#matsukawa oneshot

[miya-rin]

matsukawa knew that he liked you.

he didn’t know what it was, but something about you had just always drawn him towards you.

maybe it was the fact that you always understood his jokes and laughed when no one else did, maybe because you always remembered the little parts in stories he told you and linked them to the ones he more recently told, or maybe it was the way you always went along with his little routines.

and by routines, he means how how excited he would be every morning when he would walk into class to see you sitting down with all your equipment laid out neatly, and how every morning he would place both hands over your eyes before getting closer to your ear and saying “guess who?” to be met with “oh i have no idea, mattsun maybe?”

except for this morning, because today you are nowhere to be seen.

this worries matsukawa a little more than he would like to admit. you are always one of the first people in class so where are you?

“they’re probably just a little late.” he tells himself, sitting down in the seat next to yours as he always does after your greetings to each other. but 10 minutes fly by and you still aren’t in class yet. he’s more than worried now.

are you lost? are you just helping someone to their class? did something happen to you on the way to school? did you move class because you didn’t want to be desk mates with him anymore???

while he is going through all the different possibilities of why you aren’t next to him, his ideas are cut short as a pair of hands smoothly slide over his eyes, he starts to feel faint breath fanning over his neck as a small “guess who?” is said by a very familiar voice.

you’re here.

even though he doesn’t say anything you can tell how excited he is by the very wide smile plastered across his face. he’s so cute.

“where were you? i was so worried.”

“careful now issei, you might make me think you actually like me,” he does. “my mum’s car broke down and i had to walk, i underestimated how long it would take me to get here.”

“you never were the brightest were you?”

“and yet you were soo worried for me.” the smug smile on your face is enough to bring his back, he’s glad you’re sat with him again.

matsukawa knew that he liked you. and he knew that it was something he would never be able to understand, but he’s fine with that, as long as you were with him in some way he would be happy.

[zmbiesuga]

I'VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS

matsukawa issei x m!reader (pronouns aren't mentioned but the intention is still there), established relationship

warnings: angst, really poor body image on mattsuns part including negative mentions of weight, hurt/comfort, cussing, use of pet names (baby, honey, pretty boy), matsukawa is referred to as mattsun and issei, the friends mentioned are not the seijoh four

notes: i projected a bit oops

mattsun had lost track of time. all he knew was that the light illuminating from his laptop hurt his bloodshot eyes, and if the soft sounds from it weren't the only thing keeping him sane, he would slam it shut in a heartbeat.

he doesn't know how he ended up in this position, really. he's not typically a sensitive guy, he's normally nonchalant, laid back. he walks the world like nothing can hurt him.

but then he thinks about what his friends said.

it was playful, at first. little jabs at his personality that he could rebuttal with ease. teasing them about their flaws, adamant on avoiding striking any nerves.

he just wished they would be as careful as him.

what got to him first, was the mention of his eyebrows. how they were too thick, that they didn't match his face.

which then led to the conversation about his jawline, how it was too triangular, too uneven.

and even though those comments hurt, he took them and bit his tongue. for his own sake. just shake it off, he thought, they're just joking stop being such a fucking baby

it was fine, really.

until they started talking about his weight. how he was too skinny, too tall, too boney. how almost nauseating it was that they could see how his ribs poked through his skin.

yeah, that's what got him.

from practice to home was a blur to him, but he remembers how he stormed to his room. how he sat in his own silence for a moment or so, before his body racked with violent sobs.

he cried. he cried until there was no more air in his lungs, until the sobs got caught in his throat. he gripped his hair and broke down for what felt like an eternity.

and even now, hours later, the thought of everything that happened makes him want to start sobbing again.

but he can't. the lump in his throat sticks there, not daring to move.

he really thinks he's fucking pathetic. to let such words get to him, he knows he shouldn't care. he knows they meant no harm. he knows they were just jokes. he knows he's not that bad looking.

right?

well, he guesses there must be some truth to their words if they poked and prodded at it. he guesses there's some truth if he's allowing himself to be this affected by it.

he doesn't hear you softly open the door to his bedroom.

you had grown worried, you tried to contact him over dozens of times within the past few hours, only to be left on delivered.

at first you were mad, you figured he was just ignoring you for makki or something unimportant, but once oikawa had told you that issei had left the gym in a sulk, you had just grown to be worried.

you slowly made your way towards him, the soft blue glow of his laptop being the only source of light in the room.

when you tripped over his sneakers is when he finally noticed you.

slowly, he turned from his laptop to face you. the cacoon of his blanket covering most of him. that's when you finally got a good look at his face.

his eyes were bloodshot, and his tears from earlier left stains of trails down his cheeks. the dried snot under his nose, his tussled hair and cracked lips showing his distress.

god, you swear, even like this he looks so beautiful.

"issei, baby, what's wrong?" you question, crouching down next to his bed. you reach your hand out, lightly stroking his face.

tears slowly begin to fall from his eyes again. you wipe them away gently with his thumbs.

the gesture alone sends him into another fit of sobs, you wrap your arms around him, rubbing circles on his back as you let him weep into the crook of your neck.

"i can't fucking . . . i'm so pathetic i'm sorry . . ." he blubbers, god he can't believe himself right now.

"nonono baby you aren't pathetic, you're allowed to cry. you're allowed to be upset," you reassure him, "take your time. i'm not going anywhere."

you two stay like that for a few minutes, issei composes himself the best to his ability, before sitting up and letting what happened fall from his lips in a hurry.

your face contorts in anger as he continues, not with him, of course. you couldn't believe what he was saying, what kind of friends were these people?

once he finished, you allowed yourself to speak.

"issei," you began, "what they said about you was absolutely ridiculous."

at first he's taken aback by your words, but then you continue,

"you are one of the most gorgeous boys i have ever laid my eyes on," you said, "your eyebrows aren't too thick, they fit your face perfectly. your jawline is perfect too, and even if it is asymmetrical, most peoples are. it's not uncommon and it certainly does not make you ugly."

you take a deep breath, cupping his hands in yours. giving him a reassuring squeeze before picking up again once more,

"and as for your weight," you began, "i just . . . the fact that they even felt the need to comment on that disgusts me. there is nothing wrong with your weight, as long as you are healthy that's all that matters. whether you be on the bigger or smaller side, as long as you are healthy that's all that should matter. ever. don't listen to the utter bullshit they spew because it's not true. you're a beautiful boy, you're my beautiful boy."

he starts crying again, but this time out of a warm feeling bursting in his chest. he pulls you in for a tight embrace, and you squeeze him just as hard.

"i love you so much." are the only words he's able to mutter before he falls asleep on your shoulders.

you then softly close the lid to his laptop, crawling under the covers with him and placing a kiss on his forehead.

sleep well, pretty boy. is all you can think before drifting off yourself

a/n: i just want to remind you guys that you are beautiful no matter what and you deserve good things. likes, reblogs & comments are appreciated!

[atsumwah]

smoke slow

featuring : matsukawa issei

notes : mentions of issei and reader smoking + angst. inspired by joshua bassett's new song listen to it to get the feels </3

parties aren't really issei's scene. sure he gets free drinks and a chance to meet people he usually does on a daily basis anyway but it's just not worth spending his saturday night like that.

of course, the only reason he was here was because he knew you'd be here too.

issei's eyes were drawn to yours as you entered the lively college party and he couldn't help but wave you over to where he was by the windowsill.

you, the one he met so many months ago in one of his literature class. you, the one who plays along with his sarcasm and can even retort back with the exact same venom he has. you, the one he can't help be enamoured with the more he sees you in the same class, three times a week, who practically became one of his best friends just months after entering college and starting out a new life.

"got a light?" you settled beside him on the sofa, legs tucked underneath you as you pulled out a cigarette from the box.

"you know i do." he says, plucking the box from your hands as he lit yours up first before doing his.

it had become a comfortable routine for the both of you to smoke when you were dragged to the same party— he wasn't a people person and neither were you— and while everyone took it as a chance to get drunk and let loose, issei took it differently.

for him, it's the only chance he gets to be even closer to you. the only chance he gets to spend some time with you, to listen to your rambles, to look into your eyes and fall in love with you a little deeper today and when you notice his staring he simply blames that he's trying to look at you better through the smoky haze.

it's where he thinks of what could've been if he was yours and you were his. how instead of sitting next to him, you'd be in his lap and his arms around your waist. how he would tuck his head at the crook of your neck, tickling you with his stubble but not enough for you to pull away from his touch. how he would share his cigarette with you, letting it be an indirect kiss over and over again and maybe, if he was really lucky, steal a kiss from you in front of everyone, showing them that you belong to nobody but him.

the 'what ifs' of you two together always clouded his mind the more he inhaled and as always he wanted it to be true.

but when he sees you tossing away what's left of your cigarette, he forgets that this was the worst part of this little routine of his. that when you're done, when the light on your cigarette finally goes out, so does his little fantasy.

because at the end of it, oikawa's the one you go home with.

oikawa's the one who gets to hold you. the one who gets to call you his. the ones who get to steal a kiss from you whenever he wants too.

he realizes he's in love with his best friend's girlfriend but he won't go that low and be a homewrecker. he sees how happy his friend was when he was with you— honestly who wasn't?

and no matter how much he tries not to feel it, he still hates the fact that oikawa was the one who met you first. he hates how it wasn't him who asked you out first, that it wasn't him you said yes to without any hesitation, that it wasn't him who's celebrating a one year anniversary with you with in just a couple of days.

and, well, since he can't control how he feels, he could control what he does with it, even though it pains him to.

so yeah, the person you go home with isn't him so he'll take what he can before you do— specifically before oikawa comes back to your side after being the life of the party.

call him selfish but he'll savor your presence for as long as he can, take his time before his cigarette goes out, and relishes your attention on him for the rest of the night.

you were much more addicting than nicotine anyways.

tags! : @peacheat @kozu-chan @noideawhothatis @akimind @sunas-chuupets @a-nonymousse

reblogs are always appreciated <3

[ceijoh]

why you’ve never doubted their love for you

relationship: multiple haikyuu boys x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 321

masterlist

will dance in the rain for you. they’re known for being rational, in fact they pride themselves on it. they’re logical, and they rely on facts rather than feelings. they’re the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a grey cloud in the sky just in case. but seeing you out there, with your hand out and a bright grin on your face? how could they say no to you? so all logic goes out the window as they grab your hand and kiss you with all the love they can muster.

kita, sakusa, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, daichi,  kuroo, tsukishima, akaashi, semi

has never taken his eyes off you. he’s a funny and charming guy, catching the eyes of everyone. he’s jovial, and he knows how to woo. his reputation built from the bits and pieces that paparazzi and rumours surround him shows that he’s a player. a new person on his arm every night. but what they don’t see is how when you walk into the room, his eyes are already on the door, even before you walk in. it’s like his body knows better than anything. his eyes are on you, always. no matter who’s in the room, or who wants his attention, it’s on you. if he could, you would be the only thing he would want to see. you’re his world, whatever else could he want to see?

oikawa, atsumu, suna, meian, ukai jr,  mattsun, terushima, romero, gao, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya

knows the little thing you need. you have a particular coffee you like? it’s always on the kitchen table by the time you walk to the room. you mention that you like a particular brand of pen? they bought a whole box of them, and whenever you run out, there’s already one on your table. charges your phone or whatever you need. you made their life easier by being there for them every single day, so he wants to shows you he doesn’t take that lightly. thankful everyday that you chose him above all the others.

tsukishima, aone, osamu, iwaizumi, hirugami bros, barnes, yamaguchi, hanamaki, kageyama, gao, oikawa, hinata, tendou

[keitea]

when you like plushies and he starts using them as a way of thanking you, showing his love and apologising.

“i’m sorry,” *hands you a pompompurin plushie*

“you think that's gonna make me forgive you?” “.. yeah”

“well damn you right”

OIKAWA (mf smiles when he hears the last sentence), tendou (🥰🥰🥰), hoshiumi, osamu (probably spends 20min in front of an entire row deciding which one to buy-), KENMA, futakuchi, noya, shirabu, suna, mattsun

[imagineanime2022]

Their Child Says And/Or Does Something Mean

Tooru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader, Takahiro Hanamaki X Fem!Reader, Kentaro Kyotani X Fem!Reader

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Bad parenting, ungrateful kids, injury, mentions of death

*Part 2* (Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Kyoomi Sakusa)

*Part 3* (Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader) 

*Part 4* (Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Kozume Kenma X Reader)

Tooru Oikawa

👑 His daughter was 3 years old when the woman came forward claiming that he was the father of her child. You hadn’t been together very long but you knew what he was like before he met you so you urged him to get a paternity test instead of ignoring it. 👑 Obviously he was the father, he had no idea what to do with a kid and for a while toyed with the idea of just sending money to the woman, so he would never have to figure it out. You weren’t having it. 👑 After setting up a meeting with the two it was easy to see that the two were related and from there on shared custody was agreed on. 👑 You had been helping look after the little girl for 13 years and she did consider you as much her mum as her actual mother, however your relationship came with a very easy way to hurt you and just like her father she was smart enough to use it when she was angry.

Tamiko Oikawa was very much like her father when he was in school, she was popular and followed around by those vying for her attention but unfortunately there was something that she took to that her father was never really fond of and that was parties. Every time there was one she tried to sneak out to join it.

Tonight was no different however tonight Tooru wasn’t actually home, he’d gone out to meet up with some of his teammates leaving you at home with his daughter, you were sitting in the living room when she jogged down the stairs “where are you going?” You asked. “Meeting with some friends.” She answered as she walked towards the door. “Not at 10pm you're not.” You said as you looked over the back of the sofa to lock eyes with her. “I’ll be back before Dad even gets home, I promise.” She pleaded. “Nope.” You answered with a smile as you walked over to the door, she tried to get there before you but she just wasn’t fast enough with the heels that she had decided to put on. “Get out of the way.” She ordered. “Not when you're talking to me like that, you're going to need to go upstairs, get changed and hide that outfit from your father if you actually want to keep it.” You warned her. “What do you care, you're not even my real mum, get out of the way!” She ordered knocking you out of the way and opening the door where Tooru was standing about to open it. “Where are you going?” Tooru asked, knowing that she had been caught she just whined (which reminded you of her father) as she turned and walked away from you both. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” You answered as you walked into the kitchen, Tooru followed after you. “I’ll be back in a second, I’m going to go and talk to her.” He said softly as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

Tooru knocked on the door opening it, his face was hard and unreadable “What?” Tamiko asked. “You need to apologize.” He said. “For what? Telling the truth, she’s not my mum.” She retorted. “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t say that because that woman downstairs is the only reason that you have a life like you do.” He answered. “Yeah sure.” Tamiko rolled her eyes as she looked away from him. “She was the one that told me that I should get the paternity test and then when we found out that you were my child she told me that she’d leave me if I abandoned you.” Tooru said “I’m going to go back downstairs and make sure that she’s okay and you should think about how you're going to apologize.” “What if she doesn’t forgive me?” She asked as Tooru reached the door and he looked back at her. “She’s more forgiving than you give her credit for.” Tooru answered before walking out and closing the door.

When he got back downstairs you were laying on the sofa with a bag of frozen peas on your hip and your arm over your eyes. He frowned as he walked over lacing his fingers with yours he moved your arm from your eyes and could see that you had been crying, his eyes then moved to your hip gently removing the bag and lifting your shirt to see the bruise forming there. He leaned down wrapping his arm around your waist lifting you so that you were sitting in his lap “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He said softly. “Don’t worry you can’t be here all the time, she’ll get over it, she’s just going through a phase, she’s 16.” You mumbled relaxing into him. “You're still defending her, even after you were hurt.” He sighed. “She didn’t hurt me, I just hit my hip when she shoved me, that's all.” You explained. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs, it’s time for you to get some rest my love.” He said softly as he easily lifted you and carried you up to bed completely forgetting about the peas.

The next morning you woke up before Tooru, you headed downstairs, your hip still hurting a little as you walked into the kitchen, shocked to see Tamiko cooking in the kitchen “what you doing up so early?” You asked. “I wanted to apologize for everything that happened yesterday.” She answered as she turned to you “I didn’t mean what I said, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” You dismissed her and she turned and shook her head. “Dad told me everything that you did when you both found out about me and I shouldn’t have said or done anything that I did yesterday, so sit down and let me make you breakfast please.” She pleaded. “You better do it quickly otherwise your Dad is going to come down those stairs whining about how you don’t ever make him breakfast.” You teased and she glanced at the stairs. “Right.” She nodded before turning back to the stove to get to work.

Issei Matsukawa

😪 Issei had Ichiro before you started dating him, he told you that he had a son and you were obviously okay with it, he was 10 when Issei introduced you and you seemed to get on well with you. 😪 Ichiro was just like his Dad, lazy and forgetful, you were often picking up after both of them on a daily basis. 😪 For a little while there was some trouble with his biological mum who didn’t want you anywhere near her child for some reason but after Ichiro chose to have you in his life that was the end of it. 😪 You were always there when he needed you and you made sure that he had everything that he needed but there were still times when you clashed and today was one of those days.

You had just finished cleaning the house when Ichiro came home, he flung his bag and jacket on the chair next to him before turning on the game console in the living room “Ichiro how was your day?” You asked, he smiled as he looked over at you and smiled. “It was good, I signed up for the volleyball club at school.” He answered and you smiled leaning against the door frame. “When does practice start?” You asked. “Probably next week, as long as I get on the team.” He shrugged. “Your Dad was on the team, you’ll definitely be able to get on it.” You assured him “make sure you hang up your coat and bag before dinner please.” “Yeah sure.” He answered as you walked back into the kitchen to finish the dinner.

“Ichiro!” You called when you finished cooking, there was no reply and you frowned, you walked into the living room and saw that he was still sitting on the sofa. “Ichiro…” Still no answer, you moved so that you were standing in front of the TV. “Hey move!” He said as he tried to lean around you. “I was talking to you.” You informed him. “And I was ignoring you.” He answered as he continued to play the game. “Any particular reason?” You asked. “Because I just want to finish this level.” He answered. “That doesn’t explain why you can’t answer me.” You said over the noise of his character dying. “You're annoying… God I hate you sometimes.” He mumbled as you stepped to the side, you knew that he didn’t mean it, he probably didn’t even realize what he said but you still left for the kitchen plating up food for the boys before going up to your bedroom deciding to give him some space.

30 minutes later Mattsun came in, he saw his son in the living room and assumed that he had missed dinner until he walked into the kitchen where the food was still on the table, he checked the temperature and noticed that it was getting cold “Ichi where’s (Y/N)?” He asked but when he received no answer he walked into the living room and unplugged the TV. “I’m talking to you.” “What?” He asked. “Where’s (Y/N)?” Mattsun asked. “I don’t know.” He answered with a shrug. “Last time I saw her she was calling me for dinner.” “Which you haven’t eaten.” He reminded him and he shrugged. “What’s going on?” “I… You have to promise not to be mad.” Ichiro finally started to look nervous . “What happened?” Mattsun asked. “I said something that I shouldn’t have and I need to apologize.” He answered. “Mmm.” He hummed “you do because we aren’t eating until

You heard a knock at the bedroom door and frowned “come in.” You called and were greeted with a very nervous looking Ichiro. You smiled at him “you enjoy dinner?” “What?” He asked. “Dinner, I left it in the kitchen.” You answered. “Oh I know, we haven’t eaten yet.” He said. “We? Your Dad’s home?” You asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Why aren’t you angry?” “Angry?” You asked. “About what I said.” He narrowed down the question and you looked at him and smiled. “Did you mean it?” You asked and he shook his head “what’d you come up here for?” “To apologize.” He answered. “Then what is there to be angry about, you said something you didn’t mean but you knew that it could have hurt my feelings so you apologized, nothing to be angry about.” You smiled as you opened your arms to him, he smiled walking over and hugging you. “Thanks mum.” He smiled and you squeezed him before turning him to the door. “Go wash up, I'll go and reheat everything so you can eat.” You informed him.

When you got into the kitchen you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend reheating everything and setting an extra plate for you. “I assume he apologized.” He said and you looked at him and smiled. “Don’t be mad at him, teenagers say things that they don’t mean all the time, plus there’s some news he needs to tell you.” You said as you walked over and kissed his cheek before taking the plate from him and placing it on the table, he grabbed you around the waist when the plate was safely on the table and pulled you back to him pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You're too good for us.” He mumbled. “I love you both and I don’t want anything else.” You said pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw “come on it’s time to eat.”

Hajime Iwaizumi

💪 Hajime had been happy in a relationship before his daughter was born, unfortunately due to complications in childbirth, the mother of his child died and he was left to raise a child on his own. 💪 You were his best friend at the time, you helped him as best that you could, you knew a little bit more about raising a child, you helped him every step of the way, you were there when he needed you. 💪 Hajime noticed that he may like you more than he realized when people started mistaking you for Hikari’s mum. He struggled with the idea that he was betraying his now deceased girlfriend but ultimately you both started dating. 💪 By now you were married, it was time for prom and that meant that it was time to buy a dress, Hajime had given you his card because he couldn’t be there and told you both to have fun.

The shopping trip started well, you laughed and joked around, you closed your eyes as she picked what dresses she took into the changing room and the first few dresses were hard to pick between but then she came out in a dress you knew Haji would kill you for letting her purchase so you shook your head. “I can’t let you have that one, your Dad would kill me.” “We don’t have to tell him.” She smiled. “How do you plan on hiding that?” You asked “we’re buying the dress with his card.” “We just get two, maybe you could buy this one and we get another one of Dad’s cards.” She suggested and you looked at her. “I think you can guess what I’m going to say Hikari.” You informed her and she looked at you and rolled her eyes. “You're no fun, I wish that my real mum was here instead of you.” She glared at you and you cleared your throat looking at the attendant. “Can you keep the rest of the dresses in the changing room aside, she’ll be back tomorrow with her Dad to make the final choice.” You requested as she looked at you and for a second you could see that she wanted to ask you something but instead nodded.

Hikari went upstairs without saying anything and you collapsed onto the sofa, you were only there for a second before you made yourself busy with tidying and making food but by the time that you were finished, you couldn’t deny the fact that what she had said got to you, you walked back into the living room and laid on the sofa and you don’t even know when you started crying, you noticed your phone light up and saw that Hajime was on his way home and decided to take a shower and wash your face, you didn’t want him to be angry at Hikari if they were going to go shopping tomorrow. By the time he got home you were washing up used bowls (Hikari had come down for food while you were in the shower), he wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder. “Did she choose a dress?” He asked. “Oh no, she couldn't choose one so I suggested you go back with her tomorrow and you can give her your opinion too.” You lied as you put the last down on the draining board, he kissed your shoulder and smiled. “I’m going to go and shower and then I’ll eat, is she upstairs?” He asked. “I hope so.” You forced a smile as he jogged up the stairs, you picked up his work bag and put all the clothes in the washing machine before going back to the living room where you almost ended up falling asleep, you heard shuffling behind you and glanced back to see Hikari standing by the door “what’s wrong?” “I shouldn’t have said what I said before.” She mumbled “you didn’t even tell him.” “Is that what you were worried about?” You asked. “I didn’t mean it.” She answered as she walked towards you sitting next to you. “You know it’s okay to feel that way though right?” You asked. “To miss your mum and want her to be here.” “That’s the thing, I’ve never felt that way because I’ve always had you.” She answered honestly and you smiled at her and leaned over pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “Well it doesn't matter how much you apologize to me, you're going shopping with your Dad tomorrow.” You smiled as you heard him jogging down the stairs. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “Your shopping trip tomorrow.” You answered as you moved to create some space for him after he got his food.

The following day you saw them both off and then went grocery shopping, cleaned the house and then cooked for them when they got home, you all ate food and Hikari showed you the dress that she got and requested that you help with her hair and make up because Hajime had shown her pictures from your prom. Hikari told you that she was going to bed. “The attendant said something to me while we were there today.” Hajime said softly as he gently run his hand up and down your arm. “What’s that?” You asked as you looked at him, your head rested on his chest. “She told me about what Hikari said.” He answered, lacing his fingers with yours. “Oh that.” You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. “I didn’t want you to be angry at her today, and then she apologized and we talked so I didn’t think it was worth anything.” You answered. “You’ll tell me next time, if something happens right?” He asked. “If I need you I’ll call you.” You promised. “You better.” He ordered pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your lips before he started looking for something to watch.

Takahiro Hanamaki

😁 Hanamaki made a mistake, one that resulted in the birth of his son Toshiro. He had been out with his friends one night when you were both on a break after a rather nasty fight and he was super drunk. 😁 He told you literally hours after when he showed up drunk and banging on the front door, he was panicking and don’t get me wrong you were angry but under the circumstances you weren’t actually dating. 😁 The next morning he made sure that you knew, he didn’t want anyone else, he was sure of it and he’d do anything to prove it to you. Based on how drunk he was when he knocked on your door, you were 99.9% sure that someone was going to be knocking on your door in 9 months. 😁 You were right, but when she saw that you were together, she decided that she didn’t want to be a mum and left the baby with you. When Hanamaki came home to find you with a baby in your arms he was confused but it was a welcome sight all the same.

In the years that followed you took to being a mum really well and he was left stunned at how well you coped considering he was constantly between jobs and you had a full time job before the baby came. You had found a way to make working from home a viable option and you raised Toshiro as best that you could.

Toshiro never asked about his biological but you never lied to him, you always said that you weren’t the one who brought him into this world and he never asked for more than that until he was 17 years old, you don’t know what made him ask but one day he came home, you were in the kitchen and Hanamaki was in the living room, he walked into the kitchen and sat at the table “What’s up kid?” You asked as you turned to him with a smile. “What happened with Dad and Mum?” He asked. “Your biological Mum?” You asked and he nodded. “What do you want to know?” “Well that happened when she left me here? Did she say anything?” He asked. “Well not really, she kind of just handed you to me and said that your Dad would have to look after him. Hiro wasn’t even here at the time.” You shrugged. “Do you think that I could meet her?” He asked. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You said softly as you sat down at the table. “Why?” He asked. “Maybe you should ask your Dad-” “Why won’t you tell me anything? You want to keep it a secret don’t you?” He accused the ruckus that had caused Takahiro to come in from the living room. “Toshiro, do you want to know why she won’t say anything about what happened between me and your mother?” He asked. “Because-” “Because the reason that me and your mum were together was because I was drunk and angry.” He answered. “Then your mum came 9 months later and left you with us and instead of telling me to get rid of you or leaving me with my new son, she raised you as her own and I wouldn’t have asked for anyone else.” “Whatever.” He mumbled before getting up and leaving the kitchen. “Hey you okay?” Hanamaki approached you. “Go and talk to him, if he wants to try and contact her then you should let him.” You said softly as you stood up. “Yeah I’ll talk to him in a minute, come here.” He said softly, opening his arms for you.

Over the next couple of days it was shaky but Takahiro did give Toshi everything that he needed to find his mum if he wanted to. You were sitting in the living room one day with Toshi came home, he saw you on the sofa and walked straight over to you, the moment that your eyes met you opened your arms for him, he hugged you climbing onto the sofa with you but he was just as tall as his father and fitting onto the sofa was a challenge “what happened?” You asked. “She told me never to come back.” Toshi answered. “I’m sorry.” You said, gently running your hand up and down his back in comfort. “I shouldn’t have bothered.” He mumbled, tightening his grip on you “All I need is you and Dad and I almost messed everything up for someone who didn’t even want me.” “You didn’t mess anything up, I’m not angry at you for wanting to know who your real mum is, I just didn’t want you to get hurt but I promise to always be here no matter what to help you get back up everytime.” You promised. “Thanks but there’s one thing that you got wrong.” He mumbled. “Huh? What’s that?” You asked. “You're my real mum, not her.” He answered.

Kentaro Kyotani (Mad Dog)

💢 To anyone who knew him in school, the fact that he had been a single Dad for a while would be a surprise. 💢 He treated his little girl like a Princess, she got everything that she wanted and there was no one to compete with and then he got an injury and was forced to go to physical therapy where he met you. 💢 You guys hit it off pretty well, and he decided that he wanted to take you out for a date, it was an awkward ask but he got there in the end. 💢 He introduced you to his daughter after a couple of months but seemed to tolerate you but you weren’t sure that she actually liked you.

Ken and you decided to try moving in together after a year of dating and while Ken thought that it was going well, you were going through hell. Kimiko made it her life’s goal to disobey you at every turn. When Ken was home you managed to get along and even have some fun sometimes but that was the only time that it happened and it was taking its toll on you.

You had just gotten back from dragging her out of a party “What were you thinking, do you know how worried I was when you didn’t come home?” You asked. “Worried? Why were you worried, it’s not like your mum or anything…” She waved you off as she walked away “it doesn’t matter because Dad’s always going to choose me.” You didn’t even say anything to her as she went upstairs because the truth was when it came down to it you expected him to choose her.

That was why Ken found you packing a bag when he came home “where are you going?” He asked. “Look this isn’t working, she doesn’t want me here.” You answered as you milled around collecting things that you could fit in your bag. “Wait, let me talk to her.” He pleaded. “It’s been a year, it’s not working, I wish it was because I really like you but we both have to do what is best for her.” You said softly and he walked over his hands coming up to cradle your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry.” He said softly, finally pressing a kiss to your lips. “It’s no one's fault it just doesn’t work, I’ll arrange a day to come pick up my stuff okay?” You asked. “Do you have somewhere to stay?” He asked. “Yeah I spoke to a friend after we got back.” You answered. “Let me drop you there.” He pleaded as he took your hand and headed out to the car.

It was a couple of weeks later when you came back to get some of the things that you had left you walked through the door and Kimiko was sitting on the stairs “where have you been?” she asked. “Did Ken not tell you?” You asked. “What?” She asked. “He’s been really sad these past couple of days. He hasn't really spoken to me. I was worried because he’s been practicing more and I remember what you said about rest after the injury.” “We decided that it wasn’t going to work.” You answered. “What are you talking about? Dad loves you!” She argued  “and you loved him I thought.” “I do love him but you were right about him always picking you, that is the way that it should be, he should always choose you and you didn’t like me so I have to go.” You explained. “What? You left because you thought that was what I wanted?” She asked. “Is that not what you wanted?” You asked. “I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t leave and I really wanted to go to that party.” She answered with a smile on her face at the last admittance. “Can we sort this out with Dad?” “Yeah sure.” You nodded with a smile.

You both drove down to the gym where he was practicing, Ken was in there on his own, it seemed like the rest of his team had left for the afternoon. “That doesn’t look like resting that shoulder.” You called from your place at the door, he turned around almost instantly looking at you. “What are you doing here?” He asked, it was like the first time that you met him. “I spoke to Kimiko today and she told me something.” You informed him and he looked at you and then noticed his daughter behind you. “What?” He asked. “She told me that she was giving me a hard time because she wanted to see if I could be trusted, she told me that she doesn’t hate me.” You smiled. “I was thinking maybe she could move back in if you wanted.” Kimiko suggested “I’ll leave you guys to talk about it, there’s this shop across the street that I wanted to check out.” “Are you coming back?” He asked. “Do you want me back?” You asked. “Please come back.” He pleaded as he mirrored the way that he held your face the night that you decided to leave and you smiled. “Shall we go home then?” You asked. “Let me shower.” He said. “I’ll wait by the car.” You said as he pressed a kiss to your lips and jogged into the changing room, you walked out and saw Kimiko standing by the car and smiled. “What are you doing out here?” You asked “thought there was a shop you wanted to check out.” “I just wanted to give you guys space, I even asked a friend if I could stay over, you guys have the house to yourselves.” She wiggled her eyebrows and you nudged her softly before rolling your eyes. “Stop that and get in the car so we can wait for your Dad.” You ordered unlocking the car for her. “You’ll thank me later.” She smirked as she climbed into the car and waited with you.

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MASTERMIND. HAIKYUU SMAU.

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synopsis. changing surroundings have never been easy for anyone, so when you’re parents send you away to live with your grandparents in hyogo — you’re scared shitless, and nothing seems to be getting better, until a certain setter decides to interrupt your free time.

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Found him like this- Seijoh Team

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Recovery date: January 22nd, 2020

Description: Seijoh discovers a dead body and decides what to do with it.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 471

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“So, let me get this straight, “ Iwaizumi started rubbing the bridge of his nose, “you just found him like this?”

“Yes!” other third years answered in unison.

Here they were huddled around a body, a very dead very smelly body. They were behind the gym, just after practice. It was dark so they couldn’t see what killed him, in fact they could barely tell it was a he. This was not the best sight and if anyone walked by, they’d definitely question it.

“Well, just leave him be. Someone’ll find him eventually.”

“But Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whined, “We can’t just leave him here.”

“Ya,” Hanamaki said.

“That would be cruel,” Matsukawa continued, “besides Oikawa touched it.”

“Why would you touch it?!”

“I didn’t touch it Iwa-chan! I poked it with a stick.”

“What’s going on?” Kunimi asked popping his head out with Kindaichi.

“Nothing!” they responded rather quickly.

They turned to face the other two hiding the body. Now facing the door, they failed to notice Yahaba and Kyotani walking by behind them. So when Yahaba spoke, everyone jumped.

“What’s with the body?”

“AHH!” they yelped.

When they turned around Kyotani was crouched in front of the body. Picking up a nearby stick he started poking it. The look of disgust on everyone's face would have been amusing if it wasn’t so agreeable. After all, poking a smelly corpse was not the most sanitary thing to do. Even with a stick it was still gross as hell. At this point the two first years were standing with them. 

So, now the group of them were huddled around the cold, smelly body. They began to discuss what to do with it. The discussion ranged from dump it to burn it (courtesy of Kyotani). 

“Why are you all still here?” Watari asked coming out of the gym with the rest of the team.

They all stepped out of the way. There was no point trying to hide it anymore. Someone was going to find the body anyways. It’s not like they’d done anything wrong anyway. 

“Really… This is what the yelling was about?” One of the others asked.

“A dead racoon…”

“Well what were we supposed to do?” Oikawa yelled.

“Just leave it,” Yahaba said.” Stop poking it,” he finished, kicking Kyotani.

“Alright,” Iwaizumi said, “now that it’s been settled let’s go home.”

“But Iwa-chan!”

“No, we’re leaving. Now,” Iwaizumi growled grabbing him and dragging him off.

With that finally settled everyone finally left. And that’s the story of how Seijoh stayed  almost two hours after practice… over a dead racoon. Every time someone tells this story, they like to leave out the fact that it was a racoon until the last possible moment. It’s become an inside joke for the team, “How many Seijoh players does it take to clean up a body?”

[andraxay]

yamaguchi is straight.

the bible says that homosexuality is bad and he completely agrees, he thinks. he hopes. he prays.

because sure girls were nice and pretty and he's had crushes on a few, but there's just something about boys that made yamaguchi feel giddy and warm.

he tells himself that he just appreciates them, even when holding hands with a boy gives him the same swooping feeling of thrill in his stomach he gets from doing the same with girls. no, he just appreciated boys, and it was totally different from the way he appreciated girls.

i'm straight i'm straight i'm straight

he sighs in relief when the girl holding his hand has him feeling giddy. i'm straight, he celebrates when she leans in for a kiss and he finds himself eagerly kissing back.

yamaguchi introduces her to his family as his girlfriend, his heart immediately dropping to his stomach when his mother mentions marriage. no, he's still too young for that, he tells himself. they're still too young, he convinces himself that that was the reason.

one day his girlfriend is the one to bring up marriage and he breaks up with her.

no. no marriage. 'i don't want to get married, ever' he thinks, trying to erase the image of him at the altar with a boy.

i'm straight i'm straight i'm straight

a boy smiles at him from across the room and yamaguchi desperately tries to push down the blush that threatened to creep up his neck.

i'm straight i'm straight i'm straight, yamaguchi tells himself repeatedly as the boy kisses him, the two of them hidden in an empty room in the small chapel.

matsukawa's lips were soft against him, his tongue warm as it invades his mouth, and he ignores the strain in his pants when matsukawa's body completely envelopes him as he's pushed against the wall.

he goes home that night and get off to the thought of what else matsukawa could do to him, of what else he wanted matsukawa to do to him. his room fills with needy moans and quiet pants of matsukawa's name. he cums and suddenly he gets a bitter taste in his mouth.

i'm straight i'm straight i'm straight

he's devastated, he's disgusted. he wants to claw his insides, to remove the butterflies going wild in his stomach. he chokes back his sobs as he cleans up the evidence of his sin. he gets dressed and drops to use his knees, spending the rest of the night praying, begging god to forgive him.

yamaguchi ignores matsukawa the next day, and the day after that, and the week after that. the hurt overrides the relief he feels when matsukawa finally gets the message and leaves him alone.

yamaguchi is straight.

yamaguchi is straight.

yamaguchi is straight.

yamaguchi wishes he was straight.

but he wasn't, yamaguchi was never straight to begin with.

because sure girls were nice and pretty and he's had crushes on a few, but there's just something about matsukawa that had him feeling giddy and warm.

i'm not straight i'm not straight i'm not straight

he tells his parents and immediately feels the sting of a slap, his father's eyes wide in anger and his mother's in shock. he's no longer welcome and yamaguchi feels the betrayal tear him apart. the entire house is quiet when he leaves.

yamaguchi is on his knees, crying and begging for forgiveness, but not to god.

matsukawa pulls him up, wiping away the tears from yamaguchi's face before their lips meet in a heated kiss. yamaguchi flinches, his brain screaming at him to pull away. but he doesn't, he pulls matsukawa closer and that night he let's him take him.

yamaguchi wakes up to matsukawa's warmth the next day and feels nothing but relief. he sobs and matsukawa wakes up to sound of his cries and the feeling of his shaking body against him. he let's matsukawa hold him as he cries. because he's not straight, he's not straight, he's not straight, and yamaguchi is finally starting to accept that.

yamaguchi is not straight.

the bible says homosexuality is bad but he completely disagrees.

because sure girls were nice and pretty and he's had crushes on a few, but there's just something about watching his husband make him breakfast that has yamaguchi feeling warm and giddy.

[skullpen]

A Gift For When I'm Gone

Pairing: Hanamaki/Matsukawa, Matsuhana Summary: Hanamaki is going away on a business trip for a while and felt bad leaving Matsukawa all alone. So they plan on leaving a special gift behind to keep him company. Words: 2,207 Tags: One Shot, Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Canon, Nonbinary Hanamaki Takahiro, Fluff, Living Together, Texting

hey friends, i wrote a lil oneshot matsuhana just some cute lil fluff, cuz its been a while since ive written anything i still got some fics floating around in my head that i need to get down but its taking some time, so enjoy this one that i managed to squeak out

[clubkira]

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN JAPAN .ᐟ

── TIMESTAMPS SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

it’s been raining in manila, hindi ka ba nilalamig?

premise. when the storm clouds clear overhead, our love blooms. through the thunderstorms and rain showers, all i see and love is you.

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. timestamps series. rain as a central theme. 24 hrs clock. fluff (with some suggestive moments). standalone oneshots. most are set pre-timeskip.

notes. series updates irregularly. all oneshots are unrelated to one another. more oneshots tba.

series soundtrack. raining in manila : lola amour.

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN …

── MIYAGI .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ karasuno high.

[ 19:21 ] — sudden downpour.

⌗ shōyo hinata. tobio kageyama. kei tsukishima. tadashi yamaguchi. hitoka yachi.

[ 15:55 ] — singin’ in the rain.

⌗ shōyo hinata.

[ 16:52 ] — when it rains, it pours.

⌗ kei tsukishima.

[ 6:37 ] — all four seasons.

⌗ sawamura daichi. koushi sugawara. azumane asahi. shimizu kiyoko.

˳༄꠶ aoba johsai high┊seijoh.

[ 18:37 ] — freshly mown grass.

⌗ tōru oikawa. hajime iwaizumi. issei matsukawa. takahiro hanamaki.

˳༄꠶ shiratorizawa academy.

[ 07:24 ] — puddles.

⌗ wakatoshi ushijima. satori tendō.

[ 17:25 ] — sweet melodies.

⌗ eita semi.

── TOKYO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ nekoma high.

[ 23:42 ] — last train.

⌗ tetsurō kuroo. kenma kozume. morisuke yaku. nobuyuki kai. shōhei fukunaga. taketora yamamoto.

[ 16:36 ] — shelter.

⌗ kenma kozume.

[ 03:24 ] — power outage.

⌗ tetsurō kuroo.

˳༄꠶ fukurōdani academy.

[ 21:02 ] — double take.

⌗ keiji akaashi.

˳༄꠶ itachiyama institute.

[ 10:39 ] — after hours.

⌗ kiyoomi sakusa.

── HYŌGO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ inarizaki high.

[ 19:57 ] — fireworks.

⌗ shinsuke kita.

[ 02:19 ] — pitter patter.

⌗ rintarō suna.

[ 18:25 ] — couch hog.

⌗ atsumu miya. osamu miya.

── NAGANO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ kamomedai high.

[ 19:52 ] — fireflies.

⌗ sachirō hirugami. kōrai hoshiumi.

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[valentoru]

|| Tōru Oikawa x Reader ||

Type: Oneshot, fluff.

Synopsis: Winter days dating Oikawa Tōru.

Warnings: Minor angst, Language.

Authors Note: this is so crap but I just wanted to post, start to get into the gist of things🤗

Winter.

Something you loved but also hated. You hated the way it bit at your fingers but you loved the way it made for some beautiful moments.

You especially loved how clingy it made your boyfriend, Tōru Oikawa, the infamous setter of Seijoh, known for his gorgeous looks and mean attitude on court was actually a softy pants. Especially when it came to you.

However, there was one thing he wouldn’t do, and that was give you any sort of affection in public, not yet anyway, though your relationship wasn’t exactly “new” it was unknown to many and until he was ready to tell people that you were dating, it would remain a secret.

It wasn’t because he was embarrassed, or anything to do with you, it wasn’t even anything to do with him, no, it was to do with his fans. Though Tōru loved the attention and fawning he received from his fans he was also deathly afraid of them. After the time they attempted to get Iwaizumi expelled for being “too close” to him he thought better of telling people about you, to protect you.

However, there were still people who knew, like Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, since you often times showed up to many hang out sessions, Tōru thought telling them would be just fine.

And it was.

Except, it wasn’t. This whole secretive things was driving you a little nuts. You understood why Oikawa wanted to do it, if anything you were grateful but at times like these you cursed him to hell and back. All you wanted to do was warm up in your boyfriend’s embrace and yet, you couldn’t. Because he would say the same snobby thing that he does every time you try to so much as hold his hand anywhere other than the comfort of each other’s privacy.

“Now now, Y/N little eager?” Dick. You loved him but he’s still a dick.

You had half a mind to give him a piece of your mind when you finally arrived to school.

You were walking as quickly as you could, trying to get to school as fast as you could to be out of this cold. You had your thickest scarf and your puffiest coat on and yet it still wasn’t enough. Your poor legs were freezing off.

When you got to the front gates of the school you were met with a seemingly pissed Iwaizumi, bringing your borderline jog to a halt.

“Iwa?” He startled and looked at you. Some of that sour mood of his dissipating from his features upon seeing you.

“Y/N.”

“You look extremely pissed for so early in the morning, what’sup?” You moved so you were a little closer to him, trying your absolute hardest to not shiver.

“Crappykawas fans girls.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the scene behind him, the same scene you were seeing for the umpteenth time this week. “You know, they don’t usually piss me off this bad, but today, they’re really pissing me off. I’m so cold and shittykawa won’t hurry the hell up.”

“Well then why didn’t you just leave him?”

“Because, you know how it is with him, you should know better than me. His shitty ass would whine like a damn baby if I left him.”

You giggled to yourself, it was true, Tōru had a tendency to whine about things like that. “He can suck it up.” You smiled, bitterly. Sure, you loved your boyfriend all the world but he did piss you off with this stuff.

“I’ll never hear the end of it. Why don’t you step in?”

“Why would I? It’s not like people know we’re—” you moved an inch closer checking your surroundings and lowered your voice. “—dating.”

“Yeah, but still, people know you’re his friend, and they’re all afraid of you.”

“No they’re afraid of you.”

“No”

“Yes, that’s why they wanted you expelled because they were too scared of going near Tōru when you were around.” You snickered to yourself at the sheer memory of the chaos that unfolded last year, all due to Oikawas silly little fan girls.

He scoffed. “Yeah right. It’s whatever anyway, they’re scared of you so do something.” He started to push you in the direction of Oikawa. Surely Tōru would get mad at you for this but, it was starting to piss you off the way they were all over him.

Besides, it just so happens you just caught one of them grabbing his bicep.

“Crappykawa.”

At the sound of your voice, Tōru span on his heel. There was no wrath he feared more than yours, Iwaizumis a close second .

“Ah, Y/N. Ahah. To what do I owe the honour.” Oh, so he was trying the flattery game.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes yes, right sorry ladies but I must go!” There was an uproar of “awwwhs” until one girl shouted,

“Why would you listen to her, is she like, your girlfriend?”

Both of your heads span in the direction of the girl, you cheeks burnt with heat, a shocking contrast the the temperature of your body.

“N-no! He just-he-he needs to go he can’t be catching a cold in this weather or else you won’t be able to watch him play!” nice save, you thought to yourself. Now, you had the perfect excuse you grab him by the sleeve and start dragging him inside. Iwaizumi in tow.

You let go of Oikawa when your got the gym, letting him walk inside by himself. You whined and looked at your fingers, they were bright red from the nipping cold outside.

“Tōruuu!” You whined again and reached your hands out to Oikawa. “Please help me warm my hands up.” He grabbed them, span you around and put his hands over your hands in your pockets, warming you up immediately.

He did this a lot, didn’t say a single word but did exactly what you needed.

“Sorry about that Iwa.” Tōrus voice was as bashful as ever.

“No you’re not. Shittykawa, you’re egos too big and they fuel it. If you just told them you were dating someone, especially Y/N they would just leave you alone then I wouldn’t have to half freeze to death. All those girls are mildly afraid of Y/N I don’t see why the hell you can’t just say you’re dating her and have done with it, seriously, it’s almost been a year.”

Iwa made a good point, and a good opening for you to give him a piece of your mind. “Yeah, Tōru why can’t we tell people now? I wanna be able to do this type of stuff wherever not just in private. Also, I’m sick of seeing those girls touching you so much…you are mine after all.”

“You’re both right. I just worry they may try to hurt you and thats just the last thing I want.”

“Pleaseeeee, I can look after myself!” you looked at him, batting your eyelashes in that way you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Fine.”

“Thank GOD.” Iwaizumi span on his heel and left the gym letting the cold winter air flood in, except this time, your boyfriend would protect you from the cold.

Winter.

From now on, you loved it.

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[jamminlocks]

CUTE??? {Komori fic}

Tags: F/M, komori motoya x reader, komori motoya & reader, komori motoya x oc, komori motoya & oc, humor, fluff, funny, Komori centric fic, POV third person, Komori Motoya is a mess, original characters are unnamed and not described other than their vibes and player number, not beta read, oneshot Word count: 2106 Summary: amongst a crowd of volleyball players walking around the gymnasium, Komori bumps into someone while he is looking for Sakusa and Iizuna. A/N: in the haikyuu timeline, this is set at the interhigh tournament after Karasuno lost to Aoba Johsai. i will come back and edit this [ao3]

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It’s day two of the interhigh national tournament and all four courts are still in the middle of a game.  Everything is lively, from the games on the court to the audience on the bleachers. The different cheers are loud and its echoes fill the gymnasium. It's almost distracting enough for Motoya to focus on the game in front of him when the crowd watching from another court is getting all riled up. He sits on the bleachers along with the rest of his team. Kiyoomi sitting right beside him. The game in front of them being Matsukawa Tech vs Inarizaki, barely in the middle of the second set. 

Much like last year, the cheering on Inarizaki's side was grand and hostile. Motoya feels bad for everyone serving in Matsukawa, going through the unpleasant feeling of getting boo-ed at. It's already bad enough that they are six points behind Inarizaki but they seem to be catching up when a wall of their blockers scores, blocking a spike from Ojiro Aran no less.

He wanted to watch a little longer. After all, Inarizaki is a team Itachiyama has an eye on for many reasons. Matsukawa Tech also had their best server in the current rotation. As a libero, Motoya needs to understand how they play for him to know how to best receive. But, he'd like to drink something that isn't water before a game, maybe go to the restroom and wash up. It will save him from Kiyoomi's commanding scowl when he asked if he had washed his hands.  

Motoya excuses himself. As he stand, Iizuna-san, who is sitting behind him, asks "where are you going?" 

"I'm gonna try to find some Potari sweat and go to the restroom." 

"Oh, I'll come with you. I actually want to see what they have on the t-shirt stalls." 

"I'll come, too." Kiyoomi said, still focused on the game. 

"You want to go to the restroom, too?" Motoya said, hinting it to something which Kiyoomi doesn't like by side-eyeing him.

"I want to see Shiatorizawa's match up close," his cousin coldly states. 

Motoya scans the occupied courts, the match with Shiratorizawa is way on the other side. If they're quick on their feet, they won't mess much. Not feeling the need to tease his cousin any further, he waits for their captain and his cousin to stand and they all excuse themselves from their team as they walk out of the lined seats. Letting Iizuna-san lead the way. "Let's get going," he said to them.

"Who are Shiratorizawa up against?" Motoya asked, padding the pocket of his sports jacket, checking if he had left some money in them. It had enough money for a drink.

"It's Chikuida," Kiyoomi said, not a hint of enthusiasm for the mentioned team. They're not a powerhouse like Shiratorizawa or Itachiyama, nor are they newcomers to the national tournament.

"They're back this year?" Motoya said, somewhat excited. "Good luck to them I guess." And good luck is all he could wish for them. Much as he likes for the tables to turn to Chikuida's favor and for something fresh and new on the tournament brackets, he doubts they could actually beat Shiratorizawa, especially against Ushijima-san’s spikes. It is an exciting thought if they can. When they walk up to the game in question, it, too, is at its second set, which is already impressive given Shiratorizawa won both sets the day before. "Wow, they're even so far," Iizuna-san pointed to the scoreboard, displaying 10-11. In that moment, Chikuida scored from a spike from their opposite hitter sticking directly on the line, changing the score, 11-11.

They watched without seating on the bleachers and out of the way from where people were walking. The game flows with the two teams basically interchanging points, continuously neck and neck. Then, Chikuida is ahead of Shiratorizawa by four points. Kiyoomi leans a little closer. Motoya notices and he snickers a little. As per-usual, Sakusa Kiyoomi gets agitated at the possibility that another team is inching closer to the level of powerhouse schools.

Iizuna-san waves for Motoya to come with him then turns to Kiyoomi. "Sakusa, I'll go ahead with Komori. Be back in a minute."

Kiyoomi only nods in silence, attention still at the game. Motoya and Iizuna-san leave him in the spacious area among the audience of the Shiratorizawa vs Chikuida match. The two then split up when Iizuna-san headed to the t-shirt stalls to peruse. 

The restroom came first before the vending machine, so Motoya goes there to wash his hand – wiping with his own handkerchief, of course – before buying a drink. Lucky for him, one of the machines has Potari sweat and it drops out without much trouble for him. As he walks, he snaps open the white cap of the bottle, deciding whether he should go back to Kiyoomi or look for Iizuna-san.

And then, the crowd suddenly grew densers, players, gymnasium staff, and the media staff merging in the hall. Their long strides became careful short walks not to add more hassle in the crampedness. Motoya does his best to move around everyone that comes in front of him from what he can tell, he’s getting closer to where he last saw Iizuna-san.

He keeps an open eye for the signature bright yellow of Itachiyama’s jersey in the crowd while closing the led of the bottle. Instead, Iizuna’s mint green hair is the first thing he spots. Motoya calls out to his captain as he waves his unoccupied hand though doesn’t seem to hear it. He moves forward through the crowd until he allows a pair of players to pass. Coming from a different direction, someone bumps into Motoya and the person yelps weakly. The collision has him losing grip of the bottle. As the person starts a half scream that's immediately cut when they catch it could hit the ground.

"Ah, sorry!" He quickly apologizes with his hands shyly reaching out to them, worried that he might have bumped into them somewhere inappropriate. The person stops and stands up right meeting his gaze. A player on the girls side of the tournament. She hands the bottle over. Her team uniform is white with dark green sleeves and a green number 11. She looks at him in shock, worry and apologetic, but she squints. Then, it instantly switches to a charming, wide smile that almost had her cheeks hide her eyes.

“OH HEY!” the girl chimes, less of a greeting and more of realization. Voice smooth and silky, mixed with a kind of bubbly friendliness. "You really do have round eyebrows! That's so cute!!" 

Confusion came like being thrown a bucket of warm water on his back. His first reaction is to laugh in his befuddlement. 

“Eh???” is all Motoyo could muster as he stands still and grip on the bottle getting firmer. 

Then, there's giggling from beside the girl, players in the same uniforms as her, trying their best to hide their laughing and wheezing. They seem just as confused as to what just occurred and appear apologetic on her behalf. Their sweet and nice voices adds to Motoya’s embarrassment. Lucky for him, they are having secondhand embarrassment from teammate’s action underneath their laughter.

"That's what you say first?" The girl in number 5 said in disbelief, grinning from ear to ear as she teases her teammate. "Not even a ‘sorry’?" Said the girl with the number 8, who sounded more troubled despite being humored by it as well.

Someone with the jersey labeled number 2 steps forward, confident and concerned. Their vice-captain, he assumes. "I'm really sorry for my teammate here,” she starts, bowing to Motoya. “She doesn't know how to think before she opens her mouth."

He would have said ‘no worries’ or ‘ it's fine.’ But still a bit surprised from what's happening, Motoya’s words practically froze and he could hesitantly bow back while darting from one girl to the next assessing how many saw that. It did not help that they are all very pretty and they don’t seem offended by him.

“I’m sorry,” number 11 said. “Your arm’s not hurt, is it?” She speaks so kindly. 

Motoya actually checks for pain. Nothing is really there other than a sting that will leave in a moment or two, so he shakes his head. “It’s alright. no harm done,” he said, trying to match her softness to appear not irritated, waving his arms to her to communicate not to pay no more concern over it.

Chuckling, number 5 says, “you really are something, huh? Calling the nation’s best libero ‘cute’.” 

The mention of his appointed title was an arrow of panic in Motoya’s veins. They know him?! He screamed in his thoughts. What else do they know!? 

"She's right though, you are pretty cute," bluntly said by number 12, hand on her chin as she eyes Motoya up and done. Her eyes hinting cheeky interest in him and he thinks something popped in his head. Getting called cute by a pretty girl once is flustering, but again by another girl? That's more than he thinks he can take. Motoya could feel two more degrees of heat up his face. What should he say after that? 

“Um.. thanks?” Motoya said in appreciation while trying his damndest to not sound squeaky in front of these girls. 

Number 11 turns to Motoya again and simply states, “I mean, you do look better in person,” effortlessly doubling down on her comment. They all laugh at her honesty to blatantly compliment him again.

“And taller,” added 5 and some of the girls shook their heads in agreement. Number 2 is the only one who does not join in, placing a hand over her face.

“Um, what's going on here?” Iizuna’s voice invades and takes everyone's attention, and he is with Kiyoomi. The question was more likely pointed to Motoya, but the vice captain of the girl’s team quickly raised her hand and bowed slightly to the two players. “I’m sorry. One of my teammates bumped into your libero and nearly dropped his drink,” she explained.

The other girls follow suit by apologizing to Motoya’s teammates. One by one, they bid the libero farewell. Saying ‘bye’ to Motoya teasingly with a sweet tune as they smile and wave. 

“Good luck to you, guys,” formally said the vice-captain. Motoya and Iizuna-san return it.

11 waves to him.“Sorry again, Komori-chan.” Her voice still caught him off guard. 

Motoya’s eyes last strays on the girl with number 9, who has been covering her laughter the entire time. She gives him an amused look as she smirks at Motoya then sends him a flirty nod. The gesture makes him want to hide his warm face. 

He watches them all leave, almost in a trance. While Iizuna and Kiyoomi are left to ponder what they just walked into.

Suddenly, Motoya sharply turns to the two. Fists clenched and pumped. “GUYS!” He calls them. His cheeks and ears slowly turned to a shade of red. Eyes wide in nervousness, panicked, yet determined. A quivering smile.

“WE- WE’RE GOING TO WIN!!!”

“That is the goal,” Kiyoomi deadpans.

The two may not completely know what had happened but it must have been something enough to practically short-circuit his brain. It finally settles to Motoya that his heart is rushing.

Iizuna nervously laughs, "How about you drink that Potari of yours?" 

Motoya does and he accidentally chugs down the entirety of the bottle.

“You good?” Iizuna asks, concern in

Motoya meekly says “yeah” but he doesn't believe him. With the Libero drinking a 500ml bottle, it leads all of them back to the restroom. Kiyoomi washes his hands again for good measure while Motoya does business, then washing his hands and face. Yet he is still flustered.

Returning with their one teammate several shades redder, Iizuna had to explain that It isn’t a fever or anything and his loose understanding of the situation that happened.

After that, Itachiyama won their match that day and the following matches after that up until the finals.

That little interaction Motoya had with the girls was long forgotten by the time they won the inter-high school tournament. To Iizuna, it's probably the strangest prophetic thing he has witnessed. He isn't superstitious, but it sure was funny to think that Motoya basically manifested their wins. Kiyoomi could care less. As for Motoya, little compliments placked in his brain and the memory of the event comes back to him clear as day. If he thinks a little too long about it, he’ll just steam his head up like a kettle.

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A/N: I had this on my drafts for so long that but when i found out it was komori's birthday, I had to cram this like it was an academic essey due tomorrow ahahahahahaha

but i think i should apologies cause I dont know how to tag this. its technically a komori centric fic, but could be read as 3rd-pov komori x reader fic (to whichever girl had the most rizz lol) or 3rd-pov komori x oc fic, so i tagged it as both. i hope it doesn't bother anyone its tag that way.

thanks for reading and Happy birthday to Komori 🎉🥳🎊

[nicka-nell]

SFW-Requests/HC

Osamu - feeding his s/o

Matsukawa - comforting his stressed out s/o

Ushijima | Satori - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Osamu | Kuroo - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Bokuto | Suna | Atsumu - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Sakusa | Akaashi | Sawamura - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Semi | Oikawa | Kenma - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Akaashi | Ushijima | Iwaizumi - React to your ex boyfriend writing to you

Sakusa | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sugawara - What they give you for the anniversary

Sakusa - Accidental confession

Ushijima | Tendou - New year celebration

Osamu | Atsumu - Miya twins with their twin babies

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa | Suna | Kuroo | Iwaizumi - Showering with their s/o

Suna - Remember us this way (angst) Part 1 | Part 2

Atumu - break up because of a pregnancy (angst)

Suna - pregnancy confession going wrong

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa - Seeing you in lingerie

Ushijima | Sakusa | Atsumu | Osamu - Would they talk about their relationship or you with reporters

Oikawa | Osamu | Kita - Things you fight about and how they comfort you afterwards

Kuroo | Ushijima | Suna - Things you fight about a lot and how they comfort you afterwards

Good morning kisses - Bokuto | Futakuchi | Kita | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sawamura | Ushijima

Awkward boyfriend moments - Atsumu | Bokuto | Oikawa | Osamu | Suna | Ushijima

Awkward boyfriend moments - Kita | Iwaizumi | Akaashi | Kuroo | Daichi | Ennoshita | Matsukawa | Kageyama | Hinata 

How they found out they love you and how they confessed - Semi | Ushijima | Daichi | Osamu

18+ Requests/HC 🔞🍋

Akaashi | Oikawa | Kuroo - Having their first time

Sawamura | Sugawara | Tendou - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Bokuto | Kozume - Having their first time

Osamu | Sakusa | Atsumu | Haiba - Having their first time

Suna | Matsukawa | Ukai | Hanamaki - Having their first time

Kyoutani | Ushijima | Kageyama - Having their first time

Daishou | Kita | Azumane - Having their first time

Yaku | Nishinoya | Hinata - Having their first time

Semi | Shirabu | Futakuchi - Having their first time

Kunimi | Yamaguchi - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Ushijima | Tendou - How they comfort their s/o when she thinks he wants to break up because of another girl

Atsumu | Sakusa | Oikawa - pregnancy sex

Osamu | Hinata | Suna | Tsukishima

Social Media-AU/Text Messages

SMAU: Ride of love - Osamu x reader | Atsumu x reader

Ushijima |Tendou - I’m breaking up with you

Bokuto | Kuroo - I’m breaking up with you

Kozume | Kageyama - I’m breaking up with you

Atsumu | Sakusa - I’m breaking up with you

Kuroo | Kozume | Kageyama | Oikawa - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Tendou | Bokuto | Akaashi - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Yamaguchi | Atsumu | Kuroo - He accidentally confesses

Kozume | Ushijima | Tendou - Tell them you're pregnant

Kageyama | Sawamura | Oikawa - Tell them you're pregnant

Sakusa | Atsumu | Akaashi - Tell them you're pregnant

Bokuto | Osamu | Kuroo - Tell them you're pregnant

18+ Oneshot🔞🍋  

Suna x Kita x Osamu x Atsumu x reader - Pinned down (DC/ Mafia-AU)

Suna x reader, Akaashi x reader - Pinned down Part 2 (DC/ Mafia-AU)

Server Collab

Autumn Leaves - Colorful colors, joy and love (Ukai x reader)

Fantasy - Just a dream (Sawamura x reader)

Fist choice - Tell me when (Atsumu x reader)

Meet Ugly - Misunderstanding (Sakusa x reader)

18+ Server Collab 🔞🍋

Fantasy - You will be mine (DC/ Ukai x Reader)

Prompt: If he knew - Say... Who do you belong to (DC/ Ushijima x Reader)

Secret Santa - Merry Christmas Princess (Sakusa x Reader)

Hard at work - Behave, little brat (Atsumu x Reader x Sakusa)

Mythology - Trapped in eternity (DC/ Kuroo!Hades x reader!Nymph)

Public Sex - Just one stop (Suna x reader)

Halloween - Payback time (Suna x reader)

Three times the charm - Pleasant Distraction (DC/ Suna x reader x Osamu)

[jotatetsuken]

'tis the damn season

features: hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used, written in 2nd person)

submission for: @woahsamu’s  “It's Always Been You” Collab  | song: ’tis the damn season - taylor swift | type of writing: oneshot | trope: slice of life, exes to lovers | wc: 2530

summary: when you come back to japan for the holiday season, while walking along the sidewalk enjoying the snow, a chance encounter with your ex reminds you how much you miss and still love him.

content warnings: partial haikyuu timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, talks of the breakup, talks of commitment-phobia, the reader's being called baby, love

beta reading: @mxonigirimiya @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (ily all thank you so much <333) | networks: @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

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a/n: when i first chartered my list of fics i was going to write for tumblr, i had a fleeting idea for this song along with iwa, and when the collab came into existence, i knew what i had to do: bring the idea to fruition. taylor swift's one of my favs (y'all know this lol), so it's no surprise that my writing's based on one of her songs. plus, I thought of creating a moodboard instead of the usual banner. also, this is based on a two-year relationship i'd had with my ex in uni before i left for the states and he decided to stay in india and prepare for civil services exam. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated.

It had been a cold, chilly winter in Miyagi. The temperatures were almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed both of your mitten-covered hands together while blowing a warm breath in between them. While listening to calming music with your hands in your pockets, you walked along the sidewalk enjoying the snow. Suddenly, you paused along the tracks and took out your earphones, when you recognized a familiar face. One that you know all too well. While his familiar dark brown spiky hair was covered by a dark green beanie with dinosaurs on it, your gaze caught the man's olive-green irises. You took a step back in surprise, your breath caught in your throat, placing one hand on your chest as you realized who it was.

A soft smile spread across his face as he walked toward you. At that moment, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you tried to conceal your flushed cheeks, with all the memories you two shared flashing through your mind. From making fun of his best friend, Tooru Oikawa, to pranking the pranksters of Aoba Johsai, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to going out on different dates: for coffee, for movies, for volleyball matches, for karaoke. The way you used to text each other, passing around secret notes, exchanging love letters, having clandestine encounters in the corridors, everything. He was your first kiss, your first love, and the one to whom you chose to lose your virginity, and as they say, “you never forget your first love.” You also felt a tug on your chest as you remembered the day you broke up with him. 

You had seen many long-distance relationships break, and while you were amazed at how your parents could manage when they were apart for so long, with your father being in the merchant navy, nevertheless, you were scared that you would end up in the same situation. As a result, you dropped the bomb on Hajime Iwaizumi and told him why you had to end the relationship when he revealed that he was moving to the United States to study sports sciences and eventually work for a person he looked up to, Utsui Takashi. The truth is, you loved him too much to let him go. You loved the way he stood by your side whenever things weren’t going so well. You loved being engulfed in his embraces, and more so, you loved being lost in his kisses, every touch of his sending shivers down your spine. You knew he always treated you right; you especially experienced it, but you were afraid your relationship wouldn’t stand the test of time. In addition, he could see there was something wrong with you from miles away, but he never knew what it was until you revealed it to him.

When he heard what you felt, he was very upfront with you, albeit his gaze at you was laced with melancholy. “You know, baby,” he responded, with his shoulders drooping, “I’m actually hurt that you would think that our relationship would fade away as we meet different people, because trust me, what you and I have, I don’t think I can ever have that with anyone. However,” he reached out for both of your hands and held them, saying, “I’ll always be grateful for the memories we had together. I strongly believe that we’ll still find a way to each other, no matter what.” He then cupped your cheeks and planted a farewell kiss before leaving your house, concluding, “That’s because it’s always been you, my love. Always and forever.”

As you opened your eyes, you noticed him standing in front of you. He always had a great sense of fashion, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie. He was known to make things look good on him. He smiled at you, ever so softly, with his gaze never leaving yours. Unbeknownst to you, a warm smile crept upon your face, as you muttered your first word to him in years: “hey.” He also replied with a single word: “hey,” as you two stopped talking for a while, oddly finding comfort in the silence you two were sharing. You tilted your head and asked him, “It’s been a hot minute, Iwaizumi. When did you come back?” He let out a small chuckle, responding, “You know that you can still call me Hajime, right? I came back a couple of days ago for the holidays. I’ll be here until the second week of January.” Nodding, you weren’t sure as to how you could continue the conversation until an idea popped up in your head. “So, um,” you hesitated, before continuing, “Let’s walk together, to Sakanoshita and get some pork buns. What do you think?” He grinned at you, responding, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The walk to the store was not a silent one; instead, you two handled small talk well. You learned that Hajime was about to complete his senior year in undergrad in sports sciences and will be interning under Utsui Takashi, his role model, after college. He then reveals that Takashi turned out to be the father of his and Tooru Oikawa’s high school nemesis: Wakatoshi Ushijima. You both shared a light-hearted chuckle as he continued, saying that after the internship was over, he intended to work as a full-time athletic trainer and that he was attempting to become the trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. For some reason, this gave you a glimmer of hope. 

As you two bought a couple of pork buns from Keishin, nodding at both of you before leaving the store, he was about to ask you whether you were currently seeing anybody when you interrupted him by telling him that you were pursuing your final year in your college studies in Tokyo with Tetsuro Kuroo, an alumnus of Nekoma High School, and you were set to work alongside him in the Japanese Volleyball Association. While his enthusiasm seemed to have died a little bit, thinking that you were probably seeing the former Nekoma captain, you then cleared your throat and confessed to him, something that he found oddly assuring.

“I don’t know where you stand, relationship-wise, but you were right, Hajime. I dated other guys, not Kuroo, because I told him about you, and we just became friends, but I dated other guys, and they weren’t you. They could never be you.”

As he held your hands in silence, a single tear drop streamed down his cold cheeks as he smiled in response to your confession. While you were confused as to what that meant, he asked you in a soft voice, “Do you still stay with your parents, or did you get an apartment of your own?” With a tint of blush hitting your cheeks, you nodded, replying, “I do stay on my own in Tokyo, but here I stay with my parents. However, they’ve gone to Bangkok to visit my relatives, and I told them that I'd be joining them soon, so until then, I live alone. Did you want to come over and spend some time?” He shook his head in denial, replying, “Not until you truly are ready to be with me again.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, he continued, “If I do end up coming over, the good memories will return, and I'll want you to commit to me. There’s no middle ground anymore, (y/n). It’s either we get back together, or we stay as acquaintances.” You were taken aback at his confidence. For a moment, you pondered and realized that he had never stopped having feelings for you. Respecting his opinion, you nodded, and suddenly, an idea popped into your head. “So,” you said, “I’ll not be here for long. Maybe a week or so. Until then, would it be okay if we hung out at your place with Mattsun and Makki, and during that time, we can see whether the feelings still exist, and we can, um, give it a go.” Smiling, he nodded in agreement. “Alright, seems fair. We can do that.”

He then called Mattsun and Makki and urged them to come to his house with a couple of board games and to set up video cameras to surprise someone that was coming home after a while. As you two ate your now lukewarm pork buns while walking to Hajime’s house, you started talking about the crazy moments that happened to the both of you while you were away working on your goals. Upon reaching the house, your memories come back as to how you met him in the first place. You then opened the door to find the boys shocked that you had come back, and as you looked at the video camera to their right that caught their expressions, you and Hajime laughed at them, much to their chagrin.

As the days went by, you four hung out often at Hajime’s house, playing different kinds of board games,exercising, watching movies, and catching up with each other. You would even video call Oikawa to surprise him, and he’d whine with a pouty face, “Why am I not there now?” to which you’d reply, “because someone chose to fly to exotic places over us,” with the rest of you cackling and laughing at the milkbread-loving setter. What was seemingly oblivious to Mattsun and Makki was that there were stolen glances exchanged between the both of you, you found your hands brushing against each other often, and you would mistake other people’s names for each other. One day, someone had dropped cutlery, and while you’d kneeled to pick some spoons and forks up, you noticed Iwaizumi kneeling to pick up the same, causing your faces to be a couple of centimeters apart, and as you two realized that the tension between you was so strong that you could use a knife to cut through it, you gulped a little bit of air down your throat.

The day before you were about to leave for Bangkok, you called him and started cajoling him, “Hajime, I need to talk to you. Would you be able to come over, please?” Exhaling a deep breath, he replied, “Okay, fine. I’m on my way.” You were pacing around the living room for fifteen minutes, confused as to why you were feeling this way until the doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. When you unlocked the door, Hajime was standing on the front porch, shivering. His hands were in the muff of the dark blue hoodie, with his hood down so that you could see him clearly. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hands through it one too many times. You let him in, a panting mess, looking as if he had just been jogging in the chilly weather. As you two sat on the warm couch near the fireplace, you knelt down. 

This time you were the one holding his hands, causing him to widen his eyes. “Hajime, when I told you that all those people that I dated could never be you, I meant it. Sure, I was commitment-phobic as hell, and you know that, and I was scared that that would disturb our relationship should we go long-distance, because I’d be doubting you constantly, be jealous, and have all kinds of negativity in my head, but the truth is, I love you, Hajime. I always have, and I want you to be my boyfriend, and me to be your partner. I want to go ahead and fully commit myself to you, come what may. Always and forever, right?” 

Smiling at you, he then cupped your cheeks, brought your face forward, and kissed you on your lips. No sooner did that happen than you enveloped yourselves in a deep kiss, eventually causing the two of you to peel the clothes off each other’s bodies. Every touch, every kiss, every action had the power to convey how much you still loved each other at this very moment more than words ever could. 

An hour had passed since you two made love after four years, and you had wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping on some hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, nuzzling against each other. Suddenly, either one of the phones buzzes as Hajime kisses your forehead as he goes to the strewn pile of clothes and not only gets out his phone, which just had his alarm ringing, but also a small box. As you narrowed your vision to the small box, a number of thoughts spawned in your head. “Wait, is he asking me to marry him already?” You think to yourself. “Isn’t that too soon?” However, as Hajime brings the box to you and opens it, it didn’t seem like an expensive diamond ring, but it was one of those even more expensive platinum bands that must have been bought from a jeweler’s shop.

He then tells you, “(y/n), I’ve been aware of your fear of commitment ever since your cousin had a messy divorce, and your best friend’s eleven-year old relationship ended. When you broke up with me, while I was sad and heartbroken and you were citing your inability to commit, I imagined something: that years later, you'd tell me that you wanted to commit to me, and whenever you did so, I’d give you this ring. It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring. With this, baby,” He slides the ring onto your left ring finger and says, “I promise to love you and cherish you whenever you’re ready to take the next steps in the relationship, and I promise to walk alongside you, because baby,” he then holds both of your hands while saying, "There wasn’t anyone else in my life that I dated other than you, especially when I went to the States because I couldn't imagine anyone else but you by my side. It was always you, (y/n). Always and forever.” 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your gaze met with his. You then cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, with both of your “I love you”s reverberating throughout the whole house. The next day, the quarter of the Seijoh 4 helped you pack your bags, and Hajime drove you to the airport. As he stopped in front of the airport, he saw you twiddling your thumbs while subconsciously biting your lower lip. He took one hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you turned in his direction. He smiled at you, saying, “I promise you, love, this is not the end of us. In fact, it’s just the beginning.” Both of you were then engulfed in a warm embrace for what felt like an eternity. As you got out of the car and got your belongings, you then gave Hajime a kiss before leaving for Bangkok. If you learned anything from this trip, it was that ‘tis the damn season’s fault for bringing you two back together, because that kiss wouldn’t certainly be the last.

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