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「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ ACT XI : AFTERGLOW

PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader.

GENRE : Angst.

TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.

SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS NOTE PLEASEEE PLEASE PLEASE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING PLEASE : This is NOT the last act yet!!!! There's still ACT XII then the epilogue. Calm down u guys. Sorry this took me like 10 billion years to finish but in return I gave this act my all. Dont give me the "___ is OOC" BS please. I believe hes someone who wouldn't say some of the things I put in this act but definitely would want to if hes given another medium. Overall, I think hes a very emotional person with ppl he loves. I am really proud of this act u guys. Hope u enjoy it hehhe

SONGS TO LISTEN TO : Cry by Cigarettes After Sex, All I Ask by Adele, Off My Face by Justin Bieber, Afterglow by Taylor Swift

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There wasn't much to say as you sit in the passenger seat of your best friend's car as he drives you home from the trip that cost both of your hearts.

You fell in love with your best friend, went on a fake date to make him jealous, fell in love with that fake boyfriend, and got your heart broken.

Spectacular.

Just simply the best trip anyone could ever ask for.

Sakusa glances at you every five seconds and you feel bad that he even does. If anything, what he and Yura had was far more genuine than what yours and Rin's could ever be and yet, he's still the one looking after you like he wasn't six feet below the ground from the crushing revelations his girlfriend had for him when she said she has always liked Rintarō.

If someone so beautiful, amazing, and perfect like Sakusa could get their hearts broken—betrayed and left in the air by the person they treasured, you imagine that leaves someone like you with a heart in the gutter. And it's unfair. While no one ever said the lane to falling in love was easy and you were once a determined witness when you fell the first time, it didn't prepare you for the second time around. It didn't even serve to ease the pain—that maybe this heartache was just like the last one and the next one would be better. Rather, this was a painful reminder you couldn't be allowed to be happy. Not then, not now. It was an unfair realization.

More so, you weren’t a Sakusa Kiyoomi. You didn’t have men lined up in the doors to the locker room because everybody wanted a glimpse of the top Olympic athlete, even if it was in your sweaty, sticky form. You didn’t have that money. You were always a step too far from the kind of life Sakusa lived. No bachelor would ask for you because the only ones lining up your doorstep were those who smell of nicotine and party drugs. The ones who are too drunk to remember your face as much as you're drunk to even remember what you'd allowed to happen the night before.

You think this must be the one and only time Sakusa would ever get his heart broken. He's far too perfect. Too many options he could choose from. You? You were lucky to snag his attention as a best friend and get a little of Rintarō even if it was just for the shortest time meant to get the attention of another.

"Are you alright?" He rubs the pads of his thumb against your knuckles, soft and gentle voice you barely hear from Omi whispering against the confinement of his car.

He knows this question is futile. Nothing but words to fill the silence neither of you knows how to fix. He says it over and over for the sake of making both of you believe it was alright—that your heads didn't repeat it to you over and over about the fact that both of your lovers are left in the cabin doing God knows what.

"Yes, Omi. All great," you tell him monotonously and almost feel bad. He didn't deserve to be on the bitter end of your heartbreak but you also knew if anyone would understand your shift in mood, it would be him.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Everything fine?

Sure, YN.

It's nothing but a cycle. A repeated throw of words that mean and weigh nothing to either of you. It's nothing but a bandaid to the wounds that wouldn't stop seeping through the thin gauze yet both of you are foolish enough to believe that it takes your mind off the pain—even if just for a minute, a second.

It was almost pathetic—your state, at least. Everything Omi is going through, you can understand clearly. There wasn't anything comical or even pitiful about his state. What he feels isn't pathetic. That was the love of his life. The only one he ever imagined, probably. You don't remember anyone who came before Yura and when they got together, the click and chemistry were instantaneous. It wasn’t easy to swerve away from conversations, of both friends and family, about how they'd probably end up together—married and with a small family. Two children of Japan's biggest tycoons, the heirs they'd make just as beautiful as them. It was difficult to even force yourself to believe they weren't made for each other then no matter how much it gnawed at your heart.

The turn of things right now for him is anything but similar to your comically pathetic and pitiful state.

Yours is a different story. You could laugh at yourself if you were nothing but a mere bystander watching everything unfold. You hurt and you blame yourself for it because that's the reality, isn't it? A girl who couldn't get a snag of her best friend's affections gets in a fake relationship with his nemesis to steal off his girl and get her best friend to herself gets what she wants but only when she already couldn't give a damn about having her best friend because she's already fallen for her fake boyfriend.

What did they say about getting a taste of your own medicine again?

Yura turned the tables on you. She played her cards so effortlessly and easily until you didn’t realize she was the one breaking all of you up. You didn’t think it was possible, not for a second, that she would do something so out of character—at least from how you knew her. But then, the whole plan about breaking Omi and Yura up wasn't your character either. Not to mention, you never really knew who Yura really was. She was just.. that girl to you. Beautiful, smart, rich, everybody's dream girl, prom queen, homecoming sweetheart—everything you could think of. The fact that Omi liked her was another testament that she might be a good person.

The scene just a few hours before you strapped yourself inside Sakusa's car is still very clear. Very vibrant. Very telling of the truths you wanted to tune out so bad. It was all the things you feared.

What more, she isn't the person you thought she was at all. And still, you didn't feel like you could blame her for it. She's very harsh with her truths. Incredible straightforwardness and confident jabs at your already breaking heart as she wraps a finger around your wrist to turn you around on the way to the front. Being with Yura had always put an undeniable stain on your pride. She always felt like someone out of reach—and maybe she really was. She had everyone you've ever wanted after all.

Sitting in the backyard for a moment to calm down seemed like a good idea when you stormed outside the room you shared with your fake ex-boyfriend. However, it was easy to realize that it wasn't. Not when a thin frame is walking gracefully towards you so noticeably. You knew she was there for you the moment you caught sight of her hair—to apologize or say something else, you weren’t sure. But you did know then that you didn’t want to have the conversation she'd asked you to have. You're too out of it, too shaky and too miserable for anything that has to do with her and Suna.

However, it was something inevitable.

You couldn’t escape her. Not with the way she said the first few words to attempt a conversation—no, a confrontation.

"I'm not sorry," her soft voice reached you, firm but gentle the way you've always remembered it to be.

The way she said it immediately pulls the break on your feet, swallowing thickly as you feel her grip on your wrist loosen. She knows you wouldn't run away. Not with what she just said. Not when you both know this is the only time this conversation is gonna happen and that if you don't push through it now, you'll never settle the tension that hangs in the air around you.

"It's what Suna would have wanted. We both know that," there was a tone in her voice you couldn't pinpoint. Pity?

"Excuse me?" you spin around, eyes meeting her hazel ones as she stares back at you hardly. There's a gleam in her eyes. You weren't sure when it stopped looking innocent for you but now all you can see is the hostility behind them.

"I'm sorry I hurt Kiyoomi, YN. I promise. I loved him, we had a great relationship," her eyes flash with remembrance. "But I'm not sorry I chose Rin or that I kissed him. I loved him more, I've always known that but I thought I was over him until you two were together."

You look back at her with indifference, inwardly wincing at what she's saying. Where she found the courage to talk about this with you, you're not sure. Why would someone run after someone's ex-girlfriend to tell her something like this? Sure, you and him were a fraud. But everyone believed it was real. Hell, you believed it was real for a good while. It was a genuine relationship to everyone who looked, everyone who watched. You liked to believe you put on an amazing act as someone with real beating feelings and if there was one thing you didn't need right now, it's to hear her say these things—or even talk about Rintarō.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you’re his ex and other than Kiyoomi you’re the only one stuck in between this whole mess we made. YN, I hope you know—"

"No, Yura. Why are you talking like that?" The infuriating itch catches up to you, running your fingers on your hair to push it back. This whole mess they made? She's speaking like this was always meant to happen and you and Omi were nothing but chess pieces mistakenly pushed to the side once everything is set for her win. However, you knew there's no way Suna was involved in how it all turned out because the whole purpose of both of you getting together was to snatch her back. So why was Yura acting like she expected this?

"Like what?" she asks almost innocently. The look on her face makes your fingers twitch. This was the woman who hurt your best friend, kissed, and took your boyfriend from you. You could only spend another second in her presence without snapping.

"Like I needed to hear this from you," you frowned back at her, brows drawing together. "What happens with his and my relationship are ours. Don't get in between it. You don't have to explain anything to me, Yura." you tell her slowly, internally wishing the conversation ends right there.

You notice the way she slightly steps back in mild shock as a response before regaining her composure and releasing a breathy laugh—almost as if in disbelief.

In return, you couldn't help but stand perplexed. When has Yura started being like this? She was always the last person you would've expected this from—at least from what you knew of her. It's a revelation seeing her even speak in this tone—albeit it's still a lot softer and kinder than you'd probably hear from anyone else in a confrontation.

Still, was it really that far-fetched? Or were you just blinded by whatever image Yura had painted in your head? It shouldn't be a shock at this point. She kissed Suna behind both your and Sakusa's backs. If you thought about it months ago, you never would've even guessed it was a possibility but now you're in the very face of the aftermath of that very kiss. Really, you could only know so much about a person. To begin with, you didn’t really know Yura very well at all.

You wanted to understand where this is coming from. Why her breaths get shallow by the second, why her lips were red and trembling as she takes you in. However, none of it makes sense to you. Trying to believe she was just another victim in this vicious turn of events is hard to swallow as you keep remembering the fact that it all began with her. Besides, what else could she ask for? Is there anything else you had that she didn't?

You recognized flaws. You recognized how easy it is to be swayed by emotions. Perhaps, if you weren’t on the painful end of this ordeal, you would've understood Yura wholeheartedly. But now, all you feel is disdain at her audacity to act like this in front of you. You couldn't find the humanity in you to feel bad about any possible thing that must have caused her to act this way—if there was any to begin with.

"I'm saying this because I don't need you getting in the way of us again, YN. I really can't take another time," she throws her head back lightly, snapping you back to the reality that this is really happening and not just an evil figment of your imagination finding someone else to blame and direct the hurt on. Fingers clenching on her sides like she's holding back from something—the restraint in her doing its very best at work, you take in the slight weight that's added on her voice.

"I don't believe I got in the way of anything at all, Yura," you shake your head intently. Determined to stop holding yourself back as you had nothing and no one else left to protect.

"You always get in the way of the things I want!" she cries in frustration, eyes blazing as it shines over. "Kiyoomi, Rin, everything. Everyone wants you. And I've had to always be the second choice."

A sensation bubbles in your chest. Heavy and thick as it slowly develops into a laugh that soon starts stealing your air and turning into a choke. The sting in your eyes as the wind blows into your face registers before you realize the fact that you're starting to cry. Biting your lip as hard as you can, you swallow the lump that painfully throbs in your throat.

"The things you want?" you manage to cough out, an exhale escaping your lips slowly as you feel the tingles spread on your arms. And it wasn't that you needed the answer, but it seems like Yura was determined to enlighten you anyways—every word out her lips making your head light.

"Do you know how hard I had to fight to even get Kiyoomi's attention? That party we were in, God, that stupid party," she laughs humorlessly. "It would've been damn near impossible if I didn't get you out of the way!" Her arms flail around her, frustration clear as she recalls the events in her head. When her head snaps back forward to look at you, she's all red-rimmed eyes—whether that's of anger or sadness, you couldn’t tell. Probably a mix of both.

And you knew exactly what she was talking about. That party. The first one you attended in Sakusa's world because he never bothered to before but needed the sponsorship for his Olympics then, leaving him no choice—and that's why he'd brought you with him. As if to ease the discomfort of being among obnoxious rich people with more sense than money. It was at that party he first met Yura. And it was a little after that that they'd begun dating. You didn’t even know how they'd met.

After all, how could you? How would it be possible when you were locked alone in a fancy granite balcony in the presence of cold winter air without your coat because someone thought it'd be funny to keep you out?

It wasn’t a traumatic event, far from it. Even if Sakusa found you an hour later breaking into sneezes every five seconds, you tried not to take the whole thing to heart. Although it was true that it steered you away from parties with people like them ever again, it wasn't like it left a deep scar in your heart. It was just what it is. An unfortunate thing but you didn’t allow yourself to keep dwelling on it. If anything, you believed it wasn't even intentional. Maybe they didn't see you were out and thought the air blowing in the room was too cold and they needed to close the doors to keep it warm. Maybe it was just an accident.

But now it all feels like it's clicked into place. Like everything suddenly made sense and you're seeing the full picture. By then, you couldn't help the helpless pang of pity that hits you. How she could think and act like this after taking everyone you've ever wanted was something you didn’t understand. And you only felt pity for yourself—even more than you did before. You didn’t want to wallow in self-despair but it seems to be the only thing following you.

Shaking your head, you meet Yura's eyes—blinking faster and faster as the wetness threatens to spill over your stinging eyes. "You got both of the men I've ever loved, Yura. I didn't get either of them."

Almost as if your words did something to her, Yura's eyes cleared up—the fog in them dissipating as she looked at you in understanding. "If you know that, then stop getting in between. Let us be, YN. Let's end whatever cycle we've put ourselves in."

There's an eerie sense of calm in the way she said that. You don't like it. "I don't know what you're talking about but if it helps, Rin didn't talk about you for a second when we were together. So do yourself a favor, Yura. Stop telling me these things because they don't matter to me."

The lie is bitter in your mouth because it does matter to you. What she thought of you then, what she thinks of you now. But at the same time, the truth is also sweet. The fact that Yura was never a part of your conversations with Rin save for the first few days you both began seeing each other makes you feel slightly better.

It wasn’t what Yura wanted to hear. Obviously so as she bites back, "And he hesitated to pull away when we kissed but you knew that, right? Because you saw us. You saw me kiss him and how he couldn't pull me away if not for your presence and his guilt nagging at him. So if it helps, YN, even if just for a little, remember that the next time you start thinking your place in his life ever compared to my place in his."

Now that puts you to a stop. Like your whole world crashes and the remnants of your already breaking heart start turning to ashes. The last of all hope is lost on you as reality rubs itself on your very face.

She's right. You saw it all clearly. But to hear her confirm it, the truth of Rin's hesitations and how he probably longed for her as much as she longed for him—you felt like you couldn't breathe. And it's probably a weak move, the one you did next, but you couldn't care less as you storm out of the backyard, going around the house to the front as you catch your breath—tears spilling all over your cheeks the moment Yura is out of your line of vision.

It was when you're rounding the house you start feeling like everything is suddenly moving in slow motion. It had been too late for you to hide your tear-stricken face on the figure you caught in the corner of your eyes and by the time you could react, the sound of the front door throwing open has already reached your ears and Rintarō is running through it.

You couldn't even stand to see his face right now. His angled jaw and straight nose are nothing but a reminder of what you and him weren't anymore. Of course. Of course, he didn't feel that way towards you. There was no way he would long for you when he'd been longing for someone else for the longer part of his life. There was no way his heart would hurt at the mere thought of what you had coming to an end. How could he when he didn't love you? When whatever he probably felt for you then was all gone the moment he's in front of Yura again?

But still, he's calling your name. Shouting it like he didn't let you go just an hour ago from the bedroom you're both supposed to share. His shoes make a loud sound as he puts his weight into running—the pavement beating as he tries to catch up with you. Near the cabin, just a little around the corner to the right, you see Omi opening his car door—catching your eye before signaling a nod that says he'll be waiting for you inside.

Far out of the house, you give up on trying to hide your emotions any further. Taking a deep breath, you stop from your running just as a familiar set of slender and calloused fingers wraps itself around your wrist. As soon as it registers, however, you're pulling his arm away from him—turning around immediately to try and put the best version of a glare you can put out right now.

"Where are you going?" he breathes out just as the warmth of your fingers slips from his cold ones.

He sounded frantic. Like this is the first time he's absorbing the real meaning of things now that it's ended this way. His voice is pitched slightly higher while the fingers that were once around your skin rake across his deep brown hair—all messy, much messy, than the last time you've seen him. Your eyes look over his shoulder, his reflexes acting faster than his mind as he takes a step to block your vision—lightly shaking his head pleadingly.

"I thought we talked about this," there wasn't any energy in your voice. You're exasperated, shoulders slumping as you settle to look at his foot rather than his face.

"We haven't talked about anything!" the sudden volume in his voice makes you wince. You didn’t want to think about the desperation pouring from his pores. Didn't want to spend even another minute thinking he cared about you like you wanted him to.

He's probably riddled with guilt that he's getting her and you don't have anyone. That's possibly the only reason why he's acting like this.

"I want to end this, Suna, please," you exhale and speak with as much firmness as you can, refusing to let the shivers break you even as goosebumps rise on the surface of your skin. "You don't understand. I just—please, I want to go home with Omi right now. Let's stop doing this."

With that, Rin takes a step back. Like you just smacked him and he's in the middle of recovering from a blow he didn't see coming. It was then you decide to meet his eyes, the frown in his features evident with the tight clench of his jaw. You couldn't tell if he was even still breathing, but you used that as an opportunity to escape—brushing your shoulders with his and hearing him exhale shakily in return.

The decision killed you. It felt like a knife was being twisted inside your chest and the blood was uncomfortably seeping through your clothes. There was nothing to smile about. Nothing for you to feel good at. Every step away from him felt like goodbye. Every air you breathe without the swift scent of his cologne felt like oxygen was being cut from you.

Despite all that, what you'll probably never know is the fact that it kills Suna ten times over. To see you walk away from his life for what feels like the tenth time. That the blood he feels as if it's staining his shirt is creating a puddle that threatens to drown him from his feet.

What's worse? He lets you.

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It was a normal day at best. Seeing as it has only been a week since you and Omi drove away from the cabin, it's a miracle you're even out of your house. You don't have it in you yet to be sociable and mingle with others—especially not when your only friends are the ones you share with him and you're almost 100% certain they definitely knew at least the gist of what happened, you have close to no one left. If it wasn't for Omi, you'd practically be alone and wallowing in your despair.

That's when you realize you don't really have anyone else that's close to you. Not even something like a hobby to take your mind off of things. Not a single sport you're good at. You're smart, you make a great amount of money from working in an Engineering company as one of the group leaders but it's hardly something you could call yourself passionate about.

Sakusa is different. He seems to be taking everything way easier than you. You don't understand if he's just putting on a front or he's just accepted it within himself that whatever he had with Yura was over. He has his cousin Komori, at least. And he has volleyball to keep himself occupied. If there was only one thing he loved more than he loved her, it was volleyball. You didn’t have anything like that.

You could've complained but you really couldn't find it in you to ask for anything else. At the very least, you weren’t groveling as much as you used to and you had Omi with you.

The only thing not normal about this day is your lunch appointment with one of Suna's closest friends—who, as time went by, happened to also become one of yours in the few moments you've been in each other's company. He'd insisted on meeting. Said he hasn't seen you since that day you left earlier than everyone else with Omi. He hadn't mentioned if Yura and Suna stayed and went home with them. If she rode in his car because she didn't bring her own seeing as she came with Omi. He didn't tell you how Suna acted since that time you told him you wanted to end it and looked like you'd struck a painful cord inside him.

That was for the best, you figure.

You weren’t trying to find out they'd slept together the last night in that cabin and spread each other's scent on either yours or Omi's sheets. But maybe seeing Osamu would bring you the closure you needed. That trip ended so abruptly for you and you regretted not having the chance to say goodbye to your friends. It's been a week now. You're ready to face the memories of that day. It helps a lot that Osamu wouldn't put you in a tough situation or press you about the topic.

"Hey," you mumble quietly with a smile which he returned, standing up from his seat to hug you sideways. He's already in his seat by the time you've arrived.

Shaking the snow from your hair, you look at the seat he's chosen and suddenly feel a rush of gratefulness that you had the glass walls to distract you from the awkwardness of how everything felt. It wasn’t Osamu making it awkward. It was you, if anything. You felt ashamed at everything that happened and dragged them into.

"Should we order?" There's a softness and edge to Osamu's voice at the same time. He's kind but confident. If being friends with Suna was anything to go by, you're pretty confident he's a lot more of a smug playboy than he plays it out to be with his close acquaintances. Not that you minded. The Osamu in the streets didn't concern you like the Osamu with his friends. At the very least, he's a lot less loud than his blond twin.

Shrugging, you meet his eyes with a quick, "Yes."

He insisted on ordering for both of you, standing up to the counter and returning with a plate of pasta and garlic bread. You didn’t fight him on doing it. He'd been the one to invite you anyways. The appetite and energy couldn't be found in you despite your wishes. It was probably dramatic but Suna played a bigger part in you than you'd care to admit. A week is hardly enough to put an end to the pain that kept you up at night.

You stab your pasta mindlessly, chewing on the garlic bread occasionally to appear like you're enjoying the meal. You didn’t know why you're even here to begin with. There's a question hanging in the air you wished he would just get over with.

Osamu eyes you toying with a ring on your finger. It wasn’t anything significant. Just an accessory that seemed to click something in Samu's mind—seeing as he suddenly decided to speak.

"His ring was a present from Yura," he began slowly, and just like that, the breath was slowly getting knocked from you. "She got it in an arcade when they were together and made him promise not to take it off. One time, years ago, Suna was drunk out of his mind and snapped when a girl tried to slip it off his fingers and play with it while sitting on his lap."

The shake of his head tells you he didn't exactly agree with the ring—or perhaps the sentiments behind it but you don't say anything. You didn’t know why you had to hear this. Everything you learned about Suna and Yura was just another nail to your coffin. At the same time, you don't stop Osamu. You didn’t want to. Their history has always been a mystery you wanted to solve but you didn’t have the courage to ask it from the man, Suna, himself and hear the love story that would send you crumbling. Now, you had nothing left to break. He'd taken that heart with him when you arrived at the cabin.

"Yura said it was a promise," he swallowed like he didn't really want to talk about Suna's business to me but felt like he had to. He probably felt bad. "A promise she'd understand him even when no one did. She was a force in his life. Only she matched his energy and Suna was afraid he wouldn't find that rush again."

"He could've found a woman crazy about him just about anywhere," you wanted to scoff but settled for an awkward laugh.

"He was young when they met. Not to mention they met when—" he hesitated but one look at your eyes and the dullness behind it had him confessing with a heavy breath. "When Sakusa cut his chances off with you. They were both young and he felt like he found a match. He said something about her being the only woman he'd ever probably crave next to you once when we were much younger. But you were off-limits since he found out whose best friend you were. So, eventually, all that drifted onto Yura."

"I don't understand why you're telling me all this, Samu," you frown at him, beating of your chest so loud, you could practically hear it. "Their love story is not my business."

"Maybe," he agrees before his gaze hardens on the drink in front of him. "After all, I knew it was a bad idea the moment I found out you were dating."

"Then why—"

"But she'd dragged him along for five years. Made him think only she could possibly match that attitude and understand the way he glared at almost every fucking thing he sees because he's never in the right mood. He doesn’t know another love than what Yura showed him, if you could even call it that, YN," he grimaces as he says that. "Then she'd gotten in a relationship with Sakusa and he felt like she betrayed him and got another woman taken from him the second time."

"I thought they hadn't been talking anymore when she and Omi got together?"

"They've always been talking, YN. She came home that week and brought the hope it was just any other week in their lives. A week that meant Suna would stop seeing his regular fucks in town because she'd left hers back overseas. That was how it's always been for them. Many guys, many girls but only each other when they were in the same town."

You couldn't say anything back at that. It sounded like he was telling you they always found a way back to each other and making a point that was the reason they're back together again—dismissive about the facts they'd just broken two innocent hearts... Okay, not that you were any innocent in this outcome but still. Watching you carefully for any reaction that would tell him to stop, Osamu felt like he was drawing his own conclusions by looking at your face alone. He could tell exactly what you were thinking because he continued immediately. Probably to make clear of what he's trying to say.

He keeps breathing heavily before continuing. Like this conversation is hard enough for him to bring up. Like he isn't the one who had this idea in the first place. "He'd sworn he didn't like you that way anymore and he's forgotten about you all those five years. Then suddenly, you're there and you aren't off-limits anymore—the one other woman he's wanted as badly as he wanted Yura."

Looking away, you find the strength in you to mumble, "He very obviously doesn't want me that much if we're having this conversation."

Osamu just looks at you for a long time. You weren't sure if seconds or minutes passed but he just stares at you—gauging if he's making the right decision and you'd get what he was trying to say.

"YN just—" he leans back in his chair like you and Suna both exasperated him but he's too good in the heart to let it slide when he could've done something about it. "I'm saying, he definitely feels for you. He's goddamn stupid but he's also confused because that.. woman, has engraved herself so deep in him and whether he wants to admit it or not, he's clinging on to that younger years they both shared even when he didn't feel that way for her anymore."

Your heart hurts listening to him say all this. The truths you'd probably never pull out of Suna yourself. What was Osamu thinking? Of course, you understand what he's trying to say. Better than anyone, you're probably Suna's greatest witness to the desperation he had for Yura. It made your chest ache to think about what he'd gone through—the image of a boy who'd wanted someone to be his match so bad he'd settled for someone who was so good at making him think he wouldn't be able to find another. Maybe that's why her ring was so significant to him even during the time you were together. He's been made to think if the plan failed then he wouldn't have anyone left and he wanted the love he thought she gave him.

You resented him. Resented how you had to hurt because you didn't realize the gravity of what he felt for her. You disliked the way you hurt, the way it felt like no matter the signs he showed that he wanted you he still felt so weak when faced with her. And you hated him. Hated him for letting himself get played as much as he'd let Yura play him. Hated him that he's been wanting her for five years when you probably would've loved him far greater than he's ever experienced if he'd only still felt for you then.

"Samu," you begin, eyes stinging as you suddenly feel sad again all over. "I don't know what to do."

He nods at you in understanding, fingers drifting to rest on top of yours in the table before smiling gently. "I'm not asking you to do anything. Suna just pisses me off with how he works things out and I know he'd never tell you about it. If it helps at all, figured I'd be the one to tell ya."

Just as you are about to thank him, he follows up with more words. Each one of them knocking you over, "I've never seen him want to be over her so badly, YN. Until you. He cares a lot about you, more than he'll ever care for Yura. So do what you have to do. It doesn't have to include forgiving him for whatever he did."

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The snow was still as thick and heavy as it had been the day you left him. The coldness of the air still stings your cheeks and your fingers are cold like they've been made from ice. With that, your heart still felt as heavy as it was two weeks ago. You still feel like you could go crazy just thinking about him. There's an overwhelming surge of pain and love when one of his favorite songs would play in the playlist you didn’t even realize has been filled with all of the songs he always used to hum.

These days, it feels like all you ever do is hate. Hate the way Yura got to him first, hate the way you love him even though you're hurting, hate the fact that sometimes love is not enough and you feel like your heart will never be back to what it once was. You loathe how it's so hard to make yourself believe he would never long for her again. Hell, it's even hard to believe he truly liked you that way.

Maybe it was stubborn. Especially when someone's been telling you he cares. But you didn’t think you could handle someone just caring. There's an expectation you wanted him to meet. And it was selfish. So selfish but you couldn't bring yourself to even think you deserve any less after everything. Besides, even if you didn't find out what you did about Yura and she was just another girl in his life, the heavy feeling of once again not being enough and going through what you did with both Omi and Suna scares you.

Deep inside, there's an annoying itch that tells you nothing will be different regardless of what you know. Nothing will miraculously change just because a friend of his told him to get over Yura like she didn't once mean the whole world to him. You felt like you should understand. But it was hard when you're blinded by all the wrong things there is to find and say about Yura. Moreover, nothing's changed at all for the past week because you're too hurt to talk to him. You've all but given him the idea that you even want to talk to him anymore. Still, there's hope bubbling inside you. Maybe he'll break in first. Just this time, you wish he could just brush off your wishes and talk to you first.

Whatever that talk would lead to doesn't even matter. You just wanted to talk to him. Hear his voice. Pretend like everything is fine with the first hello on the other side of the line.

Staring at your phone felt like an eternity. His name blinks at you. With a black heart on the side because he insisted it looks way better than the other colors. The thought almost made you smile. He was so childish with little things sometimes and he never failed to make you laugh.

The contact name taunts you. Your finger has hovered over the green call button more times than you have probably blinked in your life. He's just directly across your house. What's making this so hard? You probably should have just walked straight up his walkway and act like everything is fine and you just wanted to talk. His birthday was tomorrow. Maybe that excuse would be good enough.

Another sigh and a failed attempt at finally pressing a button, a notification makes you jump from your seat—eyes stinging as you look at the same black heart you've been begging the heavens to talk to you, finally being the first one to give in.

Rin 🖤

I miss you so fucking much I can't spend another second not sending this and letting you know. You know I do.

Your eyes immediately water at his words. He's never texted you like this. More times than you can count, he's only ever made you laugh with his messages. Now, he sounds and feels so vulnerable that you allow your heart to hurt for him even just a little. He didn't deserve your antagonism.

To: Rin 🖤

Happy birthday, Rin.

Rin 🖤

Not for another day, baby. Wait a bit more and tell me in person tomorrow.

You don't attempt making a comment or correcting him on that. Not when you don't even realize the way your tears have started falling until there was a small drop of wetness on your thighs. Falling on your couch, you clutch the phone to your chest. Glancing outside of your window to his, you can't help the clench in your heart when you don't notice his car in the driveway—lights turned off and not a sound playing from his playlist. Maybe meeting him tonight is wishful thinking after all. Maybe he's with her. He probably missed you but it wasn't enough.

Perhaps it was these lack of expectations. The building anxiety and doubt that threatens to suffocate you. Perhaps you've felt that way because, with the smile that graced your face when you saw his obnoxiously expensive black car light up his driveway, all the negatives would have been worth it.

Like he senses you watching him from your window, his eyes meet your just a second before he's turning off the ignition. It was then the both of you felt an almost painful invisible pull. He looks at you like he's asking for permission. Like there are so many things he wants to say but only if you let him. The choking is heard in the air before you even register you're sobbing—eyes turning heavy and it falls down your cheeks with a slight nod of your head.

And just like that, like he saw the nod before you even gave it, he's opening your front door—wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his nose on your neck. He lets out a sigh of relief the moment your warmth envelops him and he swears he could feel his heart break a thousand times over. He breathes you in like he'll never breathe again. The wet kiss he pressed on your bare shoulders lingered until his fingers were drumming on your skin.

"Hit every fucking red light the moment you replied to me," he mumbles almost incoherently, palms sliding to your backside before he's pressing you on the wall. There's no way he could get enough of you, he thinks. You fit so perfectly in him. Every gap he didn't know he had, you somehow magically fill in. He could touch you for the rest of his life and not once complain about it.

"I was waiting for you," you groan breathlessly, stomach tightening as he trails open-mouthed kisses from your neck to your mouth. You could feel his cock pressing on your thigh and suddenly the need could overflow in the room.

You were waiting for him. Literally and figuratively. Like this is the one and only time you have in the world to be with him, you've waited because you knew he'd come. You waited to feel his lips again every night. Waited to feel him around you, touching you like he wouldn't have anyone else in the world but you. You're still waiting for him.

You hope he'd wait for you too.

After this kiss. After the sex. After tonight.

That hardly matters in your head now, however. He's here. Two weeks after everything, he's right in front of you. Kissing you so hard like it makes up of everything he could only wish he could put into words. He squeezes his eyes like he's in pain every time you make a sound of pleasure. There's such a grand pain in his heart he's not sure he'll be able to overcome right now. He pushes all the thoughts out of his head, because at least, for now, he has you. Tomorrow can wait.

"I'm sorry, baby," his words grow muffled as he whispers on your lips, brushing his own with yours in a silent ask for permission. Connecting your lips with his, you both let yourself go for the night. "So fucking sorry for everything."

You crave him. Very much so that your heart wants to tear itself apart inside. You're both way past pretending you could last another second without being wrapped in each other. You could hardly breathe if his scent wasn't filling your senses.

Grabbing your thighs from the back, he lifts you up—legs wrapping around his waist as he wraps his hands on the side of your neck, angling it slightly to him and brushing his thumbs on your skin. Like a magnet connecting both of you together, he gently presses his lips—the saltiness of your tears staining his tongue until he starts feeling bitter again.

Disconnecting from the kiss, you look into his eyes. The lump in your throat so strong, you couldn't just swallow it no matter how hard you try. "You're my everything, Rin. It hurts so bad,"

"I know baby," he shakes his head, forehead pressing to yours. The quick rise and fall of his chest move in rhythm to your own. His heart beating as it is breaking with yours. He knows where this is leading. Can hear it in your voice. See it in your eyes. But tonight there's just one thing he wants, "Please. Just for tonight, baby. Pretend one more time for me. Like you'd still take me and that whole fucking trip never happened. Baby, please."

Desperation drips from his voice—raw and frantic. Like if he didn't say it then, he'd lose you forever. Suna thinks it was funny how much he could want you this second but be willing to let you slip from him so easily—if your happiness would depend on it. You're shaking beneath him. Eyes never leaving his because you're just as afraid he'll disappear.

Nodding against him, you feel the sobs wrack your whole body. Squeezing the words out of you, you tell him in response. "Please."

Please if just for another night.

Please touch.

Please love.

Please make you cry for him because it makes you feel the way your heart beats for him. Makes you feel alive. Makes you feel like you're experiencing the love you'll probably never experience again.

Suna pushes you away from the wall, lips never leaving yours as he carries you to your bedroom. You deserve better than a wall fuck. You deserve better than being pressed against a cold, hard, drywall. Smoothing the hair from your face, he takes you up the stairs with one arm wrapped around your waist. The tears won't stop falling for you. The more you look at him, the more you break.

"You're so beautiful," he breaks your trance with a whisper, gentle and slow on your lips. He wants to call you his. Wants to tell you he's yours but he didn't.

He's lost the privilege to call you that a long time ago.

Laying you down the bed, he's gentle as he grabs the sides of your underwear—slipping it down your legs but not breaking the contact with your eyes. His chest is caving in. You're the most beautiful, most amazing woman he'd probably ever be with. He didn't have to look down and away from your eyes to be able to tell you're perfect. His own throat tightens up.

"Are you sure you want this?" He dips a head on your neck, kissing your ears softly as he asks you.

"More than anything in the world, Rin," a sad smile grazes your lips, fingers threading through his already longer hair.

Pulling the rest of your clothes off with his, he slowly lowers himself down, lips on your jaw as he slowly pushes himself in. His hips stutter, the feeling of your warmth against him making him lose his mind. The way you wrap around him. The taste of your skin.

Then, suddenly, it feels like he's forced into the realization that tonight would be the last. He didn't know why. You didn’t need to tell him but everything about tonight feels that way. He tries to savor every single inch of yourself you're willing to give him.

You can't stop the tears falling from your cheeks. It was both pathetic and embarrassing you're crying at such a moment. But you leave tomorrow. Five thousand miles away from him seems and feels like you'll ever get a taste of this again any time soon.

This isn't the goodbye you shared that day two weeks ago. This isn't anything like the screams or the begging. Nothing like the doubt and the hurt that he didn't love you like you loved him. There isn't a trace of selfishness.

This is what goodbye really is.

This is saying goodbye to your one true love—for how long, you didn’t know. This is accepting that sometimes love is not enough to keep two broken souls together. This is a goodbye that would stick. A goodbye that wouldn't allow texting until the other shows up in front of the other's door because it was physically impossible.

Sometimes it was hard to remember who you were before someone special walked into your life.

With Rin, it was the complete opposite.

It's hard to forget what life was before him because all it ever was then is a monochrome of all the things you wanted and couldn't have. All the things you wished for in hopes it might finally make you happy. You remember every moment of your bleak life eight months ago. The routine you fell into, the expectations that broke you. It wasn’t at all hard to forget.

Because you remember exactly when all of that changed. When you looked forward to text messages that would come in at two in the morning because you knew you'd get to see him skate. He'd laugh at you when you ran and almost felt like fainting trying to catch up but that hardly mattered because he'd take you out to drinks and ice cream after. Pulling you in his lap when he played his games suddenly become your most comfortable position and location.

He wasn't there then he was suddenly everywhere.

And God, did you love him. You loved him so much and the feeling of him stretching you out. Your heart beats so loud for him that every inch of you welcomes him. The pain you feel for him—for the kind of life he lived with Yura and the things he put you through, could only be so strong because you adored him.

With his last thrust, orgasm spilling inside you as your thighs shake and you come apart with him, you reach for his neck—wrapping two arms around him as you cry out in pleasure. He rocks against you a few more times, riding his high with your name falling from his lips with a groan.

When you both regain your breath, he doesn't collapse on top of you immediately. Holding your eyes, he props himself up with his elbows—gaze scanning your whole face like he's trying to memorize what he would miss. Then, with a soft voice, a shaky smile, and so much emotion to break him apart, you tell him,

"I love you, Rin," you don't hesitate. And it wasn't a declaration like the last time. You simply wanted him to know. And you'd let him know as much as you could tonight.

This was the love he was supposed to have gotten then. You wanted him to know someone loves him as much as you do that the love he believed in then would pale and fade from him. You wanted him to understand that despite everything, you love him and it was the kind of love he should believe in.

Not even this goodbye would erase it.

"I love you so much," you repeat because he'll probably not hear it from you for a while and you didn't want him to forget.

You wished you could have stayed. That you were strong enough to believe in both of you. That you could forget everything that happened along with the pain that came with it. But you weren’t. You didn’t want to lose sight of what you had. What you could possibly have. But tonight is where you say goodbye. This is where you draw the line.

You'd be losing each other, for now, but he wouldn't be losing you.

And if a month from now, a week from now, the love is still not lost on you, then maybe you'd find yourself again. In the afterglow, when everything after the storm has calmed. When you could love as much as you want to because the harsh burn of the sun has settled.

He smiles at you sadly in return, reaching out to brush your cheeks and kissing you until you fall asleep. He held you and you could feel the beat of the heart you know longs and beats for you. You could feel the warmth in him. There's the light way his hair tickles your shoulders. The steady rhythm of his breath lulls you to sleep. He rubbed your spine as you lay on his chest, the calloused touch of his fingers as a result of years of volleyball another addition to the million things you'll miss from him.

Morning came faster than you could have prepared yourself for. The light coming from the blinds makes you squint. Your inner thighs hurt, your breasts sore. A reminder of the events that transpired the night before. You feel sticky and hot all over but there's a noticeable kind of coldness on the other side of your bed.

You didn’t set any expectations. You knew he'd be gone by the time you opened your eyes. You probably even felt it when he slipped away from you because you could clearly remember stirring from your sleep. Still, looking at the side he was supposed to occupy, your heart drops to your stomach. He hadn't even stayed to say goodbye. He asked you to wait another day for his birthday greeting. Now, you couldn’t do it with a final kiss on the lips you'll be missing for months to come anymore.

It's like there was hardly any evidence he was even there last night.

If not for the pieces of paper folded neatly on his side—blending so nicely to your white sheets, you almost missed it.

With shaking hands, you grab the papers. You didn’t know if you wanted to read the things he was going to be telling you. Maybe he'll tell you finally that you were wrong about him. That he still loved her and would love her for much longer. You don't believe you're ready for it. You don't think anyone is ever ready for something like this. But you suck it up, lean back on the headrest of your bed, and start to read.

YN,

I don't know how to start this. There's a lot of things I need to tell you. I'm writing this as you walk away from me, in the cabin I'm supposed to stay in for another day without you. Without your warmth, without your voice. I only had your scent left but now all of that's gone too because I made the mistake of getting too close with a woman who wasn't you. A woman I'd never feel for as much as I would ever feel for you.

I'm stupid. Osamu has told me over and over again that I would never make the right decisions while I'm hung up on someone so badly. He'd said I'd never be with someone who wouldn't leave me hanging if I kept hanging on to someone that wouldn't even commit. It's ridiculous because I never lived by that advice. I never listened to Samu until you were in front of me and I wanted nothing more than to shake her hold on me. I didn't realize it was at that point, YN. And I was so mad at myself I let it become a part of me for so long that I couldn't remove myself from it fast enough to make you stay.

I failed you. What this is is probably both karma and self-sabotage. I've done things I'm not proud of. I see it now. I should've done a million things better. But all I did was choose the wrong things.

It was always a bunch of couldn'ts for me. Couldn't commit, couldn't move on, couldn't choose the right things. And in return, all I've wanted from you was your coulds. That you could somehow accept that I'm messed up and couldn't get my shit sorted out, that you could love me despite that, that you could understand.

And I feel so bad, baby. Because you could. Over and over again. That's all you've given me. All I've asked from you, even in secret, I got in return.

You don't need to ask from me. I know I've put myself in a situation I need to fix whether someone asks me for it or not. I wished it was that easy so many times, YN. I felt like I was so close. I was almost there and I'd run out of time.

That was all my fault. You don't have to tell yourself maybe you could have waited longer, another could, because you don't have to. You've waited long enough. None of the reasons why we didn't work out your fault. It was all mine.

I wouldn't want you to keep waiting. Don't wait for me, YN. I'm not worth waiting that long over. I don't want any more of your memories of me to be with so much hurt. Not when the ones I have of you are possibly the best moments of my life.

2nd-year high school was the best memory I had of going to school. You were in the crowd, in the seats close to the court because you were watching Sakusa Kiyoomi play and I looked at you. I thought then you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. That you could have the worst personality and I wouldn't even mind.

It was the first memory I have of feeling like I was in love. I was so young and it's ridiculous to even think a sixteen-year-old could ever feel like that.

I don't know why I let your asshole of a best friend get between me then but that was the worst mistake of my life, clearly. Then it's all what-ifs. What if we had met then? What if I didn't let anything stop me? I saw you everywhere after that. For years after. And while the beat of my heart dulled for a little, it never got quiet, YN.

Then I see you again, so fucking close eight years later with that look in your eyes. Like you loved Sakusa so much and he didn't love you back. I didn't know why there was an urge for me to make sure you never felt that way again. My heart beat so loud I'd never believed more that it really exists inside me.

From that moment, the only memories I've ever had were those that I'll never forget.

How did I let all of that go to waste? How did I mess up something I've wanted so bad?

I'm so fucked up.

Now you're sleeping beside me. On the last night I'll see you, at least for quite some time. I don't know why this letter has gotten so long. But maybe there were just so many things I wanted you to hear but couldn't say. There were also things you probably didn't want to hear but I wanted to say anyway. I'm a selfish bastard.

Even as you kissed me on the lips and told me you loved me over and over, I couldn't say it. I didn't want to because you never would have gotten to the airport if I did. Because I'd be too selfish to let you go. Because hearing me finally say it would make you confused. I know it would. And I didn't want that.

Love is not supposed to hurt, YN. And I've hurt you far too much. I don't want the three most important words I've ever said to be associated with the pain I would cause you if you happened to stay.

But I wanted you to know anyway. It would probably be easier for you if I just never tell you to begin with but the thought of you not knowing kills me. I'll be selfish and tell you, YN.

I love you so much. I love you so fucking much I don't know how I'd go through tomorrow without you. Without knowing how long I'll have to wait for you. But still, I love you so much that I would. Because you've waited for me when I had nothing in return to give you.

But you don't have to do that, YN. You don't have to wait for me. Fall in love and be happy. Sure I'd kill the guy ten times over in my head but I'd still want you to find the happiness you deserve. One that would come without any baggage.

Don't reply to this letter. Don't text me a happy birthday or call me because you feel bad like I know you would. This letter isn't to keep you stuck in the past. It's what I hope would send you in the future.

I love you so so fucking much.

You're my everything.

- Rin with a black heart emoji because it's cooler. I love you.

You cried for so long after reading the letter that you had to force yourself to get through the day of getting ready. You cried in your shower, didn't bother to put makeup on because you cried all the way to the drive in the airport. You'd cry handing on your ticket too—your fingers shaking as you hand in your passport. The flight attendants have given you weird stares but your focus is stuck on the letter you sneaked in the back of your phone case. After that, you cried for days and weeks more to come.

You missed him. You wanted to call him, text him. He's in everything you do. Every new place you go to, you wished you could have experienced with him. It had been his birthday then. The day you let him go. And every 25th of the month you count the days that passed since he told you he loved you, wishing it stood true in the test of time.

It stayed that way for a long time. Like a never-ending cycle you've grown used to. It was a day to day of loving him, missing him, and regretting he wasn't by your side when you could have done something about it.

But like what everyone said, time heals everything and it passes by in the blink of an eye. A lot happened in such a period of time and you've both gained and lost a lot. Though, it shouldn't be too surprising.

Not when it has been two years since that day you left.

Still, faster than you could have imagined, everything has changed from the way it was before you boarded the plane.

And if the wedding invitation on your mail with his name written in bold isn't enough testament to the fact, then you aren't sure what is.

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hi could you do a when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you with suna angst to fluff

when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you…

You ask and shall receive✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Suna x reader

angst to fluff

link to Atsumus version

both of you are third years in this

600+ words

You and Suna in the beginning went for each other’s throats, both of you did not got along, but somehow in the end during first year of Highschool you both got along so well that you didn’t even know why you both hated each other

He is very sarcastic towards you, and your always sarcastic towards him both of you know that each of you are just joking, but sometimes his jokes hurt and sometimes your jokes hurt him too, it’s now your last year of Highschool you matured since first year and one big shocking thing is that you have a crush on Suna Rintaro, you don’t know why maybe it’s because he’s the only person you can act like an idiot towards and be mean around him without him getting offended, or maybe it was because inside he was actually nice and that he’s really cute, well it’s all of the above

“Sunaaa when ya gonna get a girlfriend?” Atsumu said teasing him “I think nows not the right time” Suna said tying his shoes “or is it because ya don’t have the guts to ask out ya precious y/n” Atsumu said with a smirk “I told you I don’t like her dumbass and she doesn’t like me like that” Suna scoffed “oh yeah? Ask her out and see her reaction and since yer don’t want to take it far just tell her a random excuse ” he said snickering “what do I get in the end?” Suna said intrigued “ya can have my lunches for a week” he said sighing “deal”

It’s now the end of practice you decided to go see Suna to borrow his notes when you were walking towards the gym Suna and Atsumu were talking “shhh y/n is here!” Atsumu said laughing “ugh” Suna said nervous

“hey y/n chan” Atsumu said putting his arm around your shoulder, “hi Tsumu” you said with a smile “y/n guess what Suna wants ta say somethin to ya!” He said yelling across the room for everyone to hear especially your crush Suna Rintaro “what is it rin?” You said nervous “y/n can we talk in private?” He said “y-yeah sure” you said hiding your red tinted face

Both of you walked out of the room in awkward silence “so what is it rin?” “I really like you y/n” he said face red “what are you saying?” You said nervous “I like you more than a friend, I like you as someone I see romantically” he said every word getting quieter “s-so your being serious?” You said heart doing backflips and face red “I would never lie about this y/n” he said feeling guilty because he was doing this for a bet “I like you too Rintaro” you said touching his hand “I’m glad to hear that” he said with a sigh of relief pulling you into a hug “so what do we do now?” Both of you said together then laughed but his laugh was full of guilt , you never thought he would of felt the same way towards you but guess what dreams do come true

Both of you went back into the gym and you could see Atsumu laughing “so how’s the two love birds doin?” Atsumu said laughing and the whole volleyball team was looking at the both of you intrigued on what was happening “nothing happened?” Suna said backing away from you “so ya two official now ?” Atsumu said patting Suna’s back like an old man “ye-“ you said getting cut off by Suna “no we aren’t” he said bluntly “what do you mean rin?” You said knowing somethings wrong “y/n we aren’t together” he said taking another step away from you “what do you mean?… then what was that earlier?” You said now hurt “y/n that was a prank… I shouldn’t of let it go that far” he said not looking at you in the eyes

“so it was a prank?” You said in a verge of tears… calm down y/n he always does pranks and jokes towards you… don’t be overwhelmed by this, this is just how the both of you are “y-yeah I’m sor-“ he said getting caught off guard by you laughing “haha oh my god I thought I couldn’t hold it in anymore I knew something was up” you said faking your most best laugh and smile “wait your serious?” Suna said eyes wide opened on what is happening “ha yeah don’t worry Suna it’s ok I’ve known you for of four years of course I know when somethings up, well now I gotta go” you said running out of the gym, when you were running out Atsumu noticed the tears rolling down your face… he knew you were lying, everyone in the room was in shocked at what happened, you felt mortified on what happened, you should of known it was a joke after all it is Suna Rintaro you know almost everything about him

Luckily it was Friday when he did that too you, you didn’t go on your phone you were too scared to see is he texted you so you didn’t, you remembered all the mean and negative jokes he said about you, you don’t think those were jokes anymore you think those are insults now you took them way too close to heart, you thought you were special suddenly you remembered on all the inside jokes the both of you had… you wanted to get over him on that Friday night but you couldn’t sleep all you could do was silently cry and think about all the things the both of you did together

It’s now a Monday it’s time to face the music, you took the whole weekend to reflect and to try to act normal around him “just let these feelings fade away” you kept on repeating the same thing again and again till that’s the only thing you could think of, while that was happening Suna for no reason felt a pain in his chest he was thinking about you, he can’t believe that your not mad at him and that you could act so casual about it, he’s angry at himself that he treats you like that and your still friend with him, he tried contacting you but you didn’t answer, of course he knew.. he was in the wrong and expected you to do that

now math class he finally got to see you, you sat by the window and he sat in the middle of the classroom, you and him would always pass notes too each other during that class and get in trouble, today he noticed your beautiful hair getting blown by the little waves of wind, your persed lips from focusing, the way you were looking at the board, your fingers that fidgeted with the eraser you were holding, at that moment his heart was throbbing with pain, guilt, and yearning for you

He passed a note too you, he looked at you to see if you were going to respond but you didn’t… you just looked at the note for a few seconds and threw it into your backpack, he could tell you were angry you would never ignore his notes “psst pls pass another too y/n” he said whispering to the girl next to him, this happned but you still didn’t respond

“Y/n why weren’t you responding too my notes” he said blocking the door exit so you couldn’t leave “Suna san I was focusing on the notes don’t you remember? We have a test next week you should pay attention too” you said going under his arm and leaving … since when did you call him Suna? Since middle school when you both didn’t really knew each other, that was the moment he knew what he did was wrong, he tried confronting it too you but you would always say you were okay, him and you became distance towards each other, he would always try to find you in school but you were always busy doing something

It’s been three months of him and you being distant, he was too nervous to reach out to you, and you were busy doing your own healing maybe you were being over dramatic but your feelings for him need to fade, during those months he missed you he hides his feelings for you in the past but now his feelings for you were stronger but it’s just that he had no hope of you two going back to normal he regrets doing that too you, you didn’t show up to their volleyball games, you barely texted him or hanged out with him, you were just distant, till today you were bored so you went too one of there matches by surprise, immediately he saw you in the crowd his heart skipped a beat, the past few games he was not doing so well because it was lack of sleep from thinking about you, you and him both made direct eye contact through the crowd

His team and him won the match, you decided to go out but guess what Suna ran to you dripping sweat to stop you “wait-“ he said out of breath “hi Suna san calm down what’s wrong? You should go take a breather” you said concerned “no this is more important” he said grabbing your hand walking outside “Suna calm down” you said stopping “y/n please hear me out” he said touching your shoulder “what is it Suna?” You said confused “i miss you y/n.. I shouldn’t of did that too you in front of anyone, I was just to caught up in the moment” he said looking you in the eyes “your seriously still talking about this Suna? I don’t know why the hell your bringing this up” you said trying to walk away holding your anger “no that’s not what I mean, I’m sorry I’m just not good at words!” He said “then what is it you want to say” you said with an angered face “y/n l/n, I love you, I’ve loved you since second year but I didn’t want to ruin our bond that we have, I’m so sorry y/n I understand if you hate me” he said getting quieter and quieter “your not joking right, like on that day right Suna? Your not joking right?” You said face red accidentally repeating the same words “y/n I swear I’m not lying” he said looking at you “I love you too.. but if this is another joke then-” you said but getting cut off by him kissing you on the lips “I love you y/n please don’t leave me again” he said sighing from relief then giving you another kiss on the lips “I love you too Rintaro”

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HAIKYUU MASTERLIST ━━

(*) is smut!

i edit this as i post more! <3

MASTERLIST FOR ALL 1K+ WORKS!

MASTERLIST FOR ALL NSFW DRABBLES!

ACCIDENT NUDE SEND MASTERLIST!

GENERAL

all the little things

cheering you up

*prettiest moans ranking

*captains’ moans

haikyuu boys in the delivery room

special relationship thing

calling them arabic terms of endearment

most likely to fall in love with a fake partner

preferred honeymoon destination, part 2

boys that would love a muscular s/o

*who can, can’t, and more, handle edging

*boys that prefer choking/prefer getting choked

*hottest grunts ranking

*getting passed and railed by msby

*haikyuu captains dick analysis

*haikyuu aces dick analysis

*haikyuu setters dick analysis

*haikyuu midldle blockers dick analysis

haikyuu boys and tropes that would suit them

what falling in love with them sounds like, part 2

*haikyuu cum review

*haikyuu visuals & complimentary drabbles

haikyuu boys as unintentionally flustering things

*random & specific nsfw headcanons

waxing the haikyuu captains

*types of slappers

*boys into sounding

*boys that get off while on the phone w/ you

MULTIPLE PART FICS/SERIES

*iwaizumi and his camgirl best friend

part 1, part 2, secrets that you keep (part 3)

comforting insecure osamu

*part 1, part 2

*suna and his virgin boyfriend

part 1, part 2, part 3

surrogate series

being iwaoi’s surrogate, being sakuatsu’s surrogate

KARASUNO HIGH

headcanons

mornings with kageyama

working out/yoga with kageyama

working out/yoga with nishinoya

daichi finding out you can rap

scarlet witch!reader

hinata saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

tsukishima saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

asahi with a germaphobe s/o

sugawara with a germaphobe s/o

tsukishima crushing on an intimidating but clumsy!reader

asahi fluff headcanons

some boyfriend!kageyama

sfw drabbles

kageyama and practice kissing

secret relationship outed; tanaka

sweet revenge

1k Event — Character Studies

nishinoya yū

daichi sawamura

asahi azumane

kageyama tobio

AOBA JOHSAI HIGH

headcanons

tutoring oikawa

mornings with matsukawa

working out/yoga with oikawa

oikawa as your roommate

iwaizumi as your roommate

best friends to lovers with iwaizumi

best friends to lovers with oikawa

oikawa finding out you can rap

scarlet witch!reader

oikawa with a touch starved s/o

iwaizumi with a bitchy but secretly sweet s/o

oikawa flirting with ushijima’s twin sister

matsukawa with a tall s/o

some cuddling with mattsun

oikawa & his twin girls learning spanish

fluff headcanons for iwaizumi

oikawa’s hands

artist!mattsun

sfw drabbles

stopping time; iwaizumi

aftercare with matsukawa

spending the night with matsukawa

1k Event — Character Studies

oikawa tōru

iwaizumi hajime

NEKOMA HIGH

headcanons

kuroo tutoring you

working out/yoga with kuroo

kuroo as your roommate

best friends to lovers with kuroo

kuroo finding out you can rap

scarlet witch!reader

kenma with a touch starved s/o

kuroo with a bitchy but secretly sweet s/o

kuroo with an s/o that has a phobia of blood

kenma with a really beautiful s/o

kuroo saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

kenma saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

kuroo with a really beautiful s/o

kenma with a germaphobe s/o

*camboy!kenma

sfw drabbles

mornings with kenma

kuroo’s birthday surprise

revelation; kuroo

secret relationship outed; taketora

500 Follower Event

kenma — kissing in the rain

kenma — “i made you a playlist”

*kenma — breeding kink, manhandling/rough sex

1k Event ━ Character Studies

kozume kenma

kuroo tetsurō

FUKURODANI ACADEMY

headcanons

akaashi tutoring you

mornings with bokuto

working out/yoga with bokuto

bokuto finding out you can rap

bokuto with an s/o that has a phobia of blood

akaashi with an s/o that has a phobia of blood

akaashi saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

akaashi with a really beautiful s/o

bokuto comforting you

*dilf!bokuto

sfw drabbles

love you, infinitely; akaashi

puppy dog eyes; bokuto

the taste of you; akaashi

dancing among the trees; akaashi

the world is not enough for you; akaashi

500 Follower Event

akaashi — kissing away their tears, first “i love you.”

1k Event — Character Studies

bokuto kōtarō

akaashi keiji

SHIRATORIZAWA ACADEMY

headcanons

ushijima naming his plants after you

ushijima finding out you can rap

tendō with an s/o with cold hands

semi crushing on a vb player!reader

shirabu crushing on a vb player!reader

ushijima with a really beautiful s/o

oikawa flirting with ushijima’s twin sister

sfw drabbles

rainy days; semi

500 Follower Event

shirabu — deep 3 am talks, neck kisses

INARIZAKI HIGH

headcanons

atsumu as your roommate

kita finding out you can rap

atsumu with a bitchy but secretly sweet s/o

atsumu with an s/o with cold hands

kita with a really beautiful s/o

atsumu with a really beautiful s/o

osamu with a really beautiful s/o

atsumu crushing on a vb player!reader

osamu crushing on a vb player!reader

suna crushing on a vb player!reader

kita saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

suna with a really beautiful s/o

osamu crushing on an intimidating but clumsy!reader

suna smacking your ass

kissing the wrong twin when drunk

atsumu taking care of his sick s/o

dates with osamu

miya twins with a younger sister

suna fluff headcanons

brother’s best friend suna

osamu when you’re on your period

sfw drabbles

osamu pining after onigiri miya!employee

showering atsumu in appreciation

miya twins finding out about suna’s boyfriend

suna’s boyfriend riding the same travel bus as the vbc

pampering atsumu

prince!osamu x commoner!reader

never not worthy; miya twins

reminder; suna

500 Follower Event

atsumu — hurting their s/o verbally, kissing away their tears

*atsumu — make up sex, praise kink

*osamu — make up sex, praise kink

1k Event — Character Studies

suna rinatarō

miya osamu

miya atsumu

kita shinsuke

JOHZENJI HIGH

headcanons

terushima finding out you can rap

DATE TECH

headcanons

futakuchi finding out you can rap

ITACHIYAMA INSTITUTE

headcanons

sakusa with a really beautiful s/o

sakusa crushing on a vb player!reader

sakusa crushing on an intimidating but clumsy!reader

sfw drabbles

unexpected; sakusa

KAMOMEDAI HIGH

1k Event ━ Character Studies

hoshiumi kōrai

NOHEBI ACADEMY

1k Event ━ Character Studies

daishō suguru

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A Suna Rintraou Series

Sequel to Your Everything

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

A/N: I just had to start writing lmao I can’t stop

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter one: Kageyama Y/N 🤍

Your alarm rang and you rubbed your eyes. You sat up and turned off the alarm from your phone and you stretched causing your whole body to crack.

You put on your glasses and made your way out of your bedroom. You walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on and you got everything ready to make your tea and breakfast. You hummed quietly as you cooked the eggs and toasted some waffles.

“Mommy?” You heard a small voice and you turned to the doorway to see your little girl holding a fox plush. She was rubbing her eyes and her hair was a mess. “Yes baby?” You asked and she hugged your leg. “Can we go to the aquarium soon?” She asked and you chuckled. “Of course.” You said and lifted her in your arms. “We finished that book on marine biology, it’s crazy right?” You asked and she nodded. “The ocean is so big. I want to go to Hawaii one day and dive!” She exclaimed and you smiled. “Well with my new job maybe that can happen soon.” You told her and her eyes twinkled. “Can you wake up your nii-chan please and tell him breakfast is ready?” You asked and she nodded. “Good girl.” You smiled and kissed her forehead. She held your face and kissed your cheek and when you set her down she made her way down the hall to the room she shared with her brother. “Nii-chan breakfast is ready.” She said softly and tried to shake him but he didn’t budge. “Nii-chan mommy made waffles! Come on wake up before she gets mad!” She shook him again but he scooted farther away.

She pouted and she heard your footsteps, she looked at the door to see you leaning against the wall. “Suna Rini, breakfast is ready.” You said sweetly but they knew they were dead if you said their full names. “I’m up mommy I was just playing dead with Akira!” He immediately shot up and you tried not to laugh. You walked to the small bed and you patted his head then pinched his cheek. “Don’t lie to mommy next time please. You know how I feel about that. Breakfast is ready. I made waffles.” You said and kissed his cheek. He kissed back and jumped off the bed.

“OH YEAH WAFFLES! WOOP WOOP!” He yelled and Akira rolled her eyes. “How is he the oldest?” She asked and you shrugged. “He came out first.” You told her and she made her way out the door behind her older brother and you smiled. Today was a good day. It was your first day being a sports commentator for a professional game. You were one during nationals for middle school and high school teams and before you became a commentator you were a referee but you never quit your love for volleyball so you climbed up the ranks. You applied to be a commentator for professional games and to just your luck a man was retiring so you managed to take his spot.

You quickly made your kids bed while they probably started eating and you looked to see the shrine your kids had. Well I mean it’s more like a wall dedicated to their favorite volleyball players. They all happened to be ridiculously handsome and one of them was Miya Atsumu.

Akira is his biggest fan.

There was also their uncle, Tobio. And Ushijima who’s in Tobio’s team. As well as Bokuto who was in Atsumu’s team. Your son adopted a lot of habits the gray haired spiker does and you don’t know if your thankful or annoyed because of that.

Even though Tobio is in Schweiden Alders when they found out he was going against MSBY they dropped him like he never existed. They were dedicated to the black jackals.

Soon enough a waddling Jamie came over with her pregnant belly and she began doing your makeup. You tried to protest the week before but she shushed you and said that you needed to look good for the cameras and in order to catch some volleyball ass.

You reminded her you weren’t looking for a relationship and she’d always lecture you about.

“You’re hot, patient, funny, you’re a package deal!” She would remind you over and over but you weren’t interested in just any volleyball player.

Only one.

He actually made it pro and he looks even more handsome, more fit, and happier.

He wasn’t that quiet and deadpanned boy you fell in love with.

“Excuse me Kuroo-San, I have a few things I kind of wanna go over...” you said after the meeting was dismissed. “Of course what can I do for you, Kageyama?” He smiled and you blushed.

He’s so nice and so handsome.

You cleared your throat and made you way out with him next to you. You needed to do a mic check in the gym. You started asking him a few questions regarding the match and he answered them to the best of his ability. You joked here and there as you made your way through the hallway passing the locker rooms in order to reach the court.

“So, Kageyama..um would you like to get dinner with me sometime?”

You heard a few voices and your children’s laughter. “Dinner? As in like a date?” You asked and he nodded. “I don’t know Kuroo—the thing is is that I’m a single—“ “MOMMY!” Your kids yelled and you were immediately tackled. Kuroo stepped back a bit flabbergasted. You’re a mom? And so young? You’re only a year younger than him.

But yet again everyone thought that.

You gasped loudly and immediately started hugging and kissing your children. You hate being away from them for so long. You kissed their cheeks leaving a stain of your lipstick on there and Rini started whining. “Mom!! You can’t just kiss me like that. Now my face is ruined.” He started rubbing his cheek and you rolled your eyes.

“Have you guys been giving Jamie any trouble?” You asked and they both shook their head and looked at you innocently. You put them down and they ran to Tobio, you’ll talk to him in a bit. What a coincidence that your first match is Tobio’s team against your student Hinata.

“Sorry bout that..they really wanted to see Tobio.” Jamie waddled over and you sighed. “It’s fine I just don’t want you stressing out. If it’s too much to handle them then I’ll get a nanny or something.” You told her and she shook her head. “No it’s fine they’re just so energetic.” She chuckled and you nodded. You honestly weren’t paying attention to who else was in the hall. “I just don’t want you to have to give birth to another stillborn.” You whispered as you gave her a hug and she nodded. “I know I know.”

“Y/N-chan is that you? Since when did you and Jamie get so close! You hated eachother in highschool!” You heard that annoying voice and your stomach dropped. You pulled away and finally looked at the blonde setter. He looked more mature and more fit as well which made sense being pro and everything. “Miya. My name is Kageyama.” You glared at him and his eyes widened. “Are you guys—are you guys together?” He asked and looked down at your hands. Jamie had her beautiful wedding ring plated on her left hand and you had you small diamond ring on your right.

“Jesus Miya, you honestly don’t know which finger the ring is on to indicate someone is married or not?” You raised a brow. “She’s married, I’m not.” You said.

“What about your kids?” He asked and you sucked in a breath.

“I’m a single mom.”

A/N: I’m so excited hehehe I changed this up compared to the teaser/spoiler and I put it in Y/N’s POV

🏷: @therealwalmartjesus @differentballooncollection @aaesuki @atsunflower @dope-squish @prettysetterboiss @june-phantom @tomo-uwu @austriasmariazelle @xrnia @katsulia @aprettyfruit @shut-your-eyes-kiss-me-goodbye @tvbiio @sun-daddy-yoriichi @kamenoyaki @ppangiiroo @loeyprivvv @kmskj92 @lovinnoya @tris-does-stuff @mokkeguts @sunaluvr6969 @bara-rose-would @sempiternal-amour @volleybloop @leykyuu @bokutoichigo @stfucanunot @tpwkatsumu @ohshirabu @shoutosimp @mqrinqcele @bokutosdivineass @anngelllla @toworuu @hidden-otaku-stuff @seijohiselite @caxsthetic @aquariarose @hhwanggu @bakuhoetoedoroki @yoozuku @osamus-onigiri @akaashi-todorki

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GWEN’S MUST-READS

(if you like haikyuu you have to read these at least once before you die)

how to paint the sun by @/voxamcris. I recently had this suggested to me, and yeah it changed my perception of atsumu! he’s written so beautifully broken here, and reader is just developed enough but not overly so. historical au! really great, really well-written.

patches of light by @/miyachondria. yuki (author of how to paint the sun) actually recommended this to me! and oh boy, it made me tear up, which almost never happens now. a twist on your typical forbidden love trope — so much yearning. I physically could NOT stop reading once I started! another historical au, done super tastefully. starring the miya twins.

diner dynamics by @/wackatoshi. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it many more times, but winter is MAGIC. I love everything she writes, so it was hard to just pick a few favorites. this one is a diner au with none other than futakuchi kenji! I fell head over heels for that sucker after reading this — the dialogue is the real star here!! you can taste the rivalry/attraction/hatred/affection through the screen.

under control by @/wackatoshi. again, winter does an excellent job of pacing a classic friends-to-lovers plot line. I really loved the extended metaphor, and it’s written from semi’s perspective, which was cool. really enjoyed his characterization! super sweet.

heartbreak highway last one by @/wackatoshi. the PROSE here is just,,, yeah, it’s awesome. it hurts so good, if you know what I mean. heartbreak never felt so nice.

in orbit by @/neonghxst. probably my favorite atsumu fic on here! I’m usually too impatient to read through a whole fic series, but I binged every chapter for ‘in orbit’ in one sitting! reader is a fully developed character, which I’m usually not a huge fan of, but el did it so tastefully! the character/relationship development had me stunned, honestly — it’s like experiencing an entire life in one fic. you can tell a lot of love went into the writing, too.

inflammable bridges by @/revasserium. another author I really admire! a true master of prose. honestly, the stuff rain writes is publishable. if she wrote a novel, I’d be first in line for a signed copy! this fic is another atsumu one, and it lends this delicious complexity to the idea of love changing as you change too. there is one (1) slightly nsfw reference (not explicit, but be warned if you’re sensitive to that).

finality by @/revasserium. so much YUM! fwb-to-lovers, I very much enjoyed seeing our dear hajime being a lovesick idiot here. a short read, but you get reader and iwa’s whole dynamic and it’s just very cute, please read.

soundtrack of the universe by @/revasserium! I fell in love with noya after this one! I find him really hard to write (and I suspect that’s why there are few fics for him), but this is super well done and paints him into such a pretty character! this fic is also such a mood booster — I reread this when I’m down and it always does the trick HAHA

scintilla by @/star-puff. newest addition to gwen’s fic faves! I couldn’t stop reading once I started — “scintilla” is a raw, tender love story between a girl who’s broken and a boy who’s learning to love her. mainly starring (a very well-characterized) sakusa, and a little sprinkle of atsumu. one of those fics that plucks you right out of this reality and plonks you into another one. I think I sat in silence for at least 15 minutes after finishing. that’s how good it was.

these are just my personal all time favorites! I have other recs under the tag gwensficrecs, so you can look there too! I might keep adding to this post too, because I’m sure there are others I just can’t remember 😭😭

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SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S

▢ AS IF! ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff and a pinch of angst ↳ what you want is what you get. thats how its always been for you growing up. but the one time you let time and destiny do it’s thing, surprise, surprise! it’s not how you want it to be. maybe you‘re just clueless on how things should play out without having it your way.

▢ HISTORY — angst, crack, and fluff ↳ history has a habit of repeating itself. maybe that’s why you found yourself in your ex boyfriend’s apartment at three in the morning. but hey, no hard feelings right?

▢ SO, COFFEE? — pure crack ↳ in which the the fox looking barista keeps fucking up your order just so you can start talking to him.

▢ 1-800-CRUSH HOTLINE ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff and crack ↳ being hopelessly in love with someone who doesn’t even give a fuck about his surroundings is tough. to watch him grow up before your very eyes, it was hard not to fall in love with him. luckily, there’s new lovebot going around twitter. what could possibly go wrong in anonymously proclaiming your feelings, right?

▢ FUCKBOY!HAIKYUU ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗

TEXTS:

KARASUNO FINDING OUT YOU’RE DATING THEIR TEAMMATE, [PT.2]

BROTHERS FINDING OUT YOU’RE DATING THEIR TEAMMATE, [PT.2]

KARASUNO AS YOUR ROOMMATE

FINDING OUT THEY CHEATED

CYBERSEX’ SONG LYRIC PRANK

HEADCANONS:

▢ SMALL S/O WHO JUMPS ON THEM —sawamura, tsukishima

▢ LINKING PINKIES —kageyama, tsukishima, sugawara

▢ HOW YOU COMFORT THEM AFTER A GAME —atsumu, kita, osamu, suna

▢ CUDDLE WEATHER —kageyama, kita, suna

▢ THE TYPE OF KPOP STANS THEY ARE —suna, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, kenma, oikawa, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, akaashi

AOBA JOHSAI

iwaizumi hajime

FIRST KISS ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff

oikawa tooru

SLEEPY S/O oik — fluff

FUKURODANI

akaashi keiji

STICKY NOTES — fluff

bokuto koutarou

GOOD — fluff

BED HEAD ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff

INARIZAKI

kita shinsuke

STEAL MY GIRL ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff

HOME — fluff

miya atsumu

VIDEO GAMES — fluff

suna rintarou

FWB!SUNA ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff and suggestive themes

IN ANOTHER LIFE — angst

3:01 PM — crack

KARASUNO

kageyama tobio

GIVING YOU HIS JACKET ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff

FLIRTING BACK GONE WRONG — fluff

5:15 PM — fluff

SLEEPOVERS ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff

A RELATIONSHIP WITH KAGS — fluff

THE SAME NIGHTMARES — angst

9:19 PM — fluff

TRAINING WHEELS — fluff

tsukishima kei’s top pick

THE NIGHT AFTER — fluff

NEKOMA

kuroo tetsurou

EYE FUCKED ˗ˏˋ author’s pick! ´ˎ˗ — fluff

MARRY YOU — fluff

SHIRATORIZAWA

ushijima wakatoshi

BEING WITH A CAPTAIN S/O — fluff

WORD DUMP — a word dump is my own series of random blurbs. most of them are for my own self indulgent needs. characters are randomly picked depending who i’m feeling.

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Haikyuu Masterlist - Scenarios

(last updated: 23/08/24) (SFW unless otherwise stated)

Rice’s Directory

Warnings: All my fics have characters aged up to at least mid-20s.

Haikyuu Masterlist

By Character || By Headcanons

Scenarios (by character)

Miya Osamu

10-05-22

4 AM (Miya Osamu)

A Party of Two

A Breakdown (see warnings)

A Valentine’s Reminder

At Your Feet (nsfw)

Be Cling on Your Day Off

Beach Trip (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Because You’re You

Break for Luck; Break for Luck 2 (nsfw) ; Break for Luck 3 (nsfw)

Breakfast in Bed

Chest

Closing Hours (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Devour Me (nsfw)

Dinnertime-Not

Entwined

Even the Locker Room (nsfw)

Filthy (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

First Kiss

First Thing In the Morning (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Forgetting Something? (see warnings)

Fox Den (nsfw) (kinktober)

Fucking Ovaries

Get It Out of Your System (nsfw) (kinktober)

Give Them A Show (nsfw)

Here (see warnings)

His One and Only Good Girl (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

I Can’t Sleep (nsfw) (kinktober)

In This Life

Long Nights (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Open 24/7 (see warnings)

Needy (nsfw)

Repose

Restless

Rewards (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Small Family Dinner

Start of a Scandalous Summer (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

The Proposal

The Train Home (nsfw)

Told Ya to Be Good (nsfw)

Soon

Straightforward

The Date

The Wedding(?) Nightmare

The Wife’s Apron (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Wake Me Up for Dinner

Work Visit (nsfw)

Miya Atsumu

4 AM (Miya Atsumu)

A Gorgeous Mess (server collab)

Fox Den (nsfw) (kinktober)

Home With You (server collab)

Mirror, Mirror in the Bedroom (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Nice Proposal (nsfw)

Puppy Surprise

Reverence (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Shut Up (nsfw)

Workaholic Nights

Suna Rintarou

Fox Den (nsfw) (kinktober)

Make Me Cry More (nsfw)

More? (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Please… (nsfw)

Really Pretty (nsfw) (kinktober)

The Last and First Stop (nsfw) (see warnings) (server collab)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Event of the Night (nsfw) (kinktober)

Punishment (nsfw)

Unspoken (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Kuroo Tetsurou

A Breakdown (see warnings)

Because You’re You

Finally Home (nsfw) (kinktober)

Give Them A Show (nsfw)

In This Life

Please Say Yes

Recharge

Work Night (nsfw)

Bokuto Koutarou

In This Life

Akaashi Keiji

Because You’re You

In This Life

Lull of the Sea (see warnings)

Matsukawa Issei

Above Average (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Catching Up (nsfw)

Promised Meal (nsfw) (kinktober)

Sordid (nsfw) (see warnings) (server collab)

Hanamaki Takahiro

Catching Up (nsfw)

Giving (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Iwaizumi Hajime

Easy Mode

Wolves (nsfw)

Kyoutani Kentarou

Soft

Wolves (nsfw)

Daichi Sawamura

Hello Officer (nsfw) (kinktober)

Hinata Shoyo

Give Them A Show (nsfw)

Kageyama Tobio

An Office Visit (nsfw)

No Longer (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

The Quiet Sort (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Tsukishima Kei

Discreetly Scandalous (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Wait (nsfw)

Hirugami Sachiro

Escalate (nsfw)

Feral (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Sweeter Dreams

Futakuchi Kenji

Bad Day (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Maddening (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Crying It Out Softly (see warnings)

“I Don’t Mind”

Daishou Suguru

Maybe Suspicious (nsfw) (see warnings) (thirst drabble)

Princess or Brat (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

Still (nsfw) (thirst drabble)

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stephanie-black · 1 year ago

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LOVE SICK

a suna rintarou social media au

pairing. suna rintarou x f!reader

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn’t refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

tags. social media au, college au, fake dating, matchmaker, romance, crack, humor, fluff!

warnings. time stamps are irrelevant !!, foul language (aka cursing), drinking/alcohol

status. on-going (02/15/24 —)

— playlist.

teasers

[name]’s reading list | suna’s playlist | [name]’s in trouble !

profiles

ppl who think love sucks + [name] | inarizaki dogs

episodes !

chapter names may be subjected to change as the fic goes along.

( ❥ ) — has narrative parts

ACT I

01. romance 101 w [l/n] [name] !

02. aren’t you like, cupid

03. absolutely insane

04. sweetest girlfriend

05. it’s all cliché and full of obvious red flags ( ❥ )

06. passion is a passing thing

07. keep your eyes on me ( ❥ )

08. i’m just a girl

09. im a matchmaker not a mathematician

10. ur like an exothermic reaction

ACT II

11. a witch! she’s a witch!

12. my dearest,

13. lol didn’t think u were mine

14. who cares if he’s a bit psychotic (he’s hot)

15. the grumpy x sunshine trope

16. shitty romance books

17. will they won’t they

18. season of hearts

19. touch some grass

20. and the world stills

ACT III

21. being with you is ecstasy

22. will they/won’t they

23. you hate me? so enemies to lovers?

24. dead, shattered, devastated

tba !

taglist is OPEN !

to be added to the taglist you can just send in an ask or comment :)

notes. hi so this was like supposed to be posted on valentines but i got impatient and hey its still the month of love so whatever ehe will not start till i finish nonsense since i need to learn how to do stuff one at a time! but yeah super excited to make this bc i love fake dating and i love suna rintarou hohoho thank you guys sm for 400 followers i love you all <3

icons used as pfps are not mine but the content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2023

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stephanie-black · 1 year ago

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Haikyuu!! fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

・・・・・・

GENERAL

TEAMS

~ KARASUNO ↪︎w/Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara & Coach Ukai

~ NEKOMA ↪︎w/Kuroo & Kenma

~ FUKORODANI ↪︎w/Bokuto, Akaashi & Konoha

~ AOBA JOHSAI ↪︎w/Oikawa & Iwazumi

~ SHIRATORIZAWA ↪︎w/Ushijima & Semi

~ INARIZAKI ↪︎w/Osamu, Atsumu, Suna & Kita

~ ITACHIYAMA ↪︎w/Sakusa

~ JOHZENJI ↪︎w/Terushima

~ DATE TECH↪︎w/Aone & Futakuchi

~ MSBY BLACK JACKALS ↪︎w/Hinata, Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto & Meian

~ EJP RAIJIN ↪︎w/Suna

MASTERLISTS RECS

@ 215-luv’s masterlist

@ admiringlove’s masterlist

@ adoringhaikyuu’s masterlist

@ atsumiye’s masterlist

@ atzuums’ masterlist

@ babiedeku’s masterlist

@ carameian’s masterlist

@ cinnamonreccs’ masterlist

@ cinnamonruts’ masterlist

@ dokifluffs’ masterlist

@ elysianslove’s masterlist

@ fushiguroll´s masterlist

@ inumaaki´s masterlist

@ iwadori’s masterlist

@ kageyuji’s masterist

@ kaiijo’s masterlist

@ kitashousewife’s masterlist

@ kitashinsvks’ masterlist

@ krappykawa’s masterlist

@ krisdreaming’s masterlist

@ kodaiki´s masterlist

@ kuroopaisen’s masterlist

@ kuroosweakness’ masterlist

@ kybabi’s masterlist

@ misora-msby’s masterlist

@ miyababes’ masterlist

@ onetouchq’s masterlist

@ peach-pops’ masterlist

@ pockyxx’s masterlist

@ quirrrky’s masterlist

@ rinslutz’s masterlist

@ sashimiyashi’s masterlist

@ sckyie’s masterlist 1, masterlist 2

@ shibaraki’s masterlist (nsfw)

@ sir-kuroo’s masterlist (nsfw)

@ starrysamu’s masterlist

@ sunasbabie’s masterlist

@ svnaslove’s masterlist

@ tobiosmilktea’s masterlist

@ uwurakax’s masterlist

@ violetarks’ masterlist

・・・・・・

Updated:07-June-2024

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stephanie-black · 1 year ago

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Haikyu men thinking of you while masturbating - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the second part for timeskip Suna, Iwaizumi and Kuroo. Hope you like it and let me know what you think :)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4

Rintarou Suna

He feels them on his body again; these eyes. They are fixed on him as he gets out of the swimming pool, he practically feels them burning on him. Suna turns his head into your direction and you stare right back at him, peeking over your book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that you’ve just been caught staring. You quickly avert your gaze, moving your book to shield your face from his gaze. He tries to keep his expression blank, but he can’t help a small, cocky smile tugging at his lips at your cute reaction.

He makes his way to his chair, which is placed just a few meters away from yours. And if you were the one staring before, it’s now his turn. You continue reading, or maybe you’re just pretending to, he's not sure. Suna observes you, his green eyes hungry. This isn’t the first time he has ogled you since you were laying there. But this time, he is shameless.

His narrow eyes are trained on your face as he watches you nibble on your bottom lip, a slight frown painted on your face. Your lips look so plush and soft. His gaze drops lower, noticing the way a single droplet of water runs down your chest, along your exposed cleavage. He notices your beautiful tummy, your gorgeous waist, your pretty legs. Your body is wet and slippery. He wonders how soft your skin would feel against his palms, as his hands smooth over your curves.

And as Rinatrou watches you, warmth spreads through his body. He gazes at your delicate hands holding your book. He is curious as to what else they can do. How would they feel tangled in his hair, holding onto him as you would pull him closer? How would your lips feel on his, kissing him, tasting each other?

He wants to tease you by biting your bottom lip softly, just like you do now. Fuck, he can’t seem to get his eyes away from you. He’s full on staring, imagining things, vast lewd scenarios. Suna swallows hard, his mouth is getting dry.

Then you turn your head, catching his eyes. Suna is completely caught off guard. He sure as hell wasn’t prepared for locking eyes with you. Suddenly, he is painfully aware of his heart pounding against his chest, fast and hard. And then a small smile spreads across your face, your eyes glinting with amusement. Oh my god.

He isn’t capable of returning your smile, he just peers at you. You’re truly breathtaking. He keeps on staring right into your captivating eyes.

Fuck, why does he feel so hot all of a sudden? He was just cooling off in the water. After a few seconds, which feel like lifetimes for Rintarou, you turn your head back, concentrating on your book. And he does the same, staring ahead of him. But he doesn’t even perceive what is going on around him.

He just notices arousal cursing through his body, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than you. But he ignores you sternly. And then it dawns on him, that his usual cool exterior can’t be hold up anymore. Not when he feels blood rushing down to his cock.

Suna quickly gets up, taking long strides to the changing rooms. Fuck, this really can’t be happening right now. Well, now he isn’t that cocky anymore.

He quickly shuts the door of the changing room behind him. He leans against the door, letting out a deep breath. His eyes travel down his body. Yeah, that’s bad. His dick is now full on straining against his trunks. He rubs his hand over his face, pushing his wet hair back. He has to take care of that. Now. Luckily the room is empty, so it’s now or never.

Rintarou sighs as he tugs his trunks down. His cock springs free, right into his hand, urging to get a release. Some strands of his brown hair hang into his field of vision, as he watches his fist dragging up and down his shaft. He can already see pre-cum leaking from his slit. Did you bewitch him or something?

He drags his thumb over his slit, spreading his cum. He throws his head back, a quiet grunt falling from his lips. Suna imagines you being here with him. He sees your body next to him, wet and slippery as his hands would slide up your sides, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your breasts. Your wet hair framing your face beautifully, as your eyes look at him pleadingly.

These fucking eyes. What could he discover in them, when you have your lips wrapped around his fingers, your tongue dancing around his fingertips. His other fingers buried deep in your pussy, thrusting into you painfully slow. “Messy girl” he breathes, as he imagines your arousal dripping down his hand. Suna is so wrapped up in his fantasy, the thought of someone trying to enter the room doesn’t even cross his mind. The faint possibility of it only heightens his lust.

Rintarou visualizes sinking his thick dick into your soaking hole, fucking you against the door, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Such a filthy girl, having sex in a public changing room. He suppresses a groan falling from his parted mouth, as his pace increases. He imagines you sucking his fingers again, desperately trying to muffle your whimpers and moans from spilling.

He pumps faster into his swollen tip, his hips bucking, thrusting into his fist. After a few thrust his orgasm washes over him. He cums with a staggered groan, his cum shooting out of him as he imagines cumming deep inside of you, as you clench around him, milking him dry.

Suna still pants heavily as he snaps out of his daze. He comes back into the here and now, realizing what just happened. Fuck, this might be the fastest time he has ever managed to cum.

Hajime Iwaizumi

And there you are again; Tuesday evening, as usual. Iwaizumi would lie to himself if he said he didn’t wait for you. He actually picked up a habit; going to the gym when he guesses you will be there as well.

He has seen you a few times, always looking stunning. He tries his best not to stare; there are already enough men staring at you without him. But he can’t help himself, his eyes automatically searching for you.

Today, you’re wearing tight leggings and a skimpy sports bra. Shit; it will be hard for him to concentrate on his training.

Hajime tries to ignore you, continuing his training. He lifts his weighs, does his pull-ups and deadlifts. But between every of his sets his gaze flickers to you. He tries to look respectfully. But when you start doing squats, he doesn’t know if he still looks respectfully.

His eyes are fixed on your figure as you dip down. Your ass. He really has no words. Iwaizumi can’t help wondering how it would look bare, without the bothering excuse of pants.

He reaches for his water bottle, his eyes still fixed on your form. He gulps down water, some dripping down his chin, staining his shirt. He doesn’t even notice, his gaze now trailing over your features. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at you; your eyes still take his breath away. They are bright and beautiful. And - oh my god - they stare right back at him. He meets your piercing gaze. Shit, when did you turn your head!?

He nearly chokes on his water. Iwaizumi feels his cheeks burning, his chest tightening. Fuck. He lowers the bottle from his lips in slow-motion. This is so embarrassing. Wait - are you laughing at him? Uhm… yes. You are.

You are … smiling at him? He feels his chest warming up. Your smile is so sweet. He tries his best to return it, but he isn’t sure if any of his face muscles obey his will. And then it’s over. You turn your head again and concentrate on your work-out. Iwaizumi gives his best to follow your example, but now he is all over the place. Shit. What did you do to him?

A frown is painted on his face for the rest of his workout. He doesn’t dare to look at you anymore. When he is finished, he heads straight to the changing room. And that is when his eyes catch you again. But this time you’re behind the large glass window, in one of the class rooms. Is this - You’re attending a yoga class? His eyes goes wide. This is new. And he likes it. No. He loves it.

Hajime stands on the edge of the window, your back turned to him. He is sure he is safely hidden from your sight. And it seems that you are totally wrapped up in your practice, that you wouldn’t notice anything. At least that is what he tells himself because his eyes can’t seem to leave your figure.

His gaze lingers on you, far, far too long. He drinks up every move of yours. How you bend and flow, your body twisting in every possible position. Wow. You’re quite flexible, Iwaizumi notes. This thought alone makes his mouth run dry. He knows it’s creepy, but the rational part of his brain has shut off since you flashed him your sweet smile. Your skin is painted with a sheen layer of sweat, making your skin glow.

With every passing minute the tension in his body rises, but Hajime can’t seem to get away. He feels heat traveling down to his cock, but instead of trying to leave he just stands there, glued to the spot, continuing to watch you. Only when he hears footsteps approaching behind him, he snaps out of it and gets going.

His hurried footsteps take him to the changing room. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes and curses silently to himself. Fuck. He isn’t a teenager anymore, why is he standing here with a raging erection? Why is this happening, now of all times? Luckily, the other men in the changing room don’t seem to notice.

Iwaizumi lets out a deep sigh. He has to do something about that. Now. He quickly moves towards the bathroom, closing the door of the bathroom stall behind him.

He tugs his pants and his boxer down in one pull. His cock springs free, throbbing to get his release. He lifts the hem of his shirt, biting down onto it, because he knows; he will have trouble to stay silent. Especially, when the images of you keep flooding his mind. He knows he can’t function, if he doesn’t spill them out of him. So he spits into his hand, gripping his thick dick tightly. He starts dragging his hand along the length of his cock, his half-lidded eyes fixed on his doing. But his mind is fixed on something else.

Hajime sees you, sticking up your ass, arching your back. Sweat dripping down your chest. He can’t help wondering how your beautiful ass would feel in his hand. Kneading it, spanking it, seeing waves ripple on it as he pounds into you from behind.

His other hand steadies him on the wall of the bathroom stall as he accelerate his pace, his biceps flexing. He imagines having his way with you in his bed; bending you into every form and position he pleases. The way your pussy would feel around him, as he would thrust into you. How you would pant and whimper when he fills you up.

His hand continues dragging along the length of his dick. His shirt luckily muffles the whimper escaping his mouth, when his thumb drags along his slit, feeling pre-cum slick against his finger.

Iwaizumi wonders how well you would take him, how tight your walls would wrap around him. How loud would you cry when he makes you cream around his cock? He can only imagine the sinful sounds falling from your lips, the lewd noise of your soaking pussy filling up his room.

The grip on his cock becomes stronger, his bicep flexes as he pumps faster. His other hand on the wall holds tighter, his head dipping low as his half-lidded eyes fixate on his fist.

He watches his hand stroking up and down his cock, concentrating on his sensitive tip. Iwaizumi imagines your ass in front of him, as he cums with a muffled groan. His hips jerk into his fist, as his hot cum shoots out of him, staining his hand and dripping down onto the floor as he pants heavily.

Oh how he wishes he could paint your ass with his spent instead. But what he longs even more for, is a private workout session. He’s sure he could make it worth your while.

Tetsurou Kuroo

“Shit” Kuroo mutters under his breath. A deep sigh slips from his lips as he drags his hand over his face. He looks at the time on his computer screen; it’s already a few minutes past midnight. And he still has so much work to do.

He would argue that this isn’t entirely his fault. Well, it is. But you’re also at fault. Because no matter how hard Tetsurou tries to concentrate, his mind always wanders back to you. This isn’t a new occurrence for him. But this time, he can’t seem to banish you from his mind. Because today, for the first time, he didn’t have to stare at you from afar, like he usually does. Today, after lusting over you since you started working with him, you were alone with him for a few minutes. Alone, right next to him in his office.

And when Tetsurou thinks about that moment, he is sure, he won’t be able to finish his work without getting these thoughts of you out of his head. He takes a deep breath, loosening his tie and tilting his head back against the chair. No. No, he really shouldn’t do this. A part of him knows it’s wrong, he shouldn’t think about a colleague in such a way.

Normally, Kuroo wouldn’t entertain such thoughts about a coworker. But it’s you. With you, oh with you, it’s different. For you, he would break any rule. He feels his blood run hot, lust cursing through his weary body. It’s already so late, his mind dull from working the whole day.

So he succumbs, his hand palming his already hardened dick through his pants. He hisses quietly and he swears, he can still smell your scent lingering in his office. Kuroo takes another deep breath and recalls earlier today.

The way you came into his office, your high heels clicking on the floor. Your beautiful long legs in your black tights. Fuck, this image alone could make him cum on the spot.

He knows it has no use trying to stop here. Not when he can practically still feel you being here in the room with him.

Kuroo opens his pants, pulling down his boxers, revealing his hard and throbbing dick. He takes his cock into his hand, stroking lazily up and down. He supposes the whole building is empty, so he doesn’t bother to suppress his low groan. His half-lidded eyes are trained on the spot where you stood earlier.

He sees you standing there again, in your tight skirt. The way you hunched over to show him something on his computer screen. He could appreciate your features from up close; your striking eyes looking at him questionably, if he understood everything. The way you moved a piece of hair over your shoulder.

His hand picks up the pace slightly, as his eyes drift shut. He could have taken you right then and there. His large hands grabbing you, pulling up your skirt, feeling on you. He could rip your tights apart, revealing your panties to him. Or maybe you’re wearing stockings underneath. At this thought alone, his impatient hand speeds up the pace; pumping hurriedly into his swollen tip.

Bending you over his desk, sinking into you, noticing how wet you are for him. And he knows - he just knows - that you like that; the possibility of people hearing you as he pounds into you.

And he just imagines the pretty sounds he could elicit your plush lips. Sweet moans and whimpers falling on his ears, as he does you so good, making you feel so satisfied. “Make some noise for me” Kuroo mutters, his hand squeezing harder around his throbbing cock, as more and more sinful pictures come into his mind.

Your ass jiggling with every thrust of his, your wrists wrapped in his tie, your back arched for him. His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his strokes getting faster.

And he just envisions how it’s not his hand but your pussy around him, spasming and fluttering around his pulsing length. A few deep groans fall from Kuroo’s parted lips as he feels his orgasm nearing. He focuses on his swollen tip until he cums hard with a low groan. His hips jerk shallowly, his thighs tensing, as his hot cum drips down his balls and onto his hand.

Oh, what he would give to see his cum dripping down your thighs instead, staining your stockings white.

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[12:03 P.M.]

“what’s wrong with ‘em, eh?” one of the twins chimes to the other in question regarding their dark haired friend.

“hm? oh suna?” atsumu hums, smile stretching ear to ear when he also realizes the deep-in-thought expression on said students face. “he’s just got a crush, ‘s all.”

osamu scoffs at his twin, brushing his teasing tone off with a flick of his hand. “yeah, right.”

“just look at ‘im!” atsumu pointed over to suna, who’s sitting up at the bench of the great hall just across from the blonde. and like atsumu said, suna’s expression is not the usual one he holds when he’s mindlessly not paying attention. sure, he’s got the sleep deprived and bored look on his face down, but anyone can see the crease between his brows as if he’s in deep concentration.

osamu follows suna’s line of sight, and raises his brows in surprise when he finds it goes down two table across - past the gryffindor row - and onto you, sitting beside your hufflepuff buddies. he was staring right at you.

“a hufflepuff?” osamu blurts incredulously at the fact. “suna, you have a crush on a hufflepuff?” when he doesn’t respond right away, osamu tugs at the black and green sleeve of his robe.

atsumu answers for him. “y/n y/l/n,” he says matter-of-factory with a beam. meanwhile atsumu says this, osamu’s still busting himself trying to snap suna out of his trance by waving a hand in front of his eyes.

that only makes his twin snap his forward with a scowl. “ey, how come you know this before i do?”

it isn’t a surprise that usually the dyed grayhead was usually the one on the intel first, especially regarding the darker haired boy who’s still yet to say a word, so having atsumu be the one delivering the news for a change seems to unnerve him.

“he’s only been staring at her every class we have together.” atsumu rolls his eyes as if it’s a bother to him. to him!

suna drowned out their conversation the minute they sat down in their seats across and beside him for lunch. he’d only been interested in seeing you, the way you giggled to your friends about some fickle thing he’d probably roll his eyes at or snort at, the way you talked so animatedly about anything that came to mind, the way your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you were unsure about something; he thinks the latter was the reason he was so drawn to you in the first place.

just a few weeks prior, in herbology, while you stared at two vials of herbs you simply couldn’t tell the difference between, it was the raven haired who’d sneakily walked up to with that signature deadpan look.

“y’know I hear if you do a facial expression long enough, it becomes your resting face,” suna’d said, making you jump in place and one vial slip out of your hands. luckily for you, the dark haired student caught it easily by reach down slightly – it seemed like he knew it was going to happen.

“oh! thanks,” you muttered, breathing out a small sigh of relief.

suna rocked on the heels of his feet, passing you the vial. “what’re you looking at anyway?”

you answered him as if he’s no stranger – and he decides he likes that about you. “it’s just, i’m a visual learner so for quizzes and exams, seeing the difference in herbs helps me differentiate them but these two are far close in color, i can’t seem to find a deciding factor. what do you see?” and then you held both bottles in front of his eyes, making him blink, a little startled.

“um, when grown out, wormwood has yellow flowers while nettle have none. purely based on these,” suna paused to squint at the vials, hoping whatever he’s saying sounded articulate enough, “nettles got those stinging hair things along the leaves if you look close enough.”

upon further inspection, your eyes widened a fraction when you realize he’s right. before you can thank him, he spoke up again.

“they’ve got these bottles labeled though, what’d you need to memorize them for?” suna scratched the back of his ear.

“it never hurts to know a little more,” you grinned up at him. suna’s attention shifted when you turn your head to wave at another student. he took that as your leave, stepping away with a pressed smile – the nicest one he could muster at least. “thanks for the help, suna!”

suna. his eyes widened a bit at the fact that you knew his name. hell, had you been in the same class as him for semesters and it’s now that he’s finally noticing you?

“er- no problem,” he trailed off, suddenly feeling hot in his green robe out of embarrassment.

“y/n,” you answered for him, but your smile never wavers. “i’m y/n.” and then you’re off, scurrying over to your friend, mostly likely off to your next class of the day.

that was the first moment suna recalls that he’d been captivated by you. why he approached you in the first place, he can’t say, he just knows it was a gravitational thing of sorts (he rolls his eyes at the thought of something so sappy but still, that’s what it was).

from that moment forward, he accidentally brush shoulders with yours on your way to and from classes, maybe exchanging a hello upon seeing you or a knowing glance when professor sprout mentioned something about wormwood.

“he’s down bad,” atsumu muses, propping his chin into his hand as his elbow rests against the hardwood table. “going to hufflepuff quidditch matches even when our house’s not playin’.”

“he can’t go to matches when we’re playing,” osamu deadpans. “he’s on the team, dimwit.”

“would you both shut up?” suna finally speaks, glaring at the two whose voices are becoming incredibly higher each passing moment. any higher, your table would surely hear your name coming from one of the dumbass twins, utterly embarrassing the ravenhead.

“so, he speaks,” osamu grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “so a hufflepuff got our boy’s heart, huh?”

suna doesn’t answer, only sneering a sound in response to which the twins laugh to themselves all while slapping the back of their friend, maybe in a congratulatory way? or teasing way? knowing the twins, it was most likely the latter.

sure, he didn’t say it out loud but anyone who looked hard enough could tell that suna was wrapped around your finger in a way he never thought possible.

and unbeknownst to him, at your table, you were being poked at teased at by your own friends. and the best part? it was regarding the dark haired slytherin in your herbology class that you can’t seem to stop staring at during class.

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Taken for Granted (MSBY + Iwa x Reader)

Summary: You were their angel in disguise and they did a great job of destroying that too (starts fluffy and ends angsty. comfort in part 2 if requested)

Pairing: MSBY 4 + Meian and Iwa x reader (a little bit Kageyama and ushijima x reader)

Trigger warnings: Harsh words from the boys! (except shouyo)

MINI UPDATE: I made a tag for this (taken for granted) and if an ask post comes under it its cause I have an update in that or I’m asking for an opinion so yeah just help me out when you see me asking for an opinion on what you guys want let me know!!! OKie enjoyyyy

Mini Update 2: TAGLIST is now closed…cause well there are 60 0f you and one of me and the one of me is overwhelmed and has not eaten in two days T_T

ALSO FYI: I get one more rude message or ask about when I’m going to write Part 2 or why I haven’t written it yet and I swear to god I wont write it. I write these things and share them cause they bring me comfort and I would like to think they bring some of you comfort as well but I also have a life outside of this app/ website believe it or not and that life takes precedence so please

The MSBY jackals team was chaotic… unbelievably talented and chaotic.

It was a known fact not just through the team and their close friends but through the volleyball community as a whole.

On the court they were unstoppable. A force to be reckoned with. Each player shining in his own way with a trainer who always made sure the boys were at their best but off the court they were all man babies who had never grown up in some area or the other.

You had Atsumu who really was just a whiny-5-year-old-golden-retriever-boy who would give his love to anyone who fed him. More than once Meian or Sakusa have had to pull him away from strangers. Yes he had grown up since his Inarizaki days but not that much. He treated emotional maturity more like choice based on what the situation called for.

Then came big boy Bokuto whose mood swings and depressed moods required a gentle and sensitive touch along with a never ending patience. Though having improved from his high school days Bo liked to be babied and when he didn’t get the attention he wanted he became oh so sulkier.

Hinata though an absolute ray of sunshine seemed to dance his way into troublesome situations that somehow never had anything to do with him. He needed stern reminders to take breaks and when you put him together with ‘tsumu and bo… well lets just say they were the trifecta for trouble.

Sakusa you would think is the balance in the group. Mature, calm and collected and having significantly improved his social skills would be a PR dream but NOPE. He was still stubborn and absolutely detested being roped into the shenanigans of the above mentioned boys yet somehow was always at the centre of it all. He always had a long list of demands and was a control freak beyond belief. He like Bo liked his attention but refused to ask for it which made him all the more difficult.

Together they put Meain (the tired-too-old-for-this-dad) and Iwaizumi the short tempered mom through the ringer. Finding a manager at this point felt like trying to find a nanny for children who could not be tamed. They had gone through more managers than there were players. Imagine the sigh of relief that the whole Volleyball community takes when finally you enter.

At first glance it seemed like meat being thrown to the wolves. You seemed so delicate with a soft smile and only spoke in gentle tones. You refused to wear sports gear to the boiling hot gym and court. When asked about it you would shrug and say just because the boys were sweaty doesn’t mean you needed to be. Much more comfortable in your flowy wide legged pants and knotted shirts. You were the image of soft. Meain and Iwa, both took one look at you and passed you off as another forgotten name manager who wouldn’t have a backbone…

So imagine their surprise when one stern and strongly worded scolding from you finally got Atsumu to stop running off at games for food or to flirt with the next cute person he saw. He still bickered with the others but finally learnt to stop when he was pushing it too far.

“‘Tsumu you walk away more than once from the team today and I will be throwing away the onigiri I had Samu specially make for you so you would have a snack for after the game AND I will make sure to schedule you for drills and cardio at night which I know you hate!”

They could only watch open mouthed as one hug and gentle smile or tender look form you had Bokuto coming out of his emo moods and bounding over to show everyone why he was the best. You didn’t even have to say anything for Bokuto to know exactly what you were telling him which always made him jump back up… Magic!

“Bo Its one practice match… you know that right? mistakes are made and thats okay! Its not all on you and what matter more is that you played your best… all you can do is learn from today okay?”

Hinata finally was no longer found in stare off’s and confrontations with people he did not know, you would twirl your way in and with an enduring smile and soft spoken words would diffuse the situation and bring their tangerine back to them.

“Hi there gentlemen! I don’t know what the problem is but I can assure you that Hinata san had no part in it since he was with me the whole time… Aaah yes I am the manager and thank you so much for understanding. If you don’t mind I’ll be taking him with me! We have a match to prepare for!!”

Most impressive of all was how you had Sakusa’s needs down to a T. No longer did he have conflicting schedules that meant he refused to train that day or had to wait till the evening for the clean up crew to finish. He was always the first one in and out. Every habit was indulged from making all the boys clean up and sanitise after themselves to wearing gloves whenever you had to hand something to him. His stuff was kept separately from the others and sanitised more regularly and best of all you always place him in between Bokuto and Atsumu for interviews so they could carry the conversation.

“Hi Sakusa-san, I hope you had a restful weekend!! Here some sanitiser and don’t worry I stayed and Sanitised all the volleyballs so you’re all good to go!”

Meian no longer needed to wrangle them together for the events and make sure they had cleaned up properly. He was now a semi-tired-middle-aged dad who had a little more calm in his life. Since your arrival Iwa no longer had to check his blood pressure everyday and ended his day with a smile.

You were their angel in disguise…

But that also meant you were sometimes their figurative punching bag.

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stephanie-black · 1 year ago

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fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

genre. love triangle type. 18+ series content. college au, fwb, explicit sexual content, slow burn

completed.

chapters.

oh cool — still winning — yours — not not serious — burn — best — kinda nice — sorry, my bad — fan favorite — rin — of course — an agreement — wreck his world —somebody's losing — need it — this is real — alone — all along — no idea — more than — bad — ily — real talk — get it now — you don't mean it — how much changed — knowing — maybe — fuck it — do what you do — right here

extras. — ao3 crosspost

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stephanie-black · 1 year ago

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— blue. | tenth act.

+ suna rintarō x fem!reader. HEAVY angst. explicit smut. fluff. mean!suna. soulmate!au. highschool/college. family drama. bullying. illness. explicit language.

+ masterlist.

tenth.

Why you?

The question never stopped spiraling inside your head while arranging the funeral. It had never stopped bugging your system even when you were greeting and receiving your father’s former colleagues. It has never left your mind while you shake hands, talk to people about your dad, and accept sympathies. Sympathies that had been your only salvation over the cruelest thing life had to throw at you.

When was it when the doctor told your father that he was a hopeless case? When was it when he came back crying, pulling you in his chest while muttering apologies until his voice cracked and his throat bled? When was it when you began making trips at the local drugstore after school to buy medicines that would never work on him?

You were fourteen. Trudging in the middle of middle school.

From then on, your life has been a circle of home and school. Never silent phone, unending excuses as to why you needed your device with you even at exams, and bags full of medical receipts and doctor’s appointments. Albeit being woken up by the sad reality that you’d lose your last parent sooner, it was never a burden. Never.

Some would say that it was reprieve. You were still young, after all. A girl of eighteen years, finally free of the obligation of taking care of her sick father. But why, why did his death pour more rocks onto your shoulder? More and more that it was almost unbearable. Almost.

The only reason that had kept you standing was the thought that he’d finally been freed of his illness. Now, he’s probably smiling with your mother in his arms. They might’ve been looking down at you with tears in their eyes for leaving their only daughter to face the world alone. However, you knew that their trust that you’d keep living and pushing forward was stronger than their melancholy.

They were right. You have prepared yourself for this. Ever since your father cried and told you about his illness. But it didn’t hurt less. No, it didn’t.

Lila was hugging you, her cheek sticking to the curve of your shoulder as the Priest muttered prayers in front of your father’s casket. He drawled about how sad the day was to see a brother go, but fear not because he’d been welcomed in the arms of the Lord.

You didn’t cry. Not even when you weakly flapped your mouth, speaking the eulogy that came right from your heart in front of the people at the wake. You didn’t cry as you reminisced how it felt like whenever your father would hug you after patching the scrapes on your knee. How you would laugh at his bedraggled face, his necktie loose, apologizing repeatedly at your nursery teacher for picking you up late. You didn’t cry as you remembered how salty the eggs he’d cook for you always were, and how he’d scratch the back of his neck, promising that he’d do better next time. You didn’t cry.

Now, it was time to say goodbye. Your tear ducts were heavy, but the tears won’t come. The tears refused to blur your sight even after throwing the white rose you were holding down to his casket.

It was done before you knew it. There were pats on your back, pats on your head, whispers of ‘Just tell us what we can do’ and ‘Don’t hesitate to ask for help’ until it was only Miss Aori and Lila beside you.

“You can do this, Y/N. I’m always here for you. Me and my family. I’m one call away,” Lila reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek while gripping your hand.

The wind blew harshly at your face. The intensity of it disrupted the flowers scattered over your father’s grave.

“Y/N.” Miss Aori spoke your name like cotton touching cotton. “I know this isn’t the right time to say this, but I’ve heard that you’re selling your house? If you want, you can stay with me while you fix things. I’d be happy to take you in.”

“Miss Aori... that’s too much. I can’t ask that of you. I’m going to be fine on my own,” you told her. Now that you were completely alone, you couldn’t depend on others for the things you needed. You had to become stronger.

Miss Aori only smiled. “I’ll be waiting for you, okay? If you don’t come, I’ll pick you up.” You opened your mouth to disagree, but she gripped your shoulders. “Let me do this for you.”

You didn’t assent. You let the conversation hang in the air. Lila and Miss Aori left after a couple of minutes after you told them that you wanted to be alone.

“Dad...” you whispered into thin air, squatting on the grass. “I just... want you to know that I don’t hate you. I’m happy that you can finally rest. A bit sad... but life goes on right?” Eventually, you hugged your knees. “We have so many dreams, Dad. Don’t worry, I’ll make them all come true.”

“You better.” Before you could even react, a bouquet of flowers was placed on top of your father’s grave. And then he was sitting beside you, clad in black tux.

“Suna...” you breathed out his name, your eyes turning into saucers.

“What was he like?” He didn’t stray his eyes off your father’s grave while crouching with his elbow on his lap, the other on his knee.

Not wanting to make it awkward that it already was, you returned your attention to the grave. “The best. He... took care of me even though he didn’t have any idea how to. He... he even freaked out when I came barreling to his room, telling him I have blood on my underwear.” You chuckled, reminiscing that day when you first got your period. He was sweating bullets and you were crying. The both of you only calmed down when the neighbor came in to check up on you. That’s how you knew that you finally got that time of the month for the first time.

Suna nodded, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t visit the wake. Not one time. However, you were too occupied to even feel sad over the matter. Last time you parted, you weren’t exactly on good terms. He was mad at you for lying. You understood. Somehow, his actions were reasonable.

The both of you shared the silence until you couldn’t bear it any more.

“Why are you here, Suna?”

Sitting on the grass, he imitated your position by slightly hugging his knees. “I don’t know. I just wanna... check up on you. Offer my condolences. Even though I don’t know shit about comforting others. I’m not good at this.”

You chortled. “What are you good at?”

“Fucking and eating pussy. Excuses to your dad,” he answered straightforwardly.

Gasping, you hit his shoulder lightly. “You are horrible.”

When your eyes met, he conveyed words that didn’t leave his mouth. You smacked him again and you found yourself laughing. You laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Until there were fat tears cascading down your face in rivulets and you weren’t laughing anymore. You were sobbing. Crying your heart out like a newborn baby.

Strong arms pulled you in a warm embrace. The tip of Suna’s chin was atop your head. You clung onto his tuxedo while mewling. Snot and tears leaving marks on his pristine suit.

“I’m...” you choked, clenching the fabric too tight, your body rocking because of your sobs. “I’m... alone.” In between sobs and hiccups, you repeated the words. “I’m... all... I’m alone...”

Rain started to pour while you were still crying. None of you made the move to run for shelter. You were drenched but it didn’t matter.

“You’re not,” Suna whispered repeatedly, knotting his arms around you tighter. “You’re not, Y/N.”

In a different story, this kind of rain would be perfect for a kiss.

But sometimes, we don’t need someone to kiss under the rain. Sometimes, we need someone to wait out the storm with us.

—

“Before you talk shit, Arisa, let me talk,” Suna deadpanned, recklessly pulling a chair out and slumping on it with a thud.

Around him, familiar faces that he hated all his life sat. Riko, Arisa, Rena, and even Seika. They looked at him warily, anxious as to what his nasty mouth would offer to the table this time.

“Why are you here?” Rena asked, her perfect brow lifted up.

Suna looked at him. If he had a girl version, it would be Rena. He hated that fact. He hated that with one look, you could already tell that they were related.

Suna ignored her to look at Riko, who’s silently sitting at the head of the table. “I don’t want to be your son,” he said with a solid tone. “You’re giving your company to me just so you could acquit yourself from the guilt of lying to me. You think that your wealth can make me forget how shitty it was to be parted from Mom and how I fucking hated living here with all of you.” From the corner of Suna’s eyes, Arisa opened her mouth to speak. Suna massaged his temples. “Shut your goddamn hole, Arisa. I’m not talking to you.”

Rena yelled Suna’s name. “Just get out if you can’t respect Mom!”

He merely shot her a look. That made her coil back in her seat. “Here’s what you’ll do, Riko.” Suna leaned back on his chair. “Give your company to someone who cares, but have it named under me.”

“Preposterous!” Arisa couldn’t help it anymore. She stood up, boiling in rage. “What makes you think that Riko would do that? You’re an illegitimate child! You can’t make demands such as that! The company is for Rena and Seika!” Her voice bounced off the high ceiling of the dining area. Its volume could shatter the chandelier hanging above their heads.

“Then they could take it. I don’t really give a damn,” Suna answered coolly. Returning his attention to Riko, who had his finger pressed against his lips in concentration, Suna pressed on, “But I need it under my name so you fuckers won’t touch my mother again.”

Rena scoffed, blinking repeatedly at Suna. “And have us working our asses under you? Get lost!”

“God fucking damn it, you’re so annoying.” Suna ran a hand through his tresses. “What would you prefer, then? I sign that deal where you’ll get nothing but a million? Because I would happily do so in front of you, you fucking lunatic.”

Rena coiled her hands, veins snaking on her temple.

Suna didn’t break eye contact. When Rena seemed as though she wouldn’t back down, Suna tapped the long table. “Riko, gimme the docs. I’ll put this bitch in her place.”

“Do not call your sister with such a name,” Riko said for the first time, his tone leveled and authoritative.

It was Suna’s turn to scoff. “Fuck you. Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” He tapped the table again. “Well, what? You want me to forgive ya or nah?”

“Dear, you can’t do this. Don’t humiliate our family like this.” Arisa sniffed, tapping the sides of her eyes with a napkin. “He doesn’t want company. Just give him five million and he’s gonna be fine. That’s more than—” She stopped when Riko raised a finger.

“Is that what you want, Rintarō? What you truly want?” His voice was like steel, but his eyes were pleading and soft. He wanted Suna’s forgiveness more than anything that he’s willing to lay out all his cards for his only son.

“Dad?!” Rena dubiously gasped. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna do what this shithead tells you to? He tried to kill you! Have you forgotten?!” She was hysterical now, pounding on the table with her fists.

Riko remained unbothered with his daughter’s hysteria. “It’s my fault why he did what he did.”

“Fuck, yeah, you do. Thank fuck that I wasn’t as demented as you used to believe or I would’ve pulled that motherfucking trigger and blew your fucking brains out.”

“You’re... you’re a scumbag, Rin,” Rena exhaled. “You should be in jail.”

Suna tipped his head to the side, tapping his temple with his pointer finger. “What the fuck’s not clicking in that pea-sized brain of yours, Rena? If anyone should be in jail, it’d be you and your mother. Have you forgotten? Arisa the Lunatic ran over my mother with a car.”

Arisa stood up, boiling in rage. “She deserved it!”

“Say that shit again and I’ll break your goddamned, botoxed face,” Suna warned.

Arisa went tight-lipped. She knew Suna would do it in a heartbeat.

Riko cleared his throat. “Sit down Rena. Rintarō. Let’s forget what happened in the past. Rintarō did what he thought best because he’s angry with me. I understand you, son. Your rage, your feelings. That’s why I’m going to ask you again: Is this what you want?”

“That’s what I want.” Suna clenched his jaw, refusing to give in to the desire of breaking Riko’s face. “Take it or leave it.”

One, two, three. Riko knotted his fingers together. “Consider it done.”

Arisa fell on her chair. Rena’s knees gave up. Seika remained silent.

Suna stood up, a conniving smirk tugging his lips upwards. “Sweet. You’re forgiven, Dad.” It was a lie. Riko knew that. Everyone knew that.

Before Suna pivoted on his heels, he looked at the three women. “Seika, we could’ve had a good relationship, if you weren’t such a candy-ass. Stand up for yourself sometimes. Trust me, it feels good.” Seika gasped before tears seared her eyes. Suna turned his focus on Rena, who looked as though she was close to collapsing. “Rena, I fucking hate your face and everything about you. You’re the lame version of me. Fuck you. Work your ass until you’re grey and old under my company or eat shit and be homeless, your choice.” He looked at Arisa. Suna’s eyes heated unexpectedly. He didn’t foresee this happening. “Arisa.” He gulped. “Thank you for taking care of me. Though your ways are absolute shit, I appreciate your hugs. But fuck you, too, for crippling my Mom. Work for me or leave, it’s your choice.” His palms were sweaty when he looked at his father. “I knew you loved me more than anything. I loved you, too. Believe it or not. But this is good bye, Dad. Don’t meddle in our lives again or else I’ll fucking fuck you up real bad.”

—

This would be his last fight. It was time to settle things. That spun inside Suna’s head as he slightly jumped inside the made-up ring, his fists ready to assault the boy in front of him.

The boy was younger than him by three years. That’s the only thing he knew about him. Whatever reasons he had for coming here at the Pit, Suna sympathized with him.

How old was he when a boy came up to him at school, offering that he visit a place where he would belong? How old was he when he first had his ass handed back to him by a random dude two sizes bigger than his own body? How old was he when he first swung his fist to a jaw, his knee to a groin? How old was he when he began sleeping in a room the size of a rat’s house? He was fifteen. Right after running away from his father’s mansion.

Suna spun with his foot flying, colliding against bones. The boy staggered a step but he didn’t collapse. Which was impressive for a beginner.

“Hey,” Suna called, tipping his chin to the boy, “What’s your name?”

There was fire inside the boy’s eyes. Fire that Suna had seen in his own irises whenever he would look at the broken mirror in his tiny bathroom after a gruesome brawl.

“Zeno,” the boy spat before swinging his fist.

Suna dodged easily. Hunched, and punched the boy to his sides. “Why are you here, Zeno?”

Zeno took a knee, coughing out saliva to the dusty floor. “None of your business.”

Zeno attacked again. Suna defended himself by crossing his arms as a shield.

“Family? Bad grades?” Suna continued to ask while receiving the boy’s punches.

Zeno’s brows pinched together. “Bad grades?” he hissed, offended.

“So, it’s family?” When Zeno delivered a kick, Suna caught his foot with ease. “You wanna run away?”

“Stop talking to me!” Zeno struggled to release himself. Suna pushed him by his foot, causing him to fall on his butt. The boy growled before standing up. He barreled towards Suna, meeting the latter’s fist. Zeno dropped to the floor, unmoving.

Suna crouched beside him. “Take my room and make it your own until you fix what you need to fix.” Standing up, Suna held up a hand when the master of the fight offered him the money. “Give that to Zeno. Remind him about what I said when he wakes up.”

Surprisingly, Suna received a few blows from Zeno. Three, to be exact. It wasn’t Suna’s first fight of the night. In fact, it was the third. Despite winning all three, Suna looked like a mess.

Picking up his keys from his room, he departed the room that had been his house for three years. Suna scanned the decrepit room before closing the door. Finally taking the step towards home.

As he rode on his Duck, Suna asked himself again: How did his life come to a point where he needed to be beaten up for literal scraps? It wasn’t easy climbing the hierarchy of the Pit. There were times that he felt as though he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow anymore, because of how bad his wounds and bruises were.

Why did he endure that kind of bullshit? It was anger, he thought. Anger and pride.

What would’ve happened if he only threw his ego down the drain and accepted the embrace offered to him by his mother? What would’ve happened if he didn’t become such a living piece of shit, crawling his way slowly to self-destruction?

He would’ve been living a fairytale right now. He would’ve been a normal teenager: experiencing the world with a bright smile, anticipating his soulmate mark with a hopeful heart.

He couldn’t say that he regretted his decisions. It was a part of him: the pain, the bruises, the broken bones. He would feel empty without it. But as his mind jumped from one memory to the next, there was one thing he regretted.

And that was you, not being able to look at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

He was mad, yes. Berserk, even. Berserk that you didn’t tell him about his Mom and Riko. That you preferred to lie to him despite knowing how much his parents had hurt him. But... who was at fault for that?

If he had been more open, had been more warm, would you still lie and keep your identity from him? At the end of the day, could he really blame you for the choices you made?

The engine died in front of his mother’s house. Coming home to this cozy abode had always unnerved Suna. How could a place feel strange yet familiar at the same time?

Nevertheless, he took one step forward.

—

“Lila! Thank God you finally picked up!” you exhaled the words out, clutching your chest in relief. “I tried calling you multiple times but you weren’t answering.”

Sandwiching the phone between your ear and shoulder, you tugged your two luggages with you out of the house.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N! There was an emergency!” Lika exclaimed from the other line.

“No, it’s okay. So... uhm... I’m sorry for asking you this... but—” You cursed, pulling one luggage up and over a stone. “The buyers suddenly came in today. They offered me to sleep at the house but I refused. Can I... Can I stay over for a while?”

Loud murmurs from Lila’s side could be heard from the call. It went on for two seconds before she answered. “Y/N... I’m so sorry. We’re currently away because my auntie’s husband’s mother died! We left in such a hurry that I...”

Her words didn’t register. You went blank for a moment, suddenly picking up your options. You couldn’t just barge in back to the house and ask the new owners to let you stay the night after packing all your important things while refusing them repeatedly earlier.

“Y/N? Hey, Y/N?”

You blinked back to reality. “Oh, yes. I’m so sorry! I mean... I didn’t know. My condolences, Lila.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m so sorry this is so urgent. Perhaps you could stay the night at Miss Aori’s? We’ll be back after a day or two. I promise to pick you up at her house, then!”

The phone call suddenly dropped. You tried calling her but Lila’s phone seemed to have died.

Pulling your luggages with you, you weighed out the consequences of staying over at Miss Aori. Suna didn’t live there. But you couldn’t risk the chance. Now that your relationship has never been more muddied.

After staying with you that day of the funeral, he drove you back home without saying anything again. That was it. And it’s been half a month since then.

It’s only going to be one night, two days. You couldn’t check in at a hotel when you still had one option that won’t force you to use money.

In the end, you found yourself sharing a meal with Miss Aori at her dining area.

While gradually sipping on your soup, you reminded yourself time and time again that you were staying for two days only. Whatever happened, you wouldn’t overstay.

“You can stay as long as you want, Y/N,” Miss Aori reminded with a smile.

You threw her a sheepish countenance. “Thank you, Miss Aori. But I’m only staying for two days. It’s just that... my friend’s away and I didn’t want to spend money staying at a hotel.”

The mug clinked as Miss Aori settled it on the table. “Is that so? But you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. I won’t charge you,” she quipped. You echoed a small laugh, slightly rubbing your cheek. “By the way, do you have any plans now that you’ve sold your house?”

“Ah, yes,” you quietly responded, stirring your soup with a spoon. “I’m a month away from graduating high school. So... I’ve begun searching for available state colleges right after the funeral. The nearest one is at San Juan, so I’ll probably start looking for dorms or apartments with cheap rentals nearby.”

Miss Aori nodded. “I know you’re strong, but don’t hesitate to ask for help, Y/N. I’ll gladly do what I can for you.”

“T... thank you, Miss Aori. For everything. From my father’s medication to letting me stay here right now. I owe you big time and I hope that I can somehow pay you back one day.”

She reached for your hand and squeezed softly. “I’m the one who owes you. You’ve always been there whenever I needed you. From doing the household chores to helping me find— Rintarō?!” she suddenly gasped, propelling you to lift your head to follow her gaze.

He was standing there. At the threshold. With bandages and bruises covering his face. Again. He looked at his mother, then at you. You quickly avoided his gaze, gulping.

What was he doing here?

Miss Aori stood up and walked towards him. She extended her hands hesitantly, but stopped midway. “A... are you okay? Do you need any help?”

You stared hard at the soup, not knowing what else to do. However, his searing gaze burned holes to the sides of your face.

“No. I’m okay,” he flatly stated.

Do something. Don’t let him know that you’re affected. And thus, you pushed the chair and moved towards the sink. But before you could even twist the faucet, his voice bounced off the walls.

“Y/N.”

There was something about the way he said your name. It was the second time he’d actually called you with your real name, but it felt brand new. You hated how raw it sounded out of his lips.

You turned to face him. “Yes?”

Nudging his head, he said, “Patch me up.” Your brow shot up to your forehead on its own. Suna might’ve noticed the hesitation, for he gulped ever so slightly. “Help me patch my wounds up. Will... will you?”

Your eyes wandered to where Miss Aori was standing. She tipped her head lightly, eyes pleading that you help her son.

“Sure,” you responded with a weak tone.

Suna didn’t stay longer in the kitchen. He pivoted on his heels to the direction of the bathroom. You followed him, hands clammy.

When you reached the bathroom, Suna was already topless. The image caught you off guard, foot backing with your eyes blinking rapidly. However, he caught your image in the mirror. And was that a playful smirk stretching his lips faintly?

“You’re... amused,” you mindlessly commented.

Suna began washing the little scrapes on his arms with water, that stupid smirk still glued to his lips. “First time seeing someone topless?” Once he’s done, he dried his arms and chest with a clean towel. “The first aid’s in the first cabinet.”

Finally, you found the inspiration to move. There were bandages, alcohol, gauges, and cotton in the cabinet. Miss Aori must’ve bought all of them for Suna.

After all that has gone down, you wouldn’t have imagined yourself being alone with Suna in a room ever again. This favor he’d asked caught you like a deer in the headlights, you weren’t going to lie. Your hands were slightly trembling as you poured alcohol onto the cotton balls. The temperature inside the bathroom was cool, and you’ve deduced as such because of the heat emanating from your own body.

You were alone. With your soulmate. The thought was enough to send your mind blanking out.

Was it supposed to be this awkward?

Suna leaned his back on the sink. When you pressed the cotton against his scrape, he barely hissed. You could feel his eyes on you as you cleansed his wounds, making the atmosphere heavier with tension.

“Blue,” he whispered.

You immediately tensed. Unlike the first time he called you Blue, his voice carried something now. As though he couldn’t quite understand the word Blue and he’s merely tasting it with his tongue. From the sound of it, he still couldn’t decide if the taste was to his penchant.

You patched up the first deep scrape on his arm when he spoke again.

“Why did you lie to me?” The question was conveyed without any emotions. He wasn’t pissed off. Just... curious.

“Because...” Your voice died down a little. Your confidence dwindled. Deep in your bones, you knew that you simply couldn’t run away from this— from him— any longer. You had to make peace with the fact that he’s your soulmate— the one person who hated you the most. And that the both of you would never be. “Because I... Help is your soulmate. I didn’t wanna humiliate your ego. And I was scared...” You continued to press the cotton ball to his scrapes. “... of what you might say. I wanna say sorry that I am your soulmate. But we have been both tangled up in this... soulmate mess. You didn’t plan it, neither did I. It was the work of the universe. No matter how cringe-y that sounds to you.”

The only untended wounds were on his face now. You grabbed another clean cotton ball, poured alcohol in it and began tapping the wound on the apple of his cheek.

When you were still imagining this confrontation in your head, you were scared shitless of the scenarios your mind has painted. However, there was courage inside your system. As if it’s now or never.

Suna flexed his arms by grabbing on the edges of the sink. You were face to face, breaths almost mingling by the space separating your lips apart. “It’s my fault that you were scared. If I hadn’t been such an asshole to you, you wouldn’t have kept things from me.”

You gulped, avoiding his eyes. “It’s both our fault. Yes, you were an asshole and I despise you for it. Everything would’ve been easier if we didn’t hate each other. But at the end of the day... we are soulmates, Suna. We aren’t bound by some piece of paper— we are bound by our soul. You didn’t deserve to be lied to by your soulmate. And I didn’t deserve to be treated like shit by my soulmate either.”

“For the past few weeks, I’ve thought about it over and over.” His voice was raspy, like ash and smoke spilling from his lips. “You would’ve called this bullshit... but... but I’m sorry.”

The way he stammered with sincerity oozing out of him punctured your heart. It was too good to be true. Doubt crept up inside you easily.

“Why? For what?”

Suna could apologize but it would mean nothing if he didn’t know what he was apologizing for. It’s easy to know that you have hurt a person, but it’s harder to perceive how much you have scarred them.

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. Believe me or not... I actually really liked Blue. This won’t do shit, I know. I’ve hurt you, and it’s up to you to forgive me or not. I just... needed to say this because you deserve an apology.”

He didn’t admit he’s sorry to absolve himself from guilt. He apologized because he knew you deserved it.

You licked your lower lip. “I don’t know how to forgive you. And if I ever find a way to do so, I don’t know when. I apologize. For lying and keeping things from you. You deserve an apology, too.” You weren’t treating his wounds anymore. The both of you were standing face to face with each other, though your eyes weren’t meeting. “You like Blue... I’m Blue. But Suna... I’m Help, too. You hate me. Why do you even hate me?” you breathlessly asked.

“I don’t.” With that, you lifted your face the same time he did. Your eyes met, and there was fire in his. As if the world could crumble any moment but he wouldn’t budge where he currently stood. “I was insecure.”

“Insecure?” you gasped the question out.

“You’re so bright, Y/N.” You attempted to speak, but he placed a finger to your lips. He remained looking at your lips while speaking, “And I feel small whenever I’m around you. Like you were the sun and I was nothing but a goddamn ant in your presence. It made me feel irrelevant.”

He retreated his finger to let you speak.

“It’s your ego, after all.”

Suna sheepishly nodded. “Your smile. Why is it that you smile at everyone but me?”

“I... What?” How did he notice such a thing? You didn’t even realize that.

“I’ll make you smile at me. Just... just...” he stuttered, cheeks turning pinkish. Suna... he’s blushing. He brought his hands behind his neck, knotting them together while looking at you through his lashes. “Just gimme... one chance?”

The thudding of your heart was wild. You wouldn’t be surprised if it suddenly jumped out of your chest now.

Suna had always crafted an impregnable façade for everyone. But right now, in this tight space, he actually blushed. Like a tomato.

“I’ll... think about it,” you answered without much thinking. The response threw you out of proportion. Your eyes widened when he grabbed your hands, jovial happiness clear on his face.

“Really? No bullshit? You’ll think about it?”

Nodding, your shoulders slackened. “Yeah. But...! But don’t expect too much.”

He leaned back, wide-toothed. “I know you can’t resist me.”

Just like that, the atmosphere seemed to loosen its hold around your necks.

You rolled your eyes heavenwards. “Don’t be so full of yourself.” You picked up the bandage, glueing it to his cheek this time. Suna still had a wide grin on his face. “Somehow... this feels like déja vu.”

“Why?”

Sighing, you pressed to affix the bandage on his cheek. “I’ve patched you up before. You hallucinated and called me Nadine.” The words were out before you could stop them. “I... forget what I said. It’s nothing— you were... you were unconscious and—”

“Were you jealous?” He cocked up a brow, shifting to face you fully. The mischief you’ve seen a million times was back on his face. Aside from that, he was amused, too.

“I wasn’t jealous romantically, okay? I was jealous because I was the one patching up your wounds but you went on and called me Nadine.”

He chuckled. “Nadine was a good friend before. She’s the first one who found out I do kickboxing at the Pit. I was battered to pulp that night... and she’s the one who helped me. She even cried and told me she’d never leave. But she did. I don’t know why and I don’t care,” he explained as if you needed an explanation. “That’s probably why I’ve mistaken you for her.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” You frowned at him.

Suna crossed his arms together. “Well, I don’t want my girl to be jealous over something trivial.”

You glared. “I’m not jealous and I’m not your girl.”

“You are jealous and you will be my girl.”

You shook your head while keeping the first aid kit back to the cabinet. You didn’t spare him another glance when you went for the exit. However, before you could leave him alone, Suna said something.

“How about a date tomorrow?”

Before you could smile like a foolish, lovesick girl, you quickly masked it with a frown. “Nope. I’m busy.”

“The day after tomorrow?”

“Nah.”

“Next week?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Suna bit his lower lip to smother a smile. “You’d be the death of me.”

“Good.”

—

Upon departing the bathroom, Suna couldn’t explain why he couldn’t get rid of his grin. You had gone to your own room, and him to the kitchen. Your relationship was as murky as a swamp, but he didn’t anticipate that a simple and heartfelt conversation would lift some of the baggage from his chest. He knew he had a long way to go to recompense for all the things he’s said and done to you. He was merely thankful that you have allowed him to take one step forward.

Suna spotted his mother in the kitchen, drinking what could probably be her second cup of tea. He halted on his tracks, mind splitting into two choices: avoid or converse with her.

“Rin,” his mother said with gentleness. “Can we talk?”

Was this the right time to talk to his mother? He didn’t know. But one thing was for certain, he’s never allowing this chance to slip from his grasp.

Suna sat on the stool across from Aori.

“Are you… going to stay here from now on?” his mother asked cautiously.

Ah, yes. Suna reminisced. He had been away from home ever since he was fifteen. The Pit’s dingy rooms and wizened walls were all he’d ever known of home.

“Will that be alright with you?” he asked back in response.

Aori sighed in relief. “Rin, you’re my son. Did you still need to ask that?”

“But I’ve been nothing but a bad son. It won’t surprise me if you’d kick me out.”

“I’ve been a bad mother, too. We might have our own scruples, but we’re family.”

Despite his heart-to-heart talk with you mere moments ago, Suna still didn’t see himself fit for conversations such as this one. He avoided his mother’s gaze, clueless of what to say.

“Are you still seeing Riko?” He couldn’t help but ask. His father was a big hurdle to becoming a happy family. It just couldn’t be no matter how Aori and Riko tried. They weren’t married.

He peeked at his mother to see her gulping, holding her chest.

“No… not anymore,” Aori whispered.

“He wanted me to inherit his company because of what he did years ago. And because he wanted to please you. But I don’t want it. I told him that a week ago.” Suna stared at the mahogany table. “The company will be mine but I don’t want any part of running it. I’m not his son.”

“Rin…”

“Mom, what happened to our family broke me.” Suna had been strong since he was fifteen. He didn’t expect that his voice would tremble now. “And if you’ll keep seeing Riko, I’ll forever remain broken. I’ve fought for you… in the most meanest way I could think of. However.” Suna gulped. “If you want to keep seeing Riko, I won’t stop you. I want to see you happy. So, tell me, Mom, is Riko your happiness?”

For the first time ever, Suna saw something in his mother’s eyes. Determination and strength. Utterly different from the soft façade she’d always shown in front of people.

“Rintarō, you are my happiness,” she said. “If you give me one last chance, I’ll do anything to not hurt you anymore.”

He was caught off guard. Much so when she stood up to hug his head closer to her chest.

It felt like a million years since someone held him with such care and affection. Embarrassing at it might sound, Suna did his best to swallow the sob down his throat. However, he ended up hugging his mother like he would crush her bones. All while bawling like a ten-year-old.

“Mom. I’ve missed you.”

+ this was supposed to be a surprise but i cannot hold it in any longer and you hoes (affectionate) have already asked me about it i hate y’all now the surprise is ruined !! but yeah, this isn’t the last act of blue. it actually has fifteen acts. m sorry for lying (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) i hope this note makes up for it

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