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when our paths cross again

PAIRING. oikawa x reader　WC. 902　SONG. paths by niki　TAGS. timeskip, wrong timing, iwaizumi mentioned

NOTES. happy birthday to me! this was very much rushed…

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU’D BE HERE TODAY.”

Oikawa Tooru looks at you, brows raised with a teasing smile. His skin is slightly tanned and his hair cut shorter. He seems so different, so mature—so unlike the boy you once knew.

“I should be the one saying that,” you reply, leaning back on the bench the two of you are sitting on. Your lips part, wanting to continue, but you to pause and turn, looking at the end of the hallway. “Your game is tomorrow, isn’t it? Shouldn’t you be practicing?”

“So cold,” his teasing tone still the same as the ever. “It’s been so long, and you’re treating me like this?”

You look at him, furious, but what you see is far from what you expected. He has a gentle look in his face, like he’s truly reminiscing your years together in Kitagawa Daiichi. “And guess who caused that,” you reply, disappointed. “You’re the one who stopped talking to me when I moved to Shiratorizawa.”

He lets out a short, quiet laugh. He’s fiddling with his fingers, watching the summer clouds take over Tokyo. “You’re right…” he says after a while. “That was very dumb of me, but you know…” his voice fades away as he looks down as his hands.

“But…?”

He smiles, acknowledging your sudden interest in the conversation. “But you know…” he hesitates, taking his time. “At that time, I was able to figure out why I was so hurt by you. By then, it was too late to speak to you.”

“Of course,” you stretch your arms, completely unfazed. “Moving to Shiratorizawa was a big thing for us kids. I mean, Ushijima-san—”

“It’s because I like you,” he interrupts you in a quick manner. You look at him stunned. “Geez,” he sighs playfully. “Can you not mention that bastard? Ugh, now I’ve messed it all up.”

Your brows furrow, troubled by the situation. You turn to him slowly. “Oikawa, did Hajime never tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

You hesitate, unsure whether or not you had the right to get in between these two close friends. You gulp, and you clench your fists nervously. “Hajime and I…we’re together now.”

His proud smile drops and his eyes widen with disbelief. No, he did not know. Is that why Hajime’s been trying so hard to speak with him for some time now? He feels like an idiot. Burying his face in his hands, he takes a deep breath in before releasing a deep sigh. “I see…I never had a chance, did I?”

The door to the arena opens, and the commentators voice bleeds out. “And that’s another service ace for Japans Ushijima Wakatoshi! Japan is now in the lead by three points!”

He scoffs, running his hands through his hair before standing. “You should go,” he says, extending his hand out towards you. “If he keeps this up, your team will win in no time.”

Your team, you repeat in your mind. “And what about you? You never got the chance to watch,” you remind him. Taking his offer, you rise from your seat. “Hajime would be happy to see you.”

“Please,” he shakes his head, seemingly repulsed by the idea. “He’d be more satisfied to see me losing on the court than knowing I came to watch his game. You’ve got him all wrong, Y/N-chan.”

You say nothing more, watching as he puts his jacket back on. His back is broad, more defined than the last time you saw him. “You had it,” you suddenly blurt.

He turns, confused. “Had what?”

“The chance.”

It all began with him. Joining Kitagawa Daiichis volleyball team as a manager was all because of him. And when you figured he never harbored the same feelings, you believed Shiratorizawa was the answer to forgetting. Yet somehow, in some way, you found yourself back on the court, now as Shiratorizawas manager. You had been entranced by the sport, partly hoping you’d meet him once again. “You had it when you thought you never did,” you tell him.

Pellets of rain begin to hit the window, and you naturally turn your attention away. Shaking your head, you say: “But it all worked out in the end, didn’t it? You’re in Argentina chasing your dreams…”

“Do you think…” he follows your gaze, staring right out the window. “We’ll ever get a chance again?”

You step ahead of him. “Not a chance,” you reply. Just the thought of Iwaizumi Hajime welcoming you back home paints a smile on your face.

“Ouch,” he laughs. You turn, but not a hint of pain is displayed on his face. He’s smiling brightly, too bright for a man who just got rejected, really. “I gotta go now…” he points to the exit on the opposite end. “Time for me to practice.”

You nod slowly. “Alright,” you wave. “I hope you win tomorrow.”

“Don’t say that unless you want me to win against Japan soon.”

You merely laugh, watching as he disappears behind the door. Seize the world, you think. Show them the kind of setter you are.

“I will make myself number one,” you suddenly remember the words Oikawa Tooru once told you. “I have no time for…love or…any of that kind of stuff…”

A soft, breathy laugh leaves your lips, and you enter the booming arena once again. Japan has won their game, and Iwaizumi Hajime pulls you into a tight embrace.

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you are fireworks, my light

PAIRING. bokuto x f!reader　WC. 1,457　SONG. マジックアワー by 緑黄色社会　TAG. pre & post timeskip

NOTE. i started this in early may but i couldnt get it down the way i wanted to😓. also wrote this cuz i couldnt stop crying over osaka bluteons loss against jtekt stings in the semifinals (and i say this as a stings fan…) / if you guys dont know, the word ‘senshu’ is a formal way of adressing athletes 🤗.

“WHAT FOOLISH THING ARE YOU DOING NOW?” You turn your attention away from the sky where clusters of vibrant colors fly. Shades of pink, blue, purple, yellow, and oranges—they all blossom to flowers, emitting a loud boom! as they stretch over the vast indigo sky.

You laugh a little as you notice your sister with her eyes shut and her hands clamped together. She shushes you, never taking the time to open her eyes. “I’m making a wish.”

“A wish?” You repeat, amused. “Honey, you make wishes at temples, not at fireworks.”

Suddenly, she looks up at you, desperation filling her eyes. “But this works too!” She shouts. “When the fireworks disappear, make a wish! It’s just like a shooting star!” Theres a certain emotion she holds in her eyes, and red takes her fluffy cheeks. “It’s just…you’ve been really happy recently, neechan. I want to make it last forever.”

Surprised by her comment, a smile takes your lips, and you decide to entertain your sister once more. “Alright, alright,” you take your hand away from her head (you had unconsciously reached out to her to comfort her). “I’ll make a wish as well. I wish that—”

“No don’t say it!” She stretches her small hands up to your lips. “If you do, it wont come true!”

Just how much does this little girl know? You laugh in your mind. “Okay,” your voice is muffled against her hands. “I won’t say it. Will you move now?”

Flustered, she quickly moves away. “Don’t say anything, okay? I want your wishes to come true.”

You already knew it wouldn’t. It’s all foolish—shooting stars, dandelion fluffs, wish bones, wishing wells, fireworks…people lean on them so much that they, most of the time, only end up with shattered dreams. You knew it was foolish, but in order to entertain your sister, you let your most desired wishes spill from your mind to your heart:

May Fukurōdani win Nationals.

Bokuto Koutarou, as embarrassing as it sounds, was your idol in your younger years. He’d appeared on your tv one evening during your last year of middle school, and since then, you fell deeply for the boy and sport. He was like a bird, soaring high; like thunder, roaring as he slammed the ball to the ground. He presented you a world you’ve never known before.

And just like that, your wish never came true. From the stands, you watched in frustration. As if time had stopped, Fukurōdani stood motionless, and on the other side of the court, their opponents celebrated with utter joy.

This was also the first and last time you spoke to Bokuto in your youth. Deciding to leave early, you ran into the team, Bokuto leading the pack. “Bokuto-san,” your murmured, his name leaving your lips the same way it did when you used to watch his games on tv.

“Ah, Y/N-chan,” he said. It wasn’t a question—he already knew who you were.

The team who stood behind him is no longer there. You hear their voices drift away as they enter their locker room, leaving you in this quiet hallway alone with Bokuto. “You…know who I am?”

Your question surprised him, you can tell. His eyes widen as he begins to stumble on his words. “I, uh…yes—wait…” he shakes his head, holding a hand out between the two of you. “Akaashi…yea, you know Akaashi, right?”

An image of the boy who sits right next to you in class pops into mind. “Yea…we’re in the same class.”

He lights up. “Yea, thats right! Did you come to see him? Just wait here for a moment, let me call him.”

You reach for him as he turns. “No, its fine,” you stop him. “I wasn’t looking for him. I was just on my way out.”

He looks at you, a quiet “oh?” leaving his lips. “Well if thats what you want…”

“Yea…” you nod awkwardly. “Bokuto-san, you were really cool out there.”

A slight smile forms on his lips, taking in your compliment. “You think so?” Then, as if an image of their game came to mind, his smile drops. “If only I’d broken through that wall, though. It’s the aces job, and yet…”

Uh oh, you watch as his emotions drop. You were good at handling your younger sisters emotions, but never one at your age. “But, you had fun, didn’t you?” The words slip from your lips, and you begin to frown. Why did I say that?! The question repeats in your mind.

Bokuto thinks it over. “Well, I guess that’s right,” he laughs a little. “Thank you, Y/N-chan!”

With your cheeks heating up, you turn away. “Yea. I’ll get going now,” you bow before walking past him. A strange sensation builds up in your heart. The flame within you continues to grow. “Bokuto-san!” You turn around. Startled by your shout, he does the same, looking at you with wide eyes. “I’ll support you forever, so please…” please, you repeat over and over again. “Please don’t give up, okay? I better see you in the V.League!”

*****

MSBY Black Jackals Bokuto Koutarou is no longer Fukurōdanis ace. He’s just a “normal player” as he likes to call it. No longer pressured by the title, he merely plays as he likes.

Yet despite what he says, he certainly doesn’t stray far from the concept. “Bokuto-senshu,“ you greet him for the post match interview. “I would like to start off by saying congratulations on your teams victory.”

He couldn’t speak. You, who swore to support him forever vanished into thin air following his graduation. No word, no appearances at his games. One trivial moment with you in the arena he lost nationals in changed his life forever. Now, after five years, you’re back as if nothing ever happened. “I-uh…thank you,” he manages to reply. No one has ever heard the Bokuto Koutarou stutter before.

You smile, looking back down at your notes. “First of all, We would like to hear your thoughts on todays game. It seems like you were struggling against Schweiden Adlers defense in the third set.”

“Yea, well…” he runs his hands through his hair and over his mouth, gathering his thoughts. Seeing you stand in front of him, not as a classmate or friend, but as a reporter feels like the world has faded. Like there is nothing but you and him.

He chased after you following the interview. “Is that really you, Y/N-chan?”

You turn around, giving him a sweet smile. “Bokuto-san,” you say. “You did really—“ you try to finish your sentence, but before you could, he’s already pulled you into a tight embrace. You can feel his heart beating fast. A steady badump-badump-badump…

“What the heck?” His voice vibrates through his chest. “How long has it been? Four? Five years? You said that you would…”

Flustered, you pull away, a hand unconsciously lingering on his arm. “Don’t worry,” you tell him. “I’ve been watching your games, Bokuto-san. And now, I can watch it in person. I got a job here in Osaka.”

“And that job is this?” His arms extend out, and he begins to look at the large arena. “You’re working here? In this league?”

You nod. “That’s right,” you bow at him playfully. “From now on, this is Y/N-san, the on-court interviewer for the league.”

He brings his hands up to his face, laughing.

You smile at him gently. “MSBY has you,” you start, causing him to look back up at you. “MSBY has you and many talented players. Theres no doubt you guys will win this season,” you say with conviction.

He looks at you, confused. Then he realizes it. You’re still trying to cheer him up. Burying his face in his hands once more, he sighs heavily. Bokuto Koutarou who lived life without much thought is now troubled.

“What the hell,” his voice is quiet against his hands. For a moment, he peeks through his fingers, admiring you before taking another deep breath. His hazel eyes meets yours, and his cheeks are red. “Y/N, once we win championships, will you go out on a date with me?”

“Bokuto-san?!” You cry out, startled by his sudden request. “What are you..?”

He laughs. It was funny to see you so surprised. “You never knew?” He smirks, looking down at you, his arms now crossed as he gains confidence. “I’ve liked you for a long time now.”

You’re taken back six years. The summer of your seventeenth year, sitting on the engawa of your familys home with your sister by your side. Your clasped hands together, and you shut your eyes as you made two wishes. May Fukurōdani win nationals…

You’re taken back six years. The summer of your seventeenth year where you sat on the engawa of your familys home, your sister by your side. Your hands clasped together, and your eyes shut as you made two wishes towards the festive fireworks. May Fukurōdani win nationals…

May Bokuto-san look at me.

Perhaps wishing upon fireworks work after all.

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living in summer

PAIRING. kuroo x reader　SONG. 夏を生きる by 緑黄色社会　TAGS. childhood friends to lovers (kinda?)　

NOTE. short cuz i currently have writers block😝.

water fights outside, inviting the cool breeze for an hug, adventures without limits, watermelon seed throwing in the backyard, ice cream beneath large trees, late night stargazing on the roof, watching sunsets at the beach, firework festivals, camp at nekoma high…

“is there anything we haven’t done?” kuroo tetsurou asks, looking down at his phone which displays a site full of summer activities.

“oh put the phone down, tetsu,” you joke, kicking his arm as you lay on his bed. “be creative and don’t look anything up for once.”

“for once?!” he turns at you, full with surprise. “you know, y/n, i’ve planned most of these without much help from the web. the ones like—“

“arcade trips, volleyball games and going to the festival was all your idea,” you finish for him, rolling your eyes a little. “but come on, it’s all so generic. lets do something a little more extravagant. maybe you should invite me to a theme park, treat me oh so kindly, and confess your love for me on top of the ferris wheel.”

you fake a frown, crossing your arms as you look at him. but his smile had already dropped awhile ago. “tetsu?” you call for him. “are you alright?”

“y/n,” he suddenly sighs, placing his hands over his face. “you’ve got to be kidding right now.”

you laugh a little. “well yea, thats what jokes are for…”

“y/n,” he repeats your name again. this time sternly, like he’s about to reprimand you.

“what is it, tetsu?”

his fingers part ever so slightly, and he begins to look at you. “y/n, i like you.”

stunned, you merely look at him. “come on now testu,” you laugh awkwardly. “i said at the top of a ferris wheel.”

“damn it,” he scratches his head. “did i mess it up? do i really have to take you up there?”

“tetsu…” you suddenly realize the course of this conversation. you sit up from your position, touching his shoulder ever so slightly. “are you seriously…”

a smile is revealed on his lips as he finally pulls his hands away. his cheeks are a certain pink that you cant help but compare to pink peonies. “looks like theres no going back, huh? come on,” he says, taking you by the hand. “lets go to that ferris wheel and i’ll tell you once again just how much i love you.”

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love is super sweet in my mouth!

PAIRING. timskip!osamu x f!reader　WC. 693　SONG. i hate fruits by nct dream　TAGS. fluff, established relationship, an overthinking reader (me tbh)

NOTE. quick drabble (took longer than imagined cuz i accidentally deleted the og while writing…) dk any cake vocab so dont flame me, also havent had cake in a year so it was impossible to write about it lolllll (can u guys tell i suck at writing fluff😞)

For the first time since moving in with Miya Osamu nine months ago, his spot on the bed is cold and empty.

Your worst fear rushes to your mind as you try to free yourself from this apparent nightmare. But it doesn’t work. The more you lay still, staring up at the bland ceiling, the more reality hits. The more it feels like he’s left.

Just the night before, you’d asked Osamu if the two of you are truly meant to be together forever. And despite his natural reassurance, the silence at your side—no one to pull you closer and ask for five more minutes—leaves you shattered.

After spending a good while watching the sky clear up, you finally decide to get up. You put on a shirt you’d aimlessly thrown on the last night, and you brace yourself for the inevitable result bound to strike you deeply.

But when you open the door, you hear him quietly cursing at the kitchen to your left. Objects lightly hit the counter, and he continues to mutter words you can’t quite understand. You try your best to remain quiet, but as you take one step forward, your slippers slide against the hardwood floors, capturing his attention immediately.

“Y/N?” He calls for you, voice now loud yet tender, somehow worried. “Are you awake?”

You hesitantly peek your head out, and you discover him trying his best to cover the counter, but its no use. His body isn’t enough to cover the disastrous mess of baking materials scattered over the large surface.

“The bed was feeling cold,” you manage to say, approaching him steadily. “What are you doing?”

He scratches the back of his head, his eyes which just screams ‘i was hoping you wouldn’t ask that’ avoids your stare. “I uh…” he turns around for a quick moment, and you see it—a vanilla cake with intricate details of frosting rests neatly behind him. “I wanted to make you something nice…you were feeling down last night, right?”

Baking isn’t your forte, and despite being a good cook, Osamu never dabbled in it. 9:00AM strikes on the clock, and the bags scattered around the floor tell you he’d gotten up early in the morning just to buy the right materials.

oh…you fall to the ground, covering your face with your hands. i shouldnt have doubted him.

“Y/N?” He rushes to you with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling good?”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry,” you mutter.

There’s a brief pause, his hands on your shoulders as he tries to catch a glimpse of your face. And when you refuse to show, he takes your hands, kissing each knuckle as if he’s trying to tell you something beyond the art of words. “What are you sorry for?” He asks, running his thumbs against your hands sweetly.

Then, without waiting for a reply, he picks you up swiftly, taking you to the cleanest edge of the messy counter. “I did this because I wanted to.”

He cuts up the cake, and you notice how unbelievably perfect the inside is—icing and strawberries arranged in between the two layers of cake. “Here, have a bite,” he continues on, a fork now in his hand.

You do as told, taking a bite of the small piece. The vanilla is sweet as expected, but the sudden appearance of the strawberries leave you surprised. The gentle transition causes your cheeks to grow pink.

“So good,” you say, hands hovering over you smiling lips. “But ‘Samu, isn’t it too early for something this sweet?”

His mouth parts slightly, only realizing this is your first meal of the day. His features fall flat. “Sorry, I didn’t think of that. I’ll make you some breakfast right—“

Before he turns, you rush to cup his cheeks, landing a quick peck on his forehead. “Thank you, Osamu,” you say giddily.

He freezes up for a moment, eyes wide with surprise. At last, your touch melts him, and he drops into your embrace, arms looping behind your back and holding you tightly. “Not fair. I think I should be thanking you, my love. Thank you for staying with me.”

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oh this one kinda hurt💔

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eating the wind

PAIRING. iwaizumi x f!reader　WC. 514　SONG. 風を食む by yorushika　TAGS. unrequited love.

NOTES. short and sweet! not proofread lol finished writing at 4am w no sleep forgive me💔.

Ah, there she goes again, Iwaizumi Hajime thinks.

You’re sitting on his living room couch, seeking refuge in his cool home away from the heated summer afternoon, and Oikawa Toorus name leaves your lips like a harmonious melody. ‘Oikawa greeted me today!’ ‘Oikawa smiled at me today!’ Trivial interactions between the two of you are sure to reach Iwaizumis ears whenever you meet with him.

And he makes sure to tell you how childish you sound. “You sound like one of his fangirls,” he once remarked.

You frown, saddened his distant attitude. “Aren’t you his best friend?” You asked, deciding to change the topic. “Shouldn’t you know who he likes?”

“No,” he muttered. “I don’t know.”

He refuses to tell you he knows, and he refuses to tell you it’s you who Oikawa likes. The moment Oikawa confided in him about his newfound crush for you, he knew he had to keep it a secret. Though the guilt eats him up for keeping the two of you, his closest friends, in the dark, he knows he does it with purpose. In order to protect his fleeting, idle days with you—in order to protect the feelings he has for you, he chooses to keep you two apart for a little while longer.

Iwaizumi lives in uncertainty, but there’s one thing he’s sure of. The day you get with Oikawa will be the day his world crumbles. Your hours, your smile and your secrets—your concern and your funny habits—every bit of you that you’d voluntarily given him will now belong to Oikawa. It will be his to adore, to protect, and to keep secret like he once did. One day, before you realize it, he will turn into a background character you once had history with, and he hates that.

So for now, Iwaizumi keeps it a secret. He knows this secret will cause irreparable damage to your friendship once exposed, but he’s already too far ahead to worry. It’s an issue for another day. (If only you hadn’t met Oikawa, he thinks. Then your happiness wouldn’t have been jeopardized).

Your ramblings on this particular day went on much longer than usual, showing off how long you and Oikawa hung out the day before. At last, noticing his distant expression, you stop. “Is something the matter?”

Complexity paints his face. Loneliness, anger, or sadness, you couldn’t quite grasp what it is he’s feeling. So much for seven years of friendship.

His lips part, but no words escape. Looking at the concern in your eyes, he savors all the feelings he’s felt for you thus far. All the love and anger; the betrayal and loneliness—all of it. He takes in every detail of your delicate feautures and sighs.

A smile forms on his lips and he pinches your cheeks playfully. “Never mind me,” he says at last. “It seems like you and Oikawa went on a date, huh?”

Just one more day, he thinks as he watches you smile widely. He swallows his secret one last time. Just one more day is enough, then I will tell you at last.

extra note: silly iwa! who would ever leave you for another man?!

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was there a lifetime waiting for us?

PAIRING. miya atsumu x reader　SONG. lifetime by ben&ben　TAGS. exes, angst.

NOTES. kinda rushed lol.

“MSBY Black Jackals setter Miya Atsumu announces his engagement.”

The sudden news came early in the morning of spring, just around the time everyone began their day. It certainly came as a surprise to you, who had seen the news on a large screen outside while drinking your coffee.

The headline was loud and clear, written in bold, capital letters. “In Miya-sans announcement via social media, he states that he has ‘found someone to spend eternity with.’ He also thanks his fans for their support. MSBY Black Jackals will be playing against Schweiden Alders tonight in Osaka.” The announcer says.

You find yourself huddled over your phone, too occupied with Atsumus life to worry about yours. His name is on the search bar, and you’re reading every article the internet has to offer. So he’s found someone, you think, letting out a deep sigh as you turn your attention to the cherry blossoms swaying in the air.

You remember it clearly, the night after the two of you graduated. After all, it was the night you two had broken up. While Atsumu had been set on becoming a professional player in Osaka, you had Tokyo in your mind for university. Two different dreams, two different cities, and two very different schedules—you couldn’t handle it.

Atsumu held onto your hand tightly. “Four years…” he muttered to himself, eyes on the ground as the two words circled his brain over and over again.

“What?” You teased. “You can’t even wait four years for me, your beloved?”

“What are you saying?” He looked back at you, brows furrowed, slightly offended you’d even doubt him. “Of course I can wait four years. Once you move to Osaka, we can get married.”

“Too early,” you waved him off, laughing. “We’ll be twenty-two, Tsumu. Let’s take our time.”

“But a lot can change in four years,” he said, slightly wincing at the last two words. “Maybe at that point, we’ll want to start a family and…”

You reached for his cheeks, kissing his forehead in hopes of cutting him off. “We can think about that when the time comes,” you tell him. “Four years is four seasons in the league, and perhaps even four championship titles. A family can wait.”

“But you’ll be there, right?” He asked. “In four years, you’ll be in Osaka with me?”

“In March,” you smiled at him confidently. “Right when the cherry blossoms bloom in late March, I’ll be there.”

“I can wait that long,” he finally concludes. “If it’s you, I’m willing to wait that long.”

***

You know you could’ve skipped out on this game (one seat empty wouldn’t matter for the famous MSBY, you think), but a part of you wanted to see it for yourself. To see that he’s happy, that he moved on. Perhaps you wanted to hurt him the same way he did to you.

The lights dim, signaling the start of the game. You keep your eyes on the door where the MSBY team will enter, waiting for the moment you will see him again. They exit in their own unique way, MSBY. Bokuto leads the pack, overflowing with energy. His arms are up and waving, encouraging the audience to scream a little louder. Hinata and Sakusa follow, and soon enough, he makes his entrance.

His yellow dyed hair is neatly parted to the side, and his smile so unconvincing as he waves to the crowd. He looks up at your section, and his eyes immediately lock with yours—the same hazel eyes that used to greet you with so much love, now looks at you with great shock.

The game ends after an hour. The mistakes in Atsumus performance was evident—it was the one thing the audience wouldn’t stop talking about. “Maybe he got nervous after announcing his engagement,” one girl says as she passes by you, reminding you that he’s no longer yours. MSBY still won their game, and Atsumu is now engaged. In the end, he’s reached a satisfying ending without you in the story.

Damn it, you mutter to yourself. Frustration takes over your mind and body as you lose yourself in the venue. You dammned Black Jackals and your…

Your name echoes in the empty hallway and it’s Miya Atsumu, who rides on the waves of energy and confidence, calling for your so tenderly. You expected him to be down about his lack of success in the game to even think of you, yet he’s here, calling out your name. You rush, speed walking to the exit in hopes of leaving him behind.

But he gets to you before you get the chance to do so. His hands reach for yours, and you instinctively pull away. He says your name once more, soft and loving in the same way he always did four years ago. “You’re here…”

“Just like I’d promised,” you tell him, faux smile spread across your lips. “Telling me wouldn’t have hurt, you know.“

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Was it that hard to wait, Atsumu?” The sharpness in your tone as you say his name for the first time in ages hit him like poison. “You said that if it was me, you’d wait four years.”

“A lot can change in four years,” he merely says.

“And you should’ve told me,” you retort. “Even if it destroyed me beyond repair, you should’ve told me when it all started to change. Instead of dreaming about our future while you thought of someone else, I could’ve focused on my studies without you—without Osaka as my end goal.”

He reaches for you once again, but the result remains the same. “Y/N…” he says, voice now hopeless. “Don’t do this…”

“You told me,” you smile once again as tears threaten to leave your eyes. “You told me we’d get married. Did you really move on so easily?”

His lips part, but before he could reply, his phone buzzes. Pulling out his phone and looking at the notification displayed on screen, he sighs. “I have to go,” he says slowly, refusing to meet your gaze. “She’s…waiting for me.”

“I see…” you take a peek at his phone, only to find it dim and protected. You watch as he shoves his phone back in pocket, his other hand rubbing his temple. “Does she make you happy?” The question you’d held back on slip out unconsciously.

He looks up, studying you carefully knowing this will be the last time he sees you. “Not as much as you do.”

You let out a soft laugh, your heart shattering—his words the cause. “That’s the mistake you’ll have to live with for eternity.”

You turn around and open the door. “Y/N,” he calls for you one last time, his tone bringing you back four years when the two of you, who didn’t know any better, were laying down on his roof, taking in the spring breeze. “If it all fails, can I look for you once again?”

You smile bitterly, bowing at him. “Miya-san,” you say, your voice soft and tender. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

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pensees tranquilles

PAIRING. oikawa tooru x f!reader　SONG. pensees tranquilles by hoyomix (LOL dont flame me)　TAG. fluff.

NOTES. its my first time writing self insert and 2nd pov pls bear with me lol (i also have no clue how to work tumblr oops). the first sentence was all i had when i decided to write this (1am😓). to those who write without a specific plot in mind, i seriously applaud you!

Honey drips from Oikawa Toorus golden lips every time he speaks.

Surely the gods from above crafted him with delicacy, drenching every corner of his body in that sweet substance knowing that one day, he will be the arms you run to. At least, that’s what you think as he runs his calloused fingers against your hands. His unconscious habit has his thumb and index finger roaming your palm, tracing each line you have as if he knew what they all meant.

A burning, crimson sunset is the backdrop of your cherry blossom viewing date with Toru. In a cage of cherry trees, petals cascade from above, swaying as a cool breeze passes by. Eventually, the petals touch the ground, creating a pool of pink at your feet.

“Hey, are you listening?” He asks, voice with a hint of loneliness.

You pull your head away from his shoulder to take one look at him, and sure enough, he’s pouting. You stifle a laugh, smiling just bright enough with a hum convincing him that you were. “Go on,” you say. “Iwaizumi during practice, was it?”

Suddenly, his caressing stops and his brows furrow. “You know, I really don’t like it when you say his name.”

Your brows rise with amusement. “Why? Does it sound weird?”

He throws a disgusted glance at you. This time, you let out a giggle. “Not funny,” he frowns. “Your lips are suited for something more sweet. Iwa-chans name is too…”

You think about Iwaizumis last name. Iwa meaning ‘rock’, and izumi meaning ‘fountain.’

Like a dashing knight in battle, Toorus name means to ‘pierce’. You can see it when he sets the ball, body overflowing with passion and focus. But right now, in this moment where serenity casts upon you two like a soft blanket, he is merely a boy. Only Oikawa Tooru who’s selfishly in love with you.

“How about when I say ‘Tooru?’” You ask teasingly, running your hands through his caramel hair. “Tooru, Tooru, Tooru,” you repeat his name like a mantra, letting the syllables escape your lips slowly.

He’s quick to place his hands over you lips. “Okay, I get it,” he says frantically. His ears are visibly red—cheeks too, but you’ve always loved that hidden confession of his. Even when he did his best to cover his face in a moment of embarrassment, the tip of his ears were always ready to rat him out. “You sound so nice when you say my name. In love too, might I add.”

You look at him with eyes so telling. What about my name in yours? You ponder.

Suddenly, like he’d read your mind, your name slips from his lips. He says your name with ease, his tone low yet full of affection. His hands cup your cheeks, and he begins to plant kisses all over your face. From your forehead to your eyelids; to your nose and eventually to your lips—your name uttered in between. “How do I sound?” He jokingly asks, a smirk on his lips.

The suns glow paints the side of his face a beautiful golden color. The moment he said your name, you practically melted. Your mind returns to your initial thoughts, and your thumb reaches for his lips in search of answers. “You sound like honey is dripping from your lips.”

He laughs, slow and steady, pulling you closer by your waist. “Do I now?” He asks, sounding cocky. “Does this mean my kisses taste sweet?”

You smirk, holding his chin up to meet your gaze. “Hm, not too sure. Want to give it another try?”