Sup, I'm just a simple otaku (24)who loves to create stories and fangirl over my fictional crushes. Be sure to check out my story; The Rabbit of Night Raven and Bizarre Brother. It can also be found in Quotev and AO3.
For those who don't know, I'm crazyyanderefangirlfan, but call Yan since I realized it's kind of a mouthful. This is my oc blog, if your curious on what I created check out my masterlist below, but I mostly reblog other stuff. Since I have horrible writer's block and school keeps me busy. Feel free to ask me anything, from my oc's, story or me. But I won't answer anything toxic or that makes me uncomfortable. Currently into Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Obey Me and Villain Recruiters might consider posting my other ocs from different fandoms though.
EDIT: Still busy but will now balance
Masterlist.
First updated: 10/14/20
Last updated: 06/30/26
Hi so I made a masterlist cause everything was messy and you guys won’t have a trouble finding what you want. Updates will be at random.
♡ synopsis after you drunkenly slept with the lead singer of one of your favourite bands, all you wanted to do was forget that it ever happened, despite how wonderful it was. much to your misfortune , the world, and he, wouldn’t. it’s a shame that instead of you, they found your best friend and cousin; the girl they thought was you.
FALLING IN LOVE WITH U 𖦹 haikyuu x reader
— maybe I could be worth your love 🎧🎵
SUMMARY: Between sunsets, crowded trains, sleepless nights, and the quiet rhythm of summer rain, their feelings bloomed in the smallest gestures: intertwined pinkies, trembling smiles, careful touches, and the silence shared between heartbeats. Each fleeting moment carried the softness of youth and the quiet ache of love, hidden within ordinary days that, without either of them noticing, slowly became unforgettable memories.
note: I really love making these little scenes, I hope you like them!!
01 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ TAKANOBU aone
⠀⠀June had arrived in Miyagi, and with it came the rains that followed the season. Although the weatherman had said it would rain, Takanobu paid no mind that morning and left his umbrella beside the door of his home, the walk was short or at least that was what he kept telling himself. His long strides were not enough to keep him from getting soaked and risking a cold, yet when he arrived at the doors of that gymnasium, a gentle presence was waiting for him there, standing with a stern expression and both hands resting on the hips.
⠀⠀There you were, waiting for him, your gaze fixed on his approaching steps and on the clothes darkened by the rain. Aone stopped before you with his usual calm expression, not even the downpour seemed capable of disturbing his composure, yet the sight of you angrily fussing over him made his heart beat fiercely against his chest. You rose slightly onto your tiptoes to reach his face, and with the sleeve of your sweater you carefully wiped away the raindrops tracing along the boy’s jawline, his nose, his cheekbones… all while a long stream of scolding left your lips, for it was not the first time in recent days that Takanobu had forgotten his umbrella at home and ignored the weather warnings. Nevertheless, everything pointed to the fact that, once again, he was not listening to the words leaving your throat, they never reached his ears, much less his mind, because he was far too occupied looking at you to understand anything you were saying.
⠀⠀With the tips of your fingers, you gently held his chin, and the pleasant touch of wool dried the water from his face, yet Aone’s pupils remained fixed upon your lips upon the way they resisted curling into a smile so you could maintain your stern reprimand, the way your brows furrowed with every word, and how your eyes remained focused on him, searching for every last droplet of rain adorning his skin that June morning. He had thought it would be like any other day, yet his cheeks had begun to bloom crimson, and his heart threatened to escape from his chest.
⠀⠀In the end, he did not care about being drenched or catching a cold if it meant he could see your smile and receive your touch.
02 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ RINTARŌ suna
⠀⠀The scenery beneath the sunset slipped fleetingly past the other side of the train window, leaving trails of light behind, accompanied by the soft murmur of the carriage rolling over the tracks. There were days like those when they shared the ride there together, surrounded by strangers, each lost somewhere within their own thoughts, and yet they seemed to share a corner of their minds, hidden behind the curtain of coats.
⠀⠀Seated beside one another, shoulder against shoulder, allowing their knees to brush together in a subtle, careless way, pretending neither of them noticed, even though their emotions had already been left dazed. Their hands sometimes collided whenever the train turned, yet they remained there still, eyes fixed on the small screen where a video Rintarō had recorded that very morning played quietly.
⠀⠀And yet, the boy paid no attention to the video or the station announcements; he only had eyes for you, for the way you smiled, the way you laughed and lightly tapped his arm while trying to hold back your laughter so as not to disturb the other passengers. He was lost in the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, in the way you adjusted the earbud the two of you were sharing.
⠀⠀He was utterly spellbound by your presence, allowing his thoughts to drift with every emotion you awakened within him, forcing him to notice even the way you leaned closer in an attempt to take up as little space as possible in the crowded carriage, hidden beneath curtains of coats and jackets, until he finally understood his feelings the moment your pinkies intertwined behind the glow of the small screen.
03 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ KŌSHI sugawara
⠀⠀There they were again, after a long day of practice, lingering at Ukai’s shop, letting their outrageous laughter be carried away by the wind while the sunset illuminated their steps. They were alone, laughing, talking, running through the steep streets on their way home. The breeze was soft and cool, swaying their hair and brushing gently against their necks.
⠀⠀When they took the bicycle and rode onto the road, the sun rested to their right, lighting up the rice fields and staining the world in that characteristic orange hue, with the crimson glow of dusk standing witness to their feelings. They shared the ride, Kōshi at the handlebars and you behind him, holding onto the seat, eyes closed as you felt the wind against your skin. Hardly any cars passed by, and the few people who did greeted them kindly. Life there was simple, peaceful, and even though important competitions were just around the corner, they seemed meaningless in that instant, something distant from them, as if, had they been able to freeze time, they would have done so in that exact moment.
⠀⠀The words never ceased, flowing sweet as honey from their lips, allowing some syllables to vanish into the delicate currents of air, and their laughter only deepened when a small bump in the road made them lose balance for a second. Yet after that, every sound faded away and only their smiles remained.
⠀⠀For the rest of the ride they stayed silent, but it was enough for Sugawara, whose thoughts had turned to chaos the moment he felt your arms wrap around his waist and your face rest against his back. He silently thanked fate that they could not look at each other, because his flushed cheeks and foolish smile would have betrayed every thought in his mind, while his pounding heart revealed all the feelings he carried for you.
04 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ TETSURŌ kuroo
⠀⠀Sleepless nights in the library, wishing for exams to finally come to an end, though they only seemed endless instead. Trivial conversations drifting through memories of before: the first time they met, the first time they went out together, the first time living that long-dreamed-of high school life that had, indeed, reached its end.
⠀⠀None of it felt real, the graduation portrait, the words of gratitude, the congratulations… It had all seemed so distant for so long that now it felt like a dream, and amidst so much change, there they still were, ready for their first time beyond high school, though not before taking a photograph to remember it all.
⠀⠀What Tetsurō failed to notice, however, were the wrinkles in his uniform, until you stepped closer and reached your hands toward him. Once again they stood in that crowded gymnasium, face to face, your soft hands fixing the collar of his shirt and adjusting his tie beneath your attentive brown gaze. The boy tried to hold even his breath so as not to disturb you, letting your words drift into his subconscious as he listened to your scolding, one that somehow even seemed to delight him.
⠀⠀There they stood among all those people; some watched them, others ignored them, but none of it mattered to Kuroo, who seemed capable of seeing only you, entirely focused on straightening his uniform for the photograph, unaware of all the feelings you had awakened within his heart.
summary: summer weather’s always better with you. a self-indulgent drabble of you and Suga dancing in the rain, cause why not?
The rain drops on the window pane were chasing each other again today. One by one, they splatter against the glass, marking another rainy day, begging for summer break to begin.
Yet here you are.
Sigh.
“Forgot your umbrella too, huh?”
You turn and there was the love of your life.
Silver wind-swept hair and ephemeral smile.
Crinkled eyes and dimpled cheeks making your heart squeal.
Sugawara, Koushi.
“Yep— what a day to forget it,” you remark as you stick your hand out the window to test the weight of the droplets. Each little speck was dotting your palm until streams of water danced down your fingertips. Suga rests his elbows on the window sill. One hand propping his chin up, gazing outside, “Well at least I’m stuck here with you,” he stands impossibly close.
The splatter of rain drops mimics the pitter-patter of your heartbeat racing.
An electric thrum of vibration ready to spark and catch fire.
“You knoow… we could technically just run for it,” he challenges.
You arch a brow at him and glance at the downpour— the rain was one heavy drench away from being a flood zone. Your narrowed eyes meet his once more, “You wanna run in that mess?”
He shrugs nonchalantly with a playful smile lingering in the corners.
Just as you’re about to turn away to compose yourself from all the fluttering in your stomach, he suddenly grabs your hand, dragging you out the classroom and down the steps.
“Oi!”
Suga chortles and you let him pull you further until his hand is the only thing warming you while the raindrops start dancing on your skin.
“Suga!” you wail as the droplets strike cold within you.
“Come dance with me!” he takes both of your hands in his and spins you around.
You giggle as he swings your arms back and forth,
Left and right,
Up and down.
No real sense of direction.
No music besides the smattering of raindrops.
Your feet splattering against the puddles.
His honeyed irises filling you with warmth.
It’s what he does best.
He’s the one person who dances with you on the rainy gray days of life.
And you can’t help but fall for him more and more each day.
synopsis: sugawara and y/n get caught in a snowstorm, with the lights out they begin to unravel and reveal more than they ever would with the lights on.
tags: friends to lovers | fluff | forced proximity | some mutual pining
tags for tea event: a pink cup filled with wild mixed berries tea paired with rose crepe cake and a peach-filled cookie choux
for: @d1strict99 tea event, wc: 2.2k
leafy's notes: Im not funny so sorry if the funny moments are bad, leafy ran out of ideas midway. trying to do the aesthetic tumblr banner.
“Has it always been snowing this hard?”
You asked, although it was mostly rhetorical, neither of you had been paying attention. You had asked Sugawara to help you with the homework due the next day and he obliged. It wasn’t like you both weren’t aware it was meant to snow today, it was more you didn’t know it was meant to snow that much. But as you looked out the window you noticed just how hard it was to actually see. The glass had frosted over and the roads just looked…white.
“No I don’t think so.”
Sugawara answered, sighing as he stood up, hearing the soft sound of his pencil tapping against the wooden table. You stepped a bit aside as he went to stand beside you, peering through the window that seemed to be completely iced over.
“I can’t see anything, can you?”
You watched as he paused, taking a step back from the window, it wasn’t like Sugawara lived far away but you knew your mother would scold you if you made Sugawara go home when it was like this.
“No, its all snow. I guess I should leave before it gets bad, right?”
Sugawara suggested, already going to pick up his things. You shifted your feet in place, a loud sigh escaping you as you considered your options. It wasn’t like Sugawara had to go far to make it back home, but still, it felt wrong to send him out with the weather like that. And it wasn’t as if Sugawara had never stayed over at your house before. If you counted that one time years ago when the two of you were still in elementary.
“You can stay here if you want?”
You offered, trying not to make it obvious that you did actually want him to stay.
Sugawara paused, looking up as he heard your voice, you seemed a bit shy to be asking such a thing of him, it was cute.
“Yeah, sure. Was there any other problems you wanted to ask about?”
He asked, trying to think of what you both had been doing before the change in topic.
“Uh, I just think this one.”
You came back, sitting next to you as you pointed out the problem you had been wondering about listening to as Sugawara explained the problem to you.
“Were there any other ones?”
He asked, watching as you took the paper back to look a little closer. You brushed away some of the excess eraser shavings, trying to remember if there had been any others.
“No, I think that was it.”
You said, a sigh of relief escaping you as you stretched your tired arms. Even if you had just gotten up moments ago, it felt like the two of you had been working on this homework for ages.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you need?”
Sugawara asked, his voice as patient as ever.
“No, I’m sure.”
You answered, glancing up to give him a confused look, he wasn’t usually this insistent. Not that you minded, but still.
“Do you want some tea?”
You asked all of a sudden, trying to kill the dead silence that fell between the two of you. You weren’t even sure your family had any tea leaves left, but it was too late for that.
“Uh, sure?”
Sugawara stated, feeling a bit caught off guard at the suddenness of your offer.
You quickly stood up, giving only a swift nod as acknowledgement as you left your room to go to the kitchen to make tea. If Sugawara didn’t know you any better he would’ve thought he did something wrong by making you want to leave so suddenly. But it didn’t take that long until you came back with two mugs of black tea, thanking whatever god there was above that you actually had tea leaves.
“Thank you.”
He mumbled, taking the mug from your hands as he occasionally took sips. A more comfortable silence falling between the two of you. The only real sound being the soft rustle papers or the quiet click of ceramic as one of you sat your mug back down. It wasn’t any different from being in class together. The only thing that could ruin this moment was…a power outage? You already knew it was coming from the way the power came in and out, the lights flickering once then twice, before it would go out and come back on again. Until, the power didn’t come back, and the two of you just sat there, in the dark. Sugawara was the first to break the silence.
“Do your parents keep any flashlights?”
You considered the question for a moment. Flashlights? You didn’t think so, although even if they did you had no clue where you would find one.
“I dunno…”
You mumbled, voice a bit muffled as you turned your head away trying to make what you could of your dim room. It was late, and the little light coming through the window wasn’t putting in much work.
“Your phone is almost dead, right?”
He asked, already knowing the answer from how you looked at him. You turned it over, watching as the dead battery screen stared back at you, you didn't know why Sugawara even bothered to ask, he already knew.
"My phone is always dead according to you."
You stated pointedly, it wasn't like he was wrong. Your phone was almost always dead, but it didn't mean you wanted to admit that to Sugawara of all people. You sighed. laying back on the floor as you looked up at the ceiling.
"And I thought studying was boring…"
You mumbled, a loud sigh escaping you, the only thing interrupting your sorrow being Sugawara and how he laughed at you.
"You're being dramatic y'know, Y/n?"
He laughed, relaxing somewhat as he absorbed the familiar atmosphere.
"Says the guy who willingly agrees to study every night."
You argued, actually sitting up to look at him.
"Because I'm responsible, unlike you."
He joked, mostly, I mean it wasn't like studying wasn't the responsibility of students like you. And that was likely why Sugawara always seemed to do better on exams and tests, because he actually studied.
"I can be responsible…I just choose not too."
You stated, earning another laugh from Sugawara, this conversation really felt so unserious, but sometimes that was best.
"I think everyone sees that, y'know."
You paused, squinting to look at the clock for a moment before going back to looking at Sugawara staring at you.
"Is it really that dark? I thought your eyesight was better than mine."
You asked, half joking and yet half serious. You didn't look at him as you spoke, glancing at the window to gauge what time it was. Not like it would tell you much of anything, but your phone was dead and it was too dark to read the clock on your wall.
"Hey, Koushi?"
You prompted, hearing the way he paused as he hummed, an invitation to continue.
"Can you read a clock?"
You asked, wondering if he could read it considering he could see better than you.
"Like an analog?"
"What else would I be asking about?"
"I dunno, when do I ever know with you?"
He asked, mostly as a joke as he turned his head to read the clock on your wall.
"It may be dead, I always forget to change the batteries."
You noted softly, watching Sugawara huff softly, although considering you could still hear it ticking it was safe to assume it wasn't dead yet.
"I don't think it'd be running if it was dead, Y/n."
He noted, stifling laughing at you again.
"It says, 7 pm, I think."
"You think it says 7 pm? You don't know if it says 7 pm? Koushi…I thought you said you could read a clock."
You said, faking a concerned tone as you teased your friend.
He only rolled his eyes, not paying you much mind.
"Can I ask you something, Y/n?"
He asked, considering wether he genuinely wanted to ask or not.
"Sure."
You answered, trying to shake off how cold the room suddenly felt. I mean…there was no power, and it was snowing.
"Why did you ask me? You usually ask Kiyoko for stuff like this, right?"
Your breath hitched, out of all things to ask, why that? It was true you and Kiyoko were friends, it was just that Kiyoko had told you to go ask Sugawara knowing you liked him. But you couldn’t tell him that, right?
“Uh, Kiyoko was busy today.”
You could tell Sugawara didn’t fully believe you, but it wasn’t like he had any reason to not believe you either.
“Are you cold?”
He asked instead, moving the conversation forward, it wasn’t you could lie about that one. Sugawara could actively see you shivering.
“Uh, maybe?”
You stated, as if it was embarrassing to be cold. Which it wasn’t, but you were surprised that Sugawara didn’t seem the least bit cold himself.
“You aren’t cold?”
You asked, already getting to grab a blanket off your bed.
“Do you want a blanket, Koushi?”
You asked, stopping in your tracks as you noticed Sugawara taking off his jacket.
“Oh, uh, I’m fine.”
He stated, feeling a bit embarrassed at having took off his jacket for seemingly no reason now.
“no no its fine!! I can take your jacket!”
You stated, dropping your blanket back on the bed. Maybe it was a bit too obvious? And a bit perverted…but you didn’t really care. As you pulled it on you realized how it fit you a bit better than you initially thought, sure, it was a bit big but it didn’t completely engulf you either.
“It suits you.”
He smiled, trying to ignore how the sight made his ears feel hot.
“Koushi your ears are red, are you cold?”
You asked, trying to ignore how you knew that he likely was flustered seeing you in his clothes, but you also felt it was your mind being self-indulgent trying to convince yourself he liked you too. You hesitated for a moment before kneeling in front of him, covering his ears with your hands, not even taking in the fact that that the two of you were so close. Or that your actions were only making him more flustered.
“uh, Y/n, you’re a little close.”
He stated as gently as he could, watching as you flinched as you finally realized how close you both were. You backed up almost immediately upon recognizing his discomfort, before feeling the way Sugawara gently grabbed your arm.
“Here, Y/n…was Kiyoko really that busy? I mean I know she’s more responsible than the two of us but I doubt she would be too busy to help you out with some homework.”
You opened your mouth to protest the comment that Kiyoko was more responsible than you, you didn’t care about Sugawara saying that about himself, before you fully took in just who he was talking about.
“Well. no, she just recommended that I come ask you instead.”
You stated, shifting to face the floor, that felt such a lie even if it was in part true. Kiyoko had not been busy, but she had recommended Sugawara in recognizing that you had a crush on him and possibly in turn granting you a chance to confess.
“Um, Koushi what do you feel about me? Because I really like you so…”
You trailed off, feeling yourself tense up as you moved to slap a hand over your mouth. Neither of you spoke for a moment as you tried to process that you seriously had just said that.
“Huh? Y/n…you said you just liked me?”
Sugawara asked, feeling completely dazed, his usual calm composure completely gone by that point. You were just glad the room was too dark for him to properly see your face, or at least you hoped so considering you could only make out his silhouette in the dark room.
“Mhm…”
You sighed, feeling your fingers curl against your cheeks as you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for his answer. Except it never came, other than the lights coming on causing you to basically jump from your seat at the scare it gave you. But upon realizing Sugawara was staring straight at you, you took of the collar of his jacket to cover your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to risk meeting his gaze again.
“Y/n?”
He called, gently tugging his jacket to hopefully reveal some of your face.
“What…?”
You asked in response, almost sounding like you were crying as your voice cracked.
“Come on, I want to see your face when I say this.”
He asked, giving his jacket another gentle tug as he huffed a small bout of laughter. You could only imagine how cute he looked at the moment laughing like that. As you opened your eyes, he gave you the sweetest of smiles, the one where it reached up to his eyes.
“I like you too.”
He basically whispered, a voice just loud enough for you to hear. You pressed your lips together for a minute, trying to test your next moves before you shifted a bit closer. You took a deep breath before leaning in, kissing his lips, you felt how his body tensed against the sudden force before relaxing. You felt how once Sugawara relaxed he reached out to brace himself against your arm. Both of you felt out of breath after pulling away, but you couldn’t help but be grateful that the power was back on so you could see Sugawara’s face properly.
Sugawara Koushi × Reader | Haikyuu!! | Timeskip | Second Chance Romance | Reunion, Angst to Fluff
Word Count: ~3,700
Summary:
Six years after a graduation confession that was met with silence, you and Sugawara Koushi unexpectedly reunite at a volleyball gathering organized by old friends. What he believed was an unrequited first love—and what you believed was a chance forever lost—turns out to be nothing more than two frightened hearts that never stopped loving each other. Sometimes, the words that take the longest to say are the ones worth waiting for.
Warnings: Happy ending. Second chance romance, mutual pining, reunion, emotional vulnerability, crying, love confessions, first kiss, friends-to-lovers, supportive teammates, humor, comfort, and tooth-rotting fluff.
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He'd said it quietly.
That was the detail that stayed with you longest, in all the years that followed — not the words themselves, though you remembered those too, word for word, in the exact soft cadence he'd used. It was the quiet of it. Graduation day, the gymnasium behind you still faintly echoing with the noise of the ceremony, the two of you standing off to the side near the bike racks where you'd always used to talk after practice, and he'd said it like he was afraid saying it any louder might break something.
"I think I've been in love with you for a while now," he'd said, hands shoved in his pockets, refusing to quite meet your eyes even as he said it. "I didn't want to leave without telling you. Didn't seem fair. To either of us."
You remembered the way your chest had gone tight and full all at once, too many feelings arriving too fast to sort through in the handful of seconds you had before he kept talking, softer still, like he was already bracing for you not to say it back.
"You don't have to say anything," he'd said. "I just wanted you to know. Before we go our separate ways."
And then, because you were eighteen and terrified and entirely unprepared for the size of what he'd just handed you, you hadn't said anything at all. You'd just stood there, feeling the moment slip past you in real time, and by the time you'd found your voice again he'd already smiled — small, a little sad, entirely understanding in the specific way Sugawara Koushi was always, infuriatingly, understanding — and told you to have a good life, and walked away toward his family waiting by the gate.
You told yourself, for years afterward, that you'd simply been too slow. That the words had been right there, and you'd let the moment close over them before you could get them out. It became a small, private ache you carried through university, through your first real job, through the slow scattering of everyone you'd once known into separate cities and separate lives — the specific regret of a thing almost said, and never quite recovered.
You didn't see him again for six years.
The reunion had been Bokuto's idea, which surprised absolutely no one who knew him. He'd apparently spent the better part of a year lobbying every group chat he had access to — old teammates, old rivals, anyone who'd ever shared a gym floor with him during those years — until the sheer force of his enthusiasm had actually produced a real event: a full weekend at a lakeside venue, half training camp reunion and half open invitation, drawing in players and managers alike from Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Inarizaki, rosters mixed in among them now that so many of the players had gone pro.
You'd almost said no. You told yourself it was because your schedule was too full, because the drive was long, because you'd lost touch with most of that world once volleyball had stopped being the center of your daily life. The truth, which you admitted to yourself only reluctantly, somewhere around the third excuse you'd drafted and deleted, was that you weren't sure you were ready to see him.
You went anyway. Kiyoko convinced you, in the end, with a single text that read simply: You'll regret it more if you don't come. Trust me. You trusted her. You always had.
The venue was loud before you even reached the door — familiar loud, the specific chaos of dozens of people who'd once shared locker rooms and bus rides and years of shared exhaustion, now grown into adults who still, apparently, greeted each other by tackling one another in doorways. You spotted Bokuto almost immediately, hollering something at Kuroo across the room, and Yaku standing nearby with the particular long-suffering expression of a man who'd spent years managing exactly this kind of chaos and had never quite gotten used to it.
"You made it," Kiyoko said, appearing at your side with Asahi trailing a step behind her, both of them looking, you thought, exactly as gentle and steady as they always had. "I'm glad. Daichi's around here somewhere. And—" she paused, something careful entering her expression, "—Suga's here too. Just so you're not caught off guard."
Your stomach dropped, pleasantly and terribly, all at once. "Right. Of course he is."
"You don't have to talk to him if you're not ready," Kiyoko said, gentle, watching you with the same quiet perceptiveness she'd always had, the kind that used to catch every small crisis on the team before anyone else noticed it brewing. "But for what it's worth — I don't think either of you ever really got over it. Whatever happened at graduation."
"How do you know something happened at graduation?"
"Because I watched you both for three years before that," Kiyoko said, simply, a small, knowing smile touching her mouth. "I have eyes, you know."
You saw him for the first time near the drinks table, laughing at something Daichi had said, and the sight of him hit you with more force than you'd braced for despite the entire drive over spent trying to prepare yourself for exactly this moment.
He looked older, obviously — the boyish softness of eighteen replaced by something steadier, more settled, though the easy warmth of his expression hadn't changed at all, nor had the particular way he tilted his head when something genuinely amused him. He was still, unmistakably, the same person who'd you once made laugh so hard during a losing match that you'd nearly gotten thrown out of the gym for disrupting the other team's serve.
He saw you a moment later, and everything about him went suddenly, completely still.
"Hey," Daichi said, glancing between the two of you with the dawning realization of a man who'd just walked into something he probably should have anticipated, "I'm going to go find Asahi," and made a hasty, diplomatic exit that neither of you noticed, both too caught in the sudden, charged silence of finally standing in the same room again after six years apart.
"Hi," Suga said finally, his voice doing the thing it had always done when he was nervous — going soft and slightly higher, carefully controlled. "It's — you look really good."
"So do you." Your own voice came out unsteady, and you hated it, hated how quickly six years of careful distance had collapsed the moment you'd actually seen his face. "I didn't know if you'd be here."
"Bokuto's very persuasive." A small, familiar smile, the same one from graduation day, though there was something more careful behind it now. "I almost didn't come."
"Me too."
"Yeah?" Something flickered across his face — hope, maybe, or something more cautious than hope, the particular guarded look of a man who'd learned, the hard way, not to expect too much. "Why's that?"
You should have had an answer ready. You'd had six years to prepare one, and standing there in front of him now, every carefully rehearsed explanation dissolved into nothing, leaving only the plain, unguarded truth.
"Because I didn't know if I could face you," you said, quiet. "After graduation. After everything I didn't say."
Something shifted in his expression, careful and searching. "You don't have to explain anything. It was a long time ago. We were kids."
"I want to explain it, though." You took a breath, steadying yourself, aware, distantly, that a few of your old teammates had started to notice the two of you standing apart from the rest of the party, Kiyoko's careful, encouraging gaze catching yours from across the room. "I've thought about that day for six years, Koushi. About everything I should have said and didn't."
He led you, wordlessly, out toward the lake — away from the noise of the reunion, down a quiet path lined with early evening light, the sound of the party fading gently behind you until it was just the two of you and the soft lapping of water against the shore.
He sat first, and you settled beside him, close but not quite touching, the old careful distance from graduation day reasserting itself despite six years of separation. For a while neither of you said anything at all. He picked at a loose thread on his sleeve. You watched a duck paddle past, absurdly grateful for something to look at that wasn't his face.
"I thought I'd gotten over it," he said finally, still not looking at you, voice quieter than it had been at the drinks table. "Genuinely. I told myself, for a long time, that it was just a teenage thing. First love. The kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of."
"Did you? Grow out of it?"
"No." He said it simply, without hesitation, looking out at the water rather than at you, his hands twisting together in his lap. "I dated other people. Tried to, anyway. There was someone, second year of university — nice girl, she liked me a lot, I think I convinced myself I did too for about eight months. Didn't work. None of it worked, because I kept comparing everyone to—" he stopped, shook his head slightly, dragged a hand down his face. "Sorry. It doesn't matter. The point is that I thought I'd buried it well enough that I could see you again today and just be fine. Friendly. Normal."
"And?"
"And then I saw you across the room and every single thing I'd told myself for six years fell apart in about four seconds." He let out a short, unsteady laugh, dragging a hand through his hair, and you felt your own chest tighten at the raw honesty of it, so different from the careful, quiet confession he'd offered at graduation. "I'm sorry. This isn't — I didn't mean to just say all that immediately. I don't want to make this weird for you."
"You're not making it weird." Your voice came out thick, and you realized, distantly, that your eyes had started to sting. You pressed the back of your hand against your mouth for a second, willing yourself to get through this without falling apart before you'd even said it. "Koushi, I need to tell you something, and I need you to actually let me finish this time, because I didn't manage it six years ago and I've regretted it every single day since."
He turned to look at you fully then, something careful and hopeful and afraid all at once in his expression, and waited, hands going still in his lap like he didn't trust himself to move.
"You told me you loved me at graduation," you said, voice unsteady now, the words coming slower than you'd rehearsed them in your head over six years, catching and starting again more than once, "and I froze. Not because — I didn't — god, this is harder to say than I thought it would be." You stopped, took a breath, tried again. "I felt the same way. I'd felt it for months before that. And I was so scared of how big it was that I couldn't get a single word out before you'd already smiled and walked away. I told myself for years that I'd just been too slow. That the moment had closed before I could catch it. But the truth is—" your voice cracked, and you had to stop again, blinking hard, "—the truth is I loved you. I loved you so much it terrified me, and I let that fear cost me the only chance I had to tell you."
The words hung between you, raw and unpracticed despite six years of imagining exactly this conversation, and you watched his face crumble, slowly, into something you'd never seen on him before — not the easy, steady warmth he usually wore, but something cracked open and disbelieving and hopeful all at once. His jaw worked like he was trying to find something to say and couldn't, and for a moment he just looked at you, eyes shining, one hand coming up to cover his mouth.
"You loved me," he said, finally, quiet, muffled slightly behind his own hand, like he needed to hear it stated plainly to actually believe it. "This whole time."
"This whole time," you confirmed, and felt the first tear slip free before you could stop it, then another, and you didn't bother wiping them away. "I never stopped, Koushi. I just didn't know how to say it, and then you were gone, and then it felt too late, and I told myself it was better to just let it be a memory instead of chasing something that probably wasn't there anymore."
"It was there," he said, voice breaking now too, reaching for your hand slowly, like he was giving you every chance to pull away, and when you didn't, his fingers closed around yours with a kind of careful, trembling urgency that made your own breath catch. "God, it was there the whole time. Six years, and it was just — sitting there, waiting, and I didn't even know. I didn't want to hope. It hurt too much to hope, so I convinced myself I'd moved on, and then you walked into that room tonight and I—"
He couldn't finish the sentence. His breath hitched, once, audibly, and he pressed his free hand briefly against his eyes before dropping it, giving up on composure entirely. You didn't need him to finish it. You were both crying now, openly, the six years of careful distance finally collapsing all at once into something too large and too real to hold back any longer.
Neither of you moved for a moment, just sat there with your hands joined between you, tears falling freely, the absurdity and relief of it all pulling something close to a laugh out of both of you at once. Then he reached for you properly, slow, almost hesitant, like he needed you to close the last of the distance yourself, and when you did, when you finally leaned into him, he wrapped both arms around you and held on like he'd been waiting six years for exactly the chance to do it.
You stayed like that a long while, his chin resting against the top of your head, one of his hands moving in slow, unsteady circles against your back, neither of you in any hurry to pull away. You could feel him still shaking slightly, small aftershocks of the crying neither of you had fully finished, and you held on tighter, letting the quiet stretch, letting the lake and the fading light and the distant hum of the party give you both the time you hadn't let yourselves have six years ago.
"I love you," he said eventually, into your hair, muffled and unsteady, the same words from graduation but nothing quiet about them this time, said with the full, unguarded weight of six years of missing you behind them. "I loved you then. I love you now. I don't think I ever actually stopped, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise."
"I love you too," you said, finally, the words you'd owed him for six years finally arriving, unhurried and certain and entirely too late by any reasonable measure, except that neither of you cared, not anymore, not with the whole weight of it finally spoken between you. "I should have said it back then. I'm so sorry I didn't."
"You're saying it now." He pulled back, just enough to look at you properly, his own eyes red-rimmed and still wet, and cupped your face gently in both hands, brushing the tears from your cheeks with a thumb that wasn't quite steady. "That's what matters. You're saying it now, and I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere this time."
He kissed you then, slow and careful and disbelieving, like he still couldn't quite trust that this was real, and you kissed him back with six years of unspoken feeling finally given somewhere to go, both of you still crying, both of you laughing a little too, through the tears, at the sheer overwhelming relief of finally, finally saying the thing that should have been said years ago.
When you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, his thumbs still gently tracing your cheekbones, you became aware, gradually, of a sound behind you — a low, muffled commotion coming from the direction of the path, and turned to find, with mounting horror, an entire small crowd of your old teammates standing not nearly far enough away, watching with expressions ranging from delighted to openly emotional.
"They're KISSING," Bokuto announced, at a volume entirely unsuited to the moment, only to be immediately shushed by no fewer than four people at once.
"I told you," Kiyoko said, quiet and pleased, arm looped through Asahi's, both of them looking on with the same soft, knowing warmth they'd carried the whole evening. "Six years. I told you both, eventually."
"You were CRYING," Kuroo added, unhelpfully, wiping at his own suspiciously damp eyes. "Both of you. This is the most romantic thing I've ever witnessed and I've been to actual weddings."
"I'm not crying," Yaku said, from somewhere near the back, very obviously crying, dabbing at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket while Lev, beside him, looked on with unrestrained delight.
"Everyone needs to leave," Suga said, mortified, though he made no actual move to release you from his arms, pulling you instead more securely against his side like he had no intention of letting a small audience interrupt what six years of waiting had finally earned. "This was a private moment."
"It was NOT private, you did it on the path where literally anyone could walk by," Tanaka pointed out, entirely reasonable and entirely unhelpful.
"Daichi, control your team," Suga called out, though there was no real heat behind it, laughter threading through the words despite his best efforts at composure.
"I have no jurisdiction over you anymore, Suga, you graduated," Daichi called back, grinning, clearly enjoying himself far too much to intervene on anyone's behalf.
You buried your face against Suga's shoulder, half laughing and half still crying, entirely overwhelmed by the sheer accumulated weight of the evening — six years of aching regret resolved, finally, in front of an audience of people who had, apparently, been rooting for exactly this the entire time.
"They've been waiting for this," you said, muffled, into his shoulder.
"Apparently everyone's been waiting for this except us," he said, pressing a slow kiss to the top of your head, warm and unhurried despite the small crowd still watching with unrestrained delight. "Kiyoko told me, once, years ago, that she thought you felt the same way. I didn't believe her. Told her I'd made my peace with just being wrong about it."
"You weren't wrong."
"No," he agreed, quiet, certain, tilting your chin up gently so he could look at you properly again, "I wasn't. Not about that. Not about you. Never about you."
He kissed you again, slower this time, unbothered now by the audience still gathered along the path, and somewhere behind you, you heard Bokuto's voice rise in another triumphant announcement, promptly drowned out by what sounded like Kuroo attempting, badly, to organize a round of applause.
"For the record," Suga murmured, against your temple, once the kiss had ended and you'd both finally turned to face the small, delighted crowd waiting to properly descend on you, "I'm never letting six years happen again. Whatever this is — however slow we need to go, however much time you need — I'm not disappearing on you a second time."
"You didn't disappear the first time," you said, gentle. "I let you walk away without a word. That was on me."
"Then we're even," he said, simple, lacing his fingers through yours as Kiyoko finally reached you both, pulling you into a fierce, tearful hug that smelled faintly of the same perfume she'd worn back in high school. "Both idiots. Both finally figured it out."
"Both finally figured it out," you agreed, and let yourself be pulled, laughing and crying in equal measure, back into the noisy, overjoyed crowd of old friends who had, apparently, never once stopped believing this exact moment would eventually arrive.
The moment I got this, all of Faust's info was deleted from my memory bank -_- XD
Jacquelyn "Jacq" Faust is a Deadpool-esque Cryomancer who runs a toy shop called Wish Liszt and hates *most* adults, especially adult villains, though kids at heart are an exception. She's the embodiment of winter and can control anything to do with wintry weather.
Long story short, Father tricked her into a relationship using his non-silhouetted form while also fighting her in his silhouetted form. Once found out, the two have a rocky, on-again, off-again relationship with the condition that Father cannot attack the KND without letting Faust know and Faust not being allowed to "fight around" with other villains due to her flirtatious nature with rage baiting.
Here's some more pointed links that explains her character a bit more.
Background - Voice Claim - Name Origin - First encounter
Appearance: Silhouette form / Human form / Possible FusionFall appearance 1 - 2 (Artist is my roommate, not me)
Meeting the KND/kids - DCFDTL/"Ben" - Episode ideas - On Father's Radar - Finding out
Reuniting 1 - 2
Cute crap with "Ben" - 2
When Jacq Met Moosk - Villain Supermarket - FNAF reference - Grandfather - Rainbow Monkey
If you wanna know anything specific, just lemme know 83
The new Grim a card is so cute... I don't often put Grimbo on my account but this did get some giggles out of me. It's you Grim... Why are your hackles raised..? It's you...
PLEASE REBLOG SPREAD THE WORD IT'S IMPORTANT (TW: Dead Dove Do Not Eat)
I'm sorry, but I need to get this out. I didn't think I'd be actually talking about this, but here I am.
It just absolutely disgusts me how despicable some people online are. I was looking through more of Zega's callout post against Rayray (please go support Zega) and the stuff that dumbass bitch (so sorry for my language, I just hate Rayray with a BURNING passion) did to Zega literally makes me sick to my stomach.
I will admit that I, unfortunately, do not exactly have the best history with Zega... We used to chat on Instagram earlier this year, and I ended up getting pretty parasocial towards them and they rightfully blocked me on there. Zega, if you see this, I am genuinely so sorry for that. And I am also even more sorry for all that you've had to go through because of Rayray.
Just to clarify, I have no intention of attacking Rayray. I have blocked them across all platforms I have an account on with no intention of unblocking.
I cannot even begin to describe in words what I feel towards Rayray... Because if I did... This would be the last post I would ever make online... Ever...
Like, what the fuck does one think when they decide to abuse someone in any way online??? Do you actually have nothing better to do than to fucking traumatize someone??? Go get a life already and stop making others' lives miserable. I have never been actually preyed upon myself, and I just wanna hug every single person who has gone through this. It makes me want to CRY knowing that people like Rayray exist and are torturing people like Zega and their friends.
Here's the callout post for anyone who wants to read it and please for the love of EVERYTHING reblog it so it gains more attention (this is where "Dead Dove Do Not Eat" comes in):
💬 8 🔁 100 ❤️ 166 · PLEASE READ THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!!! · Hello everyone. I have been recently getting groomed, s*xually abused, cybers
If any of you out there feel like I've been predatory towards you in any way, please reach out to me and let me know. I want to be the best I can be for anyone and everyone I interact with.
Zega, like I said, if you see this, please know that I'm on your side and will do anything in my power to help you through this.
Please stay safe everyone. And don't be an asshole or a predator. If I find out that any of you are, I will genuinely block you and never unblock.
