it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, your sisters ex boyfriend will always be one one you go back to
status: ongoing
pairing: kyĆtani "mad dog" kentarĆ x f!reader
tags/warnings: smau, some written parts, cheating (reader and kyotani are both in relationships), betrayal, shitty friends, no one in this series is a good person, fwb, this is pure angst, no happy endings here, drugs and alcohol, self harm, mental illness, break ups, smut, toxic relationships, past trauma, language, violence, threats, blood/gore, addiction, assault, likely grammatical errors, 18+ minors dni, this will probably be very triggering so if you're sensitive to these kind of things I would discourage reading, specific warnings will be added for each chapter
it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, your sisters ex boyfriend will always be one one you go back to
status: ongoing
pairing: kyĆtani "mad dog" kentarĆ x f!reader
tags/warnings: smau, some written parts, cheating (reader and kyotani are both in relationships), betrayal, shitty friends, no one in this series is a good person, fwb, this is pure angst, no happy endings here, drugs and alcohol, self harm, mental illness, break ups, smut, toxic relationships, past trauma, language, violence, threats, blood/gore, addiction, assault, likely grammatical errors, 18+ minors dni, this will probably be very triggering so if you're sensitive to these kind of things I would discourage reading, specific warnings will be added for each chapter
the seven of hearts: romance, passion, desire for connection, but a warning as to what will happen if you don't keep your word
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heâs not there, not really. his mind anywhere else as mai drones on.
he should probably be paying attention to his girlfriend, but honestly, itâs not like he cares.
ââŠand i tried to tell hana that that shade of fuchsia was so last year, but she fucking wore it to my dinner anyways. it was so fucking humiliating.âÂ
he can hear the whine in her voice, the one that makes him wanna slam his head through the plaster wall of his shitty apartment. âyeah, yeah. what a bitch.â
she starts up again, and he just sighs.
if heâd had his way, she wouldnât even be here right now. she wouldâve texted, asking if he was busy, and he wouldâve been. but sheâd just shown up at his goddamn door, his car out front meaning he couldnât pretend to be out.
his palm, rough from life and blistered from hours in the gym, runs down his chest. thereâs a dull pain from the hickeys and scratches his girl had left there last night. no, not his girlfriend, his girl.Â
maybe he should try to be more conspicuous, what with the whole âbeing in a relationshipâ thing, but sheâs not gonna see it. itâs not like they donât have sex, unfortunately, but mai doesnât get to see him. face down, ass up, shrill whines muffled in the pillow. the lights stay off, his mind stays elsewhere. he always pulls out, finishes on her ass, then leaves, scrubbing her off of him in the shower and kicking her out with some half assed excuse.
a soft ding sounds in his pocket, the specific one heâs chosen for her.
he pulls it out, lips lifting in the smallest ghost of a smirk, the closest he really ever gets to a smile. mai says something about him not paying attention, her voice doing that thing where every sentence ends sounding like a question.
waving her off, he slides up on his screen, leaning back against the wall while he slips his shoes on, grabbing the worn, leather jacket left on the back of the couch. his voice is gruff, not even caring enough to play sweet, âgotta go. big delivery.â
she hasnât even answered before heâs slipped out, door clicking behind him. itâs almost silent as it clicks against the frame, not out of politeness, but rather habit.
itâs warm out, a soft breeze blowing past him, the kind that whips in his eyes and makes him squint, his permanent glare becoming even more pronounced.
thereâs a hand in his pocket, fidgeting with the bone handle of his pocket knife, the other typing back a response.
he passes by the dreary, grey buildings, and itâs almost fitting, not dark, in the broken down ways of the worst neighborhoods, but not bright either, like those pictures he always sees on the internet of japan. itâs just boring , nothing, empty.
but he canât focus on that, because, oh god, oh, sheâs pissed. and in the best fucking way.
extras!
kyĆtani and alisa dated for three years
he honestly was just never super into the relationship, so when their careers and lives got busy, he ended things and didn't really feel anything about it
he's best friends with yahaba because he's the only one who actually calls him on his shit and doesn't get offended when kyo is being an ass
lives in an old apartment with yahaba, tsukishima, and iwaizumi
he's currently working at a skate store downtown for minimum wage
he and y/n started hooking up within a week of him breaking up with alisa, and days after she and yahaba ended things
they're idiots, but have enough sense to realize that telling people would not have ended well
kept trying to end things, but something about the toxicity of the cycle kept them coming back
within a few months, they were both in relationships to try and just move on
kyo started seeing mai because she showed interest and seemed like someone one would be expected to date
it took all of three days for him to be sick of her shit, but at this point a breakup while y/n is still in her relationship feels like he's losing some kind of competition
he refuses to do any of the sappy boyfriend shit for mai (he isn't the the other do that stuff anyways, but certainly not for her) so she posts and says things to make it seem like he does
bonus round!
correctly guess who y/n's boyfriend is for your username to be used in an smau as an npc's username
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heâs not there, not really. his mind anywhere else as mai drones on.
he should probably be paying attention to his girlfriend, but honestly, itâs not like he cares.
ââŠand i tried to tell hana that that shade of fuchsia was so last year, but she fucking wore it to my dinner anyways. it was so fucking humiliating.âÂ
he can hear the whine in her voice, the one that makes him wanna slam his head through the plaster wall of his shitty apartment. âyeah, yeah. what a bitch.â
she starts up again, and he just sighs.
if heâd had his way, she wouldnât even be here right now. she wouldâve texted, asking if he was busy, and he wouldâve been. but sheâd just shown up at his goddamn door, his car out front meaning he couldnât pretend to be out.
his palm, rough from life and blistered from hours in the gym, runs down his chest. thereâs a dull pain from the hickeys and scratches his girl had left there last night. no, not his girlfriend, his girl.Â
maybe he should try to be more conspicuous, what with the whole âbeing in a relationshipâ thing, but sheâs not gonna see it. itâs not like they donât have sex, unfortunately, but mai doesnât get to see him. face down, ass up, shrill whines muffled in the pillow. the lights stay off, his mind stays elsewhere. he always pulls out, finishes on her ass, then leaves, scrubbing her off of him in the shower and kicking her out with some half assed excuse.
a soft ding sounds in his pocket, the specific one heâs chosen for her.
he pulls it out, lips lifting in the smallest ghost of a smirk, the closest he really ever gets to a smile. mai says something about him not paying attention, her voice doing that thing where every sentence ends sounding like a question.
waving her off, he slides up on his screen, leaning back against the wall while he slips his shoes on, grabbing the worn, leather jacket left on the back of the couch. his voice is gruff, not even caring enough to play sweet, âgotta go. big delivery.â
she hasnât even answered before heâs slipped out, door clicking behind him. itâs almost silent as it clicks against the frame, not out of politeness, but rather habit.
itâs warm out, a soft breeze blowing past him, the kind that whips in his eyes and makes him squint, his permanent glare becoming even more pronounced.
thereâs a hand in his pocket, fidgeting with the bone handle of his pocket knife, the other typing back a response.
he passes by the dreary, grey buildings, and itâs almost fitting, not dark, in the broken down ways of the worst neighborhoods, but not bright either, like those pictures he always sees on the internet of japan. itâs just boring , nothing, empty.
but he canât focus on that, because, oh god, oh, sheâs pissed. and in the best fucking way.
extras!
kyĆtani and alisa dated for three years
he honestly was just never super into the relationship, so when their careers and lives got busy, he ended things and didn't really feel anything about it
he's best friends with yahaba because he's the only one who actually calls him on his shit and doesn't get offended when kyo is being an ass
lives in an old apartment with yahaba, tsukishima, and iwaizumi
he's currently working at a skate store downtown for minimum wage
he and y/n started hooking up within a week of him breaking up with alisa, and days after she and yahaba ended things
they're idiots, but have enough sense to realize that telling people would not have ended well
kept trying to end things, but something about the toxicity of the cycle kept them coming back
within a few months, they were both in relationships to try and just move on
kyo started seeing mai because she showed interest and seemed like someone one would be expected to date
it took all of three days for him to be sick of her shit, but at this point a breakup while y/n is still in her relationship feels like he's losing some kind of competition
he refuses to do any of the sappy boyfriend shit for mai (he isn't the the other do that stuff anyways, but certainly not for her) so she posts and says things to make it seem like he does
bonus round!
correctly guess who y/n's boyfriend is for your username to be used in an smau as an npc's username
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the music is too loud, the drinks too strong, but she canât find it in herself to complain. maybe if sheâs overwhelmed enough she wonât be able to focus on everything that she's doing wrong.
the plastic cup in her hand, filled by some concoction of everclear, vodka, and lemon, is warm, maybe from the humid heat of a room with two many bodies, maybe from the white knuckled grip of her sweaty hand. it's a mystery as to who allowed lev to make drinks.
her head bobs slightly to the music, eyes focused on nothing, really, just some empty space in front of her.
sheâs not sure how she knows to turn her head, she just does, her eyes refocusing as they land on the group coming in through the door. it doesnât matter who the rest of the men are, probably just his roommates, because all she can see is him making his way through the crowd.
itâs only a moment before he locates her, pushing through the too many people in her apartment, eyes never leaving hers.
kyĆtani reaches her, voice low in her ear as he looks down at her. âhow much have you had to drink?â
her shoulders shrug, arm lifting to show him her cup as if thatâs an answer, âhowever many lev gave me.â
the drink is gone from her hand immediately, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he sniffs whateverâs inside of it. âbetter level the playing field then, huh?â
tilting his head back, he downs it, and sheâs transfixed by the way his pale throat bobs with each sip. too caught up in the movements of it to notice when heâs done, his eyes catching the light with something dangerous as he watches the way her blow pupils follow the drop of alcohol as it trickles from his lips, down his chin, and to his jugular.
âthought you were supposed to be mad at me?â
she remembers to glare then, peering up at him, pout pressing into a firm line, âi am.â
he snorts, fingers tracing along the sliver of skin exposed by her top, âand iâm gonna fuck it out of you. thatâs what i told you, isnât it?â
sheâs begging pulled then, somehow gently and roughly, perhaps firm is the word, through the living room, through more people that she doesnât know than those she does, and sheâs not sure how thatâs the case at her own party.
head still spinning slightly, theyâre in the bathroom. the door is shut, kyotani advancing towards her, pressing her against the wall, cornering her. if he were any other man, sheâd tell him to go to hell, shove him away, lips curled, maybe deliver a knee to the balls.
but he's not another man. heâs her kyo. so she melts into him, even as she scowls. her fingers finding their place at the back of his neck, playing with the light hairs at his nape, even as she snarls, âdo it then, pussy.â
extras!
y/n and yahaba dated for two years
unlike kyĆtani and alisa, they really did love each other
but every time things got vulnerable and started to feel real, she would self sabotage, doing things to hurt him, things to hurt herself
he was so patient with her, but it got to the point he realized that staying wasn't going to let either of them grow
more into his feelings when we get to his intro, but just know, while she doesn't love yahaba like she used to, y/n still cares for him very much
she lives with lev, alisa, and akaashi, and bokuto is an honorary roommate
she and akaashi have hooked up a few times. pretty much anytime one of them was single or on breaks from their relationships
they genuinely have no romantic feelings for each other, but their respective partners still have feelings about it
no one guessed it, but the boyfriend is... đ„đ„đ„
DAICHI
he would come into the konbini before shifts and things developed pretty naturally from there
she likes him in the kind of way where she knows she should like him, he's kind, dependable, patient, but she just cant
so she plays along, but every time he gets worried about her, or wants reassurance, she just feels almost annoyed because he's the one doing it, not kyo
she's the middle sibling, always overlooked. maybe that's why she clings onto these relationships, why she keeps going back to him
because he sees her, wants her, chooses her. over alisa, the one she was always passed over at home for, over his friends, who almost feel sorry for her, over his actual girlfriend, who she can't help but feel jealous of, because while she's the one he chooses, mai is the people see
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the music is too loud, the drinks too strong, but she canât find it in herself to complain. maybe if sheâs overwhelmed enough she wonât be able to focus on everything that she's doing wrong.
the plastic cup in her hand, filled by some concoction of everclear, vodka, and lemon, is warm, maybe from the humid heat of a room with two many bodies, maybe from the white knuckled grip of her sweaty hand. it's a mystery as to who allowed lev to make drinks.
her head bobs slightly to the music, eyes focused on nothing, really, just some empty space in front of her.
sheâs not sure how she knows to turn her head, she just does, her eyes refocusing as they land on the group coming in through the door. it doesnât matter who the rest of the men are, probably just his roommates, because all she can see is him making his way through the crowd.
itâs only a moment before he locates her, pushing through the too many people in her apartment, eyes never leaving hers.
kyĆtani reaches her, voice low in her ear as he looks down at her. âhow much have you had to drink?â
her shoulders shrug, arm lifting to show him her cup as if thatâs an answer, âhowever many lev gave me.â
the drink is gone from her hand immediately, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he sniffs whateverâs inside of it. âbetter level the playing field then, huh?â
tilting his head back, he downs it, and sheâs transfixed by the way his pale throat bobs with each sip. too caught up in the movements of it to notice when heâs done, his eyes catching the light with something dangerous as he watches the way her blow pupils follow the drop of alcohol as it trickles from his lips, down his chin, and to his jugular.
âthought you were supposed to be mad at me?â
she remembers to glare then, peering up at him, pout pressing into a firm line, âi am.â
he snorts, fingers tracing along the sliver of skin exposed by her top, âand iâm gonna fuck it out of you. thatâs what i told you, isnât it?â
sheâs begging pulled then, somehow gently and roughly, perhaps firm is the word, through the living room, through more people that she doesnât know than those she does, and sheâs not sure how thatâs the case at her own party.
head still spinning slightly, theyâre in the bathroom. the door is shut, kyotani advancing towards her, pressing her against the wall, cornering her. if he were any other man, sheâd tell him to go to hell, shove him away, lips curled, maybe deliver a knee to the balls.
but he's not another man. heâs her kyo. so she melts into him, even as she scowls. her fingers finding their place at the back of his neck, playing with the light hairs at his nape, even as she snarls, âdo it then, pussy.â
extras!
y/n and yahaba dated for two years
unlike kyĆtani and alisa, they really did love each other
but every time things got vulnerable and started to feel real, she would self sabotage, doing things to hurt him, things to hurt herself
he was so patient with her, but it got to the point he realized that staying wasn't going to let either of them grow
more into his feelings when we get to his intro, but just know, while she doesn't love yahaba like she used to, y/n still cares for him very much
she lives with lev, alisa, and akaashi, and bokuto is an honorary roommate
she and akaashi have hooked up a few times. pretty much anytime one of them was single or on breaks from their relationships
they genuinely have no romantic feelings for each other, but their respective partners still have feelings about it
no one guessed it, but the boyfriend is... đ„đ„đ„
DAICHI
he would come into the konbini before shifts and things developed pretty naturally from there
she likes him in the kind of way where she knows she should like him, he's kind, dependable, patient, but she just cant
so she plays along, but every time he gets worried about her, or wants reassurance, she just feels almost annoyed because he's the one doing it, not kyo
she's the middle sibling, always overlooked. maybe that's why she clings onto these relationships, why she keeps going back to him
because he sees her, wants her, chooses her. over alisa, the one she was always passed over at home for, over his friends, who almost feel sorry for her, over his actual girlfriend, who she can't help but feel jealous of, because while she's the one he chooses, mai is the people see
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it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, your sisters ex boyfriend will always be one one you go back to
status: ongoing
pairing: kyĆtani "mad dog" kentarĆ x f!reader
tags/warnings: smau, some written parts, cheating (reader and kyotani are both in relationships), betrayal, shitty friends, no one in this series is a good person, fwb, this is pure angst, no happy endings here, drugs and alcohol, self harm, mental illness, break ups, smut, toxic relationships, past trauma, language, violence, threats, blood/gore, addiction, assault, likely grammatical errors, 18+ minors dni, this will probably be very triggering so if you're sensitive to these kind of things I would discourage reading, specific warnings will be added for each chapter
SYN: will you two ever be more than just study buddies?
INC: language, suggestive, crude, college, some angst
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authorâs note started these out as satoru exes to lovers but gave up halfway I wasnât feeling it at all. finally got this out so sorry anon I didnât think it would take this long đđđđ
includes nod to sorry, wrong number! by @kawoala <3 god bless the hqcu
yes Iâm aware âheâs my friendâ isnât supposed to be there I forgot to delete it and Iâm too lazy to fix it. anyway
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y/n used to joke that when iwa yelled at her that she creamed her panties to the point where people started thinking they had a thing and oikawa almost broke up with iwa
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summary. when your ex starts dating your least favourite person on campus, your ex-best friend from high school, you canât help but feel a little betrayed. you quickly realise a way to get back at him: his best friend.
y/n used to joke that when iwa yelled at her that she creamed her panties to the point where people started thinking they had a thing and oikawa almost broke up with iwa
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summary. when your ex starts dating your least favourite person on campus, your ex-best friend from high school, you canât help but feel a little betrayed. you quickly realise a way to get back at him: his best friend.
Pull you closer just to feel you breathing, try to memorize the lines // Of your skin and your heart beating, two fragile lives collide // Wanna see you in the darkness when I close my eyes
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â° đđ°: brief mention of non-sexual nudity (bathing together)
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Kuroo learned to love the rain. It reminded him of the day he met her.Â
Now, on this night a few months later, it is pouring again. The weather bureau urged everyone to stay home if they could to avoid getting caught in the monsoon, therefore the antique shop didnât open its heavy wooden doors and Kurooâs job at the delivery service called everything off for today as well. It was a blessing in disguise because it meant a rare day off for both of them around the same time. Itâs not as if theyâre not spending every free minute they got together, but there was something special about having a day off all responsibilities.Â
They didnât get up until noon, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain and Jijiâs soft purrs at their feet (after he woke Kuroo at 5AM for a can of wet foodâan unfortunate habit he established with the cat), sharing kisses and secrets in her canopy bed. It was rare for them to sleep alone these days, most of the time they did so only when one of them got sick, and even then theyâd often prioritize comfort and shared warmth over not catching the otherâs bug. Theyâve become inseparable over time and lately Kuroo found himself struggling to remember what his life was like before her. He takes it as a good sign.Â
While Kurooâs apartment was somewhat neat and tidy, paired with the struggle to fill up all the empty space and the high ceilings, hers seemed like an extension of the antique store below them. Itâs lived in, an almost sacred space to be invited into. Thereâs bookshelves up to the ceiling, stacked with heavy and old art books and poetry in languages he doesnât know, dried flowers in vases and hanging from the walls, a story attached to each. The wooden floor has uneven colors from ornamental carpets that barely get moved around, the sun and time working together to create unique patterns. Withered lines adorn the door frame from a time when her grandmother inhabited this space and carved a mark every time her granddaughter grew an inch or two.
Itâs as if heâs discovering a new secret in every corner, like turning a page in his favorite book.Â
Jiji rubs against Kurooâs legs when theyâre in the kitchen together, meowing up at him till he puts him on his shoulders while he stirs the pot on the stove. The cat seems to enjoy the view from so high above and Kuroo gets to bask in her soft laughter every time she sees them like this.Â
âThis cat is manipulating you to no end and you let him,â she huffs with a smile and looks back down at the broken fragments of a plate in front of her on the old kitchen table. Some parts of them are already glued back together, the former cracks now filled and held together by gold. Kuroo never gets tired of watching her work, of fixing things others wouldâve thrown out by now. Not her though. Never her. Her hands hold all the patience of the world, tending to the shards as she pours love back into them.
Sometimes Kuroo catches himself thinking that maybeâmaybe thatâs exactly what she did to him, too.Â
The faint rumble of a thunder in the distance causes both of them to look out of the kitchen window. It is only early evening but the sky is pitch black, the storm and rain picking up and rattling against the old windows. Spooked out by the sounds of it, Jiji leaps down from Kurooâs shoulders and retreats to the safety of his cave underneath the bed, eager to sit this one out. She seems calm though, which rubs off on Kuroo as well. He places a steaming bowl on an empty spot on the table close to her before pulling out a chair for himself, watching how she puts her work aside to pick up the spoon. She pauses as a thought crosses her mind, a small frown on her face.
âDid we remember to bring the laundry inside this time?â, she asks, already halfway up to check. Kuroo reaches for her wrist and gently pulls her back, urging her to sit. He smiles gently, his thumb brushing over her soft skin.Â
âAlready did that earlier when you were absorbed in puzzling the pieces together,â he reassures her. The heavy laundry basket sits on the stairs connecting their apartments. Kuroo vividly remembers the last time it was pouring and they both ran outside to grab the clothes from the line in the backyard, already too late and getting soaked just as much in return. They sat an hour in his clawfoot bathtub together afterwards, trying to warm up again so they wouldnât catch a cold. Her laughter was still ringing in his ears when she leaned back against his chest, nestled between his legs with her eyes closed as the hot water engulfed them, his hand splayed across her stomach. He remembers thinking that this might be the closest he ever got to heaven.
The storm outside picks up by the time theyâre finished with dinner and the dirty dishes are left to soak in the sink for later. They find themselves huddled together in bed again. All the attempts of coaxing Jiji out from underneath it failed, but he seemed content with knowing they were closeby. Heâd get his fair share of cuddles and treats once this passes.Â
âYou still have gold dust on you,â Kuroo points out and brings one of her hands to his lips, kissing the shimmery fingertips gently.Â
âNo way,â she protests with a small laugh, her expression softening underneath his caress. She rolls over to her side, head resting against his chest. His heartbeat picks up slightly. âI washed my hands a dozen times.â
âThen I guess youâre just that golden,â he retorts, his arm wrapping around her form and pulling her closer, wanting to feel more of her. He could never get enough of having her like this, her body heat seeping into him, their legs tangled together underneath the covers.Â
Another crashing thunder drowns out her reply, and then with one last flicker all light in the apartment dies down. The power went out. This was to be expected. Both of them are quiet for a few seconds before Kuroo presses a kiss to her crown, mumbling âwant me to check that for you?â against her hair. Always in fix-it mode, like muscle memory to him.
She shakes her head and only inches closer to him, her hand slipping under the hem of his shirt to feel his warm skin. Kuroo lets out a quiet hum in return.
âNo use in plugging the power back just now,â she mumbles and for a brief second the bedroom is illuminated from the lightning outside. âWeâll let the storm pass first. Plus, I donât want to let you get up and go right now. Stay with me.â
Her last words seem to be laced with something else; a silent question and pleading. The unspoken desire to let the world spin without them for a while, enjoying these dead hours of the day when it can be just the two of them in perfect unison.
Kuroo tips her chin up with one finger. In the dark he can barely make out the silhouette of her but it doesnât matter, he has memorized every inch of her with his fingertips alone a long time ago. He catches her lips with his, a gentle kiss exchanged between them, lasting for a few heartbeats.
âYou donât even have to askâ, he mutters against her lips, smiling when she steals another kiss from him. He lets her. She can have them all, all of him, his heart served on a silver platter if she wished for it. It baffles him sometimes, thinking how much of his life has gone by without getting to kiss her, until the sun, the moon and all of the stars set the waves in motion that lead to him finally meeting her.Â
When he told her back then that it all felt like a dream, one heâs scared of waking up anytime soon, he meant it. Sometimes it felt too good to be true, the way his life turned upside down only a few months ago. Itâs in these moments that sheâll cup his face, not letting go until she covers every inch of it in kisses, one reminder at a time that he, too, deserves nice things. Great things, even. And the most miraculous one was right here in his arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and mumbling the sweetest words against his skin while the world outside is coming down.Â
Kuroo loves her.Â
He hasnât said it out loud yet, but he feels it with every fiber of his heart and soul. He loves her, more than anything or anyone before. Some days it feels a little too big, a little too overwhelming, quite literally taking his breath away, and then sheâll call out his name and slip her hand into his and it drowns out all these loud thoughts again. She grounds him. She gave home a new meaning.Â
Thereâs this warmth about her that draws him to her like a moth to the flameâand he knows itâs not just him. The way she manages to bring people together in the shop never fails to amaze him, her quiet presence a lighthouse in the dark. He always laughs when she describes herself as some kind of hermit, spending hours alone as she sorts and catalogs whichever box of antiques washes up on her threshold that day. Itâs almost as if she doesnât recognize that sheâs the center of this universe she built around herself; the bridge between the dead and the living. The one preserving love, till itâs ready to find a new pair of loving hands, cherishing these otherwise forgotten memories.
Then thereâs her quirks, adding even more reasons to the endless list of why he fell in love with her. Whether itâs her grumpy expression whenever she has to do something on the computer (an ancient one in her back office which takes twenty minutes to boot up) or her habit of unprompted infodumping about a specific trinket that caught her attentionâKuroo loved all of it. Itâs all part of her.
And while the big words still wonât fall from his lips just yet, he has his way of showing her, leaving no doubts that what he feels for her was true, unadulterated love. Itâs in the sound of their shared laughter when she rides behind him on the bike, her arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed against his broad back. Itâs in the warm blanket thrown over her form after carrying her to bed when she fell asleep while reading on his couch. Itâs in the kisses he trails down the side of her neck after she pushed a strawberry from the backyard between his lips.
He knows itâs only a matter of time till it feels right to put his feelings into actual words. Itâs not like thereâs a rush or expectations to do so. They do things in their own time, and right now there is not much to do except waiting for the storm to pass, till the sun brings a new dawn and theyâll pick themselves up again, hands intertwined.Â
Kuroo presses a soft kiss to her temple, one hand in her hair, the other on her thigh, keeping her pressed close to him.
âSleepy much?â, he mumbles with a quiet laugh, feeling her breathing getting more steady and her body melting more into him. It isnât late yet and it's not that long ago since they crawled out of these sheets earlier, but he doesnât mind. His girl deserves all the rest she craves.Â
âYouâre just so warm,â she mutters, her voice drowsy. Her fingertips draw small patterns against his collarbones. âMakes it hard not to doze off. Maybe Iâm not so different from Jiji after all.â
This draws another laugh out of Kuroo. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, pulling the blanket up a bit higher to make sure sheâs fully wrapped up in it.Â
âIâm nothing but a fool for both of you, thatâs for sure,â Kuroo agrees with a soft chuckle, his head sinking against hers. The sound of the heavy rain drowns out everything elseâhis greedy heart, the overthinking, the words on the tip of his tongue. He feels content, safe; like he belongs. Like coming home after being on the run for too long.Â
âYou know what they say about the fools,â she whispers back without lifting her head. Her fingertips dance across his chest now, until they find his stumbling heart against his ribcage. Her palm comes to rest right above it and in this moment Kuroo feels as if gold is poured in the cracks of his heart as well. Mending it, putting the pieces back together; not like something broken but something thatâs worth being tended to with all the gentleness of the world.
âThe fools, theyâre the lovers and the lonely, knowing everything and nothing about love except that theyâre full of it.â
a/n: i love writing Kuroo POV so much and i'm so excited to write the last two chapters to this
Pull you closer just to feel you breathing, try to memorize the lines // Of your skin and your heart beating, two fragile lives collide // Wanna see you in the darkness when I close my eyes
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Kuroo learned to love the rain. It reminded him of the day he met her.Â
Now, on this night a few months later, it is pouring again. The weather bureau urged everyone to stay home if they could to avoid getting caught in the monsoon, therefore the antique shop didnât open its heavy wooden doors and Kurooâs job at the delivery service called everything off for today as well. It was a blessing in disguise because it meant a rare day off for both of them around the same time. Itâs not as if theyâre not spending every free minute they got together, but there was something special about having a day off all responsibilities.Â
They didnât get up until noon, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain and Jijiâs soft purrs at their feet (after he woke Kuroo at 5AM for a can of wet foodâan unfortunate habit he established with the cat), sharing kisses and secrets in her canopy bed. It was rare for them to sleep alone these days, most of the time they did so only when one of them got sick, and even then theyâd often prioritize comfort and shared warmth over not catching the otherâs bug. Theyâve become inseparable over time and lately Kuroo found himself struggling to remember what his life was like before her. He takes it as a good sign.Â
While Kurooâs apartment was somewhat neat and tidy, paired with the struggle to fill up all the empty space and the high ceilings, hers seemed like an extension of the antique store below them. Itâs lived in, an almost sacred space to be invited into. Thereâs bookshelves up to the ceiling, stacked with heavy and old art books and poetry in languages he doesnât know, dried flowers in vases and hanging from the walls, a story attached to each. The wooden floor has uneven colors from ornamental carpets that barely get moved around, the sun and time working together to create unique patterns. Withered lines adorn the door frame from a time when her grandmother inhabited this space and carved a mark every time her granddaughter grew an inch or two.
Itâs as if heâs discovering a new secret in every corner, like turning a page in his favorite book.Â
Jiji rubs against Kurooâs legs when theyâre in the kitchen together, meowing up at him till he puts him on his shoulders while he stirs the pot on the stove. The cat seems to enjoy the view from so high above and Kuroo gets to bask in her soft laughter every time she sees them like this.Â
âThis cat is manipulating you to no end and you let him,â she huffs with a smile and looks back down at the broken fragments of a plate in front of her on the old kitchen table. Some parts of them are already glued back together, the former cracks now filled and held together by gold. Kuroo never gets tired of watching her work, of fixing things others wouldâve thrown out by now. Not her though. Never her. Her hands hold all the patience of the world, tending to the shards as she pours love back into them.
Sometimes Kuroo catches himself thinking that maybeâmaybe thatâs exactly what she did to him, too.Â
The faint rumble of a thunder in the distance causes both of them to look out of the kitchen window. It is only early evening but the sky is pitch black, the storm and rain picking up and rattling against the old windows. Spooked out by the sounds of it, Jiji leaps down from Kurooâs shoulders and retreats to the safety of his cave underneath the bed, eager to sit this one out. She seems calm though, which rubs off on Kuroo as well. He places a steaming bowl on an empty spot on the table close to her before pulling out a chair for himself, watching how she puts her work aside to pick up the spoon. She pauses as a thought crosses her mind, a small frown on her face.
âDid we remember to bring the laundry inside this time?â, she asks, already halfway up to check. Kuroo reaches for her wrist and gently pulls her back, urging her to sit. He smiles gently, his thumb brushing over her soft skin.Â
âAlready did that earlier when you were absorbed in puzzling the pieces together,â he reassures her. The heavy laundry basket sits on the stairs connecting their apartments. Kuroo vividly remembers the last time it was pouring and they both ran outside to grab the clothes from the line in the backyard, already too late and getting soaked just as much in return. They sat an hour in his clawfoot bathtub together afterwards, trying to warm up again so they wouldnât catch a cold. Her laughter was still ringing in his ears when she leaned back against his chest, nestled between his legs with her eyes closed as the hot water engulfed them, his hand splayed across her stomach. He remembers thinking that this might be the closest he ever got to heaven.
The storm outside picks up by the time theyâre finished with dinner and the dirty dishes are left to soak in the sink for later. They find themselves huddled together in bed again. All the attempts of coaxing Jiji out from underneath it failed, but he seemed content with knowing they were closeby. Heâd get his fair share of cuddles and treats once this passes.Â
âYou still have gold dust on you,â Kuroo points out and brings one of her hands to his lips, kissing the shimmery fingertips gently.Â
âNo way,â she protests with a small laugh, her expression softening underneath his caress. She rolls over to her side, head resting against his chest. His heartbeat picks up slightly. âI washed my hands a dozen times.â
âThen I guess youâre just that golden,â he retorts, his arm wrapping around her form and pulling her closer, wanting to feel more of her. He could never get enough of having her like this, her body heat seeping into him, their legs tangled together underneath the covers.Â
Another crashing thunder drowns out her reply, and then with one last flicker all light in the apartment dies down. The power went out. This was to be expected. Both of them are quiet for a few seconds before Kuroo presses a kiss to her crown, mumbling âwant me to check that for you?â against her hair. Always in fix-it mode, like muscle memory to him.
She shakes her head and only inches closer to him, her hand slipping under the hem of his shirt to feel his warm skin. Kuroo lets out a quiet hum in return.
âNo use in plugging the power back just now,â she mumbles and for a brief second the bedroom is illuminated from the lightning outside. âWeâll let the storm pass first. Plus, I donât want to let you get up and go right now. Stay with me.â
Her last words seem to be laced with something else; a silent question and pleading. The unspoken desire to let the world spin without them for a while, enjoying these dead hours of the day when it can be just the two of them in perfect unison.
Kuroo tips her chin up with one finger. In the dark he can barely make out the silhouette of her but it doesnât matter, he has memorized every inch of her with his fingertips alone a long time ago. He catches her lips with his, a gentle kiss exchanged between them, lasting for a few heartbeats.
âYou donât even have to askâ, he mutters against her lips, smiling when she steals another kiss from him. He lets her. She can have them all, all of him, his heart served on a silver platter if she wished for it. It baffles him sometimes, thinking how much of his life has gone by without getting to kiss her, until the sun, the moon and all of the stars set the waves in motion that lead to him finally meeting her.Â
When he told her back then that it all felt like a dream, one heâs scared of waking up anytime soon, he meant it. Sometimes it felt too good to be true, the way his life turned upside down only a few months ago. Itâs in these moments that sheâll cup his face, not letting go until she covers every inch of it in kisses, one reminder at a time that he, too, deserves nice things. Great things, even. And the most miraculous one was right here in his arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and mumbling the sweetest words against his skin while the world outside is coming down.Â
Kuroo loves her.Â
He hasnât said it out loud yet, but he feels it with every fiber of his heart and soul. He loves her, more than anything or anyone before. Some days it feels a little too big, a little too overwhelming, quite literally taking his breath away, and then sheâll call out his name and slip her hand into his and it drowns out all these loud thoughts again. She grounds him. She gave home a new meaning.Â
Thereâs this warmth about her that draws him to her like a moth to the flameâand he knows itâs not just him. The way she manages to bring people together in the shop never fails to amaze him, her quiet presence a lighthouse in the dark. He always laughs when she describes herself as some kind of hermit, spending hours alone as she sorts and catalogs whichever box of antiques washes up on her threshold that day. Itâs almost as if she doesnât recognize that sheâs the center of this universe she built around herself; the bridge between the dead and the living. The one preserving love, till itâs ready to find a new pair of loving hands, cherishing these otherwise forgotten memories.
Then thereâs her quirks, adding even more reasons to the endless list of why he fell in love with her. Whether itâs her grumpy expression whenever she has to do something on the computer (an ancient one in her back office which takes twenty minutes to boot up) or her habit of unprompted infodumping about a specific trinket that caught her attentionâKuroo loved all of it. Itâs all part of her.
And while the big words still wonât fall from his lips just yet, he has his way of showing her, leaving no doubts that what he feels for her was true, unadulterated love. Itâs in the sound of their shared laughter when she rides behind him on the bike, her arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed against his broad back. Itâs in the warm blanket thrown over her form after carrying her to bed when she fell asleep while reading on his couch. Itâs in the kisses he trails down the side of her neck after she pushed a strawberry from the backyard between his lips.
He knows itâs only a matter of time till it feels right to put his feelings into actual words. Itâs not like thereâs a rush or expectations to do so. They do things in their own time, and right now there is not much to do except waiting for the storm to pass, till the sun brings a new dawn and theyâll pick themselves up again, hands intertwined.Â
Kuroo presses a soft kiss to her temple, one hand in her hair, the other on her thigh, keeping her pressed close to him.
âSleepy much?â, he mumbles with a quiet laugh, feeling her breathing getting more steady and her body melting more into him. It isnât late yet and it's not that long ago since they crawled out of these sheets earlier, but he doesnât mind. His girl deserves all the rest she craves.Â
âYouâre just so warm,â she mutters, her voice drowsy. Her fingertips draw small patterns against his collarbones. âMakes it hard not to doze off. Maybe Iâm not so different from Jiji after all.â
This draws another laugh out of Kuroo. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, pulling the blanket up a bit higher to make sure sheâs fully wrapped up in it.Â
âIâm nothing but a fool for both of you, thatâs for sure,â Kuroo agrees with a soft chuckle, his head sinking against hers. The sound of the heavy rain drowns out everything elseâhis greedy heart, the overthinking, the words on the tip of his tongue. He feels content, safe; like he belongs. Like coming home after being on the run for too long.Â
âYou know what they say about the fools,â she whispers back without lifting her head. Her fingertips dance across his chest now, until they find his stumbling heart against his ribcage. Her palm comes to rest right above it and in this moment Kuroo feels as if gold is poured in the cracks of his heart as well. Mending it, putting the pieces back together; not like something broken but something thatâs worth being tended to with all the gentleness of the world.
âThe fools, theyâre the lovers and the lonely, knowing everything and nothing about love except that theyâre full of it.â
a/n: i love writing Kuroo POV so much and i'm so excited to write the last two chapters to this
yn mentally sighs, staring up at kurooâs shared apartment. In one hand, she holds a burned CD she spent all night making, and in the other, her fist is clenched.
yn has never been one for saying sorry. Sheâs known for being stubborn-one of the most hard-headed people on campus. How she even managed to get herself to iwaizumiâs front door the other day was a mystery to her. But what wasnt a mystery, was realizing she had to make things right.
Apologizing to oikawa was pretty simple. She told him what happened with iwaizumi, and the completion of what he had been working on since middle school put him in such a victorious high, forgiving her was pretty easy. Bokuto wasnt too bad either, she got him his favorite takeout and some mystery figurines he enjoyed. He accepted as a good enough apology, and they were right back on track.
On the other hand, kuroo wasnt so easy. If there is anybody more stubborn than yn, itâs kuroo. Heâs always been that way. And when these two stubborn personalities disagree? Itâs a battle neither one of them can win, theyâll never give in to the others side. It never gets resolved unless the resident mediator, akaashi, can force them to figure it out.
But akaashiâs not here right now. Itâs just yn, standing infront of his apartment complex with a CD in her hand.
A damn CD.
She rolls her eyes, cringing at herself. she knows kuroo has a premium subscription to every music platform there is. So what the hell was the point?
Taking a deep breath, she sits down on the curb in the parking lot and pulls out a cigarette. As she lights it, she decides to text her last resort to fixing.. this. Whatever the hell you would even call this situation she created.
yn internally panics, shutting off her phone and aggressively tossing into the grass beside her. The phrase, âiâm screwedâ, plays on repeat in her head. This loop of self pitying is interrupted by the sound of footsteps. kuroo rounds the corner, and his gaze lands on her. He freezes, eyebrow quirking up in that cocky way he always does, but this time itâs not paired with the smug smirk. Itâs filled with judgment instead of amusement. He can sense the panic in her presence. kuroo came out expecting to find some tweaked out stranger. And in a way... he kind of did.
âWant some coke?â She sighs, immediately regretting her pathetic attempt at a joke. She tosses her cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it under her heel.
He eyes her, then checks his phone, glancing at the text thread with akaashi. "Did I just get set up?"
âNot on purpose," yn mutters, keeping her eyes on the beat-up cars around them, her posture stiff and avoiding his gaze.
kuroo stares at her for a second, reading the tension in the air. Without saying a word, he shoves his phone into his back pocket with a frustrated sigh and drops down next to her on the curb, joining her in looking at the rusting cars parked in the lot. They both avoided eachothers gaze, pretending like some beat up suburu was the most interesting thing in the world.
âI donât really know what to say,â yn breaks the silence, her voice quieter than usual. She leans forward, her knees drawn up to her chest. âI donât want to fight anymore. I miss the band.â
She knows how that sounds, but she means it. Itâs her fault, all her fault, and she wishes admitting that would make it all go away, but it wonât. kuroo canât read her mind, so all he took away was words laced with betrayal and bitter lies.
âYeah, I miss the band too,â kuroo replies, his tone strained. âBut I didnât get a choice in why Iâm missing it. You did.â His jaw clenches, fists tightening as he stares at his knuckles going white.
yn feels the weight of his words hit her, the guilt gnawing at her. She wants to run, leave the whole thing behind. But she canât. She couldnât live with herself if she got up and let this simmer for the rest of her life. yn isnât always right, and sheâs not perfect either, as much as she tries to be. Tonight is the night sheâd let herself admit it.
âI know I fucked it up. The band. I know,â she says, the words tasting sorry on her tongue. She bites down on her lower lip, struggling to find the right thing to say. âI chose myself over all of us. I thought I was doing the right thing by prioritizing me and my future. But thatâs not what it was it all. I see that now. It was selfish.â
Her voice falters slightly as she pushes the words out. She canât look at him, afraid of seeing the anger and hatred on his face. But she pushes through anyway. âI thought I was pursuing my goals. But I wasnât. I just thought I knew the perfect way to get what Iâve always wanted. I shouldâve known better. Thay wasnât the way to do it, and thatâs not what I fucking wanted, not at all.â
The silence that follows feels like a rejection. She thinks heâll get up and tell her to go to hell, and that she should have never came here. kuroo doesnât say anything, just stares at the fading light of the sun as it dissapears lower below the horizon. yn picks at her fingernails, stealing quick glances at him, trying to understand what heâs thinking , but yn isnât a mind reader either. The weird tension in the air stays foreign.
His voice is low and measured when he speaks up, but there's something fragile behind his eyes. "I canât say confidently that I wouldnât have taken that deal if he offered it to me."
yn blinks, surprised. She hadnât expected that. Sheâd never thought sheâd hear kuroo admit to possibly making a stupid mistake that she made.
He continues, his tone almost thoughtful. âMaybe I wouldâve. Maybe I wouldnât have. No way to know for sure.â He uncurls his fists and looks over at her. âBut if I did, and realized how much of a dick Miya is⊠which I one hundred percent would, Iâd probably be wishing for a little mercy from the band. From you.â
yns eyes widen, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Something about her unusual vulnerability mustâve made him feel bad, or maybe it made him realize something about himself.
The parking lot is almost completely dark now, the sky shifting into deep blues as the first stars begin to appear. Shadows stretch across the lot, but somehow, they donât feel so uneasy to look at.
âAre we good?â yn asks, her voice smaller now, unsure if heâs really forgiven her.
kuroo looks at her for a moment, then l lets himself fall backwards, stretching out on the grass behind them. That damn smirk plays at the edges of his lips. âYeah. Weâre good.â
She looks at him staring up at the sky, a content expression spreading across his face. yn follows, letting herself drop beside him, looking up at the stars. For the first time in what feels like forever, all the tension of these past weeks has vanished.
âI wasnât begging for your mercy, by the way,â she says, her voice teasing, a small grin pulling at her lips.
kuroo scoffs, amusement in his voice. âGuess Iâll have to go back to making fake accounts, shitting on your every move. But I wonât connect my phone number this time, donât you worry.â
She laughs softly, feeling lighter. She closes her eyes, letting the cool moonlight brush over her face. It feels soft against her skin, like its silently pulling all her mistakes away.
âShut up,â she murmurs, the smile still lingering. kuroo chuckles, the sound warm and familiar.
When they both bid their goodbyes later that night, yn completly forgets about the CD. All the care she put into filling it with beach volleyballâs songs, kurooâs favorite bands (and some of ynâs favorites that kuroo hates), had whisped away from her mind. It sat hidden in the grass for awhile after that night, until a passerby stumbled upon it. Out of curiosity, they took it home and listened to it front to back with some friends. Beach volleyball acquired a few more fans that day.
That damn CD.
more!
in a weird way kuroo and yns shared stubbordness is what makes them good friends
"im not saying saying sorry for shit" "yeah no why would you"
some high schoolers found the cd and are now beach volleyball fans and think they are so cool and underground
"oh my favorite band? yeah you prolly never heard of them..."
inspired them to start a band
when yn told oikawa what happened w iwaizumi he started acting like he won the world cup
he thought he would never feel victory after not making it to nationals but he was wrong
HIS PASSION PROJECT SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL
"i gotta write a book about this"
bokuto is a sucker for some smiskis
akaashi acts like he doesnt want to mediate but he loves being right and fixing problems, boosts the ego or wtv
a/n: i... updated... ivy? who am i. this definetly has mistakes my bad. I TRIED TO MAKE THIS PLATONIC AS POSSIBLE THEY R FRIENDS. iwaizumi will be returning soon i swear. so will osamu lol (w evil intent). i LOVE FRANK OCEAN. ok thats it luv u ppl in my computer byee
yn mentally sighs, staring up at kurooâs shared apartment. In one hand, she holds a burned CD she spent all night making, and in the other, her fist is clenched.
yn has never been one for saying sorry. Sheâs known for being stubborn-one of the most hard-headed people on campus. How she even managed to get herself to iwaizumiâs front door the other day was a mystery to her. But what wasnt a mystery, was realizing she had to make things right.
Apologizing to oikawa was pretty simple. She told him what happened with iwaizumi, and the completion of what he had been working on since middle school put him in such a victorious high, forgiving her was pretty easy. Bokuto wasnt too bad either, she got him his favorite takeout and some mystery figurines he enjoyed. He accepted as a good enough apology, and they were right back on track.
On the other hand, kuroo wasnt so easy. If there is anybody more stubborn than yn, itâs kuroo. Heâs always been that way. And when these two stubborn personalities disagree? Itâs a battle neither one of them can win, theyâll never give in to the others side. It never gets resolved unless the resident mediator, akaashi, can force them to figure it out.
But akaashiâs not here right now. Itâs just yn, standing infront of his apartment complex with a CD in her hand.
A damn CD.
She rolls her eyes, cringing at herself. she knows kuroo has a premium subscription to every music platform there is. So what the hell was the point?
Taking a deep breath, she sits down on the curb in the parking lot and pulls out a cigarette. As she lights it, she decides to text her last resort to fixing.. this. Whatever the hell you would even call this situation she created.
yn internally panics, shutting off her phone and aggressively tossing into the grass beside her. The phrase, âiâm screwedâ, plays on repeat in her head. This loop of self pitying is interrupted by the sound of footsteps. kuroo rounds the corner, and his gaze lands on her. He freezes, eyebrow quirking up in that cocky way he always does, but this time itâs not paired with the smug smirk. Itâs filled with judgment instead of amusement. He can sense the panic in her presence. kuroo came out expecting to find some tweaked out stranger. And in a way... he kind of did.
âWant some coke?â She sighs, immediately regretting her pathetic attempt at a joke. She tosses her cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it under her heel.
He eyes her, then checks his phone, glancing at the text thread with akaashi. "Did I just get set up?"
âNot on purpose," yn mutters, keeping her eyes on the beat-up cars around them, her posture stiff and avoiding his gaze.
kuroo stares at her for a second, reading the tension in the air. Without saying a word, he shoves his phone into his back pocket with a frustrated sigh and drops down next to her on the curb, joining her in looking at the rusting cars parked in the lot. They both avoided eachothers gaze, pretending like some beat up suburu was the most interesting thing in the world.
âI donât really know what to say,â yn breaks the silence, her voice quieter than usual. She leans forward, her knees drawn up to her chest. âI donât want to fight anymore. I miss the band.â
She knows how that sounds, but she means it. Itâs her fault, all her fault, and she wishes admitting that would make it all go away, but it wonât. kuroo canât read her mind, so all he took away was words laced with betrayal and bitter lies.
âYeah, I miss the band too,â kuroo replies, his tone strained. âBut I didnât get a choice in why Iâm missing it. You did.â His jaw clenches, fists tightening as he stares at his knuckles going white.
yn feels the weight of his words hit her, the guilt gnawing at her. She wants to run, leave the whole thing behind. But she canât. She couldnât live with herself if she got up and let this simmer for the rest of her life. yn isnât always right, and sheâs not perfect either, as much as she tries to be. Tonight is the night sheâd let herself admit it.
âI know I fucked it up. The band. I know,â she says, the words tasting sorry on her tongue. She bites down on her lower lip, struggling to find the right thing to say. âI chose myself over all of us. I thought I was doing the right thing by prioritizing me and my future. But thatâs not what it was it all. I see that now. It was selfish.â
Her voice falters slightly as she pushes the words out. She canât look at him, afraid of seeing the anger and hatred on his face. But she pushes through anyway. âI thought I was pursuing my goals. But I wasnât. I just thought I knew the perfect way to get what Iâve always wanted. I shouldâve known better. Thay wasnât the way to do it, and thatâs not what I fucking wanted, not at all.â
The silence that follows feels like a rejection. She thinks heâll get up and tell her to go to hell, and that she should have never came here. kuroo doesnât say anything, just stares at the fading light of the sun as it dissapears lower below the horizon. yn picks at her fingernails, stealing quick glances at him, trying to understand what heâs thinking , but yn isnât a mind reader either. The weird tension in the air stays foreign.
His voice is low and measured when he speaks up, but there's something fragile behind his eyes. "I canât say confidently that I wouldnât have taken that deal if he offered it to me."
yn blinks, surprised. She hadnât expected that. Sheâd never thought sheâd hear kuroo admit to possibly making a stupid mistake that she made.
He continues, his tone almost thoughtful. âMaybe I wouldâve. Maybe I wouldnât have. No way to know for sure.â He uncurls his fists and looks over at her. âBut if I did, and realized how much of a dick Miya is⊠which I one hundred percent would, Iâd probably be wishing for a little mercy from the band. From you.â
yns eyes widen, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Something about her unusual vulnerability mustâve made him feel bad, or maybe it made him realize something about himself.
The parking lot is almost completely dark now, the sky shifting into deep blues as the first stars begin to appear. Shadows stretch across the lot, but somehow, they donât feel so uneasy to look at.
âAre we good?â yn asks, her voice smaller now, unsure if heâs really forgiven her.
kuroo looks at her for a moment, then l lets himself fall backwards, stretching out on the grass behind them. That damn smirk plays at the edges of his lips. âYeah. Weâre good.â
She looks at him staring up at the sky, a content expression spreading across his face. yn follows, letting herself drop beside him, looking up at the stars. For the first time in what feels like forever, all the tension of these past weeks has vanished.
âI wasnât begging for your mercy, by the way,â she says, her voice teasing, a small grin pulling at her lips.
kuroo scoffs, amusement in his voice. âGuess Iâll have to go back to making fake accounts, shitting on your every move. But I wonât connect my phone number this time, donât you worry.â
She laughs softly, feeling lighter. She closes her eyes, letting the cool moonlight brush over her face. It feels soft against her skin, like its silently pulling all her mistakes away.
âShut up,â she murmurs, the smile still lingering. kuroo chuckles, the sound warm and familiar.
When they both bid their goodbyes later that night, yn completly forgets about the CD. All the care she put into filling it with beach volleyballâs songs, kurooâs favorite bands (and some of ynâs favorites that kuroo hates), had whisped away from her mind. It sat hidden in the grass for awhile after that night, until a passerby stumbled upon it. Out of curiosity, they took it home and listened to it front to back with some friends. Beach volleyball acquired a few more fans that day.
That damn CD.
more!
in a weird way kuroo and yns shared stubbordness is what makes them good friends
"im not saying saying sorry for shit" "yeah no why would you"
some high schoolers found the cd and are now beach volleyball fans and think they are so cool and underground
"oh my favorite band? yeah you prolly never heard of them..."
inspired them to start a band
when yn told oikawa what happened w iwaizumi he started acting like he won the world cup
he thought he would never feel victory after not making it to nationals but he was wrong
HIS PASSION PROJECT SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL
"i gotta write a book about this"
bokuto is a sucker for some smiskis
akaashi acts like he doesnt want to mediate but he loves being right and fixing problems, boosts the ego or wtv
a/n: i... updated... ivy? who am i. this definetly has mistakes my bad. I TRIED TO MAKE THIS PLATONIC AS POSSIBLE THEY R FRIENDS. iwaizumi will be returning soon i swear. so will osamu lol (w evil intent). i LOVE FRANK OCEAN. ok thats it luv u ppl in my computer byee
yn mentally sighs, staring up at kurooâs shared apartment. In one hand, she holds a burned CD she spent all night making, and in the other, her fist is clenched.
yn has never been one for saying sorry. Sheâs known for being stubborn-one of the most hard-headed people on campus. How she even managed to get herself to iwaizumiâs front door the other day was a mystery to her. But what wasnt a mystery, was realizing she had to make things right.
Apologizing to oikawa was pretty simple. She told him what happened with iwaizumi, and the completion of what he had been working on since middle school put him in such a victorious high, forgiving her was pretty easy. Bokuto wasnt too bad either, she got him his favorite takeout and some mystery figurines he enjoyed. He accepted as a good enough apology, and they were right back on track.
On the other hand, kuroo wasnt so easy. If there is anybody more stubborn than yn, itâs kuroo. Heâs always been that way. And when these two stubborn personalities disagree? Itâs a battle neither one of them can win, theyâll never give in to the others side. It never gets resolved unless the resident mediator, akaashi, can force them to figure it out.
But akaashiâs not here right now. Itâs just yn, standing infront of his apartment complex with a CD in her hand.
A damn CD.
She rolls her eyes, cringing at herself. she knows kuroo has a premium subscription to every music platform there is. So what the hell was the point?
Taking a deep breath, she sits down on the curb in the parking lot and pulls out a cigarette. As she lights it, she decides to text her last resort to fixing.. this. Whatever the hell you would even call this situation she created.
yn internally panics, shutting off her phone and aggressively tossing into the grass beside her. The phrase, âiâm screwedâ, plays on repeat in her head. This loop of self pitying is interrupted by the sound of footsteps. kuroo rounds the corner, and his gaze lands on her. He freezes, eyebrow quirking up in that cocky way he always does, but this time itâs not paired with the smug smirk. Itâs filled with judgment instead of amusement. He can sense the panic in her presence. kuroo came out expecting to find some tweaked out stranger. And in a way... he kind of did.
âWant some coke?â She sighs, immediately regretting her pathetic attempt at a joke. She tosses her cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it under her heel.
He eyes her, then checks his phone, glancing at the text thread with akaashi. "Did I just get set up?"
âNot on purpose," yn mutters, keeping her eyes on the beat-up cars around them, her posture stiff and avoiding his gaze.
kuroo stares at her for a second, reading the tension in the air. Without saying a word, he shoves his phone into his back pocket with a frustrated sigh and drops down next to her on the curb, joining her in looking at the rusting cars parked in the lot. They both avoided eachothers gaze, pretending like some beat up suburu was the most interesting thing in the world.
âI donât really know what to say,â yn breaks the silence, her voice quieter than usual. She leans forward, her knees drawn up to her chest. âI donât want to fight anymore. I miss the band.â
She knows how that sounds, but she means it. Itâs her fault, all her fault, and she wishes admitting that would make it all go away, but it wonât. kuroo canât read her mind, so all he took away was words laced with betrayal and bitter lies.
âYeah, I miss the band too,â kuroo replies, his tone strained. âBut I didnât get a choice in why Iâm missing it. You did.â His jaw clenches, fists tightening as he stares at his knuckles going white.
yn feels the weight of his words hit her, the guilt gnawing at her. She wants to run, leave the whole thing behind. But she canât. She couldnât live with herself if she got up and let this simmer for the rest of her life. yn isnât always right, and sheâs not perfect either, as much as she tries to be. Tonight is the night sheâd let herself admit it.
âI know I fucked it up. The band. I know,â she says, the words tasting sorry on her tongue. She bites down on her lower lip, struggling to find the right thing to say. âI chose myself over all of us. I thought I was doing the right thing by prioritizing me and my future. But thatâs not what it was it all. I see that now. It was selfish.â
Her voice falters slightly as she pushes the words out. She canât look at him, afraid of seeing the anger and hatred on his face. But she pushes through anyway. âI thought I was pursuing my goals. But I wasnât. I just thought I knew the perfect way to get what Iâve always wanted. I shouldâve known better. Thay wasnât the way to do it, and thatâs not what I fucking wanted, not at all.â
The silence that follows feels like a rejection. She thinks heâll get up and tell her to go to hell, and that she should have never came here. kuroo doesnât say anything, just stares at the fading light of the sun as it dissapears lower below the horizon. yn picks at her fingernails, stealing quick glances at him, trying to understand what heâs thinking , but yn isnât a mind reader either. The weird tension in the air stays foreign.
His voice is low and measured when he speaks up, but there's something fragile behind his eyes. "I canât say confidently that I wouldnât have taken that deal if he offered it to me."
yn blinks, surprised. She hadnât expected that. Sheâd never thought sheâd hear kuroo admit to possibly making a stupid mistake that she made.
He continues, his tone almost thoughtful. âMaybe I wouldâve. Maybe I wouldnât have. No way to know for sure.â He uncurls his fists and looks over at her. âBut if I did, and realized how much of a dick Miya is⊠which I one hundred percent would, Iâd probably be wishing for a little mercy from the band. From you.â
yns eyes widen, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Something about her unusual vulnerability mustâve made him feel bad, or maybe it made him realize something about himself.
The parking lot is almost completely dark now, the sky shifting into deep blues as the first stars begin to appear. Shadows stretch across the lot, but somehow, they donât feel so uneasy to look at.
âAre we good?â yn asks, her voice smaller now, unsure if heâs really forgiven her.
kuroo looks at her for a moment, then l lets himself fall backwards, stretching out on the grass behind them. That damn smirk plays at the edges of his lips. âYeah. Weâre good.â
She looks at him staring up at the sky, a content expression spreading across his face. yn follows, letting herself drop beside him, looking up at the stars. For the first time in what feels like forever, all the tension of these past weeks has vanished.
âI wasnât begging for your mercy, by the way,â she says, her voice teasing, a small grin pulling at her lips.
kuroo scoffs, amusement in his voice. âGuess Iâll have to go back to making fake accounts, shitting on your every move. But I wonât connect my phone number this time, donât you worry.â
She laughs softly, feeling lighter. She closes her eyes, letting the cool moonlight brush over her face. It feels soft against her skin, like its silently pulling all her mistakes away.
âShut up,â she murmurs, the smile still lingering. kuroo chuckles, the sound warm and familiar.
When they both bid their goodbyes later that night, yn completly forgets about the CD. All the care she put into filling it with beach volleyballâs songs, kurooâs favorite bands (and some of ynâs favorites that kuroo hates), had whisped away from her mind. It sat hidden in the grass for awhile after that night, until a passerby stumbled upon it. Out of curiosity, they took it home and listened to it front to back with some friends. Beach volleyball acquired a few more fans that day.
That damn CD.
more!
in a weird way kuroo and yns shared stubbordness is what makes them good friends
"im not saying saying sorry for shit" "yeah no why would you"
some high schoolers found the cd and are now beach volleyball fans and think they are so cool and underground
"oh my favorite band? yeah you prolly never heard of them..."
inspired them to start a band
when yn told oikawa what happened w iwaizumi he started acting like he won the world cup
he thought he would never feel victory after not making it to nationals but he was wrong
HIS PASSION PROJECT SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL
"i gotta write a book about this"
bokuto is a sucker for some smiskis
akaashi acts like he doesnt want to mediate but he loves being right and fixing problems, boosts the ego or wtv
a/n: i... updated... ivy? who am i. this definetly has mistakes my bad. I TRIED TO MAKE THIS PLATONIC AS POSSIBLE THEY R FRIENDS. iwaizumi will be returning soon i swear. so will osamu lol (w evil intent). i LOVE FRANK OCEAN. ok thats it luv u ppl in my computer byee
Synopsis: in which you move into a new apartment complex and Sukuna is your landlord but you both aren't what you seem...
Warnings: cursing, talks of death/murder/cannibalism, threatening language, not proofread
Synopsis: in which you move into a new apartment complex and Sukuna is your landlord but you both aren't what you seem...
Warnings: cursing, talks of death/murder/cannibalism, threatening language, not proofread
