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404-its-alr · 2 years

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𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕

Used of swear words but censored as in “sh!t” cuz why tf not- Also thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Animes:

(judge me silently lmao)

Watching: technically just sitting collecting dust

Dangaronpa 3: The End of Hope’s Peak High School - Future/Hope Arc

Hetalia World Stars and the rest of Hetalia

Kuroko’s Basketball

number 24

One Punch Man(S2)

Watched:

91 Days

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Ace Attorney

Afterlost (Don’t remember much tbh)

All Out!!

Angels of Death

Another (It’s fuzzy memories lol)

Assassination Classroom

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B: The Beginning

Black Butler

Brother’s Conflict (Look I know but tbh I loved the intro)

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Code:Breaker

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Danganronpa: The Animation

Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope’s Peak High School - Despair Arc

Deadman Wonderland

Death Parade

Diabolik Lovers

Dr. Stone

Durarara!! | x 2 Shou | x2 Ten

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ERASED

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Fairy Tail

Free! - Iwatobi Swim Club (Only remember the Outro lmao)

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Ghost Stories

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Haikyuu!!

Haven’t you heard? I’m Sakamoto

Hero Mask

Hetalia Axis Power

Hitorijime My Hero

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None

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None

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K | K: Return of Kings

Kiss Him, Not Me (Going through a phase but honestly loved it)

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Little Witch Academia (YO FCKIN LOVED THIS SH!T)

Love Stage!! (Don’t Judge- it was a phase)

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Magi: Adventure of Sinbad (OML I nearly forgot I watched this- LOVED this one!!)

Maid Sama!! (Barely remember)

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Nanbaka

No. 6

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One Punch Man (S1)

Ouran High School Host Club

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Pokemon Indigo League

Prince of Stride: Alternative

Psycho-Pass (S1, not a fan of S2)

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None

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None

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Servamp

Sk8 the Infinity (My friends)

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That time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

The Devil Is a Part-Timer!

The Promised Neverland (S1)

The Royal Tutor

The Seven Deadly Sins (S1)

Tokyo Ghoul (S1 - Can’t stand the rest sorry)

Tomodachi Game

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None

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None

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Yuri!!! On ICE

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ᴅɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ:

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Actors: Songs Connections ( I really did try but I couldn’t)

Amnesia (Personally love the game of it)

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Bem (Had my bestfriend watch this lmao)

Blue Exorcist

Btooom!

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Cheer Boys

Classroom of the Elite

Cowboy Bebop (Loved the intro music, just couldn’t stick w/it)

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Durarara!!x2 Ketsu (Only care/love to watch Durarara!!)

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None

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Fairy Tail (After Ep. 226)

FLCL (Fooly Cooly) Alternative

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Great Pretender

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High School DXD (After 5 mins into Ep.1 - My guy friend..yeeah)

Hunter X Hunter (2011)

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None

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Karneval (Honestly loved Ep.1 but just couldn’t continue)

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Log Horizon (Same response with Karneval)

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My Hero Academia

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None

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Sirius the Jaeger (Loved this so much but the girl that likes him annoyed TF outta me)

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The Prince of Tennis (Tried watching it but it didn’t hook me)

The Wallflower (Tbh weird for me)

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None

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Vampire Knight (Meh..)

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Your Lie in April (Didn’t interest me and my friend told me the tragic part about it so..)

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TV Shows:

I watch too fckin many to list- honestly lost count

I watch H.O.U.S.E MD till season 5 because my heart couldn’t take the change that was happening in the show lmao

I somewhat watch American Horror Story but stopped because I got distracted by other stuff

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throughtheinterstices · 3 years

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a day well-spent

❝ bokuto makes you realize that working isn’t the only way to have a day well-spent. ❞

pairing. bokuto x fem!reader genre. fluff, slight comedy word count. 2.1k words a/n. reblogs are appreciated. i’d be happy to hear your thoughts too!

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A day well-spent.

You snort at the caption of your classmate’s Instagram story. The picture shows her desk with piles of notes and her book with lots of highlights.

You close the Instagram tab on your laptop.

In the first place, you aren’t even supposed to be on Instagram. You deleted all your social media applications so you could avoid stress, but you open them on your laptop.

Way to go.

You breathe out a sigh.

Move on, move on. Let’s just prepare for our video call with our best friend.

You look at the time. Nine o’clock in the evening. He’s probably in his apartment by now.

A notification pops up on your laptop. Bokuto Koutaro calling…

The edge of your lips quirks up.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” your best friend greets you. He has his arms up in the air and he is wearing his biggest grin.

A wide smile immediately forms on your face.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” you mimic. “How was your day?”

Even from a video call, you could see the twinkle in his eyes. As always, he is energetic, excited to give you an extensive recollection of his endeavors. From the floor of your bedroom in Tokyo, you watch the silver-haired boy cities away tell you about how practice was fun as always, how he was able to make the best line shots and even better cross shots, how they were probably going to have new teammates soon (“you know Tsum-Tsum and Omi-Omi right?”). He even gives you a solid picture of everything he ate that day—from breakfast to dinner.

“How about you? How did your day go?” Bokuto asks, playing around with his office chair (which you told him isn’t a go-cart).

“Nothing much… Just napped the whole morning, ate at the new ramen place, walked around the neighborhood and looked at the flowers,” you recalled your uneventful day. “Oh! And I played with my puppy too!”

“Waaahh! That seems so fun! What a great day!” your best friend exclaims.

You let out a chuckle. Somehow, Bokuto can make even the simplest things seem grand. And somehow, he can also notice the subtle things about you.

Bokuto pulls his chair closer to his desk. “But why do you seem down?”

Your head jerks upward slightly. “Hmm?”

Bokuto rests his cheek on one palm. He sobers a bit and asks, “You did a lot of things today but you don’t seem happy.”

“Do I seem that way?” you ask, grabbing the pillow nearest to you.

Bokuto nods quickly, wearing a small pout. He looks cute when he’s worried.

“It’s nothing, really,” you say, hugging the pillow tightly.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Bokuto presses.

“Look, I just…” You take a swift glance at your unopened books. “I didn’t study today. At all.”

Bokuto’s brows scrunch together. “It’s your break, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” you mumble.

“How long is it?” Bokuto asks.

You lift two fingers up.

Your best friend—dramatic as always—places his hands on his head. “Two weeks? Then why would you be studying?”

“My other classmates are!” you raise your voice in frustration.

“But you already got in that fast-track program, right? Don’t they just make you study all the time?” he asks.

You remember all the all-nighters, the early mornings, the weekends that didn’t seem like weekends, and all the engagements you brushed off. “Yeah…”

“Then why would they still study during the break?”

“I don’t know! They’re just great like that!” You bury your head on your pillow.

Bokuto says nothing for a while.

“You’re great too, you know,” you hear him say softly.

You scoff. You genuinely appreciate his consolation, but you know the difference between you and your monster classmates.

“You are!” Bokuto insists, his face inching the camera closer.

You peek at him through your pillow. Your eyes water a bit but you are careful in revealing them to your best friend.

“And you have to recharge!” Bokuto bellows, forming two fists. “Coach Yamiji always used to say that rest is as important as practicing! So rest as much as you can! How will you be able to become an awesome doctor and fix the wounds of our children from volleyball if you’re going to end up like your zombie classmates?”

You freeze at his words.

Our children?

This was… new.

You and Bokuto have always been certain of your dreams. You always knew you wanted to be a doctor. Bokuto always knew that he wanted to be a volleyball player.

As the years went by, somehow, your dreams became intertwined. You imagined yourself building a clinic near a park. Bokuto, on the other hand, imagined himself setting up volleyball clinics to teach children how to play his favorite sport. After years of tending to his wounds, the two of you decided that when his kids were injured, he’d run them up to your clinic for some patching up.

It always used to be his kids. His children.

But now, it is our children.

The butterflies start fluttering in your stomach. It always does when Bokuto hugs you a little tigher, smiles at you a little longer, and treats you a little sweeter than usual. You try to suppress it, but as always, you can’t help but yearn for something more.

“Hello?” Bokuto’s words break you out of your reverie. “Are you still there? Did I lag or did you lag or something?”

“Our children?” are your first words for the man in front you.

“Wha—?” Bokuto’s perplexion is evident.

You get the pillow out of your way and sit up straight. “You said, our children.”

Bokuto’s eyes widen. “I did?”

“You did!” you confirm.

“Really?”

“Yes!” you cry. You lean closer to the screen. You heart is beating faster and faster and you are growing restless. “What do you mean, our children?”

“Why? Do you not want to?” Bokuto points an accusing finger (a shaking one at that).

“Do I not want to what?”

“Have children!”

“Of course I do!”

Bokuto gasps. “Wait! Do you not want to have children with me?”

Startled, you mirror his words. “Wait! You want to have children with me?”

“Of course, I do!”

Dear god, help me.

You become speechless. You slump back on the mattress behind you. And as much as you try to help it, you can’t—you laugh.

Offended, Bokuto spars. “Hey! Why are you—”

“I love you, Koutaro.”

Just like that, your boisterous best friend who always had something to say was out of words.

Just like that, you finally—finally confess the words and the feelings you’ve been burying for such a long time.

You think he’s going to say it back. After the banter you just had, after the way he’s been treating you lately, you think he will.

But he doesn’t.

You stare at the screen that shows your best friend who you have never seen so frozen.

“Kou—”

Bokuto blinks rapidly. “Wait, wait. Give me a minute—”

You hear the clicks of his mouse and his screen turns black. The call is still on, but he has turned off his camera.

Oh no. Were you too impulsive? Is he appalled by what you said? Does he not feel the same way? But he did say that we wanted to have children with you, right? Was that just a mistake?

The ring of a phone diverts your attention from your train of thought. At first, you think it is yours. When the person from the other line picks up, you realize that it is Bokuto’s. He was calling someone else.

“Akaashi! Akaashi! What do I do?” you hear Bokuto’s frantic voice. Akaashi?

“Bokuto-san?” you hear your kouhai’s confused voice.

Puzzled and curious, you listen in on their conversation.

“Akaashi! What do I do? I was supposed to say it first!”

“Bokuto-san, hold on. Relax.”

You hear Bokuto taking deep breaths.

“Okay, okay, I’m calm.”

“Okay, now, tell me what happened. I’m assuming this is about senpai?”

Senpai? Me?

“Yes! We were talking just a while ago and were arguing about something and then she told me she loved me! I was supposed to say it first! Akaashi, our plans—” Plans? He had plans? “—are ruined! I messed up!”

“Wait, so she told you she loved you?”

“Uh-huh!”

“And what did you say right after?”

“I-I told her to give me a minute?”

“A minute? For what?”

“To call you!”

Akaashi pauses, seeming to try to connect all the dots.

“So right after she tells you she loves you, you call me… Don’t you think you forgot to do something, Bokuto-san?”

“He’s right you know,” you cut in. You could not help it. Their conversation is making you more confused. And a bit annoyed.

The other line grows silent.

Akaashi speaks first. “Was that senpai?”

“Oh my god! I thought I pressed mute already!” Bokuto panics.

At this point, Akaashi seems the more frustrated than before. “Bokuto-san! You were still on the call?”

“Yes?” you hear the embarrassment in your best friend’s voice.

“With all due respect, please go figure this out with senpai first,” Akaashi says with his composed tone. “Senpai, I’m really sorry for this.”

Akaashi ends the call. A few seconds later, Bokuto’s camera opens again. The man behind it, however, is avoiding your gaze.

You decide to stay leaning your back on your bed and you cross your arms.

“He’s a smart kid,” you say.

No one speaks for a while. Bokuto shifts his eyes everywhere except the camera. You continue looking at him with stern eyes.

He takes a deep breath. “So…”

“So?” you copy.

He sneaks a glance at you. “You love me?”

You raise a brow at him.

He faces you completely. “What?”

You pretend to examine your nails. “I thought you ‘wanted to say it first.’”

“I-I-I did!” he stutters. Bokuto with his exaggerated gestures tries to explain. “I had it all planned out! We were supposed to meet at the end of summer and there were supposed to be flowers and—”

You are quick to cut him off. “You know what, Koutaro, spare me the details. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Bokuto straightens on the other side. “You go do whatever you planned. But this time, make it better, grander.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies automatically.

“That’s what you get for calling Akaashi right after I confess. Understood?”

“Crystal clear, ma’am.”

“Good.”

You soften after that, which makes him relax a little.

He lifts a finger to scratch his temple. “I’m sorry.”

You huff. What are you going to do with him?

From the other side, you see your best friend straighten up one last time. His eyes are full of conviction. He seems the most serious that you have seen him.

“I love you,” he says. Finally.

You have longed to hear those words from him for years. You have always held on to him. Yet, you have never let yourself give away too much because you were afraid that he might not feel the same way. But apparently, he does. And you will never ever let him go.

So even if he was a bit of an idiot, you utter the words that he was supposed to say first.

“I love you, Koutaro.”

The expression that blooms on his face is sight like no other.

So this is what it feels like to be loved back.

For a while, the two of you just stare at each other, smiling. Like two fools in love.

After a few minutes, your mind clears a smidge and you decide that having two fools in this relationship is a bit too much. You aren’t going to be one, at least not today.

You whip out your phone for a final jest.

“So, should I call Akaashi after you told me you love me too?”

The gravity of what Bokuto just did dawns on him. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

You smirk. “Never.”

The next few minutes are taken up by a lengthy phone call with your Fukurodani kouhai and your new boyfriend sulking in the background.

As you lie in bed that night, you can’t help the smile on your face.

You didn’t open any of your books at all today. You didn’t take a glimpse into your books. For certain, your classmates are chapters ahead of you already.

But how many of them were able to sleep to their heart’s content? How many of them were able to play with their cute puppy? How many of them were able to appreciate the flowers in the city?

How many of them have had their best friend tell them that they loved them today?

Maybe they had a productive day.

But hey, you had a day well-spent too.

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notdxbya · 2 years

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"my bestfriend—" no you've been in love with them since the moment you saw them but you're too scared to say it out loud even if they look at you with those heart eyes too and everyone sees it except you two oblivious idiots

#satosugu #itafushi #literally all haikyuu ships #iwaoi #bokuaka #kuroken #kagehina #sakuatsu #renga #matcha blossom #erenmika #bestfriends to lovers #johnlock #percabeth #tadashi x ainosuke #dibs.txt

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sakusafilm · 2 years

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daylight — sugawara koushi

you once believed love would be burning red, but with koushi— it's like golden daylight.

fem!reader, a toxic relationship with oika, friends to lovers, just sunshines and rainbows honestly

haikyuu boys as taylor swift songs masterlist

sugawara koushi doesn't get mad.

or atleast, he doesn't get mad without knowing the whole story. he's very rational. he's a mediator. he thinks before speaks. and when he does get mad, you know it's over. because when suga gets mad, that means he's really really mad.

you've been with koushi since six years old, after their family moved to miyagi, specifically at the newly renovated house beside yours. and during those years, you only saw him lost his shit three times—when kids tried to pick on you, when someone tried to hurt his dog and when someone insulted you in class. three times and it's something you won't be able to forget because two of those involves you. you're lowkey the pain in sugawara's ass, you cannot even deny that.

so now, you know how much you fucked up as koushi did not even spare you a glance in the crowded hallways of karasuno. he's mad.

however, this time, you couldn't bring yourself to ask the reason why koushi is mad at you. is it because you told him not to get involve with you and your boyfriend? but that's literally something that everyone does. koushi is your bestfriend, and he's important to you, but for you, he really should not stress himself out because of your romantic relationship. you should settle things with your boyfriend alone.

“sawamura,” during recess, you saw karasuno's captain, daichi sawamura, having lunch with the rest of the team. all of the boys looked at you, “where's koushi?”

“told us he's not hungry and stayed in the classroom.” daichi answered.

“that little shit!” their eyes widened at your comment, “i told him to stop skipping his meals!”

“tanaka, is that sugawara's girlfriend?” a second year whispered, but just enough for you to hear. sawamura and azumane laughed.

“i'm not,” you answered the question yourself, “i'm oikawa tooru's girlfriend, though.”

dumbfounded once again, you left the volleyball team quietly. you heard gasps of surprise when you left them. the same reaction you get from everyone whenever you tell them that.

at first, there was a sense of pride and amusement whenever people finds out that you're tooru oikawa's one and only girlfriend.

you know tooru even before you actually met him. he's famous. you heard his name from a couple of friends, acquaintances and even from koushi. he's a star, and somehow, that word even feels like an understatement when it comes to him. he's the setter and the captain of one of the greatest high school volleyball teams in miyagi— aoba johsai.

yes, he's a big deal.

you met oikawa through a mutual friend— issei matsukawa. issei was a childhood friend, like suga. but they moved houses before suga came, so issei and suga did not really met each other. you kept talking to issei through the years though, and it just happens that he's also a volleyball nerd and is playing for aoba johsai.

you went to issei's birthday last summer and met tooru there. he asked for your number and dated for three months before calling it official.

dating oikawa felt unreal at first. he's sweet and caring, very gentle with his words. consistent. at first. in the middle of the relationship, specifically six months after it became official, almost knowing each other for nine months, tooru just... changed.

“captain, __ is here!” kunimi, a first year in aoba johsai, told him. after class, you went straight to oikawa just to visit him. it's been a week since you last saw him. he stopped spiking after that and looked at you. his eyebrows furrowed.

oh, wow. a week of not talking to each other and this is what you'll get?

“why are you here?” tooru asked.

“do you have time to talk?” you sighed, “i just... if you just have the time, if you cannot make time then—”

“i do.”

tooru dropped the ball in his hands before going to the bench. he sipped from his tumbler before going to you again. the both of you went out of the gymnasium quietly after oikawa reminded his teammates to do their training properly.

“tooru,” you called him once no one is around. he just stared at you, “can we please... please talk about it? whatever it is that's making you mad, whatever it is that's driving you to be like this.”

“damn, you really don't know.” he scoffed and smirked.

“i am not a fucking fortune teller, oikawa! how would i know if you're not telling something to me?” you exclaimed in anger, “you are so cruel expecting me to immediately know what you feel! if i am wrong, i will apologize. but the fuck, this is just getting tiring. i have no idea why you're being like this at all.”

“then let's break up.”

it's insane how tooru's eyes doesn't scream confidence tonight as he looks at you, the complete opposite of how he said that. like, he's hesitating, but he cannot show it because of his pride. like that pride is the only thing he have right now and he cannot lose it anymore. not for anyone else, not for you. like he will endure it all— he can. or trying to.

“you're just proving that koushi's right—”

“for you. he is always right, i do not even have to say it,” he sarcastically asked, “the best friend! the one call away! the rational one! at the end of the day, you will always believe his words more than mine. you will always be on his side, even if i'm on the other.”

you felt a growing torn in your throat as you continuously listen to him.

“he knows fucking everything. every single thing about you, right? your favorite color, your favorite food, your favorite movie.” he says, “i can never stand a chance against sugawara. it's sickening.”

“what the fuck are you trying to say?” you asked him in disbelief. your eyes threatening to fall as you stare at him, “tooru, you're my boyfriend—”

“to end this once and for all and go to suga, like what you always do.” he firmly said, “i can't be behind your bestfriend's shadow all the damn time.”

“tooru, i really do not understand. i am—”

“you are in love with koushi, more than you're in love with me, __.” he smiled painfully at you. you felt like everything stopped the moment tooru told you that, “you haven't realized it yet. or i don't know, maybe you're afraid of recognizing your feelings. but god, just... just go. just go to him.”

you? in love with your bestfriend?

it was the funniest you have ever heard. you almost laughed at the nonsense, except you didn't. it felt more like a punch in the gut, or like ice cold water from antartica washing through your system. you couldn't move or react, or laugh at the miserable statement.

sugawara koushi is your bestfriend, and you're in love with him? that happy go lucky guy? that smart ass? the boy who isn't ashamed to pick his booger in front of you? the one who doesn't care if you did not take a bath for two days? (disgusting) that one person who is with you every step of the way?

you're in love with him?

“__!”

tooru scoffed, hearing suga's angry voice, looking intently at you, “and there he is.”

sugawara grabbed your wrist, “let's go home! stop wasting your time to this man!”

tooru turned his back away from you, doesn't even wait for your response. you let koushi pull you away until you're out of seijoh's campus. stopping in the bus stop so the both of you could wait for a ride home.

the sun is setting.

miyagi is a prefecture build with mountains and hills, making it a little closer to the sky than others. from where you stand with sugawara, it is mellow; flaming; autumnal. filling the sky with yellow and orange shades, fading to blue. in literary works, whenever a sunset comes, it signifies end. but you were doubtful today, as it felt like a new beginning.

“why did you go after me?” you finally spoke.

“why wouldn't i? i cannot turn a blind eye and let you beg that man to treat you right and—”

“tooru told me something.” you looked at him, you chuckled, but sugawara didn't and waited for your next words, “something crazy, unimaginable. he's fucking insane and sick for thinking that way.”

“what did he say?” koushi asked.

“that can never happen. that is a lie. i will never—” you sighed, “i can't believe he said that. i can't believe that—”

“what did he—”

you looked at sugawara again, tears threatening to fall. his lips parted, a bit confused about what you're saying and why you're about to cry infront of him. but anger rises from within him, wanting to go back in seijoh and punch oikawa from doing this to you.

“i hate that man.” koushi utters, “he is so fucking stupid for doing this—”

“i am not in love with you, koushi.”

his eyes widened. now, he's more confused. but despite the confusion, a pang hit his chest as he looks at you. oddly, it felt more like you're just convincing yourself and it's not something you're sure about.

the bus finally came but neither of you moved until it just went away, leaving you and koushi alone under the bus stop, and the tint of orange sky.

“that's impossible.” you uttered under your breath.

“i'm—”

“tooru told me that i am in love with you. but that's impossible, right?” you asked him, “i can't be in love with you. we are bestfriends. i can't seem to understand why he thinks that—”

“why is it impossible?” suga asked, “why does the thought of falling in love with me scares you to death?”

“because it's impossible, koushi.” you told him, the growing fear inside your chest making you tremble as you catch his striking eyes. the light grey haired boy in front of remains unfazed.

because for him, it's the most possible thing in the world.

“you cannot love me back,” you continuously spoke, “and it will just end up hurting me... or you. and this friendship will be ruined and—”

“stop thinking for a moment.” koushi cuts you off, “stop thinking about what could happen. it's infuriating,”

“koushi—”

“because i am in love with you, __.”

your lips parted, stunned at the sudden confession.

then, you stare at his face. his brown eyes, his beauty mark. then, you see stardusts hiding beneath his irises. then, your head rewinded everything with him. your best friend. the one who gets mad the most when you're hurting. the one who will always come to rescue you, no matter if you're in the middle of a hurricane or a storm. sugawara will always find a way to go to you. then, his jokes, his laughs. then, his confession. then, you heard your heart.

racing. pounding.

“since we were ten, when you still love that doll. everyday, even if you are the stinkiest person i've ever met. until now, even if you are convincing yourself that you're not in love with me,” he said.

you're a horrible person.

because maybe... tooru is right.

maybe you are in love with your best friend—sugawara koushi.

“i'm afraid, suga.” you told him.

“me too,”

because now, the both of you doesn't want to look at anything else. but each other's eyes, reflecting the golden daylight of the sunset.

“but it's okay,” koushi breathes, “the night could haunt until it gets tired, but daylight is what we will still always wake up to.”

you stared at the sky.

all this time, you thought love was intense, that it could be angry, that it's necessary to bleed, to beg, to endure. love isn't just red, it's always a mix of blue and orange, like daylight.

it doesn't burn, it lives.

you smiled at koushi, “you aren't mad at me anymore?”

“damn... i still am.” he chuckled.

#sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #hq #haikyuu!!#sugawara fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa #sugawara bestfriends to lovers #i sound so in love while writing this hell #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n

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macaroki · 3 years

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past five (suna rintarou x reader)

“ the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it? ” but you’re not letting him go.

warning(s) : bestfriend to lover kind of thing, mention like one curse word, insecure reader? cliché plot & another post with confusing storyline, not proofread and that’s mean like grammar shit went all over the post, apologize for that ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ and, this is a short drabble, hehe.

genre : kind of angst to fluff

pairing(s) : suna rintarou x reader

a/n : i can’t promise a part two for maybe, but i am here for suna’s fluff bcs it suppose to posted yesterday, but my single ass is too busy to sleep.

he was known as that one cool resting bitch face, and perhaps the biggest tease out of people. and you're a fool, a seriously biggest fool to believe the thoughts of him having a tiny bit crush towards you. usual bestfriend to lovers trope that you usually read on Wattpad, really.

judging by him handing you a box shaped like a love one this earlier, maybe you're not that stupid after all. but honestly the next words coming out from his lips making you taken aback, " it was from your stupid fans that have no courage to put it on your locker, so they took alternative way instead. "

though you couldn't help but chuckles at his disinterested face, deep down you actually hope the ' stupid fans ' was him, really. but god, it was so stupid to think about it. why would he ever busy be in love with you, you’re not the ‘ ideal ’ partner he describes not too long ago anyway. but, daydreaming wasn’t that bad, right?

….

both of you were sitting on the rooftop as usual, spending time like a lover under the beautiful sunset. the urge to not changing the phrase of ' the moon is beautiful, isn't it? ' to ' the sunset is beautiful, isn't it? ' become thinner every second by now. it’s hurt, damn it’s hurt so much to pining over your bestfriend.

stupid crush. stupid feeling. stupid valentines itself. stupid oblivious suna.

imagine had to hold the urge to hold yourself back from leaning to his shoulder and just tell him how much you actually deeply in love with him. you know, cheesy confession like that cheery blossom confession one? but suna wasn’t that type of person, he’s way too laidback and probably too sleepy even for that.

but you decided to not hiding with your stupid feeling anymore, deciding to not running away with those thoughts. which one actually less-likely to feel embarrassing: got rejected or caught staring and acts like deer caught in headlights?

so you started a very, awkward, stupid conversation. bringing up any other topic than valentines, or loves in general. hey, at least you tried, you told to yourself. it was fun, to be fair. but the platonic way of all this romance shit is just doesn't make sense at all. he probably feel obliged to spend time with you.

or so, you thought.

" so, when are you gonna say that you love me? " you jokes and honestly sounds like a clown, blurting out random shit all of the sudden, not knowing what’s wrong with yourself either, and honestly suna was taken aback, but he smile nonetheless. he couldn't help but smiled at the thoughts of the feeling are mutual.

" before the clock shows five, maybe? " he asked, lightly joking to at least lighten up the mood.

" but it's past five already, " your lips turns downwards, not denying the tiny blush on your cheeks. the thoughts of him actually just joking hits hard, harder than.. but the light squeeze he gave to your hand kinda assure you somehow, something that you unsure about. but you knew, you knew he pushed himself out from his comfort zone to comfort you, your feeling, and that cheesy crush.

things turns out better, even better than you thought, or the Wattpad fanfiction you read.

you pushed yourself and lean to his shoulder, making him tense a while before relax on his own. the time flew by for a second, though it’s pretty awkward for a while, he smiled to himself, slightly whispering, but actually enough, to you, his whole world to hear it.

" that's mean I’m already in love with you. "

#suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna x you #hq x y/n #hq suna #suna fluff #haikyuu #bestfriend to lovers #suna haikyuu #suna angst

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shounenlord-sama · 3 years

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Ya know what I'm goung back to Iwaoi and the haikyuu fandom...

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #bye free! fandom #tell me when a makoto ship becomes canon #yes #best friends to lovers is my fav trope #also two hot guys together #but bestfriends to lovers tho...#i will return i promise #with a kisumi fanart

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captainkjones · 4 years

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Kenma Crushing

Summary: Kenma thinks about how much he likes his best friend really.

Warning: none

Words: 966

Ships: Kenma Kozume x Kuroo Tetsurou

A/N: ao3

There were a few times that Kenma realized how much he actually felt for his best friend. A few times he realized he looked at Kuroo a little longer than normal, or went a little more red than usual, or even just felt his heart speed up a little faster. And then there was the one time he was almost able to say what he really felt.

The first time was when Kuroo was hanging out at Kenma’s place, lounging around at the end of the bed, poking Kenma, who was seemingly ignoring him as he played on his Switch.

“Kenma give me attention, you've been on your game all afternoon.”

Kenma paid him no mind, keeping his eyes on his game. “Tragic.”

“Kenmaaa, don’t you love me at all?” Kenma froze up, looking to the other for a moment as his heartbeat sped up for a second. Seeing Kuroo with a pouting face and the never ending bedhead, he thought for a second. ‘Maybe’

“No, now shut up so I can play in peace.”

The second time, Kenma was watching Kuroo practice his spikes while he was getting water. He looked bored but inside, his heart was going faster and his face was heating up as he started realizing how much more he liked Kuroo past an idolization. When Kuroo deemed himself ready for a quick water break, he walked over to where Kenma was standing, a smile on his face as he drank his water.

“Your face is all red, you okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine, it’s just warm in here.”

“Really? Doesn’t feel too warm to me, you coming down with something?”

“No, I’m fine” Kenma put his water down and made his way back to the court, Kuroo being quick to follow.

The next time Kenma felt it, he was in his room, playing his game when he got a message from Kuroo.

‘Have you seen my hoodie? The black one’

Kenma looked down at the hoodie he was currently wearing, which belonged to the bedhead himself.

‘Nope, haven’t seen it.’

‘Are you sure, im sure i left it at your house.’

‘Im sure.’

‘Kenmaa’

Kenma went back to his game, before feeling his phone vibrate again.

‘Are you wearing it -.-’

Kenma felt himself let out a small laugh before replying.

‘Maybe’

‘Can i have it back please’

‘Nope, it's mine now’

Kenma replied before putting his phone down and ignoring the text he got back from Kuroo so he could go back to his game as he curled up more into the hoodie.

There were a few more times, but too many for kenma to think about at once. But one more stood out. It was the one time he was caught staring for a little too long.

“Did you hear- why are you staring at me?” Kuroo asked when he saw kenma staring at him, “do I have something on my face?”

Kenma startled at the sudden attention on him, his face going warm. “What? I zoned out.” He lied easily, not wanting Kuroo to know why exactly he was staring at him.

“You sure, maybe you’re staring at me cause you’re in love with me.” Kuroo teased him, seemingly not noticing the blush that covered Kenma’s face as he forced out an answer.

“I am not, idiot.”

Kuroo started laughing, “i'm only kidding, Kenma”

Kenma mumbled how stupid he was while looking down at his game and trying to ignore the other’s laughing. After the other stopped laughing and went back to talking about whatever he was talking about previously, he glanced up at Kuroo again and thought about if he really was kidding.

The time he had almost been able to say how he felt was about a week after the last incident, he and Kuroo were walking home, Kenma listening to whatever Kuroo was saying about the team. He looked up at Kuroo after he suddenly went silent. “What?”

“I was wondering about last week. About what I said to you.”

“Oh.. why?”

“I said it as a joke, but I was wondering if it was true. If you really do.. You know.. Like me.”

Kenma stopped walking suddenly, feeling his heart drop, wondering how his best friend had found out. If someone had seen him staring during practice, or if he had reacted to much last week while Kuroo was teasing him.

“Kenma? Are you okay?”

Kenma’s eyes shot up at him as his face went warm, but he wasn’t sure if that was bad or good this time. He felt like he was going to be sick, or maybe cry. He didn’t want him finding out, and yet, it seemed Kuroo had his suspicions or even knew already. He was pulled back out of his thoughts again when he felt Kuroo grab his shoulders.

“Kenma, breathe. It’s okay, you don’t have to respond if you don't want to. But, just so you know, if you do, it's alright, cause I like you too. If not, we can stay the same way we’ve always been.”

Kenma felt his shoulders slouch as he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Kenma nodded slowly, worried this was some joke. “I,” He stuttered, pausing as he thought of what to say, “I think I like you too.” His words were so quiet, he wasn't sure Kuroo heard him until Kuroo pulled him into a hug.

“That’s relieving. I really was worried I read into everything wrong.”

Kenma huffed and pushed off him slowly, mumbling, “Idiot.” He started walking again, pulling Kuroo to follow him as they started back to his place. It was silent most of the walk home, until Kuroo spoke up.

“Wait, does this mean I get to take you on dates now?”

#haikyuu!! fanfic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #kenma x kuroo #kuroken #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo fanfic #kenma kozume x kuroo tesurou #kenma kozume #kenma #kuroo #kenma fanfic #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #best friends to lovers #bestfriends #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction

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therunnerwizard · 4 years

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Tsukkiyama sometimes scream Patrocilles and i-

#bestfriend to lover tropes #??!#and dark -light hair tropes?#AND THE DARK HAIR WORSHIP THE LIGHT ONE LIKE THEY ARE A COSMIC BEING ?!!#Achilles is Patroclus's sun #and Tsukki is Yama's Moon #haikyuu!!#tsukkiyama #TSOA #patrochilles #tsukishima x yamaguchi #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #achilles #patroclus

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heich0e · 2 years

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wake up call suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!) word count: 2k tags: sfw but suggestive, classic morning after meltdown, walk of shame (bedroom to kitchen edition), pining, fwb to lovers, idiots to lovers, instagram story repliers to lovers, bestfriend!terushima, implied teruyams. a/n: i heard suna rintarou has a 8 pack... i heard he’s shredded

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up—

“I fucked up.”

“Good morning to you too,” Yuuji chirps from the other line as you answer his call. His bright tone is a stark contrast to your own hoarse, panicked whisper—having frantically fished your ringing cellphone from the bottom of your tangled bedsheets when it woke you. “What did you do this time?”

"I..."

You hear the unmistakable sound of your shower running down the hall of your one bedroom apartment, sucking in a breath.

"... am going to be late for brunch.”

“Ohhh.” Your best friend’s tone of voice turns salacious. If there's one thing you can count on, it's that Terushima Yuuji is nothing if not insatiably gossip hungry. “Who did you do this time?"

"Yuuji..." you trail off, weary and miserable.

"I should have known what you were up to when you disappeared from the bar last night without saying goodbye.”

“Yuuji,” you repeat yourself, though this time it's a harsher snap that's punctuated by a painful throb buried deep between your temples. “I’m serious, this is bad.”

“Oh no,” he says with a dramatic gasp, quickly realizing just what—and who—you’ve done.

You let out a dismal, pathetic little groan.

“You said it was never gonna happen again! Swore up and down that you’d rather be struck dead than ever—“

“Shut up,” you hiss, another pang of your aching hangover blooming behind your eyes. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault? You’re the one who was all ‘Yuu I’m getting transferred to Nagano wah wah wahhh I’m not going to know anybody wah wah Oh, doesn’t your super cute boyfriend’s friend study in Nagano? Can’t you put me in contact with him? i just wanna know one person wahhhhh.’”

“That was insulting,” you sniff following his offensive impersonation of the conversation the two of you had shared ten months prior before you'd moved across the country for your promotion. You push your messy, matted hair back from your face.

“That was spot on and you know it.” He snickers. “Anyway, blaming me for any part of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into here is laughable.”

“If you’d never introduced me to Tsukki I never would have met—“

The shower down the hall turns off, and your head snaps towards your bedroom door—left slightly ajar by the last person to exit it.

“I have to go,” you whisper in a panic, and hang up before you can hear Yuuji’s (surely snarky) reply.

You stumble on your own two feet as you scramble out of bed, grabbing an old oversized t-shirt to pull on from your floor next to your hamper. You hadn’t even cleaned up your apartment last night, you realize in horror, rushing out to your living room.

There are dishes in your sink, a half-empty and uncapped bottle of green tea on your counter that you never finished, a pair of shoes in the middle of your floor, and a pile of work papers on the corner of your coffee table with an empty candy wrapper on top that you'd forgotten to throw away. Your eyes flicker to your closed bathroom door and wonder what humiliating mess you might have left in there.

Your cellphone, clutched tightly in your hand, buzzes with a text.

Tadashi and I’s train home to Sendai leaves at 2, and if I don’t see you before then I will assume you have died of mortification or had your back broken.

Either way RIP.

‘Fuck you’ you text back, sneering at the way he's taking pleasure in your misery.

Your bathroom door opens.

“Hey,” a familiar figure steps out, and a wispy cloud of steam follows. You feel the humid heat kiss your cheeks as he towels the ends of his hair.

There's another wrapped around his waist, but the man before you is otherwise glistening and bare.

“Hi.” You stand like a proverbial deer in the headlights, averting your eyes demurely.

The phone in your hand buzzes again, and your gaze flickers towards it.

I wouldn’t say no to Suna Rintarou’s sloppy seconds 👅

You toss your phone gracelessly behind you onto your couch.

Suna quirks a dark brow as the device lands with an audible little thump among the cushions, but otherwise passes no comment.

Everything on your body aches.

“Sleep well?” he asks you, ruffling the hair beside his right ear with the end of your favourite lilac bathtowel.

No.

“Yeah, you?”

“Mhmm.” He lets the towel rest looped around the back of his neck. He juts a thumb over his shoulder towards the door he'd just exited. “I was gonna wake you to ask but I figured I'd just shower first. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, no, of course,” you wave your hand dismissively, trying to keep your voice as even and unbothered as possible though you have reason to suspect you might be failing.

It's painfully, hideously quiet in the moments that follow.

“So," Suna says, his uncannily vulpine eyes watching your every move carefully, "wanna grab breakfast?”

“I have plans actually." Your answer comes too quickly and too emphatically even though it’s true. You shuffle into your kitchen just as an excuse to put some distance between the two of you.

He follows.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply through the sticky tightness of your throat. “I can make you a coffee though?”

You feel gross. Your skin feels tacky and icky and you desperately need a shower. You're also fairly confident that you didn’t even have the presence of mind (or remaining stamina) to take any of your makeup off last night, and can only imagine what you must look like right now as a result.

Your cheeks flush hot at the realization, and you spin on your heel to face your kitchen cupboards to--if nothing else--spare you another mortifying moment of being too closely perceived.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” you insist, pulling open the cabinet door in front of you and reaching towards the middle shelf to grab your bag of coffee grinds.

“You can hardly bear to look at me." You can tell as he speaks that Suna's getting closer, and panic mounts in your aching chest. You fiddle with the foiled edge of the plastic coffee bag nervously.

“You’re half naked,” you squeak out like it should be obvious.

A large hand appears in your peripheral vision, resting on the cupboard door next to your head and slowly easing it closed.

"I was fully naked last night, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it then.”

“Suna, I-“ you falter when you turn around and realize just how close he is.

He's right in front of you. So close that you can feel the residual heat from the shower radiating off his exposed skin, so close you can see the droplets of water that still cling to him. His hand still rests flat against the cupboard beside your head, and the other on the counter next to your hip.

“You call me Rin when you’re drinking, you call me Rin when we’re fucking,”--you realize belatedly he has you practically pinned against the counter with his body--“why can’t you ever call me Rin in the morning?”

Your pulse pounds in the back of your throat, and for a terrible, horrifying moment you think you might be sick. In your panic, you duck under his arm and skitter away.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you mumble, heat climbing up your cheeks as you flee to the other side of your tiny kitchen--not that it does much good.

Suna turns and surveys you skeptically as you wring your clammy hands. “Is that so?”

You nod, entirely unconvincingly.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”

“What reason would I possibly have to lie to you?” you toss back, equally accusatory in tone, but it's clear to both of you that you're floundering.

“Great question," Suna crosses his arms over his stupidly toned chest, "I’d like to know the answer too.”

All you can focus on is how his posture makes both his chest and his biceps look unbelievably good.

“I’m too hungover for this,” you groan, cradling your head in your hands.

“Do you need medicine?” Suna softens in the face of your apparent agony, taking a little step towards you.

“No, no!"--you throw your arm out to keep him at a distance, waving him away dismissively--"And don’t do that.”

“Do what?” he asks, head tilting to the side in confusion.

"Y'know..." Your mouth opens and then closes again as you try to string together any coherent sequence of words. "Be all… nice to me.”

“Don’t be nice?" Suna's already monotonous voice is impossibly flat as he interrogates you. "Why not?”

“Because you’re you!” you finally snap, exasperated and flustered and wishing more than anything that you could just crawl back into your bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

“Uh, as opposed to…?”

“You know what I mean!” You huff frustratedly.

He looks at you like he really, really doesn't.

“You’re charming and hot and a professional fucking athlete with an eight pack,”--you gesture accusatorially to his naked torso for dramatic effect--“and yeah you’re a little weird, but honestly it’s kind of infuriatingly cute.”

Suna glances down and quietly counts his own abs, seeming genuinely surprised when he finds that you’re not wrong.

“I thought I only had 6,” he says, mildly impressed, as he looks up. “I think you’re cute too, by the way.”

You resist the urge to scream, settling instead for crouching with your head held in your hands.

It's quiet again, and you squeeze your eyes shut against the painful pulse you can feel pounding behind them.

Your voice is softer, more defeated, when you finally do speak.

“You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re us. And us just… doesn’t do nice.”

You hear Suna shuffle towards you, his bare feet appearing in front of your downturned gaze as he crouches in front of you and mirrors your stance.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in any of this?” he asks, surprisingly gentle.

“You can’t really will two of your abdominal muscles away,” you mumble.

“I’m not talking about my abs,” he says, but he can’t help but laugh a little. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that there’s a reason I keep coming over here? That there’s a reason we keep hooking up?”

You blink, pursing your lips. You still refuse to meet his gaze though you can feel it on the features of your face.

“I’m annoying? And surprisingly hard to shake when I’m drunk and propositioning you?”

“Yeah,” he replies simply, “and I also happen to like you.”

You suck in a sharp, wounded breath. “It’s… different for me, Rin. I-I’m worried that I like you more than I should. And I don’t know when it happened, or what to do about it.”

“There you go making decisions all on your own again.”—Suna clicks his tongue admonishingly—“I reply to every single one of your Instagram stories.”

He makes the announcement as if it should clear everything up, though it unsurprisingly does not.

You blink, peeking up at him from under your lashes.

“You’re just always on your phone.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he admits, running a hand through his wet hair and pushing it back from his face. He draws in a little breath and holds it for a moment, like he’s steeling his nerve. “Do you have any idea how often I bug Tsukki for updates on you? How you are, where you’ve been, if you mentioned me? It’s kind of pathetic. I’m pretty sure he’s muted my text notifications.”

You don’t understand.

“Why?”

He laughs, though the sound is relatively mirthless.

“Because I like you. I already said that.”

“You like fucking me,” you argue, hiding your face in your hands.

“No,” he’s exasperated now, and you realize that this might be the most you’ve ever actually spoken to Suna about anything that isn’t, well, directly related to being penetrated by him. “I mean, yeah, obviously. But I also think you’re funny, and have good taste in music, and find it really fucking cute when you text me at two o’clock in the morning trying to start a fight with me just because you want me to come over.”

Terushima did once accuse you of using instigation as foreplay.

“I was keeping things casual because I thought it was what you wanted, not because I thought it was all you deserved.” He ducks closer to you, and gently pries your hands off of your face so you have no choice but to look at him. “I’m gonna say this once to make it perfectly clear: I like you just as much as you like me. Hell, maybe more. You’re free to do with that information what you will, but I just… need you to know.”

He stares at you, hands loosely circling your wrists as he holds them away from your burning face, and you have absolutely no choice but to stare back.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Okay,” you agree.

You’re both breathing heavily, your heartbeat racing in your chest.

Suna looks suddenly quite guilty, his narrow eyes flickering away.

“I really wanna fuck you right now,” he admits breathily.

“I really need to shower,” you say, but you sound almost remorseful. “And I wasn’t lying about having brunch plans.”

“I could come with you,” he offers, his grip sliding up from your wrists to cradle your hands with his own, his fingertips trailing over your knuckles.

“My shower is pretty small…”

“I meant to brunch,”—he threads his fingers through your own and squeezes, accompanying the gesture with a breathy little laugh—“but thanks for thinking of me.”

“Oh,” you mumble, too fixated on how much bigger his hands are compared to yours to offer much else.

Suna groans suddenly, dropping his forehead to your collar.

“You look good in my shirt,” he says, but in spite of the compliment it almost sounds like a complaint. “it’s kind of driving me crazy.”

You thought that you’d pulled on your own oversized t-shirt, but in your hungover, barely-conscious panic you had in fact put on his.

Suna smells like your shampoo when he nuzzles against your throat, and he’s still deliciously warm from his shower as he slumps into you on your kitchen floor. The early morning sunshine streams through the windows behind him in your living room, and your eyes flicker to the bag of coffee you’d abandoned on your counter.

Your fingers gently brush against Suna’s nape, running through the damp tendrils of hair that curl against his neck.

“I… really do need to shower,” you say, though it takes a lot more of your willpower than you’re willing to admit. “But… there will be other brunches.”

Suna pulls back to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, a smile playing at his lips that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He’s so close that you can see the single dimple on one side of his mouth, and the faint freckles smattered around the highest points of his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you agree, soft and affectionate.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay,” you echo.

#suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna x you #suna x reader #suna #suna rintarou #hq drabble #hq writing #hq fic #writing

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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BESTFRIEND!HAIKYUU CHARACTERS' RESPONSES TO "I'M BORED"

Kuroo: Only boring people get bored.

He coincidentally is confused as to why his relationships never survive past the third date.

Kenma: Doesn't respond.

You know not to take it to heart because he's really busy, but sometimes he accidentally leaves you on read and you get butthurt.

Sugawara: Wanna do something crazy?

When you suggest something, like cutting each other's hair or painting your bedroom pink, he's down. He's game. He's at your place in 10.

Nishinoya: Let's do something crazy.

You have something in mind, but he shoots it down. This gets you irritated until he presents his idea — the crazier, eviler cousin of your idea — which the two of you execute asap.

Suna: Come over.

Do not go over. You will be just as bored. He said it without meaning it.

Osamu: Come over.

Do not go over. You will be just as bored. He said it but he doesn't really care if you come over or not.

Atsumu: Come over.

Do not go over. You will be just as bored. He said it cause he thought it sounded cool.

Kageyama: Want to help me practice my sets?

You go over in hopes that after practice ends you'll go to a cute cafe together or something. Prepare for your hopes to be dashed — practice never ends.

Shoyo: Want to help me practice my spikes?

See above.

Ushijima: I see. 👍

You'd spoken to the ace about the great and grievous sin known as Dry Texting. "Try using emojis to spice things up," you'd taught him. Now he diligently adds the thumbs up emoji to every other text. You don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Akaashi: If you're in the mood for a book, I have a list of recs with your name on it :)

Sweetest boy. Lowkey you're in love with him. This is why I think Akaashi embodies friends to lovers

Tendou: sends you a link the most disgusting video you have ever had the misfortune of viewing.

"WTF," you text him back immediately. "WTAF WAS THAT." His response? "At least you're not bored anymore. Lol"

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koukamisstuff · 2 years

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Escaping the Friendzone

Character: Daichi Sawamura

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort,SMAU

Update: *Currently not on a consistent schedule*

Summary : When you have feelings for someone all that's left to do is confess. At that point there's a 50% chance of that confession going well, which is great but there's still that same percent of you getting rejected, which sucks. But in certain cases it's a bit more complicated then those simple chances, what if now it was your bestfriend at the receiving end. We've all been there trying to figuring out what is your exact relationship status, when it juggles the line between lover or friend. For Nanami a mistake in the past of crossing this line almost caused the loss of the entire friendship. So in the hopes of returning to how things were for the sake of staying in each other's lives and not having things be awkward. Feelings were forgotten and things returned to their normal friendship. Although how much longer can old feelings stay buried. Years have passed and feelings are starting to overlap again. But the constant fear of ruining their friendship again has "safely" left their relationship in the Friendzone. Will they gain the confidence to advance their relationship or will a new flame be what Nanami needs to forget her first love? Can Daichi's feelings finally help him escape the friendzone he created from that rejection.

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Masterlist

Profiles

Chapter 1 - New Year with the UniCrew

Chapter 2 - Calling You on Drunken Nights

Chapter 3 - Pharmaceutical Partner

Chapter 4 - Changes in Our Future

Chapter 5 - Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 6 - *Coming Soon*

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Hi everyone!

We've finally arrived to the second story to my five part series. This time we're following Nanami's story with Daichi being the main interest. Personally, you could read the first one to understand this one but I'm going to try my best to also have it stand alone for those who wish to solely ready about Daichi. I'm excited to finally write this and take everything I've learned from writing Healing Heart and Ready to Love, to give you an amazing SMAU in Escaping the Friendzone

I hope to grow even more throughout this and I'm grateful for all the support I've received.

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Haikyuu characters or the artwork used. I fully credit those who deserve the amazing works provided throughout my stories.

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