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[retromoments]

but you tolerate it,

featuring sakusa kiyoomi

warnings angst w/ happy ending, just general negative self talk, mention of cigarettes

tonight had been a disaster.

You and Kiyoomi had been dating for a year at this point after meeting after you were introduced as the new publicist for the Black Jackals. The two of you hit it off instantly after realizing that civilized company within the team was lacking and found solace in each other and quickly developed a romantic relationship soon after.

It was only after your one-year anniversary that you realized that you barely knew any of Kiyoomis's friends other than his teammates, this eventually lead you to tonight. After pestering your boyfriend about it for weeks, he finally caved and arranged a dinner for you to meet all of his old school friends. You were only 20 minutes into the dinner before you realized how great of a mistake you had made. 

Conversation topics that went completely over your head seemed to be in favor of the night. The worst part was that you had never seen Kiyoomi so happy in a social situation. It quickly led to a festering insecurity that was making itself comfortable in the low pit of your stomach. As the night progressed things just seemed to get worse and worse as your boyfriend slowly pulled away from you the whole night.

The jokes you made didn’t land. The wine you had picked out for the occasion had been ridiculed ruthlessly by these strangers that had played such an important role in your boyfriend's life. The white knit sweater and brown corduroy pants you had picked out were quickly making you feel more and more underdressed as Kiyoomi introduced you to more and more of his friends, all of which were dressed as if they were attending a 5-star restaurant. 

What started as him just shaking off your hand when you attempted to grab it at the dinner table had now matured into him sitting on the complete opposite side of the room as you. The final straw was when one of Kiyoomis friends, a girl named Mika, noticed the bright piece of art hung above the tv in the living room. It was one of the first things you and Kiyoomi had picked out for the apartment.

“Kiyoomi don’t tell me that you picked that atrocious thing out?” Mika remarked as she pointed a manicured nail at the painting full of bright blues and pinks

“No, no that one was all her,” Kiyoomi muttered as he took a sip from his glass of wine 

“I can tell.” Mika giggled, and to your dismay, Kiyoomi began chuckling right alone with her.

 After muttering a quick excuse about needing some fresh air (you aren’t quite sure anyone even heard it), you grabbed the carton of cigarettes you kept “only for emergencies” and bolted for the balcony of you and Kiyoomis's shared apartment which is where you’ve been camped out for the last half hour blowing smoke out into the dark abyss that surrounded your home as you waited for the tears to stop streaming down your face.

This whole night had just caused you to reflect on your relationship with Kiyoomi and just wonder if he was truly happy. Did he feel as if you were simply too immature for him? Was he unhappy being with someone who didn’t come from as much money as he did? Are you good enough for him? These questions lingered in your head and plagued your thoughts the longer you sat in the silence of the night. Your worsening thoughts were interrupted by the balcony door sliding open.

“Mind if I join you?” You quickly used the sleeve of your sweater to brush away your stray tears as Kiyoomi made his way onto the balcony.

A smile was lingering on his face, an expression that you had only been privileged enough to see a few times throughout your relationship. You took a long drag from your cigarette as he made himself comfy on the spot right next to you. 

“why’d you leave?” 

“didn’t seem like anyone wanted me there.” you shrugged at your boyfriend as you stood and blew more smoke off the balcony.

“i want you there.” with this you turned and looked at your boyfriend

“do you actually? cause you have a hell of a way showing it,” you stubbed out your cigarette on the wood of the balcony railing “you’ve barely talked to me all night, and all you guys talk about is stuff I don’t know the first thing about,” more tears began to fall as you continued “all tonight has made me think is that I’m obviously not good enough for you, and every single person in that apartment knows it including you.”

“I’ve never once believed that for a second, my love,” Kiyoomi was standing now and wiping the tears from your face “I never wanted you to feel like that, and I’m sorry I’ve upset you so much”

“I don’t know how to relate to people like them, I feel so silly when I try,” you confessed 

“Want me to kick them all out so we can have a movie night?” The offer was tempting but you shook your head at it

“These are your friends Kiyo, It’s not your fault I don’t know how to be civilized.” the humor in your voice was dry

“They were my friends,” he agrees “but honestly I haven’t talked to them in months, and if it weren’t for you wanting to meet them so badly I probably would go several more before I even reached out,” He takes a moment to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ears “Simply put they aren’t apart of my life anymore, and I hardly think that’s a bad thing.”

“But they make you so happy Kiyo, I’ve never seen you so engaged in conversations.”

“Remembering High School memories will make anyone happy, but trust me the conversation gets boring after you run out of memories to romanticize, which is why I had to come searching for my favorite girl to come save me from them.” A smile graced Kiyoomis face once again, not the one that he had been wearing all night, or the one that reporters love getting photos of after he wins a game. A smile reserved just for you, for the nights where you two shove all the furniture into a corner so you can dance around the living room, for the lunch date that had ended in him asking you to live with him, for the day down the road where he gets down on one knee and asks you to marry him.

So you brave the storm. You take Kiyoomis's hand and let him guide you back into the apartment. You get through the night with Kiyoomis's arm around your shoulder, reminding you that even if he may have more history with the people surrounding him, you are the one he wants to spend his future with. With the night coming to a close and the last guest out the front door, an invisible weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You and Kiyoomi finish the dishes quickly and plop down on the sofa.

“Do you seriously not like the painting?” You murmur, exhaustion weighing on you heavily

“I think it’s a crime against humanity but you lit up so much when you first saw it,” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head “It’s my favorite thing in this entire apartment.”

[retromoments]

someone help me find this fic. i know it was sakuatsu and the plot was that sakusa and atsumu kept hooking up throughout the years but weren’t ever serious and kiyoomi was just very reluctant to let things get serious but eventually he did and it all worked out. there was also a subplot where osamu and suna were dating and suna cheated on osamu and atsumu left kiyoomi in the middle of a date to go to osamu. but i remember the last scene very vividly was osamu not believing that atsumu and kiyoomi were dating so kiyoomi facetimed osamu. someone please help if you know what fic this is

[retromoments]

but you tolerate it,

featuring sakusa kiyoomi

warnings angst w/ happy ending, just general negative self talk, mention of cigarettes

tonight had been a disaster.

You and Kiyoomi had been dating for a year at this point after meeting after you were introduced as the new publicist for the Black Jackals. The two of you hit it off instantly after realizing that civilized company within the team was lacking and found solace in each other and quickly developed a romantic relationship soon after.

It was only after your one-year anniversary that you realized that you barely knew any of Kiyoomis's friends other than his teammates, this eventually lead you to tonight. After pestering your boyfriend about it for weeks, he finally caved and arranged a dinner for you to meet all of his old school friends. You were only 20 minutes into the dinner before you realized how great of a mistake you had made. 

Conversation topics that went completely over your head seemed to be in favor of the night. The worst part was that you had never seen Kiyoomi so happy in a social situation. It quickly led to a festering insecurity that was making itself comfortable in the low pit of your stomach. As the night progressed things just seemed to get worse and worse as your boyfriend slowly pulled away from you the whole night.

The jokes you made didn’t land. The wine you had picked out for the occasion had been ridiculed ruthlessly by these strangers that had played such an important role in your boyfriend's life. The white knit sweater and brown corduroy pants you had picked out were quickly making you feel more and more underdressed as Kiyoomi introduced you to more and more of his friends, all of which were dressed as if they were attending a 5-star restaurant. 

What started as him just shaking off your hand when you attempted to grab it at the dinner table had now matured into him sitting on the complete opposite side of the room as you. The final straw was when one of Kiyoomis friends, a girl named Mika, noticed the bright piece of art hung above the tv in the living room. It was one of the first things you and Kiyoomi had picked out for the apartment.

“Kiyoomi don’t tell me that you picked that atrocious thing out?” Mika remarked as she pointed a manicured nail at the painting full of bright blues and pinks

“No, no that one was all her,” Kiyoomi muttered as he took a sip from his glass of wine 

“I can tell.” Mika giggled, and to your dismay, Kiyoomi began chuckling right alone with her.

 After muttering a quick excuse about needing some fresh air (you aren’t quite sure anyone even heard it), you grabbed the carton of cigarettes you kept “only for emergencies” and bolted for the balcony of you and Kiyoomis's shared apartment which is where you’ve been camped out for the last half hour blowing smoke out into the dark abyss that surrounded your home as you waited for the tears to stop streaming down your face.

This whole night had just caused you to reflect on your relationship with Kiyoomi and just wonder if he was truly happy. Did he feel as if you were simply too immature for him? Was he unhappy being with someone who didn’t come from as much money as he did? Are you good enough for him? These questions lingered in your head and plagued your thoughts the longer you sat in the silence of the night. Your worsening thoughts were interrupted by the balcony door sliding open.

“Mind if I join you?” You quickly used the sleeve of your sweater to brush away your stray tears as Kiyoomi made his way onto the balcony.

A smile was lingering on his face, an expression that you had only been privileged enough to see a few times throughout your relationship. You took a long drag from your cigarette as he made himself comfy on the spot right next to you. 

“why’d you leave?” 

“didn’t seem like anyone wanted me there.” you shrugged at your boyfriend as you stood and blew more smoke off the balcony.

“i want you there.” with this you turned and looked at your boyfriend

“do you actually? cause you have a hell of a way showing it,” you stubbed out your cigarette on the wood of the balcony railing “you’ve barely talked to me all night, and all you guys talk about is stuff I don’t know the first thing about,” more tears began to fall as you continued “all tonight has made me think is that I’m obviously not good enough for you, and every single person in that apartment knows it including you.”

“I’ve never once believed that for a second, my love,” Kiyoomi was standing now and wiping the tears from your face “I never wanted you to feel like that, and I’m sorry I’ve upset you so much”

“I don’t know how to relate to people like them, I feel so silly when I try,” you confessed 

“Want me to kick them all out so we can have a movie night?” The offer was tempting but you shook your head at it

“These are your friends Kiyo, It’s not your fault I don’t know how to be civilized.” the humor in your voice was dry

“They were my friends,” he agrees “but honestly I haven’t talked to them in months, and if it weren’t for you wanting to meet them so badly I probably would go several more before I even reached out,” He takes a moment to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ears “Simply put they aren’t apart of my life anymore, and I hardly think that’s a bad thing.”

“But they make you so happy Kiyo, I’ve never seen you so engaged in conversations.”

“Remembering High School memories will make anyone happy, but trust me the conversation gets boring after you run out of memories to romanticize, which is why I had to come searching for my favorite girl to come save me from them.” A smile graced Kiyoomis face once again, not the one that he had been wearing all night, or the one that reporters love getting photos of after he wins a game. A smile reserved just for you, for the nights where you two shove all the furniture into a corner so you can dance around the living room, for the lunch date that had ended in him asking you to live with him, for the day down the road where he gets down on one knee and asks you to marry him.

So you brave the storm. You take Kiyoomis's hand and let him guide you back into the apartment. You get through the night with Kiyoomis's arm around your shoulder, reminding you that even if he may have more history with the people surrounding him, you are the one he wants to spend his future with. With the night coming to a close and the last guest out the front door, an invisible weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You and Kiyoomi finish the dishes quickly and plop down on the sofa.

“Do you seriously not like the painting?” You murmur, exhaustion weighing on you heavily

“I think it’s a crime against humanity but you lit up so much when you first saw it,” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head “It’s my favorite thing in this entire apartment.”

[retromoments]

guys should i make a part 2 to my oikawa fic?? also thank you so much for all the love on it holy shit

[retromoments]

you make me feel like a fool, waiting for you

featuring - tooru oikawa warnings - mentions of sex, angst with no happy ending sorry guys i was listening to sad music :(

“Why can’t you stay for me?”

This wasn’t the first time that Oikawa and you had had this fight and the both of you knew for a fact that it would never be the last time. It was a wicked routine that the two of you had learned how to follow to a tee. 

It would begin with Oikawa coming home and the greatness that came with it. The sex, the loving, the affection, the domestics of it all, and each time it would end with the bitter truth that anytime Oikawa came home to Japan he would always have one foot out the door until he returned to Argentina, and with that came the screaming, the fighting, the doubt, the cold shoulder.

“You know that isn’t an option my love.” The tiredness in Oikawa’s voice was evident. The two had been going back and forth about his upcoming flight for the past week.

“But why can’t it be?” Your voice shook from holding back tears “ We both know that you’re an amazing volleyball player, I’m sure if you announced you were home then you’d have a never-ending stream of offers.” by now tears were openly falling from your face and Oikawa wanted to do nothing more then to wipe them away and assure you everything would be ok.

“Japan has too many bad memories, I can’t be happy somewhere where I’m constantly wondering when Kageyama or Ushijima are gonna surpass me. How can you expect me to be happy somewhere where I feel like I’m never good enough?” The desperation in Oikawa’s voice was evident by now and if this had been the first time that you two had had this argument it would’ve been enough for you to drop it.

“Don’t you dare say that Tooru.” You bit back “Don’t you ever say that you feel as though you aren’t enough. You know that you have always been enough for me, Iwazumi, Mattsun, and Makki.” With these words, Oikawa flopped himself onto the couch. “Aren’t we the people who matter?” You sounded broken, like a child asking when their father would return home.

“My love, of course, you are.” Oikawa pulled himself up from his spot in favor of cupping your face “But I can’t just stay for you and our friends.”

“Then I’m done.” Those words caused Oikawa to drop his hands and take a step back from you as if you had just admitted to some atrocious crime.

“What do you mean you’re done?” It was now your lover’s turn to sound broken. 

“I can’t be the girl waiting by the door for you to return anymore, If you can’t stay for me then I can’t wait for you.” You wiped away the tears on your face with your hoodie sleeve, ironically acknowledging that said hoodie belongs to Oikawa. “I’m tired of the long-distance Tooru, the only thing getting me through it was thinking that there was gonna be an end to it all but If you’re saying that there isn’t then I can’t do this anymore.”

With those words, you grabbed your jacket and wallet and headed out the door before your now ex-boyfriend could try to convince you to stay. Knowing him if you waited for a second longer then he would’ve had just the right words to persuade you to stay, to keep living a lonely life while swearing you had another half.

By the time Oikawa had processed all of what just happened, he was left alone in your shared apartment, looking around and realizing just how empty it all felt when he began to think of your once shared possessions as just his. Somehow you had turned a once overly confident man who had never thought twice about his decision to leave Japan into an insecure shell of a man who was debating never returning to the country he had found solace in.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

[retromoments]

you make me feel like a fool, waiting for you

featuring tooru oikawa warnings mentions of sex, angst with no happy ending sorry guys i was listening to sad music :(

“Why can’t you stay for me?”

This wasn’t the first time that Oikawa and you had had this fight and the both of you knew for a fact that it would never be the last time. It was a wicked routine that the two of you had learned how to follow to a tee. 

It would begin with Oikawa coming home and the greatness that came with it. The sex, the loving, the affection, the domestics of it all, and each time it would end with the bitter truth that anytime Oikawa came home to Japan he would always have one foot out the door until he returned to Argentina, and with that came the screaming, the fighting, the doubt, the cold shoulder.

“You know that isn’t an option my love.” The tiredness in Oikawa’s voice was evident. The two had been going back and forth about his upcoming flight for the past week.

“But why can’t it be?” Your voice shook from holding back tears “ We both know that you’re an amazing volleyball player, I’m sure if you announced you were home then you’d have a never-ending stream of offers.” by now tears were openly falling from your face and Oikawa wanted to do nothing more then to wipe them away and assure you everything would be ok.

“Japan has too many bad memories, I can’t be happy somewhere where I’m constantly wondering when Kageyama or Ushijima are gonna surpass me. How can you expect me to be happy somewhere where I feel like I’m never good enough?” The desperation in Oikawa’s voice was evident by now and if this had been the first time that you two had had this argument it would’ve been enough for you to drop it.

“Don’t you dare say that Tooru.” You bit back “Don’t you ever say that you feel as though you aren’t enough. You know that you have always been enough for me, Iwazumi, Mattsun, and Makki.” With these words, Oikawa flopped himself onto the couch. “Aren’t we the people who matter?” You sounded broken, like a child asking when their father would return home.

“My love, of course, you are.” Oikawa pulled himself up from his spot in favor of cupping your face “But I can’t just stay for you and our friends.”

“Then I’m done.” Those words caused Oikawa to drop his hands and take a step back from you as if you had just admitted to some atrocious crime.

“What do you mean you’re done?” It was now your lover’s turn to sound broken. 

“I can’t be the girl waiting by the door for you to return anymore, If you can’t stay for me then I can’t wait for you.” You wiped away the tears on your face with your hoodie sleeve, ironically acknowledging that said hoodie belongs to Oikawa. “I’m tired of the long-distance Tooru, the only thing getting me through it was thinking that there was gonna be an end to it all but If you’re saying that there isn’t then I can’t do this anymore.”

With those words, you grabbed your jacket and wallet and headed out the door before your now ex-boyfriend could try to convince you to stay. Knowing him if you waited for a second longer then he would’ve had just the right words to persuade you to stay, to keep living a lonely life while swearing you had another half.

By the time Oikawa had processed all of what just happened, he was left alone in your shared apartment, looking around and realizing just how empty it all felt when he began to think of your once shared possessions as just his. Somehow you had turned a once overly confident man who had never thought twice about his decision to leave Japan into an insecure shell of a man who was debating never returning to the country he had found solace in.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

[retromoments]

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