I think its pretty cool. I mean it takes balls to just confess to someone like that.” Kotaro smiled at him as he sat up straight next to Keiji. I knew my friend couldn’t resist after that comment.

“Well it’s your birthday after all...” His grin showed how whipped he was for the man he called his best friend.

Yes we were a drunk mess, the both of us.

The confident brunette trudged towards his next two victims. “You two are on board, right?”

Kenmas eyes fell on the figure infront of him. He actually turned his phone off and put it in his pocket. Tetsuro gave out a dry chuckle and began nodded towards Oikawa.

“This says enough doesn’t it?”

With his chin raised Tooru slowly backed away. Suddenly his gaze went back to Ushijima that was still seated at the window.

“Y/n was right. Not everyone needs to play but I know you won’t want to miss out on this, Wakatoshi.” The mans stare was still stale. He never seemes faced by anything and it was starting to piss me off.

“Let’s just freaking do it.” I interrupted their little staring contest as I put my glass between my lips.

“You start.” Oikawas head turned to me after my comment and I choked on the liquor that entered my throat. Is this a joke?

After I composed myself again, I spoke up. “Why me? You were the one that was so hyped about this!”

Tooru rolled his eyes. He was so bad at losing, he didn’t even want to start. “Everyone has to do it y/n. It doesn’t matter because you’ll need to call that special someone anyways.”

Tetsuro suddenly moved up from his seat, picking up the telephone that was next to him on the counter. Kenma raised his brows at the action in amusement.

“Be a good example then.” He pointed the phone at the brunette and smirked. I swore to myself then that one day I will thank that smooth talker for his big mouth. Tooru shrugged but took the phone from his hand. Everyone could tell he was nervous by the way his posture changed slightly.

“So who’s the lucky person?” Bokuto broke the tension with his usual bluntness as the brunette typed away at the phone.

“I won’t tell you.” Then my drunk self took over as I stood up and tore the phone away from him.

“No sir, we all gotta say who it is or it won’t count. Stay fair, Tooru.”

“Why does it matter? I’ll have to say it to him anyways.”

Tetsuro intervened again as he leaned against the counter again. “Ohh~ it’s a him then?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know.”The brunettes cursed at the tall guy. I sighed, holding out the phone to him again.

“Just tell us, nobody will remembers this in the morning anyways.” I tried reassuring, earning praise by Bokuto from the couch. “Yes! What happens at Akaashi’s apartment, stays at Akaashi’s apartment!”

Both of us chose to ignore that comment. Oikawa slowly picked up the phone and began talking with caution.

“He and I knew each other since we were kids...”

With that statement everyone knew who he was referring to. The room was dead silent.

“I know we dated other people from time to time but it was always him. Even when I went overseas, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I mean-“

His eyes were glued to the name on the lit up screen. Everyone seemed struck by his emotions. Tooru usually led the mood of the party and this time, he didn’t pretend. He was just purely filled with sadness.

“If there was the slightest possibility, everything could change.” Suddenly a small smile grew on his lips as he looke back up at me again. Both of my hands found their way on his shoulders.

“Call him.” I said with the most determination I could muster up.

The phone rang as the group followed Toorus nervous fidgeting.

“One point.” Kenma mumbled, still focused on the event infront of him.

Suddenly a click could be heard and Tooru froze. “Hello?“ His friends voice could be heard through the speakers but it was obvious that it was a recording.

„It’s the mailbox.“ Tooru whispered but didn’t hang up. I silently swore as the line fell silent after the tone.

„Hey, it’s me Oikawa-“ His pale hands were still stuck the phone as if he was hanging on it for his dear life.

I quirked a brow at his determination.

“Two points.” The boy with ombre commented again.

“I know this is probably not the right time nor is it the right way to do something like this but... I just-“ His eyes began watering, his gaze casted up at the ceiling, avoiding the intense stares from his friends.

“I love you, okay? I always have.”

My eyes grew wide. I knew it was going to happen but it didn’t feel as accomplishing as I thought it would.

After a few seconds of sniffling, my usual cocky friend spoke his last words. “I hope this doesn’t make things weird but call me when you aren’t busy. And if this all goes to shit... then i hope i didn’t ruin our friendship because of my stupidity. I’m sorry-“

A weak smile formed on his face again.

“Good night.” Tooru pushed the red button. The room was still dead.

After a few minutes of silence Tooru cautiously looked down from the ceiling again and towards me. “So, who’s next?”

Hurt laced his voice but his eyes spoke for themselves. He wanted the game to continue no matter what.

“Akaashi you were awfully silent tonight. Isn’t it your friends birthday? Shouldn’t you be ecstatic to prepare such an amazing event for him?” The brunettes words felt as sharp as knives. He knew he had dug himself a grave but didn’t want to be the only one left feeling this way.

“I didn’t mean to-“ Keiji stuttered at his blunt accusations until Ko stepped in. “It’s fine. I loved it Akaashi! The food, the decorations, everything was great.”

Tooru clapped his hands sarcastically. “Here we go, you loved it! What else do you love or rather-“ He came closer to the birthday boy. “Who do you love, mh? I’m curious about this one.”

In a spur of the moment I yanked the phone away. Tooru’s attitude was rubbing me the wrong way and Keiji was in this situation because I agreed to it. I finally needed to own up to my feelings.

This game really was stupid.

Before Tooru could provoke another friend of his, the figure at the window finally began to move from his seat.

“Y/n, give me the phone.”

Toshi stood next to me now, his big hand held out in persistence. He always got the reaction he wanted out of me but not this time. I was frustrated AND drunk.

“And why would I do that?” I asked narrowing my eyes at the all too familiar man.

“Because I asked you to. You aren’t in your right mind at the moment.” He concluded.

“Don’t act like you care, Toshi.” I pleaded, phone still in hand until he began stepping further towards me.

“Okay, why don’t we calm down?” Tetsuro chimed in as he went between the two of us.

“I am calm.” The stoic figure infront of him stated.

“Oh wow, newsflash: The statue remains calm.” Sarcasm practically dripped from my voice as I took the last swig from my drink. Tooru’s chuckle could be heard from the back of the couch he was leaning on now. Tetsuro sighed as he held my shoulders in place.

“Come on, give the guy a chance.”

My eyes grew wide at the betrayal my friend just committed.

“Do you really think he’s gonna call someone? This guy hasn’t loved anything in his life besides his career. Trust me, I would know.” My comment stung as much as I intended it to.

“Give me the phone.” Wakatoshi repeated with even more determination this time. The dark haired boy still stood between us and slowly took the phone out of my hand, turning around to the other figure.

“Don’t pull anything funny.” He warned Wakatoshi as he proceeded to hand him the phone. He left the space between us and I turned away immediately.

I couldn’t watch this shit anymore. Everything, from the time we first spend a day together to the endless nights awake. The happyness I felt with him, but mostly the confusion, led up to this moment.

I could sense Toshi’s fixation on me.

„So who are you going to call, mh?” Staring at the cold wall white walls that mustered Keiji’s apartment as I crossed my arms.

“It sure as hell aint me.”

The line kept ringing as the man kept his demeanor. Our friends were at the edge of their seats at this point. Some because they worried for their friends relationship, some for pure entertainment.

Suddenly the back of my pocket started vibrating, releasing a calming little ringtone.

“One point.”

I shook my head slowly, trying my best to keep my eyes from watering.

“Please, pick up.” He urged.

For the first time in this weird relationship we had, I felt some sort of emotion coming from the man. I started turning around slowly to the figure behind me.

Silently cursing to myself I took the phone out of my back pocket and placed my finger on the green button.

“Two points.”

“Y/n, it’s Wakatoshi.”

“Another two points.” Kenmas voice erupted in the background again, it only felt like a tv softly playing in the background.

My emotions got the better of me as I softly cried out. “I hate you.”

The line fell silent again. I closed my eyes as I put a hand over my mouth.

“I know you don’t mean that.” His deep voice rang through my ears, calming me in a way. “I know it because after everything that happened, you always stayed with me. Y/n, I-“

“Don’t fucking say it.” My hand fell as I stared him down with tears trickled down my cheeks. He opened his mouth for a second again.

“Toshi, don’t-“

“I love you.”

Silence.

“Five points.”

I stared at the figure infront of me. This man wasn’t someone that would enter a game in the first place but if he did, he intended to win.

„Congrats.“ I blinked away the tears. „Hopefully next time you can express your feelings without it having to be a competition.“

After pressing the red button, I quickly placed my phone back into my pocket and looked for my purse. I couldn’t stay in this room any longer.

Slinging the bag I found on the table over my shoulder, I turned towards the exit.

„Are you leaving?“ Keiji cautiously stood up and approached my dishevelled figure.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.” Without sparing him a second glance I walked out of the apartment.

————

After running down the flights of stairs, the slightly colder air felt like heaven to my lungs. I panted for a while until I began walking towards the river that was nearby the apartment. Halting at the rails I took a look at the scenery, the city lights mirrored in the dark blue.

At times Keiji and I would take a walk along the sight and talk for hours. How come I can open up to some so easily and with others it feels so difficult?

“I was scared.”

Wakatoshi’s deep voice rang behind from me. I remained on the rails, waiting for him to continue without my help.

“Maybe, you were going to call somebody else. When I realized that that could be a possibility I panicked.” Suddenly his tall figure stood next to me. He wore his black coat and had his hair casually down, just effortlessly.

“It might be too late but I still had to say it before you could say it to another man.”

My gaze slowly drifted to him.

“What difference would it make?”

His features looked so soft in this light, eyes glimmering. Toshi’s eyebrows were furrowed as if he was in deep thought. Then his soothing voice could be heard again.

“I don’t think I would be able to handle it. I know doing it like this was not right and I should have done it before.” He paused again until his eyes suddenly met mine.

“It might be selfish when I put it like this but I can’t see you with anyone else.”

My vision became blurry again as his eyes began to soften at his last words. A sudden wave of emotions hit me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I clung to him as if he was going to run away.

“I love you Toshi. I only love you.”

10 points.

[kyuublu]

Sparkling Soda

Song Inspiration: Young - Vacations

Here I was again. Getting dragged to some club by my friends.

“Why do we have to be here on a Sunday?” I shrugged leaning against the bar with a Coke in hand. Oikawa turned to my tired form with his finger raised. “Because this is a special event.” This guy would never let me leave I thought, casting my gaze towards the other boy beside me. “Did you agree to this Iwai? You know we got that math test tomorrow.”

Hajime was my only chance of getting back home. If he was convinced that leaving was a good Idea, Oikawa would follow immediately.

“Well I’m not the one that’s failing the class.” The brunette smirked confidently. He knew what I was trying to do. “Relax. This time it’ll be worth it.”

The boy wouldn’t budge and continued “I hate to say this but Oikawa is right for once.” Iwaizumi sipped on his drink, earning a glare form his childhood friend. I crossed my arms and sighed in defeat.

“What’s so special then?”

Tooru put his hands on his hips, smirking at the stage that was further away in front of us. “You’re gonna find out soon enough.”

Rolling my eyes I put my drink on the counter behind me and turned back to the stage. The club wasn’t empty but it wasn’t really packed either. There was a group of people standing infront of the small stage, seemingly waiting for something or someone. I’ve never been here but I realized soon enough that this was more of a indie/alternative bar. Posters were plastered on the walls, the bar was filled by people with ripped jeans and leather jackets. The whole place just smelled like cigarettes and booze.

Suddenly the there was some kind of movement in the stage area. The small crowd infront of us began shuffling around, some cheered a little until some guys entered the stage. Must be a band.

My eyes grew wide as I spotted two of our friends.

“I thought Hanamaki and Matsukawa were busy tonight?” Was the only thing that I could muster up to say at the moment. The shock still spilling in. “Well they are.” Haji let out a small chuckle.

Hanamaki was now seating himself at the drums. “I would’ve never taken him to be the kind to play the drums.” I mumbled without thinking. “Me neither but oh boy, you’ll be suprised at who’s going to sing tonight.” Oikawa came closer to Iwaizumi and sat down on the stool next to him.

Matsukawa put some sort of belt that was connected to a bass over his shoulder and shuffled towards the mic.

“No fucking way-“ I gasped. He was not about to sing right now. This is a joke, right?

“Hey guys, thank you all for coming. We haven’t been able to play much in this area so we’re really happy for this opportunity.” Matsukawa sounded more shy and nervous than usual. He looked around for a bit before continuing with a smile “Thank you for listening. We hope you’ll enjoy it.”

The band began playing their chords, all harmonizing. In a way it wasn’t perfect but it still sounded amazing to my ears.

I was at the edge of my seat at this point and I could feel the stares of my two friends beside me lingering.

Then Matsukawa came closer to the Mic, spilling his whole heart out in the most beautiful way I’ve ever witnessed. His voice wasn’t the greatest either, he didn’t hit every note but somehow his soft and breaking words fit perfectly to the tune they were playing. It felt like I was in a trance. This wasn’t the boy I saw at practice every week.

They played 3 more songs. My eyes glued to the stage the whole time, especially at the boy holding the bass.

After they finished their last piece they thanked the audience again and left somewhere behind the stage.

Oikawa suddenly got up standing right infront of his two friends. “So- y’all wanna go backstage or what?”

I snapped back into reality. “Back- Backstage?” There it was. A smirk started to form on the captains face, making me feel sick to my stomach immediately.

“Yes! But not if you keep stuttering like that. They don’t let some random fangirl in, you know-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence when a slap to his head was sent his way by the other brunette beside me.

“Stop joking around, dumbass. Let’s just go inside.” Iwaizumi trudged towards a door next to the stage. I followed after giving Oikawa the scariedt death glare I could muster.

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We got into the backstage area pretty smoothly. The club wasn’t really that popular so the security wasn’t too strict.

A weird feeling started to form in my stomach. I felt like I was about to go bungee jumping down a cliff or something.

Was I really that irritated just because Matsukawa sang a little? I mean he did look like an angel with that light shining on his face and-

“How did you idiots get in?” Hanamakis voice rang through the room as soon as we entered. Iwai and Oikawa chuckled as they gave both of the band members hugs and pats on the back.

I just stood there, akwardly spacing out until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

“Was I that bad?”

Matsukawa. Fuck.

“N- No! I was just- I’m-“ A blush started forming on my cheeks.

Get yourself straight damn it.

I sighed looking back up at him again. “You guys were amazing, really.”

Matsukawa looked at me for a moment, as if he was analyzing me but then broke into a soft grin. “Thanks.”

“Amazing, huh?” A familiar voice came from behind me again. Hanamaki sat on a couch, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

Turning to the boy I let out a squeal in excitement.

“Why did you never tell me you played the drums?” I sat down next to Maki, distracting myself from the akward encounter before.

“When would I ever need to drop that fact?” Looking at him in disbelief I continued my small tantrum.

“Well you should’ve! You looked freaking bad ass out there.” We both started chuckling at my blundness. It felt like before when we talked like this. Everything seemed fine so far.

I began being their manager in our first year and they have been annoying me every day since. Sure I loved these idiots but I always just saw them as, brothers I guess?

Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes on me as my conversation continued with Maki. Averting my gaze away from my friend I catched a glimpse at Matsukawas face.

He was leaning against the wall while Tooru was blabbering about some girl he saw in the crowd. The singer had a small pout on his face but quickly looked back to the others, pretending to listen again.

Why was he sad after the performance they just gave? Did I say something stupid?

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After an hour or so we decided to leave. Our group of five people began walking towards the train station near by.

It was pitch black, the only sound coming from the four boys infront of me. I often trudged behind them, not always being in the mood for talks, especially at this hour.

My yawn was interrupted by a figure slowly creeping up next to me.

“Sorry for keeping you up so long.”

My head snapped to the voice beside me.

“It’s fine. Tooru would’ve kept me up with some of his stupid relationship problems anyways.” I waved him off as he let out a dry chuckled. After a moment of akward silence I began speaking up again.

“I like your voice.”

What the fuck did I just say?

I abruptly facepalmed myself in embarrassment. “I mean not like in a weird way-“

A laugh erupted from the messy haired boy next to me. Confused I slowly turned towards him. “What’s so funny?” I grew frustrated from the conversations we shared between us since the performance.

“Nothing. You just sounded really cute when you said that.”

My eyes were glued to the floor now. I didn’t want him to notice my panic. This dumbass just called me cute.

“I wasnt supposed to be the singer of the band, ya know.”

I glanced at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

The tall lanky boy put his hands into his pockets and sighed.

“There was this guy who was actually going to be our singer. He cancelled on us last minute when we had our first gig.”

I furrowed my brows as I clung to every word he uttered.

“We had everything planned out and then it was over. The guy left the group because he was to scared to perform. But I couldn’t just let the work we put in go to waste.”

“Did he write the songs?”

Matsukawa took a minute and responded rather confident. “I wrote them.”

My eyes grew wide. No wonder why his emotions seemed so real when he sang. This wasn’t just a cover from some low blow song.

As I tried questioning him more I was rudely intruded by the most annoying person himself. “Our train arrived, stop flirting you two!” Anger began rising in my body as I smacked the brunette on the shoulder.

“Shut up you stick!”

The rest of the group broke into a fit of laughter as Tooru rubbed at his arm.

“You’re getting meaner than Iwai these days, y/n...” I glared at him as I sat down on one of the seats. This idiot really had to make it weird again. Matsukawa and I were finally acting normal for a second.

“I’m glad she entered my hater club.” Hajime smiled in content as he grabbed one of the poles next to my seat. His nest friend pouted as he sat across from me, Hanamaki following. Matsukawa sat down next to me, I could practically feel my insides turning.

This is going to be a long and annoying ride.

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We arrived at our last stop and left the train. After our conversation died down we stayed at the exit of the station.

“Guys I can’t stay awake any longer, I gotta dip.” I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“Oh! You can’t be walking home alone at this hour! A small fragile girl like you-“

“I will kick your ass if you finish that sentence Tooru.” I warned as I stepped closer to him. “And I sure as hell won’t go home with you or you’ll end up in a ditch somewhere.” The lean boy threw his hands up in defense.

“I could walk you home.”

Me and the brunettes head turned at Matsukawas intrusion.

“I mean you really don’t have to, he was just-“

I tried reasoning before I was interrupted. “Don’t be stupid, I won’t be able to sleep if you’re wandering around at night like that.”

A scowl formed on my face. This guy won’t let me talk him out of this. Accepting my fate I waved everyone goodbye and we made our way towards my house.

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“Is everything alright? You seemed kinda off tonight.” He still had his hands in his pocket, looking ahead at the road infront of us.

“Yea I just...” I shrugged trying to organize my thoughts until I explained further.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About what?”

“About the band. Playing the bass. Singing, damn it everything!” My rambling became even more hectic when I realized how little I knew about him.

“Well we don’t really talk that much about each other. Sure, we ask about school or practice but we don’t ever get that deep.”

With furrowed brows I slowed down my paste until I came to a halt. Mastukawa turned to me in confusion.

“But why don’t we?”

It was silent again. I always had to make it uncomfortable with my stupid thoughts.

“I don’t know. It’s just always been like that.”

Balling my fists I gathered all the confidence I had left. I stepped closer to the his form.

“But I want to get to know you. I don’t know what kind of music you like, your favorite food, video game. Hell I don’t even know if you actually like volleyball.”

His demeanor soften as he left out a warm chuckle. “I like volleyball, don’t worry-“

In a spur of the moment I took one of his hands, we locked eyes with each other. Shock written all over his face.

“I’m serious. I feel like we’re strangers even though we’ve seen each other almost everyday for years.”

Matsukawas expression broke into a warm one again as he smirked.

“I’ve got some time right now if you wanna get to know me so bad.”

Idiot.

A blush crept up and I started walking towards our destination again.

“Forget it. I got a math test tomorrow.”

The messy haired boy picked up his pace, jogging back next to my side.

“I know. I was just messing with you.”

His pause made me a little worried. Did he think I confessed?

“But we could hang out after practice tomorrow? Maybe at that new cafe near the park? Heard they got some real good cupcakes.”

I perked up at his offer, using everything in my power to conceal the giddiness that was building inside of me. “Sure, why not.”

At least Tooru did something right for once. Dragging me to this event was the best idea he’s ever had.

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A/N

Some band au type of stuff to ease my mind. Matsun with a bass though y’all-

[kyuublu]

Be somebody

A window. To my left.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the bright light that illuminated my face. Cars honking in the distance, my neighbors arguing about taking out the trash, the birds chirping somewhere in the distance.

Today is monday. My bedroom was not just one room but rather a kitchen and livingroom that included a single mattress on the floor, all together. As i approached my coffee machine i subconsciously looked at the calendar that was pinned up on the wall.

“shift & 8 am”

Immediately my head turned to my phone that was set on the kitchen table. I cautiously pushed the homebutton.

9.45 am. Shit.

_______

I stormed into the office looking frantically for the room my boss was in.

I was an assistant at a shitty company i didn’t want to be in in the first place. Of course this wasn’t my dream job but life has its ways and at the end we all just end up in the same shithole anyways.

At least thats what I thought when I didn’t have enough money to pay rent anymore 2 years ago. And now I’m probably going to get fired.

Room 127.

„You know this is the 5th time this week.“ He didn’t even look at me.

“I’m so sorry but the passed weeks I-” Itried arguing but was met with a harsh glare.

„Y/n it wasn’t just the last couple of weeks. You’ve been sloppy with your work for awhile now and called in sick way more times than i can count.“

I stared blankly at the picture frame on my bosses desk. I didn’t know he had family.

„You’re fired.“

This was it. I knew it was coming but i expected to be more freaked out about it. But i didn’t feel anything.

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I aimlessly walked through the busy city streets. People of all ages went on with their everyday lifes, and then there was me. I barely knew any people in this city eventhough i’ve lived here all my life. Sure i had some acquaintances here and there but nobody that really deeply mattered to me.

As i approached a convenient store, a wall full of posters caught my eye. I should probably search for another job as soon as possible or i’ll need to move back in with my parents. God, i sound like a loser.

Suddenly i stopped at a particular poster that just looked way more obnoxious than the other dull ones.

This guy. He seemed familiar.

'Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century' was printed in bold colors.

Suddenly it hit me. The blonde man grimacing on the poster was somebody i went to school with. What the hell was he doing in this psychic business stuff? I mean, I shouldn’t be the one talking. I just got fired.

Reigen. We barely talked throughout high school but he always stuck out in the crowd. Back then he just seemed a little- off i guess?

Talking way too much in class, being cocky eventhough he seemed to lose in every bet he made and just overall different.

I continued looking at the bottom part of the poster which read:

'Employee wanted!'

I let out a small chuckle. Am I really going to do this? I don’t even believe in spirits or anything related to that stuff.

But what could I possibly lose right now?

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Staring at the sign outside of the tall grey building i shook my head in disbelief.

'Spirits and Such Consultation Office'

Yup. There’s no going back now.

Now standing infront of the dark colored door i started getting more anxious.

This guy has this random career and i’m just going to barge in without having a single clue about what he actually does. I don’t even have any important papers with me, nor did I prepare anything.

The only hint of professionalism could be seen in my choice of clothing. I just wore a black cheap pantsuit that I had previously put on for my office job.

A loud groan left my mouth in frustration. Stop thinking and just do it dumbass.

Before i could continue my pointless rant in my mind i knocked on the door. Suddenly a man with short brown hair and dark undereye bags stood in front of me. He sure as hell looked more anxious than me. Is he here for the job too?

“You- You- aren’t Mob.“ He stuttered, while he staggered backwards still holding the door open.

„Excuse me? Who?“ I responded confused.

Another voice in the back of the room interruped our weird encounter.

„Serizawa is it the old lady again? I told her-“

I slowly stepped into the room and looked towards where the voice was coming from. A blonde man was leaning against a desk with his arms crossed.

Reigen paused, blinking at the new figure standing in his office.

Shit. He doesn’t remember me, does he?

Suddenly the mans eyes grew bigger.

“Oh! Y/L/N, from high school right?” I chuckled at his blunt statement replying “Yep that’s me.”

Serizawa slowly closed the door, seeming even more confused than before.

“You- You can sit down if you want.” Reigen walked around the desk and placed himself on a chair as he continued “So, what brings you here? It must’ve been years since i’ve last seen you around.”

I hesitantly approached the chair infront of his desk and sat down. “Uhm- I’m actually here for the job offer.” I said as I placed my bag on the ground and looked back to him.

All of a sudden his face showed a hint of disappointment.

“Oh yes- yes, of course. Thats why you would be here.” Reigen mumbled as he scratched his head.

“Look, Y/L/N, I put those posters up before this guy came around.” He said pointing at the brown haired man behind me that didn’t seem to ever stop fidgeting.

My akward smile faded and I mentally face palmed myself. Why does stuff like this always happen to me? It must be Karma or something.

Reigen sighed while I seemed to be somewhere else with my thoughts. “But... I guess it wouldn’t be bad to have someone to look after all the paperwork, get some food once in awhile or-“ I yanked myself back to reality and said “Like an errand boy??”

“I- I mean if you need a job, I could only offer you this-“

My eyes widened with hope and I smiled him holding out my hand.

“I’ll take it!”

The blonde man watched in awe, hesitantly shaking my hand.

“So, when can I start?”

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A/N

Will continue this if I feel like it. We’ll see :)