#Iwas writing a whole post about that but I lost my train of thought and haven’t finished writing it yet

[amethystroselily]

I’ve noticed Dazai still warns people in the mafia that something big is about to happen before he warns the ADA, and I think that’s fucking insane and so interesting.

Like how he skipped a company event to thank Hirotsu for helping him and then warned him about Dostoyevsky after the guild arc (which I’m pretty sure was the first time we hear Dazai talk about him), or how he told Akutagawa that he was probably going to prison but didn’t warn any of his coworkers.

[sgwrscrsh]

winter days: underneath the tree

☁️a/n☁️ this made my heart very warm to write even though i pulled an all-nighter to get it done because my time-management has gone to shit after finals. requested by @sachirou-senpai​. thank you, ellie, for giving me a reason to bring back my boys. i’ve missed ‘summer on you’ so much. this can be read as a stand-alone or as a spin off of ending b, my fave. either way, merry christmas to my babes who celebrate! i have one more christmas fic for tmr and then i’m hiding away to plan + write an smau.

includes: female!reader, poly!seijoh four, post-timeskip (very minor manga spoilers), lots of domesticity, a little suggestive bit, a lot of eating and sleeping now that i realize, a christmas tree, matching pajamas, a very special christmas gift, makki slapping your ass once, a lil teary moment w tooru, homemade curry + pancakes (but not together), lots of cuddling, lots of love, happy holidays, 4.35k words

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shivering slightly, you unlock the door to the rather spacious apartment you shared with your four boyfriends later into the evening than you would’ve liked. 

yes, four boyfriends. whom you love very much and are loved by in return.

living with four towering hunks has it’s ups and downs, but you wouldn’t trade tooru’s extensive skin care regiment sprawled across the bathroom counter; hajime’s bag of protein powder that he always forgets to put away; issei’s boots that you always tripped over when you came through the front door; or takahiro’s costco-sized box of cream puffs in the freezer that he insisted he would finish by the end of the month, almost half a year ago, for the world.

you made sure to stomp off the snow stuck on your boots before entering the building, but you couldn’t help but sigh at the warmth that greets you once you toe them off.

“ahhh,” you think. “thank goodness tooru convinced us to invest in heated floors.” another perk of having four boyfriends was that two of them brought in enough bank for you to seriously consider becoming their cute little housewife. snorting, you shake your head, though the idea of prancing around in a maid outfit to tease them seemed very appealing. “maybe we should make hiro dress up and clean the house since he still hasn’t found a new job yet.” 

“what’s so funny, sweets?” speak of the devil. makki’s head pops out from the bathroom nearest to the front door, steam rolling out and droplets falling from his hair, signifying that he had just taken a hot shower. wordlessly, you stare at him, lost in thought imagining the water caressing his toned body, but a second later, he gets a better look at you and laughs. “you look like a wet dog!” your glare loses some of its edge when he takes in your own damp strands. 

“did someone say something about a dog?” tooru comes bounding round the corner, and you could’ve sworn he drooped a little when he realized it was just you in the hallway sans dog. turning your icy glance on the setter, you open your mouth to complain about how mean the two of them were being to you when your prince charming comes in to save the day.

“you two, stop bullying the poor girl and let her take a warm bath before she gets sick!” iwa chides as he helps you unbundle the layers that protected you from the snow and sharp winds of the winter. pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and promising to pick out comfy clothes for you, he ushers you into your spacious en suite where a steaming tub full of rose petals awaits you. hajime chuckles at the starry eyes you give him, heart warming at the love and appreciation shining clear as day on your face, before he leaves to grab a clean pair of underwear, one of issei’s t-shirts, and a pair of his own sweats, knowing you much prefer to wear their clothes at home.

submerged in the bath, you exhale contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut as you enjoy the product of iwa’s consideration and foresight. letting the stress of work and the chill of the outdoors melt from you, you stay in the water until it cools and your fingers prune. a lone thought of how much more you would’ve enjoyed the bath if the boys had joined you flits through your mind, but you jolt when you open your eyes and find issei sitting on the counter with a towel and your robe in his lap, some of the water sloshing over the side of the tub. 

“oh thank god, i was scared you fell asleep and would drown or choke on a rose petal.” you giggle while he wraps you up in your robe before gently toweling your hair dry. “you can’t leave me to deal with the three of them alone.” 

rolling your eyes, you retort easily, “if anything, i’d feel bad about leaving hajime to deal with the three of you alone. the poor man puts up with enough from his team, he doesn’t need you guys ganging up on him, too.”

“well i’ll have you know, sometimes he really enjoys us ganging up on him.” his cheeky quip paired with his wiggling eyebrows earns him a smack on the chest but regardless, you let him sweep you up into his arms and drop you on the massive bed the five of you shared. “get dressed, babygirl. as much as i’d love to spend more time with you naked, i gotta help haji finish dinner.” with a quick peck on your lips, issei leaves you to do just as he said. 

emerging revitalized and relaxed, your mouth waters at the smell of homemade curry, distracted enough to not notice tooru’s arms wrapping around your shoulders and waist. 

“hey, cutie, i’ve missed you,” he sings, face snuggled into the junction of your shoulder and neck. you spin around in his hold to slip your arms around his slim torso, relishing his firm lines against your soft curves. 

“‘ve missed you too, tooru.” and you really did, grateful that all of you were able to take time off work and he was able to come home a week before the holidays, giving the five of you a whole month to spend together before he had to jet back to argentina for his next bout of training and practice games.

“hell yea! group hug!” makki comes running towards you guys, only for you to twist out of his reach at the last second, sending him straight into the sofa behind you. “oof, that was cold, y/n.”

you stick your tongue out at the strawberry boy. “yea, well that’s what you get for laughing at me when i got home. sucker.” still entangled in tooru’s embrace, you feel his body shake with mirth and bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from dissolving into giggles when you see a pout take over hiro’s pretty face.

“dinner’s ready,” comes iwa’s call, beckoning the three of you into the kitchen before you could antagonize each other some more. once you all got your servings of curry, you settle into your proclaimed seats on the large sofa, your body comically small compared to their tall frames dwarfing the cushions. noting the way tooru threw his long legs over iwa’s and how mattsun and makki leaned against each other as they ate, you fold your legs to tuck your feet under takahiro’s thigh and dig in to your meal with some trashy reality show lighting up the tv screen, completely certain that the warmth in your chest was from the company of your loved ones more so than the piping hot potatoes in your stomach.

during breakfast the next day, you blearily rub the sleep out of your eyes before taking a sip of your coffee, a satisfied “ahhh” escaping your parted lips as you lean against the kitchen counter. slowly peeling your eyelids open, you notice all of their gazes were focused on you. “yes? can i help you?” you ask amusedly, awake now that caffeine had be introduced to your tired body.

“how are you still so gorgeous in the morning?” you blink at the dreamy look on iwa’s face propped up in his hands with his elbows on the surface of the island. looking around, you see the other three matching the athletic trainer’s pose and expression next to him. thinking over your messy bedhead, mysteriously stained pajamas, and almost impressively dark eyebags, you want to scoff, but the unfairly handsome men giving you their undivided attention despite all of that (“because of all of that, y/n-chan,” tooru would argue) make you blush instead.

“you’re one to talk, haji,” you opt to remark, hoping to divert their focus from you and your rosy cheeks. “and don’t look at me like that,” your pointed finger swinging wildly between the four of them like the needle of a compass. “you already know you guys are way outta my league, you don’t need me to tell you that.” with one last flourish, you wave your hand dismissively before grabbing your mug with both hands, palms warming against the ceramic.

“as wrong as you are, you can’t blame us for wanting to hear the love of our lives compliment us first thing in the morning as we admire her natural beauty,” mattsun grins once he sees the success his words have at deepening the flush on your face. tooru nods gravely in agreement, but it’s makki’s one-two combo of a wink and an air kiss that breaks you. you roll your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh but release it immediately when the playful atmosphere takes a heady turn. clearing your throat, you pay no heed to their hungry expressions, knowing full well that they all noticed your little action and how they would react to it.

“a-anyways,” you stutter, “i’m gonna go get ready ‘cause i have things to do today so-” you try to slip by, leaving your empty cup in the sink, only to get caught in your tracks by hiro’s long arms. 

“ah, ah, ah, princess. and where do you think you’re going?” soon enough, you find yourself surrounded by your smoking hot boyfriends and heat up in anticipation of their next moves. 

“this so isn’t fair,” you complain aloud, though you were just as eager as they were to get you out of your worn sleep clothes. 

“tough shit, babygirl. guess you’re just gonna have to add four more things to your to-do list, huh?” 

naturally, you leave your errands for some day later in the week when you’re able to walk properly again.

the opportunity comes when you rise earlier than the rest of them, a rare occasion where you found yourself graced with the freedom of sleeping on the outside instead of being sandwiched in the middle of the bed. tiptoeing about, you brush your teeth and get dressed, somehow managing to not wake any of the sleeping beauties. you scribble little love-filled messages on post-it notes and stick them around your apartment on your way out, but not without one last soft smile in the direction of the bedroom, the sight of the four of them cuddled together through the door left ajar renewing your motivation to accomplish your tasks and come home sooner. 

with your laptop bag in tow, you set out for your first destination, settling into a corner booth at the coffee shop with a full cup and a pastry. once you finish your breakfast, you pull out your laptop and get to work, scouring the internet for the perfect gifts for your lovably imperfect partners. you rack your brain for any recollection of any moment where they would’ve let a potential present slip into conversation and light up when you come across volleyball print pajama pants. you check the availability of the sizes you needed and upon realizing that they were all in stock and would be delivered before christmas, you place your order without a moment’s hesitation. satisfied with your progress, you pull up the animal shelter’s hours before heading out of the cafe, the barista’s greetings and the jingling bells echoing behind you. 

by the time you return home, it’s late in the afternoon and you’re greeted by a wall of warm bodies as soon as you step through the front door. 

“where’ve you been, babe?” once again, takahiro is the first to meet your return, but this time he plants a sweet kiss on your lips with his long fingers encircling your waist after his inquiry. 

“oh, you know,” you sigh, dazed from the saccharine embrace. “out and about.”

“busy day? hope it was productive.” you nuzzle into tooru’s chest, feeling the timbre of his voice through your skin, and nod.

“as a matter of fact, it was.” their eyes soften at the proud grin stretched across your face. but your grumbling stomach just had to ruin the moment, making the three of you stare at each other before bursting out in chuckles.

“you skipped lunch?” oiks asks, wrapping each arm around yours and hiro’s waists and guiding you into the kitchen. you rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

“i guess so? i didn’t really notice i was hungry until now.”

“good thing we saved your favorite from that chinese place down the street for you,” mattsun comes up behind you and lands a kiss on the crown of your head. you beam gratefully up at him and skip over to the fridge to retrieve the takeout.

“welcome home, love,” iwaizumi emerges from the bathroom to complete the set and gives you a once over. “you look tired.”

“gee thanks, hajime.” he rolls his eyes playfully at you while you wait for your food to heat up in the microwave.

“what time did you get up this morning?” 

“uhhh,” you start, mouth full. at iwa’s stern glare, you swallow before answering, “seven-ish? earlier than i would’ve like for a vacation day but it was worth it.”

“hm, well i’m glad you had a good day at least.” you shuffle over to kiss his cheek before dropping yourself on top of where tooru and hiro were cuddling on the sofa, eyes drifting around the room to take in the holiday decorations adorning the space.

“thanks, haji. but you’re right, i am sleepy.” suppressing a yawn, you lean back against the broad chests behind you and tuck back into the paper container. “can we take a nap once i’m done?”

“sure thing, babygirl.” the innocent smile mattsun sends your way turns mischievous with his added comment. “we really tuckered ourselves out while you were gone.” you nearly choke but makki’s hand thumping your back helps you dislodge whatever food got caught in your throat. iwa shakes his head and looks to the side in an attempt to hide his face, but the reddening tips of his ears give him away. meanwhile, oikawa catches your eye and winks.

“how else did you suppose we keep ourselves occupied when our baby wasn’t home?” you get up to toss your now empty container, shaking your head as you go. 

“i’m glad to see you at least got the christmas tree up before going at it. god, you’re all insatiable.”

“i mean, it’s hard not to be in this relationship,” hajime grumbles.

“aww, iwa,” makki pushes his lips into an overexaggerated pout. “you make me hard, too.” full-bellied chortles escape the four of you, ignoring iwaizumi’s indignant huffs.

“whatever,” comes his miffed reply, but you know he takes all your antics in stride. soon enough, he returns to the living room with a stack of blankets and finds you and issei added to the pile of limbs tooru and hiro founded. somehow, hajime situates himself to fit perfectly in your cuddle fest, blankets sprawled about to keep you warm.

one last yawn leaves your mouth before you mutter a sleepy, “night, guys. love you,” barely registering the quiet “love you”s you get in return as you drift off, the lights adorning your christmas tree twinkling above you.

christmas day, you wake up before the others again, this time more than willing to feign sleep and revel in the warmth of your shared bed. luckily, you don’t have to wait long for your boys to stir. sitting up, you stretch your arms above you head and begin to climb out of bed only to be caught by the wrist and dragged back down.

“haji, please,” you draw out. “we can finally open the presents under the tree!”

“i don’t care, it’s too early for you to leave me, princess.” you hum as he pulls you closer to him, revisiting your mental note that iwa is much more openly (and selfishly) affectionate in the mornings. 

“oi, the rest of us are still here you know.” face buried against tooru’s back, mattsun’s muffled complaint gets hajime to loosen his hold on you. 

“yea, yea,” he props himself up on his elbow to lean over you and kisses the former middle blocker’s temple. “unfortunately.”

“so mean, iwa-chan,” oikawa pipes up, stretching his arm across you to caress your boyfriend’s toned arm before lacing his fingers with makki’s. the pink haired man himself, still half-asleep, squeezes tooru’s hand before sitting up.

“hey, wait. it’s christmas, isn’t it?” takahiro’s question reminds you of the package you received a couple days prior, prompting you to spring out of bed before one of them could reel you back in. the four watch you rifle through the closet and resurface with the pajama pants you ordered.

“merry christmas!” you cry excitedly, tossing each boy their respective pair and eagerly awaiting their reactions. “they’re matching pj’s! look, i got one for myself, too.” thankful that you chose to go to bed in just one of iwa’s godzilla t-shirts and underwear last night, you rush to slip on your volleyball print pants. the boys take in your childlike joy, chests tightening at how precious you are. “hurry up, i want you to try them on so we can match!” at your insistence, they roll out of bed and dutifully don your gifts. 

“oh these are actually really soft,” tooru murmurs thoughtfully, fingering the fabric on his thigh.

“right?” you pipe up, nearly bouncing off the walls. “i wanted to do something to commemorate our first christmas together in this apartment and i thought these were really cute since volleyball is what brought us together in the first place.” eyes meet each other as you all reminisce that special summer, grateful that you stayed close despite your individual journeys after graduation.

suddenly, the doorbell ringing catches your attention. a brief glance at the clock on the bedside table tells you it’s much later in the morning than you though, but you’re quick to answer the door.

“who could that be?” the boys are left wondering, wandering out into the living room in time to see you wave goodbye to whoever it was with a large gift-wrapped box sitting on the floor next to you. 

“babe? who was it?” tooru is the first to ask the question on all of their minds. 

“oh, just my best friend. they wanted to drop this off on their way to their parents’ house.” you gingerly pick up the box and bring it to where your boys were waiting for you. “go ahead!”

“go ahead?” hajime parrots. 

“yea! open it!”

“it’s not for you?” takahiro ponders.

“well yes and no. c’mon just open it already!” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet at this point. tooru finally takes the initiative to remove the lid of the box, eyes widening when he sees what it hid.

“oh my gosh,” he breathes. the other three nearly knock heads with how quickly they lean over the opening.

“is that-?” a furry little head pops up over the edge of the box, round eyes peering up at the four of them.

“a dog! yes!” you squeal. “he’s a shelter dog!”

“he is?” hiro is in awe, slowly reaching out to cradle the little guy in his arms.

“i met him the other day when i woke up early and ran errands without you guys. isn’t he just the cutest?” big hands dwarf the small pooch as they gently pet his head and stroke his fur.

“does he have a name?” tooru has the good sense to ask. 

“mhm, the lady at the shelter said his previous owner named him ponyo.”

“ponyo…” issei whispered, eyes shining. 

“i know we’re nowhere near ready to start thinking about kids,” you start, the topic of the conversation instantly drawing their attention. tooru even ignored ponyo’s little tongue lapping at his fingers. “but i thought we could use an addition to our family.” 

“y/n, princess, we obviously all love him already, but we’re busy with work- well, most of us are. who’s gonna take care of him?” hajime questions, almost reluctantly.

“i mean, hiro is home all the time since he’s still unemployed (“i said i was looking, damn!”), but i actually got promoted so my schedule is way more flexible and i can work from home most of the time.” your voice trails off bashfully, but they give you no time to be embarrassed, swallowing you up in a huge hug. 

“why didn’t you say anything sooner, baby? we’re so proud of you!” now you know how the dog felt being smothered by their affection, not that it was anything new for you.

“uhh, surprise?”

“fuck yea, surprise! god, you’re incredible. lemme make a list of things we’ll need to get for ponyo once the stores reopen tomorrow.”

“actually…”

“you didn’t.”

“i did, with help from my best friend.” going into the lowest cupboards in the kitchen, you show off the bag of dog food and water and food bowls you bought soon after visiting the shelter. “his bed and crate are in the other closet by the washroom.”

“how did we get so lucky?” takahiro asks aloud, making you blush as the others nod in sync, all of them blown away by your thoughtfulness.

“this is nothing. i just wanted to show you guys how much i love you.” you play with your fingers, a little overwhelmed now that the initial excitement has worn off. “oh wait!”

“there’s more?” tooru asks, shocked.

“but wait, there’s more!” mattsun and makki chime in simultaneously, making you laugh as you retrieve the last present. you hop over to where tooru was sitting on the sofa with ponyo on his lap, scooping the dog up and locking the two of you in the bathroom. a couple minutes later, you open the door to let ponyo scurry over to his dads, who coo softly once they see him come around the sofa.

“when did you have time to do this?”

“my pants were a little long, so i hemmed them one night after you guys passed out on the sofa watching your old volleyball matches. i kinda guessed ponyo’s measurements based on standard info i found on the internet, but it fits perfectly so i’m glad!” looking at the little sweater you made for your new family member out of the extra fabric from your pj pants, you couldn’t stop the pleased grin that broke out on your face. “now even ponyo matches with us!”

while your gaze was trained on the tiny dog that was exploring his new home, theirs were stuck on you, your resemblance with a proud mother struck something in them, giving them thoughts of you with their children. yes, children. but for now they shoved those images to the backs of their minds, meeting each other’s stares to confirm they were all in silent agreement.

“we’re gonna make breakfast, you just sit there ‘n look pretty while you watch ponyo, yea?” issei announces before pulling you into a searing kiss as he walks by. 

“not that that’s hard for you,” iwa tags on, kissing your cheek and ruffling your hair following mattsun into the kitchen.

“but i’m always hard for you.” you yelp when hiro playfully slaps your ass, flipping him off as he trails after the other two with a loud hoot. tooru comes up behind you and rubs your sore cheek, spinning you around so that you were face to face.

“why’d you do this to me, y/n-chan?” you meet his frown with a confused look of your own. “now it’s gonna be even harder for me to go back to argentina.”

“oh, tooru,” you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to bring him close. “you have the next few weeks to spend with us and our new baby.” as if he knew you were talking about him, ponyo pads over to sit by your feet, tail wagging. oikawa sighs melodramatically.

“a few weeks is nothing compared to the months i’ll be gone!” 

“oi, shittykawa, you better not be complaining after everything this morning,” hajime hollers from the kitchen.

“love you, too, iwa-chan!” tooru calls back instinctively then he looks back down at you, his eyes giving away how much leaving will hurt him and it nearly makes you tear up with him.

“tooru, baby, it sucks every time you leave us, but you’re following your dreams and doing what you love. and we want to support you all the way, even if it means doing so from across the world. but with my new work schedule, i’ll be able to call or text you pretty much whenever. and just think how much sweeter it’ll be the next time you do come home to us. so don’t be too sad, okay, my love? we’ll all be here waiting for you.” 

as the last words leave your lips, tooru has you pulled flush against him, arms wrapped tight around your body. his face was hidden, but you could feel the sobs in hot breaths against your shoulder. you guided him over to the sofa and let him cry, petting his hair and peppering kisses on his tear-streaked face until he tired himself out. 

issei, hajime, and takahiro come out of the kitchen with stacks of pancakes and all the fixings, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you once they see tooru snoozing in your lap. iwa picks ponyo up before he could get a bite of your breakfast while you gently shake your boyfriend awake. mattsun and makki set up ponyo’s crate and bedding, leaving him with a toy to keep him occupied while the five of you filled up your plates.

sitting in the living room of the apartment you shared with your four boyfriends on christmas day, stuffing your face with fruit and whipped cream topped pancakes that they made, in matching pajamas with your new rescue dog scampering about, you couldn’t ask for a better gift underneath the tree.

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[rinablet]

Hi, so um, is it okay if I write your hero au as a fanfiction, and if it's okay can I know why Suga went to go talk to Oikawa? And how does Iwaizumi feels about Oikawa being in a cell? Also, how is Oikawa in normal clothes teaching them sparring? Did Suga break him out of prison and hid him away and that only a few people know where he is?

iguess you can, since i can’t find the time to continue the au itselfright now. I’m not good with expressing emotions in medias, but I’lltry to answer as clear as I can. So answers are under the cut, sinceit could be somekind of a spoiler fest.

WhySuga went to go talk to Oikawa,and if Sugabreak him out of prison

Okayfirst, i haven’t actually fully fleshed out the aspects, butessentially there’s a war of view points happening in the HeroAssociation; One is the director’s side (you can see it in ushijimaand the swans, and even in daichi if you look at the first comic),where they believe justice over solidarity of team(does this count aslawful good?). Another one, oikawa(and later suga’s), is, well,supporting your teammates through anything.

Here’s a timeline of what’s been going on in my comics if you’d like a visual aid

Theevent in which oikawa ‘broke up’ his and iwa’s duo happened beforeikejiri’s death. I imagine it being kind of a big deal in theassociation when it first happened, in which everyone has to knowthat oikawa’s being locked up now. So after ikejiri’s death, andseeing how daichi prevented suga from saving ikejiri at the time,suga’s been having doubts for the morals that the HA holds. That’swhy he seeked out oikawa, to compare(or maybe even justify) hisdoubts.

Ididn’t actually draw these points(too lazy, sorry) but in the endthey came to a conclusion that they need to form some kind of a'rebellion.’ They had to form their own group, and declare waragainst what the HA currently stands for. They’re going to have torecruit the newly graduated trainees(like the First Gen*), or other doubting members of the HA, or reallyanyone who’s willing to fight, who’s realizing that, yes, this viewpoint can’t be entirely right(for akaashi’s case he wasn’t a memberof the HA originally, he had been a member of the nation’s military force who’stired of the HA getting all the credit for saving people’s lives)

Butbefore that, yes, Suga had to break Oikawa out of that cell and finda new base where they could start all of those things.

*when i say FirstGen i was revering to the ones who are in the first year in the manga, like hinata and kageyama. They’re both basically had been trainees, training to become members of HA when news of Oikawa’s group’s arose and kageyama decided to follow Oik’s footsteps

HowIwaizumi feels about Oikawa being in a cell

thisis where I’m having troubles because, again, I can’t express emotionsin medias that well.

Aboveall, ofcourse Iwaizumi had to be sad that his best friend(lover?However you want to portray the pairings in this au is honestly up toyou), the one he’s been spending his whole career from trainees tofully functioning members of the HA, might not be what he’s alwaysthought of him. Maybe Iwaizumi didn’t know Oikawa as well as he likedhimself to believe.

Inmy portrayal, Iwaizumi has always been the kind of bestfriend who’slike, 'I see that’s how you perceive the world, and I respect that.But don’t expect me to be easily dragged into your stance if I thinkwhat you’re doing is stupid, because then I would have to snap youout of it.’ That’sthe reason why he decided to hit oikawa’s knee in that one comic.

AndI hope you could take from that kind of view point and turn it intosome sort of description of how he’s going to feel about his partnerbeing locked up for what he believes, because to be honest I’m a bit lost there myself lol

HowOikawa isinnormal clothes teaching them sparring

Well,they only wear their uniforms when they’re out in 'official’ battles, other than that it’s up to them if they want to wear civilian clothes.

You could take their different levels of abilities fromwhat you’ve seen in the manga or anime. For example, Oikawa has beendescribed as a very talented setter and a 'Grand King’, whileSugawara may have experience and the brain, but there’s no denyingthat there’s only so much he could do with his abilities. That’s whyI made Oikawa the 'teacher’ in their rebellion group. I onlyhave one note for this: Suga is lacking in stamina. He can only use hisdestructive force powers once as a last resort before he collapsesout of exhaustion, this is where he needs Oikawa’s help to pacehimself. 

But other than that, it’s up to you if you want to describe how they’re helping each other in their trainings, really.

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Ihope this clears things enough, and I hope I don’t sound toocontrolling as to what you have to or must not write.. Really you have as much control of the story as I do, and you could even change some aspects of the story and add your own take of the characters if you’d like

And could yougive me the link if you’ve posted the fic? I’d love to read it!

[tenshiii27]

For What It’s Worth | Oikawa Tooru X Reader

A/N: This is a uhm, what do you call that, a paraquel to my previous story; tenshiii27.deviantart.com/art/… BUT YOU CAN READ THIS WITHOUT READING THE OTHER. I know, I know, you wanted a part 2 but I cannot help myself. I juts felt like I needed to write Oikawa's side. I will still write a sequel so thank you so much for reading. - - - - - “I’m done for… It’s over… She would never forgive me…” No. It can't. Oikawa continued to stare at the ceiling of his room. He’s been at it for god-knows-how long. His thoughts went around what happened earlier. To say that it’s a bad day would definitely be the biggest underestimate to define whatever he is feeling right now. He just lost the fucking game of his life. The one game where he was given the last chance to prove that maybe hard work would beat talent for once. If the game they lost was the only reason he’s up till now, reflecting about everything that happened, maybe it’d be easier to just sleep it off. But no, the cherry on top of this bad day is the moment when the girl of his dreams walked away from his life. Probably forever? He hopes not. The real reason why he’s still up thinking about everything is that today was also the day he lost the love of his life. - - - - - (Name) already left the room to go home and check on her twin sister. She seems very worried about her sister so he let her follow her sister. She would always complain about her annoying selfish sister but he knew deep within her, she loved her twin so much. He can’t blame her, they’re halves of a whole anyway. Iwaizumi walks in the room, probably frowning about the fact that Oikawa’s alone in the lockers now. “Where’s (Name)-chan? I thought she’s here with you.” He said. The chocolate-haired setter tried his hard to smile and compose himself, but he knew his dark-haired friend would immediately know he’s faking it so he stopped trying. “Iwa-chan. I’m sorry we lost. I should’ve gotten that last shot. Maybe I should’ve trained harder. Longer. I can’t even win against my kohai. What a bummer.” Oikawa said. His tears were forming in the corner of his eyes, he tried to hold them back but he let them fall anyway. His friend picked up a magazine from the bench beside him. Oikawa got confused at first but Iwaizumi already smacked the rolled magazine in his head before he could dodge. “The heck you’re talking about, Tooru?!” His eyes widened, tears stopped flowing. “We know of all people that you worked your ass off every day to train. You trained harder than anyone else, you even injured yourself at one point but you never faltered. Don’t tell me this is enough to crush your soul. Because if yes, I am officially un-friending you.” Oikawa stayed silent but his tears already stopped. He never thought Iwa-chan would be like this. He thought he would just say witty remarks about him being trashy and all but he didn’t. I mean, yes there was a little scolding but would it be Iwa-chan without some provoking remarks. Oikawa smiled. “Iwa-chaaaaaaaaan!!!! You wouldn’t really unfriend me, would you????? You’re soooo mean.” He spread his arms as if asking for a hug but Iwaizumi started walking away, but he caught a hint of smile from his friend’s lips. “Trashykawa is back.” Iwaizumi whispered to himself. “Anyway, where’s (Name)-chan? She was here earlier right?” “Yup. Her sister got mad at her so she followed her.” Oikawa replied. “This is one of the reasons why I don’t approve of you guys keeping your friendship a secret. Anyone with eyes and ears would be able see the fact that you guys are totally in love with each other no matter how much you try to hide it.” Oikawa blushed. Totally forgetting momentarily about his loss earlier. “You don’t know that!” H exclaimed. Iwaizumi can only snort in reply. “It is true that (Name)-chan is amazing. She’s not annoying, clingy, emotional and she’s trustworthy. She’s not quick to judge, she knows and accepts the real me. She’s amazingly beautiful and talented and smart and—But that’s not the point. I know I am doing a pretty good job at hiding my feelings!” “Yeah right.” Iwaizumi said, dismissing him. “By the way, Oikawa. You hadn’t forgotten about what you still have to do, right? It’s high time you tell her your feelings.” His dark-haired friend added. “But what if she rejects me? Tell me that she sees me only as a friend and that she’s in love with someone else? What if she’s in love with you??? I caught you once talking after school!! What was that about, Iwa-chan? Are you betraying me? What? Oh my gods, what if you’re the one she wants to be close to and was just using me to get to yo--.” Before he could finish, he again received a hard smack in his head courtesy by his friend. “You really are an idiot, Shittykawa! Didn’t I just tell you that anyone with eyes can see that you’re utterly in love with each other? She watches after you, you just don’t know it because you’re too busy overworking yourself to achieve you dreams. Now it’s time you pursue something else besides volleyball. She’s a good person, Oikawa. Don’t hurt her.” Iwaizumi was wrong. He did notice her. She was always reminding him to rest once in a while and not to overwork himself. He always noticed her watching them practice. It was one of the reasons why he never gave up, because he knew somebody got his back no matter what, well aside from his dear friend Hajime. It was the times they're together in that spot behind the old gym that he treasured most. They we’re open, away from the crowds and he would always feel at peace just sitting beside her. Maybe this was the reason why they kept their friendship a secret, they didn’t want intruders, they only want each other. When she walked over his table that fateful day, he started seeing her in a different light. She was wonderful. Other people would see her as someone who don’t give a flying f*ck about anything not her business, but he knew better. She was caring. Warm. They said she’s too quiet, he knew she’s simply observing. They said she’s cold, he knew she’s just tactful. They said she too reserved, he knew she just good at listening. He promised himself he would tell her his feelings after his last match in high school. Win or lose, he’d done his best to be where he is now. So the next thing before continuing his volleyball career, is to tell (Name) that he’s in love with her for a long time now and ask her if she’s willing to be his personal cheerleader. God, he would love to hear her shouts and cheers during matches. Whenever she encourages her, he felt like he can conquer the world. If he’s a king, she definitely is his queen. - - - - - He’s f*cking anxious. This isn’t like him. Whenever he faces strong opponents in matches, he’s never nervous. He’s calm and collected. But this isn’t some match, this is the love of his life. He’s gonna confess. He fidgeted, checked his phone, checked his reflection in the class window beside him but he cannot calm down. He’s going to tell her, he thought for the hundredth time. He’s a minute away from backing out when he spotted her outside the café. She’s beautifully standing there, clad in her favourite dress. He wanted to take a picture of the sight. He wondered why isn’t she coming inside, he’s already too nervous and his mind is in chaos so he decided to come to her before all of his courage drains. “(Name).” He says, approaching the girl standing just below a lamp post. She smiled, the boy wondered why there’s no hitch nor tug in his heart. Probably my calming techniques, working? He thought to himself. He’s too preoccupied in collecting his thought to think of unnecessary things. - - - - - “Damn that bitch is really close with, Oikawa-san. She’s too selfish to keep him to herself, knowing that I’ve always liked Oikawa? This is the reason why I always hated her.” (Name)’s sister thought to herself while watching Oikawa approach her. She used (Name)’s favourite dress and even tried her best to style and act like her. They’re twins, no can tell them apart aside from their parents. She never understood why her sister is always better than her. There should’ve been only one of them in this world. Maybe she never would’ve felt like she was some piece of trash compared to her perfect sister. No one knows how hard it is to beat someone who isn’t even trying to compete with you in the first place. “Ugh, I really hate her.” She thought, again. He’s going to confess. From his restlessness and the lovestruck look in his face, she knew he was in love. “Annoying.” She thought. “Oikawa is mine now.” “F*ck, if I speak, he’ll know I’m not (Name).” The girl thought. The only thing that is not totally the same with them is their voice. So she stayed quiet, just watching the boy in front of her. - - - - - - Gathering up the last ounce of his courage, he took a deep breath. “(Name), Ihavesomethingtotellyou. Iknowitmaybesuddenwithallthathappenedtodaywiththelosingandallbut uhm…” Deep breaths, Oikawa, deep breaths, he thought. Don’t fuck this up, man. She just looked at him, he’s still confused about not feeling anything rather than nervousness. He thought everything would be easy since whenever he looks at her before, he gives his all into holding himself back from pouring all his unsaid feelings. But he’s telling her now, he thought. So he relaxed. “(Name), I have been in love with you. I’m in love with you then, I’m in love with you now. From the moment you walked into the classroom, with you (h/c) hair flowing behind you and that look in your eyes that makes it seem like you’d understand even someone like me the way I wanted to be understood. I love you, (Name). You’re the only thing I would be willing to give up volleyball for if you asked for it. I love—“ He poured everything out, all the unsaid feelings he bottled for a long time only to be interrupted. She kissed him. It’s a positive response, he thought to himself. He was happy. Even though they haven't talked about his loss today, at least now he got what he wanted more than winning that damn game. The girl of his dreams. When her lips met his, it was weird. Not that he thinks it is weird to kiss (Name) but it had no spark. No fireworks. Damn it, he thought. Just when he thought that maybe he can get the other thing he wanted, it just didn't feel right. Did he assumed too much? Was he just desperate to feel accepted that he confused comfort with love? But it's impossible. I know I love her. I do. He thinks to himself. When the kiss ended, he stared at her. It's not the same. When he saw her smile deviously to someone from his back, a light bulb popped into his head. Fuck. He confessed and kissed the wrong twin. And knowing the bad blood between (Name) and her sister, he knew deep within him she would never forgive her. Much less listen to his explanation. She won't even look at him even if he kneel and beg. Who thought he would lose the two most important things in his life in one day?