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hornime · 4 years

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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

#i jus wanna lick him clean #sue me #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #koutarou x reader #bokuto

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notwrxn · 3 years

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ - ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ ᴋᴇɪᴊɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ɴᴏᴛᴡʀxɴ

hey babes- this is old but i feel like posting sooooooooo, yeah. have fun w the cringe.

♥

TW:suicide, death, OD, etc.

♥

The blue eyed man was tired, and leaving one of the many parking lots of his university, all he could think about was sleeping. It had been a rough couple of nights, (Y/N)'s restless sleeping had been keeping him awake almost all week. You could hardly call it her sleeping. He was pretty sure then longest consecutive amount of time she'd slept in the past two weeks was a little over an hour, and it wasn't healthy. (Y/N) had been Akaashi's girlfriend since they graduated high school, they'd known each other since their third year of middle school, when he met her older brother, Bokuto.

The apartment he shared with his girlfriend wasn't far from his school, but because of the freezing February weather, he decided to drive. He loved to drive, in fact, their first date was a drive in theater followed by hours pointless driving. He smiled at the memory, but it quickly dissipated when he pulled his black car into the parking lot. Stuffing is hands in his blue jean pockets, he practically ran towards the front door, he wanted out of the cold. His running was short lived, he slipped on a thin sheet of invisible ice on the ground. 'Fuck...' he thought as he hit the ground. The entire back side of his tall body was on the cool ground, including the back of his head. The ache of his bones and new headache almost immediately set in, and so he sat up, gently touching the back of his head of messy black hair. As he expected, there was a warm sensation. Looking at his left hand, he confirmed it, he hit his head on the pavement, and it had scraped the hell out of him, and it was bleeding a little.

Groaning, he lifted himself from the ground, picking up his fallen keys in the process. This time, slower, he proceeded to walk to the front door, as well as listening for the locks to lock up his car. He opened the door, and relished in the warmth. Weird... he thought. (Y/N) is usually here to greet me. The only thing he could hear was the door behind him closing. He had a sudden feeling of dread, and was feeling nauseous. I need to clean my scrape... So, he ran to the bathroom, holding his stomach over his blue parka. Trying to open the door, he realized it was locked. No matter how much he pulled, it wouldn't budge. A terrible thought had just then entered his mind, as did the realization that the door only locks from the inside.

With his blue eyes wide, he screamed at the door, kicking it over and over again, forgetting his head, and everything else.

"(Y/N)!"

♥

It hurts... The floor is cold. I can feel myself getting tired. So tired. Its hard to keep my eyes open. All I can see is a blurry bottle. Its empty now.

"THUD. THUD. THUD," the door was being loud. I wonder what it could be.

"(Y/N)!" I hear a scream. Its to loud.

Oh... Keiji... I'm sorry...

"THUD. THUD. THUD. BANG!"

Too loud...

♥

Akaashi was out of breath, and he had finally kicked down the locked bathroom door. There lying on the floor was (Y/N). He couldn't register what he was looking at, until he saw the empty bright orange prescription bottle on the floor. Taking a quick step toward her barely breathing body, his knees buckled. With that, he fell to the floor, sobbing and hyperventilating.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and they didn't hesitate to fall.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) please baby wake up," he said, one arm wrapping around her up to his lap, the other to his phone in his pocket. He could she her eyes fluttering open and closed, looking all over the room, until they landed on his face. Akaashi was fumbling for his phone, his hands shaking as he tried to dial 911 as fast as he could. He then heard a mumble, coming from right below him.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), p-please stay awake. p-please talk to me baby," he said in a panicked tone as he held up his phone to his ear, waiting for an answer.

This cant be happening... He thought.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"M-my girlfriend, please hurry she's b-barley keeping her eyes open, p-please help me," he said, running his hands through her messy hair.

"Sir, please tell me your location and we'll send someone right away, I'd like you to put the phone on speaker until the EMT's get there so that I ca-"

"(Y/N)! PLEASE!" his deep voice cracked as he screamed, her eyes were blinking less and less, being closed more than open. He picked her body up, and held her close to his chest, and leaned back against the bathroom sink. He moved his legs outward, so (Y/N)'s limp legs were on either side of him. His head was still throbbing.

Still sobbing, he could hear the 911 operator trying to talk to him, but he was to preoccupied to care, the help should be on the way. Then, he heard the mumbling again, right next to his ear where (Y/N)'s head was sitting.

"Baby talk, t-talk to me," he said, looking at her paling face. Her half closed (E/C) eyes were staring straight into his.

"Keiji... Let me g-go," she said quietly. Again, his eyes widened, "W-what?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "I love you... so much..." she said, a single tear coming from her now closed eyes. After a few seconds, they still weren't open.

Akaashis hand rose to he face, lightly tapping his palm against her cheek, "N-no, no, no, no, (Y/N) b-baby wake up." Her eyes weren't opening, and her breaths were getting shorter. He knew what was happening.

"PLEASE SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!" he screamed, his voice cracking. His sobbing continued, and as he hugged her body closer to his. In his head, he was praying that the paramedics would get there sooner. Why, why, why... His thoughts were going a million miles an hour, all he could do was try to fathom why this was happening. Why he was sitting on his bathroom floor with the fading love of his life in his arms.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," the black haired boy whispered in her ear, the tears dampening her hair. He mumbled the three words to her over and over, kissing her cheeks and forehead...

He wouldn't let go, at least that what went through his head. Several minutes later, when the EMT crew finally got to the small apartment, they had to pry her now heavy body from him. There wasn't much they could do.

Akaashi just sat there on the bathroom floor, his hands behind his head, over the small piece of gauze stuck over his aching wound. One of the crew members was there with him, trying to speak to him. He would hardly listen, only nodding or shaking his head when he was asked a yes or no question.

Bokuto... What will I tell him...

♥

"Ringgg... Ringgg... Hey hey hey! Akaashiii! You called! You never call anymore, its always (Y/N), whats up?"

He didn't know what to say.

"Uhmm... Akaashi? You there man?" It had been a few seconds since his greeting.

"Bokuto, there was an accident," he said. He didn't want to say it.

"Huh? What do you mean? Are you ok? Is (Y/N) ok? Here let me talk to he-"

"Koutarou shes dead," his voice broke. He said it. He had to say it. Now it was really true.

"Heh, funny one. Not really funny, but, lemmie talk to her," Bokuto said. Keiji didn't respond. "Akaashi, give (Y/N) the phone," this time with a more strict tone. "KEIJI GIVE HER THE FUCKING PHONE! FUCK IT IM COMING TO THE HOUSE," he yelled into the phone, immediately hanging up.

♥

Keiji just stood there, arms drooped to the side. Minutes later, he still stood in that position. He only moved when he felt a pain to his left cheek. It was Bokuto Koutarou's fist. With the punch, he fell over to his couch. Returning back to the real world from his dazed state. He looked up at Bokuto's face, the bi-color haired boy's hands were on the others shoulders, he was breathing heavy.

"What happened," he said, his gold eyes looking straight into Akaashi's puffy blue ones. And he looked straight back and whispered, "Bokuto... she's dead." He reached into his pocket, pulling out the orange tube that was previously on the floor, holding it up for the other male to see. Bokuto lifted his hands from Akaashi's shoulders, and took a couple of steps back, tears now falling down his face.

"She's gone..." Akaashi was heartbroken an confused. He didn't know what to do. (Y/N) was his life. And she was gone.

♥

"Ringgg... Beep! Hey, its (Y/N). Just leave a message, I'll call ya back. Faster if you text me! Kay, bye!" At the tone, please record your message. When you are finished recording, you may hang up, or press one for more options. Beep!"

"Hey (Y/N). Its me again. Yes, I'm still keeping your phone paid for, hope that's not weird. I just miss your voice. Leaving a message is like talking to you. I mean, its a one sided conversation, but I know that you're listening. I talked to Bokuto today. Were closer, now that you're gone, we made plans to go check out this new ice cream place that just opened up next to uni. He misses you. I miss you, baby. Yesterday I went to the trail. You remember the trail, right? Anyways. It was just like our millionth date. Damn, it was barely 8 months ago that we climbed to the top. We screamed our hearts out. We had done it before, but i remember that time the best. We yelled all of out thoughts, our feelings. I hardly remember what you said. But I should've listened. Maybe I could've caught on to what you were planning to do. I can't go back, but I wish I could. I pray every night that this is a dream. Well, a nightmare to say the least. I love you, (Y/N). I hope I see you soon, baby."

♥

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oikawa13 · 4 years

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love in the time of köttbullar

Shouyou sets the bowl on the tiny table with a flourish and an itadakimasu! and this is when it hits Atsumu harder than a Skurup to the temple:He wants this. Shouyou, hip cocked against the miniature kitchen countertop, smiling shyly up at Atsumu through the amber fan of his lashes, beautiful god-boy-man somehow glowing gold even under the buzzy LED lighting. Though they’re standing in a 430,000 square foot warehouse in Tsurumachi, Atsumu’s looking at Shouyou, and he’s home.

Amid the Flärdfull and the Smörboll, Miya Atsumu falls a little more in love.

words: 3,378 | rating: T

i’ve never been inside an ikea so this fic quite literally changed me as a person. sometimes loving a person is as scary as saying that first i love you!!!! and sometimes... love is easy as saying i love you at an ikea ; ;

LAUNCHING MERRILY DOWN THE PATH OF SIN (THE FIRST TIME)

"Bokuto said I should bring you home. But I don’t know where you live. So I took you here.”

“To hell?”

"No, Atsumu-san. To my apartment."

words: 1,990 | rating T

i wake up in the middle of the night thinking about this fic and then go on ao3 to reread it again its just so fdjgfhdjf good. i think about this shoyo a lot. theres something!!!! very dreamy going on here. this is the first part to a series btw, you can read them all if you want since theyre probably all around 1k :-)

lord i no longer believe in anything but the way he holds my name between his teeth

The miracle of the rabbit on the moon.

“We took this photo at their seventh birthday party. His father baked a cake. But someone ate all the jellybeans off the top before they could even sing the birthday song. That’s why Atsumu cried. He used to cry a lot. It stopped when the twins found out about volleyball, but before that Atsumu would cry over everything. Spilled milk. A skinned knee. The neighbor’s dog. He was the twin that was scared of paper straws. It's funny how things have changed.

“He looks happier now. Did you do that?”

words: 10,456 | rating: T

so, this goes just a liiiiitle past 10k so its up to you if you want to read it or not, i just thought i’d include it since its so! close! lol theres this part!!!!! they are holding hands underneath the table!!!!!!!!! atsumu are you drunk?!!! no!!!!! hes just so stupidly in love with shoyo. i cant stand them!!!!!!!!!!!

wait for it, wait for it

The notifications are up at 100+ again and Hana wants to check it quickly to make sure nothing's wrong, especially because she'd just cleared them before the media scrum. The fans, she figured, must be overjoyed with the win.Congratulations MSBY Nation!!! the first reply reads. #myspiker #atsuhinaBoth tags, she finds, are currently trending in Japan.

Five times #atsuhina trended on volleyball Twitter and one time it should have (but luckily didn't), as told by the MSBY Black Jackals' junior publicist

words: 6,043 | rating: T

this fic is SOOOOO much fun!!!!!! also i love hana, idk if i ever mentioned that before but yeah. this is like... hdjkdhgjfd so much ; ; <3

south of an early summer

Warmth, then, was being wanted back. Two weeks later, Atsumu holds that warmth in by Shouyou’s waist; he watches it, how it sleeps, and wonders what the heat will become next.

words: 2,602 | rating T | tw: atsumu being atsumu about (past) kg/hn for a split second

IF i wasnt an absolute fool and gave you all these recommendations to pick and choose from id just send you this and the walking emoji bc honestly!!!!!!!!! i may not know what the heck romantic means but i see this and maybe it is romantic! maybe its not the average romantic idk?!!!! but i do know theres something beautiful here. love ?? ; ;

truths in two’s

Shouyou leaves for Brazil in two hours.

words: 8,300 | rating: T

LDR.... but like, in probably one of the easiest 2 breathe/good feeling fic for ldr!!!! idk im a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ten reasons to break up with me: a love letter

1. It has to be you, ‘cause I won’t.

words: 4,197 | rating: T

pls....... i cant even THINK about this fic without crying okay!!!!!!!! insane. fuckign!!!! i love it so much, so much. it lives in my heart. this is the fic where i was like... i dont believe in love. yes i do. no<3 YES!!!!!!!! and cried and paced my room and finally FINALLY!!!!!! stopped feeling so hurt about hinata leaving for brazil again lmao!! like, i cant explain. this sounds crazy right???? anyway, i think... atsuhina can love each other so much it hurts when theyre apart but their love is so.... i mean......... they literally waited years to play together... so......... their love keeps them going..... GOODBYE!!!! i love listening to fka twigs cellophane & home with you and just..... being insane.

just can’t help myself

Five times Hinata takes care of Atsumu, and one time Atsumu returns the favor.

words: 5,025 | rating: T

*think about atshn taking care of each other* *cries*

blue crush

And there’s a promise there, sewn into the easy curve of his lips: I’m not going anywhere, Atsumu-san. Glittering eyes that cut through the rain-blurry dark like a beacon when Shouyou turns back to look up at him. Even if you fuck up all of our dates.

Murphy’s Law as demonstrated by Miya Atsumu.

words: 2,297 | rating: T

atsumu trying very hard to have things perfect and romantic and even in the failures its still very lovely<3

If I’m Icarus, You Must be the Sun (Allow me Three Mistakes)

He wonders if Icarus felt like nothing was wrong with self-destructing, because he had reveled in the sun, if only for a little while.

Atsumu finds, loving Hinata is the same.

Atsumu's love over the years, and the mistakes that accompany it.

words: 4,620 | rating: T

i am...very weak to the whole icarus/sun thing with hinata and his ships. this one though......... i think about it A lot.

in your eyes, i see our future

“Yer’ a real sweetheart, Hinata Shouyou.”

Shouyou smiles brilliantly. “Only for you~”

He scoots over so Shouyou can sit next to him. He can smell the pineapple body wash Shouyou is so fond of the moment he sits down. Shouyou passes the tray over carefully before settling against the headboard comfortably.

“What’s the occasion?"

(Or, Atsumu just really wants to marry Shouyou.)

words: 9,769 | rating: T

fhdsjjkjfdsj goes crazy stupid over marriage!!!!! listen... i do not believe in marriage!!!!! but for atsuhina, oh you bet i do!!!! :-)

breathing a hello

There’s no significance to them ending up here except that both of their lives are held in the sway of volleyball. Everything else comes second.That’s the crux of it, really.

words: 2,826 | rating: T

gjhfsjkfd shhhhhhhhh. my heart is very soft when i think of them here, please..... just!!!! pls.

if you’re out there in the cold, i’ll cover you in moonlight

My [23M] best friend and ex-boyfriend [23M] is visiting me for a week, and my current boyfriend [24M] who agreed to all of this is suddenly withdrawing from me. Can I get some advice? Please? Anyone?

words: 8335 | rating: T | chapters: 3 | tw: past kg/hn 😳

this one is optional since you wanted one shots and theres 3 chapters here. my idea of romantic is...well, i especially love when one of them is acting hurtful/mean/difficult to the other bc their own personal issues but the other loves them anyway??? and then they work on that issue!!! just!!!!! ; ;

Love in the Time of Insomnia

And anyway Hinata was sprinting out faithfully after Atsumu, who had keys to the gym like a badass, and who was going to give his spikers a few more tosses after-hours without Meian knowing like the greatest, most generous badass the Jackals had ever seen.

words: 2,457 | rating: G

running four kilometers just so atsumu can rest. this is what romantic means!!!! hdkshjfhdj

ode to what you’d have been

5 times it’s Kageyama’s fault and the 1 time Hinata realizes it has never been.

words: 3,628 | rating: G

loving someone including their flaws PART 2!!!!!! ok.... u might be like... um... this is romantic? hfdkhjfd LISTEN!!!! to me!!! there is nothing more romantic than being in love with someone and the ugly parts of them. going, i love you, all of you. and communication!!! and understanding!!! and feeling terrible and shitty and horrible but having the one you love accept you. and trying to help ease your mind, worries. *sobs real hard* also shout out 2 ‘okaaayy.... i hate sakusa now’

a shrine for a boy

Despite his uncertainty about how to tell Atsumu of his move to São Paulo, Hinata takes action. Things do not go according to plan.

words: 2,447 | rating: G

hinatas time 2 be romantic and fail but its ok bc!!!!!!!!!! :-) they are just dummies in love<3

the greatest distance between you and longing is defeat

(In other words: Atsumu, let go. I’m here now.)

words: 3,310 | rating: G

um... *cries* post break up.... o_o!!!! god they really thought they could????? lmao!!!!!!

the tear in this (our gentle language)

“I’m going back to Brazil.”

He isn’t asking for permission. This isn’t a consultation. Hinata Shouyou informs his boyfriend at their after-practice practice. Miya Atsumu has a volleyball in each arm, trying to pick up a third. It drops and rolls away from him. The thud resounding in an empty gymnasium.

Shouyou had tried to envision Atsumu’s reaction many times. He never expected to be met with silence.

Alternatively: an exploration of Hinata Shouyou’s return to Brazil

words: 7,204 | rating: M

ldr CAN be romantic ok!!!!!!!! it takes a lot of communication, time, and love ; ;

evening sun

Atsumu looks at Shouyou and thinks, I want to know every inch of you.

words: 1,502 rating: M

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its-love-u-asshole · 7 years

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Slipping Underneath [Ch. 6]

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: Tsukishima was in some deep shit he realized, but common sense told him he should have been rather happy about the discovery he’d just made. Of course, that didn’t stop him from freaking out.

“Tsukki? Did something happen?” Bokuto asked.

Dejected, the blond lifted his head, giving Bokuto the flattest stare he could manage. “The neighbor downstairs hates my voice.”

Rating: T

Tags: soulmates, mythology/sirens AU, some iwaoi and bokuaka thrown in bc why not, first meetings, fluff, Kuroo is a nerd and Tsukki can’t help but be charmed, Siren!Tsukki, Siren!Bokuto

Note: Hello! Thank you all so much for reading this fic! I can't believe I'm almost to the end fff, this chapter and the next contain the scenes I've been waiting to write all along, so hopefully you enjoyed! Thank you to @emeraldwaves for reading this over and being amazing! I'm hoping to have this fic done by valentine's day, but I probably just jinxed myself ^^'' the next update from me will come from my other ongoing fic though, so check it out ;)))) Thanks again for following this fic these past few months! Enjoy~

AO3

"You know....like...none of this would've happened if you'd just told him from the beginning that you were a siren."

Across the living room, a weak, muffled voice groaned in response. "I know."

Tsukishima currently had a face full of couch cushion, his limbs too lazy and his mind too bogged down for him to even consider moving an inch. Who knew if Bokuto could even hear him through the fabric, but fucking whatever. He refused to speak up, refused to do much of anything except lay there, and occasionally walk to the kitchen for no actual reason other than to remember the fact he was still cursed to walk the earth.

Of course, his friend wouldn't ignore it though, and knew him far too well enough to allow it. Especially not when Tsukishima would give him so much crap during one of his 'episodes.'

God, this is gonna suck.

Bokuto lounged easily on one of their kitchen island stools, swinging his legs back and forth as he consumed one of Tsukishima's strawberry bars. Asshole. A preemptive strike. Nothing got Tsukishima in a 'fight me' mood like someone stealing his snacks, but Bokuto had obviously underestimated the level of shit Tsukishima had gotten himself into.

Not even ice cream bar theft would lift his spirits.

"Like it would've been that easy," Bokuto continued, slurping up the treat loudly.

Tsukishima only sighed. "Yeah, I get it."

Unfortunately, Bokuto mastered the art of wearing people down back when they were twelve.

"Like 'hey there Kuroo, before we date, I should tell you this one thing,' or whatever," Bokuto went on, and Tsukishima swore he heard the sound of a half eaten bar being thrown into the trash.

"Uh-huh."

"Because you know, this was avoidable."

"Yup."

"Super avoidable. I can't begin to tell you how avoidable--"

Enough. Tsukishima lifted his head, giving everything he had to the glare he sent Bokuto's way. "Kou. I know. Please shut up."

Tsukishima's voice packed a punch, but despite how enraged he was, the power behind it fell short. It came laced with a roughness only a night of tears and loathing could be responsible for. His eyes still burned, and with a grimace, he rubbed at them until they hurt more so.

He shouldn't have to put up with this. He'd never wanted this. If only he didn't have this stupid voice. Like stanzas and notes, turned to shackles, dragging him down with the somber odes they complimented.

Normally, he'd be way too fucking prideful to let anyone see him like this...crying over...over anything. But this was Bokuto, and the chances of him not picking up the signs were low. People thought the other was so dense, and he could be. Not when it came to those he loved. Not when it came to his friend of over a decade.

Tsukishima had been silent for two days now. No singing, no humming. No music on top of it. Tsukishima had never gone a day in his life without music. But now his mp3 player just sat on the coffee table, no battery, and Tsukishima had no desire to change that.

It was unhealthy for their kind, living this way, and the toll it took on Tsukishima's health seemed to ignite Bokuto's anger.

"No! And you shouldn't either! You've been way too quiet, even for you," Bokuto said, leaping from his perch, footsteps thundering against their shitty laminate flooring. Tsukishima vaguely wondered if Kuroo could hear the ruckus...

"You're not the boss of me," he muttered back, childishly, dropping his face back into the mountain of pillows.

He expected a snort, maybe some of their usual bickering, but he'd never been that lucky. Bokuto's sigh communicated nothing but sadness, disappointment, and Tsukishima couldn't help but glance back up at those golden eyes, full of pity.

He hated this. He didn't need pity, didn't want any. He'd made a decision, and now he had to stand by it. It wasn't Tsukishima's fault. He didn't listen to the rational parts of his head, the ones which begrudgingly agreed with Bokuto. No. At the end of the day, Kuroo didn't trust him, had spied on him. The apology wasn't Tsukishima's to give.

Bokuto trudged over, seating himself at the end of the couch near Tsukishima's head. Stubbornly, Tsukishima scooted away.

"Kei," Bokuto sighed, slouching against their lumpy cushions. Tsukishima could practically see his expression, concerned and scared. The knots in Tsukishima's stomach pulled tighter. "Look, you can handle the Kuroo situation however you want. I think you should fix things as soon as possible, because like it or not the guy makes you happy and you can't deny it! But...I won't force you. It's just... you need to sing. This isn't good for you. It's starting to...show..."

Bokuto punctuated the statement with a hard wince, and Tsukishima had to admit he had a point there. His skin had lost the usual shine, the glow. It looked a sickly grey now, dried out and scratchy. His body felt weak, his hair brittle and limp. Coupled with his mess of emotions, it was not a pretty sight.

Tsukishima had never let it get this bad. In fact, regardless of if he liked to sing, he made a schedule to avoid situations like this.

But well, what was the point?

Tsukishima was far from happy. What was there to sing about? He couldn't if he tried.

He felt like crap, his heart ached, and all he wanted was to go one floor down and melt into Kuroo's arms. But no, not when Kuroo had lied to him. Not while Tsukishima's stubbornness made him ignore Bokuto's advice.

Regardless, the need to vent burned deep, probably a result of his body's desire to express something, in song form or otherwise. Bokuto likely wouldn't give up either, so he couldn't avoid the conversation in the end. Whatever...

"He thought I was cheating on him," Tsukishima breathed out, the words slurring together. He wondered how long it would be for his voice to give out, it sounded so damn weak already.

Two days. That's all it had taken. Being in love sucked.

"First off, you assumed that, you don't know," Bokuto countered. Fucking hell, fine. Tsukishima had some fight left in him.

"What else could it have been? And if it was something else, he could've asked me," Tsukishima hissed. There was a brief moment of silence while Bokuto thought of his next argument, and each second added an extra dose of dread to Tsukishima's deteriorating form.

"Mm yeah, you got a point. He messed up. But so did you!" Bokuto said, hitting Tsukishima with the nearby pillow. "You've been lying to him all along! If you'd told him you were a siren, then he'd know why you're a dude magnet. When I met Akaashi, I--"

Fuck--

"Ughhh! Please make it stop, I've heard this story twenty times, I get it!" Tsukishima rolled back and forth on the couch, his hands clamping over his ears like a survival instinct. Bokuto visibly flinched, since hell, that was the most vocal Tsukishima had been in a while, but shit. Tsukishima didn't deserve this. He wouldn't stand for it. "I know okay? You and Akaashi are perfect. When you met Akaashi, everything fell into place. You two are so in love. Nice. Now get off my lawn."

"Okay but we really are. We're hella cute."

"I swear--"

"I mean, you don't have to be so jealous. Even though I wouldn't exactly blame you..."

Bokuto barely held back his laughter, and Tsukishima scrambled up, his glare too intense to be serious. They stared at each other, a stand still familiar to them both after years of friendship, waiting for the other to crack. Bokuto's lip quivered, and Tsukishima fisted his hands into the couch cushions, but eventually his defense proved too weak.

Tsukishima snorted, short but loud, and Bokuto broke down, clutching his stomach.

"Asshole," Tsukishima said as he threw pillow upon pillow onto Bokuto's shaking form, the other dying from breathlessness. But despite his words, Tsukishima couldn't help but grin, his heart lighter for a fraction of a second.

Eventually, Bokuto's chuckles died into short giggles, his chest heaving as Tsukishima flopped back onto the haphazard cushions. When Bokuto finally wiped the tears from his eyes enough to look at Tsukishima, his expression softened into something Tsukishima didn't think he'd earned.

"Hey, there we go. Your skin looks a little brighter now..."

Tsukishima shook his head, knowing it wasn't true, but also realizing it was better to not point it out. When he looked to his forearm, his pale skin was dull as ever. "Sure Kou, whatever you say."

Below him, he heard a door slam, something Kuroo only did when he was truly frustrated.

It stung, and Tsukishima clutched at his chest, the pain nearly physical in nature.

He missed Kuroo. That much he could admit. He wished this whole thing had never happened. Part of him wished he'd never been caught singing on his balcony by Kuroo at all, but somehow, the wish didn't feel genuine.

Now that Kuroo was in his life, he couldn't bear to have him leave. So...now what?

Bokuto grabbed his hand, squeezing tight. "You need to tell him. Kuroo's a good guy, I'm sure of it! You wouldn't like him otherwise....you're so picky."

Tsukishima swatted him halfheartedly, but well, Bokuto was right. Kuroo was a nerd with bad jokes, cheesy lines, and untamable hair. But he also embodied everything Tsukishima wanted, and his stupid kindness seemed immeasurable. Tsukishima had been a goner since the beginning, hadn't he?

Tsukishima sighed in defeat, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

"He'll apologize, but you kinda gotta...do the same..." Bokuto's tone dripped with hesitancy, like the slightest advisement would have Tsukishima jumping back in fear, right to square one.

Rather than admit Bokuto had gotten through to him, Tsukishima stood up, his feet tingling from finally being used after hours of lethargy. Tentatively, Tsukishima cleared his throat, then sang one fluid note into the air.

It cracked near the end, and barely managed to be heard above the AC in their apartment, but it was there. Low and melancholic, it was there.

Ignoring the satisfied look on Bokuto's face, Tsukishima walked to the kitchen, humming all the way and determined to give his parched throat some relief.

No, he couldn't sing happily, couldn't communicate joyous lyrics or ideas. But he could sing of his pain, of his longing, of the hurt festering inside him. He'd sing his vents until they were no more, until his head was clear and rational enough.

Then he could talk to Kuroo again. Then he could be himself.

Sending Bokuto a thankful glance, Tsukishima grabbed his water, and retreated to his room.

Apologies were not a race or a competition, he reasoned about three days later.

Tsukishima's throat ached from use, but considering that was his only physical issue, he was lucky. His hair gleamed, soft to the touch, his skin healthy and vibrant. The red rims around his eyes had mostly faded, and the honey hue of his eyes glowed once more in the sunlight.

He felt better. He felt ready.

It had been his misguided pride and selfishness that had held him back from approaching Kuroo before, but his mind had cleared. As stubborn as he was, this wasn't something he could, or wanted to avoid.

They were both at fault at the end of the day. He should've heard Kuroo out more, shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Probably should've told the truth from the beginning...

Kuroo owed him a fair share of explanation and an apology as well, Tsukishima wouldn't let that shit slide. Tsukishima was certain he already knew that too. Kuroo was too good of a guy not to.

It didn't matter who came to who, or who explained themselves first. What mattered was fixing this error, and Tsukishima's determination could rival even the toughest soldier right then.

Bokuto's morning text of 'you better tell him ur a siren, ya slut' had helped too. As much as his heart raced and his stomach twisted at the thought of Kuroo's reaction, he knew it was the only way to avoid this problem in the future.

All he had to do was hope that Kuroo wouldn't think he was a freak. Ha.

It was all planned out in his head. After his last lecture, he'd go to Kuroo's apartment, and they'd sort everything out.

He was so focused on his strategy he hadn't dreamed of expecting any detours. For example, he hadn't factored in the possibility of Kuroo finding him first, stopping Tsukishima dead in his tracks in the middle of the sidewalk.

Crap. Well there goes that idea.

Kuroo had come into his view from the side, chest heaving like he'd run to meet Tsukishima in time. It would make sense, they knew each other's schedules so well now. Tsukishima tried not to dwell on the fact that usually Kuroo walked him to class on days like this.

But normalcy would return soon. Right?

"U-uh--" Tsukishima's voice betrayed him, his brain only willing to focus on Kuroo's warm hands on his shoulders, and the apprehensive vibe he gave off. Kuroo...Kuroo shouldn't ever look how he did right then.

His golden eyes seemed less playful, framed by dark bags of exhaustion. His hair sat more disordered than usual, and his skin lacked its ordinary shine. Tsukishima had never thought about it, but if he'd ever had to describe Kuroo, the word 'lively' would've come to mind first. Lively, teasing, confident, among a plethora of other things which Tsukishima admired more than he liked to admit.

Now though, now Kuroo looked like a shadow of his former self, and it made whatever vestiges of Tsukishima's former anger dissipate instantly. Just the sight of him made Tsukishima want to put a pause on this weird quarrel they'd put themselves in, if only to force Kuroo to get some sleep.

If Kuroo were a dog, he'd be trembling, tail between his legs and eyes full of fear. Like he expected the worst

Like he'd spent all week worrying about Tsukishima's feelings, the guilt eating him alive.

Turns out they'd both been in bad shape after all. But he could fix that, he could fix this, temper be damned.

"Kuroo, I--"

"No, me first," Kuroo cut off, his voice stony and laced with nerves. Long gone was the easiness and cheer which tended to fill his tone. Tsukishima bit his lip, willing himself to let Kuroo speak, no matter how badly he wanted to just come out and confess.

“Or last...whatever," Kuroo continued, sighing heavily. His fingers kept digging into Tsukishima's shoulders. "I'm sure you want nothing to do with me right now, and you deserve to feel that way! I really fucked up, and--god Kei, I'm so sorry if I made you cry or...made you think I don't trust you! Because I do...so much..."

Frenzied, Kuroo brushed a hand through his untamed hair, swallowing hard as he searched frantically for his words. To think Kuroo would ever have a problem with words of all things. If things weren't so tense, Tsukishima might've laughed.

Now he was just trying to keep from embarrassing himself with tears. At least no one was around.

"I just...I don't have an excuse okay?" Kuroo's shoulders sagged as he stared at the ground. "Well, I kinda do but it's stupid and I'd rather tell you in a cemetery so I can bury myself alive afterwards. But point is, I messed up and you have a right to be angry, and to want to break up with me, or whatever really."

The mere thought had Tsukishima's heart stalling.

"I know we haven't been dating long but...I don't know. I want you to be happy, so happy. I never wanted to be someone who didn't make that happen but obviously I'm an idiot," Kuroo said with a small, humorless chuckle. "I love being around you, everything about you. I never should've doubted you, and if you still want me around...I won't ever do it again. I swear."

The determination locked in Kuroo eyes was the first trace of a familiar spark Tsukishima had seen since Kuroo had started talking, and it melted him on the spot.

I love being around you, everything about you.

How exactly was he supposed to react to that? It breathed life into him, better than any song could, no matter how profound or fitting the lyrics. It almost made Tsukishima want to laugh more, to think they'd let things get so out of hand when in reality they needed each other.

In that moment, Tsukishima knew that was the truth, soulmate connection or not. He didn't need the universe to tell him how much he needed and wanted to be by Kuroo's side. It was simply a plain fact.

"If I still want you around..." Tsukishima breathed out, snorting lightly. In what world wouldn't that be the case? Tsukishima scolded himself for being cheesy, but watching Kuroo perk up at the words made it worth it.

He'd truly become hopeless, and he felt perfectly fine about it.

Grabbing Kuroo's hand off his shoulder, Tsukishima squeezed tight, breathing in deeply. Push pride aside.

The image of Bokuto's text flashed in his mind, and as annoying as it was, it did the job.

"I don't want to break up dummy, where did you even get that idea?" Tsukishima asked, and he continued despite Kuroo's strangled gasp. He scowled at the space behind Kuroo's head, not confident enough to meet his eyes, lest he come completely undone. "I was really angry with you though, I won't lie. I'm still not completely over it but...this was my fault too. I'm...I'm sorry."

At the sight of Kuroo opening his mouth to protest, Tsukishima squeezed his hands tighter, silencing him. "I'm serious. I haven't been totally honest with you, because I didn't think it would matter. But obviously that didn't work...so, you deserve to know."

Kuroo's eyes widened, the mix of confusion and suspicion hard to ignore. "Wha--wait. Huh? What is it?"

"I can't tell you here, and wow, don't give me that look. I haven't been harvesting your blood in your sleep or anything..." Tsukishima clicked his tongue, but his tone relaxed into something playful, something more them.

It got a small laugh out of Kuroo, and again Tsukishima was grateful. "Well who knows, I've had worse theories before...but alright. Where do you wanna..." Kuroo looked around, noting the few students now passing them now and again with questioning eyes. He unlaced their hands, considerate as ever of Tsukishima's desire for privacy, and smiled.

"Can you come over tonight?" Tsukishima asked, hoping his voice didn't give away his nerves. He'd gotten through half of the obstacle, but the worst was yet to come. Oh how he loathed being a siren sometimes...

Part of him knew he shouldn't worry though. This was Kuroo he was dealing with. Kuroo, who had just poured his heart out.

He'd said he loved everything about Tsukishima. Hopefully that would include his secret.

"Anything for you," Kuroo said, the same embarrassing dreaminess leaking into his expression. Things were already returning to normal..."Are you sure we're okay though? I mean it Kei, I made you upset. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

The pure genuine nature of the statement only solidified Tsukishima's predictions. Things would be fine. All he had to do was come clean.

"Oh I'm sure," he replied, smirking lightly. "We can talk about it tonight, just...don't keep me waiting."

Tsukishima glanced around quickly for onlookers before he dropped his hesitancy all at once, acting on impulse alone as he pressed a kiss to Kuroo's cheek. His skin burned, and he was sure red color traveled down his neck from how damn embarrassed he was, but Kuroo communicated with affection, with touch. Tsukishima needed to make sure Kuroo believed him, believed that everything would be alright now.

"I-I have to go to class, see you tonight," Tsukishima's voice sounded rushed and panicked, but hell, his embarrassment wouldn't get any worse. The stunned look on Kuroo's face as the raven internally combusted probably added to it too. Dork.

Mind and heart feeling lighter by the second, Tsukishima went on his way, knowing the night wouldn't come soon enough.

Tsukishima had told Kuroo not to keep him waiting, so naturally, Kuroo arrived early in order to avoid the possibility of the universe's cruel intentions of making him late via earthquake or fire. He'd thankfully arrived in one piece, twenty minutes ahead of schedule.

The only downside of that: Tsukishima hadn't returned home yet.

"What?" Kuroo asked, blinking in confusion at Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima's roommate. Side note: holy fuck this guy is ripped.

He'd have to ask Tsukishima how he'd never mentioned that before, because man, Kuroo needed Bokuto's workout regime stat.

"Oh, he'll be back soon! Sometimes his last professor holds the class back, Kei hates it," Bokuto said, his face breaking out into one of the most blinding smiles Kuroo had ever seen. Seriously, he was probably half blind now. "You should come in though! You can wait for him inside!"

Somehow, something in Kuroo's head told him Tsukishima would very much mind Kuroo being alone with his best friend of over ten years, but oh well. This was his chance to get some prime Tsukki intel...

"Sure, why not?" Kuroo said easily, waltzing into the apartment he visited often. Well, he hadn't been there in a while, but he hoped to change that misfortune. "I'm Kuroo Tetsurou by the way."

Bokuto laughed, gesturing for Kuroo to sit on the couch while he claimed the ratty armchair nearby. "Dude...I know. I wouldn't let Kei off the hook until he spilled everything about you, he's so mean to me! I tell him everything but nooo, he hides his boyfriend from me," Bokuto said with an exaggerated pout, his voice booming in the tiny apartment.

Kuroo could already tell he was going to like this guy, but how he ended up being best friends with quiet and reserved Tsukishima remained a mystery.

"Sounds like Tsukki," Kuroo laughed, fondly eyeing the various records and headphones strewn about the living room. He'd have to ask Tsukishima to play him one some time, he'd never actually used a record player before...

Looking back to Bokuto, Kuroo tensed at the sharp smirk directed at him. He felt like a mouse suddenly, about to be swooped up by deadly talons.

"You look so whipped," Bokuto said, almost triumphant in the assessment. Kuroo blushed, but hey, couldn't exactly deny that. "Kei is too. Totally gone I mean. It's good you guys patched things up."

Then, Bokuto paused, squinting to the point where his eyes were nearly closed. It would've been ridiculous as hell if Kuroo wasn't still walking on eggshells.

"You did patch things up...right?" Bokuto asked, his eyes filling with concern. Tsukishima always told him how overly sweet and trusting Bokuto could be, but Kuroo didn't exactly view those as negatives. The guy clearly wanted what was best for everyone, even Kuroo, someone he barely knew.

Kuroo smiled, his shoulders relaxing finally. "Yeah...yeah I think so. We're trying to lay everything out in the open you know? Kinda overwhelming..."

But he was so happy about it too. Tsukishima didn't hate him. Tsukishima wanted to be with him, to open up to him fully. It was all Kuroo had dreamed of. They really needed to have a talk about communication too, no more of these weird misunderstandings.

Then maybe Kuroo wouldn't lose his mind again, thinking about sirens and all that garbage...

Just the reminder of his botched and unfounded theory made him blush, and he quickly pushed it out of his mind. No more assumptions, no more strange hypotheses...

Tsukishima would tell him what he needed to know.

Sighing heavily, Bokuto collapsed back into his armchair in relief. "Thank god, I was getting so tired of him angsting everywhere. He wasn't singing either, which okay, I know you probably don't know much right now. But for a siren, that's like...super bad for his health."

If Kuroo's brain were a record player, the harsh scratch of vinyl would've bounced off the walls.

For...for a...

"What?" Kuroo croaked, his mind teetering on the edge of sanity.

Bokuto, still not looking at Kuroo as he pulled out his phone to scroll through some texts, only shrugged. "You know, we were made to sing. So when we don't, we get really sick. You would've freaked out if you'd seen him."

I'm freaking out now. Okay, okay. Calm down. He's--he's gotta be joking. Or I'm dreaming. Yeah.

"B-Bokuto, I think--"

"And y'know, Kei doesn't sing excessively or anything, but ever since you've been around he's been doing it a lot more! So I got really worried when he just went silent on me," Bokuto continued, oblivious to Kuroo's internal breakdown. "He's such a good singer too! It annoys him though, because of all the guys and the attention he gets, oh right--I'm sure that must've been so weird for you. Kei would never cheat though!"

At the very thought, Bokuto's face scrunched up unpleasantly, and right...Tsukishima must've vented to him about Kuroo's suspicions of infidelity. Even though...those hadn't exactly been his suspicions at all.

No, what plagued his mind had been silly, unfounded. Or at least he'd thought so. But even now, one word rang in his mind, like a chorus, chanting and chanting until...

"Sirens," Kuroo said, his voice shaky. His forced chuckle seemed to finally break Bokuto of his rambling, and the other looked over at him, his bright eyes blinking owlishly. "That's...a good one. Ha...did you guys figure that out from Oikawa? That bastard. I know it's pretty stupid to suspect you guys of it, so I deserve the jokes."

Kuroo laughed again, but it felt hollow and broken, painfully awkward as he waited for Bokuto to laugh too, to confirm this whole thing was some elaborate prank.

Silence was his only reward.

He could almost see it, the exact moment in Bokuto's expression where he realized he'd fucked up, the exact second Kuroo knew he hadn't been joking at all.

Bokuto tensed up, his mouth opening and closing several times while color drained from his face, those golden eyes flicking every which way in a panic.

Oh my god...

"Oh my god," Bokuto echoed in a pained groan. "You mean you--he didn't--you don't? Ah shit."

At that exact moment, they both heard the telltale sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door, and the last thing Kuroo heard was Bokuto's whimper before Tsukishima stepped inside.

Perceptive as ever (and bless him for it, Kuroo needed help), Tsukishima froze, recognizing something was indeed wrong with the expressions of both their faces.

Now, Kuroo knew he should've probably handled this situation gently, carefully. After all, it was a pretty big deal, and his boyfriend had just got him. Springing this on him out of the blue would surely just lead to madness. If Kuroo were in his right mind, he'd pull Tsukishima into his room, and calmly ask his questions.

Except, Kuroo was very much not in his right fucking mind.

His boyfriend was a mythical creature and how else was he supposed to handle that other than word vomiting all over the damn place?

"You're a siren?" Tumbled out of his mouth at the exact same time he heard Bokuto mutter a very pathetic "please don't kill me."

Tsukishima dropped his book bag, his fierce eyes flying to Bokuto like darts. "What did you do?!"

"I-I don't know! I thought you told him!" Bokuto lunged for a pillow, pressing it to his chest as if it had any chance of protecting him from sudden death.

"I never said that!"

"That's not my fault!"

"It's totally your fault! I was going to tell him once I got home," Tsukishima all but growled, his gaze murderous and his hands wringing the fabric of his sweater.

"Well...I guess I saved you the trouble? Ha..." Bokuto said, voice weak and trembling. A quick, painful second of tense silence was all Bokuto needed to make his final decision: fucking run for it.

"Well you guys have fun, I'll be back never," Bokuto shouted quickly, throwing his pillow into Tsukishima's arms to give him a head start, and promptly grabbed his shoes and slammed the front door behind him.

If Kuroo weren't so out of it, he might've congratulated him. He'd never seen a faster exit in his life.

Blinking in shock, Kuroo turned towards his boyfriend, with nothing else to do but wait. So many questions sat in his mind, yet none felt more important than the other, canceling out before one could dare leave his mouth. He'd just have to put his trust in Tsukishima, like he'd vowed to do, and have him lead the way.

Somehow, that thought alone made Kuroo's fear dissipate, only replaced with concern when he met his boyfriend's gaze. Tsukishima's expression softened as he finally looked to Kuroo. It held everything Kuroo had wanted, but some things he didn't. Love, consideration, but also fear and guilt. Those honey brown eyes he loved so damn much...were afraid of Kuroo's reaction.

And well, he just couldn't have that.

Getting up despite his shaky limbs, Kuroo crossed the small gap between them, grabbing Tsukishima's hand with no hesitation, and reveling in the way the blond pressed up against him. Yeah, he'd definitely missed that.

"Care to explain?" Kuroo asked, no venom detectable, and he grinned when he felt Tsukishima nod against his chest.

"Wait, but I don't get it. Why don't I like your singing?" Kuroo questioned about thirty minutes later while he sat in Tsukishima's bed, much more relaxed but still horribly confused. The tea Tsukishima had made him had long grown cold. He'd been way too caught up in all of Tsukishima's explanations to drink it. "Should I be all...ahh or whatever too when you sing?"

As if the simple "ahh" example hadn't been enough, he twisted his face into some ugly, lovestruck expression which had Tsukishima giggling beautifully. Honestly, that was the best sound in his book.

He watched as Tsukishima glared, the cutest blush lighting up his cheeks. A good sign.

The blond cleared his throat uncomfortably, fingers pulling at the loose threads of his comforter. His eyes were fixed on the various music posters which adorned his walls, or really, anywhere else that wasn't Kuroo's intense gaze.

Smirking softly, Kuroo wrapped his arms around his blond's waist, pulling him into his bubble. Tsukishima grunted, but didn't resist, and Kuroo grinned in triumph. "Tsukkiiiii, tell me..."

He punctuated each plea with a small kiss to Tsukishima's neck, while his fingers poked and prodded at Tsukishima's sides, and eventually the blond relaxed into the embrace. Although, he still remained quite huffy about it, but it was cute.

Pushing back on Kuroo shoulders, Tsukishima brought them face to face, eyes serious and grounding. Needless to say, he had Kuroo's rapt attention. "When...when you're a siren's...soulmate, the siren's song becomes physically painful."

Tsukishima's voice barely counted as a whisper, but Kuroo heard every word he spoke.

Soulmate.

Not waiting for Kuroo's shock to go down, Tsukishima continued. "Most sirens have soulmates, or...people that are supposed to be soulmates. Whatever. Point is, that first night, when I saw how much you hated my voice, I knew. That's why I don't sing in front of you, that's why it sounds so awful if I do. I didn't...I didn't want you to know--"

"Why?" Kuroo couldn't help but ask, a mix between confusion and joy settling in his stomach. Of course he'd be ecstatic, knowing he and Tsukishima were weirdly fated to be together, but it also felt...sort of wrong. He didn't like Tsukishima because of fate, he liked Tsukishima because...well, that list was too long.

This evening had been full of way too many surprises. Kuroo continued to be in awe, but his mind also remained in a frenzy. Sirens. Sirens, of all things, existed. And who knew what else existed out there in that big wide world? What did being a siren mean? How much was there to it? How many were there?

He was sure he'd find out. It was part of his life now, because it was Tsukishima's life, his identity. Kuroo's boyfriend was a mythical creature, and the fact had yet to truly settle. There was a lot he didn't know how to grasp or handle, but he was ready to be guided through it. One thing he did know though, was that he wanted Tsukishima by his side forever. That came directly from his heart and soul, fate be damned.

"Kuroo, I hate that word...soulmate. I don't like you because the universe told me I should, it's just because you're you. Irritating, dorky, you," Tsukishima explained, blushing as he forced the words out. Being this open probably didn't come easy to him, but Kuroo appreciated more than the blond would ever realize.

"Well, aren't you rude today," Kuroo said, pinching Tsukishima's nose. He was of course, swatted away. Maybe the statements were true after all...not that Kuroo planned on changing anytime soon.

"I mean it, so don't go overthinking again," Tsukishima sighed, his eyes flicking back down in shyness. "When we first met I wanted nothing to do with you, I'll admit. I was stubborn, I don't like believing things are out of my control. But, everything was so damn easy and nice and...with you, I..."

Tsukishima's words grew disjointed, and the blond glared at his hands, hating that he couldn't speak. But he didn't have to.

You didn't mind losing control when it came to this, did you?

Tsukishima didn't need to say it, Kuroo got the message, clear as day. He almost felt like he could be dreaming again, because no way had he gotten this lucky, having someone like Tsukishima fall for him.

Bringing Tsukishima into his arms, Kuroo sighed into the embrace. "Yeah, I love being around you too." It was easy, fun, right. Hell, he'd almost said he loved Tsukishima with everything he had, but bombs like that would be dropped in due time.

Right now, this was enough.

Pulling back, they shared a slow, deep kiss, and Kuroo couldn't believe he'd gone even a day without this feeling. Tsukishima, sighing against his lips, falling into each other perfectly.

When they separated, Kuroo couldn't help but laugh. "I'll admit, I still can't believe this. You're a siren. That's so cool!"

Tsukishima's smile fell into pure annoyance. "It’s not, trust me. It's just troublesome as hell, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Well, I think it's great. I mean, it's part of you," Kuroo supplied, glancing around the room. Original song lyrics sat smudged on notebook paper at Tsukishima's desk, his iPod charged calmly at his bedside, and everything else in the room screamed music.

It was only fitting in the end, that Tsukishima's existence itself ended up so heavily tied to his passion.

"You can't actually mind it," Kuroo said, more a fact than a question, and he smiled when Tsukishima just scoffed, no disagreements on his lips.

They laced their hands together, and everything finally settled into peaceful silence.

...for a second anyways.

"Okay okay, so wait! If you're a siren, why are you a dude? I thought they were all girls? Is that fake? Are there girls?"

"Oh oh! Actually, how many other sirens do you know besides Bokuto?"

"Do all sirens have soulmates?"

"What would happen if you sang for a crowd of people? Like...would they all fall in love with you or are there levels to your power? Oh my god...are you considered a powerful siren? That would be so cool..."

"Oh, and--"

Tsukshima's hands slapped over his mouth, effectively ending his interrogation. Good thing too, he'd forgotten to breathe during it.

"Whoa okay, that's enough," Tsukishima said, smirking to himself. "I'll tell you everything eventually. Just...one at a time."

Slowly, Kuroo pushed Tsukishima's hands away, holding them in his own as he raised a brow in skepticism. "...promise?"

Humming, Tsukishima thought it over, eyes far too innocent to be believable. Cute brat. "Tell you what, you get five questions a day."

"Ten."

"Eight, and they can be in depth," Tsukishima negotiated, the amusement in his eyes making Kuroo's resolve crumble.

Eh, so be it. In the end, he still had what he wanted, Tsukishima's full and undeniable trust.

"Deal?" Tsukishima prompted, climbing to sit comfortably in Kuroo's lap.

And yeah, there was definitely no refusing an offer like that. Chuckling, Kuroo stole a kiss, the first of many more for the night. "Deal."

#kurotsuki #adri writing #haikyuuwriters #haikyuu!!

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franeridart · 7 years

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i miss your haikyuu art so much it was the best - dont get me wrong i fucking adore your bnha art but like,,,,, haikyuu,,,,,,,

Well pal, aren’t you lucky, you might have been missing from my blog in the past two weeks but if you scroll down just three posts you might notice I’ve been drawing haikyuu again (x x x)

Anon said:People don’t remember baccano anymore? :o

I assumed so since it’s been ten years since it aired and the fandom has always been small and quiet anyway, but it looks like I assumed wrong!!!! That made me so happy, honestly? Baccano’s my fav anime ever, it’s always super nice to see it appreciated!

Anon said:I’M HAPPY YOU LIKE BACCANO! NOBODY KNOWS IT

Anon said:Omg thanks for the baccano au I love it.

Anon said: BACCANO!! I love you so much right now!!!

Anon said: YOU DID A BACCANO CROSSOVER!! IVE NEVER SEEN ONE DUDE MAJOR PROPS TO YOU!!!! I literally love that series, it was one of my first ones so seeing it mixed with one of my current favourites is surreal!!

Anon said: DID YOU JUT DO A BACCANO AU OMG ITA BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WATCHED THAT IT WAS MY FAVE 😭😭😭😭😭 i cried so much during it all the time it was so badass

This is exactly what I was talking about!!! So HAPPY all of you love that anime as much as I do! And thank you SO MUCH for liking the crossover!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Fran, just out of curiosity, what colors do you associate with Bakugou/Kirishima/the rest of the squad?

The ones I use to write their dialogues! Orange for Bakugou, red for Kirishima, gold for Sero, yellow for Kaminari and pink for Ashido! :D

Anon said: tumblr has been a butt and not notified me of your post but i saw your nishinoya and i died i love the way you draw him and boiiiiii bokuto and kuroo be looking smokin and your kiribaku (is that right??? im a failure i cant remember!!!:( ) is amazing SO MUCH FLUFF i die of happiness. keep up the lovely work 💕👌👌👌

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS HOLY SMOKES!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art its so amazing.

Thank youuu ;u;

Anon said:I was just wondering if I could use one of your drawings of Kuroo as a phone background (just for personal use! It’s fine if you don’t want me too! I’m a huge fan and I hope you’re having a nice day~)

Sure! As long as it’s just for personal use I don’t mind at all!!

Anon said:Oh wow, thanks for the tutorial! I think it will be really helpful!

I’m glad to hear that!!!! :D

Anon said: what is the jock / nerd thing?

At this point it’s mostly a meme, I’d say haha

Anon said:ASDFGHJKL *-* Your art is to beautiful for the world

That’s!!!! Too kind of you oh man (〃´ﾉω`〃)

Anon said:Your kiri is so pretty.

THANK YOU!! Every Kiri is super pretty tho, it’s the intrinsic Kirishima-ness of the Kiris that makes them beautiful whatever style they’re drawn in! :O

Anon said:YOUR ZORA ITS SO GOOD I LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS YOU DO AND WHEN I SAW YOU DRAW HIM I WAS LIKE: a m a z i n g 💕💕💕

OH MAN THANK YOU I love that disaster of a trickster so much I’m glad I could make him come out okay ;O;

Anon said:so i left tumblr a while ago?? but i check back every so often bc ur pretty much my favorite tumblr artist ever

Aw man thank you so so so much this means the world to me! ;u; sometimes it’s hard for me to see any improvement in my own art so knowing that you can see it helps a lot!

Anon said:your art is literally my favourite thing in the entire world i love it all! i hope you’re having a good day and taking care of yourself! x

GOSH THANK U I hope you’re having the best day too, anon!!!!

Anon said:Asahi is so pretty when you draw him, I love it; my gentle son, in your amazing art style.

I’M!!!!!! Glad you liked him!!!!!!! That boy is 100% out of my comfort zone so knowing he came out okay is super nice!!!!! :D

Anon said:The way I drew the bakusquad in that one set of images … They’re like … On the cover of Vogue or something. It’s aesthetically good to my eyes man. Also you kinda got me into tetsukami?? I don’t understand it at all but now im into it BC of ur fanart and bc of other fanart but Imma blame u and im grateful to have another ship to hyperfixate over. Anyway I love youu and your art man, i wish u many good days

Oh man I love you too anon this ask made me so happy???? And I’m especially happy I could get you into tetsukami! It doesn’t make much sense as a ship, does it? But they’d be fun interacting and their quirks work well together, so I have fun thinking about them! I hope they’ll interact in the classes 1a and 1b will have to share in the future! :D

Anon said:Oh I love your Noya’s, so glad you drew my boy again!:)

Thank you for liking him!!!!!! He’s hard to draw but I love him and he makes me happy!!! What a boy!!!

Anon said:Have you seen little noya in the newest chapter

I HAVE little boyo already had his blond hair how cute is that! The newest chapter made me really warm inside I really loved the whole speech Noya made ;u; my inspiring little lightning bolt !!

Anon said:I really really love your bnha art! But put some highlights on the kirabakus one, you probably have the quirk to melt my heart with them ;w;

That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever read!!!!! Thank you SO MUCH!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Who do you think would propose? Bakugo or Kirishima???

I actually answered a similar question a while ago! But I can’t find it so I guess to sum it up I mostly think at some point it’d just become something both of them have talked about throught the years enough times that by then it’ll just be something they are gonna do, sooner or later, and when it’ll happen it’ll be more like “we have a stable income and a house and a dog and a cat and are p much already married we should really do this already” - in a scenario like that either of the two works, for me haha

Anon said:the best thing was that I just a moment before u posted I felt bad and pissed ad sad, but then all that disappeared ;V;

I’m!!!!! So happy to know I could help you like that!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Can I just say, I’ve been following your art a long time (I’ve always loved it!) and I’ve really noticed a lot of growth and improvement in your style? The thing that always impresses me most is how you are able to take simplified facial features and make them SO expressive. You convey emotions so well and I love it so much. Thanks for always giving us art to smile about! Hope you are having a lovely day!

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G OD!!!! I’m!!!!! crying!!!! probably!!!!!!! FrICK!!!! ;A;

Anon said:KINONOYA!!!!!!

INDEED!!!!! What a good relationship they have!!!!!

Anon said:You draw Sero so good oml he’s too pretty

Anon said:THAT SERO YOU DREW!!! *clutches heart* n i c e !!!!

;O; I’m glad you like him?????? gods!!!!

Anon said:I love the way you draw Kaminari, he looks beautiful in your art style! ^^

SOB you guys are all so nice to me I’m gonna cry for real here ;U; thank you!!!

Anon said:Whenever I’m sad I look at your art and everything feels better.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy I can help you with your mood!!!!!!!

Anon said:When you Kiri with his hair down, I’m always like “that’s it, that’s the cutest Kiri ever” and then you draw him with it spiked and I’m like “no wait, there it is, the cutest Kiri.” And now you go and give me both Kiri’s in that adorable pair of sketches and how is that even fair because how am I supposed to handle that? I can’t even decide anymore. All your kiris are the cutest Kiri.

THANK YOU !!!!!!!!! All Kiris are the cutest Kiris tho, aren’t they? What an inherently cute boy he is!!!

Anon said:i showed my friend your art and since we both find it super good, we both decided to try to draw more regularly because we want get better and get a smooth(? idk how to say it in english lmao) style like yours so thank you for the motivation/inspiration!!

:O !!!!!! I hope you and your friend will have fun while at it, anon!!!!! :D

Anon said:I love your bakushima

AND I LOVE YOU

Anon said:drawing ppl from above is so cool though!! i really like these kinda pics ✨ (esp bo and tetsu, so /cool/!!) dont give up, fran❤

Please don’t enable me anon, if you give me the green light I’m gonna keep on drawing that sorta angle forever hahahaha (thank u so much for the compliment, tho!!!!)

Anon said: ahhh i love your recent kiribaku drawings! they are so cool!!

That was about the red and teal ones, right? Thank you so much!!!! Working with colors like that isn’t something I do often, so I’m really really happy that you guys ended up liking them!!!

Anon said: Row! Row! Fight the power!!

I don’t know what brought this on but HECK YES

Anon said:Man I love all your art, fanart and OCs alike! And your BNHA is such an inspiration and one of the reasons I started writing fic. Have a great day!

OH BOY that’s such a nice thing to know!! I hope you’re having lotsa fun writing fics, anon!! And I also hope you’re having a great day, too!!!

Anon said:OK, i’m sorry for sounding this emotional, but OMG your art makes me cry. it’s just… so beautiful… *there i go again* *crying*

*hands u tissue* thank you so much but please don’t cry!!!!

Anon said:I’M CRYING LUCA’S BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY BEFORE MINE, I’M A PHYSICS MAJOR, A MAJOR DOG (and cat) PERSON, AS WELL AS A MORNING PERSON LIKE WH A T

You’re the second person that tells me they’re really similar to one of my ocs!!!! I wonder what that means? :O but it’s a fun thing to know, anyway!!! :D I hope you don’t mind Luca being so similar to you, anon haha

Anon said: What do you think would happen if eraserhead erased fatgum’s quirk?

He’d probably just lose his ability to absorb hits and then re-use their power? :? but if he’s fat he’s gonna stay fat and if he’s slim he’s gonna stay slim, I think :O

Anon said:Oh my god you know kekkai sensen I’m actually crying I love kekkai sensen but no one I know likes it/knows about it and aaaaaaa I love your art and you drew something from kekkai sensen and thats amazing!!!!

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and I know right? Kkss has such a small fandom! Which to me is super weird considering how much following Trigun used to have? :O it’s definitely one of the best anime I’ve seen in recent times, tho!!!

Anon said:FRAAAANNNNNNNN!!!! I’m soo excited!! I might be getting a tote from your shop for Christmas! My friend asked what I wanted, so I looked at your store, and chose a tote with Mina, and Hagakure (?) And he told me to send him the link!

HOLY SMOKES THANK YOU FOR BUYING MY STUFF ANON THIS SERIOUSLY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!!!!!!

Anon said: Your art is so good! I especially love your black and white stuff! Its really punchy! Also all your Kiribaku content makes my heart melt!!!!!!

*gross sobbing* thank you so much!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:would it be okay…if i drew luca (giving credit to you tho obv) i just love him so much GOD

YES!!!!!! Please do link me to it if you do draw him, I wanna see!!!!! :D

Anon said:Hey! I really liked your OCs and i was especially intrigued by Max and Leo!! Do you mind telling us more about their relationship? They look so sweet!!! Love ya and keep being awesome!

Thank you so much for liking my kids!!!! ;O; and sadly I can’t tell you too much about them cause their story is a bit still up in the air as far as details go, but in general they used to be best friends back when they were kids, then the accident that gave Leo his scars happened and for reason they lost track of each other for a long while - they met again recently, tho! Leo’s been in love with Max since they were babies and being able to talk to him and interact with him again makes him incredibly happy/mushy/soft but also absurdly and unreasonably overprotective since he’s really, really scared of losing him again - Max… because of plot-related reasons hasn’t realized that Leo is the kid he used to know back when he was super young, so his falling in love with him happens as the story progresses. He finds the overprotectiveness silly and unecessary, but he doesn’t exactly mind it? He has a feeling it helps Leo more than it helps him, so he lets him do his thing. All in all, maybe Max takes more care of Leo than Leo of Max. Welp, their story is kind of a mess haha

Anon said:Have you ever thought about doing nsfw? Or at least something kinda hot?

This is actually answered in my faq! But yeah, no, I don’t do nsfw, sorry! Something kinda hot… maybe in the future? But I gotta be in a very specific mood that doesn’t come around too often, so I dunno if and when that’s gonna be!

#fran answers #oc asks #g a h #anonymous

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dothewrite · 7 years

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(cont) isn't. and it kinda just frustrates me to see the media portray it in that way because i would hate to know someone or even BE someone with that disorder and see such a portrayal of who i am as a person. SO due to this frustration i was wondering if you could od a scenario with tsukishima and bokuto where their fem s/o has DID and just how the boys would help them or something (you can let your mind wander) or maybe their s/o sees the trailer and gets really upset about it

Hey there! I’m sorry it’s been such a long time, but I’m really thankful for your patience. Here’s your request, and I hope you like it. For all those who didn’t see the first part of the ask, this request is about DID, and the movie trailer for ‘Split’ with James McAvoy.

Just as a quick disclaimer- I have no experience with DID. I have never had it, never interacted with someone with it, so I do not claim to represent this illness accurately. However, this was my major (and hopefully my future career), and I have dug up old notes and several textbooks to get my facts as straight as possible. Because this is fic, there will be several things that I do not explain directly. If there are any questions or concerns about DID (in this scenario or otherwise), I will do my best to answer questions through asks.

“You know,” Tsukishima hears you snarl before the mug smashes against the wallin fifteen different pieces, “I wish I could twist my body like some fuckingwendigo when Hana takes over. Be the monster they think we really are.”

He pads out of the kitchen,turning off the stove before he does, and hands you an oven mitten. You slip iton, reluctantly, and make your way towards the mess that you’ve left next tothe hanging bookshelf. When you glance up angrily at your supposed boyfriend’sface, there isn’t much emotion except for focus. It’s one thing you’ve alwayshated about him, and if you cared less than you did about your host, you don’tthink you’d have given him the time of day.

“Be careful,” he tells yousternly, “I don’t want you to cut yourself.”

You stick your middle finger upat him from underneath the glove. A small smile starts to crack his thinlypressed lips. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you pick it up then? Is it funwatching me on my knees, you sick fuck?”

As if on cue, he pulls out hisalready gloved hand from behind his back and waves it at you, deadpan. “I’m notinto sharp object play.” Very slowly, he gets to his knees beside you andbegins to pick out the smaller shards from the plush carpeting. “But,” he adds,“you know Kaede won’t like it when she finds out that you’ve broken somethingagainst the wall. That was her favourite mug.”

“Yeah? She’ll only know if yourat me out to her,” you spit. But your hand is already moving, reluctantly,untangling large shards of porcelain from dark green fibres.

Tsukishima’s expression hasn’tchanged in the slightest. Sometimes you really, really hate how nothing evergets to him like you want it to. Like he’d expected all of this to begin with,and plotted a course of potential comebacks to put you in your place.

It’s never very fun anymore whenit’s your turn.

“Tell me at least you agree withme, Tsukishima.” He hums to let you know he’s listening. “I’m angry for a goodreason, dammit.”

“It’s a good reason,” he agrees.He holds out the plastic bag for you to drop the last big piece in. “It makesfor a good movie, but it’s not good for representation.”

“I’m not a fucking murderouspsychopath.”

“You’re not,” he agrees again.“You’re a bit murderous, but not a psychopath.”

“I’m only murderous when peoplepiss me off. If they want me to be a nicer person, then they should stoppissing me off. Sound logic.”

To this, he doesn’t reply. Heonly laughs, a bit brightly with his twisted sense of humour, and motions foryou to get up with him. “Grab the vacuum, will you?”

You do. You don’t mind vacuumingso much; it makes such a wonderfully raucous noise that you can easily imagineit’s the sound of a building crashing down a block over. Tsukishima gives you alook as you plug it into the socket, and claps on his pair of noise cancellingheadphones. You switch the machine on with pleasure.

It’s a good catharsis, as analternative to breaking more things. You’d shattered the television once out ofrage, and the pleasure that had coursed through you had been unreal- so muchthat it had become an addiction, a contagion that kept you up for longer andlonger as the fury liquidized anything else inside you and pooled into a wellof happy anger. Kaede, your host, had given Tsukishima a stern talking to afterthat, and you’d been under wraps ever since. No more breaking household itemswithout cleaning it up. Needless to say, you stopped breaking so many things.

With a click, quiet swam backinto the lilac living room, and you drag the vacuum behind you back to thestorage cupboard.

Tsukishima is there waiting foryou. He holds out a mug, identical to the one that you had broken, and at yoursurprised gape, a gentler crease to his eyes begins to crinkle and he takes astep forwards, pressing the cup into your open hand.

You wrap your fingers around it,feeling the same grooves again.

“You’re not going to rat me out.”

“Nope.”

“How many spares do you have inthere?” You demand accusingly, but Tsukishima’s smile doesn’t falter.

“Enough,” he answers. Slowly, andobviously, his palms curls around the small of your back and tugs you closer,keeping you at a distance comfortable still. You weren’t as close to him asyour other alters were, and he knew your boundaries.

“You have the most beautifulanger out of them all, did you know that?”

“I-” your tongue sticks to thesides of your mouth, and words become hard to find. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” he breathes lowly, andsomething behind his eyes melt and swirl in messages that you’re not used toreading. It’s the first time those messages are addressed to you. “But don’ttell the others.” He smirks at you slyly. “Don’t rat me out.”

“I won’t,” you promise. And then,“who the hell do you take me for, anyway? Some fucking tattle tale?”

Laughing, Tsukishima motions foryou to get on with the storage closet, popping back into the living room to putthe mug where it had originally been.

An alien warmth flushes throughyou; your cheeks, your fingers, your toes, and your chest feels irritatinglytight against your ribs. You take several deep breaths, lean the vacuumcarefully against the side of the closet, and shut it behind you. You stand alittle straighter, edges of your lips a little softer, and the room seems atleast four times brighter than it had been before.

“Kei?” You call. He’s rarelyanywhere out of sight, unless it’s just been Iishi, who needs his space to beangry. “Are you here?”

Tsukishima strolls back intoview, hanging out of the doorway into the kitchen. He’s looking softer thanusual, and somehow your cheeks mirror his mood, and you walk up to him with awarm gaze.

“I’m here, Kaede,” he murmurs.“I’ve bought groceries. Want to start dinner?”

On the small stretch of wall thatmarks the distance between the bedrooms and the living room, four calendarscover it. One is larger than the rest, with lots of spare space and small multicolouredscribbles in each square. Thursday has marked two movies and one shoppingexcursion and on Friday, a double anniversary date with Kuroo and his fiancée.

Two smaller calendars frame thelargest one in the centre. One the left, Bokutohas his two and a half practices jotted down for Monday, and to the right, youhave one hair appointment and one doggy day care pickup for Tuesday. They’reboth in different colours, and different handwriting scrawled all over them.

The smallest and last one sitsfurthest down the corridor. It’s hung neatly right beside the master bedroom’sdoorframe, and each month, the pages are filled in assorted colours. Therearen’t many jottings on it, only small multicoloured circles in a countdown.Circles mark special days, and straight crosses count the days passed. Bothtypes of writing are dotted along the frames. There’s a small smiley face and acat face that decorates the header of this month. It’s October, going ontoNovember. The days are getting shorter, and the air is getting chillier.

There’s a big circle aroundtoday’s date. It’s in lime green, autumn’s favourite colour.

“Hey.” You feel Bokuto’s firmarms wrap themselves like garden vines around your hunched shoulders. “You’rethinking that again, aren’t you?”

“When don’t I?” You joke weakly,but it’s true. He’s right. You twist your head around, and straighten your backthe way you know he prefers you to sit. It makes you look prouder, happier, andBokuto’s favourite time of day is when you’re both.

“I got this, you know? I’m goodat taking care of people!” Without his hands at his disposal, he thumps hischest against your back to make the manly ‘umph’ sound. It makes you smile. Fornow, everything still makes you smile quite easily. “I know,” you reassure him.“I’m just anxious, like always.”

“It’s been four years,” Bokutomumbles into the crook of your neck. You lean backwards into his firm body andlet yourself reassemble in his shape. “I’ve got the hang of this. You don’thave to feel bad anymore.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stopfeeling bad,” you shrug, and he shifts along with the motion. “But it’s a lotmore comforting now that we’ve planned well for it.”

“Mhmm.” The vibrations sendshivers up your spine. Bokuto runs wiry fingers over your gooseflesh. “I’m goodat keeping you cheerful.”

He’s good at keeping everyonecheerful, always. Even when he’s down, Bokuto never misses the chance to pickhimself up just in time to bring someone back up to spirits, and his sadhooting is one of the most heartbreakingly adorable sounds you’ve ever heard.You’ve got it recorded on your phone.

“Let’s run over the game planagain,” you suggest with a small smile. “It’ll make me less nervous.”

“Okay.” He plops down next to youwith his legs crossed. “So, lots of blankets. Lots of hot drinks. Don’t wakeyou up too early, and don’t get mad when you’re crying about dumb things.” Hefrowns at that point. “I think it’s horrible that anyone could get mad at youcrying. And nothing you cry about is ever dumb.”

“Last year I sobbed for two daysstraight because I lost a penguin keychain.”

“Imagine what the penguinkeychain must feel!” Bokuto looks scandalized. “That’s not dumb!”

You love him so. It’s at the tip of your tongue, pushing at your lips to escape in ahushed whisper, but it’s not something Aki would say. Haru and Natsu, mostdefinitely. Aki- autumn- you- settle for pressing against him with your side.“I hope we find the penguin again someday,” you muse. “What an adventure.”

Bokuto looks thrilled at theprospect of sharing adventures with a small plastic charm, but he clears histhroat and keeps his fingers held out. “Let Kuroo and Akaashi know beforehand.I’ll keep noises to a minimum, and let our landlord know that quiet hours areearly for the first month. Your workplace should’ve got the memo pretty earlyon. They’re nice.”

“They are,” you nod dazedly. It’sa cocoon of warmth around Bokuto at all times, and with the small snuggiepooled at your feet, it’s the right gradient of temperature that lulls you tointo a dream. “If worst comes to worst, my therapist has open hours through theday for any emergencies.”

“Gotcha. I hope there aren’t anyemergencies.”

“They’re hard on you, I’m sorry,Kou.”

“Don’t mind me! I was mostlyworried for you-” as if proving his point, he runs his fingers along the trailof your scalp, back and forth. “I didn’t know that our neighbours wouldcelebrate a birthday with fireworks.”

He pauses then, and leans down tohover closely by your face. You can feel the warmth radiating of his sun-kissedbronze. “I think you’ve already come so far. You used to hate having men aroundyou. That broke my heart.”

You’re not sure if you’ll everstop feeling guilty about that, and Bokuto’s face still shows old hurt that hasscarred his heart and left him stronger. You know the guilt will amplify soon.Soon, you will fear Bokuto, yet love him intensely, hate yourself and want tocarve out a small cave to live by your lonesome.

You will hate the days, miss thenights, love your father, and despise the sound of deep laughter.

It’s four thirty in theafternoon, and the sky is white from snow. The whirring of relentless windsoutside and the memory of deep, angry grunting stirs sleeping fears from insideyou.

Bokuto waits, silently, and holdsyou close to him.

He listens as your breathingspeeds up, coming in short bursts, and your grip on your own legs tense. Theshoulder you have resting against him crushes against him in a desperate bidfor his pain, and his comfort combined. He waits for you to settle down, andget your bearings.

“Here,” he shuffles further awayand swirls a massive blanket around your frame before you can make a sound. Thefear in your eyes subside in small bursts, and holding back his urge to touchyour cheek, Bokuto lifts up a mug of hot cocoa in front of your face. You takeit in both hands, without saying a word, and sip at it.

“Fuyu.” Your eyes flicker up atthe sound of your name. Bokuto is smiling at you with aching affection, and asmall heat rises to your cheeks. You don’t mind so much when it’s his lips yournames are falling from. “Hello, again.”

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