#it was annoying when characters halted all action to monologue but voice over IS NOT THE SOLUTION

[nerice]

amazing how even in a stellar 20min brawl episode jjks narrator voice manages to completely ruin all momentum. please stop

[softomi]

HQ Characters as NIKI songs and lyrics. 

Friends - Bokuto Kotarou 

You trade my promises for your feelings, we’ve gone too far to turn back

We should try to coexist, should have never even crossed the line

Can’t fall in love with somebody like you, I’m not meant for somebody like you

Akaashi once told you that Bokuto was the type to fall hard; when he tripped he’d tumble harder and faster than you had ever seen anyone do. But what you didn’t know was that Akaashi meant love; Bokuto was the type to stumble into love. His feet would tangle over his own and he would fall, he’d fall hard. Like cold waves crashing into him to wake him up, when the dust settled, when the fog disappeared; all he saw was you.

He pulled the blanket to cover your shoulder, his arm tucked under your head, he was on cloud nine. He grinned throughout the night. The lack of sleep didn’t bother him, seeing you covered in his sheets was worth the sleepless night. He was just heading out the front door when you walked out his bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body as you were shuffling to grasp your clothes.

He couldn’t help himself, footsteps trudging themselves to you, “Morning beautiful.”

His hands trailed your arms, cupping your cheeks; you pull away, “Kou.” You’re looking at him, “I hope you know that last night wasn’t anything romantic.”

“Oh.” The smile on his face falters for a moment, “Then what was it?”

You’re pulling his sheets to keep them covering yourself, “We were both drunk.” He wasn’t, and you knew too well that you weren’t, “It was just purely physical, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Your walking back to his room with his heart already in your hands.

Let’s pretend it didn’t happen. It was thrown out the window the moment you decided to go back to his place that night. The jacket you had forgotten from the previous night suddenly dropped back onto its place on his couch. Fingers tugging against his hair, his lips pressing kisses against your skin; as he breathed against your shoulder, you were too aware of the line being crossed.

It was absolutely dreadful, he was the worse at pretending things didn’t happen. His hands were on your waist, when Akaashi noticed the action, you were quick to swat the man’s hand off. Akaashi raised a brow, you tried to brush it off; waving a hand to dismiss the action, trying to play it as Bokuto’s friendly manner.

“Don’t you think you’re making a mistake?” Akaashi sips his coffee, he was quick to question you once Bokuto left to the bathroom.

You’re smiling innocently, “I don’t know what you mean Keiji.”

He takes a deep sigh, “He’s chosen to sit next to you which he rarely does, don’t think I didn’t see how he was touching you by the waist, and don’t get me started on how he’s staring ‘lovingly’ at you every chance he gets.” Akaashi takes another sip from his cup, “Also, he told me about your little adventure that happened last weekend; you can’t trust him to keep a secret.”

You run a hand across your face, “It’s okay. We promised that it wouldn’t amount to anything.” Albeit, promises were made when you were on top of him.

“I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.” You’re suddenly uncomfortable because the way Akaashi looks at you, the way his eyes narrowed with his statement; it was not you he was worried about.

Newsflash - Oikawa Tooru

Go be someone else’s hangover

Newsflash, I can do better you.

Mr. Casanova won’t you, save your intrigue and all your techniques

It was absolutely annoying, he was always accidentally bumping into you; as if he was trying to do a meet-cute. The flirtatious smile on his lips as he hit you with another line, there was even a moment when he had reused a line he had said to you a month earlier. It was incredibly revolting the way other girls practically fell to his feet.

He was no superstar in your mind, he neither the knight in shining armor nor the prince many girls claimed him to be. In fact, you knew too well that his hunting ground mainly consisted of girls from different schools; he was clever enough to keep it all on the downlow. But the moment he laid eyes on you, he was intrigued.

“Well, what a coincidence.” He’s cheeky, throwing you a peace sign as he nears you.

You barely give him a glance, “Not really a coincidence when our classes are right next to each other.” While you weren’t interested in any romantic relationship with him, he was still interesting to talk to.

He’s pulling into the seat in front of you, he always claimed it until it was time to leave for his class, “So, what are you doing this weekend?” His fingers dance upon your notebook, trying to draw your attention to him.

“Not spending it with you.” You don’t look up from your notes, “Perhaps you could find another girl; maybe the one that’s been hanging on your arm this week.” You finally bring your eyes to meet his, “Your girlfriend, right?”

He hums, the tip of his finger touching against your nose, “I was thinking we could go see a movie.” His arms fall over your study material, “at my place? I have the comfiest bed in the world.”

Your elbow leaned onto the desk, your chin resting on your palm, “Do the other girls fall for that?”

“What other girls?” The moment your lips start spouting his previous partners, he’s pressing a finger to your lips, “Please, they’re nothing compared to you.”

“Oh Mr. Casanova.” The sarcastic tone in your voice bites him, “I will never go out with you.”

That never stops him; it only eggs him on. Even with the girl attached to his arm, he still stares at you in the halls. He still brushes his hand against your thigh when he walks by; he still presses himself against you in the library to grab that book you needed, his hand lingering on your hip.

“You’re making it too obvious, love.” He whispers in between bookshelves, “You’re falling for me.”

The book in your hand smacks against his head when you turn, your tongue pokes out at him, “In your dreams, Romeo.” He follows the way your hips move across the library, your hand dragging across the back of your boyfriend; your eyes locked on his as you kiss the man.

Lowkey - Suna Rintarou

Be as quiet as you can, cause if anyone see’s they’ll just blow shit up

You ain’t even gotta lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, love me

Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids

The party was winding down, the last of the alcohol barely keeping people entertained; you knew that when Osamu and the girl volunteered to get more drinks, it meant they weren’t going to come back. Many were already passed out on the couches, your eyes lingering onto the male across from you. For someone so quiet, he was a heavy drinker. After a while, it was just the two of you awake; it was just the two of you making out over the small coffee table.

It was discrete, the back of his hand pushing you more into him; the taste of alcohol still on his tongue. Your hands on the table, holding yourself enough to not disrupt the shot glasses on the hardwood. But the stirring of the male behind you makes you both halt. He was so inviting, his pinkie dragging yours along as you two abandoned the living room; opting for a bedroom.

He’s hushing you, despite his usual slow demeanor; he wasted no time pulling you onto his lap, “Be quiet.” He’s covering your mouth, the knock at the door makes you two turn.

“Suna?” The male on the other side is drawing his words out, “Hey, did you see y/n leave? I swear I saw her just a second ago.”

Yeah, you were pressing kisses onto his neck; your tongue drawing circles over his collarbone, “Yeah, she went home.” The sound of a door shutting makes him relax, “If you don’t want them to blow this out of proportion, you’re going to need to keep quiet.” Even in bed, he wasn’t much of a talker; but you on the other hand, he keeps your sounds low with his mouth over yours.

He snuck you out the morning after, it wasn’t much sneaking as the boys of the apartment were still unconscious. It’s just like him to let you leave on your own, no attachment, in fact; he enjoyed watching you walk out the building in your clothes from the night before.

“So who was it?” All the heads turned to you, your eyes fell on Suna; he wasn’t even a tad interested in the conversation, “I saw you doing the walk of shame.” Osamu looks at every male at the table, “You slept with someone at this table.”

You’re feigning confusion, “I honestly don’t know what you mean Samu. I left during the night, maybe you saw someone who looked like me?”

“Just because you did the walk of shame doesn’t mean you have to drag others in too.” Suna interjects, the men in the group all hum in agreement. Osamu is dumbfounded as he begins a defense for his argument.

Your phone vibrates in the middle of his monologue. Let’s get out of here. It’s unnoticeable, the wink he sends you when you look at him.

“Suna and I need to prepare for our psychology exam.” You’re waving your phone at Osamu, “You can text me your little rant.” The two cell phones vibrate against Suna’s desk, your head buried into his pillow; you feel like your teeth might shatter if you continue to keep quiet.

I Like You - Kita Shinsuke 

You wanted fun, I served you threats.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m the joke; the punchline they got too old.

It’s so typical for me to fall for your kind.

It wasn’t every day that you got to see him; he only came to the cities every few months or so to deliver rice to Onigiri Miya. It was how you met him; during a particularly lively employee dinner that Osamu insisted he join, the cute rice farmer offered you a ride home. Only, he ended up staying the night; pushing you into the sheets as you gasp for air. He hadn’t left a cell number or any contact information; he only insisted he’d see you next time.

From the time in between, you pestered Osamu to give you little details about his high school friend. The small facts he gave you made your heart flutter, it made you crave him more. When he arrived the next month, he lingered in the restaurant past closing; Osamu bid him farewell, leaving the two of you to close shop for the night. The shop’s light was still on until the middle of the night.

“I like you.” You whispered against his lips, he stopped. His eyes stared into you, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing right. You laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck, “I’m joking.”

Your smile faltered as he lifted you, somehow that night wasn’t like the others. The pleasure mixed with sadness; his lips tasted more like poison than it did sweetness. Your mind jaded, he was noticing your lack of enthusiasm.

“Are you okay?” His concern made your eyes snap to him.

A sigh leaving your lips as you sat up, your hands grasping onto your sheets, “Yeah. I don’t think I’m feeling it tonight.”

“Okay.” He was apathetic, even as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, it was infuriating.

Two months pass from the day you last confessed. For two months, you cursed yourself out. You promised to never see him again; but the moment he stepped back into the restaurant, the moment the rice farmer laid eyes on you; you knew you couldn’t resist.

It was like time had gone back, the same events happened from the first night. The employee dinner, the offer ride home, the entrance into your bedroom. Your nails dug into his back, the ringing of your cell phone was drowned out by your voice bouncing off the walls.

“Do you know if Kita’s ever dated?” You looked at your boss.

Osamu shrugs, “I guess I’ve never seen or heard about him dating. He’s kind of a private guy.” Osamu turns to you, “Why? Are you interested?”

You flush, “Maybe.”

His words would later echo in your head as Kita presses love bites on your chest.

Pretty sure he’s seeing someone in the cities; why else would he deliver ten bags of rice every month.

You’re pulling him up, sloppy kisses on his lips, you’re grinning; he was just so beautiful.