#mysh.whitedwarf.[hq]

[xmyshya]

Get you home

pairing: Suna Rintarou x gn!reader genre: fluff ; comfort warnings: none betas: unbeta'd a/n: this is a repost wc: 1k

Even with clear directions from your best friend, he still has some difficulties with finding you. Most probably because it’s dark already, and you’re somewhere in the middle of a park. It’s not far from your apartment, but Suna still thinks he might have beaten his own record in getting there.

His steps lead him towards the swings you two loved spending your time at during high school years, but you’re not there. Not on the swings, not on the slide, not even on one of the benches inside the fenced playground. Luckily it’s silent, the rather chilly weather effectively discourages people from leaving their warm four walls.

Luckily it’s silent, because he can hear the lively chatter of your friends and walks where he’s sure the source is. Suna finds the group a few steps away from the main alley, under a huge tree, and greets them before coming closer to make himself known.

“Thanks for the call,” he nods with hands buried in his pockets. “And for staying with them. I’ll take it from here.”

“You sure you don’t need help?”

The man glances at you curled up on a cold grass and then quickly looks around the friends surrounding you dressed in clothes that might have been appropriate for the afternoon, but much less for an evening like this.

“Yeah, I’m good. Get home before you catch a cold.”

There’s laughter in response right before the good-nights and good-lucks, and let-us-know-if-you-need-anythings, but Suna barely pays any attention to it. He focuses on you, eyes scanning for any sign of discomfort even though he knows it’s the only thing you feel at the moment.

He crouches down and brushes your hair away from your face.

“Hi baby, it’s me. Let me take you home, yeah?”

His voice is quiet and gentle, but still enough to make you aware of his presence; your eyes move towards him and you blink slowly—action he takes as an agreement.

One arm slides under your knees, another behind your back and under your arm, and then you’re being lifted from the cold ground. Your head instinctively leans on Suna’s shoulder; he’s so warm and you’re so tired, and it feels as if you could fall asleep right there and then.

Your boyfriend carries you back to your shared apartment, and suddenly you’re overflowed with guilt. He’s too good for you. Too kind, too loving, too supporting. It was supposed to be a fun night, both for you and him even if separately, but here you are, defeated by the feeling of impending doom. And here he is, dragged out of the comfort and into the dark, carrying your weight like it’s nothing.

Absorbed in your thoughts, you don’t notice when you reach the familiar door until the man asks if you can stand on your own for a second. I can try, you think so you nod, and your feet indeed touch the floor but a strong arm still supports and embraces you tight.

The lock clicks and the door opens; Suna gently nudges you inside and into the bathroom, where he sits you on a tiny stool always kept by the bathtub. The fixture is filled with warm water while the man removes your clothes and make-up, and helps you get inside.

He lets you soak for a moment and your thoughts untangle, before grabbing your favourite shampoo. His fingertips massage your scalp in slow linear motions, sending tingles to your still numb limbs. With each move you feel the darkness dissipate a little, making it easier to breathe in the steamy air.

The touch disappears for a second and comes again on the skin on your face—tiny circles blooming with foam—removing the leftovers of the outing. It tickles like soft feathers and it’s not difficult to imagine this is what it is, even if for now they’re only in black and white.

You can’t tell if it’s been a minute or an hour, or even a whole eternity, before the hands move to the rest of your body. They’re rubbing at your muscles and joints, easing the tension with each squeeze.

Suna sees the expression on your face change—from the one of a painful indifference into the relaxed softness, and he wouldn’t make you move if not for a risk of you dozing off in the tub. He rinses the soap from your skin and hair, and wraps you in a fluffy towel on your way out.

Again, you’re seated on the stool, only this time with Suna behind you. As gently as he can, he brushes your hair, watching your reflection in the mirror closely for any sign of pain. But even if you felt any, you wouldn’t dare to show it with how tenderly he’s taking care of you.

However, there’s so much love in his gestures, in his touches, in his irises, so much more than you think you deserve, that the tears pool under your lids. They flow down your cheeks but Suna doesn’t say anything—he knows not to say anything—and lifts you silently to move you to the bedroom, where he dresses you in your favourite pyjamas.

Suna Rintarou is not a man of words; he doesn’t know how to describe the feelings swarming in his heart, doesn’t know how to name them. But he doesn’t need to, because his actions speak louder than any words ever could; they tell you everything you need to know and more.

So, wrapped tightly in the arms of the man that you love and who loves you, breathing in the scent that means safety and peace, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. And your hands shyly embracing him back tell him everything he needs to know.

“I’m home.”

@hanayanetwork @haikyuunerd (tagging you since you reblogged but I reposted)

[xmyshya]

You're my star shining on me now

summary: Suna Rintarou is flooded with memories on your 2nd wedding anniversary. genre: heavy angst warnings: heavy angst, mentions of d*ath, mentions of s*icide MINORS DNI betas: @haikyooot thank you so much, love you special thanks: to @haikyooot again for helping me with making it hurt even more. to @kurinoot and @miki-snake for the help with the banner. a/n: This is a work of fiction. Do not recreate any of the behaviours presented in it. If you're in a bad place mentally please, please, please, seek help. Fic is part of the rintarhoes "But my feelings" collab! You can find the masterlist here wc: 2k

“Hey baby,” Suna Rintarō says as he sits down beside you.

He’s met with silence.

“I brought you flowers, your favourites. I can’t believe it’s our 2nd anniversary already.”

Still nothing.

“Baby girl, would you let me talk for a while?”

There’s no reaction, but he knows you can hear him. He hopes you’re listening too.

“Remember when we met in high school? I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. You were…”

...surrounded by the astral halo. That’s how Suna saw you for the first time. One day on a lunch break, when he was eating with the twins, you entered the cafeteria with your classmates; your smile was brighter than the sun itself, and your whole figure, surrounded by a silver aura, blackened out everything around. Suna’s hand froze halfway to his lips, a cluster of rice forgotten between the chopsticks, and Osamu made fun of him for it.

“Oi, Sunarin, ya okay?”

“I think I just saw an angel,” he mumbled, eyes still focused on you.

“Suna, doncha dare follow the light!” Atsumu exclaimed a little too loud, earning a kick on his shin from his brother.

That’s when you looked back at him, at the source of the noise, and nodded; you acknowledged his existence. And until that moment he had laughed at all the romcoms and deemed them unrealistic, mocked all the people who ever claimed, “it was love at first sight”.

Because at that moment, he felt it—the electric impulse that defibrillated his heart and made it beat for real, the heat spreading throughout his veins like a wildfire, the tremble of his body as if he was a leaf moved by a wind—Suna fell in love for the first time in his life.

“Listen baby, I know I’m not good with words. I’ve never been good with words. But please, bear with me, okay?”

Suna takes a deep breath before continuing.

“God, it took me so long to ask you out. It wouldn’t have happened if not for the twins. They were always idiots, but for this I will always be grateful to them. For getting us together.”

“Suna, how long are ya gonna just watch her, huh?”

Atsumu had a nasty habit of talking with his mouth full, of chewing with his mouth open, and it irritated Suna to no end. He only shrugged in response to the question.

It was a warm, spring day; many students went outside to eat their lunches. The boys were seated in the shade of a big tree, right across your bench. You’d been exchanging nods, and smiles, and hellos for a while now, but never more.

“He’s right, yanno. ‘S kinda painful to watch.” Osamu chimed in.

“Nobody asked you.” Why did they even care so much? It was not their business.

“Right… ‘Kay, ‘m gonna be back in a sec.”

The blond stood up with a loud slap on his thighs, and Suna looked at him for the first time during their break.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, but Atsumu only waved him off.

Suna watched his friend approach your group, saw how your friends giggled at whatever he had said, and his heart clenched. What if you were interested in the bleached twin too? You didn’t titter at him, but still listened with your eyes focused on the speaker.

But then Atsumu pointed his thumb at where Suna and Osamu were sitting, your gaze followed and fell on him, and his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage. You smiled and nodded, and the blond waved at the two boys triumphantly for them to come.

“H-hi, I’m Suna Rintarō.” He muttered under his breath; he’d never been shy, just quiet, but you were there smiling so pretty, that he couldn’t help but feel humbled.

“Nice to meet you, Suna-san. I’m Y/n.”

Suna smiles fondly at the memory, certain that you can’t see the wetness gathering in his eyes. Or maybe you can, because you’ve always been able to read him like an open book.

“I’m getting sappy, I know. I swore I would never, but I just—”

He closes his eyes and sighs, there’s still so much he wants to tell you. And you’re waiting patiently for him to regain some composure, your lack of reaction strangely encourages him more.

“We’ve had our ups and downs, I’ve been insufferable sometimes. I acted like I didn’t care, I hurt and annoyed you, but even when you shout at me, you’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

Suna was tired. He got recruited to EJP Raijins, had to move to another prefecture, but you were there with him, for him.

The apartment you lived in was tiny, and neither of you had expected anything more as you had just started your adult lives. But it was fine, it only meant that the love you shared was more condensed between the walls.

It also meant that there was nowhere to hide when Suna was too tired. He had been away for 2 weeks for practice, meaning 2 weeks surrounded by people all. the. time. His body ached from all the training and his mind buzzed from the constant chatter; he just wanted to be alone for a moment, to sit in silence and recharge.

“Rin! You’re back!”

Your voice welcomed him as soon as he opened the door, your arms open wide for him. He hugged you with a pat on your back, pulled away quickly with a kiss to your temple.

“I missed you, Rin.”

“Yeah.”

If you were hurt by his lack of affection, you didn’t show it. Or maybe he just failed to see it. Most probably the latter, since he locked himself in the bathroom.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. He should have been worried, he should have thought twice, he should have communicated, but he didn’t. After eternity under the shower and still in his frustrated bubble, Suna left the bathroom, right back to your nagging.

“You don’t look okay, Rin.”

“Yeah.” And with that he disappeared in the tiny bedroom; you followed.

“Rin, talk to me.”

Silence.

“Rin? Are you listening to me?”

Your voice was so gentle, so worried. He didn’t know why it angered him so much, he didn’t know why it made him storm out the door with a “leave me the fuck alone”.

He did know, however, that he fucked up badly. Suna came back to a quiet home, scared that you left him. But when he entered the bedroom, you were still there, curled up and shivering. So he lied down and embraced you, whispering “I’m sorry”s into your skin.

“You can’t do that to me, Rin.”

“I know.”

“You need to tell me what you need, how am I supposed to know?”

“I know.”

“I missed you, Rin.”

“I missed you too, baby. So fucking much.”

Suna suddenly remembers something and reaches to his pocket where a small box resides. He pulls a ring out of it and rolls it between his fingers for a moment before speaking again.

“Damn, I still can’t believe you stayed with me. Married me. I was so nervous when I was looking for a ring, good thing Osamu was with me. But in the end I knew. As soon as I saw this one, I knew this was the one. And I prayed you’d say yes.”

It’d been a few hours of walking in and out of all the jewellery stores in the city and Osamu was getting impatient.

“Suna, do ya even know what yer lookin’ for?”

The man in question shook his head, still hunched over the cabinet at yet another shop. His friend sighed. Suna was frustrated too. All the rings looked the same, why even make so many brands if they were all the same?

But just as they were leaving, Suna saw it in his peripheral vision. It was illogical, because how could he see something so small from that distance, but he did. The ring had a tiny stone shaped like a star, with even tinier stones surrounding it like a halo. Just like when he’d seen you for the first time.

“This one.”

-----

He really wanted it to be perfect. Just the two of you in a nice restaurant, preferably located on a roof of some tall building, with both of you dressed up. He would tell you how beautiful you were, that the view didn’t compare, and the intensity of your blush would rival your lipstick.

But life had other plans, because perfect would be boring, right?

The twins were staying over to celebrate Osamu opening a branch restaurant in Nagano, and they were never a good combination with lots of food and alcohol. The laughter and lively chatter echoed between the walls, playful banter only made the decibels rise.

Atsumu, in his tipsy state, gesticulated wildly at his brother, trying to prove some point. One of his hands knocked a glass off the table; the whole content landed on your shirt. The blond started apologising profusely.

“It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll just go get changed.”

In retrospection, he sucked at hiding things. Because just one minute later you came back to the group holding a small velvety box. Opened.

“Rin? What is this? I-it fell from the shelf when I— when I reached for your shirt.”

You stared at him with eyes wide open.

“Marry me?”

And somehow it was still perfect.

“And soon after, I got you to say yes for the second time. How lucky I am!”

Suna couldn’t wait for that day to come, couldn’t wait to see you in a white dress. He knew it would be special, that you would be more beautiful than ever before. But he wasn’t ready for this.

He wasn’t ready for the rapid beating of his heart when you stood at the opposite end of the aisle. He wasn’t ready for the butterflies in his stomach to go wild when the music started playing and you smiled. He wasn’t ready for the happiness bubbling up his throat when you walked towards him. And finally, he wasn’t ready for the tears to fall when he slid another ring on your finger.

Somewhere at the edge of his awareness Suna knew there were other people at the reception, but he didn’t care. Not when he had you in his arms, smiling so sweetly and lovingly at him; not when he swayed with you to one of your favourite songs; not when his angel was finally, truly his.

“I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Rin.”

“You know, the first year of our married life was the happiest time of my life. It was as if my dreams came true, my prayers were heard, I could’ve conquered the whole world if I wanted. I would’ve climbed the highest mountain, would’ve circled the globe twice, would’ve crossed any desert, if I held your hand.

So why, why didn’t I pick you up for our first anniversary date? Why was I waiting for you to arrive, in that damn restaurant, in the warmth and safety?”

Suna’s tears are flowing endlessly as he chokes on his words.

“Why did that fucker have to be drunk? Why instead of your voice I had to hear that of policemen and doctors? Why did I have to wait behind the glass when they were trying to push life back into you?!”

His body is trembling from the violent sobs.

“I can’t do this. It’s been a year, this nightmare has been going on for a whole year. I love you my angel, my starlight. I will always love you, and only you.”

Suna gets up from the bench to lay down the flowers on your grave and kisses the top of the gravestone lovingly, as if it were your forehead—the cold granite that buried his dead heart along with you. Then he lifts the ring up to the sky, the stone catches the sun rays and scatters little rainbows.

“Wait for me, my angel. Soon I’ll ask you to be mine again.”

[xmyshya]

Always

summary: In daycare, Shōyō promises to marry you when he grows up. Will he keep his promise? genre: fluff, a pinch of angst warnings: mentions of bullying MINORS DNI special thanks: to @miyarinrin and @kurinoot for the help with the banner! Love you my babies. a/n: Fic is a part of the Anilysium server collab with a childhood promise to get married as a prompt! You can find the masterlist here. wc: 3.3k

It's no surprise you don't remember much from the daycare, seeing as how most people don't remember anything from when they were 5-years-old. But the one thing you do clearly remember, and most likely will forever, is the orange-haired boy who shouted, "When I'm big, I'm gonna marry you!" as soon as he saw you.

“Marry?” You looked at him confused yet curious. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, but ma said she’s married to pa, and pa said that’s what big adults do!”

His big brown eyes shone like the stars, wide grin brighter than the sun itself. You couldn’t help but smile back at him with the same amount (if not more) of excitement. The boy grabbed your hand and pulled you further into the room, your tiny feet barely keeping up with his liveliness.

“I’m Shōyō! Let’s go play!” And you ran with him, giggling while giving your name.

“I honestly thought there would be more issues on the first day,” your parent spoke to the teacher. “Normally they’re so shy around other kids.”

The carer only laughs, “Ahh, yes, that’s just what we call the Shōyō-effect. He’s so young and already like a magnet.”

Because that’s how Hinata Shōyō has always been—spreading happiness and drawing people in from a young age.

---

Since that day you’d been inseparable, even more so when you had found out you lived just a few houses away from each other. There wasn’t a day when one of you wasn’t visiting the other, bringing both your parents endless laughs and even more endless headaches.

“Shō-chan, wait!”

You were being taught how to ride a bike; Shōyō had more aptitude for anything sports related and left you far behind. But you couldn’t be worse, no, so you pedaled as fast as you could in an attempt to catch up to your friend.

Unfortunately the only thing that caught at that moment was a pebble under your front wheel, which resulted in you losing your balance and falling to the ground. You started crying, not so much from pain, but from shock and frustration of being left behind. The adult overseer tried to calm you down, but to no avail.

Meanwhile Shōyō rushed back home, tumbling over twice, but it didn’t matter because nothing compared to the aching of hearing you cry. He stormed into his house, bicycle abandoned on the pathway to the front door, and ran out before anyone registered his presence.

“Y/n-chan, don’t cry.” He kneeled before you, brushing the dirt off your knees and sticking colourful patches on them. “Does it hurt?”

Only then did you notice abrasions littering your skin and you nodded, still sniffling.

“Ma says that it doesn’t hurt when she kisses, so lemme kiss it better!”

You nodded again, the boy kissed your wounds, and just like that everything was alright. He smiled brightly at you; you smiled brightly at him. Shōyō helped you stand up and both of you skipped happily towards home, hand in hand.

Because that’s just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—rushing to help and care, without regard for obstacles and inconveniences.

“Y/n! Shōyō! Come back and get your bicycles!” The guardian called but it fell on deaf ears. “Great, now I gotta tug both home.”

---

Your parents agreed that the best course of action would be to admit you to the same elementary school, and luckily for you, you were classmates. At the expense of your teachers' health unfortunately, since it meant endless shenanigans whenever you had a chance.

The school and duties changed nothing for your friendship, despite having to put actual effort into learning instead of just playing. Or maybe you somehow managed to spend even more time together—walking to and from school together, having lessons together, doing your homework together.

Thanks to Shōyō you made many new friends; kids were drawn to his unusually orange hair and cheerfulness, to his blinding smile that was like the summer sun. His friends were your friends, and whoever didn’t welcome you wasn’t welcome in his close circle.

And while it made you happy to be his priority, it also brought you pain; because some kids were like moths—mindlessly swarming around the light, wanting to be the only ones basking in its warmth. But there you were, throwing a shadow on them, so they started throwing hurtful words at you.

Sometimes it was worse than that. Sometimes you had your favourite pencils stolen; sometimes you had chalk dust all over your face; once you had a gum in your beautiful long hair. On those days you cried and cried, and cried, and Shōyō's heart broke more with each tear.

He really wanted to protect you from pain, but these disgusting things always happened when he wasn't around, and the only thing he could do was console you. At least until one day he walked in on you being hurt, and for the first time ever you saw him punch someone.

That brought you even closer together; in your head Shōyō was your knight in shining armour and you were his princess. You would follow him anywhere, as long as his eyes remained on you.

You still did follow him, even when his eyes burned because of someone else—of some tiny teenager he saw on TV that jumped so high he seemed to be flying, smashing the ball over a net. You didn't understand anything about it, but your red cheeks matched his as you listened to his enthusiastic monologue.

Because that's just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—easily excitable and making other people excited with him.

---

It surprised nobody that both of you enrolled in the same junior high school. But as much as you (and your families) wished for you to also end up being in the same class, it wasn’t the case.

You felt lost without your friend by your side; thirty pairs of eyes burned holes in your body when you introduced yourself, thirty pairs of ears witnessed your nervous stuttering. You took your seat with a heat blooming on your face and thoughts swarming in your head like storm clouds.

The contrast between Shōyō and you was tremendous—you usually started your breaks alone, with your classmates having already formed their little groups while he was always surrounded by other kids, their laughter and conversations resounding through the whole floor.

But no matter how many other children he was surrounded with, Shōyō always searched for you. You were the one friend he wanted to be around, the one he wanted to spend his time with.

At the same time, something had changed. In the beginning it was subtle; ever since Shōyō saw that game (and relayed it passionately to you later that day) he was hung up on volleyball.

Of course it made you happy to see your best friend so excited about something, and even more happy when he involved you in his newfound hobby. You spent countless hours in the backyards, schoolyard, and fields bouncing the ball to each other. It wasn’t your favourite thing to do, but seeing his bright smile compensated for sore muscles and dusty clothes.

Months passed and Shōyō’s hunger only grew. He was the reason for a volleyball club to be formed (his friends dragged in forcibly), he spent every free second on practising, be it with you or a local mothers’ team. More often with the latter, since they could provide more advice and improvement.

Still, even though you were never really interested in the sport, you watched him from the sidelines as he played. And even though your heart wasn't in it, you cried your heart out when Shōyō made it to his first tournament and lost.

Because that's just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—infecting people around him with his burning passion.

---

His fire never dimmed, which is why, for the first time, you followed separate paths. Shōyō decided to chase The Little Giant, choosing a high school he had attended in hopes of being the next one that flies, despite it being on the other side of the mountain. You applied to a school closer to your home and one that offered more academically.

You were scared. It was high school already, and you were no longer a helpless, mindless child. You were a teenager, soon to be an adult, and your future depended on the choices you would have to make. Grades, clubs, summer jobs, universities and desired career—it was all starting now. And your best friend wasn't around to comfort you.

The change was drastic. Shōyō spent a lot of time on his way to and from school, and joined its volleyball club. A proper volleyball club. With a real team, regular practices until evening, and teenagers as ambitious as him.

You almost never saw him on weekdays, sometimes not even on weekends, and you couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his promise. Did he even remember? Or were you the only one still hung up on meaningless toddler babbling?

On your lucky days you attended his practices, met all the boys who were so much closer to him than you. They liked you, reassured that you were always welcome in the gym, invited to all their games. And if these were the opportunities to keep Shōyō in your life, you were going to seize them.

You tried to convince yourself that it worked, that it was enough. That the eyes of your best friend searching for you in the crowd were all you needed. That the tight hug after a win or even tighter one after a loss meant you were still his number one.

But the truth was, it didn't feel like that anymore. The unanswered texts, missed calls, and postponed meetings didn't feel like that. The "sorry, got too caught up in vb" messages didn't feel like that.

But that's just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—running forward until his insatiable hunger was satisfied.

---

“I uh— I need to tell you something.”

Shōyō sat on one of your dining room chairs. He looked a little bit guilty, a little bit lost, as if there was no good way to announce his important news. It worried you, made you anxious, because what could possibly make him feel that way? Maybe he didn’t want to be your friend anymore, maybe he got a girlfriend, maybe—

“I’m moving to Brazil.”

“What?”

The weight of his words crushed your heart and squeezed the air out of your lungs. This was so much worse than anything your brain could have produced. He was leaving you, abandoning you and everything that you had, and in the name of what?

“Coach Ukai has been helping me with this. I want to get better at volleyball, I want to be the best I can be!” Volleyball, so this was what it was all about. “So he contacted Coach Washijō, who contacted his former student, and they thought I should give a shot to beach volleyball, so I’m going!”

You really wanted to be excited about this, for the sake of your friendship, for the sake of his dreams, for the sake of your own aching heart. But all you could do was smile, with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, and respond,

“That’s great Shō-chan! I’m so happy for you!”

Shōyō didn’t notice your drop in mood; he still sat across the table, with his megawatt grin that lightened up his whole face. If anything, he seemed even more elated by your words.

“So… When are you leaving?”

“In two weeks!”

Two weeks. Years of friendship and your secret crush were coming to an end in two weeks. There was no more hope for him to keep his promise. Maybe it wasn’t even a promise after all, maybe you were the only one who cherished that memory.

During those two agonising weeks Shōyō was around so much that it almost seemed as if he wanted to apologise for leaving you behind, for neglecting you for the past couple years. The pain in your chest didn’t subside at all; it only grew stronger as the time passed.

Before you knew it, you stood at the airport with his family, exchanging hugs and letting the tears flow freely. The lady in the speakers announced the flight, and Shōyō gave you one last hug, brushed the teardrops from your cheeks, and smiled for one last time. Then you watched him walk away towards the gates, with a suitcase rolling with his steps.

Because that’s just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—making sure he was always building toward whatever he set his heart on.

---

It’d been over 2 years since you ran away from that suffocating town, where every place reminded you of the-one-that-had-left. You decided to pursue a career, to go to a university far from home, in an attempt to both secure your future and lock away your past.

The city provided a lot of distractions for someone who had lived in a calm town their whole life; there were restaurants and cute cafes, shops with everything you might have needed or wanted, karaoke bars at every corner, and ever-buzzing crowds.

It was lively even during the night, when office workers rushed to izakayas to drink away their worries. There were bright and colourful ads on huge displays, twinkling and blinding. There were cars speeding back home to reunite with their families and finally have nice homemade meals.

It was a little easier to breathe, a little easier to follow an everyday routine, when the pace was almost neck-breaking. Juggling classes, dinner, a part-time job, and homework left little to no time for reminiscing and what-ifs, and exhausted you every night to the point of a deep slumber claiming you as soon as your head touched your pillow.

But the thing with the past was that it liked to catch up when you least expected it. And it did when you saw a billboard with Miya Atsumu’s (that annoying blonde from Nationals) face on it, advertising some water with a new, special formula (Does water even need a special formula? was all you could think of.)

A few steps later, Bokuto’s torso egged you on to buy a body wash, now in a new packaging and with fresh scents. You were surprised to find out that they were now on the same team (judging by the uniform they were wearing), seemingly one of the best in all of Japan. Apparently they were about to play a highly anticipated match, and against Kageyama at that, the one that replaced you in high school.

You weren’t sure why you had bought the ticket. You were never a big fan of volleyball, but something was calling you, telling you that you absolutely had to be there. That meant going back home, to the memories’ den, for the first time in two years.

You sat in the bleachers, somewhere in the front rows, and waited for the game to start. A lot of people came, more than you’d ever seen gathered in Miyagi, with many familiar faces from the past. Some seemed to remember you as well and nodded in a polite greeting, but didn’t make an attempt to approach and talk to you.

Your head pounded, heavy with intrusive thoughts and questions. ‘What am I even doing here?' You wanted to run, far from this hellhole, far from these people, far from feelings threatening to spill from your eyes. You were in so deep that you failed to notice applause welcoming the teams on the court, until a sharp whistle in your close proximity pulled you brutally back to reality.

And then you saw the orange mane that you’d missed so much. It seemed as if the time nearly came to a halt; your heartbeat thumped in your ears at a much slower pace, throat closed up as you choked on your breaths. There was no gym, no crowds, only you and Shōyō.

“Shō-chan!” The cheering died down right before you exclaimed the childhood nickname.

The now-man whipped his head in your direction, happiness bubbling up in his chest at the familiar voice and moniker. His eyes scanned the audience looking for you. You were here, and he had to find you, had to let you know how much he yearned for you this whole time. And when his gaze finally fell on you, he shouted back,

“Y/n! Wait for me after the match!”

And wait you did. Both of you rushed through the crowd as soon as the game was over, to finally meet each other after so long apart. When the path cleared between you, you ran up to him and jumped right into his open arms. He held you tight and spun you around, and the stadium was filled with the sound of your giggles.

“Let’s go on a date!” Shōyō’s grin got even brighter and wider, and his eyes crinkled like a night sky full of stars. “Please?”

Because that’s just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—making you forget all the bad and all the pain with just his smile.

Maybe you should feel nervous, anxious even, based on many stories you’ve heard. But you feel nothing of the sort—your heart is filled with warmth and anticipation and your cheeks are starting to ache with how much you’re smiling.

It’s been two wonderful years for you and Shōyō; by some miracle you both ended up in the same city with your university located in Osaka, the hometown of MSBY. One date turned into two, two into four, four into a year; meeting after classes became living together, restaurants were exchanged for a dining table, hugs were no longer for goodbyes but for goodnights.

You look around, taking in the elated faces of your families and friends, everyone gathered here today for the two of you. They all look so pretty in their fancy suits and dresses, their shiny eyes and bright smiles. Children sitting with their parents send you shy looks and tiny waves, and you respond with a wave of your own and little blown kisses.

In the end you finally take Shōyō in; you swear his grin has a brightness of a million galaxies, and there’s so much love and awe in his eyes that you tear up. You haven’t seen this suit until now, but it fits him perfectly, enveloping his grown body like a second skin. The flowers in his pocket are the same ones as the ones you have in your hands.

It’s also the first time he sees you in your dress—white, lacey and dreamy—with your hair and make up done professionally. He’s always thought you were beautiful, but now— now you looked like an angel.

You approach him slowly, the world around you completely forgotten. You want to run to him, to finalise your decision at last, the one you’ve been waiting for for years. But he’s right there, he isn’t going anywhere, and you have all the time in the world. So you walk, step by step, your eyes locked on each other as if it was only you and him.

You stand right in front of him, your hand in his, as he cups your cheek with the other and whispers with tears threatening to spill,

“God, you’re so beautiful…”

Then the minister comes, soft expression adorning his features when he looks at you and asks,

“Shall we start then? Are you ready?”

“Always.” You answer simultaneously.

Because that’s just how Hinata Shōyō has always been—undeniably, undoubtedly yours.

[xmyshya]

Shoved it in yo' face - masterlist

summary: You don't like skaters. They're unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining special thanks: my dear wifey​ because all I've been doing for the past month or so is watching skating videos (love you lots); @vanille--kiss for brainstorming sessions with me, love you so much; @miki-snake for some skating advice and technicalities, I love you baby a/n: This was supposed to be a one shot. But as it started growing... I decided to turn it into a few bite-sized chapters. Hope you enjoy! Art in the banner by me. status: completed Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt "Meet Ugly". Check the event's masterlist here!

Chapters:

I. Grind II. Ollie III. Kickflip IV. Boardslide V. Pop Shuvit

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summary: Terushima is here for you. As he’s always been. You just haven’t noticed. genre: fluff, a bit of angst in the beginning warnings: mentions of being neglected (not by characters) betas: @vanille--kiss thank you so much, I love you my birdie! special thanks: @prismatales​ for this beautiful banner! I love you baby a/n: This work is a part of HQHQ server collab with the prompt “When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?” Check the event’s masterlist here! wc: 674

Terushima is in the middle of dressing up for the date, when he’s interrupted by a violently ringing doorbell. He’s not expecting any guests, and for a moment he considers pretending he’s not home. Curiosity eventually wins, which he’s grateful for, because behind the door he sees you. In tears. To embrace you is what he wants to do, “it would be crossing a line” is what he thinks.

“Come in.” is what he says.

You go to his room and plop on the bed, before noticing clothes everywhere. On a Friday evening. Shit, you didn’t even ask if he had plans, which, of course he did. Yuuji joins you in the middle of your frenzy, with two cups of your favourite hot chocolate, and shuts the door with the heel.

“I uhh, I didn’t know you were busy, I’m sorry, I- I’ll go now, so-” “Oi, babygirl, you’re not going anywhere.” “But I don’t want to interrupt your outing!” “Too late, already cancelled.” “Yuuji…” “Y/N~...”

“So, what happened?”

The faux blonde asks like the best friend that he is, after you take a few sips of the drink and calming down a little. Though, in contrast, feeling your head leant on his shoulder makes him feel agitated.

“He…”

Oh good, your boyfriend did something. He’s mentally scolding himself for being hopeful, this is not about him.

“He went to her. Again.” Sniff.

“We were supposed to go,” sniff “on a date, but he…” sniff “she asked him for help and he cancelled. Third time this week.”

Yuuji is quickly eyeing your form and notices you’re wearing a cute dress. For the date, probably. He wouldn’t let it go to waste, if you were his.

“Didn’t he also bail on you last week?”

Ah, he shouldn’t have said that. Your choked sob confirms. Truth is, it wasn’t just last week. He’s been calling off some of your meetings for a little more than 3 months now, only lately so frequently. The excuses? “Sorry babes, friends invited me to a gaming night.”, “I know we were supposed to watch this movie tonight, but there’s this party and I really wanna go.”, “I know you’re not feeling well, honey, but she needs me more.” You’ve had enough.

“Yeah, and today… Today I told him that I was his girlfriend, that I needed him more than some chick.” “Atta girl!” “So we fought and he… he dumped me.”

You bawl out your eyes onto his shoulder, staining one of his favourite shirts. Terushima doesn’t mind, all that matters is that he has you wrapped tightly in his arms. Even for a price of a few snots on the fabric.

“And it’s always like this, always! Everyone just treats me like a time filler and runs whenever an opportunity comes!” “Hey, that’s not true, babygirl.” “Is it so hard? Would you give up parties and all the other girls for someone?” “I would, for you.”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?”

You realise what he just said and raise your head to look him in the eyes. His gaze is soft, as he brushes wet hair off of your face, wipes tears with his finger.

“You’ve always been my first choice.”

Memories flash in your mind. Terushima leaving a party, because you called him and said you were scared of going back home from your friend’s house alone. Him going with you to see a movie he hated, when his teammates were having a gathering. Skipping practice to tutor you for a test you were anxious about. And just now, he cancelled another date, just to hear you cry about your now ex-boyfriend. Maybe your feelings for him that you’ve been trying to suppress for so long, are mutual. Maybe you don’t have to suppress them anymore, because, you realise, you’ve always been his first choice. And it’s time to choose him too.

“Yuuji?” “Yes, babygirl?” “I choose you, too.” “What am I, a pokemon?”

[xmyshya]

Selfish

summary: Kuroo stays with you, even when you abandon yourself. And he wishes you stay with him too. genre: angst, comfort warnings: depression, pain (mental and physical), implied suicidal thoughts a/n: This work was written as a part of a Mental Health Collab. wc: 408

It hurts. That’s what you think, laying on the floor, feeling absolutely nothing. That’s what Kuroo thinks, looking at your empty eyes and unmoving body.

Breathing is hard. It honestly feels like a Herculean labour, rather than basic bodily function. You wish you could stop breathing, even just for a few minutes. The air is thick, heavy, it sticks to your nose, it sticks to your throat, it sticks to your squashed lungs. It’s tiring, and you’re already so tired.

Kuroo wishes he could breathe for you. He sees that your inhales are shallow, careful. He sees how you drown deeper and deeper with each one. “Just one more,” he thinks. “Please keep on breathing.”

Pain comes in waves. At first your whole body is numb, you can’t even tell if it’s yours. And then, your knee aches. Then your elbow. The shoulders, wrists, hips, feet, spine, your skin is pinching like a wrinkled bed sheet that you can’t smooth out. It invades your mind like a swarm of bugs, thumping at the surface of your brain. You need to move, switch to another position, and at first, your whole body is numb.

Tetsurou notices the tiny twitches when you lay for too long without moving. Too long being a stretch, because it doesn’t take longer than 30 seconds before your body jerks. He notices it starts with the joints, and he tries rubbing at them, massaging, but he’s not sure if you’re even aware of it. He tries nonetheless, because what else can he do? He would take this pain away upon himself if he could. He wishes he could.

But it’s the nothingness that hurts the most. You’re not sad, you’re not angry, you just are. Like an empty shell thrown out of the ocean, like a house abandoned and forgotten, useless. You want to do something, anything more than just be, but even your soul screams in pain. And all these are echoing in your head, whispering, murmuring, shouting. “Shut up,” you think. “It hurts.”

The man doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t leave your side even for a moment, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he as much as blinks. His grip on your hand is firm, and for a fraction of second he thinks it’s an anchor. That he is an anchor. “Don’t let go,” he thinks. “I know I’m selfish, but stay with me.”

And you stay. Even if it hurts.

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[xmyshya]

Shoved it: chapter I - Grind

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I'm eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | next wc: 1.4k

Books. You love everything about them - the scent of the ink, the feeling and texture of paper under the pads of your fingers, the sound of pages being turned, the way how 26 letters bloom as a whole new world in your mind.

It’s a beautiful spring day, one that carries the warmth of sunshine and scent of freshly revived greenery in the air. Birds are chirping sweet love songs, you’re wearing your favourite flowy dress, gentle breeze makes the short stray strands that slipped from your bun tickle your nape.

On a day like this, it’s extra hard not to bury your nose in the tome you carry around these days. Technically, you know you should pay attention to your surroundings, especially when you’re walking and not sitting on the bench, but it’s just getting to the good part, where the thief prince is about to steal a kiss (and a heart) of the princess and -

Huh?

It’s a beautiful spring day, the sun is finally out, no sight of rain clouds, no school today, absolute freedom. Which is why Suna Rintarou is rushing to the park, using his worn skateboard for the first time this year. He surely hopes he hasn’t gotten rusty with the break, but damn does it feel good.

The wind is ruffling his bangs that stick out from underneath his beanie, and it makes him want to go faster, faster, and maybe, just maybe, he might be able to fly. Or at least jump really well. So he pushes again and again, despite moving at a decent speed already.

There are stairs nearby, and Rin feels today is the day he beats his record at how far he can land. He’s approaching it fast, the top is right there, he can see it, so he pops the board and then shoves it, his ankle at a perfect angle, and shit, if it ain’t the perfect pop shuvit, and fuck, he’s middle air and knows he’s gonna fuck it up.

Because at the bottom, right where he predicts he’ll land, there’s you. A cute girl, with her hair and dress flowing with the wind, eyes trained on a book in her hands, and she doesn’t even see him.

Which is why he crashes with you, having enough mind clarity to push his board in another direction and cover the back of your head with his hand, before he falls on top of you on the pavement. You blink at him with a confusion clear in your gaze, almost as if you don’t know where you are. He smirks at you lazily, and in his most seductive voice lets out a,

“Hi.”

You still look at him with those huge doe eyes, like a little lost lamb, and he would love to sink his teeth in your flesh like a big bad fox. The boy opts for helping you up, instead. He can do that other thing some other time. As you shake off the dirt from your dress, he opens his mouth to say something more, but he’s met with

“What the hell?! That was dangerous! You could have hurt somebody! Have you thought about it? This is a public place, you… you… you punk!”

He’s staring at you dumbfounded, surprised at your sudden outburst. Definitely not what he expected after protecting you from the impact, and definitely not after presenting you his best smirk, the one that has every girl swooning. Suna shakes off his haze when you reach the top of the stairs, and mumbles at the sudden realisation.

“But… I’m not a punk?”

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You’re running. Your feet hurt, lungs burn, and you don’t really see where you are or where you’re headed, but it’s better than getting caught by palace watchmen. The hand around your wrist has a tight grip, as you’re dragged through narrow dark alleys. Suddenly, the man in front pulls you behind a corner, his arm wrapped around your waist, both your chests heaving against each other.

“Are you okay, Princess?” He asks, voice still a little breathy from the exercise, and you nod. “I think the guards are gone now.”

“Are you the Prince of the Thieves?” His smirk grows wide in the shadows.

“I did steal you from the palace, did I not?” His face is coming dangerously close, olive eyes boring into yours. “If you’re not careful, I might steal your heart as well.”

His breath is fanning over your lips as he whispers the last sentence, you part your mouth…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shit.

Wait, why did the Prince have the face of that punk?

***

Luckily the bus you take to school isn’t crowded. You squeezed yourself into a window seat with earphones completely sealing you off from the surroundings. Hopefully upbeat music will be enough of the distraction from the weird dream. Hopefully.

Relaxed, you close your eyes and sing along in your mind, tapping the rhythm on your thigh. You let your mind wander, as you imagine yourself dancing to the song, feeling the endorphins pump through your veins.

Until an image of those greyish-yellow eyes glinting in the darkness flash in your head.

Well, shit.

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If there was any hope of relief from being haunted by that intense gaze at school, it’s gone now. As a top student you were always focused on lessons, always ready with an answer for any question; but today it’s completely the opposite.

First, you somehow managed to forget a basic algebraic formula. While solving a problem on the board. The class was shocked, the teacher was not impressed, you were embarrassed… Still feeling the heat of shame hours later.

Then you completely spaced out, forcing the English teacher to repeat your name over and over, telling you to continue reading a text. And you didn’t even know which part you should continue from.

After that came chemistry, and you nearly blew up the lab after messing up the proportions of ingredients. Why were you so affected by some punk you didn’t even know? Why were you seeing those damn eyes everywhere? Even in the cafeteria, at the table across from yours, that boy also has those eyes.

Wait, no. Oh no.

You’re staring at him unabashedly, silently praying to be wrong, waiting for something, anything, to prove that it’s not the person from the park. It doesn’t come, but the heavens curse you instead.

In a slow motion you observe how his eyes meet yours, and as if it wasn’t bad enough, he smirks. You make off the cafeteria so quickly, that you nearly trip over your own two feet. Seriously, what did you even do to deserve this punishment?

It’s Monday again, and Suna would rather stay at home and sleep. But he has to show up to class, so he reluctantly crawls out of the bed, throws on his uniform, and after brushing his teeth leaves the house. It’s such a drag, honestly. Nothing interesting ever happens.

Rintarou nearly dozes off on the bus, the steady hum of the engine and gentle rocking serving as a lullaby. But he can’t sleep, he can’t miss the stop and be late again. So he forces himself to watch the monotonous scenery on the other side of the window.

As predicted, the day goes by slowly. There’s nothing amusing about listening to those old peoples’ rambling on subjects nobody even cares for. Like hell he’s gonna need inorganic chemistry or classical Japanese. So Rin is sitting at his desk, chin in the palm, thinking how it’s a waste of perfectly fine weather for skating.

Finally, the lunch break comes and he drags his feet behind Miya twins to the cafeteria. It’s not his favourite place, it’s crowded and loud, but his buddies fighting over food makes it worth the hassle. They’re doing this right now, Osamu trying to steal his brother’s onigiri, while Atsumu attempts to poke the other boy’s hands with chopsticks.

Suddenly Rin feels somebody’s intense gaze. It’s not like he’s not used to it, girls usually stare at them lovingly, but this feels different. Curious, he glances in the direction he thinks it comes from and sees… you; barely aware of the smirk curling his lips. But then you run off, probably flushed. That must be it, right?

Suna feels like he hit a jackpot.

[xmyshya]

Mint & Chocolate

summary: Atsumu takes you out for a day. genre: fluff, crack warnings: Atsumu being Atsumu, really cheesy, one adult joke a/n: Something to heal your broken souls after the previous one, hehe wc: 2.1k

It’s not often that you’re surrounded by not one, but three absolutely smoking men. It’s not often, because two of them are successful volleyball players, and the third one is a renowned restaurant owner. Nevertheless, even a few years after finishing high school, you still keep in touch with your best friends and meet regularly to reminisce about those carefree days. None of you is particularly sentimental, but maybe it’s just one shot too many, because Suna throws

“What’s one thing that you guys regret not doing in high school?”

And the answer isn’t simple at all. After all, it lasts only 3 years. 3 years filled with classes, exams, planning the future, club activities, nationals, successes and failures. 3 years of being suspended between “too young” and “too old”, “too cool” and “who the hell cares”. Yet, there is a thought forming in your head.

“Okay, I know it’s real cheesy, but please don’t laugh, ‘kay?”

They promise not to.

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You’re brutally woken up, on a beautiful Saturday morning, by a furiously ringing doorbell. It’s only 9 am and you’re already mad, growling “coming!” at the abuse of a poor button outside of your apartment. Ready to scream when you swing the door open, you’re met with

“WHOA, who the hell are ya?!”

You blink once, then twice, and Atsumu Miya is still at your doorstep, apparently very much amused about your disheveled look. What did he expect, really.

“Do ya have plans for today? No? Good. Now get dressed, I’ll wait.”

And there he is, walking past you and sliding his shoes off. Before you register what has just happened, he’s already comfy on your sofa.

“Tick tock, sleeping beauty. Wear somethin’ comfortable!”

Normally, you’re not that obedient. You’re just surprised, that’s all. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself when you blowdry your hair in a hurry, when you brush your teeth in a hurry, and when you put on your favourite pair of jeans and the softest t-shirt you can find. Also in a hurry.

“Looks good, lessgo!”

He slaps his thighs and lifts off the furniture when you finally walk out of your bedroom.

“Can ya at least tell me where we’re goin’?”

There it is. The famous Miya squint, condescending and arrogant, as he looks at you from above. Jerk.

“Nah.”

It’s immediately replaced with his brightest, boyish smile. Adorable jerk.

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“Ya hungry?”

Now that you think of it… You haven’t had breakfast yet. The loud growl of your stomach answers for you, to which Atsumu drops a paper bag on your lap, his eyes never leaving the road as he drives god knows where.

“A got ‘em for ya from ‘Samu. Just don’t make a mess, will ya?”

For a moment you contemplate punching the guy.

By some miracle, onigiri inside is still warm enough to release some steam upon opening the bag, and it’s enough to make an unholy amount of saliva gather in your mouth. Honestly, the younger twin’s triangular balls of rice were an ambrosia. Each bite brought you closer to nirvana, grains of perfectly cooked rice massaging your tongue, and fillings exploding with a harmonious fusion of flavours. The blonde next to you smiles to himself when he sees your expression of pure delight, as you melt into a passenger seat. After a feast like this, all sins are forgiven, all anger cleansed, all spirits lifted.

“Gotta tell ‘Samu this is a foodgasm.” “A what?” “Foodgasm? As in… food so good that your tongue is getting an orgasm?” “Oh, I can give ya an orgasm on yer tongue, if ya want.”

You do punch the guy after all.

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“‘Kay princess, we here.”

Atsumu parks his car among dozens of other vehicles.

“Here? Why are we-” “Didntcha say ya wanted to do this?” “Well, yeah, but-” “No but. C’mon, we got stuff to do.”

You’re still tossing between excitement, embarrassment and surprise, while being pulled through the gate, a colourful band wrapped around your wrist.

“Let’s go there first!”

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By any means, you’re not a coward. You just don’t like scary things. He should know that. So why are you now following his footsteps in this dark, creepy haunted house? “It’s for kids, it can’t be that bad” is played in your head like a mantra, but does it help? Absolutely not. So you crumple a handful of his t-shirt, seeking comfort in this brittle connection.

“Is someone scared?”

His voice echoes in the darkness, teasing and boisterous.

“O-of course n-not! Unless it’s you!” “No worries! A’ll protect ya!”

And he pulls you closer, one arm around your shoulders. Hanging spiderwebs tickling your foreheads, and mechanical dolls laughing hysterically don’t feel so terrifying anymore. That is, until one of the dolls, not as mechanical as you thought it to be, chases you through the corridors. You have no idea which one of you is screeching louder.

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One of the adjectives that come to mind immediately when you think of the older Miya is competitive. It’s painfully obvious on court, it’s painfully obvious in his interactions with others, and it’s painfully obvious when his next choice of entertainment is… go-karts race. Which is also hilarious, considering how this huge and beefy volleyball player tries to fit into a tiny (in comparison) car and you half expect it to be crushed between his thighs. Just this sight alone makes it worthy being pulled out of your slumber.

“Hurry up or I win by default.”

His grumbling makes you cackle even louder.

Trying to get this small machine to work as you wish for it to, reminds you exactly why you don’t have a license. You’re uncoordinated, and having to pedal, to watch where the track leads, and to react accordingly is, putting it simply, too much. It starts to be irritating, when you bump into the other vehicle for the fourth time. “He won’t let it slide,” you think, and he really doesn’t.

“Oi, Y/N, are ya planning to kill me or sumthin’?” “Shut up, stupid ‘Tsumu!”

The blonde laughs heartily, as you try to get back on track. After feeding on your desperation, he decides to help and kicks your kart away from his.

“Okay, good to go! See ya!”

Atsumu waves as he drives away.

“Ya sonuvabitch!”

He’s already too far to catch up.

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His hold on your wrist is unforgiving, as you’re being pulled through the whole park, towards a huge attraction. He’s running almost, he knows well you could change your mind any moment now. This is exactly what you want to do though, looking at the construction from up close. It’s so much bigger from this distance, too fast for your liking, definitely not looking safe, and ohmygod are those screams? What were you even thinking when you agreed to this?

“We’re lucky! There’s no line!”

Lucky? This is not “lucky”, this is a nightmare.

“Are you ready?”

A member of the staff asks when they’re done with explaining safety rules to the current batch of participants.

“No…?”

But it’s already too late. Protection mechanism is locked, trapping you inside. Sharp pull signals the beginning of hell. Unconsciously, your hands grab Atsumu’s forearm tightly as “nononono, don’t wanna” falls from your lips repeatedly. The devil incarnate next to you laughs, and you swear you could see a shadow of horns.

“Just relax and enjoy!” “Shut up”

“C’mon, open yer eyes! Yer missing all the fun!” “I refuse!”

If anything, you keep them shut even tighter.

“Ya sure?”

There’s a warm touch on your hand, a movement you’re only half aware of, but when fingers intertwine with yours, your eyes shoot wide open. Though immediately your attention is grabbed by the sight of a really high peak right in front of you. Quick look around reveals an almost perpendicular angle of the railway, the ground being as far away as the clouds.

“‘Tsumu, I don-”

You don’t get to finish, when brakes are released and the whole car slides down backwards with a terrifying speed. Inhuman screeches mixed with excited shouts fill the air, and you really think your soul would have been pushed out of your body if not for a firm grip around your palm.

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Dizziness mixed with adrenaline overwhelms your senses, as you follow Atsumu towards a bench. What a ride it was. Even after it’s done, fear is still circulating in your veins, maybe with a tiny hint of excitement. Never again.

“Are ya that weak at the knees fer me?” “Ya wish.”

Yet, you walk with the grace of a newborn deer. If not for his hand holding yours… wait, what? H-his hand… Still?

“Hey, let’s sit for a moment, get ya to breathe, yeah?”

There are two sources of heat. One in the sky, peeking through leaves of the tree you’re seated under. It’s well in the afternoon, and not even summer, but it’s borderline uncomfortable. You wish you were wearing shorts. Second origin, much closer, being the skin on skin of your joined fingers. You’re awfully aware of the fact now, blood rush blooming and burning on your cheeks. “It’s just the sun,” you try to convince yourself. His thumb is rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“Let’s find somethin’ ta eat. I’m starving.”

He gets up after your breathing steadies, not letting go of your hand.

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Finally the crowd thins out with the evening approaching. It’s easier to walk now that you don’t have to watch out for kids running around, or in order not to bump into other people. It’s not completely dark yet, but random lights appear here and there already. You’re admiring the colours surrounding you, when you feel a tug on your hand.

“Oi, no date is complete without this!”

You turn to look at a… claw machine.

“Are you serious, ‘Tsumu?” “Which one ya want?”

You scan the plushies inside, creepy spiders, shiny fish, dolls with heads way too big, until your eyes land on a soft-looking fox with a huge fluffy tail. The problem? It’s in the furthest corner of the box.

“Dammit!”

The man curses under his breath. It’s his fifth try and the toy fell. Again.

“‘Tsumu, it’s fine, you don’t hafta do this.”

You manage to choke out bent in half from laughter.

“Ya want it, ya shall get it.”

He hisses through clenched teeth, inserting a bunch of coins again. His ego would suffer some serious damage if he gave up now.

Three more rounds, and you’re carrying the stuffed ginger animal in your arms.

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By the time you reach the last checkpoint for the day, it’s completely dark and the only people left are either in a cart just like the one you’re in, or waiting for their turn. It moves slowly with a soft hum, rocking gently as it begins its journey on a vertical orbit. All the merry-go-rounds, stalls, roller coasters grow smaller and smaller, until they’re reduced to a swarm of colourful fireflies, twinkling and spinning.

Above, a vast black ocean littered with glimmering stars seems so close that you could collect them if you reached out. Being lifted in this glass and metal can makes it so easy to imagine that you have wings and fly up, higher and higher, until you’re completely free. For now, you relax in your seat, running fingers mindlessly through soft plush.

Behind the other window, the ground tries to mirror the sky. Another city that never sleeps, with its flickering flashy advertisements, temple lanterns, late home-comers lighting up their tiny rooms. Skyline is covered in a rainbow glow, and you can’t tear your gaze away.

“Beautiful.” Atsumu says quietly, he can’t look away either. “True, the city lights-” “No, I meant you.”

Your eyes meet his for a second, before his hands cup your cheeks and his face stops millimetres away from yours.

“Can I kiss ya?”

A question rather felt than heard, not louder than a breath, yet reverberating in your head.

“Please.”

His lips are soft against yours, and he still tastes like the minty chocolate ice cream from before.

You walk through the empty square of the park hand in hand, but this time, it’s peaceful and warm. It feels right, as if your fingers always belonged in the spaces between his. It feels complete. Almost.

“Wait! I left the fox on the seat!”

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“Okay, I know it’s real cheesy, but please don’t laugh, ‘kay?”

They promise not to.

“I always wanted to go on an amusement park date.”

They promised. So why are they rolling on the floor and howling?

[xmyshya]

Grief

summary: Your love for Miya Atsumu is blooming. Quite literally. genre: angst warnings: hanahaki, hurt and no comfort, mentions of blood a/n: I’m sorry. I really am. wc: 646

Miya Atsumu is the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. He’s tall and well-built already in high school, his broad chest and thick thighs causing heartbreaks even among his not-fangirls. You like imagining being embraced by his strong arms, arms that could fend all the evil of the world. His eyes remind you of chocolate, molten when filled with warmth and admiration, darkened and hardened by the cold fury. His hair is like threads of sunlight, golden and shiny, and you wish you could run your fingers through it.

Miya Atsumu is beautiful. He’s blunt and hot-headed, condescending and demanding, but it just means his passion burns brighter, right? After all, he always applies his impossible standards to himself first. Always aims to be better, faster, for the sake of the ones he supports. If this is not selflessness, what is? You watch him pour his whole soul and heart into each serve, each set, each spike, every stretch and contraction of every muscle is a whispered confession, and you wish it was for you.

You love Miya Atsumu. You first realise this, when you feel something growing inside of you, something fuzzy and tingling. It’s a strange feeling, unfamiliar but not unpleasant, as if dozens of butterflies flapped their little wings across your whole being. Until one day they feel too real, fluttering a little too physical, too overwhelming, until it’s tickling your throat and you cough something up. A tiny, pink petal.

“Loving Miya Atsumu is illogical,“ you think. And it is, because you’ve never talked to him. He’s never spared you even one glance. This is not how love works, you can’t truly love someone, who doesn’t even know you exist, right? It must be a dream, some cruel joke your brain created in a sleepy haze, and soon you will be sucked back to reality, safe and sound. But you don’t wake up, instead, coughing up more pink petals.

“Loving Miya Atsumu is idiotic,“ you punch the wall, over and over again, until the skin on your knuckles breaks and bleeds. How could you let this happen? How could you be so unbelievably stupid? Curses reverberate in your head, mind burning with a white fiery rage. You let it consume you, travel through your veins, release itself with pained screams into your pillow, interrupted with now more frequent coughing fits. Petals are stained with blood.

“Please, make me stop loving Miya Atsumu,“ you pray to whatever deity or spirit that might listen. You’ll get your life together. You’ll start worshipping whoever helps. You’ll be a better person, a kinder friend, a useful member of society. You’ll never ask for anything. You just want one hug, just one kiss, just one “I love you”, to hold hands just once. To stop the pain in your chest, to stop the petals from cutting your throat.

“Miya Atsumu will be the death of me,“ you would laugh at your own joke, if you had the energy. There are no more tears to cry, no more words to say. When was the last time you ate? When was the last time you left your bed? Everything was numb, as if the whole world was submerged in a black water, making it hard to move, even harder to breathe. It’s so tiring, and maybe this love isn’t even worth suffering so much. Maybe you should just end it, before bloody petals do it for you.

“Watching Miya Atsumu is enough,“ you keep telling yourself. It’s enough, because even though it hurts, you love truly. Against all odds, against all reason, till the end, till the last petal-filled breath. “Will he even care?” You ask yourself despite knowing he won’t. He doesn’t even know you exist. Your fingers leave red prints on the screen, where his face is displayed. After all, he doesn’t exist in your world either.

[xmyshya]

a/n: I've been sick for the past week and having a massive writers block, so here, have some self-indulgent headcannons about volleyboys taking care of you. a/n2: thank you @vanille--kiss for beta'ing this for me <3 pairings: Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Kita, Kuroo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Atsumu doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do. He’s never taken care of anyone this way before, but he’s very eager. Tell him to get you tea, or water, or meds, or a warm meal, and you’ll have it within the next 5 minutes. Okay, the warm meal might take a bit longer cause he needs to negotiate with his brother. Again. Tells you about his day as a form of entertainment.

Osamu is reliable—he knows exactly which foods would be the easiest to stomach, and are also nutritional and tasty, not to mention your favourite. Brings you fruits cut in the most adorable shapes. Despite your objections, he closes his restaurant earlier to take care of you and calls 2-3 times during the day to check up on you.

Suna takes some time off from practice, he can’t spread the germs to his whole team, after all. (But the truth is, he just wants to keep an eye on you.) Keeps calling you a brat and teasing how you did not take care of yourself, so he has to do it now. Brings you warm drinks, fruits and meals to bed, and might even feed you. Lets you sleep a lot, don’t blame him if he dozes off next to you though.

Kita is very caring; doesn’t let you get up from bed unless necessary. There’s always tea and apples on your nightstand, as well as other vitamin-rich foods. He brings your main meals to bed—and they’re light and easy to digest, but at the same time very nutritional. Keeps a cold piece of cloth on your forehead at all times.

Kuroo believes in the power of medicine first and foremost. Brings you meds and vitamins regularly, and calls to remind you to take them when he’s at work. Knows how important hydration is, so there’s always warm water next to you and makes sure you drink it. Of course as someone who was raised by his grandma, he also might have domestic tricks up his sleeve.

[xmyshya]

Shoved it: chapter II - Ollie

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I’m eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.5k

It’s a nightmare. Everything must be just a bad dream, and soon you’re going to wake up. No more invading your sleep. No more being watched and followed through the halls. No more running, no more hiding, no more irritation.

But here’s the thing - it’s reality. And the Prince Charming from your nightly illusions still has those half-lidded olive eyes; the same eyes that meet yours at school and observe your every move. He’s everywhere you go, behind every corner, on every floor. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was in your closet.

Obviously it’s an exaggeration. While it’s true that you notice him more often than not, he’s also much taller than other students. His little circle of friends consists of really handsome boys, causing a commotion and squealing of the girls surrounding them. But, much to your dismay, he notices you just as much.

@mikYou know people like him. You know boys like him. Misbehaved jerks, thinking the world revolves around them and rules are meant to be broken; convinced that one smile is enough to make any girl fall in love with them, only to break their heart. But you, you’re not a part of this world, you refuse to be, and you want nothing to do with him.

Unfortunately, the stalker (as you like to call him) not only dares to smile and wink at you, but tries to approach you. So far you’ve managed to avoid him, spotting his messy brown hair towering over swarming students. This time, however, you failed to notice until it was too late. Until he had you trapped between his arms, your back against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing, punk?!” You spit in his face, earning a tsk from the boy.

“Do I look like a punk to you?”

You want to retort, you really do, but the intensity of his gaze makes you open and close your mouth, like a fish thrown out of the ocean.

“Suna.”

“What?”

“I figured you didn’t know my name. Suna Rintarou.”

“I didn’t ask.”

He doesn’t know why you seem to hate him so much and it drives him mad. At first, Suna only wanted to really apologise for the incident, his conscience still clawing at him. Somewhere along the way it shifted into something more mischievous; seeing you blush and making a run for it giving him a fair amount of entertainment.

Initially you manage to win this game of cat and mouse, your average height being your biggest ally in hiding in the crowd. It certainly doesn’t help that other students tend to concentrate around him, and you’re long gone before he even scrambles out of the group. But he never misses the heat blossoming on your cheeks when he sends a wink in your direction.

Today might be Rin’s lucky day though. Most of the other teenagers are already gone, the halls pleasantly quiet and empty. You’re walking in front of him alone, and he’s sure you aren’t aware of the boy behind you.

He’s never been so grateful for his silent footsteps, or maybe you’re just too spaced out, because he sneaks up on you and pins you to the wall. Once more you look up at him with those big shiny eyes that make his stomach feel tingly, and maybe this time you’ll let him get closer…

Again, all he’s offered is baseless hostility, even in exchange for his name. You’re slipping through his fingers, at one moment being trapped between his arms, between his body and the wall, and in the next walking away. Not bothering to introduce yourself. Not sparing him even a glance.

***

Suna has another problem and this one is more urgent - he’s failing a class. In a sense, it’s his own fault for being late or even completely missing it. In his defense, it was in the morning, it was boring and unnecessary in his life, and he had so much other stuff to do. He can’t let it hold him back, not when he’s so close to being free.

The teacher was kind enough to give him a piece of paper containing the name and available hours of his potential saviour. Such a drag, he thinks but still walks towards the classroom where his tutor should be. Two knocks on the doorframe, but the girl inside is still turned back.

“Excuse me, I’m here for tutoring?”

His heart is hammering in his chest when the person turns towards him and it’s… you.

The weather is nice, it’s not hot despite the sun shining brightly, the cloudless sky has the most beautiful shade of blue. Gentle breeze rustles the leaves, birds chirp a song only they know. You can only admire it all from the window, having agreed to rescuing those in educational need.

You don’t mind, not really, as long as they put in some effort. There are some who just come and demand, those who don’t listen and claim to not understand anything later. You hope your next case won’t be one of these.

A deep voice brings you back to reality, a voice so familiar that it gives you goosebumps. You turn to look at your new student and for a second you think that if a headache had a human form, it would be him.

***

“Why do you hate me so much?”

The boy in front of you still stares at the problem at hand, spinning a pen between his fingers. You sigh.

“This is not a subject of our meetings.”

Now his olive eyes are focused on you, awaiting an answer he isn’t going to receive. You have no intention of entertaining this attempt at whatever it is.

“I’m not as bad as you think.”

“Why do you even care what I think?”

Rin only shrugs.

“Okay, could you please help me with this? I’m stuck.”

***

Contrary to your idea, Suna isn’t a hopeless case. He understands things quickly, without the need of repeating the same explanations over and over again. What bothers you is the amount of material you have to go through, because of his absences. With test retakes approaching quickly, you meet for sessions twice a week.

There isn’t much off-topic chatter, the scribbling of pen on paper being the only sound filling the room in between his questions. It’s comfortable and effective, and soon you feel at ease in his company.

In the third week of project “Ace the test”, as you jokingly call it, Rintarou greets you with a range of differently flavoured jelly sticks.

“You can take all of them, or just the ones you like.” He explains seeing your confusion.

“Why?”

“Because you’re staying after hours for me, and I don’t know how to repay you.”

You blush as you mumble “simple thank you would have been enough”, but in the end reach for three that taste like your favourite fruits. Suna smiles and commits your choice to his memory.

After that the boy makes sure to bring something in one of those flavours to your meetings - yoghurts, juices, chocolate bars with fillings, everything he could find. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t appreciate the gesture; it was sweet of him to bring you something as a compensation for your time and efforts.

It’s even cuter when on one particularly rough day after seeing your stressed frown, he dumps a whole bag on the desk. Upon opening you discover that it’s filled with your best-loved snacks; he must have been observing you closely and the realisation turns your cheeks into little furnaces.

There’s no way you can keep ignoring him now, and starting with the next day, you greet him with a small smile and a blush when you pass each other in the halls.

Rin is surprised at how easily the solutions come to his head after your little lectures. You have a way with words, your directions are simple and engaging, and he’s sure he wouldn’t have missed a single class if you were the teacher. He wonders if this is your plan for the future.

One of the discoveries he makes, partially by accident, is that you like silence; at least with a task like this at hand. Suna isn’t talkative which makes it easier, and the more he focuses on modules, the less tense you seem to be. Bingo.

Social interactions are usually tiring and Rintarou doesn’t bother with exhausting things. He prefers observing from the sidelines, watching the gestures and reactions they cause. Food, the boy realises, brings the most smiles. But since he doesn’t know your preferences at all, he’s going to start with what he’s familiar with.

Success has many faces. In this case, success has your blushing face as you grab jelly sticks he brought for you. Suna makes sure to remember which one you chose, and to always have something in one of those flavours. If this is how he wins you over, he doesn’t mind spending his precious energy. Especially not when you warm up enough to stop running away.

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[xmyshya]

Enough

summary: Kuroo Tetsurou is there for you genre: fluff, comfort warnings: depressed reader betas: @prismatales​ thank you baby, I love you so much a/n: I really should be working on my thesis, but here I am, feeling useless wc: 394

Honestly, getting water shouldn’t be so tiring, yet here you are, leaning on the countertop, panting as if you’ve just run a marathon. In a sense, it was a marathon, preceded by mountain climbing as you tried to get up from bed.

“Babe?”

There’s a voice, barely a whisper in your ear, as something creeps around your waist and makes you flinch. You open your eyes and realise it’s him, it’s his voice and his arms. It’s okay, I’m safe.

“Mm?” is the only thing you manage to produce, deciding to lean your back on his chest and head on his shoulder. It’s safe.

“I would’ve gotten it for you if you asked me to.”

Since when were you so dependent? Since when were you a slacker?

“Since when am I so useless that I can’t even get my damn water?!”

It nearly knocks the rest of the air out of your lungs. The world starts spinning, but the hold he has on you is strong. It’s safe.

“Babe… You’re not useless… You’re tired, okay?” He kisses your hair gently.

“You’re enough.” Your eyes start to sting.

“Y/N?”

His voice is somehow even softer. Upon opening your eyes… you understand why. Tears. Your tears on his arms. Arms that are now trying to turn you in his direction, but you can’t let him see you. He can’t see you fall apart. So you lower your head and turn as quickly as your lack of energy lets you, and hide your face in his chest. The embrace you’re in gets tighter, and there’s one hand at the back of your head. The knot in your throat threatens to suffocate you, as you try to suppress the shaking of your body. He doesn’t say anything. It’s safe.

“Tetsu?”

“Mm?”

“I… I’m sorry”

“What for?”

If you could focus on his voice, you’d have noticed a slight crack in it. But all you can do is breathe and gather bits of strength. You don’t even realise he’s carrying you back to bed.

“For dragging you into this… Into my darkness”

“Don’t be.” Tears pooling in his eyes now.

“I’ll be your light.” He lays down behind you, pulling you closer to his warmth. Anything louder than whisper would reveal the trembling in his voice.

“So you can always find your way back.”

Whatever happens, I’m safe.

[xmyshya]

Shoved it: chapter IV - Boardslide

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ you have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything that you do for me a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.5k

Maybe he shouldn’t have left like this, maybe he should have woken you up and told you to rest, or maybe he shouldn’t care at all, you were not even friends after all. The borrowed clothes he carries in his bag must weigh a ton, a slump of his shoulder more evident than ever.

Rin doesn’t really expect anything; he drags his feet to the bus, to the school building, through the halls, telling himself it’s not the tingling sensation on his hand where you touched him yesterday that kept him up all night.

He must be delirious from exhaustion, because he keeps hearing your voice calling his name - something you’ve never done, and most probably never will. But it’s a lunch break, and if he’s quick enough, he might have some time left for a nap. If those idiot twins let him, at least.

“Suna!” There’s a pull on his sleeve. “I finally caught you!”

You’re bent in half in front of him, hands on your knees and panting. But when you straighten up, he swears your smile is brighter than sunshine.

“Wow, even when you’re this sleepy, you sure walk fast! Must be because of your long legs!”

Is it that obvious that he’s so tired? Are you really talking to him right now, or is it just a somnolent illusion?

“Listen, I wanted to thank you. And apologise.”

“What for?”

“Thanks or apology?”

“Both.” His teasing smirk is back on his lips.

“Thank you for yesterday. For the food, for cleaning, for the blanket,” you blush at those words, “and for the note, too. And I’m sorry, because I wasn’t fair to you. I judged you before getting to know you.”

You’re not looking at him, your eyes directed at your feet, fingers fiddling with the hem of your jacket. God, you’re so adorable right now. Against his own will, as if his body knew better, Rintarou puts his palm on top of your head.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Hey, uhm… You want to eat together?”

It feels weird not being pursued. You’ve passed Suna a few times in the halls, but he didn’t seem to notice you. Not even once. He didn’t even react to his name, and at this point you’re ready to give up. Don’t, your mind tells you. Keep trying.

At last, by some miracle, you catch him alone at a lunch break. Even though the drag of his feet is obvious, the strides he makes are long enough to give you trouble catching up. It only succeeds when you jog a little, but it leaves you breathless. Wow, your form is really embarrassing.

So in the end he isn’t mad at you, he isn’t tired of you, he’s just… spaced out. The thought makes you giddy and you can’t help the words flowing off your tongue. All of a sudden you feel shy, images from the last evening flashing in your mind, and your face is on fire. You can’t look him in the eyes.

But Rintarou doesn’t seem to mind, there’s a lighthearted tone in his voice when he responds and he even pats your head. Wait, what? He’s already gone from your sight when you come to your senses, but still close enough to hear you.

“Hey, uhm… You want to eat together?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, why? Why did you say that? Suna freezes and looks back at you, blinks once, then twice, and smiles.

“Yeah, sure.”

***

Since then you’ve been keeping each other company at lunch from time to time. Most often you still eat in your friends’ group, but there are days with just the two of you, and these are your favourites. You sit in a comfortable silence on a schoolyard, either on one of the benches or on the grass under a tree.

Today however, you’re accompanied by Suna’s friends, the infamous twins, and it’s far from peaceful. They appeared out of nowhere, driven by curiosity of their friend’s whereabouts, not expecting the reason to be… a girl. The blond one seems to be particularly amused, and can’t keep his mouth shut.

“Oh? All alone in here? Just the two of you?”

Your embarrassment only instigates the other one.

“Hmm? Do you do this often?”

Brothers burst into laughter at the sight of Suna’s betrayed expression. They join without asking, making themselves comfortable in the shade of a tree. It’s loud, twins’ banter never ends, but you don’t mind. It’s refreshing and entertaining, and soon enough you laugh your head off at their antics.

“Oh, btw Sunarin,” Atsumu the ever enthusiastic one pipes up, “what was that super cool trick ya did recently?”

“Eh? You mean tre?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Can ya show me?”

His eyes blazed like fireworks, and Rin knows there is no way for him to weasel out of this.

“Can I… Can I tag along?”

All three snap their heads in your direction.

***

You’re gathered in a shady alley in a park - you on the bench, boys on the pathway. They’re warming up, just riding back and forth and then repeating some basics (as they tell you, because for you it all looks impressive) over and over, until they feel confident enough to move on.

At first Atsumu asks Suna to show the thing again, so he does, doing something with his feet as he jumps, and the board spins around before Rin lands on it. You have no idea what’s just happened, you have no idea how that happened, all you know is that it looked amazing.

Rin sees your eyes widen and freaks out. You’re watching him. You’re watching him. You’re going to witness his every move, every success, every fail, and he can’t help but feel frustrated. What if you think he’s lame? What if you laugh? What if you… Why does he even care?

“Okay guys,” he shifts his focus elsewhere, “so first you need your feet like this, focus on the one in the back. Pressure on toes, scooping position. Then you need to pop and shove the board with your backfoot. And you need to flick your ankle, too.”

The twins proceed to try, time after time, fail after fail. He just wants to sit next to you, leave those idiots behind instead of babysitting them. Maybe that’s exactly what he should do, maybe that’s what he’s going to do.

“Tired already?”

You ask Suna as he plops down next to you and hums in response. His feet are still on the board, rolling it mindlessly under the bench, and even though he still wears his usual disinterested expression, his eyes are sharply focused on the other two boys. Sometimes the corner of his lips curls up in a lopsided smirk, and eyes glint in amusement when one of them fails particularly hard.

“Yo, Romeo, some tips maybe?”

Atsumu’s frustrated groan brings your attention back to them and their attempts. His brother is doing better than him, and the blond hates losing. Especially to him. You blush furiously at the nickname.

“Nah, figure it out yourself.”

Suna looks bored for a moment, watching his friend fuming with offense, but then he laughs.

“You gotta stick your toes more out of the edge. And shift your weight to the back.”

Osamu gets it first. Few more landed tries and he joins you on the bench, stretching out his long legs. Atsumu still tries. And tries. And tries. Until it’s time for you to head home and boys insist on walking you to the bus stop.

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Today you’ve been unusually quiet. He knows that you don’t talk much, just like him, but today you seem to be lost in thoughts. Rin’s been keeping an eye on you throughout the day, watching your spaced out expression every time your face flashed among the students.

He’s worried - is it something he did? Maybe he should apologise just in case, but skimming through your conversations earlier, he can’t find anything. It’s also not like you seemed to be mad at him, never avoiding his presence, so perhaps he wasn’t the reason.

Maybe you’re facing a problem and trying to find a solution, but would you consider it overstepping if he offered help? He doesn’t want to pry if it’s personal, doesn’t want to poke his nose in your family affairs, doesn’t want to meddle if it’s about a crush.

So for now Rintarou just stays close, hoping that his presence would convey whatever his words can’t. He’s there for you even now, walking with you to the bus stop, and maybe it’s been working because you finally speak.

“Hey, Suna?”

“Hmm?”

Then come the words he thought he’d never hear from you.

“Would you… Teach me how to skate?”

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[xmyshya]

Shoved it: chapter V - Pop Shuvit

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ you have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything that you do for me a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! This is the last part - honestly it makes me kind of sad... Thank you so much for reading <3 series navi: masterlist | previous wc: 1.7k

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t know what to answer because yes, you do, but is it alright to admit it? You nod anyway and grab his hand, and Suna pulls you up to stand on a skateboard. In theory he keeps it steady with one foot on it, you still have your doubts though. Oh well, word has been said.

“Stand still. And relax.”

Easy to say when he proceeds to stand on the board too, and he’s so close, and he has an arm around your waist, and he looks so good in his ripped jeans and checkered flannel, and he smells so nice, and you can feel his warmth on your back…

“Ready?”

You shake your head but he only chuckles; his body shifts and yours follows due to the grip he has on your waist, and the board rolls slowly. It feels weird, a little bit scary, so you clutch his forearm, making him hold you tighter in response. He’s silent until your muscles relax a little against him.

“I’m gonna speed up a little.”

This time you’re not affected as much. You suppose it must be difficult to maneuver like this, when Suna has to take additional weight and cubature of a passenger into account. But he’s not complaining, and neither are you.

“Let’s try a bit of turning.”

“Okay.”

Somehow it’s not so scary anymore, it’s getting exciting. Every twist and turn of his body pulls you too, every tilt creates a wobbly curved shift. It’s so fun.

Hearing you giggle makes his cheeks flush. Rin tries to convince himself it’s because his passion is liked by one more person, but the truth is… he loves the sound. Just like he loves the scent of your hair, and the warmth of you being so close as he guides you. He loves it so much, too much, that he feels like needs a break.

***

“Okay, your turn.” Nice diversion, Rintarou. “To move forward, you need to push with the backfoot, you brake by placing your backfoot on the ground, and turn by shifting weight from your toes to your heels.”

“Could you uhm… hold my hand?”

The diversion went to hell. He reaches his hand out anyway, his heart doing somersaults when you place yours on top. You look so cute with this wide grin, shiny eyes and a tiny blush. Even more so when you’re focused and determined, like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

Right now, Rin doesn’t even mind running for you if it means not letting go of your hand, if it means seeing your face light up like this. His chest swells up with pride, it’s his hobby that brings you joy, it’s him who teaches you, and you’re riding visibly smoother and more confidently with every try.

“Suna?”

“Yeah?”

“When could we have lesson two?”

Oh god. He fell in love. Hard.

Back at home you can’t stop staring at your palm; the ghost of his touch still burns and tickles your skin. It’s incomprehensible why you did that, why you asked him to hold your hand. All you know is that you want to feel it again.

And maybe even more than that. You miss being close to him, the arm secured around your middle, the breath fanning your ear, his warmth, his scent, his voice… him. You miss him so much, despite seeing each other merely 2 hours ago.

Oh god. You fell in love. Hard.

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“Okay, ladies and gents, today ‘m gonna teach y’all to ollie!”

Atsumu, ever the showman, exclaims with hands on his hips even though it’s only you. You can't help but snort as Osamu facepalms, and Suna only raises a brow. This will be exhilarating.

“So first, ya gotta pop yer board like this, and then slide yer foot up, and then push it forward. Remember - pop and drag. And repeat.”

“On it, sensei!”

The blond is very pleased with your nickname - his grin is wider than ever, and eyes glint with more mischievousness than usual. He’s doing this exercise with you, to both keep you company and to display how it should be done.

“Don’t stroke his ego like that, or he’ll be even more insufferable.”

Osamu huffs, making his twin gasp in offence and roll away. Now you’re here alone with two spectators, great. What makes this situation even worse is their silence, which makes you spiral into thoughts. Are they not saying anything because you’re doing well? Or because it’s so bad? How long are you supposed to keep doing this?

“Now try doin’ it in one swift motion.” The silver haired boy speaks, his twin nowhere to be seen. “A think ya’ve done this enough.”

First few attempts make you lose your balance a little, with no time to stabilise yourself in the middle. But it gets easier with time, each sequence smoother than the last one, until both boys hum in appreciation.

“Oi, oi, oi, what are ya doin’ with ma student?!”

Atsumu is suddenly back, and he’s not pleased with someone taking over his role. His brother is quick to talk back.

“Then maybe ya should take care of her, ya scrub!”

“Well, well, ya seem to be doin’ well!” The blond decides to ignore the response. “Now try to jump.”

“What?”

“Jump, ya know… like this.”

You’re still standing there dumbfounded, not really understanding how this is supposed to work. Osamu tries to weigh in, but Suna stops him and says to just wait and watch. It’s horrible, it’s not working, you can’t even lift off the ground, not to mention land back on the board.

“How can ya not… It’s the simplest thing! Look, like… like this.”

Blond Miya gets irritated, the other two boys nearly fall from the bench from laughter. Osamu finally decides to save the day.

“Move, ya idiot.” He shoves his brother to the side. “Listen, when yer standing like this, ya jump and pop the board while in the air. Yer other foot slides up to level it, and then ya land.”

Oh, this makes so much more sense. You succeed on the second try, making Atsumu groan and others cry from laughing too hard.

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Rin is right next to you, in a secluded part of the park. The two of you are the only people around, which is both weird, because it’s such a warm day, and desirable, because at least you don’t bother anyone. And no one bothers you.

“Let’s start with the shove, yeah?” You nod. “First place your feet like this, stick your toes out a bit more, good. Now, you push the backfoot straight back, your frontfoot barely lifts off the board - that’s the key. Then the board makes an 180, and you land.”

He watches you try and fail, but it’s not like you make some serious mistakes, you just need to figure things out - how much force to use, how high to jump. So he starts mindlessly shoving his board around, staying close in case you need him.

Honestly he’s impressed with how quickly you’re able to learn, your eagerness and determination being a balm to his heart. He just wants to hug you, hold you close with his eyes shut, and breathe. Nothing more, just breathe.

In the meantime you managed to work out the part he had shown you - maybe it’s not perfect yet, but enough to step up your game. He tells you to do the same, but moving, a small but significant upgrade.

Suna has been watching you closely for a long while now, your skin burning wherever his eyes lingered. The alley you’ve been occupying is hidden in shade, but it does little to soothe the fire. You need a break, even if it’s for just 5 minutes.

Water bottle buried in the ground (not entirely, obviously) is pleasantly cool when you dig it out. You wish you could submerge yourself in it, maybe this would help. Thin streams of the liquid flow down your scorching skin, a contrast of feelings gives you goosebumps. Okay, you cheer yourself mentally, time to continue.

And you do, for the first hour landing on the ground instead of the board, having it upside down (how? It’s a mystery), or rotating it in weird angles. Rintarou is patient, observes your every move and offers suggestions that do help. Three hours later your efforts are deemed worthy of the next level.

“So now you have to combine that pop from the ollie with the shove, and you got it!”

“Easy to say…”

Rin laughs and goes to lie down on a grass, placing his backpack under his head, so he can still see you. You start moving, and call it instinct, call it intuition, one can even call it clairvoyance, but he already knows you’re going to fail.

He sees it all in slow motion, how you come close to where he is, how you flick your ankle and the board spins, but the angle is wrong, the pace of the rotation is wrong, everything seems wrong.

The least he can do is to minimise the harm; you’re right in front of him when you land awkwardly and tumble forward, right into his stretched arms. The impact makes him fall on his back with you on top, his arms secured around you.

“Oh god, Suna, I’m so sorry, I-”

You’re blushing like a tomato, your eyes widen in terror but you’re so damn adorable that his heart clenches painfully. He smiles as he brushes some loose strands off the way.

“You should watch where you’re going, could have hurt someone.”

It’s now or never.

His lips are so soft, you think before you even register why you can feel that. But when you realise… the time comes to a halt. The whole world ceases to exist, it’s just you and him, his arms embracing your figure, and his lips on yours. It only lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away and whispers

“...you punk.”

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[xmyshya]

Told you so

summary: Atsumu wants to propose. But the universe has different plans. genre: fluff, crack warnings: none​ special thanks: my wifey for giving me the general idea and help with coming up with these ideas, I love you so so so much! a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day! wc: 975

If one was to describe Miya Atsumu in one word, it would be flashy. Everything about him stands out, from bleached hair, to his overbearing aura, to grand gestures. He loves having all eyes on him, as if he is the lone performer and the whole world is his audience, demanding to be entertained at all times. And obviously, despite you being an “it’s all in small things” kind of person, he has to proclaim his undying love to you in a form proportional to the weight of his feeling. And it’s enormous.

“Yer an idiot, ya don’t hafta do that.” Osamu shoots down each one of his ideas. “I’m pretty sure y/n would rather have somethin’ quiet.”

“What do ya know, ‘Samu? Everyone wishes to be declared as the one to the whole world, no?”

“As a matter of fact, no.”

Atsumu scoffs. His brother clearly knows nothing, right?

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His first plan is to propose after a match. A victorious match, but he’s so sure they’ll win, that it goes without saying. He has a little velvety box tucked safely right next to his water bottle, eliciting weird glances from his teammates, but he couldn’t care less. He could care more about the present though, because his distraction and excitement cost MSBY the game. Shut up, Atsumu barks at the tiny treasure chest, feeling its mocking gaze.

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One of the perks of being a famous (as he wants to believe) athlete is contacts. So upon hearing that one of your beloved (and not so famous) bands announced a concert, another lightbulb lit up in his head. He met them at one of the official parties he attended and in a drunken haze ended up with members’ phone numbers.

They agreed to give Miya a moment right before encores, an extra gift from the band - being on stage during their last phase of the performance. But when you faint in the morning, he can feel the breath of anxiety on his nape. By noon your fever skyrockets, and in his panicked state Atsumu doesn’t know if he should call an ambulance or the band first.

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One beautiful Saturday he offers walking your dog and meeting at the park you work near, before going back to your place. The blonde waits impatiently by the fountain, eyeing his watch every few seconds, huge ball of fur observing him closely.

He’s so focused on trying to make (dog’s name) keep the small box in its teeth without biting into it, that he doesn’t notice you in an alley. But the dog does and runs in your direction, completely disregarding the leash tangled around Atsumu’s ankle.

One strong pull and the man lands in a fountain, watching as your furry friend gets distracted by a wild squirrel, carrying his velvety treasure god knows where. Rest of the afternoon is filled with your laughter, as he searches for the tiny cube, praying he finds it before you.

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Being Osamu’s brother has one fundamental benefit, which is food. Not always cooked by him, the twin also knows the best restaurants in most of Japan’s cities. Atsumu is sitting at the table, with you on the other side of it, and he thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful than this. Than you.

In your dress that compliments your figure and the colour of your eyes, with your diamond earrings he bought for you last year, with your bright smile as you take in the luxurious interior. A gentle pat on his shoulder drags him away from you, way too brutally for his liking, and he feels his stomach sink. No. No no no, this can’t go wrong, but he already knows it can as he follows the man away from the table.

“I’m sorry, senor Miya, but as you can see our strings broke, and we don’t have that many on us, we will transfer the money back”

He doesn’t care about money. All he cares about is a ring he’s going to take home in his pocket again, instead of your finger.

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“‘Tsumu, let’s gooooooo.” You’ve been asking him for the past 2 hours, but he really isn’t in the mood. “Please? It’s been so long since we went to Sakura viewing!”

He doesn’t want to do this. He really doesn’t. His recent failures took a toll, and now all he can think of is how the world he once ruled is now ridiculing him. But somehow, he realises, the disappointment in your eyes hurts him billion times more, so he packs a blanket, snacks, and grabs your hand. That’s the least he could do.

You’re sitting at a riverbank, under a shedding tree. Hanami has always attracted crowds, but for some miraculous reason you’re alone. He’s feeding you onigiri brought by Osamu, and finds it so easy to smile when you’re right there in front of him, so easy to laugh when you bite his finger along with the rice ball, so easy to just be.

He’s holding your hand, absentmindedly wrapping a flower plucked from a nearby spot around your finger. Wind blows a few stray petals and they land in your hair, your clothes, one even on your nose. You look like a flower goddess, he wants to say.

“Marry me.” He says instead.

Your eyes open wide, tears threatening to fall and for a moment he’s terrified. But then you smile the most beautiful of your smiles, and hug him as if he was your whole world, and whisper,

“Yes, oh my god, yes.”

He manages to find his voice many minutes later.

“I’ll give ya a real ring later, princess.”

“Hm? But I like this one.”

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When he tells Osamu about all the failed plans, and what succeeded in the end, his twin can’t stop himself.

“Idiot. I told ya to keep it simple.”

[xmyshya]

Shoved it: chapter III - Kickflip

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I’m eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.7k

This is it, you think staring out the window. This is the last tutoring session. Something makes you sad about it, and as if the world tried to be sympathetic, it’d been raining since morning. Early afternoon brought thunders and a downpour so dense, it looked like a fog. You shift your gaze to refocus on the boy on the opposite side of the desk.

“So, ready for the big day?”

“I don’t think I’d be more ready, even if we sat for another week.” He shrugs.

“Time to go home, then.”

You lift from the chair and pack your things, and after a second he does the same. Even though it stopped raining some time ago, puddles are still lake sized and streets have yet to stop being rivers. You’re not really keen on leaving the school building, but it’s evening, your bus leaves soon, and you’re hungry.

“I’m gonna go on ahead.” You say before he can stop you.

This is it, he thinks after you disappear behind the door. He really wants it to last longer, to spend more time in a quiet empty classroom with you. A sigh leaves his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, looking around the dark room for the last time before locking it up.

There’s still at least an hour before his bus arrives, so Rin drags his feet to the lockers before switching to his street shoes and walking out of the building. Everything is flooded, and he sighs again, slumps his shoulders and shoves his hands into pockets. At least it’s not raining anymore.

Suna sees you still waiting at the stop and wonders if this is his chance. Maybe it’s a sign from heavens for him to speak to you, to be friends or maybe even ask you out. You’re focused on your phone, eyes not registering the approaching boy and the car, splashing fountains on its path.

Acting purely on instinct, he reaches you in a few long strides and pulls you away from the curb just in time. Luck isn’t on his side though, as the vehicle passes at the exact same moment, soaking him from head to toe.

“Well… fuck.”

Shocked; this is how you feel after realising what has just happened. The boy who has been pestering you for the past weeks, the one you did your utmost best to avoid, is standing right in front of you completely drenched. It would be you, if he didn’t react; it should have been you.

“Th-thank you.” You mutter while playing with the hem of your uniform. “Do you live far?”

“No, but I still have an hour before the bus arrives.”

Suna tries to wring the water from his uniform, but no matter how much he squeezes and twists, liquid still pours in thick streams. You try to suppress the urge to brush the wet hair stuck to his face and notice him shivering.

“Oh, uhh… My bus will be here in a moment, and” you feel the embarrassment heat up your cheeks, “I live 2 stops away, so you can come and dry yourself first. If you want, I mean.”

The weight of his stare is almost unbearable, but you miss the blush creeping up his neck and ears, not daring to look back. His voice is quiet and shaky, as he responds with

“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Rin still can’t believe he’s on the way to your house. Opting to stay by the door so as not to wet the whole floor he wishes the circumstances were different, and he wasn’t soaked to the bone, but he’s not picky. If this is what it takes to change your perspective, then so be it.

He sighs, as he runs his hand through sopping hair. Nervousness starts to get to him, words get lost in his head as his mind presses to say something, anything. Since when does he have trouble speaking to a girl?

For some reason his heart is pounding and palms are sweaty, though (he hopes) it might also be because of the incident. So for now, Suna opts to watch you stare at the passing landscapes, as if you were afraid to meet his eyes.

“This is our stop.” You finally say as the bus slows down.

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Panic strikes when you enter home. Do you even have any clothes that would fit? There are some old sweats and t-shirts of your dad, but it’s difficult to say if the size is right. Not to mention that it’s the first time you invited a boy to your house, and your parents aren’t even here.

After leading him to a bathroom, you disappear in the storage room in search of something for Suna to change into. You grab some pants and t-shirt, and go back to him.

“You should take a hot shower, otherwise you might get a cold. I’ll put your uniform in the dryer afterwards.”

You hand him a wrapped bundle and pull a towel from a drawer. Just as you’re about to leave, Suna mutters a quiet “thank you”, and for the first time you genuinely smile at him.

When he walks out of the bathroom, you’re in the living room surrounded by piles of books and notes; your attention shifts to his presence only after he speaks.

“I hope you don’t mind, I already turned the dryer on. Didn’t want to trouble you.”

His hair is still damp from the shower, and the sweatpants are a little too short, but at least they’re dry. With each lift of his hand to rub the towel at his hair, the t-shirt slides up revealing his toned abdomen. It takes a lot of energy not to sneak a peek.

“Trouble?” You’re confused by his statement. “It’s my fault this even happened in the first place, I should have-”

“Listen, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to, okay?” He rubs his neck nervously and the shirt rides up again. “So don’t blame yourself.”

You only nod in response, too flustered to push words through your throat. All of a sudden you remember about the mess around, despite having a guest.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just have so much backlog to work on, I’ll clean this up!”

“No!” Rintarou notices your little shiver. “I mean, you don’t have to… I’ve been holding you back, so just… don’t mind me.” A moment of silence fills his mind with guilt. “Hey uhh, do you mind if I get us a snack?”

Now you’ve done it. There’s a visitor, his first time at your place, and a first boy at your place, and not only are you ignoring him for the sake of homeworks, you also failed at hospitality completely by not offering any food. It is late, and neither of you had dinner yet.

“Ah! I’ll get it! You’re a guest after all!” You almost jolt out from under the table, but a hand on your shoulder keeps you in place.

“No no, please, I don’t want to be any more of a bother. You’ve been helping me with school and now I’m just intruding, so let me do this for you.”

“Okay.”

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When Suna comes back with two plates of omurice, you’re deeply immersed in your studies. He places the dishes carefully in vacant spots, the gentle knock against the table grabs your attention, and cotton-candy-like warmth spreads in your chest. You expected a snack, some yoghurts or a bowl of nuts, or whatever else, not a warm dinner with a “ganbare” written on it.

Papers are shoved to the far end of the top, making space for the hot food. It looks delicious and you can’t wait to taste it. You clear your throat and speak hoping it would distract you from that feeling spreading in your chest.

“Would you like to watch something while we eat?”

“Sure, do you mind if I…”

He gestures between his and your side of the table; you shake your head and shift to make room for him, which he fills right away.

Omurice is indeed mouth-watering, creamy and well seasoned, and in response to your surprised expression he simply says “I have a younger sister, I can make a thing or two”. The more you know about the boy, the more you like him. You try to dismiss it as just admiring him as a person, convince yourself that it’s nothing but a surprise.

It proves to be difficult, however, when you barely register what’s on the screen, because of his proximity; it’s hard, when every brush of your arms against each other sends sparks to your brain; it’s tough, when you can feel his warmth radiating from his body and you want to be engulfed by it.

It’s nearly impossible, when you lean back on your palms, but his hand is already there, and you cover it with yours. Both of you jolt with hearts thumping violently, praying that maybe, just maybe, the other one doesn’t hear it.

After that neither of you moves, eyes trained on the screen but somehow not registering the events at all. In an attempt to ground yourself, you support your chin with your hand, and that’s the last thing you remember.

Rin hears your soft snores and, seeing your peaceful and relaxed expression, smiles as he brushes some stray strands off your face. He’s already overstayed his welcome, uniform long forgotten in the dryer. It’s wrinkled and still smells like a puddle, guess he’ll just have to give you these clothes back on the next day.

Not wanting to trouble you any more than he already has, Suna brings the plates to the kitchen, arranges books and papers in neat piles, and covers you with a blanket lying nearby. He catches himself almost planting a kiss on your forehead.

Before scooping all his stuff and walking out, he scribbles a quick note:

“My clothes were dry and I didn’t want to wake you. Don’t work too hard. See you tomorrow :)”

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