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[omgseiyuu]

Well welcome back sen!

WHEN PEOPLE JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP

I am so sorry that I was unable to post or be online these few months. Been busy with kinds of stuff 😫

Featuring Kozume Kenma, Miya Atsumu, Haiba Lev, and Shirabu Kenjiro Warning/s: None, just floaty scenes

KOZUME KENMA

Kenma chuckled upon reading the complaints of his viewers as he was doing a live question-and-answer.

“I apologize, but I have to do something important,” he said.

“Hnn. Maybe?” He again says, after reading text your lover or attend them…what?! comment. After that, comments keep on pouring in as they began to ask if it was a fact or a bluff.

“Seriously though, I have to—” Kenma’s sentence was cut-off when he saw your username pops-out—a signal that you entered the live room. He smiled.

“Alright, you all win. So, what’s the next question?” He said as he reached for his phone and sent a message to you—what’s up?

“Huh? Oh, the lover-thingy? Didn’t I tell you that I have someone already?” He said and paused for a second—” Or maybe I forgot to mention?” He asks more than to himself.

“Woah, we’re going public now?” He reads your comment. Kenma stared at the camera and smiled— “Y/N, love, we’re never a secret.”

MIYA ATSUMU

The face that Atsumu had when he accidentally posted his picture with you in their private lounge instead of the picture beside you is tensed as if he had committed a grave sin.

“Tsum-tsum—”

“I know! Shit, how d’ya delete this tweet?! How?! Where’s the button?!” His phone slipped due to the nervousness, and upon quickly picking it up, the reactions, comments, and pins steadily increased.

“Why? What happened?” The coach, upon entering, had seen Atsumu’s pale face.

“You sick?” Just after he said that, their manager’s phone and their coach’s phone rang. Atsumu nervously chuckled when they both answered it. As they turn to Atsumu—

“Oh, Miya did?”                       “I see. Well, they’re currently resting at the moment, so….”

The door opened, and you went in while holding some medical equipment in your left hand; the other was scrolling your phone and as you double-tapped Atsumu’s recent post and returned your phone to your pocket afterward.

“Oh, good work. But…what’s up with the silence, though?”

“Yeah. Yeah. We can confirm it later.” The coach ended the call then the manager followed.

“Y/N, please check Hinata’s arm,” their manager said, and you nodded.

“Bub, I…accidentally…hahaha…the picture that we…took—”

“If you’re talking about your recent tweet, we don’t have to worry about it,” you muttered and began to place the medical equipment down.

“What? Why?”

“Are you an idiot? We’re volleyball players and not actors. Why the heck should we be leashed to not dating? Although I’m surprised that Y/N’s dealing with you.” Sakusa tch-ed although wearing mask.

“Wait, wait. So we’re not in secret?! Like, I should’ve just publicly showed you affection?!”

“Miya, you’re being loud.” Coach.

“But coach, I’ve been careful all these months, and I could just—”

“Who’s fault was it?” You.

“Been went through—” Atsumu.

“Miya, shut up!”

HAIBA LEV

“He’s coming! He’s here!”

“Lev, please look at the camera!”

“Here, here!”

“Welcome back, Lev Haiba!”

“Please give us a comment! How was your tour in Okinawa last week?!”

Flashes of camera and bombards of question greeted Lev as the car he was in opened and stepped out. But he keeps his glasses on and his head down as he just answered—“It was great, thanks for greeting me.”

Half of the appointed staff are keeping the crowd—the reporters, photographers, and fans, in their places and not letting them pass the railings. Finally, straightening his posture to bow to the crowd as a form of thanking them, he saw you holding your camera.

He immediately smiled, and thus, all the camera flashes, including yours.

“Mr. Lev, did you perhaps also go to visit your former volleyball team?” One of the reporters asked, but he went in your direction while steadily looking at your camera. Grin plastered his face.

“Don’t just smile to my cam, do that to others too,” is what you said with your look. But Lev just shook his head and stopped two meters away from your camera.

“What. What’s happening?”

“Please look at here also, Lev!”

“Lev, may we get a pose from you?” But he did not listen to them and just looked at you.

Lev removed his glasses as questions still poured. Directly looking at you, Lev states—“What, babe? Aren’t you gon’na ask me some questions too?”

SHIRABU KENJIRO

“I feel so refreshed whenever I see Shirabu-kun.”

“He’s still under training but he’d be soooo fine!”

“I get the feeling. He was really gentle whenever he guides the patients—”

“—and a bit strict when he has orders from the Doctor to fulfill right, right?” It was what you have heard while nearing the front desk as you were supposed to ask some questions.

“Uhm, excuse me?” You said.

“It’s about time for him to clock out, right? Should I take pictures again?” The other nurses giggle at one’s comment.

You cleared your through and again said—“Excuse me, may I ask something?”

“Oh! Yes, yes, Sorry about that. Please go on,” one of the nurses attended to you.

“Is Shirabu-kun still here?” The nurses stopped and looked at you.

“Are…you related to him? Family? Relatives?” The nurse asked.

“Not really family but I’m—”

“We are sorry but we are not able to answer your question regarding our staffs,” they answered.

You sighed and gave them a little smile while nodding—"Then, I guess I have to wait here to see if he’s in.”

You took your steps and went to take a seat. The nurses had their eye on you and converse as to why are you looking for him. Judging by the way you clothed yourself, they were debating if you’re his lover or one of the patients’ relative that has their eyes on Shirabu. Not that you can’t hear them.

Few minutes later and Shirabu came to the scene. His robe off while massaging his right shoulder with his left hand.

“Shirabu-kun, clocking out?” The nurse that talked to you asked Shirabu. You face their direction while still sitting.

“Yes. Thank you for the hard works,” he said while filling up his checks before signing his name.

“By the way, we’re planning on drinking tonight. You should come.”

“Ah, that…sorry but I have plans,” Shirabu answered and as he faces where you were, he stared at you for good few seconds before a tepid smile appears on his face.

“You always say that but you—”

“Sorry. Maybe next time—” he bade farewell to the nurses.

“—hey, sweetie,” his steps were fast and as you stand up, he gave you a small hug and kisses your temple, which the nurses have witnessed.

“Let’s dine at my place.”

--END--

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Tattered (third) ~ (fourth)

Suna Rintarou x Reader

"What are you doing here?" He looked wide-eyed at the figure standing before him.

"Aren't you getting married in 2 hours?" He moved out of the way to let his surprise visit enter the house.

Pointing at self, "Why else do you think I'm wearing this?"

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" Suna shut the door, and turned around folding his hands.

Plopping down on the couch, "I dont think I can do this."

Suna looked at the figure in front of him, dressed neatly in a wedding tux, a matching tie, his hair neatly pulled back in a sleek hairdo, but his face- quite unbefitting of someone who's about to get married.

Bokuto loosens his tie with one hand and leans back against the couch, "I saw you that night."

"Oh." Suna's mouth opens in slight bewilderment. He sighs and seats himself on the couch infront of Bokuto.

"You know, I kept thinking she was marrying me because she loved me. Everything was simple, until it wasn't." He pinches the bridge of his nose in deliberation. "But I saw the gleam in her eyes that night. And everything wasn't so simple anymore."

Suna creased his lips, "You still haven't told me why you're here. You're getting married today. Y/N is waiting for you."

Bokuto looked away from Suna, staring out of the window on his right, "If I ask you something, would you answer it honestly?"

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And It's Fall: Sugawara Koushi

"Why are you so kind?" You asked out of the blue after he took the boxes that you're carrying. "Kind? I'm not sure. Isn't this what everyone does after seeing someone with these heavy boxes?" He retorted and chuckled.

You pouted-"The teacher was being an ass." "Come on now, Y/N. It's because you won't let me help you with your studies." "I told you I can handle it real well." After having to settle the boxes in the storage room, you told Suga to go with you on the corridor, where the vending machine is. You got him an orange juice as thanks and he just answered-"Anything for you, Y/N," as he gave you his signature grin. Your heart skip a beat. Here he goes again. He's been like that at the start of your year. Constantly greeting you, inviting you to their games, even visiting you when you had colds, and more so approach you with an intention- and you welcome all of those. Many of his underclassmen liked him, especially the first years since he gave off a nice and gentle aura.

" I told you to stop saying those things. " " Y/N," you flinched at his sudden seriousness. " How many times do I have to tell you I like you?" Suga. " If you could just-" his phrases were cut due to the bell ringing- a signal for the third period, so you compose yourself and look up to him. "That's the bell. Thank you, Suga. You really saved me here," you said as you turned your back on him. You did not look back. You don't have to see the sadness written on his face. The next day, he did not approach you- more like you're avoiding him. He was looking for you in your class but you were fast to get out of the scene-saying you needed to go to the comfort room. It happened a few times and you started to feel bad.

Then he was in front of your classroom as a classmate calls you. Wait? Wasn't he supposed to have an early practice? He shouldn't be here. You sighed. "Hey, are you really sure he was not your boyfriend?" Your classmate in front of your chair asked as a peering eye looked at you. You suddenly stand up-"He's not!" "Eh? But you're always together. And your looks are comforting when you're with Sugawara-kun." Your heart thumped. No. "Y/N?" Oh, right. He was calling for you.

"Uh. H-hi?" You greeted, though it was a bit awkward. But Sugawara, as he is, shook it off with a chuckle. " Hey! It isn't funny," You mumbled the last phrases. " But it's as if you've done something wrong," and he chuckled again. You look away from him. "Sorry." "Then is it safe to assume that you were ignoring me?" He hits the point. You did not answer him, instead, you muffled with your hands. And the fact that you're nervous for some unusual feeling. "I will not say those things again." You stopped after hearing what he said. "I- uhm..made you somewhat uncomfortable huh? Always telling you that I like you and all...s-so-" No. That's not it. "-w-what I'm saying is... let's go b-back to normal." Your surprised face met his. "I mean..I...I still want to talk to you like this s-so-" Rather than not having anything in between, it's already good as it is. "Sure." You masked up your smile. "Let's go back to normal." But what exactly is normal?

"That happened three months ago. Both of you talked normally, no more likes and pursuing. Suga may have lingering feelings for the first few weeks and you rejected the sadness in his eyes whenever it meets yours. It has been hard for the both of you, especially when you started to realize those feelings which you just grasped. You've battling up to tell him about your confusion but it was as if you're just playing with his feelings back then. So you chose to zip your mouth. You were walking up the hallway when you saw someone holding piles of papers. As you decide to help the girl, Suga came into your line of vision- he took some of the piled papers from the girl. As surprised as you were, you did not expect what the girl just said-"Kou-chan?! Thanks for helping!" Kou-chan? A nickname from someone you do not know. "You could've just asked for help. There are a lot of students here you know?" The girl giggled-"Well it's because I knew you'll be looking for me at this time, right?" Looking? Why? Isn't it supposed to be me who's he's looking for at this hour? Luch is near, so... When you look at Sugawara- he had this gentle smile as he was talking to the girl. It was as if both are surrounded by flowers. What's wrong with them? "Suga." You called out to him. Both looked over your direction since they were really not that far. Sugawara smiled when he saw you, which annoyed you since the smile he gave for the girl was a lot gentler and flowery than yours. "Lunch is soon. Should we go?" "Ah, that. I'm still helping Hirami so is it okay to go first?" He said. His eyes left yours and went to the said girl. "Hirami?" You trailed Suga's eyes and settles on her figure. "You must be Y/N-san! Hi, nice to meet you! I am Michiro Hirami, I've heard a lot about you from the team~" So they were on a first-name basis. You tried your best to smile at her. "Should I help you too?" Her eyes sparkle at your offer but Suga refused it fast. Shocked, you glanced at Suga. "Eh? But I wanna talk to Y/N-san-" Suga leaned to you and whispered-"Y/N, please help me this once." Oh. So that means... "What is it? What is it? Is it a secret?" Hirami chipped you. "Please," his mouth muttered, ears flushed. He's serious. He really is. "I...I'm sorry," for disturbing you; for not being completely honest; for not realizing it sooner. Sorry. "What's wrong Y/N-san?" Hirami's worried voice asked you. "Sorry, Hirami, Suga- I... I just remembered I made a promise with Rika to have lunch with her." The relief on Suga's face is evident. Hirami was disappointed- it seems she's still not aware of it.

As you waved the both of them, Sugawara looked back at you and gave you, once again, a bright smile. "Thanks, Y/N." Regret flushing you as you watch them talk, voice fading in the background as you wished it's still you who's at his side.

[omgseiyuu]

Deyyyyyyymmmmmm

HE GETS HARD IN PUBLIC ♡

INCLUDES ⨾ BOKUTO, IWAIZUMI, KUROO, SAKUSA, SUNA

WARNINGS ⨾ PDA, implied!semi-public sex, semi-public handjob, grinding, nudes

a/n ⨾ I really wanted to test these banners out so ig today’s the big heart aesthetics debut!! Also, hi I’m back from my hiatus ♡

❥ haikyuu masterlist

𝔟𝔬𝔨𝔲𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲

♥︎ He’s right where you agreed to meet him

♥︎ 6’2” Bokuto isn’t at all hard to spot

♥︎ Immediately, your eyes trail to his big hands that were covering his crotch area

♥︎ He looks… uneasy

♥︎ “I have a problem.”

♥︎ He quickly lifts his hands, letting you take a peak and you notice how big of a problem it is

♥︎ The thick fabric of his sweatpants barely did anything to hide the outline of his erection

♥︎ “Kou, it’s okay,” you assure him, standing in front of him as you help him hide his print away from any onlookers

♥︎ “Can we please take care of it?” He asks sheepishly

♥︎ “Of course! Where’d you park your car?” ♡

Keep reading

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I...with?!

Cigarettes After Sex

Genre: frat boy!suna au, enemies to fwb to lovers, toxic relationship, hurt to comfort, fuck boy shit.

Summary: Suna Rintarō’s reputation precedes him, it’s obvious when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. Determined to add your heart to his collection of broken trophies, he is willing to do anything and everything to make your heart his.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: minor character death, smut, cunnilingus, toxicity, drunk driving, drinking, smoking, mentions of weed.

Collab: @saintobio’s frat au collab

A/N: @iheart-shigaraki helped me out a bit with this just to make sure it's not total shit. Btw, Sincerely Not is a series written by Saint, you should check it out.

“It's leading me on, every time we touch. Leading me on, every time it hurts. Feeling so lonely, 'cause it's not enough. Missin' you only ever since we fell in love.”

If there were a trait that solidified the perception that Suna Rintarō was a terrible person, it would be the absolute power trip he felt when he took the heart of a sweet innocent girl. He ripped it out and tore it to pieces, watching as she fell to her knees, begging him to never leave her. The look of woe that adorned their wet eyes, brimming with salty tears, was enough to give him a better high than weed ever could. He truly loved the feeling of holding a girl's heart in his hand, all her feelings controlled by him. He knew he was awful, but he didn’t care.

“Aye, get yer head of the clouds. I’m talkin’ to ya.” Atsumu’s voice drew Rintarō’s attention back to his bothersome fraternity brother. “What’re you even lookin’ at?”

“Huh? Nothing. Mind your business.” Suna’s eyes never left the girl, causing Atsumu to follow the invisible line that his hard stare created. His eyes landed on a girl in the back of the lecture hall, and even Atsumu could tell that she was a fucking stunner. Her hair lazily fell over her shoulders as she concentrated on the book in her hands. She was that quiet type of beauty most only admired from afar and 100% the type of girl Rintarō wants to break.

Turning his relaxed gaze back to his fox-like friend, a knowing smirk crawled onto Atsumu’s face as he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. “Oh, I see. Found a new target, Rin?”

A small, barely noticeable smirk embellished Suna’s features as he readjusted in his seat. A mischievous glint shone brightly in his jade eyes, “Yeah, think so.”

“Hey, stranger.” A voice laced with tiredness pulled you out of the fictional world of Sincerely Not. Annoyed by the distraction, you glanced up with an exasperated look and found that standing before you was Tokyo University’s favorite frat boy. Suna Rintarō.

His tired eyes met yours, bangs parted in the middle, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Knowing that he was nothing but bad news, you chose to ignore him and dove back into your book.

“Oi, don’t ignore me. I’m talking to you.” As he dropped his backpack to the floor, he slumped into the seat across from you. His muscles flexed as he leaned against the table, placing his head in his hands. Noticing that you would rather read your book than talk to him, he grabbed the paperback out of your hand and tossed it to the side.

Gritting your teeth together, you tried your best to keep your composure. “That wasn’t bookmarked.”

“Hm, my bad.�� Despite his seemingly apologetic words, his tone indicated that he couldn’t give a rat’s ass. You noticed how his eyes looked you up and down, devouring every part of you. His eyes lingered on your body, and that only fanned the flame of your anger. Who does this pompous asshole think he is?

“If you think I'm going to let you check me out, then you can leave. This is supposed to be a quiet, peaceful place. Somewhere you clearly don’t belong.” He was taken back by your attitude and quick wit. You certainly weren’t going to be an easy catch, but that just made you all the more enticing.

“No shit, I don’t belong here. I haven’t been to a library since they forced us to pick out a book in middle school.” His careless words only ground your gears even harder. The way he acted, in the same manner, careless, was just as aggravating. You narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he pulled on a lazy smirk. He rocked back and forth in the chair, almost falling each time. It made you want to go over there and knock him over yourself. Maybe if you hit him hard enough, he'd learn some respect.

The rising heat that bubbled from the pits of your stomach caused your body to shake with rage. You knew of his reputation and saw how the girls he broke fell apart. Someone you knew even dropped out of school because of him.

Slouching into your chair, you let out an exasperated sigh. “Why are you here, Suna?”

“You have a nice ass.” His blunt, lewd answer caught you off guard. What the actual fuck?

Taking your book from across the table, you carefully shoved it into your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You didn’t say a word as you left him at the table.

“Wait, where are you going?" He finally fell back in his chair. "That was a compliment!”

“Don’t care.” You responded before you exited the building.

Chuckling to himself, he was left thinking about you.

‘What am I going to do to you?’

If there was something you were absolutely certain of, it was the indisputable fact that Suna Rintarō was the most annoying, aggravating, relentless piece of shit you have ever met. Day after day he made it his job to find you.

For the past two months, he has been bothering you any chance he gets. At lunch, he’ll sit with you and talk the entire time.

During your alone time in the library, he converts that into “us” time by making himself comfortable next to you. You learned to drown out the sound of his voice, but before long, he would snatch the book from your hands.

When you’re walking to your apartment, he walks beside you as he attempts to show you his recording of the Miya Twins’ latest fight. He says that you should feel special since everyone else has to pay to see it.

In this present moment, you have never wanted to punch him more.

You found a new reading spot under a sakura tree. It was a quiet place. Wind whistling, birds singing and the sun shining down on your face. You found comfort in the warmth. In the silence. Away from Suna.

After a few days, he found you.

Now, he held your book over his head and taunted you for not being any taller than 5’10.

“Why do you even like this book so much?” He questioned, waving the book around as he yawned.

“Why do you yawn so much?” You retorted as you analyzed all the different ways you could get your book back. Maybe if you punched him hard enough, he'd drop it. You smiled at the thought as you took a new cigarette out of its container and lit it. Inhaling the tobacco, and exhaling the smoke, you felt a little more relaxed.

“I have sleep problems." He answered, speaking through his cough from the secondhand smoke. "Anyways, this book doesn’t even seem interesting.” He studied the cover. “What’s it even about?”

Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips together, your cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth as you debated whether or not you should tell him. “Why do you want to know? It’s not like you’re going to read it.”

“Just tell me, Y/N.” He handed the book back to you and took a seat on the blanket. Making himself comfortable, he glanced at the food you had prepared for yourself, then back to you, and back to the food again. He quickly took the container of berries and started to feed himself, popping multiple strawberries in his mouth.

Sitting next to him, you let out a small, breathy chuckle. He reminded you of a hungry child at that moment. Cheeks puffed out, and eyes sparkling as he savored the taste.

“Well, it’s about these really rich people who are arranged to marry each other. You see, they were childhood friends, but lost contact as they took different paths in life.”

He watched as your eyes lit up while you explained the story of Sincerely Not. With a smile, you rambled on about the book, using your hands to talk in between your drags. You only stopped yourself when you remembered who exactly you were talking to.

You were right, he wasn’t going to read it, but he did enjoy watching you talk instead of flipping him off and ignoring him.

The way a person spoke about the things they were passionate about was always a beautiful thing to see. The way their smiles got a little brighter and their days got a little bit better. It brought people together. Sharing something as personal as your passions always did.

He was going to have your heart in no time.

By the time October rolled around you had warmed up to him. Tremendously.

You weren’t really sure how you got into this situation. Maybe it was when you told him that he has small dick energy, but it’s not like you could think right now. Not with his dick rhythmically pushing in and out of you.

You were bent over on the sink, forced to watch as Suna fucked you from behind in the boys’ bathroom. Your eyes watched as your boobs bounced with every stroke of his hips, and you’d be damned if you weren’t aroused by this. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he fucked into you relentlessly.

Despite the pure annoyance he brought to your life, he sure knew how to fuck. Even if you wanted to deny it, the moans that rippled from your throat proved otherwise. The way he so easily found your G-spot and repeatedly hit it over and over, harder each time, had you shaking. It had you begging for more each time.

You couldn’t stay away and he knew it. He was addicting.

“G-od, I hate you. You-you know that?” You whimpered as pleasure spread throughout your body. You could feel his hot breath tickle the back of your neck. Every touch of his fingertips was burning and intoxicating all at the same time. You couldn't get enough.

“Good,” he growled as he slid a hand down to your wet cunt. “What do you think happens to us after we die?”

‘Seriously? Is that what he’s thinking about right now?’

“We-well, I read Percy Jackson,” you tried to speak, but between his pointer and middle finger rubbing circles against your clit, and his thick cock pumping in and out of you, you found it difficult.

“And?” He breathed out, placing a wet kiss below your ear. “That wasn’t an answer.”

Your head leaned back against his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, an overwhelming feeling washed over you. It was as if something within both of you mixed together, like two different paints blending to become one.

His flaming fingertips painted beautiful colors against your skin. He was warm, like a campfire on a warm summer night. The crackle of fire comforting you as you melted in his hands.

“We become stars.” Was your final answer before you both met your climax and your juices mixed like the two paints.

“God, you’re so tight, Y/N.”

And the moment was ruined. Way to go, Suna.

Peeling yourself away from him, you pulled your pants back up, and fixed yourself as best as you could so you could pretend that you didn’t just get fucked from behind by the fuckboy you hate with a passion.

“I still hate your guts, don’t forget that.” And with that, you walked out of the bathroom and out the doors of the dining hall.

Despite how much you despised the self-absorbed asshole, you wanted to keep up your routine of smoking a cigarette after a good fuck, and damn, was he a good fuck. Leaning against the old, hoary brick wall, you took out a cigarette and tried to light it. With the dewy air from the previous rain shower and shaky hands from the cold October breeze, you struggled to light it.

After finishing your book, you immediately started it over again. Something about this story and the captivating writing just couldn't keep you away. The author had a way with words. The way you hung on every word was addicting.

It was refreshing.

With your phone tossed to the side, you laid on your bedroom floor, nose buried in the used paperback book as usual. The book was well-loved with tattered and yellowing pages.

The buzzing of your phone put a momentary cease to your reading. Annoyed and forced back into the real world, you fished your phone from across the room and read your messages.

New message

Suna: costume party Friday 9:30 pm

With an exasperated huff, you responded with the simple word "No.”

Suna: Your coming

Suna: It'll be fun

You: No. I'm reading.

You never thought of parties as anything special. In fact, they just gave you a headache. With all the annoying loudmouth assholes and drunk party girls, you just didn't find any enjoyment in them. Besides, intoxicated men were even more of a hassle to shake off than sober men. You simply didn't have the energy.

Suna: Fine I'll just post that video of you sucking me off ;) Compensation for making me go alone

You: Fine. I'll come. Jesus.

Suna: Atta girl

So here you were, Halloween night stuck at a party with Suna fucking Rintarō. Except, he hadn't shown up yet. Sitting in the far corner, a light drink in your hand, you watched the door. Many familiar faces came and went, but none of them were Suna's. You even threw together a last-minute costume, wearing a bloody doctor uniform, fake knife and all.

Sighing deeply, you stood up, ready to leave. He forced you to come, and the asshole doesn't even show. Typical.

"Looking for me?" Those familiar flaming fingertips ghosted along your hips. Suna's voice hummed behind you. He was so close you could feel his breaths tickle the back of your neck.

Turning around to greet him, you were shocked to see his costume.

"What the hell are you wearing?" You snorted, almost spilling your drink. Suna's costume was a white sexy nurse uniform. The short dress rode up his muscular thighs and the low-cut collar showed off his chest. It was even complete with a small hat with a red cross on it.

Suna scoffed, snatching the hat off. "I lost a bet. Ignore it."

You laughed, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. You had the type of laugh to make everyone stop in their tracks and listen to the angelic sound. Like all good things, it ended far too quickly.

Suna smiled. "Yeah, you think this is funny? Well, we're matching costumes, so laugh it up, baby. We look like a real couple now."

Your laughter died down immediately. "That's not funny."

"Really?" He inquired, taking the drink from your hands. "I find it hilarious." He downed the rest of your drink, nose scrunching in disgust. "The hell is this? There's barely any alcohol in here."

You rolled your eyes, "I drove here. I'm not trying to get drunk."

"Boring," He deadpanned. "Stay here. I'll get you a real drink."

The mixed smells of drinks and smokes flooded your nose. The sound of the bumping music accompanied by the whoops and hollers of drunken college students was more than annoying. And here comes Suna, the biggest headache of them all with your drink.

"You didn't put anything in it, did you?"

He scoffed, offended. "You really think that lowly of me? I'm hurt."

You put your hands up in defense before taking the drink. "You can never be too careful." The drink had a sharp taste, not very good, but what did it matter? Alcohol was alcohol.

His lips quirked upward as he watched your sour face force the drink down. "Not your taste?"

"It's disgusting." You couldn't take him seriously in that costume. "Now, put your stupid little hat back on. You dragged me out here. We might as well have some fun."

"Give me a second. I have to do something first."

You rolled your eyes, a common occurrence when you were with him. "Don't get lost." You teased.

And with those words, he disappeared, leaving you alone once again.

Bored, not knowing what else to do with yourself, you started dancing. You felt the music flow through you like it was the blood in your veins. There was something about music that was always so captivating.

"Y/N!" A voice called. You didn't recognize him. You probably had a few classes with him here and there. He was waving you over, and as much as you hated being here, it was better than being bored out of your mind, so you made your way over to the group.

"Play spin the bottle with us." He smiled. The rest of the group cheered. With a shrug of your shoulders, you downed the rest of your drink and sat with them.

“Sure, why not?”

You weren’t exactly sure what had happened, it was like your mind left your body, and then you came back to Earth all wasted while making out with some dude on the couch. You can’t say you were enjoying it, not when you had experienced how Suna could make you feel, but it was good enough.

The guy was sloppy, clearly inexperienced, and boring. It was like he was a high school boy who thought he was all that when in actuality, he was a pile of shit. He was wearing a catboy costume, so you weren’t really sure what you had expected from him.

“-N, Y/N, Y/N!” A loud, familiar voice broke the trance you were in. You pulled yourself away from the wannabe and look towards where the voice came from. It was Suna.

“What are you doing?” As upset as he seemed, you struggled to take him seriously when he was dressed like that. The dress already had a hole by his hips, revealing his wrinkled boxers.

“What do you mean?” You attempted to take a stand but wobbled a bit from intoxication.

“You came here with me, but you’re making out with some other guy. Are you that desperate for attention?” You knew he was drunk, you knew he was an idiot, but his words still hurt. It was like after all the time you spent together, the late nights and interrupted quiet time, you had forgotten exactly who he was. He was Suna fucking Rinatarō, master asshole and fuckboy.

Letting out a scoff, you pushed past him, bumping your shoulder into his body, “go fuck yourself, Suna.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” He hollered out, chasing after you.

“You don’t get to just say shit like that. You’re acting like I cheated on you.” You patted down your body in search of your keys, desperate to get away from the boy with mood swings that could give you whiplash. You were so not dealing with this today. He invited you—no, blackmailed you—and has the audacity to act like this? Unbelievable.

“I mean, you kinda did cheat.” He spat back, his tone laced with harsh, poisonous venom.

Turning around sharply, you sent the 6’1 man-child a cold, spine-chilling glare. “I cheated on you? Okay, let’s turn that around. If that’s cheating, then so were all the girls you’ve slept with within the past month. Let’s get one thing fucking clear, Suna. It’s not cheating if I wasn’t with your ass.”

“You’re such a bitch.” Despite it being a pitiful excuse for a comeback, it still stung. It hurt only because it came from him.

“So are you. I know your little secrets, too. Your sister told me.” You bit back as you gestured to the phone in your hand.

“Oh really?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “what secrets do I have? Please tell, Y/N.”

“I know I’m nothing more than another heart for you to break. Akira told me everything, starting with your bet with Atsumu and ending with your little black book that holds the names of all the girls you broke. You’re really disgusting.” Your eyes started to tear up as you remembered that. That’s all you ever were and all you were ever going to be. Just another heart for him to heal.

“You’d be lucky to be a name in that book.” He rolled his eyes, and let out a scoff. Who were you to judge him for how he lived his life?

“Please, go fuck yourself.” And with that, you walked off in search of your car. You didn't care that you weren't in the right state to drive, all you knew was that you needed to get away from Suna.

For the past few weeks, you had been sticking to the routine of what your life had been like before you had ever met Suna Rinatarō. You slept, you went to your classes, you reread Sincerely Not, you ate, and then you slept again. Despite its simplicity, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat empty without that arrogant asshole. He filled the lonely moments in your life with laughter, pleasure, and annoyance. Guess what they say is true. You only know what you want when it’s gone.

Currently, you were curled up on your couch with your beloved copy of Sincerely Not in your hand. Even though you were reading the words, you struggled to comprehend them since your mind kept wandering elsewhere. Elsewhere to a certain fox-eyed boy.

Looking up from the pages, you watch the snow dance through the grey skies as they fell to the ground. It was the first snowfall of the year, and albeit quite early, you enjoyed the comfort it brought. You always preferred snowy weather. When the world falls silent, and the snow soaks up any sound the earth sings. The silent peace was heavy in your heart.

With the quiet comes the thoughts you had previously pushed aside. Thoughts of the future, thoughts of the past, and more recently, thoughts of Suna.

As if on cue, a knock on the door disturbed your quiet. Tucking the bookmark between the pages, you set it down beside you and walked over to the door. Peeking through the peephole, your heart started to quicken at the sight of Suna in front of your door with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a copy of Pride and Prejudice in the other.

Opening the door just enough for you to be seen, but for it to not be an invitation for him to come inside, you tried your best to conceal how you really felt. You had to keep up a strong front.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned him while examining his appearance. Snow fell on his eyelashes and his nose dusted an angry red. He seemed to have bags under his eyes, as well as dampened hair from the snow.

“Can we talk?” He responded, shifting side to side, teetering from one foot to the other.

“I guess.”

“Can I come inside?”

You were hesitant, not because he’s an asshole, but because when it comes to him, you just can’t control yourself.

You nodded your head, widening the door more so he could step inside. He swiftly slipped off his shoes and handed you the book. As soon as he stepped in, he noticed how the apartment had a faint stench of smoke, something that wasn’t there last time. He knew you detested smoking indoors, you didn’t want your apartment to smell like the poison you took daily. But the new scent made him wonder if this little break between the two of you had affected you as much as it affected him.

“Why did you get me a copy of Pride and Prejudice?” Analyzing the cover, you recognized it from Barnes and Noble. It was one of their leatherback editions that they sold for $25. Did he really spend $25 on a book?

“Well, I asked the help lady at that book store what kind of books girls like. I had to describe you a bit for her to get the picture, but she said she thinks you’d like this book, so I got it.” He set the bottle of vodka on your kitchen table and took a seat on your wooden chairs. He didn’t look at you. Keeping his eyes downcast and apologetic, he waited for you to accept the gift.

“Did she lead you to this book specifically?” Although the book was beautiful with its cerulean blue cover, gold detailing, and green pages, you found it most unnecessary, especially since you already owned the exact copy.

“Yeah, why?”

“They have another copy of this in the adult fiction section for seven bucks. Different cover, but cheaper price. I also already have this book.” You explained, holding back the small laugh that wanted to escape.

He stared at you for a minute, taking time to comprehend your words. “I think I got scammed.”

Taking in a deep breath, you looked him in the eyes and prepared for the conversation to come. “So why are you here?”

“To apologize?” He responded although it sounded more like a question.

“Well, I don’t hear an apology, Suna.” Taking the seat across from him, you noticed how his eyes watched your every move, almost like he was taking you in like a breath of fresh air, cherishing you as if you could disappear at any given moment.

“Rintarō.”

Your eyes shot up, making contact with his own yellowish-green ones. You noticed the eye bags that decorated his features. They were darker than they were a few weeks ago. “What?”

“Call me Rintarō.”

“Okay?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Yeah, I said some really shitty stuff, but I won’t apologize for the bet. First of all, I want the $100. Secondly, this is just what we do. All the guys in the frat are assholes, and you know this. You knew I was an asshole and you still let me fuck you weekly. I’m not sorry for that.” He explained as he shrugged, almost like he was shrugging off how that affected you.

“I mean, yeah, I get it, but that doesn’t mean I like it. I don’t want to be some guy’s bet. I have standards, and I won’t let myself get treated like this. I’m not a toy for you to just toss aside when you’re tired of playing with it. I’m a human being, Rintarō, okay?”

“I know that. That’s why I keep you around. You’re different from everyone else. You’re smart, you’re hot as fuck, and you don’t put up with my bullshit.” Slumping in the chair, he looked like a child who wasn’t getting their way. In a sense, he was.

“Then what do you want?” You get what he was trying to do, but like he said, you weren’t going to put up with his bullshit. “I’m not a mind reader, you know?”

“You.”

“What do you mean?”

Taking your hand in his, he rubbed circles on the back of your hand. “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine. No labels, just us. All I know is that I don’t want to stop what we have. I don’t know what it is, but I like it.”

“Why no labels?” You questioned. You didn’t quite understand that. To you, labels clarified what you were to each other, what your relationship meant.

“I don’t like that shit. It’s gross.” As he said that, a grimace at the mere thought of labels crawled onto his face.

“So it’s you, it’s me, and just us?” You questioned. Perhaps this was as clear of an answer as you were going to get.

“Just us.” He reassured.

And for the rest of the night, you and Rintarō found solace in each other’s embrace. His head rested on your breasts as his jaded eyes tried to keep themselves open.

Raising his head, his eyes met yours. They had a soft, child-like innocence to them. It reminded you of a child who was begging St. Mary for some blessings, praying that she would come through for him. “Don’t leave, okay?”

Running your fingers through his soft, disheveled hair, you replied, “As long as you don’t leave first.”

With each step you took, it left an imprint of your foot in the snow. An imprint of you, evidence that you were there. That you had left your mark on the world. Hand in hand, you and Rintarō walked back to your apartment from the bar where the two of you and a few of your friends drank to celebrate.

You could safely say that this was your best birthday yet. The big 21 ended up being the best out of 21. Growing up, you and your grandmother were never really able to do much for birthdays. Ever since your parents had passed away when you were nine, that sweet, elderly lady had been taking care of you. She worked hard to provide for you, and even though you didn’t have much, you still had a great childhood. Your grandma made sure that you would.

“So, what was your favorite part of today?” Rintarō looked down at you with a small smile, his eyes glistening with adoration.

You reflected that look in your own eyes. How could you not, though? With snowflakes melting in his dark hair, a faint blush from the cold, and his small smile to tie it all together.

“God, how could I choose?” You threw your head back, looking up at the starless sky, and let out a giggle. A giggle of pure joy and happiness.

Staring at you, Rintarō felt his heart speed up as heat spread throughout his body. He wondered if this is what it felt like to truly love someone. Though he never thought of that much since every time it came up in his mind, he pushed it aside. He’d make up excuses like how it was too soon, or how he could never love, and even the fear of becoming his father. He’d use every excuse in the book and push away the thought. But even so, his heart was starting to overpower his mind.

“I’d say my personal favorite was the indoor amusement park. Especially when I kept beating your ass in the arcade.” He thought back to when he continuously beat your ass in Fast and Furious five times consecutively. He enjoyed witnessing you whine like a child when you kept losing. It showed a great disparity between how you show yourself to the world and how he gets to see you.

“Oh, shut it.” You gently shoved him with your shoulder, “I think my favorite was when we had dinner with my friends. Nothing beats a good meal with the people you care about.”

“Boring.” He dragged out, playfully rolling his eyes. Catching view of your apartment up ahead, he sent a side glance towards you before taking off. “Last one there is the rotten egg.”

Laughing at his childish game, you cautiously ran towards the building, being careful to not slip on the wet sidewalk that glistened with snow.

It didn’t come as a surprise to you when his childish game ended with his head between your thighs, leaving dark marks on your inside thighs as he made his way up to your cunt. He took his time, making sure to leave every inch of you as equally loved as another part. Usually, you loved it; the slow, gradual build-up tying your stomach in a knot as the anticipation built.

But not tonight. Tonight was different.

Tonight, you need him to do it quick, hard, and rough.

Propping yourself up onto your elbows, you hesitantly spoke to him in a hushed tone, “Rin, I need you now. Please, just do something. Anything. I just… I just need it right now.”

“So impatient,” he tsked, “fine, if that’s what the birthday girl wants, that’s what the birthday girl gets.”

He adjusted himself to get more comfortable before he slid your legs over his shoulders and dove in. As his tongue lightly licked your folds, you felt a rush of sudden pleasure throughout your body. No matter how many times he had eaten you out, every time still made you feel like a virgin getting touched for the very first time. Your chest heaved as you tried to regulate your breathing, and your teeth clenched while you made futile attempts to hold back your whimpers.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, your fingers grasping your previously clean and pristine bedsheets. You knew very well that he could do this forever, that if he could die between your thighs, he would.

You weren’t sure if it was due to the overwhelming pleasure or something else, but all you knew was that you hadn’t noticed that his fingers had slid inside of you until you felt them curve inside of you. The additional stimulation forced ripples of moans to release from your throat, and if it weren’t for his other hand holding you down, your hips bucking would have thrown him off his rhythm.

The way he stuffed himself full of you reminded you of a starving dog, and the look in his eyes whenever your eyes would lock reminded you of a dangerous predator waiting to absolutely destroy his prey.

The faster he thrust his fingers in and out of you, the more difficult you found it was to keep your mind present. Your legs were shaking and kept trying to close in on him, and you felt your own pleasure reaching its peak.

“R-Rin, ‘m gonna cum.” Your voice came out raspy and strangled as your breathing picked up. With how quick your heart was beating paired with your breathing, you felt like you were running from a lion.

Satisfied moans left your mouth as you finally reached your peak. Your legs fell limp on each side of Rintarō, and you could barely keep your eyes open. Getting up from his spot, he crawled over towards you and you could see the juices dripping from his mouth. He placed a loving kiss on your lips and whispered in your ear,

“Happy birthday, birthday girl.”

By the time the New Year rolled around, you and Rintarō were absolutely smitten for each other. Of course, like every relationship, you had your issues. You were stubborn and self-righteous while he was selfish and manipulative. One minute, he was lashing out about the smallest thing, and the next, he was all over you. You drove each other absolutely crazy, but you loved each other for it.

There were a lot of pros in your relationship, too. You got him into more literature and art (albeit, it’s more so you reading to him and him trying not to fall asleep), and he brought you out of your shell. You attended more parties, you hung out with his frat brothers, and you even held a full conversation with Atsumu without rolling your eyes.

You simultaneously completed each other and changed each other for the better. The permanent lovesick feeling you got when he looked at you was something you’d never get used to. They say when you’re truly in love, the butterflies never go away.

Lighting a cigarette, you escaped into your inner world as you waited for your boyfriend to come back with your drinks. You were currently at Atsumu’s New Year's Eve party at his parents’ Tokyo house, and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want to leave. Sinking further into the couch, you closed your eyes and soaked up as much instant relief as you could. Eventually, the music was no longer as loud as it was, and it was just you versus the world.

You felt like you were floating underwater like you were disconnected from your own world but in the best way possible. The loud chatter and music were subdued, sounding like it was coming from above water, from outside the imaginary pool.

‘All my troubles on the burning pile all lit up and I start to smile. If I catch fire, then I’ll change my aim. Throw my troubles at the world again.’

You hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed until you felt Atsumu shaking you, making you realize you were half asleep the entire time.

“What?” You groaned, feeling irritable from the sudden awakening.

“Where’s Suna?” He questioned, “we’re suppos’d to be playin’ a game r’now. You can join if ya want.”

Glancing at the time on your phone, you noticed he had been gone for half an hour. “He said he was getting us drinks, but it’s been thirty minutes. I’ll find him for you.”

Getting up from your seat, it took you a minute to get readjusted. Realizing your cigarette went out while you were asleep, you took out another and lit it. Putting it between your teeth, you let it hang there as you grabbed your things and went to look for your missing lover.

You looked in the kitchen, and he wasn’t there. You looked in the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and the basement. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Spotting Kita Shinsuke, the president of Rintarō’s fraternity, by the sliding doors you decided to approach him. He was cold, brutal, and intelligent. You haven’t had many conversations with him, but none of them ever ended well.

“Hey, Kita. Have you seen Rin anywhere?” Holding onto your cigarette in one hand, you let out a yawn and leaned against the white doorframe.

He glanced at you and scoffed. ‘Can’t believe this is the girl he’s dating. She’s a mess.’ He never really liked you, and you didn’t like him either, so it was mutual.

“Why do you want to know? Did he escape from his leash?” His cold glare was as harsh as his words, but you wouldn’t let him see that they pricked your heart a bit.

“Wow, Kita. Is there a cactus where your heart is supposed to be?” You returned his glare as you attempted to keep your composure. Cussing out Kita isn’t your goal, finding Rintarō is.

“Yeah. What do you want?” If you didn’t despise this grinch, you’d actually laugh at his dry response.

“Have you seen Rintarō?” You restated your question, losing your patience for the dual-colored hair man.

A knowing smirk grew on his lips, “Yeah, he’s outside.”

“Was that so hard?” You remarked with a sarcastic smile.

“Yes. It was the worst. Now get out of my sight.” And for once, you obliged with his order.

Opening the sliding door, you left the building and walked the perimeter in search of him. It didn’t take very long to find him, he was sitting on the grass.

The only issue was that his lips were attached to a girl. A girl who wasn’t you.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Rintarō?” You hollered out as anger spread within you. You could feel the pure hatred boiling from your own personal pit of eternal damnation. “You really are a selfish piece of shit, Suna Rintarō.”

Storming off, you wrapped your arms around yourself to keep yourself warm. You heard him yelling for your name, begging for you to stop, but you were done listening to him and his pretty lies.

You walked a few blocks before entering the town center. The Christmas lights were still up, and they illuminated the empty night. Your eyes scanned the area, watching as people drunkenly stumbled across the streets. It was New Year’s Eve after all.

“Please, babe. Can you just listen to me?” He growled out as he followed you down the road. His patience was dwindling and he was going to do something regrettable soon if you didn’t just listen.

“I’m not going to let you break my heart, Rintarō. I refuse to be another girl in your sick little book of names.” You growled as you picked up your speed, desperately wanting to get away from him. How dare he treat you like this, how dare he treat your love like it was nothing.

“But I’m not going to, babe. I want you, and I mean it.” He hollered as he chased you down the sidewalk. He truly wanted to be with you. Every moment he spent without you felt like his own personal hell. He needed you more than he wanted to admit, and as much as he hated it, he was madly in love with you.

“Stop following me, Rintarō. I don’t wanna talk to you.” You angrily huffed as you tried to get as far away from him as you could.

“She came onto me, I pushed her off because you’re the only one I want. Babe, you gotta believe me. I would never cheat on you, I could never purposely hurt you because I lo-”

Promptly turning around, you stopped in the middle of the street, and you tossed your cigarette onto the ground, angrily crushing it with your boot, “Please don’t say you love me.” As your voice cracked, he noticed how hauntingly beautiful the sad smile that was spread across your face was, and how it paired nicely with the tears that ran down your cheeks, subtly reflecting a light. It almost distracted him from what was happening.

You hadn’t noticed why, there was something about the way that he screamed that caught your attention. Maybe it was the pure terror that laced his tone or the cracking of his voice. Either way, by the time that you noticed what he was screaming about, it was too late and you were already blinded by the truck’s headlights.

And there Rintarō stood by the stoplight with tears streaming down his face. He heard someone screaming, but he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. Not until he felt the rawness that tickled his throat did he realize that he was the one screaming. He rushed over to his lover’s body that fell limp in the middle of the street. The truck driver got out of his vehicle, falling to his knees as he realized what he had done. He had taken the life of another. Sure, it was an accident, but if there was one thing that connected Rintarō to the driver, it was the overwhelming guilt they had both felt.

Rintarō cradled your body as he prayed to whoever would listen to him to bring your soul back to your physical body, “Please, fucking please wake up, Y/N. Wake the fuck up. I know you’re mad, but this is a sick prank. You can’t fucking do this. You can’t leave me here. I’m begging you. Please, anyone, if you’re there, please bring her back. Fuck, this isn’t fucking fair. Come back, Y/N, I need you.”

He let out a hiccup as his sobs took over and shook his body. He let out another heart-clenching scream that anyone on the block could hear and immediately know what had happened. He had just lost the love of his life, someone who was embedded into his soul, and a part of himself he will never get back.

He didn’t even realize that 911 was called until he was being pried away from her body. It was like his perspective was switched into slow motion as he watched the paramedics bag your body and take you away. His world was completely flipped, and there was nothing he could do about it. If it weren’t for the policeman holding him back, he would’ve already boarded the ambulance and tried to spend every last minute with you. You weren’t dead yet, you could still be saved. He knew you could.

As the ambulance disappeared from his line of sight, all he could think was ‘what have we done to each other?’

He barely even noticed the paramedic walking up to him, not until he felt his shoulder being shook. Despite knowing the answer, the paramedic asked, “Sir, are you alright?” Rintarō couldn’t do anything but nod, his throat too raw to speak.

He felt like this was nothing but a movie. Like he was watching himself from outside his body. The way the blue and red lights lit up the night, and illuminated his face, allowing the watchers to see the tears that could not stop running as he stood in the middle of the street mindlessly, surrounded by police cars and ambulances. He wished that this was only a movie, he really did.

Clearing his throat, he tried to speak, “She’s going to be okay, right? They’re going to fix her, and then she can come home.” His voice was raspy, almost barely audible, like an old toy. He turned his gaze over to the paramedic, who looked at him with pitiful eyes. This only drove him over the cliff. “She’s coming home, right?” His voice cracked as he continued to try to speak, the pain that stabbed the inside of his throat like tiny needles punishing him for all the screaming he had done.

The paramedic let out a long sigh, preparing for his reaction. Of course, they had heard his screaming. He hadn’t stopped screaming until they bagged her. “I’m sorry, sir, but it seems that she died on impact. There’s nothing that can be done.”

The look on Rintarō’s face would’ve killed the paramedic if it could. The grimace that contorted his features accompanied by the burning rage in his eyes haunted the paramedic for the rest of the night. “You’re a filthy liar. I know Y/N, she wouldn’t leave me like this. No, she loves me. You’re lying. I want to be taken to her immediately.”

He had grabbed a hold of the uniform she was wearing, closing the spacing between them and getting all up in her face. She could smell the alcohol that tainted his breath, it was like an awful candle being shoved in her face. If it wasn’t for the officer who pulled him off of her, she would’ve decked him then and there.

“Sir, you need to calm down and come to the station with us. We need to get your statement, but seriously, calm down.” Rintarō stared down at the officer as if he was having an internal debate about whether he should listen or not when Y/N’s voice rang in his head.

‘They’re only doing their job, Rin.’

And as always, she was right.

He nodded his head and followed the officer to his vehicle. You had just left the world and the ghost of your words were already haunting his mind.

Rintarō looked up at the night sky. His lip trembled as he tried his best to hold back the sobs that have been harassing his throat all night long. He didn’t know how he was going to live without you. Everything he did was to get you, and then eventually, it was to keep you. He wanted you to play with his hair one last time. He wanted to hold you in his arms as the two of you danced around your kitchen one last time. He wanted to feel your lips on his one last time.

He remembered a time when Y/N had told him that when you’re truly in love, the butterflies never go away. You were right about that. Months after her death, and he’s still as in love with her as if she was right beside him.

Taking a seat on the park bench, Rintarō looked up at the night sky, and he swore it seemed brighter that night. He thought maybe it was because you were now a star watching over him. If you were right, then maybe one day, he’ll join you. One day, he’ll be right next to you again in a constellation you had started. And when the day that he joins you comes, he won’t be alone anymore. That’s something he’s sure of.

As he opened Sincerely Not and turned to the first page, he cleared his throat before he read to the stars, “Chapter one. Marriage is a sacred bond. With over seven billion people around the world, you were granted to have only one person to be your chosen life-long partner.” He let out a breathy, heartbroken chuckle after reading that line.

If only the two of you had forever.

[omgseiyuu]

this was originally supposed to be the intro chapter for a written series i was going to work on, but it ended up in the drafts.. so lmk if yall want me to turn it into a series.

on october 13, 2019, y/n went missing.

it was an anonymous tip, a female voice that had called in and informed the police that her friend had been missing.

police tried to investigate the case, but there were no school records, work records, no files except for a birth certificate, and most of all, no witnesses.

nobody seemed to know who this young lady was, or that she even existed.

due to lack of evidence, the case was buried, and a few days later, all files disappeared, completely wiping her out of being.

two years later, on the same day that y/n had supposedly gone missing, four men came forward, one at 6 am, one at 12 pm, another at 6 pm, and the last at 11:59 pm — just before midnight.

they each claimed to know a woman that had gone missing two years ago, and just now received a sudden urge to speak about her.

two days later, these four men were then brought in for questioning.

the transcripts of all four interviews were edited and put together, the most important information as one.

(keep in mind that all of these interviews were held seperately; as far as the detectives are aware, none of these men know of each other, or their connected relations to the missing female.)

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[interviewer]: before we begin, please be aware that this interview will be recorded. we ask that you speak the truth at all times, and be as detailed as possible.

[bokuto, shrugs]: there’s nothing to lie about.

[interviewer]: we’re relieved. can you begin by stating your name?

[bokuto]: gotcha! my name bokuto koutaro, though im sure you already know that.

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[oikawa, scoffs]: oikawa, oikawa tooru.. you should know who i am..

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[suna]: suna rintarou.

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[sakusa]: my name is sakusa kiyoomi.

[interviewer]: wonderful, thank you sakusa-san. now do you mind us asking what your relationship was with l/n?

[sakusa, uneasy]: we were.. friends.. with benefits.. kind of..

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[bokuto]: she was kind of a friend? she was there for me, gave me advice, but i had feelings for her.. i dont know, it was all kind of confusing.

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[suna]: we didnt exactly have a label.. we really hated each other, but she just understood me, more than anyone else ever did.

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[oikawa]: she was my — well, i had a girlfriend, and i was seeing y/n.. who wasn’t my girlfriend… you get what i’m trying to say?

[interviewer, eyebrows raised]: so you were cheating on your girlfriend, with y/n?

[oikawa, flustered]: its kinda — y/n had my heart before [redacted] did.. i was only dating [redacted] because my family would absolutely hate y/n. still, [redacted] never meant nearly as much to me as y/n did.

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[sakusa]: what kind of person was she? well, y/n was —

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[suna]: a spawn of the devil — that woman was crazy. she believed she could play God.. she was a fucking narcissist.

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[bokuto]: she was just like me — so happy, so undeserving of all the wrong committed against her. i wish i could’ve protected her against whatever she was fighting.

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[sakusa]: a puzzle — so confusing, and twisted.. and wrong. she was so wrong, but in a way.. i can’t, i can’t explain it.

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[oikawa]: she was so fucking bad, i swear i would’ve thrown my entire life away for her.. and her body? her body is like fucking—

[interviewer]: not at all necessary, please keep it to yourself.

[oikawa, shrugs]: tu pérdida, amiga.*

* [your lost, friend.]

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[interviewer]: and when was the last time you saw y/n?

[suna, dazed]: the last time?

[interviewer]: yes, the last time you’ve seen her or spoken to her.

[witness #3 goes silent, and doesn’t answer until three minutes pass.]

[suna]: last night.

-

[witness #4 goes silent, and doesn’t answer until three minutes pass.]

[sakusa]: last night.

-

[witness #1 goes silent, and doesn’t answer until three minutes pass.]

[bokuto]: last night.

-

[witness #2 goes silent, and doesn’t answer until three minutes pass.]

[oikawa]: last night.

-

the four witnesses were later dismissed, as police scramble through the information that was given to them.

all of the men seem to have very different opinions of y/n, much to the point where police were convinced that they were each thinking of different women.

the only thing that made it clear that their cases were indeed connected, was that oddly, all of the witnesses had employments in the volleyball industry; that, and the fact that this missing y/n had clearly made a significant impact on all of their lives, and seemed to still be pulling their strings from behind the scenes.

[omgseiyuu]

ah that s good,,

Yaaaay your requests are open! I was wondering if you could please write something about the boys stopping midway during sex and just blurting out “I love you” to their S/O? Idk which characters but I thought the idea was cute, so write it how you see fit with whoever you think would fit! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

HOW THEY SAY I LOVE YOU DURING SEX

characters: bokuto + kageyama + kenma + iwaizumi + (gn!reader)

warnings: nsfw

notes: pls the title is eh but i hope u like how i wrote this out! it's a lil different from what u asked and i wouldn't say that it's cute per say 😭

★ bokuto says it at the most random times in your every day life, but it's always guaranteed that he'll say it right after he makes you cum, "oh that it's baby, i love you so much, give me one more okay? can you do that for me?" he's just really in love with you and feels so blessed that he gets to please you.

★ kageyama says it suddenly after he finally bottoms out, his forehead pressed against yours as he looks at you, fondly, a vulnerability in his gaze. it just hits him every now and then how lucky he is to have you, to be able to see all of you and take care of you. and while you look up at him, your breath hitched, he's just overwhelmed, emotionally and physically.

★ kenma whispers it almost as a reflex to himself while he's fingering you, watching as you tighten up around him and buck your hips into his touch, chasing for more. he's mesmerized, his cheek smushed fondly against your thigh, his eyes never leaving your body. "love you baby, always take me so well..."

★ iwaizumi growls it against your ear as he's panting and pounding into you, ruthlessly chasing your release and his, "i fucking love you. so much." it's hot and passionate and it's honestly what helps you tip over the edge. the way you clench around him and moan the three words back to him send him over along with you.

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[omgseiyuu]

Idk n e more.... marry me kuroo you acsss!😗😍

Order- 1 peppermint tea, 2 chocolate chips, and 1 mocha for 4 people please. WAIT? LEGIT HAIKYU CAFE?

A/N: Sure! (I'll base your orders on their taste, aight?) And yes, I try my best to understand your orders. Haha.

I hope you feel better soon, by the way. Cheerio~

Kuroo Tetsuūro

(Peppermint Tea)

You know how peppermint tea could be spicy but not to that point that you'd tear up, right?

Kuroo would be like that. He'd have that mint taste.

As the first manager of their generation, you always have to check their attendance and keep on track with them. And he's running late.

"The Captain is still not here, Sensei." You told Nekomata. His head turns around as he searched for the raven-haired boy until Kenma spoke.

" Y/N, he said he'd arrange his locker first."

"Maybe he's done? I saw him going to our clubroom, Y/N-chan!" Lev said in a wide smile that made Kenma flinched.

"Got it. I'll check on him, Sensei," you said and gave him a bow before leaving.

You widely open the clubroom door and-

"Wai-Y/N!" He shrieked. You were puzzled.

"Practice is about to start," you said, unfazed by his appearance-him, without his shirt on.

His eyes went round when he saw you just looking at him without any blushy reaction.

"Kuroo-san? Aren't you gonna change? The neighboring school is waiting." You pointed out.

Almost scoffing when he saw you turn around. He immediately took big steps as you were about to open the door again, and he smoothly placed your back on the closed door.

"You know, I don't really pay much attention to my body but as a girl..." He paused. He would inch his face closer to you as he tries to make you blush.

"... weren't you suppose to be shocked or something? Act all mushy or what?" He said almost in a whisper.

Your warm palm sends shivers to his spine once it's been placed on his bare upper torso. He almost groaned.

"Yep! Nice body, Captain! You should be proud!" As you gave him a thumbs-up not minding the space between the two of you, you widely grin.

He broke out in a low but amused chuckle.

"Damn, why won't you just give in?" He backs up and scoops his jersey.

"You go first, chibi-chan. I'll be fast."

Sugawara Koushi

(Chocolate Chips)

We all know he's sweet.

He'd always greet you and sometimes wait for you in front of the gate since your house was in a different direction.

Suga would always kiss your forehead before parting the room because you were in a different class. Daichi and Asahi find it cute and angelic.

"Suga, aren't you gonna change?" Daichi asked upon seeing Suga, still in his school uniform.

"No. I excused myself from Coach and Sensei." He explains.

"Suga-san, good afternoon! Eh? Are you not playing?" Noya asked while approaching the gym.

"I'll pass for today. Okay, see you!" He waved off.

"Tell Kageyama to report to me tomorrow!" He said while still waving off.

"Will do!"

"I heard Y/N was sent to the clinic." Asahi said.

"Ah! That's why."

He treats you well and if you are sick, he will treat you extra well.

"I'll take you home for today." He said in a soft voice.

"Sorry that you have to do this," you weakly smiled at him.

"Well, I'm a capable boyfriend after all." He smiled back at you.

Oikawa Tòru

(Chocolate Chips)

This boy. He's got the taste of sweetness, alright.

Actions? Cuteness and dorkyness? He's got all that.

If you're busy, he'd send photos of him during practice and probably all of his teammates.

"Y/N, let's go on a date this weekend," he said just after you packed your things. The both of you alone in the classroom, since you have to do the daily journal.

"How about asking your girlfriend instead?" You answered as you put on your bag and started walking outside, Oikawa trailing beside you.

"Shut it, I'm literally at the point of tearing up you know?" He said and pouted.

After locking up you looked at him unbelievably-"You broke up with her? Damn, she's a real beauty and you just have to-" he cut you off.

"She's the one who broke up with me."

And you're just like-"Oh. I see." This made him scoff.

"Why you gotta be like that, Y/N~ Come on just one date!"

"Don't wanna. I'd be dead before I knew it." Saying this made him roll his eyes-"I promise to protect you from my fangirls," he trailed on.

"Ew, you cringe."

Anyways, he's handsome and got the attitude so just give it to him.

Kozume Kenma

(Mocha)

The taste of mocha (for me) has that hint of bitterness yet still good to drink and savor.

That's just how Kenma is.

When he's busy playing games, you think that sometimes he forgot that you're with him and you can't help but feel lonely.

And you just grab his attention by saying-"I'll get food from the conbini nearby."

But today is different.

He's playing something new, a game you haven't heard of. It has been going for a few hours now, you're already done with your homework and you're just waiting for him to finish so you could chat or eat or something else.

"Kozume, still not done?" You've been asking that for the last few minutes but his only answer is either shrug or none at all and you're already full of it.

With a grumpy look, you fetch your things up while murmuring-"If you won't give me attention then I'm done here."

You gave him a look before going out of his room. You stayed in front of the door for a few minutes while contemplating if you're going back or going home. After all, your boyfriend is sensitive. You sighed.

"Well, it's his fault this time," murmuring as you get down and approaches the door. As you reached for the knob, you heard a rushed footstep from your back as one hand grabs your wrist.

"What?" You annoyingly asked.

"You're going home?" He asked as he started at your things.

"So? You're playing right?"

"I'm done already."

He looked at the time on his phone then back at you-"I don't think it's safe outside at this time." You just stared at him.

"S-so... what I-I'm saying i-is..." He tightly grips your wrist but not enough to hurt you.

"S-stay over?" He looks embarrassed.

You flushed. It's his first saying things like this to you and you can't help but agree.

Why does he know how to soften you?

"Fine." With just one word, his eyes lit up, and raise his head.

"Okay." He smiled. His hand untightening, making its way to yours as he intertwines it.

[omgseiyuu]

i---

Torn Feather

A/N: You can listen to this music in the background while reading it.

Featuring: Hawks

"Why?" Hawks asked almost in a low whisper as the heavy rain ripples on his hair.

The eyes you admired looking at you with hate, anger, uncertainty, pain, and grief. Those were ones yours and you tainted it with such emotion.

"I told you from the very beginning, Hawks," you said almost in a huff.

He trembles at the situation-"Just why, Y/N?!"

The sight of you- blood crippling your forehead, injury covering the lower half of your body, and wounds that envelopes your upper half. The rain almost making the scene a pool of blood. The tears that he was suppressing earlier finally fell on their own.

"C-Come on. You... you're strong, right?" You let out a soft chuckle before wincing due to the contusion. The pain is evident in your voice.

Hawks tightens when your cold hands grab his as you weakly gave him the knife. His eyes looking for a plea, something or someone that might help you in your current situation.

"H-Hurry. You... don't w-want your a-gency to k-know th-that... you're protecting a...v-villain, right?" You pant as you continued.

"Fuck this." He whispered in a trembling voice.

"Your plan... w-would f-fail." Weakly as you say it. He grits and tightly closes his eyes, raising the knife just above your chest. You heard his sobs. Your vision wasn't clear due to the rain and blood covering half of your face yet you still saw his uncertainty. This won't do.

With weak arms, you struggle to lift it so you could hold his quivering hands. He suddenly opens his eyes. You gave him a small feeble smile-"Don't m-make that f-face. S-send me o- off with a smile would y-you?"

"Y/N-"

"Please?"

And he did it. With tears and a damp face, he tried his best to smile. Your quivering lips smiled back as the fast motion of pain sweeps your whole body. The blood trickling your clothes and Hawks'- his smile finally drops.

"Y/N... s-sorry... s-sorry." His tears don't stop at all no matter how he wipes them.

He vocally shouts your name. He doesn't care at all this time- the agency, his work, the villains, the heroes, none at all. And suddenly he pauses when he heard what your last words were.

" I...l-love you... Kei...go."

You, in his arms and hugging you as his wings protect your lifeless body.

[omgseiyuu]

Yoooo it comes with t sonnggg😙😙🎧

i need...an NSFW. hahaha! like, i just wanna read how yours would go? Okay. something like "Can I kiss you right now?" or what, your bet.

Omggg. thank you.

Uhmm hiii~ I don't know if you call this nsfw 😁 but—hope you still like this ☺️

A/n: just listen to this song if you want to

Osamu Miya: Don't tease me

You're boyfriend Osamu is so busy lately—as what expected to the owner of the famous onigiri shop, that he doesn't have enough time to be with you. Well you complain to him that you and him didn't have enough time to have fun or be with each other, so he decided to take a rest day for today.

*Osamu's rest day*

You go out today and have fun, the night comes. After taking a shower, you think that this is your chance to do that 'thing'. Osamu goes to take a shower. You did something while Osamu is taking a shower.

After a long wait, Osamu finished a bath. You heard the door clicking.

You waited that Osamu lie down on the bed and start what you're planning inside your head.

You sat on top of him and said " No touching and I'll continue what I'm gonna do to you" while grinding on top of him.

He is shocked and smirked " Ohh, feisty" looked at you and lick his lip.

"Let's see what you got" he said provoking you.

You inserted your hand inside his shirt and you started touching his chest down to his abdomen. You saw him clenching his fist—trying not to touch you. You smirked and you tease him that you're gonna kiss him on the lips but you actually kiss him on the neck—giving him a kiss mark. You kiss him from neck down to his chest while playing his hair.

" ngh y/n stop teasing me~" he said—trying hard not to touch you.

You sat again and grind. " Okay that's enough, let's sleep now, I'm tired" you said and lie down on bed.

Osamu is shocked to what you did, now that he's in his heat.

" Oh no baby, I'll never let you rest, after what you did to me" he said and goes on top of you.

He put both of your hands on top of your head while his other hand explore on your body. He kissed you full of love and a bit eagerness. He let go of your hands and takes of your clothes. You helped him takes off his clothes.

He kissed you on your neck also giving you a kiss mark but not only on your neck. He started touching your abdomen down to your thighs.

" Ngh~" you moaned and grabbed his hair cause' of the sensation your feeling by his kiss and touch.

You starting to tighten your grip on his hair when he started licking your body. He goes up and started kissing you and positioned himself.

( please continue this scene with your imagination)

You woke up and you attempt that you're gonna drink a water but your whole body aches–you feel sore down there. You saw Osamu coming out from the bathroom.

" Good morning baby, did you have a good sleep, oh wait did we sleep?" he said to you and laugh mischievously.

A/n: your body is full of kiss marks.

[omgseiyuu]

A confession.

I dont really know someone here in tumblr...like i just made this cause of the trending imagines and haikyu and bnha chats on my twitter and insta and dude!!!! i was jiggly upon reading the first one.

I forgot the haikyu! imagine i have read first but i can remember that after i pressed the hashtag buttons..i came upon tons of haikyu imagines.

like..... do u just feel me?

[omgseiyuu]

They Were Mine First | Bokuto Kotaro

Pairing: Bokuto X Reader (female)

Genre: Pure fluff, something short and cute! 

Author’s Note: It took me a couple minutes to choose the pairing tbh and Bokuto would so have a german shepard don’t even @ me 

Warnings! Pregnant reader!! Post time skip! 

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[omgseiyuu]

What our friendship for

You are the bestfriend/childhood bestfriend

Kageyama Tobio

Examination day is coming and you are studying alone at your room when suddenly barged in and walked towards you.

"Whoa, ever heard of knocking?" you said still looking at your textbooks.

"Ever heard of I don't care?" he said while sits beside you.

"Just kidding y/n can I ask a favor y/n *puppy eyed you*" he clasped his hands together and acting like pleading.

" Ha! You act nice if you have a favor, and my answer is No HAHAHAHAHA" you laugh evily and look at him

" I can give you my milk for one week, pleaaassshhh just help me pass my exam, I can't go to Tokyo if I can't pass the exam *teary-eyed*" he plead.

" Hmmm, I don't want your milk but in one condition I will help you on your study"

" What is your condition?" he asked you but looked nervous.

" You will buy me lunch for one week, you okay with that?" you said and smirked at him.

" Huh!? O-okay if that's what you want *sigh*" he said but looks sad.

" Pffft- HAHAHA its just a joke, of course I'm gonna help you, what our friendship for? But you buy our snack today I'm kinda hungry" you said while looking at him.

" Yes yes yes, thank you very much my bestfriend" he said and hugs you.

" That's enough, now let's begin *cracks your neck and stretch" he let's you go and sit down properly.

* That's how you spend a day before examination, and Kageyama passed his examination and goes to Tokyo with his teamates*

---END---

Kenma Kozume

You and Kenma are childhood bestfriend and live next to each others house. You know that he always play games and not sleeping until morning that's why he's always low of energy.

" Ken Ken you stay up all night playing your games right?" you said while walking-going to school.

" *flinch* Nope I didn't y/n *shaking his head*" he said pretending his fully awake.

" Oh? If that's what you said" you said but you didn't believe him.

You always checking him by the windows that facing each others bedroom. A dim light is what you see at midnight and you know that Kenma is still playing.

* At the cafeteria *

You and Kenma are eating and of course Kenma is not eating, he's playing his psp. One of his teammate snatch his psp and told him to eat and gets angry.

" Give me my psp back" he said while glaring at his teammate Kuroo.

" Kyanma stop playing and eat" Kuroo said and smiled at you. You answered by smiling also.

" I don't want to *stands up and getting ready to leave*" said Kenma.

" Ken Ken I'm gonna take your psp if you don't eat your food and also I'm not gonna talk to you again" you said while taking Kenma's psp from Kuroo-gives the psp to you.

He suddenly sits down and eats his food.

" I'm sorry y/n, please don't get mad at me" he said while eating his food.

" I'm not mad, just eat your food first and after that you can play again *smiles at him*" you said at him.

He also smiled and continued to eat his food.

* You and Kenma are going home *

" Hey Kenma I have a suggestion" you said while stopping at your track and face him.

" *sleepy* what suggestion, and what for?" he said in a low tone.

" I'm gonna help you at your game and after that you sleep" you said smiling.

" *suddenly awakened* Really? Okay then" he said with a sparkling eyes.

"  Hahaha of course, but after we finish our homeworks okay?" you said and starts walking.

" Yep" he said happily.

You and Kenma play and finish the level after how many tries. Good thing it's still not late and good to have a sleep.

" Okay Ken Ken, time to sleep, and don't try to sneak and play games again, I'm gonna watch you through the window, okay?"

" Aww it's still early y/n, can we play again?" he said using his cute voice.

" Nope, today's game is enough, I promise you, tomorrow I'm going to play with you, so sleep now okay?" you said in a sweet voice.

" Okay but promise me you'll gonna play with me tomorrow" he said in his sleepy voice.

" Yeah I promise, goodnight Ken Ken" you said while walking towards the door.

" Goodnight y/n" he said and sleeps.

* A day passed and just like you promise, you and Kenma played again and you put him in sleep so that his gonna have a good time of sleeping, and that continuous day after day*

---END---

Akaashi Keiji

You are having a fever and your parents are in another country to travel. You are all alone at home. You're late already, you forced yourself to go to your school because you remember you have a presentation with Akaashi that you and him gonna present it on class later.

*At the entrance of your classroom *

" Hey y/n you okay?" asked your girl seat mate.

" Yeah I'm okay, Where's Ashi by the way?" you asked her-trying to talk normal, because your voice is becoming hoarsely.

" Oh Uhm, he went outside for a little bit, and also he's also looking for you" she said while searching something in her bag.

" Why?" you asked.

" Oh maybe because you're late, why though? You're always early coming here, you sure you're okay? " she asked and looked at you examining you.

" Yeah I'm okay, sit down properly now, the professor is coming" you said when you saw the bald professor at the door-he's with Akaashi.

" Good morning everyone, start presenting your works" he said shortly.

You saw Akaashi looking at all the students-searching you. You waved and he saw you. He walked hurriedly and sit beside you.

" Y/n why are you late? Are you okay? Did something happen at your house? Why didn't you tell me? You know I'm your bestfriend right? You should tell me if you have a problem, I'm worried when I didn't see you here early" he worriedly asked you many questions while looking at you worried.

" *sigh* first, calm down Ashi, I'm okay, second sit properly because our professor is glaring at us, third were gonna be the next presenter" you said calmly but suddenly your head hurts a bit, so you grimaced a bit.

" Ouch" you accidentally blurted your pain and Akaashi heard it.

" Huh? Where does it hurt? You want to take you to the clinic? Y/n tell me the truth are you really okay?" he said and eyed you.

" And here we go again the oh so protective bestfriend of mine *sigh* look I'm okay, I just hit my elbow on my desk" you lied-your headache got worsen.

" Let's go now, it's our turn already" you said fighting your headache.

*After the class*

" Let's go home now y/n, you're sick, why did you lie to me?" he said worriedly.

" I can still manag-" You're knees suddenly gave up. Akaashi carries you and tells the teachers that you need to go home. The teacher let's you two go home.

* At your house*

" Auntie's not here so I'm gonna take care of you, just lay down first, I'm gonna cook porridge" he said while laying you down.

* An hour passed*

" Y/n I'm your bestfriend, why didn't you tell me you're sick, and you force yourself to go to school to present our work together,  *sigh* y/n why so stubborn" he said while feeding you porridge.

" I have the file so I need to go to school, if I didn't go our score Is gonna have a deduction, though I know that your gonna take care of me, thank you Ashiiii~" you said and smiled.

" Still, you need to take care of yourself y/n, what if im not here, who's gonna take care of you, but of course I'm not gonna leave my bestfriend alone *smiles at you* " he said still feeding you.

* Akaashi take cares of you until you feel better *

---END---

[omgseiyuu]

nooo. freakin no way. whadda he----

Last Smile

Miya Osamu

You like Osamu Miya since he helped you back in your middle school. You were being bullied that time and he stood up to you. But  it really hurts when one doesn’t know anything about one’s feeling.

“Tsumu.” His twin called out to him. His dark blue eyes stared on both your figure.

“What?” Atsumu sharply gazes at his brother.

“Practice is starting. Kita-senpai, would get angry if ‘er late,” he casually said.

“Yeah. Got it. “ You looked at Atsumu- sending him a signal to not let a word out of what you told him.

He reluctantly smiled at you and gave you a reassuring smile-”Got it already, scaredy squeak.” Oh those name-calling.

Atsumu waved at you as he told you to wait for him for an hour or so, since the both of you are going to visit the café nearby. Once Atsumu got out, Osamu looked at you curiously-”What’re ya talkin’ bout?” He asked.

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[omgseiyuu]

😦thought I got reincarnated or smh

You are watching your childhood bestfriend and Bokuto from heaven. You feel hurt because, when you died that when the time you discovered that Bokuto also loves you. You are disappointed of yourself for not telling your feelings towards him, while you are sulking, someone pat your shoulder, carrying a news. You cried after you heard about the news. You suddenly look at Bokuto and cried.

"Agaashi do you think y/n is happy now?" Bokuto suddenly asked Akaashi-while they are resting after practice.

"Bokuto-san it's been too long, move on Bokuto-san. If you love her, you need to let go. Move on and she will be in peace" Akaashi said while eyeing Bokuto.

"I don't want to forget her *sniff*" Bokuto wiping his nose.

"I didn't tell you to forget her, she will always be in your heart. Just move on and don't stuck on the past" Akaashi said-gently tapping the back of Bokuto.

"She will gonna be happy if you're happy too Bokuto-san, so don't be sad, and be happy like what she said" Akaashi said smiling at Bokuto.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi, he smiled and said "I'm happy now".

—————

It's now your death anniversary.

Bokuto and Akaashi decided to go to all the places you go with them and took a picture.

"AGAASHI HURRY UP!! LETS GO TO THE FESTIVAL NOW OR WILL GONNA MISS THE FIREWORKS, WE'RE GONNA FULFILL HER WISH TONIGHT RIGHT!?" Bokuto excitedly tugging Akaashi's shirt.

"Okay okay Bokuto-san, its still 11:30, the firework display is gonna start at 12:00, we still have time" Akaashi said while being dragged by Bokuto.

They arrived-while waiting for the firework display, they stroll and went to the food stalls.

11:50, they go to a hill that is beside where the festival occurs. The go to the hill where the firework display is clearly visible. Akaashi prepare the camera and positioned it. They took the photo with the fireworks.

Bokuto browse his phone that is full of photos with Akaashi. He is crying when looking at the photos because they decided to leave a space between them, imagining you're with them.

While Bokuto is sleeping, you appeared in his dream.

"Y/N!?" looking at you with his squinting eyes.

Bokuto tried to reach you but he can't move. You looked at him and smiled.

"I only have a minute so I'm gonna say this, let's meet in our another life where we can continue our love story and grow old loving each other. See you there My Owl. I'll be waiting for you". You said-slowly disappearing in his dream.

[omgseiyuu]

Bloomed Color: Oikawa Torū

A/N: Yaku’s fic is here. 

          Tsukishima is here. 

           Osamu’s here.

  Enjoy reading.

Y/FF- Your favorite flower

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Being called by Oikawa at the back of the gym seems like a dream for his fans. However, is it even possible that you are in front of him now?

“Yahoo, YN-chan!” He beamed a smile at you. Your eyebrows shot up.

“Yes, you called for me?” You asked and he chuckled. You refrain yourself not to smile at his sudden reaction.

“Do you need me for something, Oikawa-san?” You seriously asked him. Well, you are a student council member and you just excused your self for a bit because it’s a special request from Oikawa.

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