ROCKSTAR! EREN YEAGER stared into his propped-up phone camera from where he sat at his kitchen table, his emerald eyes scanning through the uncountable amount of comments rolling into his Instagram livestream.
Most of them were quite repetitive, just different variations of: ‘Eren, come to Brazil!’, ‘I love you so much!’ or ‘Next tour is when?’
He absentmindedly tugged on the strings of his black hoodie.
“My favorite color?” Eren read one of the comments aloud. “Red.”
“Can you say happy birthday to Emily?” He read. “Happy birthday Emily. Have a great one.”
The bored man continued on and on, answering questions and occasionally promoting his new rock album, which was why his managers forced him to livestream in the first place.
He, however, didn’t give a damn about promotions. Not when you happened to be on the other side of the house, watching your favorite comfort show in his bedroom.
He wanted to be with you — you, you, you. Not sitting in his kitchen, trying to boost his sales to an audience who, for the most part, cared more about his face and body rather than the chords he strung on his electric guitar.
A familiar username caught Eren’s eye. In an instant, it vanished as a wave of fresh comments rolled in, but he reached for his phone and scrolled up until his eyes landed on Connie’s username.
conmanspringer: booooo where’s your girl? we don’t wanna see you booooo
“Damn it, Connie, I could kick your ass. Please go lay down in traffic.” Eren grinned playfully at his phone. “Does anyone know how to make Connie vanish?”
Truth be told, he was happy someone asked about you no matter the reason. In fact, it sparked a new hot topic for his viewers, who all left comments asking about your whereabouts.
“She’s upstairs. She’s watching the new season of that Netflix show . . . damn, what’s it called?” Eren thought about it for a second, but when you were telling him about the show several weeks ago, well, you were coming out of the bathroom after a hot shower, and he was a little distracted.
He'd never forgive himself for forgetting the name of the show you were watching. Why would he? He was supposed to know everything about you, and he truly did, everything from your grandmother's middle name to which shoe you preferred to put on first. Some details you shared with him, but most of what he knew about you, his sweet lover, came from months of thorough "research," as he'd call it. So how . . . just how . . . could he let himself forget the show you were watching?
conmanspringer: me personally? i would’ve remembered the show if she told me
“Go to hell, Connie. She’s mine,” Eren snapped. He grabbed his phone, taking it — and, thus, his viewers — with him as he made his way to the bedroom.
Eren opened the door, his tone softening as he addressed you. “Baby? Wanna say hi to everyone?”
Oh, his fans would certainly run to social media to talk about the way Eren’s eyes were glossed over with pure love as he looked at you; the way his lips were slightly upturned from merely being in your presence.
“Sure,” you said, grabbing the remote and pausing your show.
Eren approached the side of the bed. He placed his hand on your back, indicating for you to scoot away from the headboard, and when you did, he positioned himself behind you, in between the headboard and your back. With you now lying against his chest and right in between his legs, he gave you his phone.
“Hi everyone,” you waved.
The comments were a mixture of compliments and questions from Eren’s fans, but his friends as well.
arminarlert: You look beautiful today :)
“Thank you, Armin,” you said with a grin.
Eren didn’t know if his best friend was up to something, or if he was simply being nice. Eren rubbed his hand along your thigh, grateful that his camera could only capture you and him from the chest up. That realization? Well, he was going to take advantage of it.
If you accidentally flipped the camera around, you both would have been screwed. But as he read the complimentary comments flooding in over your appearance, he couldn’t help himself, as if he was a man possessed by his raging feelings rather than logic.
conmanspringer: if you and eren don’t work out, im richer and taller than him btw
jeankirsteinmusic: Connie’s a liar, but funnily enough I actually AM taller haha
Eren moved his hand down your shorts. He pushed the soft fabric of your panties to the side. He couldn’t express his true anger. Not while he was on camera. All he could do was remind himself that you belonged to him.
Eren’s fingers found your clit. He toyed with it, all the while repeating in his head: “She’s mine. She belongs to me. This body belongs to me.”
You started to squirm. Eren was quick to move one of his legs on top of yours, holding you still.
“You’re all mine,” he thought. “All fucking mine.”
“Guys, um, I-I think I’m gonna end this live for Eren,” you stammered out, fighting to hold back a moan.
“Don’t you dare,” Eren said darkly. “Hasn’t been long enough, and everyone wanted to see you, baby.”
He swirled his finger around your clit. His dick was starting to harden. Pressing his lips against your ear, he whispered low enough for only you to hear, “I’m gonna have to eat you out later.”
The phone was starting to tremble in your grasp. You were close. He could feel your body tense up, and he quickened the pace in which he rubbed your clit.
The majority of the comments wanted to know just what Eren had whispered. At least, that was what you gathered from Eren’s little responses as he proceeded to engage with his audience as if you weren’t on the brink of an orgasm.
A comment from a fan caught Eren’s attention:
I want Eren’s girlfriend so fucking bad
That was his final straw. He snatched the phone from you with the hand that wasn’t rubbing your pussy.
“On second thought, I’m ending the live. I gotta fuck my girlfriend now, so bye.”
If your orgasm didn’t wash over you the very second he finished speaking, you would have shouted in shock. Just what was he thinking?
But, as Eren ended the livestream and tossed his phone to the other end of the bed, he clasped his hand around your neck and jaw, raising your head slightly as he sucked on your neck. He rubbed your clit more ferociously as you thrashed around from your orgasm.
Eren released your neck. He brought his lips to your ear once again. “You belong to me, don’t you? Say it.”
“I belong to- ah!”
You suddenly jumped as Eren ran his tongue across your ear.
“Couldn’t bring yourself to say it?” He mumbled. “You must really want one of those other damn fools, then huh?”
“No!” You inhaled sharply as Eren pushed two fingers into your hole.
“All the songs I’ve written about you . . . all the times I’ve made you cum over and over again . . . all the money I’ve spent spoiling you, and this is how you repay me? Can’t even tell me you belong to me? Can’t tell me you’ll stay with me forever? Do I gotta lock you up or something?”
“I’m yours, Eren. I’m yours. Please don’t stop.”
Despite your desperate plea, Eren pulled his fingers out of your pants. He moved away from his previous position behind you, walked toward the end of the bed, grabbed your ankle, and yanked you down.
“You don’t tell me what to do. Besides, I’m not convinced you believe your own words.” He stared down at you with a dark gaze as he unbuckled his belt. “I’ll make you believe it, though. I’ll show you that you’re mine, baby. Hell, I’ll show everyone. I don’t care if I have to fuck you right on stage during my next show . . . you’re mine, and everyone needs to know that. You’re mine.”
I know I said I quit but u need to get this little Drabble off my mind 😩
“Baby please let me touch”
Your boyfriend was hovering over you, on your shared bed, spreading your legs for you, and all while he couldn’t do anything but look.
His hands were sliding up and down your quaking thighs begging for a feel, a taste, anything.
“Mhm-mhp Eren no”
You look up at his face he’s pleading with eyes.
He knows you said don’t touch just watch you abuse you pussy until your creaming around your fingers, and he really thought he could do it.
But the way your pussy was squelching around your own digits and you thumb effortlessly rubbing your sensitive clit, oh and that face.
That beautiful doll-like face was looking so fucked out and so ready too cum, yea he couldn’t keep his promise at all.
“I can’t baby you’re begging me touch you” he was actually begging you with his hands rubbing faster on your thighs as he spoke. “I just wanna touch it baby cmon let me touch this needy pussy”
And you so desperately wanted to say no, just stand your ground and make him accept his punishment, but you also wanted him to touch you.
“Y-you can control yourself?”
“Yes baby I won’t do to much and I won’t lick”
and you know this won’t be true considering the fact that he’s not even looking you in the eye, but instead starting at the way your creme was oozing out onto your fingers. He didn’t even sound an inch of convincing.
“P-promise baby”
“I promise ma, can I touch?” He finally looks up at you with those puppy eyes
You move his hand to create space for his.
“Go ahead”
When his 2 fingers entered you, it created a fullness that you couldn’t reach.
He was forcing your legs open while digging you out with his hands. It had you already about to come undone for him.
“Huf-f-fuck!”
Barely able to form a coherent sentence he was in you so good your mind was running blanks.
The more the moans poured out of you, the more Eren babbled arrogant bullshit.
“Yea? You feel good mama? I told you just let me make you nut”
“Haven’t even been in you for 5 fucking minutes and you’re already about to cum all over my fingers”
“Mhm give it to me, I love this slutty little pussy, it’s mine? Tell me it’s mine baby”
Still unable to speak you squeal and nod your head and look up at him grabbing his wrist
He didn’t need words to know what you were implying
Hyunjin renovates your new home for you, ensuring each detail is tailored to your liking.
"Watch your steps."
Carefully, Hyunjin guides you around the house, one hand clasped against your eyes, the other resting on your waist. You could feel the cold tiles beneath your feet, and how it is slightly dusty from the month-long renovations.
"Careful, don't want you to stub your toe," Hyunjin says, eliciting a small chuckle from you.
Hyunjin walks you through the house, until at one point (you couldn't tell where in the house), he stops.
"One, two..." he whispers, and you can feel the smile on his face, "...Three. Surprise!"
Hyunjin drops his hand, watching as you take in the sight before you. You're standing in front of the newly renovated kitchen, its appearance far different than the last time you saw it.
"Oh my god," you breathe out, "What the hell, Hyunjin?"
The walls of the kitchen had been renovated to your liking, the boring brick walls transformed into green marble tiles. The countertop looks like one from your dreams — straight from the house of Monet. All you could do is gasp.
"You like it?" Hyunjin questions, placing a hand on the small of your back.
"Sweetheart, I love it," you whisper. He smiles, content with the perplexed look on your face.
"I love it," you repeat, roaming around the kitchen with Hyunjin following you like a lost puppy. "I really love it, Hyune."
“I’m happy you do, baby.”
You rummage through the drawers, trailing your pointer against every surface you could touch. All the furniture, even the kitchen cookware sets, was designed according to your preferences — as though Hyunjin had the same mind as yours. Frankly, it’s like your Pinterest board has come to life.
What you’re unaware of is that indeed, Hyunjin had spent weeks stalking you on Pinterest. His urges of “pleeaaaaseee update your Pinterest boards,” weren’t for nothing.
"Wait, need to show you this," your fiancee interrupts, taking your hand to lead you to a cabinet.
He gently opens the cabinet, revealing a spice rack. The spice rack you've always wanted — he knows because he remembers the few times you've mentioned it — is sitting right inside the cabinet.
“Holy fuck, Hyune,” you mutter, turning your head to him with your mouth agape, “It’s the fucking Lenox Spice Village that I wanted!”
“Yeah,” he giggles, a sense of pride bubbling in him. He lets out a small “oof,” when you throw yourself onto him, engulfing him into a tight hug.
“I love it so much, baby. I really love it.”
“Really?” he giggles, holding you tightly, “You haven’t even seen the bedroom.”
Hyunjin leads you to the bedroom, then the bathroom, the living room — and lastly, an office. The space in the office had been divided into two, one-half works as his art corner, and the other serves as a study for you. The desk is exactly to your liking, a space designated for you to indulge in your hobbies.
There’s a peg board above your desk — with magnets from the cities you’ve travelled to, and polaroids from your dates with Hyunjin. A memento for all the memories you’ve made with him.
It all feels like home.
“It’s really perfect,” you exhale, standing by the desk with an awestruck face. “You know me so well, Hyune.”
“I do?” he mutters, a small smile gracing his face. He inches closer to you, his breath fanning against your neck. A kiss is cheekily placed on your cheek. “I just wanted you to feel at home.”
“And I do,” you whisper, looking up at him. “I feel at home. When you said to move in with you, I didn’t expect for all of this, you know?”
Hyunjin smiles, cupping your face with a tenderness you never thought you would deserve. Soft, akin to the breeze that graces your face every midnight.
A contrast to his touch, his next words kicks the air out of you.
hq -- akaashi keji x gn!reader, kenma kozume x gn!reader, sugawara koushi x gn!reader, tsukishima kei x gn!reader
summary: facing difficult challenges with your boyfriend.
warnings: angsty but comfort, slight food mentions (most of them are over dinner srry i was hungry😭), some crying, srry if some things get a bit repetitive :(
word count: 1.8k
✦ AKAASHI KEIJI. betrayal
akaashi had always prided himself on his reliability and thoughtfulness, traits that had endeared him. the two of you had been together for over a year, sharing moments of laughter, support, and affection. however, recently, akaashi found himself caught in a situation that would test the foundation of your relationship.
it started innocently enough—a new colleague at work who seemed to admire akaashi’s dedication and skill. you noticed the extra attention the colleague gave akaashi during team meetings and trips, but you trusted your boyfriend completely. until one evening, when you decided to surprise akaashi at his workplace with dinner, only to witness a scene that shattered your trust.
akaashi and the colleague were sharing a private conversation, their body language too close for your liking. your heart sank as you overheard bits of flirtatious banter, it made your stomach churn with a mix of anger and hurt. without confronting them, you quietly left the scene, feeling betrayed and unsure of what to do next.
later that night, akaashi returned home to find you sitting on the couch, eyes red-rimmed from tears. his heart sank as he immediately sensed something was wrong.
"y/n, what happened?" akaashi asked softly, sitting down beside you and reaching out tentatively.
you looked up, gaze piercing with a mix of sadness and disappointment. "i saw you, keiji," they whispered, their voice trembling with emotion. "with your colleague." a part of you didn’t like that you were so pent up over this. they were just colleagues, maybe she was only getting to know him. but the words they were throwing around proved different.
akaashi’s heart dropped as he realized what you must have witnessed. "i... i’m so sorry," he began, his usually composed demeanor faltering. "it’s not what you think."
you shook your head, pulling away slightly. "i saw enough," you replied, voice barely above a whisper.
akaashi took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his mistake settling heavily on his shoulders. "i never meant to hurt you," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "i was... i got caught up in the attention, and i made a terrible mistake."
you remained silent, struggling to process your emotions. akaashi continued, his words coming out in a rush as he desperately tried to make amends. "please believe me, y/n. i love you. i’m so sorry for what i did. i never meant to betray your trust."
tears welled up in your eyes once again as you looked at akaashi, torn between the pain of betrayal and the love you had for him. "i trusted you," you whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion.
akaashi reached out, gently taking your hands in his, his own eyes brimming with tears. "i know, and i’m so sorry," he repeated, his voice filled with sincerity. "i’ll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. please, give me a chance to make things right."
you searched his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love reflected back at you. slowly, you nodded, a flicker of hope lit up in your heart. "i... i need time," you replied softly, voice still wavering. "but i want to believe we can work through this."
akaashi nodded, squeezing your hands gently. "i’ll wait," he promised, his voice steady despite the pain in his heart. "i’ll do whatever it takes."
—
✦ KENMA KOZUME. different priorities
kenma was known for his dedication to gaming, his skillful maneuvers and strategic thinking making him a force to be reckoned with on and off the virtual battlefield. you admired his passion and supported his endeavors, but lately, you found yourself struggling to find common ground.
one evening, as you and kenma sat together in his room, you reached a topic that had been weighing on your mind for a while. "ken, can we talk?"
kenma glanced up from his game, adjusting his glasses with a slight nod. "sure, what's on your mind?"
"it’s just..." you hesitated, choosing your words carefully. "i feel like we have different priorities sometimes."
kenma’s face contorts into confusion, pausing the game and giving you his full attention. "what are you talking about?"
"well," you began. "you spend a lot of time gaming, which is totally fine. i respect that it's something you love and are passionate about. but sometimes i feel like we don't have as much time together as i would like."
kenma’s expression softened as he processed your words. "i understand," he replied quietly, setting aside his controller. "i do spend a lot of time gaming. it’s... it's my way of relaxing and focusing."
you nodded, gaze fixed on your hands. "i get that, and i don't want to take that away from you. but sometimes i wish we could do more things together, you know? like go out, or just spend quality time."
kenma sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. "i know i haven't been very good at balancing things lately," he admitted, his voice quiet with regret. "i guess i didn't realize how much it was affecting you."
you reached out, gently taking kenma’s hand in yours. "it’s not just about the time," you explained. "it’s also about feeling connected and valued."
kenma squeezed your hand, his gaze soft with understanding. "i’m sorry," he murmured, his voice sincere. "i didn't mean to make you feel that way. you’re important to me, more than anything."
you smiled softly, feeling a wave of relief wash over. "i know, ken. and i know gaming is a big part of who you are. i just want us to find a balance that works for both of us."
kenma nodded thoughtfully, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could make things better. "I want that too," he replied earnestly. "I'll try to be more mindful of how I spend my time. And maybe... maybe we can plan some activities together."
your smile widened, grateful for kenma’s willingness to compromise. "that sounds perfect," you agreed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "thank you for listening."
kenma blushed slightly at the gesture, a small smile tugging at his lips. "thank you for understanding.”
—
✦ SUGAWARA KOUSHI. fear of abandonment
sugawara had always been dependable and supportive. his gentle demeanor and caring nature endeared him to many, including you. despite your loving relationship, sugawara found himself drowned by a lingering fear—one that threatened to ruin his happiness.
after a quiet dinner together at your place, sugawara sat on the couch, fidgeting nervously. you noticed his unease and gently asked, "koushi, is everything alright?"
sugawara hesitated, his thoughts racing. "i... i’m just worried," he finally admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability.
"worried about what?" you asked softly, moving closer to him.
he looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "i’m scared that you might leave me someday," he confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
your heart sank at his words, realizing the depth of your boyfriend’sinsecurity. "koushi," you began gently, "why would you think that?"
sugawara sighed heavily, shoulders slumping with the weight of his fears. "i’ve been hurt before," he admitted quietly. "in past relationships, people have left me when things got tough or when they found someone better."
your expression was soft with empathy as you listened, realizing how deeply sugawara’s past experiences had affected him. "i get it," you whispered, reaching out to gently cup his face in your hands. "but i’m not going anywhere, koushi. you mean so much to me."
he finally looked up, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "i know, but... but what if i’m not enough? what if i can't make you happy?"
you shook your head, your voice firm but filled with tenderness. "you make me happy, baby. your kindness, your support, everything about you—it's what i love."
sugawara’s breath hitched at your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. "thank you," he whispered, leaning into your touch.
you pulled him into a comforting embrace, holding him close. "we all have fears, koushi," you murmured against his shoulder. "but i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere.”
sugawara closed his eyes, feeling a sense of reassurance settle in his heart. "i... i’m sorry for doubting," he admitted softly, his voice trembling slightly.
"it’s okay," you assured him, pressing a kiss to his temple. "i’m here to remind you whenever you need it."
—
✦ TSUKISHIMA KEI. manipulation
your boyfriend was known for his sharp wit and aloof demeanor, qualities that often masked his insecurities and vulnerabilities. you had always admired his intelligence and dry humor, but lately, you had started to notice a pattern in the relationship.
after a tense argument over a little matter, tsukishima retreated to his room, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. as you sat alone in the living room, replaying the conversation in your mind, you couldn't shake the feeling that tsukishima’s words had crossed a line.
after gathering your thoughts, you took a deep breath and approached tsukishima’s room. knocking softly, you waited for him to respond.
"what?" his voice came through the door, tinted with irritation.
you pushed the door open slowly, stepping into his room with a determined expression. "we need to talk," you began firmly.
tsukishima looked up from his desk, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the seriousness in your voice. "about what?"
"about how you've been treating me, kei," you replied, voice steady despite the rising emotions. "you can't keep manipulating me emotionally whenever things don't go your way."
tsukishima scoffed lightly, leaning back in his chair. "i have no idea what you're talking about."
"don’t play dumb, kei," you retorted, patience wearing thin. "you know exactly what i mean. everytime we argue, you twist things around to make me feel guilty or doubt myself."
tsukishima’s expression hardened slightly, his defenses rising. "maybe you're just too sensitive."
you shook your head, refusing to back down. "no, kei. i’m not going to let you do this again. it’s not okay to manipulate someone's emotions just to win an argument or get your way."
silence hung in the air as tsukishima stared at you, his usual composure wavering under your gaze. finally, he sighed heavily, adjusting his glasses.
"i.. i didn't realize..." tsukishima started, his voice quieter than usual. "i didn't mean to..."
you crossed your arms, tone softening slightly. "i know you didn't mean to hurt me intentionally, but it's been happening more often lately. and i can't ignore it anymore."
tsukishima looked down, his hands clenched into fists. "i... i’m sorry," he murmured, the words barely audible.
you took a step closer, expression softening with empathy. "i know you have your own insecurities and struggles, kei," you began gently. "but we need to work through them together, without resorting to manipulation."
he met your gaze, his own eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and gratitude. "i... i’ll try," he promised, his voice sincere. "i’ll do better."
you nodded, feeling accomplished. "thank you," you said softly, reaching out to hug him.
a/n: listened to champagne coast again!! i’m hungry
I've had this idea spinning in my head for a while now and figured what better way to get some creative energy flowing and bring everyone together than a writing collab!? And there's nothing sillier and more fun than a classic rom-com, so why not add our favorite fictional characters to the mix? ♡
Interested in joining? All you have to do is come to my inbox with the rom-com you'll be pulling inspiration from and your fictional character of choice. Example: Sweet Home Alabama x Eren Jaeger.
♡ Reader-insert/OC writing event with no word limit!
♡ SFW/NSFW submissions are allowed, but you must be 18+ and have your age easily accessible on your blog to participate.
♡ This collaboration is open to any fandom.
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Currently on-going! This section will be updated as submissions come in.
ATTACK ON TITAN
♡ eren jaeger x she's out of my league - @usuibu
♡ eren jaeger x sweet home alabama - @bloompompom
♡ eren jaeger x the princess dairies - @grandmatilly
♡ jean kirstein x pride and prejudice - @smashboxgirl26
♡ levi ackerman x anastasia - @a-fullmetal-heart
♡ levi ackerman x austenland - @s1llage
♡ levi ackerman x mr. and mrs. smith - @shayewrites
♡ reiner braun x notting hill - @marleysfinest
♡ zeke jaeger x it happened one night - @pisspope
DEMON SLAYER
♡ rengoku kyojuro x the princess bride - @forest-hashira
GENSHIN IMPACT
♡ childe x john tucker must die - @zorosdimples
HAIKYUU
♡ miya atsumu x 10 things i hate about you - @heavenlyakin
♡ miya atsumu x she’s all that - @bungalowbear
♡ osamu miya x notting hill - @neiptune
JUJUTSU KAISEN
♡ choso kamo x 13 going on 30 - @forest-hashira
♡ nanami kento x crazy rich asians - @mitsuristoleme
♡ nanami kento x the proposal - @sugojosgf
♡ nanami kento x sabrina - @threadbaresweater
♡ nanami kento x upgraded - @loves4ge
♡ ryomen sukuna x about time - @skunabby
♡ ryomen sukuna x life as we know it - @brainrotfm
♡ ryomen sukuna x just like heaven - @vagabond-umlaut
♡ satoru gojo x anyone but you - @sellenite
♡ satoru gojo x how to lose a guy in 10 days - @ghostbeam
♡ satoru gojo x just like heaven - @stellamancer
♡ satoru gojo x pretty woman - @aikatoru
♡ satoru gojo x uptown girls - @strawberrystepmom
♡ satoru gojo x when harry met sally - @eijirhoe
♡ satoru gojo x you've got mail - @aikatoru
♡ suguru geto x the princess diaries 2 - @forest-hashira
♡ toji fushiguro x 10 things i hate about you - @anathemaspeaks
♡ toji fushiguro x seeb wa ana aseeb - @tojancy
♡ yuuji itadori x 10 things i hate about you - @zorosdimples
♡ yuuta okkotsu x just my luck - @yutaleks
KAIJU NO.8
♡ hoshina soshiro x the proposal - @mangostarjam
MY HERO ACADEMIA
♡ denki kaminari x anyone but you - @dearbraus
♡ eijiro kirishima x footloose - @enterdivinity
♡ katsuki bakugo x love is war - @bkgpackets
♡ katsuki bakugo x 50 first dates - @zanarkandskylines
♡ shoto todoroki x ella enchanted - @shiggybrainr0t
TWISTED WONDERLAND
♡ trey clover x the wedding singer - @twstinginthewind
content: mild angst, established relationship/ex lovers
word count: 2.4k
synopsis: unable to sleep, you impulsively decide to call your ex-boyfriend, suna rintaro
a/n: my first one shot !! thank u to everyone who’ll be reading this (this is my first time writing for suna so forgive the potential ooc)
“hello?”
the beeping ceased and a familiar voice came from the other side of your phone.
your breath hitched instantly—it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice. slowly, you managed to respond, “hi, rin. it’s y/n.”
for a moment, a pause shifted between the two of you, neither one saying a word. you closed your eyes in anticipation. perhaps you should’ve said more; perhaps you should’ve given a reason as to why you’d called him so unexpectedly, so spontaneously. you should’ve, but you didn’t.
on his end, you heard papers shuffling accompanied by the sound of a pencil dropping. he was doing homework even while it was past midnight—typical of him. you resisted a somber smile, memories of late night calls together flooding your mind.
rin’s voice cuts through the intolerable silence, something you were grateful for.
“oh, i thought i recognized the phone number,” he said.
his nonchalant tone pained you—his words hurt you even more. you knew the implications: he had deleted your phone number and had already moved on. as you squirmed over your impulsive decision to call him, rin thought nothing of it. clearly, you weren’t over him, and he knew that.
“why’d you call me, y/n?”
you almost didn’t respond, too distracted by his lulling voice saying your name.
“the chemistry professor wanted me to pass you a message. the final project isn’t due next week, it’s due at the end of the month. oh, and that you also left your notebook in his class,” you state hastily.
you had prepared precisely for how to reply in this exact situation. obviously you couldn’t call him out of nowhere—you needed an excuse. even while your mutual friends, osamu and atsumu, had warned you not to reach out, you still did. now you were going to find out whether it was worth it or not.
you heard rin release a soft breath, the sound of his squeaky chair accompanying it.
“so you called to tell me that?” he asked plainly. underneath his unperturbed tone, you sensed his confusion and mild curiosity.
when you didn't immediately respond, he continued, “you could’ve sent an email or a text message.”
you bit your lips—so that’s what he thought of the current situation. of course you had thought about that before calling him. the fear of him seeing right through your excuse plagued your mind as you hovered over the call button. in the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve just emailed or texted him to relay the professor’s message. however, a part of you detested that idea. it reminded you of how you were just classmates now; just acquaintances with mutual friends; just strangers during passing period.
you exhaled heavily, mumbling something underneath your breath as your eyebrows furrowed with exhaustion. maybe you could be honest—was there really anything to lose? keeping your voice steady, you said, “i could’ve, but i just wanted to call you.”
for a while there was nothing but silence. you contemplated ending the call until rin asked, “is that so? or was it because you couldn’t sleep, y/n?”
closing your eyes again, you tugged your blanket closer to your body. he was correct—of course he was correct. you blame the sight of your empty bed; the sight of the neat, gray pillow that he would always hog; the sight of the uncluttered nightstand that he would constantly dump his belongings on, for your impulsive decision to call him. even now, you couldn’t sleep, haunted by the memories of him laying next to you.
your voice became quieter, your eyelids falling loose. “yes and no. you’re right, i couldn’t fall asleep and had wanted to call you, but i didn’t lie about the professor’s message or your notebook.”
“y/n,”—rin’s voice hasn’t changed ever since you’d called him—“do you want me to stay on call with you until you fall asleep? just one last time?”
you paused before replying, a bittersweet smile forming on your face. “yes, if you don’t mind.”
you heard rin pick up some papers and set them aside. you knew what came next: he would reach underneath his desk and pull out a folder containing his lyric sheets and guitar chords. pulling your knees closer to your chest, you couldn’t bear the suffocating nostalgia.
“are you still working on that new song?” you asked hesitantly.
humming in response, rin continued to scribble god knows what down on his paper. maybe they were lyrics or new ideas that had just popped into his head. even while the two of you were still in a relationship, you didn’t get the chance to ask him much about the song. as curiosity swirled around inside your mind, you found yourself in agonizing regret.
however, now you do have the chance to ask him. what genre was the song? what was the inspiration? you smiled to yourself, readjusting your position on the bed. you were filled with boundless inquiries that will never see the light of day—you made sure of it. it pained you, but you were okay with keeping your peace; after all, you didn’t want to remind him (and partly yourself) of the reason why you broke up. surely you’d discover the answers to your numerous questions after the song was released. it’d be easy: you’d just need to ask the internet and boom, you’d have your answers. still, it’s different when you’re asking him directly and hearing the answers from him, and only him.
biting the inside of your cheek, you closed your eyes to the sound of rin tapping his fingers rhythmically against his desk, an old habit of his.
truthfully, the answer wasn’t very complicated: the two of you were just too different. it might sound simple, but underneath that was a challenge even you two couldn’t overcome. your future profession required you to be active, present in one location, while rin—an aspiring musician—has plans on signing gigs and touring around the world. you loved him for that, and because of that love, you ended things with him.
you sucked in a breath.
maybe… rin also felt the same way. maybe he also loved your enthusiasm and passion, but wondered if his absence would hurt you. maybe that was why he had agreed to your breakup proposal without any ounce of doubt or hesitation. in that moment, you didn’t ask why he seemed so unbothered, you simply took your belongings and left. you should’ve asked—you really wanted to know.
when rin spoke, his voice startled your eyelids open. “have you been having trouble sleeping, y/n?”
there it was again, the sound of him saying your name. you blinked away the memories, replying, “yeah. it’s just stress building up, that's all.”
before, it wasn’t so bad—you had rin after all, you would call him and he’d stay on the phone with you until you fell asleep. however, now it was different. you no longer had the comforting sound of his soft breathing lull you to sleep; you were stuck with the silence of your dorm room and the bitter aftertaste of loneliness.
still, you were going to be okay. you had to be okay—not only for yourself, but also for rin. you knew how he’d react if he discovered your numerous sleepless nights.
sitting up in your bed, your fingers traced shapes on top of your blanket. you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon anyway.
randomly, you broke the silence, “the chemistry professor is really strict, isn’t he?”
you heard rin’s quiet voice from the other side of the phone. “yeah,” he said, “i definitely failed the presentation on friday.”
laughter seeped through your lips. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t deny that he did actually fail the presentation—it was the truth. catching your breath, you mused lightheartedly, “what did you expect from pairing up with atsumu?”
quietly, rin sighed—you could bet a fortune that he was currently furrowing his eyebrows. “the man was saying complete nonsense. the things he said weren’t even on the slides.”
you nodded, there was no denying that either. however, you had to give atsumu some credit for his public speaking skills. he may have received a zero in the informational section, but you were confident he aced the speaking and clarity portion with flying colors.
“maybe we should cut him some slack,” you said. “he did make the professor laugh a couple times with his jokes.”
“awful jokes you mean.”
you smiled. “extremely awful—but i’m pretty sure they helped both of you score some extra points.”
you heard rin relax in his seat, his chair squeaking with fatigue. “do you think i’d have a better chance at passing if i paired up with osamu instead?”
you groaned almost instantly at the mention of your partner’s name. while dealing with osamu was 73% better than his blond haired, high maintenance twin brother, osamu was the one who contributed largely to your many sleepless nights.
“based on your groan, i’ll take that as a no,” rin remarked teasingly.
you heaved a sigh. how cruel he was for finding the situation entertaining… as you remembered all the nights where you stressed over the presentation with osamu mercilessly (and unhelpfully) watching you on facetime, you felt a cold shiver down your spine.
“hey,” rin said, his voice lacking any mirth from before. “i thought you did really well. your presentation was good, don’t worry about it.”
your shoulders relaxed and you whispered a quiet “thanks.” he really was cruel; was he even aware of how genuine and considerate he just sounded? probably not, he was like this during your relationship as well. one of the reasons you fell for him was because of how effortlessly caring he was—and it seems, still is.
after a while, you said, “well, positively speaking, osamu does his part well, i guess. he bought me a lot of food during that time too, so he’s not that bad, i guess.”
you heard another one of rin’s quiet chuckles. “you can’t compliment him and then end with ‘i guess,’ y/n.”
“why don’t you try complimenting atsumu then?” perhaps you sounded more irked than intended, but secretly, you were smiling with amusement.
there was a pause until rin eventually said, “that’s hard. he’s just an attention hogger.”
you grinned pleasingly. “that’s true. maybe that’s why he’s dragging me to that party tomorrow.”
“oh, that party? you’re going to it?”
a wave of unease washed over you and you reached to pull your blanket closer. you hummed in response, weary of where the conversation was headed.
“is that so? have fun then,” he said. “take care of yourself and wait before driving. i’m more worried about you than atsumu,” he added with a chuckle.
his voice had remained the same: nonchalant and rin-like—but this time, there were hints of tenderness in there. he really was cruel for catching you off guard like that.
“you aren’t going?” you asked.
“atsumu asked me to go, but i’m busy that day. i’m visiting the studio to finish up the song.”
your silence felt like an eternity, your words getting caught in your throat.
“are you worried about going? if anything goes wrong just call me,” he said as if it had been the easiest thing in the world.
now you really didn’t know what to say. he was so, so, so irritatingly cruel.
“thank you, rin. i’ll make sure atsumu doesn’t pass out and that we get back to the dorms safely.”
“no problem, i hope you have fun.”
you hummed, allowing silence to seep into the conversation. it was nice of him to say that, but deep down, the two of you both knew this was your last phone call together.
reaching towards your nightstand, you turned off your lamp. when you settled back into bed, you said plainly, “i should probably go to sleep now.”
you waited for him to respond, but all he said was a simple “yeah.”
“thanks for staying on call with me, i appreciate it.”
“don’t mention it.”
you smiled. “good night, rin.”
for the next couple of minutes you laid there silently, recalling the previous moments on call with him. you thought about all the laughter the two of you shared, along with all the remarks and silly comments exchanged throughout.
before, you wouldn’t have dared to call him or even speak of him, too sad to consider what it’d be like if you did. now, you wondered how your past self would react upon witnessing what you’d just done.
rin had spoken to you so kindly—so reassuringly. in reality, there was nothing for you to fuss about. to him, he was just glad to hear you’ve been doing well (minus a couple sleepless nights). it was hard to say whether you’re friends again or not, but you were certainly more than acquaintances.
slowly, your eyelids felt heavier and you drifted off to sleep. you wondered how you’d feel in the morning: overwhelmed? energized? or would you still feel empty and stuck as if you were at a dead end? would there be a sense of accomplishment or disappointment at all the unanswered questions left after the call ended?
what was your relationship with him now?
that night you slept soundlessly, you didn’t even notice your alarm blaring at you to wake up in the morning. however, strangely you didn’t feel anything when you awoke—not even annoyance at your troublesome alarm. it was just another day, but with the exception of your friend atsumu dragging you to a party.
as you reluctantly got ready and returned to make your bed, you were reminded of your phone call with rin. what was your relationship with him? you hesitated to answer that question, freezing as you held your blanket in your hands. hastily, you tidied your sheets and rearranged your pillows.
did it really matter? all you could think about was how, regardless of being broken up, rin still cared for you enough to stay on the phone until you fell asleep. he wasn’t angry or defensive, he was just worried. what kind of relationship you had with him now didn’t matter—you and him cared for one another and that was all that mattered.
a smile formed on your face and you got ready to meet up with atsumu. when you grabbed your shoes, your phone rang and you saw a familiar number.
you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. maybe you were excited to go to the party after all.
“sorry, ‘tsumu. i’m coming right now!”
additional a/n: TYY for reading this 😘😘 i asked may @kqbukimono for advice on what u’d do if u called ur ex but she said he wouldn’t have done it in the first place such great help right 😬 (jk ily) + the title is inspired by the song one last time by summer salt !!
Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.
“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”
You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”
“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”
“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”
“Rinnie!”
“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”
“Your point?”
His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”
“Oh, please-“
“To Komori.”
This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“
“Oh, I’m serious, too.”
You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”
“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”
“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”
Hi!! Can you please please please write something with weird reader x akaashi? Have a lovely day ♡
Keiji smirks as two arms snake around his neck and gently pull him close, your lips pressing to his head, then ears, where you playfully bite the lobe gently.
“I want to gnaw on your bones,” you whisper into his ear.
“Yeah?” He asks, dog earring his page before closing the book and setting it to the side. He spins in his seat to face you. “You’re feeling that intense about your affection?”
“Of course.” You round the couch and make a move to plop on his lap; his arms instinctively wrap around you, and his lips press a kiss to your temple. “You’re just so pretty today, Keiji. Pretty everyday.”
“Thank you, baby,” he coos, his kissing moving down your cheek then jawline. You mewl and squeeze him, smushing his face against you. “Ow.”
“Sorry. Had to be done.”
“You had to squish me?”
“Yes,” you purr, pressing kisses to his cheeks as compensation for hurting him. Your hand comes up to grip his cheeks, pursing his lips out for you to kiss. “Mwah.”
“Mwah,” he returns.
“Mwah!”
“Mwah.”
“I’m gonna bite you.”
“Please don’t-“ his words are cut off as you bite the squish of his lips, not hard enough to make him wince but enough to playfully bite. “Thank you for being gentle with your feral behavior.”
“You’re welcome.” You plant one more kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck, letting the scent of his warm skin lull you to a state of relaxation. “Love you, Keiji.”
cw: arguments aren’t fun :( suna is bad at communicating :( reader is frustrated and a tad insecure :( angst to fluff tho i swear, i was mad so i took it out on paper (and on rintaro)
The small crack of light creeping through your curtain feels equivalent to the burn of a hangover.
The clock reads a reasonable almost ten in the morning, but your body dismisses the concept of time and aches for twelve more hours of sleep. You barely slept last night, tossing and turning for hours on end, all because of your stupid boyfriend.
Suna’s terrible at communicating, no matter how many times you tell him. He’s human, prone to making mistakes and having his fair share of wheels that need greasing, but his avoidant communication skills are often the core of a handful of your arguments.
This time around, he’s been away for the week traveling with EJP—and while the travel is nothing new, you’ve only received a single phone call and four texts within the past week.
Waking up with a pounding headache, you instantly groan at the thought of pulling yourself out of bed. Rintaro won’t be home for another day, which means another night of no sleep and spiraling worry.
At this point, coffee may be your only saving grace.
Trudging into your kitchen with knotted hair and morning breath, you barely even open your eyes as you mindlessly navigate your way to the savior that is your coffee machine.
However, your apartment isn’t as empty as you left it last night.
“Yikes,” an unsuspecting yet familiar voice practically wheezes at your appearance. “You look like you slept well,” the voice oozes of nothing but sarcasm and instigation.
sum. labeled, but sfw. arguments, suna cries, angst -> comfort.
rintarō isn't one to let his anger dominate him; rather, he tries his best to keep his emotions at bay. however, there's only so much someone can take before exploding. high octaves of a once calm voice bounces off the walls, it takes both by shock. rintarō stops, his eyes bulging when he realizes what happened.
fuck, he thinks. he didn't mean to. swallowing the burning sensation of guilt, he steps forward. countless apologies flow from his lips, clammy hands trying to reach you in attempts of a hug. you're still shocked. numb to your feet, your mind replays the scene. it hurts. it really hurts. you didn't mean for it to turn out like this.
from a simple worry to nagging to spitting out meaningless words of anger. it never meant to escalate like that; nothing was supposed to turn the way it did. hurt, anger, jealousy, and sadness. he knew your words came from concern, but he was already irritated—annoyed in a way that he just wanted to be locked in a quiet room. both parties letting their words go before logic; nothing was meant to turn this way.
“i think...i think i'll go upstairs. please don't come.” y/n mumbled, pain evident in her voice. as your figure ascends into the upper floor, rintarō slouches back into the couch. a heavy sigh fills the room; regret and guilt seeps into his pores, eating him alive.
i'm a fucking ass, he thinks again.
rintarō laughs. he drags his palms over his face, stopping at his eyes before he laughs again. it's funny, really. did he really have to lash out like that? rintarō promised he'll never hurt you. he'd never ever hurt you, but can that promise still hold meaning even after this? physically, he didn't. mentally and internally? the tremble of your voice said more than enough.
the more his mind repeats what happened like a broken record, the more tears well up in his eyes. they threaten him. they laugh at him. the salty liquid mocks him—it's almost as if it's saying, “ha! you're an idiot!”
he swallows hard, trying so hard not to let his voice be heard. he doesn't want to cry but fuck, it hurts so much. when the dam swells until it bursts, floods occur. and so he let it go. the tears race down the sides of his face. he covers his mouth with one hand, biting hard in attempts not to make a sound.
it's been a few hours. each in their own space, trying to soften the pain that invited itself. no one tried speaking to another—the fight lingers fresh in both minds. rintarō's on the edge; he's itching to be in your presence. to hold you. to kiss you.
five minutes turn into ten, which turned into twenty, and he's still there. still behind the door that separates him from you, hesitating to turn the knob. his hand shakes—he's nervous..? anxious? afraid you'd ask him to leave you alone? hell, he doesn't know.
rintarō didn't know he was in his head until the door opened on your side. he gapes at you, eyes searching for something.
“rin—” you start but he continued, “i'm sorry.”
he notes the confusion riddled on your face but he continues on.
“i'm sorry, love.” he says, hands holding yours as he looks down biting his lips. he's ashamed to face you.
“rintarō,” you tighten your grip on his hand, “let's sit down.” you instruct and he obeys, chewing on his bottom lip as a distraction.
rintarō's eyes linger on you. he observes your face, your behaviour, your tired eyes that show clear evidence of countless hours of crying. his heart hurts. he never thought he'd be the reason you're crying tears of sadness. never did he ever want to make you cry like that.
“you've been crying.”
“yeah, you too huh? i'm sorry, rin.”
at your apology he freezes. you're sorry? why are you apologizing? he's the one who lost control so why the fuck are you apologizing?
rintarō laughs again. he's been acting like a real fool hasn't he? having a wife who apologises for her husband's inconsiderate actions.
“don't. don't do that. don't apologise.”
“but—”
“please,” he begged. pushing you both down onto the bed, rintarō holds you above him. one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other rubs your shoulder, he continues his speech, “i didn't mean to—i didn't mean to yell like that. i don't know what i'd do if you left.”
you play with the hem of his shirt waiting for him to finish.
he let out a ragged breath before continuing, “i don't like it when you're hurt. this is gonna sound corny but i hate it when you cry too.”
you wait again but he doesn't continue like before. confused you look up at him only to furrow your eyebrows while your eyes wash over with concern. is he trying to not cry? you think.
yeah, he's crying again. small droplets trickle down his face once more as he sucks in his cheeks trying to not make a sound.
“rin.” he doesn't answer.
“suna rin.” he hums quietly but it's not the answer you want.
“suna rintarō.” there, he answers.
your heart shreds. hearing his voice like this was as rare as a red moon; you hate it. you hate how he never allows himself to cry. he's human isn't he? so why's he acting as though he's a machine.
you sit up on his lower half, cupping his face forcing him to look at you.
“we both did our wrongs so why are you behaving like you committed a first degree crime?” you ask though you aren't looking for an answer.
he stays quiet. eyes lost deep in yours as he waits for your words again.
“yes it did hurt, but that doesn't mean i'll throw away your love doesn't it? i know better than to divorce you for this argument, rin. we've been together for years.”
your fingers start to caress his cheek—some even tracing his face's outline. rintarō's hands find refuge on your waist, he holds and plays with your skin.
“i love you, rin. i'll tell you over and over until you know it.”
“i know.”
“then act like you know, boy.”
he laughs for the fifth time today, but it's no longer a laugh of disbelief, no. it's a laugh of joy. it's a breathy laugh that makes his eyes crinkle.
he sits up, pulling you into a hug as he lowers his head into the junction of your neck and shoulders. a smile finally dawns both faces.
after long hours anger says goodbye as love enters the house. what a day, you both think.
Suna is famous for having pictures, digital mementos of everything.
The day you broke up was hard for him but the day his phone died and he lost the recording of your last happy voice message?
Literal hell.
And he knows the employee went over the potential risk of hard restarting his phone to change the battery, but he just shrugged and signed the waver anyways.
But when the employee comes back with a sorry look, he knows everything is gone. every message, every picture, every text and every trace of you is released into the void of nothingness that is in the apple stratosphere.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS GONE?"
The employee winces, "sir, the icloud mustve been filled and unable to recover all your information."
"BUT ALL OF IT?! YOU COULDN'T SAVE ANY OF IT?"
"I'm sorry, sir," they say, swallowing thickly from the force of Rintaro's yelling.
If you were here, you'd tell him it's okay. That it's a new time to create more memories. And you'd cheekily tell him that the twins will provide more embarrassment for his camera roll, and Kita's well wishes will keep coming, and Aran will continue to send him his schedule regardless.
You'd tell him that now, you can fill his camera with more pictures of you. More text messages. More phonecalls.
But you're not here.
And his heartrate spikes and he cards an anxious hand through his hair and braces himself on the counter, trying to hide his tears of anger and hopelessness and defeat from the now swarming crowd.
people never believed you whenever you told them that you participated in numerous extracurricular activities and still maintained a good relationship with your academics. it’s as if they think that if you play sports, you’re the typical sporty person who doesn’t excel in their studies, which is why you chose to focus on what’s easier for you.
but you and your friends just loved proving otherwise.
“i’m— oh? woww,” you said in surprise, walking up to the benches where atsumu and rintarou sat.
atsumu had his back hunched over as he held his ipad, reading what you assumed to be something of importance. rintarou, on the other hand, sat on the polished wooden flooring as he utilized the flat surface of the bench as a table to stabilize what he was drawing.
“damn,” you decided to record a video for you to have something to look back on. “are you a student athlete or a student athlete?”
“student athlete here,” atsumu introduces himself to the camera and strikes a pose by holding his digital pencil and a check mark sign with his free hand to his chin. “miya atsumu at yer service.”
“student athlete, of course,” rintarou says, not tearing away his gaze from what he was doing.
a soft giggle came from you.
“ok, ok! this is what your inarizaki volleyball players are doing when they aren’t on the court, guys. they handle their schedules well,” you tell the camera. “so, introduce yourself and tell the camera what you’re doing, along with something that you wanna tell those who are watching?”
the two didn’t seem to mind, and naturally, atsumu went first.
“once again, miya atsumu here. right now, ‘m studyin’ biology well, ‘cause if i don’t go pro, might as well become the best nurse in healthcare,” he winks at the camera. atsumu scrolls through the screen of his ipad, smiling. “ladies and gents, jus’ know that yer in good hands.”
he even had the confidence to flex his muscles, which shows through the practice jerseys.
you nod supportively, shifting the camera to rintarou.
“uhm, haha.”
he laughs awkwardly, unable to form the words at first. “suna rintarou from class 1, and i’m doing my architecture plates during practice. my motivation in life is i if i don’t become a professional volleyball player, i can always be a trophy husband. yes.”
your and atsumu’s laughter got a bit louder at that.
“really? you? the suna rintarou? a trophy husband?”
“yes, it’s an honor to be one since i don’t think i could pursue architecture with how taxing the outputs are.” then, rintarou shoos the camera away from his face.
“you’re a brave man for cramming that in here.”
“that i am.”
you had to give him that. “ok, hold this,” you handed atsumu your phone.
“of course, i’m l/n y/n, and we’re at volleyball practice right now. we aren’t subbed in yet, but i’m rereading the newspaper because we have a debate tomorrow morning,” you tell them. “if i don’t go pro, please don’t commit crimes because i’d probably be your lawyer.”
“hit ‘em with the ‘yer honor, if my client is lyin’, why are his pants not on fire?’”
“true, true.”
you smiled, nodding as you got back your phone. “that’s the plan,” you answered jokingly, panning the camera to osamu, who played on the court. “and osamu’s over there. he isn’t here, but he’s balancing the budget summary since he’s going to pursue culinary.”
next to rintarou was a stack of papers that were scribbled with awful penmanship by pencil; those were osamu’s papers.
“look at him and his stupid face.”
osamu glanced at the camera, panting. he shot you the middle finger, which made you quickly cover the camera with laughter.
“osamu! i was going to show my father this!” you yelled.
“oh, shit! really? sorry!”
it’s safe to say that the future is secured for the four of you, given how well you balance your studies and after school activities.
note. someone draw nursing student!atsumu and architecture student!rintarou, please . . the vision, the prompt, the character fits so well aww
college student majoring in photography <3 also works at onigiri miya on the side but spends a lot of her time doing client portraits and taking photos in her free time to add to her portfolio and get experience. really enjoys taking photos of street art, including graffiti and interactive pieces because she thinks they have so much meaning and significance. wanders around with suna a lot as they look for more art. went to itachiyama and knows sakusa the best but they both became good friends with inarizaki because atsumu would always bring osamu and suna with him to visit them in high school. y/n would sneak glances at suna when she thought he wasn’t looking but was always too nervous to say anything. in college, they grew closer and things became more comfortable as their friend groups hanged out more. she's allowed suna on her private account because it's where she posts most of her thoughts since her main account has to be dedicate to photography.
akaashi keiji & sakusa kiyoomi °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
akaashi
double majoring in literature and photography <3 whenever their classes assign group projects, akaashi, y/n, and kenma usually all work together. even on individual assignments, they usually go out together to keep each other company while they find their focuses <3 but he’s really going thru it, spends a lot of his time and money in coffee shops (and takes advantage of getting free food at onigiri miya). doesn’t have a very big booking schedule for client photography because he’s so busy but he’s always booked because people are obsessed with how good his eyes and skills at editing photos are. met and got to know y/n at the high school games between fukurodani and itachiyama when she would come to take photos of the volleyball team for publicity.
omi
wing spiker for the msby college volleyball team and majoring in athletic training. frequents onigiri miya but will only eat what y/n or osamu makes. he definitely grew close to y/n and trusts her because she’s just as much of a clean freak as him. their first interaction went something along the lines of her watching someone on the vball team trip on her equipment bag and her coming up to sakusa saying “your teammate just touched my bag with his dirty sweaty shoe and now i have to sanitize it. please tell them to stay away from my stuff.” and he was immediately sold. sometimes feels like the caretaker of his group, making sure everyone’s taking care of themselves because akaashi and y/n often get in the habit of partnering together to make bad decisions or locking themselves in a room to cram for classes
miya osamu & kozume kenma °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
osamu
went on a whim and started onigiri miya while also going to school for a degree in hospitality. works most nights with yn allowing them to grow pretty close. in high school, she also felt the most comfortable with him out of all the inarizaki boys and he would tell her all kinds of stories about suna because he could see how she looked at him. they still usually gossip while they work together and he definitely enables her whenever she feels like doing something (as long as it’s not harmful to herself or detrimental to her future!!!). whenever msby travels to away games, he usually gets the chance to set up a stand outside the court and will leave yn in charge of the tokyo location. is also close besties with akaashi because they share an immense love for food and has given him a free pass to eat there whenever he wants (atsumu on the other hand pays and sometimes gets a discount, usually only if yn is the one taking his order bc she feels bad for him)
kenma
photography major and part time streamer. literally is the only reason yn and akaashi have good cameras because he’ll give them his old ones whenever he buys a new one or will buy them equipment they need as a present. (in return) yn and akaashi definitely help him in general classes. feeds and has basically adopted a cat that somehow climbs their window sill everyday. he’s like the keeper of his dorm because he’s always home so whenever someone is out and has forgotten something, they’ll always spam kenma asking him to “pretty please” bring it to them. posts a lot of the photos he takes on his main twitter account. definitely takes a lot of street photography and spends more time editing photos that people send in but sometimes does portraits if requested.
extras <3
yn, akaashi, sakusa, and kenma all live together
osamu doesn’t pay rent but he’s often over bc he doesn’t want to be amidst the chaos of his actual roomates
kenma’s been forced to keep his depression clutter limited to his room because sakusa and y/n are both clean freaks
(sometimes if he lets her, y/n will come in to help him organize and clean his room)
sakusa often ends up cooking for everyone to eat because he knows no one will eat if they have to make something themselves
his one rule is you cannot be in the kitchen as the same time as him or he will stare you down
y/n usually just makes something for herself at onigiri miya but she’ll always take sakusa’s cooking over it
do not come at me abt how the real world works with businesses please 😭 let me be
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