#and you know Bokuto confronts him about it once your out of the apartment running a few errands

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Listen, hear me out.

Bokuto invites Akaashi over to spend weekends and holidays at your shared home often - even during weeks where he has to be closer to certain parts of the city for work. And, of course, you never mind. Akaashi is your boyfriend's best friend and he's a lovely guest to have and great company! You never mind giving up your spare bed to him.

Now, imagine, for one of these planned visits Akaashi arrives just a little bit earlier than usual and unwittingly catches you both in the middle of the deed - your legs pinned by your head Bokuto ruts into you with abandon.

Of course, Akaashi leaves to give you both some privacy! Comes back at the time he was supposed to instead to give him enough time to cool down. But, of course, now he can't look you in the eye the entire time he's over - images of how your body bent to his friend's will, how sinful your moans were - all of it went straight through him whenever your sweet eyes looked at him. And, despite his best efforts. Bokuto notices.

And, despite how quickly Akaashi fled, Bokuto knew he watched.

[sadlysoulx]

[12:34]– Enemies to lovers w/ haikyuu boys!!

hello, after 5 months, it's soulx here. I'm sorry I wasn't active lately, too many things are going on, I'm about to change schools AGAIN. thank you for still being here with me you guys, I'm on 450+ followers I DON'T DESERVE YOU ALL😭❤️

warnings: gender neutral but there's a word 'pretty', enemies to lovers, a little angst at the end? hot boys, bad writing, proof read (I think)

Truth to be told, he doesn't hate you, but that doesn't mean you don't hate him. He acts like the meaning of his life is to annoy the hell out of you. Oops, he spilled his coffee on you, why? Because his hand slipped. Taking notes? Trust him to scribble on them for no apparent reason. Eating lunch? He'll eat your lunch with you, literally. You're having a presentation? He'll embarrass you by asking questions you don't know the answer to. Going on a date? Oh dear, he'll stare at you for a long time before asking 'Why?' and you'll stare back at him and ask 'Why not?'. There'll be a long silence before he answers, 'Because I'm here, there's no need to go on a date with a boy you barely know,' he pouts, eyes averting away. After staring at him for some time, that's when you realized that he wasn't annoying you for fun, for his enjoyment or for his satisfaction, but it's because it's only the way for you to take notice of him.

»Bokuto, Hinata, Hoshiumi, TENDOU, Nishinoya, Yamomoto.

War of the Populars. Mister Popular, he's so used to people running up to him, waving at him shyly, giving him variety of gifts and foods. . . so used to people knowing his name. Just for all of that disappearing once you came. People started to forget about him and started fangirling and fanboying at you. What? No! He's definitely not jealous, he's definitely not jealous at how much more popular you are and how much your fanbase is bigger than his, no he's definitely not jealous. Well, ok, maybe he is. He went up to you and angrily confronted about the issue, voicing his concerns and worries and even going as far as demanding you to transfer to another school. . . and to stop being so pretty? His anger boiled even more when you just smirked and sashayed away. If that's how it is, then so be it.

»Oikawa, Atsumu, Futakuchi, TANAKA

Volleyball rivals. He always looks down at you, always thinking that he, the all mighty volleyball king, is better. You hated it, you hated feeling so small as he glares down at you. In training, the both of you would always play to your max as if playing for the nationals. The two of you would always have an one on one match. The two of you would always race to see who is faster, you would play for a very long time to see who has a better stamina. The two of you will always play volleyball so roughly, bruises started forming on your arms. But when you broke your ankle and started crying? He'll be so worried and would start comforting you, rubbing your back and whispering in your ear how much of a good player you are, how he admires you, how much he looks up at you. And that's when you noticed something else stirring in your heart, right when he smiled softly at you.

»Ushijima, Kageyama, KYOTANI, Aran, AKAASHI, Iwaizumi, Kindaichi.

Academic rivals. You're a very hard working student, always on the teacher's good side, always have straight A's, a student council. But that's not enough, you're always the second best. Who's the best then? Ofcourse, it's him. He'll be so smug as waved around his test paper with a 97% mark. You'll be so pissed, scoffing and scrunching up your 94% marked paper. The two of you always have debates in the classrooms, saying that your answers is right but it'll always end up with the both of your answers wrong, and the two of you will glare at each other. One afternoon, you happily went up to him, paper test on your hands, almost tearing it apart in excitement. "What's your score?" You asked. He hid his paper under his desk and stared at you softly. "95%," He answers. You squealed, jumping around the classroom, holding the test paper to your chest, ignoring your classmates' weird looks. "I got 96%!" You laughed at him, shoving your paper under his nose. "Take that, loser!" You happily run out of the classroom and into the hall, screaming at how you finally did better than him, and he'll laugh in amusement, taking out his own paper with a 98% mark on it.

»Tsukishima, Terushima, Kuroo, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kunimi.

Business war. The two of you being entrepreneurs, having your shops across each other. And it's hard, you would go to his shop in terrible disguise trying to steal his customers and he'll always catch you, chasing you outside of his shop with a mop as you laughed to yourself. You're terrible right? No, he's way more worse. He'll pretend to be this elite investigator and walk in your shop like he owns it. Then, he will raise up a finger, slide it over the surface of anything and hold it up again, showing the tiniest speck of dust to your customers. "This is why you shouldn't come to L/N Y/N's shop, very unsanitary," and ofcourse your customers will agree and move to his shop. Because of this it took you a week for your customers to come back on your shop again. But then, for some reason, he started to notice your shop doesn't open anymore for weeks and weeks. Until finally, you came, he excitedly look through the window of his own shop, happy that your back but his smile quickly disappeared. There was a few people who came along with you, you conversed with them and then finally nodding, signing a contract. His heart dropped, your shop will be closed forever and you won't come back. After the people left you, he walked out of his shop and had a normal peaceful conversation with you for the first time. "I- I couldn't handle the shop, I need to close it before something bad happen first," You sighed. To your surprise, he took your hands and smiled at you kindly. "Come to my shop, I'll hire you, I'll pay double if you'd like," Unbeknownst to the both of you, it was just the beginning of your story.

»Osamu, Asahi, Lev, Yaku, Hanamaki, Kita

Social media enemies. For some reason, the two of you battles on who get the most followers, the most likes, the most views, the most anything. He can't let you win and you can't let him either. You went and post a picture of you holding a kitten? Check, he posted himself doing the exact same thing. He did a reaction video? Check, you did it too. The whole school finds it amusing and they even went around and made fanclubs for the two of you. However, when the two of you meets in real life, you'll pretend you didn't know each other. Then scandal blew, it spreads all over the internet that you guys are dating, it was a hit. People kept discussing it on Twitter, people posted badly photo shopped pictures of you and him in Instagram and people kept on posting cringe ship edits on TikTok. Now the two of you are after the clout, so you discussed and planned on fake dating for more. But no hard feelings, no soft feelings, no catching any sort of feelings. Did the plan work? Yes. . . and no. What happened? The two of you became the cutest couple on the internet in a short time. And? The plan backfired, and the two of you are dating for real.

»Suna, Kenma, Shirabu, Konoha.

Opposites attract. That's what they say. But does it really? Because that's not the matter between the two of you. You hated each other to the guts and to the bone and he couldn't believe there's such person like you to exist. He hated the way you're loud, and not to be mean he thinks your laugh is exaggerating, you always try so hard to please everybody, everybody except him. You are the kindest and the most genuine to everybody but to him, you are the exact opposite. You are sweet to his teammates but him. You are the happiest person in the school but when it's the two of you alone, you're annoying and stupid. He hated you. There's so much to hate about you. He can go and on and on for the days and he still wouldn't be finished. But when he saw you standing alone in the rain, face upwards in the sky, hair and clothes drenched, he realized that he's the only one who sees your true colors because he's the only one you trust. He sees you opening your eyes and turning to him, and even when raining he can see tears rolling down your cheeks. You let out a sob as you ran to him, hugging him tight and sobbed harder. He didn't care if you're drenched in rain water, he raised his arms and finally, he hugged you back.

»Sakusa, Suga, Daichi, Ukai, Matsukawa.

i love you guys, stay hydrated, sleep for 8 hours, do your homework and keep a smile on your face <3

I will be still doing enemies to lovers but for separate characters, see you there!!

[lilimonarch]

Doctor Hanahaki - I guess I'll let you stay. [9]

Doctor Hanahaki

Chapter 9 (Finale)

WC: 4412

Akaashi attempts to heal, but as his life is falling apart, he learns some things and realizes he cannot heal until he confronts the past and the future.

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Akaashi had started to try and get over all of it.

The words had stayed sitting in his mind to try and improve his own life. A life without someone he realized had filled so much of what was once empty.

His name still popped into his head, and as much as Akaashi desperately wanted to contact him, he did not. He could not.

“It’s Wednesday, are we still going out?” Sugawara popped his head into the room cheerfully, packed up to head out. He’s all cheerful until he sees Akaashi still in his white coat and all, taking notes. “Akaashi?”

“Yeah, I will. I’m just, signing stuff and-” Akaashi is interrupted as the phone rings. The doctor’s office is closed, but he recognizes the caller number. It’s his youngest current patient, straight out of surgery, and a piece of him tells him to pick up and not let it go straight to voicemail. “One second,” he picks up the phone. “Dr. Akaashi speaking, how can I help you?”

“It didn’t work,” there is static on the other side of the call while the sounds of coughing Akaashi knew far too well rang throughout the room. His patient on the other line, gasping for air and coughing so harshly that Akaashi could feel it through the phone. “I’m still… I’m going to die, Dr. Akaashi. The surgery did not work, Dr. Akaashi!” Words mixed with sobs and shouts of desperation as the sentences and their meanings hit Akaashi full force.

The call ends.

Akaashi drops the phone.

“Akaashi?”

Akaashi can’t breathe. His heart is racing in his chest and even though he knows it’s all in his mind, he swears he can feel petals flowing in his throat waiting to jump out. His hands shake as he grips the side of the chair to ground himself. It’s impossible, Akaashi thinks to himself. The surgery is supposed to save lives. It didn’t work. It failed Yamaguchi.

What if it fails me?

Akaashi is sent through a spiral, imagining the blossoms forming in his lungs as his reality spins. He wants to run, but his legs feel too weak to even stand. The world is so hot, so cold, so dangerous. Is he going to die too? Is he going to wake up one day as sick as when he was 17?

Am I next?

Muffled voices ring in his ear.

Is it Bokuto’s fault?

The voices are slightly clearer.

No, shut up about Bokuto! You messed up, it’s your fault!

“Keiji.”

Akaashi opens his eyes. In front of him, Sugawara is kneeled on the ground, his hands on Akaashi’s knees. “Hey. Let’s get some deep breaths in you, okay? In… and out… just like that. You aren’t sick, I know you can do it.” Akaashi followed the deep breaths, and it was not until much later he had realized tears poured down his face, he was sobbing.

Dr. Akaashi Keiji, stripped from the ability to love when he was just seventeen, sobbing as he swore that he saw the face of death mocking him.

I’m terrified.

“There you go, you’re doing great,” Sugawara reassured him, his hands holding a gentle pressure against Akaashi’s knees to ground him. “Much better, Akaashi.”

“I don’t think I want to go out right now,” Akaashi mumbled, shrinking into himself.

“That’s alright, do you want me to drive you home?”

“Please.”

The drive home is rather silent, as is the walk to his apartment. So is the opening and closing of the door, Akaashi moving to sit on the couch in the silence only broken by Nariko’s meow of acknowledgement.

That phone call was the last Akaashi ever heard from his patient.

Akaashi had learned the young male had passed away a few hours after the call, his best friend finding him pale as a ghost in the bathroom while flowers sprouted from his mouth. A gory sight, Akaashi had seen it before, he could understand how traumatized the other must have been.

Yamaguchi’s death was not many years off from when Akaashi was dying in the hospital, his only memories of high school. A reminder that the unhealthy trust of the procedure was false, and anything could come for him at any moment.

Not the best mentality for a doctor to have, even if he only had about a week of work left.

Akaashi did not understand why he was here either, standing on the outskirts of a small group during Yamaguchi’s funeral while his mother sobbed, his father crying silently. He did not understand why he was invited, but Yamaguchi was a special kid.

The least he could do was mourn the loss of a soul taken too soon.

Bokuto’s next.

Shut up, not now.

Most funerals had flowers, though Akaashi supposed flowers were a more sensitive topic among the family. Next to him stood a tall male, about the same age as Yamaguchi, glasses such as his own with blond hair. The male was not crying, though his tightly clenched fists gave away his cold disguise as for someone truly grieving. “You,” the male turned his head a bit, deeply staring at Akaashi. “You were his doctor, weren't you?”

Akaashi stomached the feeling in his chest, he had lost another patient and was now here to face the consequences of his failure. “Yes, I was. Dr. Akaashi Keiji, if only we met under better circumstances,” Akaashi sighed, fidgeting with his hands until the other wanted to continue the conversation.

“Tsukishima Kei, if only we did,” Tsukishima nodded, staring at the family sitting in the front with their baby boy. “It was me, was it not?”

Akaashi managed to get a good look at the other, he had grown to Yamaguchi's gushing at each of their later appointments, the image of this mysterious unrequited love matching the male who stood in front of him. “If I told you, I would be breaking the patient-doctor trust,” Akaashi murmured, though they both knew that was an answer in itself.

“I had Hanahaki once,” Tsukishima mentioned, Akaashi looking up in concern. “Half a year before we graduated high school, I was bedridden for a week. I should have died there, it was the worst health I've ever been in,” Tsukishima cracked a smile, cracking at the seams. “I didn't tell anyone, it was embarrassing. I guess I just realized, I did not need love in my life. People live without love all the time, no point in risking my life over it. The next few days, I got over my stupidity, I graduated with honors and no worries.”

“And you tell me this?”

“That boy over there gave me Hanahaki,” Tsukishima sighed but deep down, Akaashi could understand the front the blond was attempting to uphold. A front which was cracking at the seams as his knuckles went white, the younger boy clenching his teeth. “I guess I was just smarter, I knew better, survival of the fittest and all that.”

“I have been told you were in a relationship when his disease developed.” Akaashi isn’t sure why he would bring up the detail Yamaguchi shared with him. Maybe a part of him wanted closure for the boy’s sudden death.

For Yamaguchi.

For a boy like himself.

“Yes, I was,” Tsukishima nodded, fixing his glasses. “Though a part of me does wish he had said something. I guess he didn't want his death on my conscious until after it happened. Damn Tadashi, always way too damn kind.”

“Do you love him?”

“What?”

What are you doing?

Tsukishima hesitated, Akaashi watching as tears started to pool in Tsukishima's eyes, the young male doing his best to push them down. Love, a feeling Akaashi figured he could only imagine, though one he had watched many of his patients go insane over. Love in Akaashi's world was importance, significance in one's life. So, as the rain began to pour and Akaashi stood there, he brought the question up once more. “Do you love Tadashi?”

“I did... I told you-”

“I'm not asking if you did,” Akaashi snapped slightly, though he could not understand the roots of his frustration. For Yamaguchi, he reminded himself. “I’m asking if you do.”

Tsukishima turned away, heading towards his car. “Maybe… Look, I don’t even know anymore. It doesn’t matter anymore…” Tsukishima sighed, Akaashi blinking a few times as Tsukishima faded away into the fog. Akaashi could swear he could hear slight whimpers, but he would rather not hear it. Akaashi had to get out of there before Tsukishima had realized he had found someone who could listen to all the words he left unsaid.

Akaashi drove home, giving a small smile to Nariko before changing out of his clothes, taking a quick shower to wash the tone of death off him. The water was warm against his cool skin as he ran his fingers through his hair, visions of bloody cherry blossoms stuck in his mind. He shook his head, turning off the shower and drying himself with a towel, slipping on a gray hoodie and black sweatpants.

Bokuto Koutarou.

He was not mad anymore.

Bokuto Koutarou.

Akaashi sat in the living room, alone. Nariko was prancing around the house somewhere else and Akaashi let out a small sigh, listening to the rain pour heavily, a storm surely making its presence known. Akaashi opened his phone to his contacts, seeing Bokuto's name near the top along with Sugawara's name in most used contacts.

Bokuto Koutarou.

He had not called, texted, or even interacted with him in weeks.

Bokuto.

Akaashi missed him.

Bokuto.

Interesting how the draw to the name was as strong as when he had first met the male, Akaashi grabbing his laptop and opening it slowly. Bokuto Koutarou, he entered into the search bar on YouTube, seeing as hundreds of videos popped onto his feed. The rational voice told him to stay away, that he was never meant to get close to someone like Bokuto, but his heart pressed play.

Akaashi clicked on the first one, Highlights from MSBY Bokuto! The video was titled, Akaashi watching closely as the camera would zoom into a much younger, much stronger Bokuto. His hair was slicked up, and his eyes more vibrant than ever before. Akaashi found his heart beating heavily as he neared the screen, watching as the athlete spiked the ball into the ground with a sounding bang before the audience burst in cheers. “Wow, an amazing cross-strike from Bokuto Koutarou! He’s scheduled to go to his first Olympics with the national team of Japan this year,” the commentator said before the video switched to a different clip.

Bokuto was in the back row now wearing the iconic Japanese team uniform. Akaashi watched as Brazil gave a nasty serve but being received flawlessly by another teammate on team Japan. The ball would pass a few times until Akaashi found himself choking on air while he watched Bokuto receive a ball with his chest. “Now, that’s his signature receive! There you have it! Bokuto Koutarou and his chest receive, I bet the ladies are feeling a bit flushed.” Akaashi practically choked on his tea at the comment, before bursting out into laughter. The biggest laugh he had had in a millennium, a feeling he could grow used to.

It almost hurt to smile; he has not felt that in a while.

Akaashi scrolled through other videos related to Bokuto, some even amassing hundreds of thousands of views. He had not noticed he spent an hour until he looked at the clock. One more can't hurt, he thought to himself as he clicked on the final video, about 30 minutes.

Who is anyone to stop me? He’s no longer in my life, I can make that choice.

Star Volleyball Player Bokuto Koutarou’s Final interview! Bokuto talks about his career and his love life!

Akaashi’s eyes glistened as Bokuto walked into the interview room in a dark blue suit, posing a few times as the crowd in the recording burst into cheers. "Hey hey hey!" Bokuto blossomed in front of an audience, hyping the crowd, and bouncing around before finally sitting on the couch. “What’s up, everyone!?”

“Looks like the Bokuto-beam himself needs no introduction. Ladies and gentlemen, Bokuto Koutarou!” The interviewer smiled, the crowd cheering once more before finally calming down. Akaashi watched as they discussed his career as a whole, his best moments and some more embarrassing moments on the court.

Akaashi could not help but think the person he watched was not the same person he had as a patient, and a friend, and whatever line he crossed that fateful day. Bokuto on the court was always smiling, always at 110%. Yet, the Bokuto he had grown to know and value as a person could be quiet at times, emotional even. “So, Bokuto?” The interviewer smiled a bit, a smirk. “What do you plan on doing after you retire later this month? Anyone special waiting for you?”

The crowd was surely invested now as they cheered for a response, Akaashi watching as Bokuto's face faltered a bit. “I’ll just be settling down on my own,” Bokuto gave a dry laugh, the camera panning to the crowd turning to each other in shock.

Right, Bokuto would not have a happy ending.

“On your own? Bokuto, half of Japan would love to be your significant other and you want to stay single? Tell us, is there somebody on your mind? Perhaps someone who does not even know?”

“First of all, I’m gay. Sorry ladies,” Bokuto laughed a bit, Akaashi smiling as he felt the crowd of females all feeling their hearts break at the revelation. “Second, my heart… belongs to someone else.”

Why am I smiling?

“Someone else? Bokuto, do tell us about this special boy in your life.”

Bokuto blushed a bit, twiddling with his thumbs as he tried to look away from the camera, the cameraman not helping him and zooming in on Bokuto’s flushed expression, the expression was almost familiar to him. “Well, I haven’t seen him in forever, I honestly think he forgot about me,” Bokuto laughed, saying the same story he told Akaashi with a few different details which caught his attention quickly. “When I played volleyball in high school, he sent the best sets I had ever seen. He was my best friend, and he always took care of me, which was pretty funny since I was a year older. He is so smart and works so hard, he’s actually started a career and is pretty known in his community. I think he could get very famous soon.”

“Career? Why don't you tell us?”

“His career? No, that’s a secret. I can’t have anyone trying to steal my man,” Bokuto joked, though it was clearly fake in Akaashi's eyes. The laugh faltered as Bokuto in the video sighed. “I liked him for so long, but one day he got really sick. I was about to graduate and go off to play volleyball in college, but he left, and I realized life without him was- it was hell, those few months when he was sick. I’d go to the hospital every day just to see him and one day, he actually confessed to me.”

The crowd gasped as Bokuto smiled sheepishly, Akaashi was not aware of this part of the story. “Really now? So why aren’t you with him if he is your one true love?” Rather dramatic, but Akaashi supposes it is a television show. The interviewer continues to inquire, Bokuto covering his face with his hands.

“I blew it! I was so confused, and I didn’t know it so I just… ran away. I was so focused on making it in volleyball I couldn’t think straight. That was over ten years ago and man, I wish I was stronger to stay. Strong enough to let him know I felt the same and maybe, maybe he could have been sat here next to me.”

Akaashi looked away. He wished he was strong enough to face Bokuto again. Explain all the thoughts in his mind, apologize for indecency.

“If you could talk to him again, what would you tell him?"

If Akaashi could talk to Bokuto again, what would he tell him? What would Bokuto say?

The camera shifted so Bokuto was staring straight into the camera, the broken smile on his face Akaashi had known so well over the past while. “You probably won’t see this but know I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ll find you again, and you can set for me again. Just like you promised when we were kids.” Bokuto was tearing up and Akaashi could not understand why tears streamed down his own face. The message hit him in his core, as if it was meant for him.

However, Akaashi knew better. He knew this love story would not end well. Bokuto had developed a Hanahaki hardly curable due to this person and Akaashi could only watch as the most important person in his life pined over something which could not happen.

“Anything else? Maybe a small hint at who this person is?”

Bokuto nodded, his bright eyes glistening with slight tears. “I’ll see you soon, ‘Kaashi. Come find me?”

‘Kaashi?

Akaashi’s mind was brought back to their first non-medical encounter at the supermarket, and every time after where the nickname ‘Kaashi just so happened to slip out of Bokuto’s mouth. At this point, Akaashi had adopted it as his own, never thinking much of it.

He felt a pang in his chest, his heart beating rapidly as a blush covered his face. An emotion stronger than ever overtaking him as he crumpled to the ground, small tears turning to sobs. He reached up to his laptop to rewind the words.

“I’ll see you soon, ‘Kaashi. Come find me?”

Akaashi played the words again, bringing his hand to the screen to wipe tears he could never reach. The coldness of his heart having been unlocked as indescribable feelings poured out from his soul. Feelings of love stronger than the kiss he shared, a kiss he screamed at himself for making a mistake he did not regret.

Maybe it was not a mistake.

“I’ll see you soon, ‘Kaashi. Come find me?”

Akaashi could not smile, he sobbed in anguish, a bittersweet feeling indeed. At that moment, he had truly heard the words to undo decades of his coldness. Akaashi realized Bokuto was more than an important person in his life, he could not live without Bokuto in his life. Every day when he had to send Bokuto home with new medications was hell since he could never know if the other would ever return each week. The past week of avoiding him was what he thought was for his own good, only killing him from the inside.

He figured it out.

Akaashi had realized he had fallen in love.

Maybe not the stereotypical love he had been led to believe was the only way of loving someone, but he was sure of it now. Akaashi truly had fallen in love with Bokuto.

Bokuto loved him in return.

Shit!

Akaashi raced to his phone, dialing Bokuto within the sobs. “Answer, answer already,” Akaashi was cursing under his breath as no response came. There was still time to fix all the damage of the past few years, Akaashi could still fix it! “God dammit, Bokuto. Why won't you answer?” The rain outside was thundering as Nariko begged for her owner to calm down, but Akaashi did not mind the rain.

He rushed outside, not even bothering with an umbrella nor raincoat. Akaashi continued to dial Bokuto’s number over and over again, never getting an answer. His tears poured as quickly as the rain, his clothing soaked through, Akaashi speeding through empty roads to the familiar home he had spent so much time in despite it not being his own. Akaashi pressed the gas as he forced himself to drive to Bokuto’s home as fast as possible to reach him, the same way Bokuto sat in a car in the rain to try and reach Akaashi all those years ago. “Bokuto? Bokuto! Open the door!” Akaashi banged the door in an attempt to get the other’s attention, the house deathly silent. Yet, when he banged the door, the door had pushed himself open into a house with only one light one, Bokuto's phone ringing off in the distance from Akaashi’s calls.

A mere few meters away from Akaashi lay Bokuto, his eyes half shut as the floor was covered with bloodied cherry blossoms and all sorts of thorns, tears on his face as the other blinked slowly. Akaashi gasped in horror as he rushed into the room, laying on his knees as he sat Bokuto up on his lap, tears continuing to pour.

Bokuto, collapsed against the hardwood, tears pouring in the silence. “...Akaashi?” With half lidded eyes and cracked lips, Bokuto's words were quieter than most, followed by ravaging coughs filled with crimson coated petals.

I’ll see you soon, ‘Kaashi. Come find me?

“I’m here, Bokuto,” Akaashi brushed strands of hair covering Bokuto's face, removing some of the petals. “I’m sorry for everything,” the words choked up in his throat as Bokuto wheezed in an attempt to talk. "Don't talk, Bokuto. I’m here now, I promise. I don’t remember but I saw what you said,” Akaashi was doing his best not to sob into him, trying to maintain his composure and failing rather miserably. “I promise I’ll send as many sets as you want- just don’t... don’t leave me. Please don’t go.”

Say it, Akaashi.

Akaashi was not sure if he was quite ready, but he could not live if he never got to say it in time. That was a risk he was not willing to take.

“I love you.”

Bokuto’s hand twitched slightly, the silence in the room only being interrupted by the harsh coughs and gasps for air. Akaashi brought his hands to Bokuto’s cheek, wiping stray tears. Silence filled the room as a collection of cherry blossoms formed from Bokuto's lips, Bokuto's eyes widening in agony as he turned his head, ejecting piles of cherry blossoms and thorns, flowers and flowers pouring out to the side as Akaashi held the other while he got it all out of his system, the other only pausing to catch his breath. Constant ejecting of flowers until there was nothing left, Bokuto collapsing to the ground, barely conscious. His lungs, surely damaged beyond repair, beyond dehydrated, Akaashi cried in horror as he held Bokuto, the pale man slowly opening his eyes.

“...’Kaashi?” Bokuto mumbled, Akaashi laying a hand on Bokuto's face. His breath was weak but non-interrupted. A playful smirk formed on Bokuto's lips, only interrupted by quiet gasps for air. “Took you... long enough,” a weak and meager voice, but a voice, nonetheless.

A voice Akaashi thought he would never hear again.

Akaashi shook his head and sobbed, bowing down as he cried, tears pouring and pouring whilst teardrops fell onto Bokuto’s face. “I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as he lifted Bokuto off from the ground to lay against his side. “For everything, Bokuto. For everything I did, for leaving, for forgetting you, I’m so sorry,” Akaashi leaned his head against Bokuto’s in this position where he held him. If it were up to his heart, he would have held Bokuto for an eternity. However, his brain reminds him of the man in critical condition sat before him, practically on death’s door. Quickly, he dials the emergency services and forces himself to stay calm, to hope and stay calm.

Stay calm, it will be okay now.

~

Akaashi opens his eyes blearily, glancing at the window of the hospital room. He cranes his neck, massaging the back as he sits up in the hospital chair. Raindrops hit against the windows silently and the dark was a dull gray, Akaashi looking to where Bokuto lay asleep in the hospital bed.

The world was so different now, he figured. A few months ago, Akaashi had been living through the motions. A month ago, Akaashi was on the verge of self-destruction. Now? He is not too sure where in life he is. A few weeks ago, Akaashi was sobbing over Bokuto’s dying body.

Now? Bokuto was recovering, and Akaashi was holding his hand the whole way.

“You’re still here?” Bokuto interrupts his thoughts, slowly turning towards Akaashi.

It was still a bad habit, getting lost in thought. It was getting better when Bokuto rescued him from his overthinking. “Yeah, I’m still here.”

Despite Hanahaki being his main area of expertise, there was still so much he did not understand. The surgery’s questionable success rate being investigated, Hanahaki versus Hanakajou versus Hanahajou, any of its methods of curing. Maybe when the medical scene had been his entire life, it was time for a break. No matter how confusing his feelings, handlings of Hanahaki, and the life he shared with Bokuto that he could no longer remember; no matter how confusing it became, Akaashi could always be sure of three things.

He had Hanahaki as a teenager.

2. It almost killed him.

3. It doesn’t mean he can’t love at all.

“You can go home… y’know?” Bokuto mumbled, slowly reaching for Akaashi’s hand, rubbing circular motions against the skin. “You’re probably tired and…”

“I’m not,” Akaashi interrupts him, giving Bokuto’s hand a gentle squeeze. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but welcomed, nonetheless. “Do you want to look at some older videos? Maybe that’ll cheer you up.”

“But you don’t remember.”

“I’m willing to learn.”

Bokuto gives a small smile as Akaashi hands Bokuto his phone, Bokuto scrolling down to an older video of himself, Akaashi, and the rest of their high school volleyball team fooling around after a competition. Lots of smiling, laughing, and declarations of being the best done by the boys in the video. Akaashi could not help but watch how happy he seemed in the life he could not remember, but his eyes wandered to the windows, covered in raindrops of a summer storm. “Akaashi? What’s wrong?” Once again, Bokuto catches him lost in thought.

“Nothing,” Akaashi struggles and takes a good look at the gray sky one more time before returning to the screen, watching as his teenage self was carried on the shoulders of teenage Bokuto.

It fucking rained.

And Akaashi could not be happier.

[applepi-1]

Realized- Bokuto Koutarou

"Okay, she's the star of the play. And she's my girl friend, I get to have sex with the star of the play!" You rolled your eyes and took your seat.

"Why am I here?"

"People can hear you. And because we want you here." Akaashi assured you.

"I know!" Bokuto screamed before sitting down as the play starts, "wow! She looks great. Doesn't she?"

"Yeah.." Onstage there was a knock and Bokuto's girlfriend, G/n opens the door.

"Hi!" You sat up straighter as a hot guy was brought onto stage. "That is one good looking man." Bokuto and Akaashi looked at you. "Sorry."

"Is it just me, or can you actually see his abs through his overcoat?" You looked over at Bo as he frowned.

"Sooo, you've been doing this long?"

"No, you're my first. Put the money on the table." Akaashi and Bokuto have stunned looks on their faces as her and her co-star began to make out. You covered your ears at the moaning noises.

Once the play was over Akaashi, Bokuto, and you headed to your apartment seeing Kuroo and Daichi there. And of course Kenma on his phone playing a game. "Hey how was the play?"

"She made out with a really hot guy." This caused all the guys to look at you. "Sorry."

"Well, was it really hot?" Kuroo asked Bokuto as he layed on your couch.

"Yeah..."

"Well, ok then. You're fine. The rule is when two actors are actually doing it off-stage all the sexual tension is gone. Okay? So as long as it's hot onstage you got nothing to worry about. It's when the heat goes away, then you should worry."

--

The boys seemed to drag you to the next play G/n was in, with the same hot guy. "I'm right, right? There was no chemistry between them. Before they had heat, there was no heat. Kuroo told us what that means." You sighed as Bokuto went on a rant about how Kuroo was right.

"Let's not jump into conclusions."

"Here she comes, just don't be... you know."

"Oh hey guys."

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yeah it was funny when the hot guy couldn't get his button undone faster." You said sarcastically, "sorry."

"Yeah play was great, clearly you're having sex with him."

"Okay we're gonna..." Akaashi pulled you away from the two.

"Hey, you can go if you want. I can wait for him."

"He'll realize your feelings soon enough, okay?" You waved by to Akaashi as he left. A few minutes later you saw G/n run out the theater. You walked over back to Bokuto.

"Hey. Bo?" He looked up at you with cold eyes. "What...?"

"It's your fault. It's always you." You eyes widen at his words, your fault? You didn't know what else to say as he left.

--

When you got back to your apartment you saw Kuroo and Kenma sitting on the couch. "Y/n? What's wrong?" Kenma paused his game to look at you.

"I'm pretty sure Bo and G/n got in a huge fight and he blamed me..."

"What? Come sit." You walked over to the couch and sat between the two boys. "What did he say exactly?"

"He said it was my fault. It's always me... I don't know what that means, but I don't want them to break up because of me..."

"Stupid steps." You all got up looking confused, opening the door and seen Bokuto enter his apartment, "Slut." He walked over to y'all watching him already. "You will be very happy to know she's sleeping with that guy." You all followed him back to his apartment across the hall.

"What happened?"

"I confronted her, she didn't deny it." He looked over at me for a second before rolling his eyes.

"I... I think I'ma go to bed..."

"Hey you okay? Your cheeks are puffy?" I looked at Daichi and smiled.

"Have you been crying?" Suga walked over and cupped your cheeks.

"Someone said something and I took it to heart, I'll be fine."

"N/n."

"Leave me alone, Bokuto." You slammed his door and covered you mouth so sobs won't come out before walking into your apartment and going to your room. Once you slammed your door shut you slid down it sobbing, letting the tears out.

"N/n?" You buried your head into your arms as they knocked. "Come on let us in." You opened the door seeing Kiyoko and Yachi. "Kuroo called." They sat on the floor next to you holding you while you cried.

--

You were talking to Kiyoko about a few plays they've came up with when Bokuto walked in, "Hey, how was the talk? How did it go?"

"Well she wasn't sleeping with him." You looked down trying not to be noticed.

"Oh good."

"She is now." He slumped in a chair as Kuroo patted his shoulder.

"You okay?"

"No, she's... she is a devil woman! Y'know? I mean you think you know someone and then they turn around and sleep with their co-star. Who has rock hard abs, and giant man nipples. I hate him, I hate her. Well, I don't hate her I love her. This is all my fault really..."

"How? How is your fault?" You swore you saw him look at you for a second before answering.

"Because, I-I should've called! Y'know if I had just called her after our big, stupid fight, she never would've gone out with him, and they would've ended up in bed together. I threw her at his man nipples!"

"Honey, this is not your fault, just because you guys had a fight, it does not justify her sleeping with someone."

"Well, if-if she thought they were on a break..." You all turn and glare at Kuroo. "Not the time for a friend joke... my bad."

"I'll be back." You didn't wait for them to answer, you was out the door. You knocked and waited for an answer.

"Y/n?"

"Why?"

"Why What?"

"Why would you cheat on him, have you met him?"

"He accused me of cheating."

"SO! You weren't, he came here to apologize, just because you guys have one big fight, doesn't give you the right to go and actually did it." She made a death glare at you.

"You have no room to talk." You looked at her confused. "You're in love with him." You looked down.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. How can I compete with you."

"You don't have to. Bokuto would never go for me, even if he did like me, he's to in love with you to notice. You think I want this? To be in love with one of my best friends? To have him completely break because of you? To be blamed for all of this? No, I want to go on through my day without thinking of Bo, and be there for my friend who's girlfriend just cheated on him, but I can't. You made a huge mistake, Bokuto is funny, sweet, caring, and he'd never ever cheat on you. He's to much of a sweetheart to do that. Yes, he accused you of cheating, but it's only because he cares so much about you." She looked at you then looked down. "Now you have to live with the fact that you ruined the best person who you could ever have in your life, G/n." You walked away and back to your apartment, everyone looked at you making you stop. "She's sorry." You walked passed them and to your room.

"N/n." You stopped at your door and sighed, you heard footsteps and felt warmth cover your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, N/n." You felt a tear fall, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, pulling you into his arms. "I'm sorry." He just held you as y'all cried, "I had no right to say it was your fault. I'm so sorry for making you cry." You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugged him properly. You pulled away and walked in your room, and closed the door and sighed.

The past few days after, Bokuto has been trying to make it up to you for being a dick. You already forgiven him, but he doesn't believe you. "Bo, I'm serious, you're forgiven." He kept following you into the store with your favorite flowers in his hands.

"No, I refuse to be forgiven so soon."

"Then what's with all the gifts?"

"Bokuto?" You both turn your head to see G/n. "Y/n, hi."

"Hi."

"Um. I'm sorry, I had no right to meet up with B/n after our fight. Y/n made me realize that." You turned around to look at what you went there for letting them talk. "I'm also sorry, because the reason I did it was jealousy. And that's no excuse."

"Jealousy? Of what?"

"Bokuto. You talk about her 24/7, you wait for someone else to bring her up just to talk about her more. I can't compete with her. I'm not Y/n. I thought I was over exaggerating but then you stuck up for her... I knew you loved her. Part of me always knew it."

"I loved you."

"Maybe, but not as much as her." You sighed as G/n left, Bokuto looked at you confused.

"You okay?"

"Um... I guess? You?"

"I'm fine... is what she said true?"

"I... I keep buying you gifts not just to be forgiven, but because I realized how much I like you."

"I like you too, Bo... but I need time. I need to know this isn't you just realizing it because you were cheated on."

"It's not." He lifted your chin to look him the eye. "It's always you." You felt tears fall at those three words again. He smiled at you before kissing your head. "That's what I meant that night." You held onto his jacket as your cried in the middle of the store, not caring about the looks you were receiving.

[akakeiiji]

hii can you do headcannons for the bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, tsukki, atsumu about how their s/o was hugging her brother/cousin but they thought she was cheating on them 😂

— When they think you were cheating on them when you were with your cousin

↳ includes — Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei, Atsumu Miya

— Bokuto Koutarou

When he first spotted you out in public he began running towards you at full speed with the widest smile on his face but said smile immediately disappeared when he saw you rush into the arms of some stranger. He will literally go from sprinting to frozen solid in 0.2 seconds and just stand there staring at you in shock. After a few seconds of struggling to internalize his feelings he just immediately deflates and falls into his emo mode. He won't approach the two of you, instead, he'd slump over somewhere far away from you and once he's alone he'll call you on the phone. "Who were you with earlier?" please, you could practically hear the pout on his face through the phone but once you explained everything to him he would switch up so quickly, "Oh why didn't tell me sooner that he was coming to town?! Gosh, I was so worried for nothing, do you think you can introduce me to him?"

— Akaashi Keiji

He will just freeze, standing there staring at you embracing this unknown man with a dumbstruck expression on his face. That very dumbstruck look will only show on his face for 0.5 seconds before he quickly puts on a blank expression. He won't be that bothered, jk that's a lie; he won't seem that bothered on the outside but his pretty little head is going haywire, dozens of thoughts just racing through his mind. Who was that guy? A lover? No, you would never cheat—but you two looked so close? Was he not good enough? Anyway, he'll go about his day as normal as he can but his thoughts would never stop pestering him till you two finally see each other that evening. He will ask about it, not wanting to prolong his silent suffering and he would literally be so relieved when you told him about your cousin, you could literally see his shoulders relax as he let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand against his chest. When you ask why he would get so flustered and immediately say sorry to you even though he didn't do anything which would just leave you confused

— Kuroo Tetsurou

This bitch?? He will immediately drop everything and come marching over to you. As he approaches you and this stranger who dares stand so close to you he will internally be trying to muster up as much "scary" energy he could to intimidate him, in other words, he was channeling his inner Yaku. Then he'll just pop up behind you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and be like "And who is this?" in the most casual tone he could let out as he stared your cousin down but you already saw through him and knew what was going on in his head and when you reply "My cousin, you know, the one I told you about before," with a deadpan expression, he immediately deflates, eyes wide with shock and mingled shame. His demeanor immediately does a complete 180, from his tragic attempt at being the "cool, aloof, and intimidating" boyfriend he reverts to a bashful ball of nerves who keeps bowing as he speaks to your cousin ("I was just trying to make a good impression okay?")

— Tsukishima Kei

MAN WILL JUST WALK OUT AND NOT LOOK BACK ISTG, he won't even try to approach you two or say anything, he'll just pack his things and go. Like Akaashi he wouldn't seem that bothered but he will visibly be more irritated and douchy bc he is currently sulking and drowning in repressed emotions. He'd probably have his headphones the whole time as he tries to continue on with his day like normal and he hates confrontation so he'd probably avoid you as well. Anyway, ofc you'd seek him out, super confused as to why he was so upset at you and once you pester him enough he'd crack and just spit it out causing you to break out into laughter, pls he is so confused. Once you explain everything to him for the first time he won't have anything snarky to say about the situation because he is just so embarrassed

— Atsumu Miya

Dear lord, this man will just immediately rush towards you two, eyes boring holes at the back of your cousin's head as he pulled you into his arms, he had no hesitation, no plan, no thoughts, he'll just suddenly butt in between you and the man, pushing you two apart as he glares at your poor, confused cousin."What the hell do you think you're doing with my s/o?" Your cousin would be scared shitless and who wouldn't be if someone's seemingly deranged boyfriend just began verbally harassing you? and you were just shocked af. Once you pull Atsumu away and break the news to him all seriousness and anger would drain from him in 0.2 seconds and be replaced with unadulterated shame and embarrassment. He'd turn bright red and speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish from shock. He'd apologize to your cousin, face still red, and just walk away without another word back to his twin who watched everything go down from afar with a shit-eating grin on his face. He would be in a mental coma for a good week after that and every so often the memory would intrusively pop up in his head which always results in him banging his head against the nearest wall

[heyaeolus]

Control Freak Tendencies

With: Bokuto Genre: angst to fluff Warnings: bokuto is unconsciously manipulative in this WC: 1.2k

You’ve got a nice ball of energy for a boyfriend and it’s everything that’s been making you sleep nicer at night

He is also someone who is especially adept with emotions so he knows when something is off with you. He sends you hugs and showers you with lots of kisses. But of course, life is not a fairy tale and Bokuto comes with his own imperfections.

Being sensitive with emotions also brings him knowledge on how to use them best

It wasn’t intentional but he unconsciously manipulates you into doing things he wants. When you realized it, there was nothing but a rotten feeling growing in your chest.

The warm sun against your face was the first thing you felt as your senses awakened on a lazy Sunday morning. The second thing was the heavy arm against your stomach restraining your breathing. You looked to your right and found your boyfriend still deep in slumber. It was a nice view to see everyday.

But as much as you wanted to stay, you promised your friends lunch today so you slowly crept out of bed. Knowing your boyfriend, you know waking him up is the least of your concerns since he sleeps like a bear in hibernation. You dashed to the bathroom and got ready to go.

Just when you were about to finish your shower, a gentle series of knocks disturbed the silence in the bathroom. “Baby?” you hear Koutarou’s raspy morning voice seep through the door. You grabbed your robe and hastily wrapped it around you, “Yes, baby?” Your half-awake boyfriend stood before the door, head covered under the blanket he is still clutching. Upon seeing you freshly showered, he rubbed his eyes, “Going somewhere?”

You nodded, walking past him and got to the closet, yanking pieces of clothing out. “Can I go with you?” he asks. You frown, “It’s a lunch with the girls, baby.”

“Can’t I go?” his eyes turn glassy as he pouts behind you, towering your small stature. This is exactly what you were wary of, his clinginess.

“Baby, you know the girls don’t like it when a partner comes in at our lunch dates,” you sigh.

“But it’s lonely here without you,” he reasons, almost breaking your walls. But this lunch is something you’ve promised with your friends that you wouldn’t miss unless you are on the brink of death, that is. And it’s something that keeps you, you.

You face your boyfriend, hands coming up to cradle his face. He instantly slouches to feel your warmth better. “Baby,” you start, “This is one thing I can’t skip so please behave, okay? I’ll just get you a treat once I’m back.”

He sniffs, tears starting to break out, “But you can always attend your next lunch dates! Would you rather me be lonely?”

You huff, now angry. Here he goes again, using emotions to battle everything with you. He somehow always manages to guilt-trip you over small things you wanted to do for yourself and it’s taking a toll on you. He follows you when you go to the bathroom to get dressed but you slammed the door to his face.

“Are you angry now?” he sobs behind the door.

You don’t answer him because you can’t take his possessive antics. You ignored his ramblings, drowning him with the sound of music from your phone. By the time you were done, you dashed to the door out with Koutarou trailing behind you, calling out your name.

“Come on now, baby. Listen to me,” he says and you halt, turning to him with a glare.

“You can’t lock me up in here just because it makes you lonely, ‘Tarou! I’m also a person with a life aside from the one I live with you so I’m going whether you like it or not!” you storm out, making sure the door closes with a loud bang behind you. You didn’t spare him a glance because you know it will also hurt to see him so dejected but that habit of his has to go.

And now here you are, headed home with a heavy feeling in your gut. All throughout the lunch date, you were bugged by the confrontation you had with Bokuto. And it did not help when everyone talked about each other’s relationship. You didn’t open up the fight, you don’t want to dampen the lighthearted atmosphere. You kept it all in until the very moment you had to enter your apartment to be welcomed by an eerily still home.

Not even the television was on, and you have a gut feeling your boyfriend is not home either. Your heart skipped a beat, anxiety creeping up in your veins. You called out his name to make sure but there were no responses. A lot of negative thoughts were running through your mind as you scampered to the bedroom, to the bathroom, to every nook and canny in your house just to make sure Koutarou isn’t hiding there, depressed. But your big buff boyfriend is nowhere to be found.

You pulled out your phone to dial his number when the door opened, revealing none other than Koutarou. He stood there – dumbfounded.

“It’s only two,” he murmurs as if he had been found out. Well, you think he is at least, as you take in the box he before him, roses peeking out of it. You have an inkling of what he plans to do with them.

“Yeah, two,” your voice was shaking when you spoke. Chest heaving up and down as you stop yourself from breaking down. You were so close to weeping your heart out in the thoughts of your boyfriend leaving but now that he is here, you don’t know how to approach him. Are you supposed to be mad again? But your heart says it needs a warm, tight hug from him.

Bokuto deflates before you – emo mode. His eyes were on the ground as he mumbles, “I’m sorry I messed up I didn’t mean to be so clingy, annoying, and possessive, and I don’t want you missing out on events because you don’t ever do that to me. And I know how important your friends are to you – ”

“Tarou,” you attempt to stop him but he completely ignores you, lost in his trance.

“ – and it doesn’t help that I could get so childish sometimes. And I know I can get so annoying and unbearable and I’m lucky to have you and I don’t know – ”

“Koutarou, stop!” you lunge at him, throwing your arms around his neck, clinging ever so tightly.

“Don’t do that again,” you say against his neck. You feel his arms creeping around your waist, the box on the floor long forgotten. “It also pains me to think I’ll have to leave you.”

“I know baby,” he kisses your cheek, “Why were you early though? I was supposed to throw rose petals everywhere! The plan is now wasted.” He groans loudly as he carries you to the living room, settling on the couch with you on his lap.

“I’m here to stop you so I don’t have to clean your mess.” You answer, booping his nose with your index finger.

He gasps dramatically, hand slapping his mouth, “Babe it was a surprise, you know. That hurts.”

You just laugh at him before you were silenced by a sweet kiss from him, “That was actually one of the five boxes. Can you help me pick them up from the car?”

craving for angst to fluff stuff he he he i'm actually planning to make this one into a series so yeah tell me who you want to see next! requests are also always open :>

and yes, i’m trying to be more *active*

[bakugohoex]

Babe please do my baby daddy iwa-chan for #6. I beg you.

“you ran in the rain to tell me that”

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x female reader

cw: flashbacks in italics, language, drinking, kissing and fluff

word count: 2800+

a/n: head emoty thinking about hajime iwaizumi 27 athletic trainer, i love my baby iwa so much, he deserves the world

summary: in which after having dinner with the national team he finds himself being confronted on his crush of you, being pushed to go to your apartment, he finds himself at your apartment, leaving a trail of rain in his way

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It was just supposed to be a couple drinks and food at Onigiri Miya, Atsumu had invited the whole team after practice, which happened to include their trainer as well. Of course some had declined needing to get back home for their own personal reasons and some had accepted wanting to let loose after a long training session. 

Iwaizumi had found himself three glasses of sake, taking his fourth as Hinata and Atsumu pushed more of it onto him. He didn't know how the conversation of you came up but somehow everybody had begun talking about you and their trainer's crush. “Come on man, we can all see it, you have a thing for our promoter.” Atsumu snickered as Suna nodded in agreement. 

“Guys, I really don't. She's just a nice girl y’know.” Iwaizumi tried to justify himself but the deep blush that embedded his skin made it evident that he clearly did have a small crush on you. 

“A nice girl, that’s bullshit Iwaizumi, we all see the way you look at her.” Bokuto shouted from the other end, Osamu was almost glad it was after hours as the conversations he was hearing would drive away customers in a matter of seconds. 

“You do look at her as if she is the only one in the room.” Even the stoic Ushijima had acknowledged it, speaking out on it before going back to talking to Kageyama. 

Atsumu nodded pushing Iwaizumi in the shoulder to show how everybody did agree that Iwaizumi had a crush. “Even since your first meeting we all could see it.” Hinata spoke, grabbing some onigiri and stuffing it in his mouth, rice surrounding his lips. 

“What? No.” Iwaizumi could barely speak but the memory surveyed through his head like it had just occurred yesterday. 

He had been running late, his alarm had conveniently been snoozed through and now he was running late to train members of Japan's national team. Of course all he had to do was set them up for their day and their schedule and then individually begin helping them. But Kuroo had spoken about how he and his colleague were coming to talk to the team about how to gain more awareness of volleyball.

Iwaizumi ran through the doors of the facility, he saw Kuroo stand tall in his suit with a woman beside him. You wore trousers that went straight down and a white blouse, you were talking to Kuroo as you both had been looking around to get a feel of the area. “Kuroo.” Iwaizumi spoke just for the man to hear, Kuroo turned to face him, you hadn't realised still looking at the facility before finally meeting the eyes of Iwaizumi. 

Iwaizumi didn’t know what got into him, but he had been in awe at seeing you. How perfect you looked in your work clothes, that bright smile you had as you said your name which he hadn’t even heard and how your hand was right in front of him. “Iwaizumi.” Kuroo chuckled toilingly. 

He hadn’t realised the arrival of the team who stood behind him watching how he had frozen up. The normal calm and collected trainer who always pushed them to their limits had fallen way to a pretty girl. “So..sorry nice to meet you.” He couldn’t remember if you had even said your name or if it had been in his head. But from the way you smiled back to ease the situation, he assumed you had. 

Your hand felt warm against his own, he could see an ink stain on the side of your ring finger, you had probably pushed your pen too hard onto the paper making it leak onto your fingers. He didn't care, it instead made him think how you must like indenting the page when writing which too him had become the greatest thing in the world. 

The handshake had continued, he hadn't bothered letting go, instead continuing to shake your hand. Kuroo gave a signal to the team to tell their trainer to stop staring at his co-worker but you didn't seem to mind him. The big scary athletic trainer that Kuroo had told you about seemed like a lost puppy in a matter of seconds. 

“It was nice to meet you.” You finally say, he liked how your voice sounded, the way his heart beat faster from hearing you speak such formal terms. He instantly let go of your hand rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. 

He hadn't heard the team but the sound of laughter erupting in the facility made him realise how they had all seen his little show. He turned around in anger through his face, you could almost see the vein pop out from his forehead, “outside now.” He shouted, making them all quieten down. 

“Aww Iwaizumi calm down, we’re…” Atsumu leant against Hinata still trying to hide his laugh. 

Iwaizumi interrupted raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms, “you’re doing extra laps.” 

“You were a total mess in front of her and it’s not like you only did it once, or do we have to remind you about Aran’s birthday incident.” Suna spoke as the sound of hearing Aran’s birthday had made everybody whip their heads in embarrassment. They almost seemed to cringe at the effortless flirting the two of you had gone through the entire night. 

“I can’t let a pretty girl be on her own all night.” Iwaizumi leant against the bar, calling for another round of drinks. Suna and Aran were at the bar as well and had been listening in on the two of you, you seemed to be enjoying the remarks having stuck by their athletic trainer the whole night. 

“They really are blind.” Aran huffed taking a long sip of his drink as both of them carried on listening. 

Your hand had rested on his bicep, you could almost feel the tenseness of his muscles as if he was showing them off to you. “And I thought you did this for all the girls.” 

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Iwaizumi let your hand stay lingering on him, passing you your drink as he watched you sip it with your other hand. “I can’t let people know I’m actually nice.”

“What? You, nice? I’ve seen you with the team, remember I know the real you.” You seemed to have gotten closer to him, the gap between the two of you closing. You stayed seated on the stool as Iwaizumi had almost shuffled towards you. 

“So what’s the real me then?” He took another sip of his drink as Kageyama had come up to the two other boys, ready for another drink. 

“What are…” Suna shut Kageyama up, instead pointing to the flirtations between the two of you. 

You chuckled slightly, taking a sip from your straw as you moved closer, pushing your body right onto his as your mouth went to his ear. Iwaizumi could almost feel your chest heave against his own, your fingers had moved to his neck to make it easier for you to speak. “The sexy athletic trainer I tell my friends about, of course.” 

Iwaizumi almost spat out his drink at your remark, had you really told your friends about him. What had you even said that he was just sexy, was that it? He saw how your mouth lingered across his ear before the sound of your phone going off made you leave him. He watched you speak turning around to meet the three boys. 

“What?” He muttered to them, his shirt unbuttoned from when he had told you he had gotten warm and you had so kindly offered to unbutton his first three buttons.

Suna laughed at the idiocracy as Aran rolled his eyes at the two of you, Kageyama the only one to speak, “god you two should just get a room.” 

Before Iwaizumi could reply you had begun talking again to him, you two both stayed together the remainder of the night. But worst of all, every single person at the birthday party had heard you both flirt with each other without establishing if either of you liked one another. It had been torture for the team to have witnessed and everybody had refused to talk about Aran’s birthday. 

“Listen, we’re telling you all of this so you can ask her out, we want you both to be happy.” Yaku piped up as the voice of reason. 

Osamu had brought some more food before sitting beside Sakusa and delving into the conversation as well, “wait are we talking about Y/n and Iwaizumi, because you lot haven’t even heard about the time both of them conveniently came here for lunch.”

“They did what?” Komori spoke with food in his mouth, Sakusa having an evident gaze of disgust before glaring at the boy to close his mouth, Iwaizumi watched the boy chew and swallow before talking again, “you both went on a date without telling us.”

“It wasn't a date, we just happened to meet outside and decided to go have lunch on our breaks.” Iwaizumi justified taking another sip of sake, maybe it wasn't good to be drinking this much. But the continuous confrontation by his friends seemed to bring him on edge, of course he liked you, it was obvious he did. He didn't know why he had not confessed though, why he hadn’t told you straight up. You had to like him back through all the flirting, you couldn't just be stringing him along, could you?

“It most certainly was a date.” Osamu snickered, taking a bite of his own food. “God and I thought you two were already dating, why don’t you just ask her out already. ”Osamu began explaining the events of the ‘date’ until he got to when you both had to pay. 

“It was really nice to see you both again, you two make such a cute couple.” Osamu spoke, handing the receipt to you both. 

“Oh we’re not dating.” You spoke almost sadly; Osamu had noticed but Iwaizumi’s eyes had gone down instead. 

You looked between the two boys, as Osamu gave an O symbol with his mouth, “sorry, I just assumed, you both look like the couples that come in here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned wanting to know what couples looked like. 

Osamu didn’t want to divulge into too much detail, but he did nonetheless, “y’know, when a couple just looks at one another like they’re the only ones in the room, like no one else matters, hell my server had to call you both twice to ask if you were ready to order. You both just seemed so happy together, with no awkwardness, love is really what I saw between the two of you.” 

You gave a chuckle to soften the awkwardness, “ugh, okay, it was nice to see you again.” You moved past the remark, were you both really like that with each other. Iwaizumi had been thinking the same, were you two really looking at each other, with love. Even then he remembered the doubts in his head, maybe you were just being overly friendly and that's how you acted with everybody. 

“What if she doesn’t actually like me? Then what? I’ll be fucking embarrassed.” Iwaizumi rubbed his eyes tiredly, the sound of slow pitters against the window as rain began to wash into the city. 

Hinata spoke up tilting his head at the man, “so what? It’s better to tell her before someone else asks her out.”

“B…” Before Iwaizumi could continue Bokuto shut him up again. 

“If you don’t go tell her how you feel right now, I’m setting her up on a blind date with Akaashi.” Bokuto was blackmailing the man as he almost laughed at how Iwaizumi’s eyes widened. 

“Why Akaashi?” Kageyama questioned. 

Bokuto shrugged, “they both look similar.” Kageyama went to see Iwaizumi, pulling his phone out which had a photo of Akaashi and him before putting the photo beside Iwaizumi’s head. 

“They really do.” Kageyama chuckled as even Ushijima had noticed the similarities, pointing them out. At the sound of the three of them, Iwaizumi felt jealous and angry, you wouldn't leave him, would you?

“What’s it going to be then?” Bokuto leaned against the table, grabbing some more onigiri as he looked at Iwaizumi. 

Iwaizumi didn’t even speak, instead grabbing his jacket and running out of the door. “Where the fuck is he going in the rain?” Suna laughed seeing how it was chucking it down and he had run without taking his car. 

“Y/n’s apartments only a couple blocks away, he’ll be fine, right?” Aran questioned Atsumu who just shrugged in reply. 

Bokuto laughed at how easily it had been to trick the boy into confessing. He knew you'd never get together with Akaashi, you had even told the spiky haired boy of your crush on their trainer. How you’d sometimes come and watch them train just to see Iwaizumi, he had to hand it to you, you were good at hiding your feelings. 

Iwaizumi felt the rain across his skin, it felt like heavy stones across his face. Water dripped onto his hair and down his skin tight shirt, he had let his jacket stay in his hands instead of wearing it. Letting it soak up the rain as well, he ran past the corner of the street knowing exactly where your apartment was. 

He had dropped you off a couple times, you’d always give him the same kiss on the cheek before leaving. You had told him the number and how to get up if he ever needed anything which seemed to relieve him knowing that he could spend the time alone thinking about what he was about to say to you. 

Rain continued to pour through the clouds, you stayed sitting in your apartment, having received the text from Bokuto asking if you wanted to come out with them for dinner but being too tired. You stayed snuggled up in the warmth of your living room, eyes skimming onto the text messages between you and Iwaizumi, he hadn’t replied to you yet. Assuming he was too preoccupied with dinner and other stuff, you continued to watch the pitter patter of the rain scorch against the glass. 

Iwaizumi rounded into the complex, going through the gate with the keycode you had told him and into the building. Rain fell onto the floor of the entrance as he looked an entire mess, he stepped into the elevator leaving a puddle in his way. One of the people who lived here looked at him up and down as they could see the tense look of a man who looked like he was able to beat the shit out of someone. 

Iwaizumi had no idea what he was going to say to you, how he was even going to explain everything. But the sound of the door clicking and the number 4 on a plaque, he felt out of breath needing some air before hesitantly walking towards the door. Water dripping onto the carpet, he looked at the door, how you were right behind it. Someone he loved was behind it. 

He knocked giving a soft tap, as he heard a coming being shouted, you hadn't expected guests but as you opened the door you were met with a wet Iwaizumi. His hair sticking in all directions from the rain and wind, his tight shirt clinging onto every muscle. Your knees felt weak at his state, how truly attractive he was to you. “Oh hey Iwaizumi, what are you doing here?” 

Iwaizumi disregarded your words and instead moved closer towards you, wet hand moving to your face. “Haj…”

He interrupted you by continuing to move his face closer, “I love you.” Is all he said, he waited to hear a reply but instead felt your lips smash against his own. Your hands moving into his damp hair as he felt pushed against you, tongue gliding into your mouth as you finally gave him the long-awaited kiss. He felt the passion and love it was filled with, the way his tongue was able to move so freely in your mouth, the moans coming from your own. 

His other hand moved to your waist to bring you closer to his own, wanting to feel every indent of you on his wet skin. He didn't care if he got ill afterwards just wanting to stay by your side instead. When you finally retracted his hand still cupping your face, he looked at you softly, “I love you.” He repeated with no hesitation, he wanted to hear those same words come from you. 

“You ran in the rain to tell me that.” You whispered, looking right into his eyes as your lips barely skimmed his own, “I love you too. 

Iwaizumi felt his arms wrap around your body; he head on the crook of your neck as he had finally gotten everything he wanted. “Come on, take a shower so you don't get sick.” You were so calm and patient hand in his hair as his arms squeezed tightly around you with love and hope for the future.

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Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 002. a mother’s nightmare

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

↩ the unexpected | a mother’s nightmare | no other choice  ↪

However, as the door swung open, he hadn't expected the person standing before him. His eyes widen slightly as he feels his shoulders grow tense at the abrupt appearance. "What are you doing here in Kanagawa?"

"Aw," the person before him chuckles, a soft grin playing on his lips as he steps back to pull the door wider, "I miss you too, brother."

Osamu rolls his eyes as he steps inside, "No, seriously. What are you doing here?"

"I can't believe you're here," 

You raise an eyebrow as you took a seat across from him, the soft chatter and calming music in the cafe flowed through the atmosphere, "Well, you said you wanted to catch up."

"Well, yeah..." He trails off sheepishly, "I just really hadn't expected it. Our last meeting only made it seem you were avoiding such conversation."

"You're right. I was, I kind of still am." You answer truthfully, "You have my friend to thank. Something about facing my demons one by one. It has been six years." 

He nods, a small smile on his lips as he spoke. "I suppose I should thank your friend then. Why don't we order something before anything else?"

Osamu stares sadly at the recent text you had sent to him, declining his offer to meet up once again, claiming that you were busy throughout the following week. He didn't want to doubt or push you, it didn't seem like you were pushing him away or anything either, but he still wanted to spend time with you. Only because the last time the two of you had met to catch up with each other, something was bothering him. He didn't know what, but the conversation the two of you shared in the cafe seemed as if you were being cautious with the information you shared. He couldn't blame you. It was going to take awhile before you could open up to him.

He enters the apartment complex that he was directed to by the address given to him, not bothering to scan his surroundings. He didn't know why he was here in the first place. Well, it wasn't as if he had anything better to do in the meantime anyway with his shop still under construction. He had officially made the decision to open his business up in the heart of Kanagawa just weeks ago, he wasn't going to admit it to anyone, but his encounter with you had prompted such a decision. Hence, he had been quite busy himself.

Stepping out of the elevator, he walks down the path towards his destination, stopping at a door with a golden plate with the numbers '210' engraved on it simply, nailed to its wooden structure. He brings a hand up and presses his knuckles against the wooden door before knocking on it gently at least three times to signal the owner of his arrival.

However, as the door swung open, he hadn't expected the person standing before him. His eyes widen slightly as he feels his shoulders grow tense at the abrupt appearance. "What are you doing here in Kanagawa?" 

"Aw," the person before him chuckles, a soft grin playing on his lips as he steps back to pull the door wider, "I miss you too, brother."

Osamu rolls his eyes as he steps inside, "No, seriously. What are you doing here?" 

Atsumu closes the door behind him before following his brother into the vast apartment, Bokuto coming into their line of sight who was sprawled comfortably on one of the couches in the living room, eyes focused on the show being projected from the flat screen television across the room, "We're using the Sports Complex here for our training the next couple of months, I figured it would be better for me to stay here instead of going back and forth between Hyōgo and here, plus coach's apartment is closer to the complex anyway." 

"And you didn't bother to share this information before you invited me over?" Osamu questions Bokuto directly who waves him off with a laugh as he says, "He said he wanted it to be a surprise." 

Osamu lets out a grunt of displeasure at Bokuto's response before plopping himself down next to him, his brows arched in curiosity as he looks around, "And what about the squirt and Sakusa? Will they be staying here with you guys? This place looks pretty big."

"Shoyo's coming over tomorrow," Bokuto shrugs his shoulders, picking up a piece of chip with his fingers from the bag of potato chips in his grasp, "Oomi on the other hand refuses to stay with us because of Atsumu's ‘unhygienic habits’, so he had decided to book a hotel room a few blocks from here." 

Atsumu huffs, running his fingers through his hair as he juts his lower lip into a pout, "I'm clean!" 

"Sakusa probably detest the fact you leave your dirty clothes everywhere," Osamu lets out a laugh, "So how've you been, Bo? I know you've been here the last couple of weeks."

Atsumu huffs, "I'm pretty upset you hadn't met with Bo when I told you, we would have met sooner." 

"I've been busy," Osamu shrugs before he snaps his full attention on his brother at the realization of what his twin was implying, "Wait, you've been here since then?"

"Yeah I have," Atsumu snorts, "Been staying over here with Bokuto, doing some extra training. He actually introduced me to these amazing kids! Reminds me of us, 'Samu when we were younger."

His brother tilts his head to the side, "Kids? You? That's cool, I guess. How do you guys have time to train some little kids while you have your own training?" 

Bokuto nods, "I mean it can be like extra training. I wouldn't want to disappoint them, really. Apparently, I'm the Great Uncle Bo who's the best in volleyball."

Atsumu watches his teammate plaster on a little grin and he couldn't help but let his own smile form at his friend's enthusiasm. "Well, it's only because you bribe them with food. Little Hiro is slowly warming up to me, just you wait, he'll adore me more." He teases.

Bokuto only rolls his eyes at him before glancing over to the wall clock nailed above the television, his eyes widening before scampering around the apartment to grab the things he needed, silently beating himself up for forgetting as the other two watched with amused curiosity. "I'll see you guys later!" 

The twins could only watch their friend move frantically around the room, "Why are you in such a hurry?" 

"I forgot I'm picking up the kids today for training." He huffs, a soft grumble leaving his lips after, "I'll see you guys later." 

"Oi! I should join you picking them up then! Why would Shizuma even ask you?" Atsumu protests, stalking after Bokuto, "This isn't fair. You just want to continue being the favorite uncle." 

Before Atsumu could tackle Bokuto to the ground to stop him, he slams the front door shut right in Atsumu's face. Osamu chuckles at the sight, "Who would have thought you would like kids? What's so important that you have to get those kids to like you anyway?" 

Atsumu walks back into the living room with a pout, "They told me Bo was cooler! It isn't fair, I've been so much cooler to them than he has." 

"Seriously, are my ears deceiving me or are you implying that these kids were enough to crush your pride?" Osamu teases, a small grin playing on his lips. "But really, tell me the truth. I know you. Why are you staying in Kanagawa?" He watches Atsumu shrug, keeping his gaze away from his, "Ah, let me guess? Yumi then? You're avoiding her?" 

Atsumu lets out a groan, "Lately she's been just so clingy and suffocating. It's not like we made things official or anything. I told her myself that I wasn't interested in that kind of relationship."

"I told you not to get involved with her," he chastised, "A few of my friends said she was toxic and yet what did you do?" 

Atsumu can only scoff, "Whatever, she'll go away eventually."

The two brothers continued to converse with each other as if they haven't seen the other in months when it had only been a few weeks since Osamu ventured to Kanagawa for his business scouting purposes. Eventually, Atsumu claimed it was probably time for him to head over to the Sports Complex since Bokuto was probably on the way from picking up the kids he shared to Osamu that he had grown fond of. 

Osamu watches his brother head towards the front door with his gym bag, a million thoughts swimming through his head. You. Should he come clean to Atsumu about reconnecting with you? 

He wasn't dumb, he knew how his brother had come to the conclusion of his true feelings for you ever since you decided to disappear, not that his brother would admit it to anyone, he did know his brother better, probably knew of it before his idiot brother came to realize. He knew what his brother felt since you disappeared. Anger. Regret. He knows that once you had disappeared that his brother had been beating himself up but at the same time he had learned to resent you for leaving him behind, not that Osamu would tell his brother off that if he were to be angry with anyone, it should be at himself for being so blind to your feelings for him. He didn't want to pour more salt to freshly exposed wounds at the time.

Despite you walking out on his brother had caused a drastic change in how Atsumu lived his life, he knows that somehow, deep down, Atsumu will always hold you dear to his heart, not that he would also admit to such, only spewing his distaste for you ever since you had left. He knew otherwise. Of course, a part of him wants to come clean to his brother, but a part of him also wanted to earn your trust first. He remembers how as much as the two of you shared memories created the past six years, you had avoided any formed conversation regarding his twin brother. He was torn.

"Hey 'Tsumu," Osamu calls out just as his brother was about to leave the apartment. Atsumu glances over his shoulders to look at his brother in curiosity. Osamu sighs with a shake of his head, "Ah..."

The last two weeks felt emotional, yet weird for you. The twins started their training with their new favorite Uncle Bokuto, as they so put it much to Asuma and Reiji's dismay. You, as much as the rest of your friends, including Bokuto, were just as shocked when the twins had started calling him 'the great Uncle Bo', of course, you were quick to protest to the twins that Bokuto probably didn't want them to call him such, but with a grinning Bokuto, he quickly claims he didn't mind, repeating the name the twins call him as if it were a term of endearment. You had questioned the twins what had brought on the idea of calling Bokuto their 'great Uncle Bo' and Hiro simply responded with a "because Uncles are cool and he's the coolest so far!". Needless to say, since then, a competition for the Best Uncle title between Uncles had commenced.

The past two weeks since their training had started, the twins seemed to wake up earlier than usual, it was as if they had more energy than they usually had, often barging into your room to wake you up and pestered you to make breakfast before their Uncle Shizuma, who had volunteered to join their training to watch over them, picks them up half an hour early for their training with Uncle Bo and his friend who Bokuto promises to introduce once everyone's schedules were flexible.

However, as the holiday season for Galaxy Standard was fast approaching its end, you were far too busy to accompany their training sessions or even agree to a get together with any of the boys. Luckily, you had an assistant manager to help you around. It was finally a brand new season for the boys to go on tour, and setting up everything was a handful. You barely had any time for yourself.

Before your busy schedule had taken over your life, you were able to reconnect with Osamu at least once like Asuma had suggested. It was a brief meeting, but you enjoyed yourself nevertheless. Of course, you still refused to come clean over your little secret, you just figured it wasn't the right time nor was it something that should be discussed since it was the first time reconnecting with Osamu. Somehow, it wasn't the time to do so with your busy schedule, you were exhausted enough taking care of little pranksters that you call sons, that the drama that might ensue from a bomb confession like that would probably be the cause of your downfall. Dramatic as it sounds, you couldn't afford being mentally exhausted during the hectic upcoming weeks. 

You were grateful that Osamu kept his distance respectfully, not pestering you to be in his company, no matter how eager he had seemed. The two of you texted back and forth, him wanting to set up another arrangement to meet, while you—declining, well you were busy, it wasn't as if you were avoiding him, it was the truth. 

"Uncle Shizuma is taking too long!" Atsuhiko whines from the living room, staring at the front door with a pout, his arms folded across his chest, "Uncle Bo is waiting for us!" 

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle not being used to the twins addressing Bokuto, whom they had just met recently, as their Uncle, as you placed your work tablet on the coffee table, plopping yourself down on the couch that Atsuhiro occupied reading his little storybook about dinosaurs. Your arms instantly wrap around the little boy's body, pulling him closer to you. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, receiving a giggle from his lips as he protests, trying to pry himself out of your grasp. "What? You don't like mommy's cuddles anymore? Are you a big boy now?" 

"No mommy," he shakes his head as he puts the storybook away, only to wrap his short arms around your neck to hug you closer, "I love mommy's cuddles even when I get big. Just tickles." 

The doorbell echoes throughout the room and before you could muster any form of response, Atsuhiko jumps from the couch claiming that he'll answer it. You could only protest with a yell, extracting your arms away from Atsuhiro to follow him in case it was a stranger. 

"Atsuhik—" 

"Uncle Bo! You're here!"

You halt in your footsteps as you blink a couple of times, wondering if you were hallucinating. Why was he here? How did he even know where you lived? 

"Uncle Bo!" Atsuhiro cries out, jumping out of his seat and rushing over after slinging one of the straps of his backpack on his shoulder, his other hand gripping onto his brother's own backpack to hand it over. You were confused at Bokuto's presence, however, your boys showed no sign of surprise but more on the side of excitement, practically giddy that their Uncle Bo had picked them up for training this time. 

Bokuto seemed to sense your confusion and gave you a sheepish smile, "I'm assuming Shizuma didn't inform you. Ah—anyway, he had plans today and said I should pick up the boys instead and take them to training, so he gave me your address. I'm sorry, it didn't cross my mind to contact you first. Is this okay? If not, we can cance—" 

You listen as the man rambles on, the boys waiting (Atsuhiko in particular) impatiently by the door, tugging on Bokuto's hands to grab the man's attention. You cut Bokuto's rambling with a wave of your hand, shooting him an appreciative smile, "No, Bo. It's okay. I'm sure the boys would be upset if you had to cancel training. I trust you enough," you trail off before teasing him with a grin, "You are after all, the great Uncle Bo." 

Your teasing sends warmth to the tips of his ears but he couldn't help but let his mouth widen up to a smile, "I suppose I am. I'll bring them back in one piece, promise." 

"You better!" You let out a laugh, ruffling the hair of your twin boys before bending down to press kisses on their respective foreheads, "Be good to your Uncle Bo, okay? Don't be too hard on him. Have fun!"

They nod their heads and left without another word, you watch them walk away with a smile on your face as they begin chattering with their, just as energetic, Uncle Bo. A part of you was bothered at the fact that your two boys didn't even bother to look back like they used to but, however, that quickly faded when the twins turned around once they neared the apartment complex's elevator, waving at you simultaneously, each yelling out how they will miss you and it instantly warms your heart. They were indeed growing up.

While you returned inside your apartment to continue with preparations for Galaxy Standard's upcoming tour, the trio left the apartment complex and got in Bokuto's car, the man making sure to secure the twins comfortably in the backseat. Hiko whined, practically begging Bokuto to let him sit in front like the big boy that he was, unfortunately, his pleas had fallen on deaf ears as Bokuto drove off. 

As the trio traveled, there wasn't any dull moment within the confinements of the four wheeled vehicle, not even a moment of silence with the twins rambling on about their favorite things to do and adventures they went on, while Bokuto, equally excited to share his own stories.

"Hey Uncle Bo?" Hiko calls out, stopping Bokuto from his own rambling about how he was during his own childhood years. He hums in response as he briefly glances at the rear-view mirror to acknowledge the little boy. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Bokuto eyes widens at the question, spluttering incoherent sentences that made the twins look at him weirdly. He grips onto the steering wheel as he lets out an awkward chuckle, "Why are you asking?"

Hiro shakes his head at his brother, playfully smacking him on the head which causes Hiko to flinch and yelp out, rubbing his head with his palm to soothe the brief pain. "I just wanna know if Uncle Bo has a girlfriend!"

The man chuckles, keeping his eyes on the road as his grip on the steering wheel loosens up a bit, "Nah, no girl."

"Oh good," Hiko starts, a small mischievous smile forming on his lips, "Will you date our mommy then? She needs a boyfriend, you know."

Once again, Bokuto returns to his sputtering state while Hiro lets out a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms against his chest as he gives his twin a look. "I'm telling mommy." 

"You want me to da—date your m—mom?" Bokuto stutters, bewildered. 

Hiko ignores his brother's glares and shrugs his shoulders, "It was Uncle Rei's idea! Mommy was yelling at him the other day and after mommy pinched Uncle Rei's ear, I heard him grumble how mommy needs to ‘loosen up’ and get a boyfriend!"

Bokuto lets out a laugh in amusement, "Well, why not ask your Uncle Rei to date your mom then? Or Uncle Shizuma."

"Uncle Shizuma has a girlfriend," Hiro claims.

Hiko adds, "Uncle Rei said mommy might end up killing him."

Bokuto chuckles, "then, why me?"

Hiko looks at him weirdly, "What do you mean? You're cool!"

"Do you not want mommy as your girlfriend?" Hiro asks, folding his arms across his chest as if to judge his supposed favorite Uncle, the little boy waiting for the correct answer or else he would have to decide that he would no longer call this man his favorite uncle like he had claimed, "She's very pretty. Do you not think she's pretty?"

"I—"

Hiko interrupts Bokuto with a loud huff, "You better think mommy's pretty or else I'm telling Uncle Asuma on you!"

Bokuto lets out a sigh, feeling warmth spread in his cheeks. He didn't know why, despite them being kids, the conversation itself was embarrassing enough, he wonders if the boys would end up telling you the conversation, or worse, Asuma or Reiji, the teasing would be endless. However, not wanting to upset them both, who are looking extremely impatient and upset waiting, he answers, "Yes, yes. Your mother is really pretty."

Hiko nods happily before looking at his brother with a wide smile. Hiro, satisfied with his answer for the time being, tilts his head as he asks, "So will you date her?"

“Nice receive, Hiko!” Bokuto praises with a huge grin while Hiko throws his fists in the air at his achievement, he looks over to the side with a wide smile, “Hiro! ‘Sumsum! Did you see that?” 

Hiro nods his head in response, giving his brother a thumbs up while the man next to Hiro lets out a happy cheer, “Way to go, Hiko! You’re going to be better than your Uncle Bo in no time, even better than me, your Uncle Atsumu.” 

The little boy that stood next to the bleached blonde man, tilts his head back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow, “You’re not our uncle.” 

Bokuto lets out a laugh, Hiko on the other hand, not really understanding what was so funny, decided to mimic his actions anyway. Apparently, acting like Bokuto would make him look as cool. On the other side of the court, Atsumu juts out his lower lip into a pout at being teased, by a kid no less, “Hey, a guy can dream okay. You two will soon call me Uncle too, and you’ll understand that I’m way better than Bo here.” 

“I can’t believe you’re jealous, ‘Tsumu.” Bokuto teases with a grin, tossing the volleyball over to Hiko who receives the ball with ease due to weeks of practice. “You did it again, Hiko! I’m so happy! I can’t wait to tell your uncles and your mom the progress the two of you made.” 

“I’m not jealous,” Atsumu retorts, scrunching up his features in annoyance, “I just can’t believe these kids think you’re better than me when I’m clearly superior.” 

“But Uncle Bo is so cool!” Atsuhiko exclaims defensively, pointing at Atsumu accusingly with his index finger as if to scold the man for disrespecting his favorite Uncle Bo. He adds, “He’s going to date our mommy, you know.” 

Atsumu wiggles his eyebrows at his friend, “Oh?” 

“What? It—It’s not like that!” 

Hiko stomps his feet and drops the volleyball in his grasp, sending a glare at Bokuto. “Why not?” Bokuto just lets out a nervous laugh, receiving a huff from Hiko who then turns his attention over to Atsumu, “Well, do you have a girlfriend?” 

Before Atsumu can respond, Hiro throws his hands in the air and shakes his head at his brother. “You can’t just ask everyone if they have a girlfriend or not so they can date mommy.” 

Sensing the twins about to start arguing, Bokuto rests his hands on Atsuhiko’s shoulders to avert his attention while Atsumu did the same with Atsuhiro. “Let’s go back to practice, okay?” 

“Hey ‘Sumsum?” Hiro calls out after moving away from the man’s grip on his shoulders to grab a volleyball, “Can you teach me how to serve properly?” 

Atsumu nods, walking to the edge of the court with Hiro trailing behind him, picking up an extra volleyball along the way, “Come on then.” 

However before the two of them could walk further to their destination, Atsuhiro tugs on Atsumu’s jersey weakly, a frown etching on his features. He mumbles underneath his breath, his grip on the volleyball weakening, “’Sumsum...I don’t feel so good.” 

Before Atsumu can comprehend what was happening, he catches a glimpse of Atsuhiro collapsing onto the floor behind him. 

“Hiro!” 

[sneyrwrites]

|| Homesick || Kuroo Tetsurou X Reader

✘ Wordcount: 4,5k

✘ Genre: Angst, fluff. smut 

✘ Warnings: NSFW

Author Note: What is it about my need to write angst lately? Anyway, Enjoy! (criticism is always welcome)

This started out as a 500 words drabble, but it got out of hand.

Kuroo had no idea how he would get through this fucking course without breaking down at some point. The worksheets and load of work he had to pull through would get him a few early gray hairs, his psyche suffering tremendously, but oh well... that’s what college was about. 

 The only thing he looked forward to was getting home, where you were probably waiting for him with a warm smile and a heart-melting “welcome”. Those were the time where he could feel all of his stress and negativity dissipate into thin air.

The sound of the lock opening brought a flutter in his stomach, him already anticipating the sweet relief of finding you there upon opening the door.

The cold and dark room was the only thing to receive him.

Oh, right... you were not there anymore.

You had left a long time now, exhausted by his constant neglect. Could he blame you though? Of course not.

If he was honest, in fact, he wouldn’t have put up with his sorry ass for half of the time you did. But seeing the empty shoe rack by the door, and the hangers stripped from that hideous scarf you insisted on wearing, he could not fight the tears that threatened to fall. What was he supposed to do now?

 The click of the switch brought light into his house, which he no longer called home. Kuroo ran a hand through his messier than usual hair, and sighing heavily he left his bag on the floor, not caring about his spilled books.

He didn’t feel like doing his project anymore, and talking to your mutual friends would only bring him more despair, as Bokuto seemed to only know how to talk about you.

The creaking of the mattress when he heavily fell on it used to bring him joy, because it was often accompanied by your soft giggle, followed by the usual “Tough day, huh?”

You had no idea.

You had no idea just how tough his days had been since you left, depriving his apartment from the spark it used to have.

It was unfair for him to feel this sour about the situation. Break-ups sucked, and he had every right to feel hurt about it, but he recognized his actions had lead to the outcome. You tear-streaked face would hunt him for eternity.

“I can’t handle this anymore Kuroo...” Your whispered words, so tiny and fragile, but so powerful at the same time, breaking his heart in a million pieces.

The words died in his mouth, so he just steeped aside, letting you go without even trying to make you stay.

All the I love you’s and promises he never got to make, all the late night snacks and pillow talks you would never share.

Now they were nothing but a wish, an illusion that dissipated into thin air.

The first week you were gone, he was resentful and shady over social media, like he was only a teenager who’s crush rejected. But, as Kenma had put it in simple words. He was just a sore loser.

You had tried your best, but the fights started to rise, In volume, in frequency, in anger. And they were about the stupidest things ever, like him not feeling like getting up on his sparse free moments to go out with you, him refusing to eat with you at the table. Once you were gone, he regretted letting all of his frustration and stress out on you.

Half of his helplessness came from a selfish place if he really thought about it. You were his mini vacation, his heaven on earth, and he had destroyed it, even noticing his mistake until it was too late and the sheets were cold, just like the half-finished cup of tea you had left at the counter, and he still didn’t have the courage to put away.

Akaashi’s couch was soft and comfortable, hugging your body as if it was a cloud.

But it wasn’t Kuroo’s bed. The warmth the boy irradiated as he sleeps was missing. The way he would sometimes mumble nonsense or when his hand would reach for yours in the middle of the night, simply because.

Those were the things you missed the most. At those times at night you couldn’t help but think. Were you over reacting?

You knew he was stressed about school, maybe you shouldn’t have been as harsh, but thinking about letting him go over you like if you were nothing but the shoe mat in the front door, made a bitter taste settle in the back of your mouth and a resentment you never wanted to have towards him bloom.

If you didn’t walk away when you did you would have ended up hating him, or hating him in the tough moments at least, because when everything was going good, Kuroo made you feel like you were floating, and oh so loved.

But he tended to lock himself inside his head, submerging in a spiral of unhealthy habits of insomnia and a full gallon of caffeine to keep going. Shutting you out completely, brushing your attempts at spend time with him off.

Sighing, you rolled on the couch by the tenth time that hour, restless and sad. Akaashi’s apartment was pitch black. The only thing cutting through all the blackness was your phone, displaying a picture of you and Kuroo, smiling at the museum, in front of a painting of Marie Curie. That one was taken in summer vacations, when he still hadn’t started his courses and could spend some time with you while being awake.

Maybe it was unfair of you to disappear from his life out of nowhere, just picking everything up and running to hide behind your friend, not able to confront Kuroo and see his reaction at your abandonment for more than ten seconds.

You turned again, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders slipping to your waist. You didn’t even bother to readjust it.

“You know, I Can hear your sorrow all the way from my room.” Akaashi’s voice startled you, Looking up you noticed his silhouette in the living room entrance. Sighing, he uncrossed his arms and started towards the kitchen. “I’m going to make tea.”

Two heartbeats later, a steaming cup was in your hands, your friend sitting next to you, sipping his green tea in silence.

“Okay...” He said once he finished the cup, leaving it in the table. His voice calm and collected. “What is it? You obviously need to talk.” You kept silence, focusing on the pale color of your drink. It didn’t taste like Kuroo’s tea at all. This one was missing something... You sipped again, still unsure about speaking up about what was bothering you.

“ I know it’s about Kuroo, and I know you need help to figure your feeling out... But understand I Can’t help you if you don’t speak to me... I’ve been patient for the two weeks and a half you’ve been crashing in my couch.” He turned to you, resting his elbow in the back of it, his face supported by his hand. “Don’t get me wrong, i love having you here and all. But it’s obvious you don’t. Judging by the way you’re stabbing daggers at the tea...”

“Sorry, I just...” You didn’t know what to say. That you missed Tetsuro’s bed or his tea? That you could not get the way he sings in the shower to cheesy 80’s songs out of your head? Or the way your hand always felt empty without his in it? “I miss him...” That seemed to sum it up pretty well.

“I thought you couldn’t handle the relationship anymore...” He prompted

You shook your head, setting your still full cup in the table.

“I couldn’t... but I don’t know” You were bad at communicating, maybe that was one of the reasons you chose to escape rather than talk.

“Do you think you could have handle things different with him when it started getting rough?” Akaashi’s words were intense, just like the look he was giving you, his clever gaze analyzing up every single reaction you made.

Yeah, in fact, you thought about that.

Maybe that was why you were so restless, the guilt o knowing you could have done more for the two of you, but choose to do nothing weighted on your conscious

“You know, if you want to go back with him, that doesn’t make you any less strong (Y/N)... Sometimes we just don’t handle our emotions in the right way. And it seems to me that the both of you made a few mistakes... Maybe you should talk to Kuroo. Who knows? This time it could go better...” Akaashi got up and went to his room, throwing a “Try to rest” Over his shoulder.

What were you going to do? The shame of your actions overshadowed all logic and reason.

What if Kuroo told you to fuck off? He could hate you for all you knew.

You hadn’t made up your mind the next morning, still teetering on the edge to throwing your pride to the garbage and just beg him to take you back or just leave everything as it was. Time cured everything, right?

Coincidentally with this debate you were having between logic and feelings, your college sent you an email regarding a few missing papers you needed to hand over in the office. Bad -or good-thing was, you left that folder at Kuroo’s place thinking you wouldn’t need it anymore.

Seems like you would have to see him, you wanted it or not.

Three knocks on his door woke Kuroo up that Saturday morning.

He considered the possibility of just not getting up, too tired by his restless nights to function properly, but by the time whoever was outside the door knocked again he was walking to the door, throwing a random hoodie that was lying around his naked torso to look somewhat presentable. He didn’t want to look like a perv in case it was his landlady, a sweet grandma that was always nice and used to bring you cookies from time to time. Kuroo remembered tenderly those times where the lady and you would spend hours in the corridor sharing recipes and exchanging goodies.

He missed those days.

Kuroo opened the door and froze in the middle of zipping the hoodie up.

Was he dreaming? It wouldn’t be the first time, Those weeks without you were a torture, and your memories usually haunted his dreams, you in the arms of someone else were a popular theme in his subconscious.

And now, you were there, right in front of him, close enough to extend his hand and brush the skin on your cheek. He was dumbfounded, not able to emit a word.

He thought you were no longer going to speak to him, sending Akaashi or Bokuto to pick up the remainder of your stuff.

“Um... Hi” You hesitated, trying to look at anything but his exposed mid drift, but failing completely. “Sorry to bother, but I forgot a few important papers the last time I was here.” you tried to say as nonchalantly as possible

“Oh... “ He said, stepping aside, letting you into the apartment you used to share. “Sure... Do you remember where it was?”

You took a step in and the rush of longing took you by surprised.

You missed that tiny and uncomfortable couch so much, and the horrible square pattern blanked Kuroo bought ant kept in the chair next to it. The curtains that would slap you in the face if the windows behind the sofa was open, everything there felt like home, and you knew you were the one to go away in the first place, but still.

Akaashi was right, you didn’t even try to talk to him before running away, too traumatized by past experiences to even try to make it work. Th tears choked you and threaten to fall.

It was too late. Asking to try again would be so selfish, after the mess you caused yourself.

“(Y/N)?” Tetsurō‘s gentle tone broke you out of your trance.

“Huh? Oh yeah, It’s probably in the bedroom...” Was it even appropriate for you to go inside his bedroom still? Kuroo must’ve noticed your hesitation because he signal with his hand for you to go first.. The flash of sadness in his eyes almost going unnoticed by you.

Everything was just as you left it inside the room. The same glass of water on the nightstand, your drawers only halfway closed cause you were in a rush when you left, afraid that you back out of your dumb and rushed plan to break up with him all of the sudden, thinking that way would be better, just like ripping a band-aid.

In the bookcase against the wall you spotted the red folder you came looking for. Once it was in your grasp, you really didn’t have an excuse to delay your exit from Kuroo’s house... that used to be your home, and that you wanted so bad to call it home once again.

Turning back to him, who was standing at the door you hugged the folder to your chest.

“So... this was it. Thank u Tets...” You noticed your mistake and tried to correct it “Kuroo... I better leave now.” You advanced towards the door, but his sulked figure blocked the way. “Kuroo?”

You looked up at him, and the tears in his hazel orbs stunned you. His lips trembled slightly and with a frustrated groan he rubbed his eyes harshly.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, keeping them covered. A broken sigh shaking his shoulders, “I hate this... I hate it so much...”

Your heart clenched, and you regretted not sending Akaashi in your place. He obviously wasn’t okay with you there.

“Oh um... Sorry, I’ll just leave now.” You attempted to sidestep him to get out of the room, but in heart beat his long arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest.

The sobs of the boy you loved made his chest vibrate under your skin, and the pain he was feeling you could feel it too. You didn0t hesitate, and as if it was a second nature to you, you squeezed him harder, kissing the soft bare skin of his chest, as you felt your chest collapse into itself.

Could someone die from sadness and love at the same time? Because that was how you were feeling.

“I’m sorry... I know it’s too late and all... But I really am sorry...” He started, his words coming out strangled by the tears, but you shushed him as the tears slipped over your cheeks, leaving wet trails on them.

“Shh... I’m sorry too.” You chocked on a I love that you refused to let slip past your lips. He could be trying to move on, and this was just a minor setback, you would not be that selfish and just throw your feeling into him.

Still presses against his body, you sighed

You missed so badly the feeling of his arms around you, and the way your body fit into his in all the right places, his hands burying themselves in your hair as he brought you closer to him.

Kuroo Tetsurō was your home. The home you lost the key to, locking yourself out of it in a careless action.

“(Y/N)?... I’m sorry...” You opened your mouth to say it was okay when he spoke again. “I love you so much... and I’m so sorry I pushed you away...” The air was sucker punched out of your lungs. And now it was your body, the one being rocked by uncontrollable sobs.

You loved him too, but were too busy weeping to respond to his declaration.

Kuroo held you in his arms, while the both of you cried.

It was almost therapeutic, finally being able to apologize about his mistakes.

Something muffled came out of your mouth and he didn’t catch it, since the got lost against his skin, your warm breath tickling him.

“What baby?” He asked, and wanted to kick himself for it. He was not respecting your decision of separating with his actions and words, but he couldn’t help the overwhelming waves of emotions that watched over him.

“I want to come back home...” Kuroo stayed silent, processing what you just said. “I’m sorry for not trying to make us work Tetsu... But I miss you like crazy, and I was scared and I don’t know what I was thinking... I’m just so sorry...”

His response was simple. He hugged you closer, picking you up like he had done so many times in that same room.

He sat at the end of the bed, with you sitting on his lap, your head tucked in the crook of his neck while his hands caressed your scalp.

Once the sobs retreated, you lifted your head and looked at him in the eyes. Your eyelashes were shimmering with the remaining wetness the tears left behind, your nose was red as well as your cheeks.

Your eyes scanned his face and Kuroo held his breath when you leaned in, your lips softly brushing his, almost as if you feared rejection.

He could never say no to you.

He applied a little more pressure and he finally tasted your lips again. God, how he missed the feeling of your lips against his. Your breath tickled his mouth each time you pulled away to take a breath in between kisses.

Kuroo’s hands went to your back as the kiss rose in intensity. Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your fingers pressing his arm.

Kuroo could feel his erection grow, pressing against his gym shorts, and he was sure you could feel it too by the way your face was getting hotter to the touch.

You readjusted on top of him, your hips straddling his, and the friction from the movement tore a moan from his throat. Embarrassed, he tried to kiss you again to hide his blush, but you pulled away and looked him dead serious in the eyes. He started to feel nervous and was about to apologize, when all of the sudden you moved again, grinding against him. He let out another whiny moan and an entertained glint flashed across your eyes.

Your fingers found the zipper of the hoodie, and the cold skin of your knuckles brushing him as you undid it, exposing his abs. You admired them for a second before kissing him again, breathing in his scent. Slipping the hoodie from his shoulders, a shiver traveled his spine when your fingers brushed the sensitive spot in his clavicle. And an amused smile twitched in the corner of your lips, as you brought your face down to meet your lips with his skin.

Your scorching mouth against his neck made his head spin, and when your teeth made an appearence, he could not help the clench of his stomach, the nibbles you left on his skin sending a tingling to his toes. He sucked in a sharp breath when to licked behind his ear all of the sudden, and the low chuckle on his ear snapped him out of the daze you had him in.

Grabbing your hip and back, he pressed you harder against him, and a gasp left your lips. Smiling smugly, he flipped both of you over.

Kuroo smile above you, as he teasingly trailed his fingers against your sides, until he came to a stop on the edges of your pants, looking at you once again to confirm you were still okay.

Your smirk was the only confirmation he needed.

He unbuttoned your jeans and he took them off, throwing the garment  somewhere behind him. His mouth came down to your lips once again as his hand slipped inside your underwear that was a dripping mess because of him.

Pride swelled his chest at the thought he was the one making you feel like this, craving his touch just as much as he craved yours.

When his fingers brushed your clit, a strangled moan came out of you, and oh how much he missed the sounds you made when he touched you like that.

He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, his mouth claiming yours, teeth pulling your lips and soft words whispered into them as his finger kept stimulating you, a fog settling over your mind.

“I love you so fucking much...” His mouth went to your chin, and kept going down, trailing your skin, an electric shock struck you from head to toe when he kissed that one spot in your hip he knew drove you crazy. “So fucking beautiful...” He praised.

He kept going down, his lips ghosting over your inner thighs and his breath brushing over your cunt and making you whine out his name.

“Kuroo...” You said. Your hand digging into his hair as your eyes flutter closed.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, and you could even hear the mock in his tone. You were going to respond, when his teeth nibbled the sensitive skin, careful not to hurt you.

Pulling aside your underwear, his mouth found your pulsating sex. And a shock wave of ecstasy filled your body. It didn’t take too long for him to have you at the edge, your toes curling and your hand clutching his hair. Heaving breaths rose your chest and with one last flick of Kuroo’s tongue an orgasm hit you full force, his name coming out of your lips.

“Tetsu...” A series of spasms rocked your body, and your legs clenching around his head, and Kuroo Chuckled at your reaction, amazed at the intensity of your pleasure.

Once you came out of your high, Kuroo settled next to you in bed, his erection still present and bothering him a little, but he was content with making you feel good. He needed nothing else. He could take care of his arousal later.

Rolling over you sat on top of him, leaning down you kissed his neck as you dragged your hands down his abs, feeling the smooth muscles underneath your fingertips, and you noticed just how much you had missed the intimacy you both shared. Your hands kept traveling until you found the elastic of his pants and pulled them down, brushing his swelling member as you pulled the garment down, stripping Kuroo of his last garment.

With his pants out of the way, you could feel the heat from his cock against your wet pussy. He helped you take out your shirt and kissed the exposed skin in between your breasts.

You rubbed on him once more, and the friction ignited the fire in your stomach. You circled Kuroo’s neck with your arms, and leaned you damped forehead on his chest, soft moans coming out of your mouth.

Lifting your hips slightly you aligned Kuroo’s dick with your entrance and in one swift motion you were filled to the rim with him.

“Shit (Y/n)!” He threw his head back, fingers digging at your hips, as you slowly adjusted to him. “God, I love you so much, I love you so fucking much baby...” Kuroo hissed. Kissing your temple, he then guided your hips up and down, feeling every inch of you tightening around him.

Your moans were shushed by his mouth, while your hips kept moving, feeling the way his member pushed at your walls, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.

Switching up the pace, Kuroo sat up and picked you up. Laying you on your back you admire the sight of him, his smooth skin and tall frame, his muscular legs and abs, his gentle hands, and his eyes that were so full of love.

You turned around, lifting your ass up and inviting him in. An almost animalistic growl left his throat at the sight.

“Please Tetsu...” You looked at him, with your eyes full of lust and a glint of mischief  in them. “I want you inside of me”

In less than a heartbeat he was inside of you once more, his hips colliding mercilessly with your ass, the lewd sounds of skin against skin mixed with the whimpers that involuntarily came out of your throat as he pounded your pussy like he wanted to.

“Fuck, I missed so much being inside of you.” He grunted, biting his lip.

Kuroo picked up his pace, and you reached for his hand. Intertwining your fingers, he kissed your knuckles, leaning to bite your neck playfully right after.

You could almost feel his abdomen twitching with the need to release his load inside of you. Your chest was flushed against the bed, as Kuroo’s rhythmic movements hit every right spot.

“Tetsu...” You whispered. “Please cum inside of me... I need you.” You begged, aching to be filled by him once more. Your words caused something on him, as if you had stepped on the gas .

The thrust of his hips got more intense and fast, hammering your pussy like it was the sole purpose of his existence. Your thoughts were jumbled and the only coherent thing on your mind was his name, so that all you said.

“Fuck” He moaned, his erratic pace almost matching the beating of your heart. “Oh god baby.... shit.”

With two last powerful you felt him filling you with his cum, releasing three weeks of frustration and desire.

Kuroo tried to pull out of you, but you prevented it, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down to rest on top of you, his bare and sweat covered chest against your back.

A content sigh left his lips and he kissed your shoulder, and your heart could have exploded right then and there.

“So... Now what?” He said, asking the question you were too afraid to voice.

You didn’t know how to precede. Did he wanted to try again? Or was this only a fling of the moment and nothing more?

“Hey.” He called your attention, shifting slightly so he could be lying half of his body on the mattress. You turned your head to him and came nose to nose with him. Kuroo placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “Quit over-thinking and be honest... I won’t get mad if this is really over and you regret this thing we just shared.” His face showed a vulnerability uncharacteristic of him and your heart clenched.

“What do you want?” You turned the question around, a nervous flutter in your stomach.

Without hesitation in his voice or in his eyes, he answered

“You.” He pecked your lips, pressing your foreheads together. You observed his beautiful eyes as he reassured you. “That’s all I ever wanted... You’re my home (Y/n), this house feels empty without you... My life feels empty if you’re not sharing it with me. So... what do you say baby, do you want to give us another chance?” He asked.

“I’m happy to be home Tetsu...”

[yarichinbokutoclub]

The train was packed. Who knew so many people would be milling about at 1 o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. You hated it, being around so many people, but with your job at the museum you had learned to tolerate the crowds. This, however, was different, you were crammed in a tiny cabin with God knows how many other people. Don’t these people have work to do? It is a week day after all. So, to put things lightly, your day did not start off on a good note.

           You were, however, looking forward to the Café’s opening. It was your light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. With the café being a bit of a hole in the wall and lacking any media presence you knew it would not attract much of a crowd. The perfect place to work on your botany journal (basically just a journal with different plant clippings and facts and drawings. Think Hiccup’s journal in HTYD or Deku’s journal in BNHA.) You were really looking forward to the new pages you could add now that the museum had gotten in some new flora, that of course they let you be the first to see. The journal was a great help when you were giving tours as you wanted to be as thorough as possible in hopes that you might inspire a bright young mind, like what had happened to you so many years ago.

           The train finally came to a stop and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You got off as quickly as possible and stopped to take a deep breath, really appreciating the fresh air and the open space around you. After you got your bearings, you adjusted your outfit (gotta look good in case there are any cute boys at the café ;)) and got on your way. The café was only about 5 blocks from the train station so it didn’t take you long to get there at all. You turned off the main street onto a little side one, almost like an alley, and towards the end you saw the café.

           The vibe was immaculate. It was everything you could have wished for and more, no crowds and books everywhere, what’s not to love? Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you pushed open the front door. A small bell above you jingled to signal your arrival and you were immediately met with not only the eyes of your best friend, Yachi, but also a pair of wide yellow eyes which seemed to be taking in your appearance. Blushing, you tried not to think much of it and made your way to the counter and greeted the cute barista that you knew so well. “Yachi!!! You look so adorable in your apron.” you exclaimed upon getting to the counter, mindful of your volume of course. “Y/n, you actually came!” Yachi replied with a big grin.

“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to check this place out and bug you on your first day. ;P Speaking of, how has it been, any rude customers yet?”

“It’s been a lot slower than we would have hoped but everyone has been really polite, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better first day. Anyways, I should probably get back to work. What can I get you? I’ll bring it to your table when it’s ready.”

Yachi, always the positive one and a hard worker too. Scanning over the menu you quickly make your decision. “I’ll have a hot caramel latte and a blueberry muffin! Oh an make sure you do something extra cute for the latte art!!”

“Only the best for you, y/n! I’ll have it right out!”

           With that you made your way to a table near a window so you could attempt to people watch without being near any of the other patrons. It was a quiet corner just the way you liked. However, you could still feel those big yellow eyes on you. Looking up you finally made eye contact with the man who had been staring you down and boy was he cute. You could tell he was athletic too, giving him a curt smile you turned back to your table and pulled out your journal. Maybe this could be where you find your wattpad romance after all. Or so you thought.

           Yachi brought out your order and you got to journaling about the newest flower in the museum’s greenhouse, the Cytandra Vittata or Candy-Striped Violet. Particularly excited about this one due to the flower’s incredible beauty and unique petals, you made sure to put extra care into the pages. You were having a great time, the coffee was amazing and the atmosphere was perfect for getting your work done. That is until HE decided to stop staring at you and go back to reading his manga. Whatever it was, it must have been incredibly interesting because he was… engrossed to say the least.

           Not only did he seem to zone everything around him out, forgetting where he was, but he also felt the need to verbally or physically react to just about everything that was happening in his childish story. He was annoying, sure, but not loud enough to where he could be considered “disturbing the peace” even though he was certainly disturbing YOUR peace. Every two seconds there was an “oooh” or an “ahhhh” maybe even a “WHAT?!” thrown in there. Your patience was certainly running thin and you made sure to glare at him a few times, even hushing him along with the other patrons, but he just was not getting the hint. The next page must have had a huge plot twist or surprise thrown in there because this response, it was the most dramatic. Abruptly, he stood up out of his chair, knocking it to the ground in the process. His eyes were even bigger than before (was that even possible?) and he yelled (yes, this time it was a yell). His exact words were “NO!!! IT WAS HER BROTHER ALL ALONG?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!.” Spoilers, am I right?

           At this you had had enough. Sure, you didn’t like confrontation, but it didn’t seem like anyone else was going to step in and you knew Yachi would be a nervous wreck if she had to. So, you marched over to his table with the most aggressive scowl you think you have ever sported on your face.

“Are you trying to piss off everyone in the store?! Because you’re doing a really good job if that was your plan!” You screamed at the stranger’s face.

He looked up at you confusion written all over his face. “…Huh?” he questioned.

“Are you trying to tell me you have no idea what you’ve been doing for the past 30 minutes?? Because I don’t buy it. You’re being incredibly loud and rude and you need to stop. This is not the place for that. Some people are trying to get work down and you’re making it incredibly difficult. If you wanna read your manga fine do it but do it quietly. Save the theatrics for your bedroom.” you weren’t trying to be mean but you couldn’t help it. Once you start talking you can’t stop yourself and this time you went a little too far. His hair seemed to deflate, something you certainly didn’t miss because was that even possible?

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t realize I was being so loud I’ll try to quiet down.” He replied with a huge pout on his face.

“Thank you.” You replied and promptly turned on your heels to go back to the violet you were so excited to study.

           Everything was going smoothly now, sure you didn’t mean to be that harsh and you could’ve asked him nicely but your anger took over and you couldn’t help it, though you did feel a bit bad. It certainly didn’t help that your day had started out as poorly as it did and you were so looking forward to the peace and quiet of the café, something that had been so rudely ripped away from you. Another 15 minutes passed by and the silence was amazing, you made some real progress in your journal, even completing a detailed sketch of the flower. After the 15 minutes was up however, the reactions started to seep back out from the yellow eyed man again. He seemed to be over his pouting now. His reactions, although much quieter this time were still quite annoying. You decided to ignore them though, thinking you had been a little too harsh the first time around, and hoping he just slipped up and will go back to being quiet. This, however, was not the case and the disruptions continued for another 10 minutes when you decided you better just leave. Fate is tricky and maybe you just weren’t fated to be at the café today, meaning you’ll try again tomorrow after work. You said your goodbyes to Yachi and made your way to the train station, looking forward to the peace and quiet of your apartment and the soft cuddles of your two cats, Kyo and Tohru.

           What you didn’t know, was that Yachi, deciding it was time to be bold, went over to the loud and excitable customer. She decided it best, for business and for her own sanity, if she politely asked him to leave. And she did just that. The man apologized and made his way out of the café feeling a bit defeated but determined to come back again and next time hopefully not get kicked out.

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PLOT - y/n is in her first year of college at tokyo u., she has a great friend group, a fantastic internship, life is good… that is until she meets bokuto koutarou. this loud and brash volleyball star is about to turn y/n’s life upside down. the question is, will it be a good change or a bad one?

a/n - Im gonna be honest, not really loving this fic but I am pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, as always any advice is welcomed and pls if there's anything you want to see happen just ask!

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[letshaikyuu]

ᑎO ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ ᗯEᖇE ᗷᒪOOᗰIᑎG (ᗩKᗩᗩᔕᕼI KEIᒍI ᔕᑕEᑎᗩᖇIO)

Synopsis: Akaashi and you were childhood crushes that got separated when you moved away. Social media was never enough to fill the void. What will Akaashi do when you come back and one of his teammates seems to have a crush on you?

A/N: I am not very skilled in writing scenarios so bear with me here. It’s also a female reader insert, sorry boys :(

Word count: 2522

No flowers were blooming in spring anymore for Akaashi Keiji. He was making towards the school grounds like it was just any other day. It was just another dull start to his second year of high school without you by his side. Akaashi would never forget the time you two picked flowers for your flower crowns that one spring day, mere days before school was supposed to start and you were to crouch into new school adventures. It felt like any other ordinary day outside while your mothers were sipping some tea inside the house. But, Keiji was not unfamiliar with emotions and facial expressions, even at a young age he was able to differentiate different emotions even though people tried hiding them. You were nowhere near the happy and cheerful girl that filled the silence with your childish glee and laughter. You were so quiet.

»»---------------------►

"Keiji..."

A whisper that would have been hard to hear for many, but Keiji knew your voice by heart. Looking up, his eyes were fixed on the tears filling up your eyes that were dangerously close to falling. Keiji was never the one to show much emotion or care, but this situation didn't fail to angrily burn his heart. What was going on?

Your next words burned his already aching heart even more as you let your tears freely fall down your face. Keiji didn't move. You didn't have the heart to wait for his reply so Keiji was left alone, eyes locking on your running figure that found comfort into your mother's arms. You two left soon after. Keiji was still sitting on his knees in the garden. Your neatly made flower crown on the ground was beside him and fallen apart. Was this happening?

"Keiji...I'm leaving Japan tomorrow."

»»---------------------►

The first day of school was over and he was already tired. He wanted to go back home and close himself off from the outside world for a few hours. Grab his phone and go through his gallery. Besides the huge amount of Bokuto's selfies on his phone, here and there a screenshot from his social media accounts popped up. Keiji was never the one for social media. It was a waste of time, he would say. What was the point in endlessly scrolling and looking through profiles of people you probably don't even know? But Keiji does have social media. It wasn't his choice. His mother bought him a newer phone shortly after you moved away. "So you can stay in touch even when she's so far away," his mother said to him when she gave him the phone and ruffled his hair, "there's no point in giving up, is there Keiji?"

That is how Keiji tried to stay in contact with you. You easily found each other on social media and he was glad you still wanted to talk to him. At first, your messages were frequent and filled with stories about your new school and friends. There wasn't a moment to put away your phone cause the messages kept coming. Keiji would merely reply with a "that's nice" and "hope you're liking it there", but he always read them all with a sad smile on his face. You seemed to fit in well with the people there. Keiji always admired you for that. It was you who decided to befriend this quiet, little boy in the house beside yours when you were little. He will never admit how much he appreciated you for that.

The worst part is that Keiji started developing a crush on you. He tried to talk himself out of it by seeing it was normal to have such feelings at a young age and that they will evaporate as he grows older. But they never did. You were becoming more and more beautiful as the days and seasons went by and Keiji couldn't wrap his head around what was happening with him. That little crush of his didn't go unnoticed. His mother figured it out very quickly and never failed to embarrass Keiji whenever he announced he was going out to play with you.

"You'll make a fine gentleman one day Keiji. Don't you forget that."

Unconsciously, he smiled at his mother's words as he entered the hot gym. The sounds of volleyball hitting the ground were enough to snap him out of his thoughts and refocus at the task at hand. He had practice. Bokuto Koutarou was loudly yelling at his kouhai and teasing him about how he's late and he was to do extra laps at the end of the training. The rest of the team chuckled at his words because there was no way Bokuto was going to stick to that.

"I apologize Bokuto-san. It won't happen again." Akaashi's words cut through the once cheerful atmosphere like a knife as he walked towards the locker room to change. Bokuto looked at the figure of his best friend that was soon lost with the door closing behind him. He was named captain for a reason. Bokuto Koutarou, no matter the excessive amounts of mood swings he has, knows when something is going on...and in Akaashi's case, he had quite a good guess as to what is bothering him.

When Keiji stepped foot on the court and started playing, there was no doubt in Bokuto's mind that his bad performance was caused by overflowing thoughts in his head. There was no beating around the bush in this situation, especially when the others knew about this.

"Oi Akaashi." His voice was rather serious for someone who's usually so cheerful and filled with positive energy. Keiji knew where this was leading to and he was dreading every second of it. "Isn't Y/N coming back soon?"

There it was. The ever-so sensitive topic to Akaashi Keiji. How Bokuto found out was still a mystery to him, but it was futile to hide anything from his curious senpai. He didn't mind. It was something that was in the past and there was no need to run away from it. Or at least that's how Keiji wanted his feelings to be portrayed. The ball that was being held in his hand was tossed back in with the others in the trolley as Keiji called it a day. The practice was soon to be over anyway. His teammates, especially the senpais, knew him well enough to know when Keiji is done with something so they didn't want to meddle. But meddling was Bokuto Koutarou's middle name.

"Akaashi I'm-"

"There is no need to apologize Bokuto-san. I am doing just fine and there is no guarantee that Y/N is coming back." Keiji knew he was lying, but the way those words effortlessly came out of his mouth made him think otherwise. He has told himself this lie over and over again that it sounded like the truth.

Back home, Keiji took out his phone to scroll through his gallery. He knew by heart where those screenshots of your conversations were. He started looking at them.

»»---------------------► Sept. 12th

"Heeeeey Keiji I just saw this cool painting of flowers the other day! I remember how much you loved hydrangeas! They always made your eyes pop heh"

"That sounds nice Y/N"

"You know I always think of my best friend Keiji ;)"

"Of course I do. I do the same"read 11:17pm

»»---------------------► Dec. 17th

"Hey...is everything alright there? We haven't talked in a while...I know we're both busy, but let's not let that stop us from talking!"

"Don't worry about that, but I have to go now. Sorry."

"Oh...that's okay...Take care Keiji"

"You too."read 10:47pm

»»---------------------►Feb. 8th

"Akaashi guess what! I'm moving back to Japan this year!! I can't wait to see you, I missed you so much..."seen 00:23am

»»---------------------►

Keiji would be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat when he saw your last text message. He didn't know how to feel. That childish glee he felt years before, while you were still here, warmed his heart and he didn't know how to react. The memories of your childhood adventures made him smile in remembrance, but was he ready for this? Were flowers blooming again in his heart?

»»---------------------►

The following day had an eerie feeling to it. Keiji wasn't sure what was happening, but it felt odd. He felt odd. Like there was a nest of angry crows battling inside of him. His head was hurting as well. Walking towards the gym, he felt as if he would pass out at any moment. Were you moving back to Japan? In the back of his mind, Keiji knew that neither his heart or his head was ready to see you again and confront you about his feelings. Maybe you were leaving a boyfriend behind. Maybe you even found a loving girlfriend. You were probably heartbroken that you had to leave your friends and move back here at such age. Was it necessary to list all the bad things about mo-

"Keiji?"

Just like a flower's bloom in spring, Keiji's heart fluttered at the sound of such a sweet and loving tone. To some, it was just an everyday voice that you could hear everywhere. To Keiji, it was a bird's chirp, a kid's giggle, a heart's warmth. There was no doubt in his mind that it was you.

"Y/N?" His eyes looked up and in the crowd of tall figures, he easily spots you. You grew up into a beautiful girl. Your face matured and so did your body. But your eyes...your eyes still held that mischievousness and happiness they had years ago when Keiji saw them filled with tears. That was a sight that haunted him for years as it was the last time Keiji saw you before your move. He couldn't have you walking out on him at the airport, your small body growing further and further away. It was a big bite to swallow for little Keiji.

But here you were, looking as beautiful as ever...with Konoha's arm over your shoulder? What even-

"Omg Keiji it's really you!" You smiled widely at the sight of your childhood friend, but your feet were planted firmly to where you were standing. You two kind of drifted apart these past few months, there was no doubt about it. He didn't even read your last message to him and you were so excited about moving back and possibly confessing to him. Would it be too much to run to him and hug him tightly? To feel all the emotions begging to be released on the surface as his arms tighten around you?

"Would it be that bad to feel your love again?"

»»---------------------►

There was no way in hell that Keiji was going to let you date Konoha. There was no problem with him or if he had a girlfriend, but it was not going to be you. It was official. You moved back to Japan for what seems forever, you were in Fukurodani and Konoha Akinori had a crush on you. Akaashi Keiji was jealous. That too was official.

Unfortunately for Keiji, you became close friends with the team so you frequented coming to practice a lot. Although the awkward silence that filled the gym whenever you and Keiji were in the same room wasn't easy to ignore, the team tried to let you two clear the air by yourselves. And no, Konoha did not have a crush on you, but he did have a plan. Make Akaashi so jealous that he has to confess to you to move on! That's right, Fukurodani does not meddle.

Konoha was pushing his limits very much and Keiji's tolerance was reaching a big, fat zero very fast. It wasn't until he bluntly asked you out on a date that Akaashi felt like waiting longer would mean losing you forever. Storming out of the gym with your forearm in his grasp, Keiji left the gym with a smirking Konoha behind.

"Akaashi- What is wrong with you!?" You pulled your arm out of his grip and stood your ground. "Who gave you the right to pull me out of there like that!?"

You were prepared with an onslaught of comments regarding his unusual behavior, but you bit your tongue. Why was he fuming in rage? There could've easily been steam coming out of his ears. But your words made him even angrier and sadder. What happened to calling him Keiji? To teasing him about how much you found his name gorgeous and fitting for such a guy like himself? You always brought a smile on his face whenever his name left your lips. Now, it was nowhere to be heard of.

He tried to calm himself down, but the years of keeping quiet and not having you around were too much for him to keep his usual calm demeanor. Turning around, he took a deep breath before opening his eyes to look at your shocked face. Taking a cautious step forwards, he took hold of your hands before continuing.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted Y/N back there. I'm also sorry for letting us drift apart." His mellow voice sounded out into the quiet, night background. There was no one in sight and Keiji felt it was easier to voice out his thoughts. "You can't imagine how much I missed you and wanted you to come back to me."

Tears were brimming in your eyes again, but this team Keiji was there to handle them when they fall.

"I love you Y/N...I did when we were kids and I...I still do now." His hand moved to wipe the stray tear slowly trickling down your face and he was quick to pull you into a hug. He was not letting you run away from him this time.

"Keiji w-why didn't you say anything before?"

He chuckled and that wonderful sound was music to your ears. "We were just kids back then. Nothing would've changed you moving away, wouldn't it?"

Keiji knew he was right. He may have doubted his decision before, but now it felt like it was the right thing to have waited this long. In the end, you were in his arms as both of you have already wanted and there was no doubt in his mind that this was exactly where you belong.

"You know what Keiji..," you moved away from his chest and lovingly took hold of his face. You couldn't have even dreamed about Keiji growing up into someone this handsome and beautiful. It was better than any painting your eyes saw of hydrangeas that reminded you of him. This in front of you, was a true piece of art. And you were happy to call it yours.

"I love you too Keiji...ever since we were kids."

No flowers were blooming in spring for Akaashi Keiji. Now, flowers were blooming in every season. In spring they were at their peak. In summer they were constantly with him and keeping him company. In autumn they would slowly start falling asleep and in winter there has always been this one flower that survived the harsh weather and snow that keeps blooming only for him. And that flower will always be you.

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Rewritten & reposted March 24, 2021

MASTER | Ch. 11 | CHAPTER 12 | Ch. 13

Saturday had finally rolled around, a day you’d been looking forward to most of the week because of the plans you had made with Bokuto. Nothing too specific had been set up for what the two of you were going to do, but Bokuto told you to dress comfortably and to meet him at a nearby park at a certain time. 

You hadn’t felt such excitement like this outside of volleyball for quite some time and you had to remind yourself to stay calm and try your best not to make an utter fool of yourself at some point during the night. You kept thinking back to all the embarrassing comments Rumi was making at optional practice that morning when you had told her of your plans with the Fukurodani captain.

“Will there be adult supervision? I had plans but if you need a chaperone I’d be happy to help. Do his parents know who exactly you are?”

It was late in the afternoon, you were tidying up around the house and thinking about when you should start getting ready when you’d gotten notice from your dad. 

New Message: 5:17PM

Dad: Late night tonight, can you manage?

Your heart sank deep into the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your eyes shut as tightly as you possibly could. A part of you wanted to scream; to call up your dad, and say every horrible thing you could think of, but was that going to get you anywhere? Probably not. Things hadn’t shaped up between the two of you since you let him have it a few nights earlier - he was as skilled at avoiding confrontation as he was home.

So instead, you let out a heavy sigh, sinking down onto the floor of the kitchen, and really tried your hardest not to let the massive tears pooling in your eyes spill over. 

It's not like your dad knew that you had made plans with Bokuto and he was therefore actively preventing you from doing anything social with your life. In fact, your dad didn’t even know that there was someone in your life you wanted to spend additional time with. Maybe not anymore after this... He was caught up in his work again, it wasn’t the first Saturday he hadn’t come home and it wouldn’t be the last. 

So could you actually be mad at him? Yes… but not enough that you were going to do anything about it.

You tilted your head back and hit it a few times against the cabinet you rested your back against. The loud thunk, thunk, thunk rattled around the small space and made you feel marginally better. In the other room, you could hear the television turn up louder as your siblings yelled at one another about who was going to get to sit where.

It was much too last minute to ask Baba to spend the evening with Eiji and Yua, although you knew she would say yes - after everything she’d already done you didn’t have it in your heart to drag the old woman out of her home so late in the evening. You typed out a text to Bokuto, apologizing profusely, hoping that he understood there wasn’t much you could do in the situation. 

Of course he did.

Of course he understood, of course he could reschedule, of course he was okay with it. He was almost too good. You were brought back to your conversation with Shouta earlier this week and his comments about Bokuto as a person. You shook your head in disbelief.

You wiped under your eyes at the nonexistent tears that were still threatening to fall, laughing at the joke Bokuto made in his last text to you, and finally stood up from your place on the kitchen floor.

“Eiji? Chibi?” You called out. “Change of plans, we’re getting delivery tonight!”

*

Having ordered for yourself and your siblings, it was no surprise when you heard a knock at the front door to your apartment. You tried to get Yua to calm down in her seat, while Eiji was setting the table, before jogging down the hallway and counting the money in your hand.

“Hi, sorry! How much do I owe you again?” You asked breathless as you swung open the door without much thought. You looked up to be met with sparkling golden eyes that caught you completely off guard, making you stumble back in shock to collect yourself. “Oh my God! Wh-what are you-”

“I uh, went to the wrong place at first.” Bokuto chuckled, almost looking embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. 

Bokuto knocked confidently on the door to the small but nicely kept house he had dropped you off at previously. He remembered how your little sister came barreling down the sidewalk to greet you, making your face light up with an excitement he could only dream of one day being directed at him.

He was only mildly surprised when an older woman answered the door with a pleasant smile, he thought maybe she was your grandmother. He greeted her kindly, glancing over her head to the hallway behind her in hopes of seeing someone he recognized. “Hello there, young man!”

“Hi,” Bokuto politely bowed his head in greeting and looked back at the woman. “Um.. Is (y/n) here?”

“Oh dear,” The old woman smiled, patting Bokuto reassuringly on the shoulder and motioning for him to bend down so she could better talk to him. “No, no, she lives...”

The old woman had given vague directions on where you lived, Bokuto being only slightly embarrassed that he had gone to the wrong place - but he was so sure that was the home he dropped you off at?

He wandered around the third floor of the run-down apartment building, not quite remembering the exact number given to him, so he resigned to start knocking on doors. He stepped up to the one that happened ro be right in front of him, fist raised, and knocked out a rhythm. 

You noticed that in one hand he was holding a bag from the same corner mart you and him had run into each other all that time ago. His other hand was clutching the braided leather of a dog leash, the end of which was attached to a handsome lump of fur who looked up at you with his tongue out and shining eyes. “The old lady at that house said I could find you here, but she only said third floor so we’ve kind of been knocking on every door for the last twenty minutes.”

“You could’ve texted me,” You laughed, leaning on the doorframe while you looked up at him. You were positive that your gaze was probably similar to someone having a dream, you still could not fathom that he was standing at the front door to your apartment. “What-”

“You said you had to cancel to watch your siblings,” He said before you could even get your full question out. “Buta was devastated so I brought snacks, drinks, and movies. Figured two and a half against two is a much more fair fight than you going at it alone!”

You beamed up at the way he confidently spoke, as if his answer was the most obvious thing in the world. Of course he was going to come over when you had to cancel, of course he was going to spend time with not only you but your siblings as well, of course he was just too good.

“Of course you named your dog pig. We were just waiting on dinner- oof!” You looked down to see yourself getting pushed out of the doorway by Yua, her small body standing in between you and Bokuto while she looked up at him with wide, recognizing eyes. 

“Botudo!”

Bokuto laughed when he saw your reaction to your sister’s greeting for him. He crouched down to come to eye-level with her and started speaking to her like they were old friends. “Hey hey Yua, long time no see~”

She didn’t respond right away, eyes instead focused on the dog in front of her. Bokuto glanced up at you with a knowing smirk and leaned closer to your sister, one hand clutching at the collar around his dog’s neck.

“This is Buta,” Bokuto introduced his pet like you’d introduce another human. “Buta, meet Yua.”

The dog tilted his head to the side slightly before jumping forward and licking right up the side of Yua’s face. She let out a squeal of excitement at the tickling sensation, her reaction making you laugh as well. 

“You bring snacks?” Your sister then asked, her short attention span shifting and peering into the bag hanging from Bokuto’s hand.

He laughed again and opened up the bag more for her to be able to see, “I sure did. Movies too, is that okay?”

“Yes,” She nodded, looking back up at him. “Rules say dinner first, snack after.”

“Did your neechan make those rules?” Bokuto jokingly sneered while he looked to you, a playful glint in his eyes. 

“No, silly!” Yua said, grabbing Bokuto by the hem of his shirt as he stood up and started to drag him past you into the house. “Mama made the rules!”

You smiled sadly down at your sister, something that Bokuto did not miss as he was led into your home. You shut the door quietly behind you but didn’t lock it, knowing that the food was set to be delivered some time soon as well.

When you got into the kitchen, you saw that Yua had sat Bokuto at the seat next to her - your normal spot- and Eiji was already rushing around to set another spot at the table and handle the presence of a dog sniffing around the table. He looked up to you, a slightly exasperated look on his face, as he grabbed another setting. “You didn’t tell me there was a guest coming!”

“Sorry, Eiji.” You said, ruffling his hair as he scurried by. You pulled out a bowl and began filling it with water from the sink to set down on the floor for your additional guest.

“You also didn’t tell me you knew a top five wing spiker in the flippin’ country, (y/n).” The way your brother spoke, it was like you were talking about an international celebrity. Although to Eiji anyone who competitively played the sport of volleyball was a star in his mind - yourself included.

“Okay well I think my own ranking-” He continued to glare at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it!” 

“I forgive you,” He whispered, like talking about the guest who was making jokes with your sister too loudly would make him disappear. “Do you think he’ll want to talk about volleyball with me?”

You looked over to Bokuto, who happened to be looking at you at the same time, smiling brightly when he saw that he had your attention once again. You smiled back, reaching down to swipe Eiji’s hair away from his forehead, a motherly habit you’d adopted somewhere in life, and told him that you didn’t think it’d be a problem at all to talk to Bokuto about volleyball.

*

[tetsookie]

Hey, hey, hey, Eiri-chan @schion ! Surprise, it is I, your HQ Valentine’s Day Person for @hqvalentineexchange ! XD I hope you have a lovely birthday, you absolute darling~!! <3

Title: Dinosaurs, Strawberries, and Everything Kei Rating: Teen and Up (for swearing) Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji Summary:  In which high school romantic Kuroo struggles with the first Valentine's with a certain hot blonde nerd. Even though Kuroo has no gardening experience whatsoever, gifting his boyfriend some homegrown strawberries shouldn't be too much of a struggle, right? ...Right? (Also on Ao3!)

"Bo, what does Akaashi want for Valentine's?"

Bokuto looked up from his phone at Kuroo, brows furrowing. "What?"

"I asked what Akaashi wants for Valentine's."

Bokuto stared at his roommate, sitting up straight and putting his phone aside. The two were lounging about in their dorm room on the first Saturday of January. "Why do you want to know what my boyfriend wants for Valentine's? Kuroo, are you going to hit on Keiji?"

"No, no, no," Kuroo chuckled, waving away the mere suggestion with his hand. "I think Akaashi would probably shank me with whatever present I'd even think about getting for him. Fortunately--or, maybe unfortunately for him, I'd like to preserve whatever life college hasn't sucked out of me."

"Then, how come you're asking about a gift for him?"

"Not for him, no," Kuroo mumbled, running a free hand through his hair. "I want to get something nice for Kei, but I'm not sure what to get him. I'm looking for ideas."

Bokuto blinked. "Why don't you ask Tsukki what he wants?"

Kuroo grimaced, looking back down at the unfinished drawing for his medical illustration class. "I did."

"And?"

"He doesn't want anything in particular. That's why I was asking you. I mean, aren't you and Akaashi still together despite your occasional blunders? You've gotta be doing something right."

"Hey--" Bokuto protested angrily, chucking a pillow in Kuroo's direction, the latter deflecting it easily with a smirk. "Maybe I shouldn't help you at all, jerk."

"Sorry, sorry," Kuroo bit back a bark of laughter, clearing his throat and swiveling around in his chair to meet eyes with Bokuto. "As the more experienced man in love, please give me your wisdom, oh, wise, Bokuto Koutarou."

Bokuto seemed to swell at the compliment and he hummed, eyes trailing to the ceiling and his hand resting on his chin in thought.

"Well, last Valentine's, I sent Keiji little gifts after each of his classes. Boxes of chocolates, cards, little owl plushies..." he ticked off each item from his fingers, his eyes lighting up with the memory. "But, then Keiji said he didn't want to show me his class schedules anymore because it was too much to clean up afterwards." Bokuto shrugged, deflating a little. "I think we're planning to do something smaller this year."

Kuroo remembered that. It was their second year of university and surprisingly, the three of them had all been accepted to the same school of choice--granted, Bokuto barely ended up getting in through waitlist and sports connections, but Kuroo never brought that up more than two times a week.

Bokuto and Akaashi had been dating for a while by then--the two were slightly insufferable in Kuroo's opinion, but he was definitely happy for his best friend landing the guy he was pursuing for over two years. With three years of anniversaries under their belt, the looks, the presents, and the physical displays of affection only seemed to grow in strength and number as the months passed.

Last year was probably the worst. Bokuto had decided he would go all out on the Valentine's gifts and consequently made friends with at least one person in each of Akaashi's classes who could deliver Bokuto's undying confessions of love. Needless to say, Akaashi was unhappy. Or maybe, Kuroo mused, he was a bit too happy about all the attention. He could still remember the faint pink that tinted the back of Akaashi's neck as the younger man confronted Bokuto, with a firm, "Bokuto-san, for both your sake and mine, please never do that ever again."

"I'm surprised you need my help with this at all." Bokuto continued, cutting Kuroo off from his thoughts. "Weren't you quite the ladies' man back in high school? You gave girls chocolates and stuff for Valentine's, right?"

"I did, but, I want this to be extra special," Kuroo groaned, resting his chin on the back of his chair. "I don't want to just do something I've done before... Kei is special."

Bokuto whistled and it was Kuroo's turn to grab the pillow from the floor and chuck it across the room at his face. "I'm being serious here... this is new to us. Sure, I can get him the usual chocolates and flowers and whatnot, but I'm sure he's expecting that. I want to do something to completely knock him off his feet."

An image of Tsukishima short-circuiting as bright red spread across his cheeks made Kuroo's heart fill up with warmth, and he smiled at the thought. Bokuto seemed to observe him for a while before speaking.

"How about dinosaurs?"

"Nah," Kuroo sighed. "I did a huge dinosaur thing for him on our one-month anniversary. Took him to a museum and got him enough dinosaur related things to fill up his entire closet. It's too soon to repeat that."

"It's only been two months since you started dating."

"Still."

"I don't think Tsukki would be that picky though... is he?"

"Bokuto, I’m that picky for him," Kuroo huffed, blowing upwards to clear some hair out of his face.

"Just make him something then!" Bokuto gestured to the papers on Kuroo's desk. "You can draw him something. That's personal, right?"

Kuroo turned back to stare at the drawings on his desk. As he was pursuing a career in medical illustration, he was taking required courses in both art and in the sciences. Regardless, other than know how to sketch a perfect surgical diagram, Kuroo wasn't entirely sure how to draw anything else. He was more than positive a drawing of a live, beating organ was the furthest thing from romantic.

He picked up his draft of the veins in a human skull and showed it to Bokuto with a mild air of defeat. "Think Kei would like this at all?"

Bokuto squinted at the drawing as if to make out the bits and ends of it before snapping his fingers. "Maybe if it was a dinosaur skull, what about that?!"

Kuroo decided asking Bokuto for Valentine's advice was a bad idea altogether.

  Despite Kuroo's failure to gain any solid advice from his roommate, the following day he admit that a personalized gift wasn't too disastrous. If Kei’s complaints about his cheesiness was any indication, Kuroo had already done plenty of personal things for the blonde. That wasn’t new.

Yet, Kuroo couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t the usual explosion of red and pink hearts, teddy bears, and various assortments of chocolates.

Kuroo sighed, slugging his bag over his shoulder and waving goodbye to his classmates before heading back to his dorm room. It wasn’t as if he was on a time crunch or anything—in fact, he was probably overthinking this too early. Bokuto had even asked him what kind of whipped fool started planning for Valentine’s a month in advance?

Kuroo ran a hand through his hair. Right. This whipped fool. But, it wasn’t as if Bokuto could say anything about it—his and Akaashi’s first anniversary was planned weeks in advance.

As Kuroo stepped outside the building, a cold gust of air blew through the area, sending chills down his spine. It was a mistake wearing his metal studs that morning because now his ears were just as cold as the rest of him. He bundled up a little warmer in his coat and scarf before heading towards the university entrance, thinking about how he would give anything now to cuddle up on the couch with Kei. The younger man was definitely weak to the cold, and being the warmer of the two, Kuroo enjoyed wrapping himself up with his boyfriend to fend off the winter chills.

Unfortunately for Kuroo, Kei was off at the campus greenhouse with other biology majors, fighting the biting winds for the plants there. Kuroo had grumbled that Kei couldn’t fend off winter’s sting himself so him trying to fight it off for others was illogical. Kei rolled his eyes and assured Kuroo that the greenhouse was properly heated so Kuroo didn’t have to worry.

But, Kuroo couldn’t help but worry anyway as the image of a shivering, rosy-cheeked Kei came to mind. He’d have to warm his boyfriend up once they met up in a few days. Kuroo would make sure of it.

Initially, the two had planned to secure an apartment together, but Bokuto had begged Kuroo to stick with him until the end of the academic school year.

People often asked why Bokuto roomed with Kuroo if the former had a boyfriend to go to at the end of the day. Bokuto always flushed bright red, stammering about needing to wait for marriage. Akaashi deadpanned, saying Bokuto was too distracting for his studies. Kuroo wanted to ask in what way was Bokuto distracting, but an icy glare from Akaashi kept his mouth shut.

Of course, Kuroo was happy to do his best friend a favor, but that meant Kei had to endure one semester without his boyfriend’s warmth. Kei had said he was fine and he seemed excited to set up his single room the first week of school.

A single, because after all, Kei wasn’t a people person. The very idea of rooming with anyone other than Kuroo wasn’t feasible for him. So, Kei selected a small apartment down the way, one with a tidy little balcony where he could keep some plants for company. Plants were better than people, after all.

To be honest, Kuroo was certain the blonde would pursue geology with his interest in fossils and archaeology. Either that or something in music. The two seemed a closer fit than biology was, but Kei was always full of surprises. One thing was for certain though—if there was anything Tsukishima Kei enjoyed indiscriminately, it definitely fell into the region of songs or dinosaurs.

Kuroo wondered if he could write Kei a song.

‘A song about dinosaurs?’ a voice in the back of his head meekly asked, and he grimaced, shoving that idea to the side. Maybe some other time. After all, Kuroo wasn’t the best with rhythm or tempo, as much as he enjoyed listening to music, he sure as heck couldn’t keep a beat even if he had a metronome placed right in front of him.

Kuroo grumbled, shoving his hands into the front of his coat pockets and trudging down the street towards his apartment complex. His place wasn’t terribly far from campus, but the extra time to think about a gift idea that would never come was vexing.

Dinosaurs, no. Music, no. Well, maybe, but it was far too late to start something now given he would have to write a song, then practice, then make sure it didn’t sound like it was composed and orchestrated by the elementary school kids down the block.

What else did Kei like? He loved sweets, especially those small strawberry cakes from the bakery on the street corner. Those were his absolute favorites and Kuroo was definitely going to get him that, but he needed something else… something more…

He scratched his head in frustration. Kei was more than dinosaurs or music. He was more than strawberry sweets, and sugar sweet kisses in the early rays of sunlit mornings. He was more than a blonde nerd with glasses—granted, a hot blonde nerd with glasses, but Kuroo digresses. He was more than his interests, his likes, and his passions—his eyes were an ocean Kuroo could get lost in, his laugh was a gift to the heavens, he was more than the small things that put him together—Tsukishima Kei was everything.

Yet, Kuroo couldn’t think of a proper gift for the life of him and felt terribly inadequate. He wanted to give Kei something he worked hard on and thought seriously about—not some cookie cutter formula Valentine’s day gift.

Suddenly, Kuroo stopped, finding his feet rooted to the spot as he heard the jingle of a bell from a nearby shop ring with the opening and closing of the door. He stared at the items on display and it was as if the bud of the most brilliant idea took hold in his mind. Without another thought, Kuroo shuffled over, wrenched the entrance open and walked inside.

  “What’s that?” Bokuto perked up from the magazine he was reading, white and black hair sticking out at odds and ends on his head.

Kuroo beamed, taking off his coat and backpack before heading into their shared living space with his arms wrapped around a bundle of thin plastic. “It’s Kei’s Valentine’s gift!”

Bokuto bounced up from his seat on the floor. “Let me see!”

Kuroo grinned, setting the mess in his hands onto his desk. Slowly and carefully, he undid the wrapping around it revealing—

“Is that a plant?” Bokuto slumped, the excitement draining out of his face. “Man, Tsukki has like a million plants already, you got him another one?”

“It’s not just any plant,” Kuroo retorted, smoothing out some of the baby leaves on the potted beauty. The to-be gift took up nearly half of his desk space. “It’s a strawberry plant, for your information.”

“Where are the strawberries?” Bokuto asked, disbelieving.

“I’m going to grow them.”

Bokuto stared in awe at the plant as if a group of strawberries would suddenly pop up out of the blue on its green stems.

“Wow,” he breathed, staring at the pot with a newfound sense of wonder. “That’s a great idea, Kuroo.”

“I hope so,” Kuroo smiled, looking down at the pot. “I’m not as good with plants as Kei is, but the lady in the store said that this type of plant in particular makes a lot of strawberries so I thought it’d be perfect. We could probably use them the next time we try baking together.”

“Hey,” Bokuto turned to Kuroo, mouth open wide. “Do you think I can do this too?”

“Huh?”

“Gift Keiji a plant!”

Kuroo frowned. “No, dude, get your own, I’m not giving you any of Kei’s strawberries.”

“No, I don’t want any, I meant a rapeseed plant!” Bokuto exclaimed, a sparkle in his eyes. “They’re a part of Keiji’s favorite food!”

“Thank you for the boyfriend trivia I didn’t particularly need to know,” Kuroo responded, shoving Bokuto out of his face. “That’s fine—I think I saw some in the store I went to, you know, the flower shop next to the ramen place.”

“We can grow them together!”

“Sure, as long you don’t take credit for my brilliant idea,” Kuroo hummed, moving the potted plant closer to the window of their room. “Much better than a drawing of the inside of a dinosaur skull, right?”

“Well, actually, I think my idea was fin—”

Kuroo chucked a pillow at Bokuto’s face. “Go get your gift, you idiot.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m on my way!”

With that, Bokuto slipped into his winter gear and headed out the door. Kuroo’s eyes trailed after him before settling back down on the plant in front of him. At this point, the pot was abnormally large in comparison to the small buds poking out of the dirt here and there.

It wasn’t the most extravagant gift in his opinion, but with love and care, he knew Kei would cherish the gift. At least, he hoped.

  Kuroo needed a different gift for Kei and he needed it fast.

He didn’t have a green thumb, he knew this, but he didn’t think he’d be worse than Bokuto Koutarou.

Glancing over at the towering plant on Bokuto’s desk, Kuroo groaned, laying his head in his hands. Through his fingers, he peeked at his strawberry plant, half of which was withered and brown, and half with a bunch of scrawny strawberries under some subpar leaves.

This was a disaster.

Three weeks before Valentine’s, Kuroo wondered if he was doing something wrong.

Two weeks before Valentine’s, Kuroo started investing in fertilizer and searching up home remedies for plants on his laptop.

A week before Valentine’s, Kuroo began looking for other gift options.

It wasn’t like him to quit halfway, but dammit, Mother Nature wasn’t working with him and there was nothing he could do about the forces of the universe cursing his beloved strawberry plant with infertility.

Now that Valentine’s was tomorrow he had no other option than to do something else for his boyfriend.

Bokuto seemed as happy-go-lucky as ever—if anything, even more so than usual. Kuroo wasn’t sure if the change in mood was because of Bokuto’s innate plant caring skills or whatever, but his roommate’s success was making his failure look even more terrible.

Kuroo glared at the plant as if the sharp looks would spur the strawberries to ripen within the span of 24 hours. As if. If whatever he had done before hadn’t worked, it wasn’t going to start working now.

He had poured his entire soul into his gift. Kuroo spent hours trimming away the dying leaves, watering it at set hours of the day, and making sure the plant got enough sunlight even when he would spend the weekend away at Kei’s. It wasn’t as if he didn’t get anything for his efforts. Heck, there were a few small strawberries on the stems, but it was as if he had been granted the Midas touch of turning everything to gold because, damn, the plant was looking mighty yellow.

Granted, Kuroo could probably pop down to a local florist and purchase a strawberry plant that actually had strawberries on them, but then there’d be no heart in the gift. The past month would have been a complete waste of time.

Bokuto wasn’t doing much to help his mood.

“What’d you do?” he probed, looking back and forth from his plant to Kuroo’s.

Kuroo nearly snarled back, letting his face fall onto his keyboard. Bokuto had hardly done anything special for his gift and yet, his plant had grown beautifully vibrant. It had been accidentally dropped, tousled, and Bokuto had even forgotten to water it for days and yet, there it stood, mocking Kuroo from across the room. Kuroo swallowed the lump of bitterness in his throat and mumbled, “Leave me alone.”

Bokuto gave him a sympathetic look that Kuroo pretended not to feel. He scooted his chair closer to observe Kuroo’s plant. “Hey, it’s not all bad! You have some strawberries here!”

Kuroo grunted, gesturing to his laptop screen. Bokuto looked up, reading the information on display.

“Strawberries are in season for the majority of the year, so if any new farmers are looking to plant them, you’re in luck. From late April through Augu—oh.”

“I’m an idiot,” Kuroo sighed.

Bokuto furrowed his brows, typing in something else on the keys after gently shoving Kuroo to the side. “Rapeseed,” he began, once he finished searching. “This crop is often grown as a winter cover crop… no wonder mine was fine! Kuroo, it’s not your fault!”

“Yes, it is, Bo. I was blinded by love and didn’t even check to see when it grows best.”

Laying a hand on Kuroo’s slumped shoulder, Bokuto nodded understandingly. Kuroo would have probably laughed at him and brushed him off if he didn’t feel so miserable. “I get you, man. Love does that.”

“But, what do I do? I have nothing to give him now!”

Bokuto hummed, placing his hands on his hips. “You could go on a double date with us! Keiji and I found this awesome cake place downtown that has some great reviews. I think it’s even better than the one that bakery you always go together with him. We’re planning to go this weekend after Valentine’s so maybe you can make Tsukki a little something to hold him over til then? After all, didn’t Tsukki say he didn’t want anything in particular?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo sighed, a sad smile fitting onto his lips. “I don’t know what I did to deserve him.”

“You’re such a sap,” Bokuto laughed, grinning wide. “I’m sure he’ll love whatever you do for him! And don’t worry about Friday—there’s no way Tsukki won’t like these cakes—they’re fancy wedding cake samples!”

Kuroo choked, looking Bokuto in the eyes for the first time that evening. “Bro, are you—”

Bokuto averted his eyes, red flooding his cheeks. “I… I wanted you to be the first to know.”

“Bro, what the hell, when did you propose?” Kuroo leapt up from his seat, wrapping an arm around his roommate’s shoulders. “Congrats, man! How come this is the first I’m hearing of this?”

Bokuto shrugged, shrinking a little under the praise. Even though he was elated to receive compliments for himself, he always tended to be shy when it came to Akaashi. “You were stressed over your strawberries.”

“Still,” Kuroo nudged Bokuto hard in the ribs. He couldn’t believe he was so stressed about his gift he hadn’t even realized his best friend was getting married. “That kind of news is always welcome. Man, it’s about time!”

Bokuto beamed, pushing Kuroo off him and puffing his chest out proudly. “Anyways! They allow an additional guest and their date to join in cake tasting so you and Tsukki can come!”

Kuroo grinned, his chest feeling lighter already. “I’m sure he’d love that. Does he know?”

“I dunno, Keiji might have told him.”

“I hope not, I want to see the look on his face when he learns we’re going cake tasting,” Kuroo placed his laptop to the side and grabbed a fresh sheet of paper from the pile near his desk. “It sucks that I couldn’t gift him these strawberries, but I think I’m okay with you and Akaashi stealing the spotlight this Valentine’s.”

Bokuto blinked, watching Kuroo select a graphic pencil from his pencil case before turning to type something into his keyboard. “Wait, what are you—”

Smirking, Kuroo turned in his chair to display his screen—a real life drawing of a T-Rex in the images tab. “Think Kei would like some dinosaur skull veins?”

“Kuroo,” Bokuto laughed. “That’s so unromantic.”

  Kuroo fit his checkered dress shirt on and adjusted the collars in the mirror. He spun once to make sure there were no holes in his black jeans before looking back at his reflection with a smile. Nice.

The two were going on a date together after classes. It was hard to find a spare moment on Valentine’s, but they had made it work. Kuroo assured Kei that he would keep it on the down-low and the latter had agreed to a small dinner date at a restaurant the two frequented from time to time.

Kuroo heard the doorbell ring and called out a ‘coming!’ before grabbing the shoulder bag on his and Bokuto’s shared table space before swinging the door open wide.

Kei stood at the entrance, a blue denim jacket wrapped snugly around a casual t-shirt with a black backpack, dark blue jeans on the bottom. The setting sun in the background made Kei’s pale skin almost glow, and Kuroo couldn’t help staring before his boyfriend cleared his throat, hints of pink dusting the tips of his ears. “Kuroo-san.”

“Kei!” Kuroo beamed, moving forward to cup the blonde’s face in his hands and place a light kiss on his lips. “Happy Valentine’s, moonshine.”

“Happy Valentine’s…” Kei looked down, hands hovering over Kuroo’s. Kuroo took the chance to grab them in his own and the two naturally intertwined their fingers together.

“Ready to go?”

Kei blinked, looking not-so-subtlety down at Kuroo’s shoulder bag before glancing back at the apartment. If Kuroo hadn’t known the taller man for years back in high school, he wouldn’t have caught the glint of longing in the golden eyes.

“Something wrong?”

“Ah, nothing,” Kei murmured, adjusting his backpack. “I just thought…”

Kuroo’s silence prompted Kei to continue. The younger man narrowly caught himself about to fiddle with his fingers, but held them a little more stiffly in Kuroo’s hand.

“I just thought the plant thing was your idea.”

Kuroo sputtered, staring incredulously at Kei. “What?”

“I saw Akaashi-san today in the library and he had this plant with him. He said he got it from Bokuto-san, but Bokuto-san, isn’t very good with that stuff so I figured it was something you convinced him to do. When Bokuto-san showed up a bit later, he said something about how you both were growing plants for us.”

Resisting the urge to bury his head into the floor, Kuroo laughed awkwardly, his free hand reaching up to cover his eyes. “Ah, shit. Damn, Bo.”

Kei watched Kuroo with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Kuroo-san?”

“I was planning to take that plant to my grave,” Kuroo sighed, biting his lip nervously. “It… wasn’t… isn’t… didn’t turn out as great as Bokuto’s.”

Now Kei’s eyes were filled with curiosity. He peered back into the dark room, craning his neck to look towards Kuroo’s side of the dorm. “Can I see?”

Kuroo needed to say no. I mean, how could he even show that plant to anyone, let alone the love of his life? It was hideous, and tiny, the disgrace of all farmers and planters out there alike. The abomination should stay clear of the light of day, far away from prying eyes and inquisitive glances.

But, of course, Kuroo couldn’t say no to Tsukishima Kei.

Damn, was he whipped.

“Just a second,” Kuroo grumbled, kicking off his shoes and heading back inside as Kei’s eyes followed him.

Without a closer look at the gift, Kuroo grabbed the potted plant, made his way back out and placed it into his boyfriend’s arms.

Kei took one look at the bundle of shriveled strawberries underneath and paused, expression unreadable. Kuroo winced, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. He couldn’t bring himself to look his boyfriend in the eye. “Ah, well, I really did try, Kei. I really should’ve checked the season—I forgot that planters do that because, well, that only makes sense after a—”

Kuroo was interrupted by a guffaw of laughter. When he looked up, he saw Kei doubled over himself, hand over his mouth in an attempt to contain the mirth, but to no avail. The blonde shook with giggles, trying to keep it together. Kuroo would’ve thought it was adorable if he weren’t so embarrassed.

“Kei, c’mon, don’t make fun of me, you know I tried berry hard,” Kuroo offered weakly, a smile growing on his own face.

“Oh, my, god, Tetsurou, stop,” Kei choked, holding onto his sides for dear life. Kuroo snickered, sidling over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Stop or what? You’ll leaf me?”

“Tetsurou,” Kei tried keeping his voice straight this time, but it was easy to detect the cracks. Kuroo smirked.

“C’mon, Kei, you know I’ll always be a pot of your life,” Kuroo wiggled his eyebrows.

“God, please, stop,” Kei huffed, wiping tears out of his eyes and pushing his boyfriend back in a way Kuroo knew was playful. “You’re the worst.”

“But, I’m yours?”

Kei exhaled, finally collecting himself enough to roll his eyes with conviction. Kuroo chuckled, burrowing his face into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

God, he was embarrassed. But, it was definitely worth it to hear Kei’s angelic laughter.

“This,” Kei spoke up, clearing his throat and gesturing to the flower pot held between them. “Is probably the worst thing I’ve seen in my entire life.”

“Damn,” Kuroo said, snapping his fingers. “Bokuto said I should’ve gifted you a dinosaur skull for Valentine’s. Should’ve listened to him—that was probably a better idea than a half-dead plant.”

Tsukishima paused, giving Kuroo a wary look. “A what?”

“No, not a real dinosaur skull stolen from a museum or someplace—a drawing of the inside of one like I do for my illustration classes,” Kuroo snickered, holding up the product in his hand and handing it to Kei. “It’s not that great, to be completely honest, as no one really knows what the veins inside a dinosaur skull looks like, anyways.”

Kei looked down at the drawing in his hands, his mouth agape as if looking for words to say. Kuroo paused, staring at his boyfriend in confusion. “Wait, don’t tell me you actually really like it that much?”

As if on cue, Kei’s cheeks burst into color and he shook his head, huffing angrily and refusing to meet Kuroo’s eyes directly. “No, that’s ridiculous. Please don’t talk nonsense Kuroo-san.”

“Aw, Kei,” Kuroo leaned in closer, a knowing smile on his lips. “You can be honest with me. What happened to ‘Tetsurou?’”

Kei seemed to burst into flames at the statement, but instead of responding, he placed the flower on the floor and dug into his backpack, pulling out a wrapped, medium-sized box that he shoved at Kuroo’s chest.

Kuroo blinked, taking the gift tentatively. After trying to make eye contact with Kei for half a minute, he slowly peeled back the tape, undid the binding, and lifted the lid.

The smell hit him first. A smell of roses or wisteria or jasmine—to be completely honest, Kuroo couldn’t tell too well. The bottom of the box was lined with an assortment of dried flowers, half of which Kuroo couldn’t place. There was what looked to be a tie wrapped in light red tissue paper to the right and a greeting card on the left.

Wordlessly, Kei grabbed the box so that Kuroo could dig through its contents without worrying about dropping anything. Kuroo’s eyes flicked up to meet with Kei’s for half a moment before they dropped back down to the present. He was so happy. So damn happy.

Kuroo took the tie first, unwrapping it to reveal what would be a plain black tie except for the fact that it was covered with images from periodic table of elements. He laughed, taking the cloth to his neck and lifting an eyebrow in Kei’s direction. “Aw, moonshine, you shouldn’t have. Now, I’ll definitely get into grad school. When I go for my interview, I’m sure they’ll instantly accept me with this!”

Kei smirked, “Or they’ll instantly erase all contact with you after finding out you’re a giant nerd, who knows.”

“Mean,” Kuroo smiled, knowing it was all in good fun. He gently placed the tie back into the box. “I’ll cherish it.”

Kei didn’t respond, merely looking back down at the contents of the gift once more. Kuroo took that as an invitation to continue.

He took the card into his hands, but nearly fell over his own feet catching an item that slipped out of it. After he had firmly grasped it, Kuroo looked closer to find a pair of earrings.

“That…” Kei spoke quietly. “Was Yamaguchi’s idea. You know how he is about jewelry so he wouldn’t let it go after I told him about the idea. If you don’t like it, I can always take it back. I’m sure Yamaguchi can sell it in his store somehow.”

“What are you saying, Kei,” Kuroo breathed, running a finger over the sleek metal exteriors. “These are perfect.”

And, indeed they were. One side was designed like a black cat, with a tuft of hair off to the side of its face. It reminded him terribly of himself and likewise, the other side, a golden moon that shone brilliantly in the last rays of the setting sun reminded him of the most important person in his life.

Kuroo looked up, and Kei found himself stammering. “D-don’t cry!”

“I’m not!” Kuroo responded, rubbing his eyes with his free hand and clutching the earrings with the other. “This is… this is wow. Kei, you designed these?”

“Not entirely,” Kei mumbled. “I had help. To be honest, my first Valentine’s gift wasn’t that great either.”

As if to prove a point, Kei grabbed the card out of the box and handed it to Kuroo. After placing the earrings back into the box, Kuroo took the card and opened it.

What he saw inside made him burst into laughter. Kei’s ears went bright red and he distracted himself by shutting the box with the gifts inside.

On the inside of the card, there was a short letter wishing Kuroo well for grad school but, right next to it was a large drawing of a fish. Or at least, Kuroo thought it was a realistic-looking picture of a fish’s veins with black and gold lettering around it that said: “I’m your biggest fin!”

“Oh my god, Kei, how long did it take you to draw this?”

Kei flushed. “It’s lame, I know! Don’t laugh.”

“But, moonshine, you just gave me a pun, how am I not supposed to laugh?”

Kei pouted, glaring down at the floor.

“Don’t be mad, Kei, this is the best card I’ve ever gotten.”

Kuroo fought back the last of his laughter as he shut the card and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “I’m so happy you thought of me and drew something that I enjoy doing.”

“Don’t lie,” Kei huffed, but let himself relax into Kuroo’s touch. “I’m a biology major, not an art major. It was a bad idea.”

“Really, I mean it! I’m glad you’re my biggest fin.”” Kuroo said, pulling back and flashing Kei a smile. “Beats the dinosaur drawing I made you.”

“At least yours looks like a dinosaur.”

“At least my inedible strawberries made you laugh.”

Kei snickered, looking back at the pot next to their feet. “Hey, some of those look edible. It was… thoughtful of you. We’re both not the best at baking so it’s fine to have experimental strawberries for the next time we do.”

“When’s that, Kei?” Kuroo crooned, leaning forward.

“Whenever, I guess,” Kei responded through the red that spread across his cheeks.

Kuroo grinned, threading their fingers together once more. “Well, now that our disastrous gift giving is over, shall we go get dinner? Afterwards, we can get some dessert at that bakery you love. Consider that an apology for the strawberry tragedy I created.”

Kei hummed as if considering the options. “Alright, I’ll forgive you if the strawberry shortcake is good.”

“You said it’s always good the last time we went there, didn’t you?”

Kei shrugged. “You never know, Kuroo-san.”

“Tetsurou.”

Kei glanced over at Kuroo, honey meeting golden. The younger man’s expression seemed to soften. “Tetsurou.”

“God, Kei, you’re going to kill me,” Kuroo groaned, turning away. “I’m going to put our stuff away.”

He picked up the plant from the floor along with the box and returned it inside, but before he stepped back out, he paused at the kitchen counter. “Hey, Kei?”

Kei popped his head into the doorway.

“Come here for a sec.”

“What is it? I thought we were going to go eat?”

Kuroo smirked, gesturing for Kei to sit at the stool. His boyfriend removed his shoes and went to do so without further complaint.

“Now, close your eyes.”

“Tetsurou, pleas—”

“Close them!”

Kei sighed, closing his eyes. Kuroo leaned forward and cupped his hands around Kei’s ears. Before Kei could question what he was doing, Kuroo pulled back, marveling at his handiwork. “Alright, you can open them now.”

Kei opened his eyes to find Kuroo beaming at him. “Kuroo-san, what—”

There was a glint near his boyfriend’s face and Kei saw Kuroo’s left ear had the golden moon placed perfectly in his earlobe. When he looked at the right ear though, there was nothing to be seen.

It only took a minute for it to click before Kei reached for his right ear and found the black cat. “Kuroo-san, wait, these are—”

“I’m more than positive Yamaguchi would have wanted us to share these,” Kuroo winked, adjusting his shoulder bag and making his way out the door. “Unless you don’t want me as your right hand man, or rather, right ear man?”

Kei flushed, getting up from his seat and reluctantly reaching out a hand to take Kuroo’s. “You’re such a sap.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Kei hummed, looking down at their feet as Kuroo went to lock the door behind them. “Speaking of things you’ve heard, did you hear Akaashi-san is getting married?”

“Yeah, Bokuto told me the other day! I hope your weekend is free for some wedding cakes!”

“I’ll have to see,” Kei teased, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought before turning to Kuroo. “But, I’ll probably be able to make it.”

“You better be,” Kuroo laughed, gripping their hands tighter together as they left the building. “Cause one day we’ll be the ones buying them.”

“Wha—Kuroo-san!”

Kuroo smiled, giving Kei a small peck on the side of his lips. “In time, I mean.”

“That…” Kei’s cheeks shone a brilliant red, and he looked away as the cold winter air swirled around them. “That would be nice.”

Kuroo felt his heart could burst at any moment. He giggled, unable to contain the pure joy that threatened to drown him from within. He peppered the side of Kei’s face with kisses as the blonde yelped and swat him away.

The two made their way towards the restaurant together hand in hand, talking about strawberry pastry recipes they would try out the next free day they had. The moon glistened in the sky, making their earrings shine brightly.

Sure, their first Valentine’s hadn’t gone too smoothly, but that was alright. They had many more to come. Despite Kuroo’s obvious horticultural mishap, Kei didn’t think any less of him. In fact, Kei had tried to do something similar for him, and Kuroo couldn’t be happier. Dinosaurs, strawberries, music, or whatnot, Kei was his and his alone. As the stars speckled the world above them, and their hands came together as one, Kuroo knew he wouldn’t trade away their first for the world.

He hoped Kei felt the same.

[junotrash-blog]

AU ; Chapter 1

Pairing(s) :  Main ; Kuroo/Reader, Slight Bokuto/Akaashi

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

"The renowned billionaire and founder of the Nekoma group, Kuroo Tetsuro, had caught a group of robbers in the National bank of Karasuno."

You stared up at the old television hanging on the wall of the cafe you work in, a bored look on your face. You are a waiter at the cafe. All you had to do is clean the tables and serve drinks or cakes to the customers. The busy cafe is located nearby the university you are studying in so most customers are obviously, college students. Black Cat is the name of the cafe much to your confusion since the cafe isn't related to cats at all but you brush the thought off anyway. People likes to call the cafe, the 'hotspot' since the place have free wifi. 

"Kuroo Tetsuro is at it again, isn't he?" Your manager popped up from behind you, her gaze went to the TV screen as well. You nodded, wiping the table with a cloth, set it down then wipe your forehead with the back of your hand. "A great man he is. Tall, handsome, smart and look at that smirk of his. No wonder girls flock like pigeons."

"But didn't he killed his parents six years ago?" You brought up the topic that everyone has been debating for years. Did Kuroo really murdered his parents? Some said that he was framed while some said that he killed for the money. Your manager sighed, shaking her head.

"It can't be."

"Well, we never know." You shrugged, taking the cloth that you used to wipe the table and walk to back of the counter, placing it in a bucket filled with clean water. The black apron tied around your waist moved with the movement of each of your steps. It's already five fifty five in the afternoon and a few more minutes is going to be the end of your shift. The thought of having to go to class tomorrow made your mood worsen. But on the bright side, one more year and you'll graduate from college and finally get a real job. You're twenty one for goodness's sake, an adult.

"___, your shift ended, you can go now!" A co-worker of yours called out, poking their head from  the staff room. You nodded, walking over to where you placed your bag, just behind the counter, removing the apron you wore and fold it neatly, putting it into your bag.

"I'll be off then. See you tomorrow afternoon." You told your manager before stepping out of the cafe, bag in hand.

Making your way to your apartment, you looked up at the street lights, the only source of light in the area, stopping on your tracks for a moment.

Why do you feel as if you are being watched?

A shiver ran up your spine at the thought. Could it just be your imagination? Maybe you watched too much horror yesterday that it made you paranoid. Your hand gripped on the bag tightened, gathering the courage to turn around. Only to see no one. Weird. You thought, turning back to the road in front of you. Continue to walk down the dimly lit road, you pulled out your phone to check if you had any message. 

One message.

Yahaba 1 : 47

gonna go out with some friends so no one's at the apartment

might be back at 11 or midnight 

_____ 19 : 01

alright

dont tell me you're going to that bar with your old volleyball team?

Yahaba 19 : 04

geez, took you long enough to reply and yeah, the third years, Kindaichi, Kunimi  and Watari are coming

_____ 19 : 04

Aww, Kyoken-chan isnt coming? Little Yahaba is going to be sad..

Yahaba 19 : 04

for the last time i dont like him

I dont even swing that way

_____ 19 : 05

Who knows ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yahaba 19 : 07

omg i hate that face

anyway i gotta go now 

 Yahaba and you are roommates for the past two years. He's a year younger than you and is studying to be a veterinarian much to your surprise. He seems to suit more on the business course, like you. You dreamt of opening a business of your own one day. To earn enough money to travel around the world deapite having the abilities to travel anywhere you want. But you wanted to do it the normal way. Your abilities scare you so you kept it hidden at all cost and will only use it if really needed to.

In this world, people with supernatural powers are uncommon but nonetheless, they exist. Most decided to show it off, in a bad way. They would do crime and do whatever they want, thinking that they are above the normal humans. Until Kuroo Tetsuro came into view. The man has no powers yet he was able to beat the crap out of those supernatural criminals.

You placed your phone in your pocket as you continue to make your way back to your apartment. Noticing a blockade on the road, you raised a brow, wondering what's going on. Is there a construction going on that you didn't know? The streets are quiet with no signs of construction going on so why..

..who gives a crap anyway? Your apartment is closeby and you want to take a rest. You're going to walk pass that stupid blockade no matter wha-

A hand went to cover you mouth before you could let out a scream. The person pulled you into an alleyway, wrapping their arms around you, shushing you. 

"Mmff bmmffr!" Struggling in the grip of your captor, your hands went to grab their arm, trying to get away.

"Can't you see the road blockage?" A voice hissed and you froze. It belonged to a man, "That area is a do not enter zone right now, you should already learn that in school."

"Mmmh..mmh!?" You tried to say, wanting to look up to see his face but can't. Your back is facing him and all you see is the dirty wall in front of you.

The man sighed, "Promise me you're not gonna scream. Or you'll ruin the case and alert those bastards."

You nodded and he hesitantly pulled his hand away just in case you're going to scream.

"What's going on?" You asked, turning around to face the man. You couldn't clearly see his face much to your disappointment. The alley was too dark but you can make out how tall he is and that piercing hazel eyes.

"You're about to walk into a gang turf, lady." He answered, his voice husky. 

"The hell are you talking about? I lived there and there's no sign of any gang activities in the area."

"They're the 'quiet type' of gang so that explains why you are unaware about this. We just discovered their whereabouts yesterday." He said, "Besides, one more step and you're on your way to the black market."

"Who are you anyway? You're not a police so you don't have the right to-"

"Kuroo Tetsuro."

You paused, blinking.

"What?"

"And here I thought I'm famous enough that everyone'll recognize me. I guess I was wrong." The man who you now found out is the one and only Kuroo Tetsuro, turned on his flashlight, pointing the light at his face then yours making you squint your eyes, turning away from the blinding light, "Hey, you're kinda cute."

You hissed, swatting the flashlight away from your face, "Why should I believe that you're really Kuroo Tetsuro? You might be one of those Specials who can shape shift."

He turned off the flashlight and let out a dramatic gasp, motioning to his hair,  "How can you not recognize this awesome hair?"

"Ah, the badly groomed hair."

"It's my bedhead, sweetie," He gave you a wink in which you huffed in return, grumbling a swear word under your breath, "Also, If they are able to shape shift, you can simply just knock them out. They'll return to their normal form." 

Riiiiiinngg

The sound of someone's phone rang and Kuroo pulled out his phone from the pocket of his pants, answering the call and placed the phone to his ear.

"What is it, Kenma? What?", A pause. Kuroo's gaze went from you then to the opening of the alleyway, "Yeah, there's a woman with me..They noticed we're outside?!...one is heading towards my direction? Hah? A Special? Fuck then. Alright. I'll try."

The call ended and Kuroo's face distorted from calm to annoyed, shoving the phone back and pulled out-

A gun.

A yelp escaped your lips ,raising your hands up as reflex, backing away from him, "W-what-what-"

"I'm not gonna shoot you, calm down." Kuroo suddenly motioned for you to keep quiet and you tensed up, nodding, lowering your hand. The sound of footsteps quickly approached the alley the two of you are in. The twenty three years old ran out of his hiding place to confront the escaped criminal with you following him.

A hot flash breezed past you, hitting a lamppost, causing the bulb to explode and the pole to bend. Was that..fire? Craning your neck, you saw the lamp post burst into flames.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! Fight me!!" A middle aged man, possibly insane who looked like he crawled out from some sewer, screamed his lungs out, his hands covered in flames. 

"Great, a crazy guy who can shoot fireballs out from his hands." Kuroo groaned, aiming his gun at the man's leg, trying not to hit any vital organ so he could take the man to the police station, alive. "You should run away as far as you can, lady. Wouldn't want that pretty face to get burn." Out of the corner of your eye, the fire shooting man was about to shoot another flaming bullet at Kuroo, taking this chance to burn the Nekoma's founder to crisp.  

"Watch out!" You pushed Kuroo away, the ball of fire quickly approaching you, ready to engulf anything in it's path to flames.

"Holy fuck."

You heard Kuroo whispered and you opened your eyes to see that you have teleported a few meters away from the flames. 

"You got a Special with you? Who is she, your girlfriend?" The man growled, "I thought you hate Specials, Kuroo." 

Kuroo got back to his senses, pointing his gun at the man once again, "I hate Specials who commit crime."

BANG

"Whew, that was easier than I thought." Kuroo sighed in relief, lowering his gun. The man was on the ground, a bullet to his chest. He didn't mean to kill him but he didn't care anyway. The man had crossed the line between sane and absolutely unstable. Even if he took the guy to the police station, he would try to escape and kill more people. Now that this problem is solved, he wanted an explanation on why you didn't tell him in the first place that you are a Special. Kuroo's gaze fell on you, expecting an instant explanation only to meet with your unconscious body lying on the cold and rough road.

"Hey, lady. If you're trying to act dead to avoid answering my questions.." Kuroo walked over to you, crouching down, "...you seriously fainted? I thought Specials are strong."

[aomineavenue]

Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 004. confrontations

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

↩ no other choice | confrontations | confessions  ↪

"Why did you leave mommy?" He cries out once more, stomping his feet before taking a step back as he sends a glare towards the man kneeling before him through his tears. "Why didn't you want Hiro and me? Was it because I was a bad baby?" 

Leaving the twins with your mother, the five of you (you, Asuma, Bokuto, Reiji and Shizuma), left the room to have a conversation about what had come to light.

The encounter the twins had with their father without anyone realizing it. Not even Shizuma who had been present at every other training session, where Atsumu was in attendance as well, aside from the recent one where Hiro had collapsed. He had the knowledge of their father's name being Atsumu, but he just shrugged it off, thinking it was a mere coincidence and the man that the twins, Hiro, especially, had grown close to, was just simply Bokuto's teammate, and not their actual father. He, of course, felt somewhat, responsible, because he hadn't realized it sooner. Especially since he had met their father's brother at least twice before the twins had pointed out the obvious similar features of their friend to the man you had reached out to.

"Are we seriously going to ignore the fact that they met their father?"

Reiji smacks Asuma on the head with a frown, "Calm down, idiot. We get it, you didn't have to have such an outburst like that." 

"I'm disappointed in you, Asuma." Shizuma sighs sadly with a shake of his head, "And in front of the children, you better pray that Hiko doesn't start using such foul language." 

Asuma waves his hand dismissively before rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head with his palm to soothe the ache, "I get smacked twice."

"Wait, so let me get this right," Bokuto starts, still confused with what has gone down, "Atsumu is their father? And they don't know about it?" 

"Yeah," Osamu answers for you, "nor does Atsumu, so you better keep this a secret Bo. Don't go around telling this to the others." 

Bokuto raises his hands in defence, "I won't. This is a serious matter, it's not my place." 

"Thank you, Bo…" you mumble, giving him a sad smile, "I'm sorry you've been dragged into this."

"So," Reiji starts, "What are you going to do now? Since none of us, not even Osamu is a match—"

You cut your friend off, "I know, Rei. I know what needs to be done."

Panic.

That was the emotion coursing through your veins as you fidgeted in your seat. You didn't want to imagine the worst case scenario, but putting the puzzle pieces together, it made sense that the outcome you were imagining will soon become a reality. 

You hadn't wanted to agree to Atsuhiko's demands of spending the day with Bokuto all of a sudden, since it was peculiar to you that he wanted to spend his day away from his brother but you also wanted to have him by your side during the day as he usually would stay with Reiji during the night since he wasn't able to stay in the hospital to look after his brother with you and your mother. But your mother had persuaded you that it was best that Atsuhiko left the suffocating white walls of the hospital to at least live his childhood. She was right, the hospital was no place for a kid. And she even pointed out that probably seeing his brother was only upsetting him more. 

So you gave in, allowing Bokuto to take Atsuhiko wherever he wanted for the day to help cheer up the little boy whose mood you had noticed drastically dropped before he demanded to leave the hospital with his Uncle Bo. You were clueless, to say the least. Until you received a text from the volleyball player.

You felt uneasy when Atsuhiko left, and you really didn't know why there was this nagging sensation growing in the back of your head. It wasn't as if you didn't trust Bokuto, but something was bothering you. It wasn't until you started questioning everyone in the room as to why Bokuto would even bring Atsuhiko to the sports complex after you had received the text. A part of you wanted to think positive, not wanting to doubt Bokuto's actions. He wasn't going to tell Atsumu was he? Nor did Atsuhiko actually know. Well, that is, until Atsuhiro shared vital information that his brother left the room earlier when the rest of you decided to talk. 

It could only mean one thing. 

Atsuhiko decided it was the best time to use his new irritating habit, eavesdropping. You were furious, to say the least. At your mother, who you had asked to watch over the two while the other adults went out to talk. Yet, she didn't deny her actions and it made you even furious. Somehow, you knew this was her form of meddling. 

You knew your mother wanted it to happen. For Atsuhiko to eavesdrop, to know everything that he shouldn't at the time. You more so, wanted to strangle her. For such a mischievous act, and for allowing a six year old to leave the room to venture out in the large hospital where he could have easily gotten lost. 

Now there you were, fidgeting nervously in the front seat of Reiji's car. A mixture of emotions coursing through your veins and a part of you realizes, you had never been so stressed like this before.

"Hey," you hear Osamu mumble behind you from the passenger seat, placing a hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, "calm down, I'm sure it's not what you're thinking." 

You shake your head at him, keeping your gaze locked ahead at the sight of the sports complex coming into view, "You don't know my son. He may be six years old, but—"

"Let's say he does know Atsumu is his father," Reiji cuts you off, keeping his gaze on the road as he maneuvers the vehicle into the complex's parking space, easily finding an empty parking slot near the complex's entrance, "Would it be so bad?" 

"Yes—No. I don't know," you let out a sigh as you unbuckle your seatbelt, "I just didn't want him to find out that way. He must be so upset." The three of you climbed out of the vehicle and approached the large building, your heart beating rapidly in your chest the closer you got to their whereabouts. This isn't how you imagine meeting Atsumu again after six years. "I just hope Atsuhiko doesn't do anything that might—"

"Why didn't you want us?"

The voice of your son snaps your attention, eyes widening and heart clenching at the pain evident in his voice as he spoke those words you'd never would have thought would escape from your own son's lips. You couldn't seem to bring your legs to move, your eyes landing on your little boy and Atsumu in the middle of the court. No. This wasn't happening. 

"What?" Atsumu asks, completely bewildered at the little boy's sudden outburst. "What are you talking about bu—"

"Why did you leave mommy?" He cries out once more, stomping his feet before taking a step back as he sends a glare towards the man kneeling before him through his tears. "Why didn't you want Hiro and me? Was it because I was a bad baby?" 

Atsumu frowns as he listens, not really understanding what the little boy rambled about. "I don't know what you mean, buddy. I don't have kids."

"You do!" He cries, the atmosphere growing thick as the occupants of the complex could only watch with curiosity and worry. "You le—left mommy! You didn't want us! You don't want us! Why?" His sobs growing louder, his words becoming incoherent due to his distress. He croaks between sobs and sniffles, "'m good! Good baby…" he grumbles. 

Atsumu was speechless, he didn't know what was happening. Why did Atsuhiko think he was his father? Sure, Atsumu had his fair share of women but he was always careful, especially due to his career. He couldn't possibly afford to give it up for a family. At least not right now. 

He's left there, guilt and sadness radiating off of him, only being able to watch the little boy break down in tears as his speech becomes incoherent due to the emotional distress. He lets his orbs scan the little boy's features, sure—he's spent a lot of time with the little boy and he was quite fond of him, especially his twin brother, Atsuhiro, but he never really took the time to study their features, since it never really mattered to him. Well, that is, until now.

Could he have fathered a child without realizing it? Or in this case, twins? That couldn't be possible, he had always been careful. If that were true, wouldn't their mother have come barging back in his life demanding financial support from his side since the women he had been with only wanted him for popularity and even the wealth he had received since he had gotten a stable income since joining a professional team?

However, until today, when Atsuhiko claimed him as his father, spouting information he didn't know whether to believe or not, staring at the crying child before him, sure—there were similarities here and there, but that still couldn't be true. This was a kid! How could a six year—

Six years old.

"Wait," the voice in his head screams as realization crashes down on him like a tsunami wave in the raging seas during a heavy storm. "No, it can't—"

"Atsuhiko."

The little boy stiffens from hearing your voice while Atsumu furrows his brows in confusion, somehow recognizing your voice. You stay rooted to your spot as you await for Atsumu to turn his attention over to you. It took him a while, but he meets your gaze eventually. 

He examines your features thoroughly, blinking ever so often to check if what he was seeing was reality. He wasn't seeing a ghost, was he? A second later his eyes widen and he feels a surge of emotions wash over him. Anger. Love. Pain. Remorse. What made it worse is that he notices his twin brother standing behind you and his anger amplifies and he feels betrayed. What the fuck is going on?

You avert your gaze, your orbs landing on your son's mop of hair but you were afraid. Afraid to approach and be at such a close distance to the man that was practically radiating anger towards your direction. So once more, you try to capture your son's attention.

"Atsuhiko," you call out, your voice croaking from the raw emotions, "Come here, baby. Let's go home."

The little boy lets out an angry cry, his glare still on the man before him as he speaks between sobs. Ignoring his mother, he meets Atsumu's gaze with his pleading ones, tears still running freely down his now tear-soaked cheeks as he cries out once more, his tone frustrated from the lack of explanation, "Why!"

Atsumu retracts the glare he was sending your way, returning his gaze back to the little boy before him. Before he could reach out, you had suddenly found your way behind Atsuhiko to pull him away from Atsumu, keeping your gaze on only your son, wanting to avoid the man you've been dreading to see again. "Hiko, it's time to go." 

The little boy feels dejected from not hearing any answers from Atsumu, tearing his gaze away to look down at his feet, his shoulders slumping and you feel your heart break. This isn't how you wanted your sons to know about their father, nor the other way around. Is this what hell felt like? The weight that had been resting on your shoulders the past six years only seemed to intensify at this very moment, the air becoming suffocating. You really wanted to leave. 

As you were about to leave with your hands resting on Hiro's shoulders in comfort, Atsuhiko squirms himself away from you, returning to his previous position to face the man he's come to know as his father, tears still escaping the corners of his eyes. "W—" 

"Hiko, sto—" 

Atsumu interrupts the both of you this time, his eyes meeting yours and it sends a shiver down your spine from the intensity of his gaze, "I didn't know." The little boy's lower lip quivers as he finally hears him speak. Atsumu shifts his gaze to the little boy looking at him in confusion, "I didn't know about you or Atsuhiro, your mother never told me." 

The air in your lungs gets knocked out from his words and the guilt finally overwhelms you, the muscles in your shoulders growing tense. Before you could react and grab Atsuhiko to retreat, your little boy turns to you. Was it possible for a child to feel such betrayal for his age? The look in his face was enough for you to crack, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cry out apologies. 

"I hate you!" He cries out before tearing his gaze away from you, rushing out of the complex as your heart shatters completely. Reiji immediately rushing after Atsuhiko and you were about to do the same if it were not for Atsumu's grip around your wrist. 

“What the fuck is going on?” you hear his voice, both anger and pain laced in his tone, “Tell me, right now.” 

The grip around your wrist tightens slightly and from the corner of your eye, you notice Osamu ready to help you escape the situation but you shoot it down with a shake of your head, something about the other twin’s actions oddly familiar. Prying your hand away from his grip, wincing slightly from the pressure of his fingers. “I’m sorry…” you trail off in a mumble as you avoid looking back to meet his desperate pleading gaze, slowly walking off towards the exit where your son had rushed out moments ago, “but my son is more important than this. Excuse me.” 

There was always something captivating about you that often drifted Atsumu's thoughts over to the memories of you that he treasured and at the same time, that haunted him to no end. To him, it was beautiful. Whether it was your smile or how you looked after him, it was comforting.

It was warm.

Those memories seemed to be more frequent the past couple of days since Akari had reached out to him, the ‘biggest gossip that you’ll ever want to hear!’ according to his old high school flame. Or rather, his two days high school flame. She was quick to send a picture of you back home and he didn’t want to believe it at first, but the next photo she had took when she followed you discreetly, was of you standing in front of your old home, looking at his family home sending chills through his spine. He, of course, still didn’t want to believe it due to Akari’s horrendous photography skills. The photo itself wasn’t clear enough for him if it was really you, despite something in the back of his head telling him it really was. 

Atsumu didn’t know what to feel, it’s been years but somehow, you still had an impact on him. He was irritated, he hated being this confused. It’s been years since he had seen you, since you had left him without a goodbye. However, despite the mixture of pain in his feelings, he had instantly dropped everything that he was doing that day and rushed back home to Hyōgo, not really caring what he was getting himself into or what the outcome may be when the two of you see each other once again. Was he going to confront you? Demand answers he had been yearning to know of since your disappearance? Or, was it just because he missed you and to apologize for his appalling and ridiculous behaviour? 

He knows where he went wrong, knows he was the one at fault without his brother pointing it out to him but he was too much of a prideful bastard to admit it. Prideful? Maybe more like a coward. He was a coward. He remembers the last day he saw you, the last time he saw your face. It was sewed in his memories, haunting him. He wanted to push Akari off of him that day, wanted to apologize for what he did but unfortunately, he didn’t. The sight of your torn broken features screaming at him in his mind for his stupidity. The last smile you gave him, mocked him in not only his dreams but in moments during the day where his mind drifted off to thoughts of you. It was an irritating occurrence that repeated at least twice a day. He did that to you.

Stupidity. 

His actions tortured him to no end, this made him want to focus more on his training. Volleyball, whether it were to be fun at times or stressful, it was now the only thing he can call his safe haven. It was the only thing that kept him sane. It wasn't you, though.

However, despite the conflicting feelings, he didn’t need to think twice and rushed back home—only to be disappointed at the fact that no one was home. You were once again, gone. And it frustrated him even more to be left without a single clue or trace of where you could possibly be.

Atsumu realized his love for you, a little too late. He had been preoccupied with his new arm candy that he had not realized your absence until Osamu had pointed it out to him. 

It wasn't as if he had ignored you for his new girlfriend, to him, he was simply doing the both of you a favor. The two of you had entered uncharted waters during the start of your second years and he wasn't going to lie, he loved it. To Atsumu, it was bliss. You gave him peace. You were the warmth that he had always yearned for. But the fear of something going wrong nagged him to no end. He hadn't realized it then, but he soon figured out he was the reason that his fears had came true.

During his second year, he found himself struggling. Between his studies and volleyball training, he lost track of the times he often forgot to take care of himself. It was stressful. He often lashed out, at his family and friends—you, especially. He often released his built up anger to you because you tried your hardest to be there for him, to remind him of the reality that he needed to face. He was pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion and if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been able to bounce back every now and then. 

He had taken you for granted, he realized. To Atsumu, it wasn't as if he was using you. No, it didn't seem like it to him. 

He knows deep down inside, that he genuinely cared for you. He remembers every detail of the times the two of you shared such intimacy. He remembers how your lips would feel against his own or his skin, sometimes, due to his emotions heightened from everything, it was as if he could still feel your lips lingering against his skin. He often wondered if he had become delusional from the moment he realized of your absence. Back then, he thought it was possible since the person who became his rock was no longer there to keep him in check. 

He felt stupid, but at the same time, he grew angry at you for leaving him. And as years passed by, your absence only intensified his anger, making him hate you even more. Or at least he thought he did. He did rush back to his hometown thinking he was able to see you again. At first he thought the Gods were against him, that this was his punishment for treating you badly but at the sight of you before him now, he didn’t know what to feel or think. 

Was he relieved to see you alive? Angry that you had the audacity to show yourself? And why the fuck were you with his brother? Did Osamu know of your whereabouts this whole time and was just lying to his face? More importantly, why was some kid asking such questions? Could he actually be the father of the twins he had grown fond of? 

Was he the father to your kids? 

However, his anger had won him over. He was angry for your disappearance, even more so for the questions you left unanswered. He was done feeling like this. Why was he being left out in the dark? Did he not deserve to know if he was actually a father? How was this any fair to him? And even if he was the father, how could you lie to the kids about him? 

“...but my son is more important than this. Excuse me.” 

No, fuck that. His emotions taking over his actions, he needed those answers now. He followed you almost instantly, pushing his brother off of him who had tried to stop him from following your retreating form. He had even ignored the protests coming from various teammates. No one could stop him, his anger making him desperate. 

Before you could exit the complex completely, he stops you in the main lobby, pulling you by the elbow to face him once more, the sight of fear evident in your features was enough for him to retract his grip but he made no indication that he was willing to drop his actions, he made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to let you go unless you answered his questions. 

“Don’t you think I deserve to have my questions answered?” he demands, his voice loud yet, you could almost hear his voice cracking. No, you definitely weren’t imagining it. 

You let out a sigh, taking a step back from his proximity. “It’s not that you don’t deserve answers, Atsumu. It’s just that right now, Atsuhiko’s feelings matter mo–” 

“And what about my feelings?” he snaps, the crack in his voice growing more evident and you couldn’t help but let a lump form in the back of your throat, “What about me, huh? Have you ever stopped to think these past six years about my feelings? Had I not mattered to you at all? Was everything we’ve shared meant nothing to you?” 

What was he going on about? His feelings? What about yours? You wanted nothing more than to snap back, sensing your own anger growing within you from the hurtful words that left his lips. You wanted to scream at him, tell him how all you ever did back then was think of his feelings. If he wanted answers, did he even stop to consider your yearning for answers yourself? 

However, before you could let your emotions get the best of you, you were reminded of your little boy who had been crying his heart out. The memory of Atsuhiko’s painful words, pulling you back into reality. 

“Like I said,” Spinning around to face the exit of the complex once more, you repeat your earlier words, “Atsuhiko’s feelings matter more right now. I have to go.” 

The anger in Atsumu seemed to intensify at how you brushed him off, making him snap, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Those kids probably aren’t even mine. You should really stop lying to those poor kids about their fa–” 

Smack. 

Before he could finish his sentence, you had already spun around and sent your hand flying across his cheek, the force sending your palm into a stinging sensation as the impact echoed throughout the walls of the deserted main lobby. The sight of his shock features were not enough to satisfy you for his accusations, you wanted to give him a piece of your mind. How dare he? 

“Are you implying I’m some sort of slag?” you croak, feeling your chest tighten. You scoff from his lack of reply, shaking your head at him in disbelief. You fight back the urge to let the tears fall, not wanting to show any vulnerability as you meet his gaze with your own, a mixture of anger and sadness in your orbs. “Let’s get one thing straight, Atsumu.” you start, curling your fingers into fists by your sides, hoping it would give you some sort of control to your emotions that wanted to burst, “You were the only man I’ve ever been with. The only man that I’ve ever wanted. The only man I’ve ever loved. It’s always been you.” 

He stares at you, dumbfounded by your words but as he tries to find the words to reply, you didn’t wait for them. You simply spun around and left with him watching your retreating form. 

One word repeating in his mind like a broken record. 

Loved. 

mia’s note(s):

I’m really excited to start this part of the story. We’re getting there guys adjhasfja let me know what you guys think!

[aomineavenue]

Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 006. dinner disaster

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

↩ confessions | dinner disaster | realizations  ↪

mia’s note(s): 

can you find the easter eggs in here? 

i am sorry, i am not very fond of this chapter lmao i told you guys im bad at writing that isn’t angst man 

i hope you guys enjoy anyway, lemme know what you guys think!! and tell me if you find the easter eggs mwa mwa

You nod eagerly as you shut the menu in your grip, completely ignoring Reiji’s protests from beside you as the rest of the individuals seated around the table either watch in amusement or curiosity. “I believe there is always a three special course meal that changes every day according to the chef, we’d absolutely love that.”

At the sight of Reiji’s features scrunched up in horror, you inwardly squealed in victory. 

Years have flown by, you’re both practically strangers at this point. Yes, strangers. Just two strangers who know every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, and even every fatal flaw in each other. Who were you kidding anyway? Six years have gone by just like that, but you knew it yourself, deep down that you still strongly cared for the man that now stood before you, his eyes the only thing you could focus on, not even the soft chatter of the other guests or the soft instrumental melody produced by the restaurant’s speakers could capture your attention and disrupt your thoughts. Mesmerized, that is what you are. What even. 

It has been six years and to this day, he still completely steals your breath away. 

Not that it should surprise you or anything. Despite everything, how he had hurt you back when you were both 17 and in your second year in senior high school back in 2013, or the hurtful words that spilled from his mouth from the running emotions that day back at the sports complex when the truth revealed itself, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him or even be angry. You’ve thought of this a billion times since you left Hyōgo. You have imagined a billion scenarios, trying your best to prepare yourself because you knew. You knew that it was inevitable to stay hidden, to keep your secret hidden. A part of you always knew you were going to meet him again. Not that your reunion was delightful or anything. It was nowhere near such. No matter how many scenarios you created in your head, it had not been enough for you to prepare for any form of response. 

You hadn’t realized it at first when you had met him on that day because of the emotions running high through your veins, but now, standing in front of him, your eyes drank him up completely. Of course, you notice the differences from six years ago. It wasn’t as if he was going to stay how he had been back then, nor was it difficult to notice the changes from the boy you used to adore. Looking at him now, it was clear as day that he had grown up from the charming boy next door to a breathtaking man that you can’t seem to tear your gaze away. 

As your name rolls off of his tongue, you snap out of your trance, blinking a couple of times. Thankfully, you suppressed your emotions quick enough from allowing the warmth that wanted to creep across your cheeks. God, how embarrassing. Did he notice you were practically devouring him with your eyes? Hopefully not. 

However, despite his handsome features, you are suddenly reminded of the last conversation that the two of you shared and it was enough for you to push your mushy thoughts to the very back of your head. Ah, right. You remembered now, before being distracted by Atsumu’s ridiculously handsome face, you were going to give Asuma and Reiji a good smack. If only you had known of this setup, you would have never agreed. Jumping back to reality, you were about to take a step back, wanting to leave the premises, only to be held back by Reiji, gripping onto your arm to stop you. 

You were cut off from your protests, Reiji moving closer to whisper in your ear with the all too familiar tone he uses on you during arguments. Before he could even finish his sentence, you already knew that the excuses you have in mind were no use. There was no room for negotiations. “Stop being stubborn and sit down. Do this for your kids. It’s not like it’s a date or anything.” 

Grumbling underneath your breath at how much of an ass he was, he only replies with a chuckle as he releases his grip on your arm, neither of you realizing the green-eyed monster’s gaze that followed the whole interaction. The two of your friends took their seats, greeting the rest of the party, while you’re left standing there before Atsumu. As you stood there face to face, you didn’t realize the two occupants around the table sharing hushed whispers amongst each other, berating each other for bringing other people along. Meeting his gaze once more, you give him a small nod, “Atsumu. Shall we then?” 

He nods, his voice cracking slightly because of his nerves, “Yeah.” 

However, as you turn to greet the rest of the party, you feel your shoulders grow tense at the realization of what your two friends did once again. They had occupied seats around the table, leaving the only available seats next to each other for you and Atsumu. If it’s one thing you hated, it was when your friends become the meddling monkeys that they are. 

Not wanting to cause a scene, you inwardly groan and occupy the seat next to Reiji, leaving the seat next to you for Atsumu. In spite of your irritation, you find yourself flashing a half-hearted smile at the three across from you. 

“Hi!” the one in the middle greets you happily with an enormous smile plastered across his face, “I’m Hinata, it’s nice to meet you.” He extends his arm across the table, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you gladly take. 

“Nice to meet you too,” you respond with a nod of your head as you release your grip from his hand, just in time to retrieve the menu that the waiter had passed throughout the group. Flipping it open, you avoid the glances from Bokuto and Osamu, who looked as if they were itching an interaction from you, but because of your irritation, you definitely didn’t want to talk to them just yet, they probably had helped your friends in setting this up. “So Hinata-san, I’m assuming you're Bokuto’s teammate?” you ask before tearing your gaze away from his to examine the menu in your hands. You don’t notice the frown that briefly appeared on Atsumu’s lips. 

“Oh, Hinata’s just fine!” he waves his hand with a laugh, “Yes, I’m Bokuto and Atsumu’s teammate. We actually wanted to bring our friend Sakusa here too, but he said he has an emergency at some hospital.” 

"Hmm…" you hum, letting your eyes scan the menu, thinking you might as well enjoy the food, "Oh, I hope everything is okay with your friend Sakusa and it’s nothing too serious, but now that we're here, might as well enjoy and run Rei's wallet dry. Right, Rei?"

You tilt your head a bit, glancing over at Reiji from the corner of your eye with a sly smirk forming on your lips. Ah, the man could only let out a nervous chuckle, knowing full well what you were planning as he recalls a similar scenario a few months back in the very same restaurant that put a dent to his savings because of the ridiculous price of the meals you had ordered that night. Not tearing your gaze away from your best friend, you call for the waiter's attention, who quickly responds by walking over and pulling out his tiny notepad to jot down your table's order. 

"Hello, I'm Daiki and I'll be your waiter for the night." He greets with a friendly smile, not realizing the awkward atmosphere among the group, "What will we be having?" 

Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you give Reiji an innocent grin before turning your gaze over to the waiter to return his smile with your own, "Hello, Daiki. You see, my friends here aren't really sure what to order, but I told them not to worry since I've been here so many times, so I'll be ordering for everyone!" 

"Excellent, ma'am!" He nods his head, matching your enthusiasm.

You nod eagerly as you shut the menu in your grip, completely ignoring Reiji’s protests from beside you as the rest of the individuals seated around the table either watch in amusement or curiosity. “I believe there is always a three special course meal that changes every day according to the chef, we’d absolutely love that.” 

At the sight of Reiji’s features scrunched up in horror, you inwardly squealed in victory. 

It was going to be a long night.

Mayuzumi Asuma and Suwa Reiji were now considered dead.

To you, at least. And somehow, you knew that, despite them avoiding meeting your gaze alongside with the other three across from you who freely interacted with each other, they themselves knew what they were getting themselves into. They were digging their graves for this stunt they have pulled. 

You’d got to give Reiji credit, though. Despite pushing his buttons by ordering everyone the high priced three course meal, he wasn’t his usually squirmy and irritating self. You had at least expected sharing a heated argument with him after such a display, but instead of giving in, he continued to pursue his plan with the others. 

Oh, they think they were so slick, as if you hadn’t caught on with their little plan. Not a date, they say. It might as well be one, since they’re bluntly ignoring your attempts to converse with them. All was missing was some privacy. At first you hadn’t thought about it when you had tried to share a conversation with Hinata, it was only right for you to get to know someone; you were just being nice. However, before Hinata could respond to your question, Bokuto had dragged him into a conversation about volleyball. You brushed it aside, not thinking anything rude of it, as you knew Bokuto would often speak with anyone out of the blue. It was just how he is. 

You hadn’t even thought about it the second time around when this time; you tried conversing with Osamu, wanting to know about how his business is going so far. Except, the conversation between you and Osamu never happened due to the fact that Asuma had cut you off mid-sentence, engaging the man in a ridiculous conversation about healthy diets. Like, what the heck was that all about? Asuma and healthy diets just don’t sit well with you. Nevertheless, you brushed it aside, shifting your attention to the first course meal of the night that had been placed before you. 

They think they were so smart, trying to pull it off. Ah, but no. You had caught on with their little plan the third time around when you tried to join in Bokuto and Hinata’s conversation. You were instantly shot down by Reiji, shifting the conversation to another topic that only they could understand. 

They were dead men. All of them. 

Placing your chopsticks down, you turn your head towards Reiji’s direction with a false innocent smile curling upon your lips. “Reiji, dear.” 

Ah there it was, catching the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple in this throat with your gaze. "Yeah?"

"I hope you know—” 

Hinata cuts you off by standing up abruptly from his seat, waving frantically towards someone’s direction, “Ushijima-san!” 

You blink before turning your head to look at whoever Hinata was waving to, catching a glimpse of a tall, muscular man nodding towards Hinata’s direction in greeting, a woman trailing close behind him. Not wanting to be rude, you return to your previous position to face Hinata that was seated across from you, “Was that the Ushijima Wakatoshi?” 

Hinata nods as he sits back down, a huge smile on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure you know about him.” 

“I suppose,” you lift your shoulders up in a shrug as you pick up your chopsticks once more, completely forgetting to reprimand Reiji’s actions much to his relief, “I was volleyball manager back then in high school, so I would know a few things, including some players.” 

“Where did you go to school?” Hinata asks, tilting his head a bit as he looks at you curiously. You wonder, briefly, had Atsumu not mentioned you at all since the incident at the sports complex? Weird. 

As you were about to reply, the man seated on your left answers for you. “She went to the same school as me, Shouyou-kun. She was our manager.” 

Hinata stares at you for a second, blinking a couple of times before realization hits him, his eyes widening, “I remember you now! You were that pretty manager!” 

The men around the table chokes and sputters their food, causing you to scrunch up your nose in disgust. Atsumu is first to respond after clearing his throat, “What? I mean, yeah. She was our pretty manager.”  

“I remember her because it was the first time I saw Tsukishima look stupid over a girl,” Hinata chuckles, shaking his head. “But, how come I only saw you once? Were you a third year at the time?” 

Suddenly, the tension was back in the air. You catch from the corner of your eye, Atsumu growing tense from Hinata’s question, and you had to fight the urge to show your own emotions. Everyone else was silent, probably waiting for you or Atsumu to answer. “Ah, I left high school towards the end of our second year, and moved to Kanagawa. I had my hands full at the time, so I didn’t return to high school.” 

“But wh—” Hinata gets cut off by his own yelp, making you raise a brow in confusion. He turns his head towards Osamu’s direction, wincing slightly, “Osamu-san!” 

Osamu lets out a laugh, not looking anywhere near apologetic. “Ah, sorry buddy. I was reaching over Bokuto but you were in the way.” 

An awkward atmosphere engulfs around the table once more. This dinner was certainly not going according to Osamu and Reiji’s plan. Opting to avoid the awkward glances from the other individuals, you turn your attention over to focus on your food while Osamu and Reiji were sending glares towards each other once they realized your attention elsewhere. The two had talked with Atsumu earlier, devising a plan for the two of you to talk things through. Originally, Osamu suggested that the dinner should be just you and Atsumu, but Reiji declined such an idea because of two reasons. First, you would completely decline yourself to go to a dinner and leave Atsuhiro in the hospital despite your mother being present, Reiji knew you too well that the idea of dinner at a fancy restaurant without your sons was a big no. That is, unless a friend of yours were to force you by dragging you to the restaurant. And second, if you were to be left with Atsumu alone, Reiji fears that you would leave almost immediately. 

And he was right for both. If he hadn’t dragged you here himself, you wouldn’t have bothered to go. And if he hadn’t stopped you earlier, you would have ran out the moment you saw Atsumu. However, they hadn’t expected this. Reiji hadn’t expected Osamu to bring two other people, while Osamu hadn’t expected that Reiji was going to bring someone else along. Yes, it was a disaster. 

Reiji had opted to bring Asuma along, because he knew you were going to be suspicious if it were just the two of you going for dinner. You would have accused him of coddling you like a child, it was something he would do now and then when he wanted you to release all the emotions you had kept bottled up. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate him for it, he just knows that if he did such a thing during such an emotional time, you would push him away when Reiji wanted to speed things along. As much as Reiji disliked the father of his favorite twins, he wasn’t going to deprive the little boys any longer of the chance of finally getting to know their father. If he was going to force everything on you, he would do it. He, too, has grown tired of your decisions of run away. 

Osamu on the other hand, only decided to accompany his brother himself but as he and his brother were leaving the apartment, the other two barged out of Bokuto’s room claiming to be starving from the lack of food the past couple of hours because of some intense gaming session on the PlayStation 4 that Bokuto brought along with. Not being quick on their feet, the twins had blurted out they were going out to eat. They unfortunately could not decline the two balls of sunshine. 

Clearing his throat, hoping to shift the tension in the air. “Anyway,” Osamu starts before tearing his glaring gaze away from Reiji over to where Ushijima was seated across the room, “Who is that girl Ushijima is with?” 

“She kinda looks familiar,” Bokuto hums, placing his chopsticks down after finishing his first course meal, shifting his gaze over to Ushijima’s table. 

“That’s the heiress of the Akita Empire,” Asuma answers, “Pretty woman, she is. I didn’t know she was dating anyone.” 

Hinata lets out a gasp of excitement, his eyes going wide. “I wonder if Ushijima-san is really dating her!” 

“Maybe you can ask him at the party…” Bokuto suggests while the rest of his words are drowned out by you, growing bored with the night as you wonder when you can possibly leave. 

Despite drowning out the conversation around the table and focusing on the food, Atsumu pulls you in with his voice from the side, “Hey, I’m sorry about this. I told Osamu and Reiji it was a bad idea from the start.” 

Ah, so it was those two who had planned the whole thing out. You let out a sigh, turning your head to face him to answer, your voice low to keep the others out of the conversation, “There’s nothing that we can do now.” 

“Would you have preferred that it was just the two of us?” he asks, hope laced in his voice. 

Lightly nibbling on your bottom lip, you tear your gaze away from him. Did you? You actually wanted to talk to Atsumu after having the talk with your sons. You were going to express your disappointment towards Reiji and his plan full of flaws. Had they planned this for the two of you to talk? If so, this was stupid to begin with. Something so serious between the two of you and Atsumu should be discussed within private walls, and this was nowhere near private. So maybe, yes. Perhaps, if the two were you alone, then it would have been better. “I guess,” you finally admit, “Maybe the two of us can talk things through properly when this is over. I think it’s time. For now, I hope you can accept my apologies.” 

“And I hope you accept m—” 

Hinata’s loud voice booms excitedly, “Oh remember that party!” 

The two of you snap your attention over to Hinata, the disappointment clear in your features for the disruption. What were they talking about? However, curiosity gets the best of you and you entertain him anyway. “What party?” 

“The Christmas party last year!” Hinata announces with a chuckle, “At first, I was thinking why Reiji-san and Asuma-san here look so familiar then I remember I attended the party with Bo-kun and the others!” As if on cue, the moment those words left Hinata’s mouth, Atsumu and Bokuto visually stiffened, causing you to grow more curious. 

“Ah, that party.” you let out a laugh, nudging Reiji with your elbow, “He’s talking about your all-time favorite party.” 

A scowl makes its way to Reiji’s features, “Please, do not remind me of that horrendous party. I had to move rooms just because of that, and I replaced the mattress too.” 

“You’re so dramatic,” you drawled, laughing along with Asuma as you remember Reiji going crazy the next day after the party. “Just because your guests did the dirty on your bed—” Reiji cuts you off by pinching your side, which causes you to let out a yelp in both pain and surprise.

Osamu interjects with a grin, “Actually, I have a feeling that Sakusa would have died hearing such information. But I would be pissed off too, Reiji. That’s nasty. I would have moved out the whole place entirely.” 

“Right?” Reiji exclaims by throwing his hands in the air, “I couldn’t step inside the room without wanting to poke my eyes out.” 

“That’s why we no longer let Atsumu drink too much because he’ll probably do that again,” Hinata adds, laughing along. 

Once again, silence. 

“Wait, what?” Reiji asks, the first to break the silence. “That was you?” 

Bokuto smacks Hinata’s head before looking away awkwardly. Hinata, on the other hand, takes a minute to realize his mistake before flickering his gaze back and forth from Atsumu over to you, waiting for his mistake to backfire in his face. The rest of the individuals around the table turn their attention over to Atsumu, waiting for his response. 

You were the first to defend him, letting out a laugh. “Okay, enough of this. Let’s leave the past in the past. Let’s not make things awkward, it’s not like Atsumu and I are dating or anything,” 

“Tsumtsum!” a squeal echoes throughout the restaurant and all you could think now was “What now?”