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summary: life is about making choices, and when the last chance to be happy presents itself, do you take it or leave it?
pairing: bokuto kōtarō x fem!reader
genre/warnings: friends to lovers, angst with a good ending
word count: 1921
a/n: hi hi, i'm here to repost one of my favs! this is based on a grey's anatomy episode and it's really self-indulgent but i don't care, i just love it, and i hope you love it too!
Weddings are supposed to be fun, and your wedding day is supposed to be the greatest of all but, why doesn't it feel that way? The words of your mother and friends were going in and out of your ears without being really registered by your brain, and your body felt dead in Asahi's hands as he finished adjusting your dress. At the same time, the last drops of makeup fell on your face, and the hands in your hair made you focus on your reflection.
That glow your mom talked about so much is gone, the emotion in your eyes does not exist, and the only thing present in your mind isn’t your vows, it isn’t your fiancé, it’s your best friend.
Bokuto's message repeats itself like a mantra in your mind, the words of a drunken man in love echoing over and over in your heart. The "I love you" between the tears and the unexpected confession are still fresh in your memory, erasing all traces of sanity.
"I can't," was the broken murmur and trembling of your hands that put a stop to the madness in the room. "I can’t do it."
“Do what?” The worried tone of your mother's voice and the confusion drawn on Kiyoko's face made you rethink the situation in a matter of seconds. Is it worth throwing away a secure future in exchange for a possible relationship with Bokuto? After all, he was drunk and confused when he called you, but aren't drunk people and children the ones who always tell the truth? The air around you seemed to diminish with every breath and questions bombarded your confused head. Why now? Why did he have to confess it now and not before? Why now that you had buried the love for him under layers within your heart?
"Dear?" Your mother's voice took you away from the sea of uncertainty once more, she took your face between her hands and after slightly scanning your expression, she told the rest to leave them alone. "What’s wrong?"
You didn't notice you were crying until the tips of her fingers gently brushed away all traces of tears from your cheeks, the warmth in her eyes broke your heart, and the layers that covered the love for your best friend cracked once again. "He said he loved me, but he was drunk.
The woman in front of you doesn't let you see the shock your words caused her. Her perfectly outlined lips don't let out any comments while she finishes correcting your makeup. Her hands are soft as they move towards your hands, a tight smile takes place on her face and the pain in your chest seems to grow before you hear her say the obvious.
“There is a man outside who loves you deeply and is willing to share his future with you, who dared to make the decision and ask you if you wanted to share your life with him, and you said yes. Now is not the time to go back."
The warm summer air touches his cheeks softly as the sun shining on the horizon seems to shout at him to run, and the accelerated rhythm of his heart seems to agree with the shining star.
The night before was a mistake. Bokuto knew that accepting Kuroo's idea of going to drink before seeing the love of his life marry another man was a bad idea, but he was an expert in taking them. His hands did not respond to his brain when the warning signs seemed to flash red. He didn’t want to ruin your day, he really didn’t, but the words ran before he could stop them. And suddenly, the friendship was ruined, or that was what he thought.
The memory of your silence before his words was suffocating, he could clearly imagine your face as he cried "I love you’s" as if they were the only words swimming in his mind. The thought of breaking your heart the day before the most important moment in your life was tearing him apart, but his own heart seemed to break every minute he spent thinking of your silhouette wrapped in a white dress and walking towards a happy ending that wouldn’t be with him.
From the balcony of his room, he watched people walk —almost run— towards the beach to finish arranging the last details of the place where the ceremony would take place. Right in front of the sunset, your lips would pronounce "Yes, I do” in the same way you practiced with him when you were kids, and then he would watch you walk away with someone else’s hand in yours.
What if he left? After all, he wasn't sure if he wanted to see you after crying for your love through a phone call, but wouldn't that make him a bad friend?
With tears threatening to fall, he walked to the bed where his body fell like a dead weight. How stupid did he have to be to ruin his best friend's life? The anxiety in his body seemed to be awakened by the rapid knocking on the door of whoever was on the other side —probably Akaashi to remind him that the ceremony would start soon and they should go downstairs. But when he opened the door the person in front of him was someone he didn't expect to see.
Anyone with two working eyes could see that your smile was fake, the excitement still didn't appear on your face and the aura that surrounded you didn’t match a bride who took months to plan the perfect day. This time it wasn't the words of your best friend that filled your mind. "It's not time to turn back,” it's not, it's not, it's not.
Someone calling your name from a distance distracts you from the turbulence, and when your grandmother's overly bright smile appears in front of you it’s hard to ignore that something has been done. "It's never too late to be cupid."
The confused look on your face should be enough to make her understand that her words didn’t register in your brain, but the tug on your right hand didn’t give time for questions; your bridesmaids were ready to lead you to the altar, but you weren’t ready to get married.
You smiled at Yachi and were quick to follow her, it wasn’t fair to the man waiting for you to start doubting now, but your mind couldn’t help to wander to the “what if” that Bokuto ignited last night.
What if I ran away? Yachi is distracted, my mom is outside with the guests, and if I’m lucky enough nobody at the parking lot will try to stop me. What the hell am I thinking? I can’t do that. I’m a coward. Stupid owl boy, stupid feelings; life was easier when we were kids.
You spotted Bokuto’s hair first, he was sitting next to Kuroo in the second row. Your heart ached at the sight, and when your eyes trailed to your fiancé, you felt the tears again. You didn’t search first for him. You did it for the best friend you were in love with.
The music started when the quartet saw you standing at the end of the improvised aisle decorated with seashells to mark your way. You faked another smile, fixing your gaze on the man standing at the other end. All while avoiding eye contact with the rest of the guests and trying to calm the fast beating of your heart, you trailed after Kiyoko’s footsteps. You tried, really tried, to not look in his way, but it was impossible. He looked drowned, his usual vibrating aura wasn’t there, his face didn’t light up when he saw you, and you were sure his mind was plagued with guilt.
You sent him a small smile when the last piece of your heart fell to his feet.
Beautiful, that was Bokuto’s first thought when he saw you walk down the aisle. Your grandma’s words stuck in his head and repeated again and again when your eyes looked for him. She said he had a chance with you, that it wasn’t too late even though it sounded selfish, it was worse for you to pretend a happy marriage than ditching a man at the altar —her words, not his.
But he was scared, under all the playfulness and careless actions, he loved you enough to watch you go. He didn’t want to hurt you more, your eyes didn’t have the sparkle you always had whenever you talked about your special day, and it was his fault.
Bokuto Koutarou saw with tears in his eyes as the man in front of you recited his vows, taking in your nervous self and that obvious fake smile, the last piece of his heart fell to your feet.
“Stop moping,” Kuroo whispered. “You heard her grandma, you have one last chance, and I’m not going to see you waste it.”
Before he could react, his friend made him stand. He froze, feeling all the eyes on him as he fidgeted with the sleeves of his dress shirt. He watched how your eyes widened and the confusion washed over the groom, looking at him dumbfounded.
His golden eyes looked straight at you, he lost all the fear when you two made eye contact, and last night's words made their way back to his mind in a blink. From his peripheral vision, he saw your grandma pulling your mom back to her chair and giving him a silent nod.
You can do it Koutarou, it’s your last chance.
“Y/N, we’ve been knowing each other for as many years as I can count. You’ve been by my side supporting me since we were kids, you never missed a match, and you always said I love you back.” He took a deep breath, feeling the rate of his heart go higher with every word he took a step next to you and extended his hand with a silent plea. “I love you, and I wish I could hear you say it back for the rest of my life.”
You didn’t dare to look at anyone else, your hands felt sweaty, and the tears were starting to fall down your cheeks. Your mind was going full speed, and your thoughts were mixed again; you could hear the guests’ whispers, the questions from Yachi to Kiyoko, and Hinata’s squeals. Everyone seemed to be in shock, everyone except for the old lady in the front row.
It's now or never.
You throw yourself into his arms before pulling at his hand to run away from the chaos unleashed behind you. Your mom’s screams were audible even when you two were inside the hotel and running to the parking lot. Your heart never felt so full of love until you saw his eyes. He got you trapped between his body and his car, his golden eyes were once again sparkling, and his whole dementor went back to his usual self.
“I do love you,” you whispered through your silent tears.
This time he didn’t say anything and closed the distance between your bodies, his lips crashed against yours in a soft kiss, his hands found their way to your face and wiped away your tears. There are a lot of things unresolved, but right there, the only thing that matters is the steady beat of your heart and the gentle hands of your lover.
Firecracker - a meet cute with Suna Rintaro (923 words, fluff)
It doesn’t begin with the standard hello, it’s nice to meet you.
Instead, it begins in the middle of a crowded hallway in school as you’re facing off one Miya Atsumu. The disparity in size is what makes him chortle at first, you’re dwarfed by the six foot tall blonde pain in the ass, and that is probably what makes Kita hiss in disapproval, ready to curb his wayward kouhai from courting further trouble with the discipline master.
But from his vantage point, he notices a few things.
First, while Miya Atsumu is currently holding your pencil case hostage, dangled teasingly way above your head, he’s keeping a careful distance from you. Second, you show no signs of being dissuaded by your physical disadvantage, nor are you resorting to whining to get your way - something he detests. Instead, your stance is light and casual. You’re even advancing with deliberate, sure steps towards Atsumu. Third, you’ve somehow managed to shift the terrain to your advantage, cornering Atsumu beside a study bench, his idiot teammate blind to the fact that he’s being played.
Suna does, because he observes and thinks. Like you, he thinks appraisingly. He appreciates that.
Perhaps it’s just sheer curiosity that makes him catch Kita’s sleeve before his captain darts out to diffuse the situation, or it’s his penchant for filming Miya twins shenanigans (his camera was out the minute he spotted Atsumu stealing your pencil case from your bag).
Volleyball isn’t exactly the most popular sport but handsome, charming Miya Atsumu, starting setting of the MSBY Black Jackals has his share of fangirls nonetheless. He has never given you any cause to worry, always keeping a respectful distance from them, bowing and thanking them for their support before trying his best to disappear after matches and teleport himself back home to you.
You know he doesn’t care for fame or the fans.
He only cares about playing volleyball. He only cares about you.
Still, it’s hard not to doubt yourself sometimes when you’re feeling blue. It just happens to be one of those days. You wake up to pouring rain, miss your train, get shouted at by your boss for making two typos in a presentation you only had an hour to prepare for. It all comes to a head when you rush to watch his match and watch as your boyfriend gets swarmed by his fangirls yet again.
He takes a while to notice that you’re being uncharacteristically quiet when you reach home. In his defence, he did just win a match overr EJP Raijin, so he’s busy sending triumphant selfies and taunts to Suna just to rub it in. He doesn’t have Kita keeping him in line anymore (no, the Inarizaki group chat does not count).
But he catches on soon enough when you sniffle into your pillow, pull your blanket over your head.
“Rough day?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your back.
He thinks he hears another sniff, the sound muffled by layers of cloth and fluff hiding you from him. Perhaps he should give you your space, let you mope and get whatever it is out of your system, but he hates even the thought of you being sad.
So he slips nimble fingers beneath the sheets, attacking your weak spot with tickles until you squeal with laughter and capitulate, throwing the blankets down while wheezing.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong, doll?”
He listens as you whine about your day, nods at the right places, curses your boss. But he frowns when you meekly admit that you’re just a little insecure that you’re not good enough for him - not when he has fans throwing themselves at him left right and center - an exaggeration, he disagrees as you huff.
“You’re not allowed to laugh at me”, you poke his belly as he rolls over his side, raises his hands in mock defeat.
“Never”, he avers. “But seriously, ya got nothin’ to worry about.”
Unrequited love with Sakusa Kiyoomi - 366 words of angst
Sakusa Kiyoomi understands the function of a human heart. He has a very clinical appreciation for it - the most important muscle in the body, pumping blood through the roadways of the body to deliver oxygen and nutrients and clear waste. That, he understands.
What he does not understand is why his heart constricts with pain every time you turn up to pick Miya Atsumu for practice. Why his atriums threaten to collapse, when you greet him with a bright smile and a chirped ‘Kiyoomi’, why his ventricles threaten to crumble when you turn away to greet your boyfriend with a hug and a tender kiss.
It’s silly. It’s awful. He doesn’t quite understand it.
Perhaps it’s because he listens to Atsumu boast about you all the time in the locker room. About how kind and understanding you are about his busy schedule, how caring you are to make sure the fridge is stocked with healthy meals for him to eat. About the dates you both go on, searching out old fashioned diners and cosy bakeries, running around furniture shops like children envisioning the home you’d like to build together one day.
It doesn’t help that you are one of the few people who respect his space yet show that they’re interested in him, dull, quiet, snappy Sakusa Kiyoomi.
But you’re in a happy relationship, and he would never disrespect that, so he just looks away and tries not to grimace when you look at Miya Atsumu as if he’s hung the stars in the sky.
“Kiyoomi?”
You call out to him, explaining that you heard from Atsumu that his favourite food is umeboshi which you just happened to have on hand, so you made him a bento box of his own.
“Thank you”, he shakily replies as you skip away hand in hand with Atsumu.
He opens the box. Perfectly cooked rice, umeboshi tucked into the very centre, surrounded by a generous helping of karaage and tamagoyaki with a side of cucumber and wakame salad. There’s a cheery note tucked into the box, wishing him gambatte!
Muscles falter. Blood vessels collapse into themselves.
He should look into replacing his heart. It seems to be failing him.
a/n: yall really like hurting omi huh. poor darling.
Miya Osamu takes his time to look up from the pot of pork belly he’s stirring over the stove. “Ya sure yer yellin’ at the right Miya, doll?” he asks, with a playful smirk that only serves to fan the flames of your anger.
“I’m pretty sure your brother didn’t knock me up cos’ I would’ve remembered that”, you spit, bunching up the hems of your shirt in clenched fists, watching with sick satisfaction as Osamu’s face blanches white, wooden spoon falling to the floor.
This is all his fault. His fault for being so ridiculously alluring and handsome that you couldn’t resist taking him into bed even though you were on antibiotics that night. His fault for peppering kisses down your neck in the morning and making you completely forget about popping by the pharmacy that day.
“Sweetheart”, he breathes as he folds you into his arms, tucks you firmly against his chest. “You’re pregnant?”
You sniffle, knocking your fists half-heartedly against the planes of his chest. The truth is - even though you’re married and you’ve always wanted kids, it’s a frightening prospect to confront. Osamu’s busy with expanding his business, you are settling down at your job, it doesn’t feel like the right time to suddenly be saddled with the responsibility of keeping a tiny human alive.
“I’m scared”, you admit, drawing comfort from the warmth from his skin, the steady beat of his heart.
He tilts your face up to him, wipes your tears away with gentle thumbs.
“So am I”, he says quietly. “But if you wanna keep it, I’m in.”
You consider it.
You imagine a world where Miya Osamu straps your chubby little baby adorned in onigiri print onesie onto his back as he serves his customers. You imagine a world where he teaches your child how to slice and dice, their expressions mirroring each other, tongues poking out in concentration. You imagine a world where you and Osamu create a life that’s half his and half yours, a miracle of its own.
Your heart swells. Your fears wither and die.
“I’m in too”, you whisper, laughing with joy as he picks you up and twirls you all around the kitchen.
a/n: as requested by jenny @fail-big. also PSA from grandma nikki: please use contraception and be safe, kids!
summary: iwaizumi finally decided to collect the dance you owed him several years ago.
note: i’ve been listening to zack tabudlo’s song, “binibini”, and i really love it. the line iwaizumi sang can be translated to “dance with me in the middle of the rain, my love.” hihi. enjoy!
Due to an unexpected downpour, you and your high school friends were stuck in the restaurant that was reserved by Oikawa Tōru.
The rain didn’t ruin your reunion, but it reminded you of something from the past. That one time when you almost spill your secret to your bestfriend. A secret that would probably ruin what you have. Probably.
“It seems like we’re going to stay here for a little bit longer.” You turned your head towards your bestfriend, and one of the athletic trainer for team Japan. “Ah. How nostalgic.”
“Just like that night.”
Iwaizumi nodded his head before staring at his shoes. “Just like that night...” Then, he suddenly turned to you while grinning. “You still owe me a dance, remember?”
“I don’t...” You avoided his affectionate gaze. “...it’s been awhile since I last—”
“I’ll take the lead.”
You shook your head while making an x-sign with your arms. “It’s embarrassing!”
He suddenly looked outside the clear window of the restaurant. “Let’s do it outside, then.”
“What?”
Iwaizumi pulled your arm and lead the way towards the exit. “It’ll be fun.”
You sighed in defeat. “Fine. To make peace with your younger self, Mr. Ace Spiker.”
“Correction, it’s Mr. Athletic Trainer now.”
You giggled at his response. “Alright, alright. Mr. Athletic Trainer who still insist on dancing in an empty parking lot while it’s raining.”
“Catching a cold after dancing with a wonderful woman like you, sounds fun.”
When you finally stepped outside, the pouring rain soaked his and your clothes. “I’m glad I chose to wear this old jacket tonight.”
He smiled before slightly bowing his head to kiss your knuckles. “May I dance with you?”
“There’s no music though.”
“I’ll hum something I’ve heard before.”
You gave up making excuses. Maybe it’s alright to give in from time to time.
Iwaizumi pulled you closer to him and leaned his head againsy yours while humming a tune. Rather than waltzing around the parking lot, you were simply swaying side to side according to the song he was humming.
It was far from the usual scenes you’ve seen from movies, but it felt more intimate. As if you’ve been together for years.
Well, you’ve been together for years.
As friends.
Neither of you had the courage to confess your feelings to each other. But the spark was there. The spark has been there since the day you became acquainted with each other.
“Isayaw mo ako... sa gitna ng ulan, mahal ko...”
Your heart fluttered upon hearing his deep voice as he sang. Feeling his lips against your skin made you more flustered than you already were.
‘Is he finally...?’
He called your name as he tucked your drenched hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, but I can no longer keep myself from feeling this way.” He, then, affectionately cupped your cheeks just to see your face. “I’ve been in love with you since you made that lunch for me. I know that you made that since you felt guilty for knocking over my lunch the previous day, but that doesn’t matter to me.”
Tears began to slip from the corner of your eyes.
“For some reason, it made me feel warm inside. And for the first time in a long while, my heart began to race whenever I see you.” He smiled sheepishly while listening to his own voice. “It was becoming harder and harder to be around you because I wasn’t ready for a relationship back then. I wasn’t even sure if you feel the same way.”
“But now...?” you asked.
“But now, I’m no longer holding back.”
Iwaizumi took a step back before getting down on one knee. “Manager-chan, would you mind if I court you?” he asked.
You giggled while looking at him. “You don’t have to go down on one knee, silly.”
“I’m just practicing.”
“Practicing?”
“Yep. Because I’m going to ask for your hand in marriage next time.” Iwaizumi stood while grinning before wrapping his arms around you. “I can’t believe that I actually did it...”
You pat his back. “Great job, Mr. Athletic Trainer.”
“Silly...”
— extra —
“Am I seeing things?” Oikawa asked while watching from the window. “Am I really drunk? Did Iwa-chan just—? He kneeled!” He turned to Makki who was slightly drunk just like him. “Ha! Finally!”
That night, it wasn’t just the two of you who were celebrating. Everyone who witnessed how you looked at each other from afar was delighted to know about this progress. Because finally, you’re one step closer to each other.
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content: first kisses, FLUFF, gender neutral reader, small scenarios most of all, kitten is used once (1) bcos kuroo thinks hes being flirty and smooth, pre-timeskip, high school
notes: i was supposed to take a nap but this wouldnt rly leave my head, take these crumps i hope you enjoy them!!!! i might make more with other teams they were rly cute and fun to make!!! some of the lengths r a little different bcos my idea changed from when i started to i finished!! i tried matching them up but alas, they cant be the same kdfhsjkfs have a nice day!!!
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Haiba Lev
This dude straight up proudly admits to you that he’s never kissed anyone in his entire life, whipping out his phone to show his recent search history containing searches like ’How to kiss someone’, ’Good first kiss tips’, and so forth. You felt embarrassed on his behalf but it also helped to make you less nervous. He then leaned into his backpack that was on the ground by the bench you were sat on, asking with a big grin, “d’you want a mint as well before we do the do?” making you slap him for being so tactless on how to be romantic, followed by a giggle at his antics and a “yes.” While the mints were being consumed, Lev was telling you about the team, ranting on about what he needed to improve and how much fun he had there. Suddenly he stopped, a beat of silence before he asked carefully, “have you swallowed yours yet?”
You swallowed it on accident just because he asked which made you choke a bit. He immediately leaned towards you, his face incredibly close to your own, which made you cough a bit more. After you calmed down a bit he leaned in and kissed you, smiling brightly afterwards saying, “I bet the kiss made it all better!”
summary: miya atsumu loves you for years, but you weren’t ready yet.
now playing: lifetime by ben&ben
note: hi, anon! enjoy!!! lmk what you think!!! hihi.
Everyone from Inarizaki’s side rose from their seats and cheered as soon as the ball landed on the orange court. You watched Atsumu and Osamu staring at each other in disbelief. After months of hardwork, they’ve finally achieved one of their goals for that year—to defeat the crows before they graduate.
Atsumu’s eyes scanned the audience area with his bright eyes. As soon as he laid his eyes on you, he raised his arm while smiling from ear to ear. Your classmates, who were sitting next to you, nudged your sides making you more flustered that you already were.
“Did Miya Atsumu just—?”
“In our section? Unbelievable.”
You looked down at your shoes to drown the noise that surrounds you. Including the non-existent sound of your heartbeat.
‘His hardwork and stubborness really paid-off this time.’ You smiled in relief, knowing that Atsumu would probably ramble on and on and on about today’s event while you’re walking back to the inn with them. ‘He really loves what he’s doing.’ You finally stood properly and looked at his direction. ‘His eyes seems more lively than usual. And to be honest, the smile he’s wearing now is better than looking at his puffy cheeks and pouty lips when he’s upset.’
Since that was the last match of Inarizaki on that day, you picked up everything you brought with you and followed your classmates on their way out.
While walking down the hallway towards the exit, you heard your voice being called. His voice was so loud that you could still hear it despite of the noisy crowd in that place. “Sensei, may I speak with her for a moment?”
“Take your time, Miya,” your homeroom teacher replied. “Congratulations on winning the match.”
“Thank you, sensei,” he said before holding your hand. “Let’s go!”
Your heart begins to race as you look at his hand that was tightly holding your hand, as if he was afraid of losing you. The warmth of his hand was enough to keep your hand warm on that cold day.
If only you could always do this whenever you like.
Atsumu stopped and opened the door that leads to the emergency stairs. He pulled you inside before facing you.
“Y/N...”
“H-Hm?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for years, and... well, I’ve asked Osamu, Aran-san, and Kita-san about it too,” he began before rubbing the back of his neck.
His awkward stance made you question if you were really with the confident Atsumu that you’ve been friends with for years. Gone the proud look on his face and the confident voice that he usually sport.
“If... If you don’t mind...” He looked into your eyes before taking a deep breath. “C-Can we be more than just friends?”
Then, there was silence.
Silence and your racing heart that’s pounding against your chest.
You couldn’t believe what you’re hearing from his lips. He actually said the words that you thought would never come from him. Words that hebwould probably said in one of your dreams.
He actually said it.
‘But...’ You looked at Atsumu’s flushed cheeks as he kept his eyes tightly shut. ‘What if... What if our relationship doesn’t work out? Will I still be able to see his smile up close? Will I be able to keep up with him?’
You squeezed hand as you exhaled. “Atsumu...” You watch his eyes look at yours with anticipation. You can’t... You can’t lose this chance to be with him for long time. But... “I... I’m sorry, Tsumu. I’m... I’m not ready yet.”
...You don’t want to lose what you have with him.
Years had passed since the day Miya Atsumu asked you out. There was regret, yes, but looking at your relationship with him and his twin, it was worth it. Probably.
“Oi. Tsumu, take a break for a bit.” You took the bottle from his bag along with his dry towel. “You might end up pulling a muscle or two if you abuse your body.”
“Just three more times.”
“You’ve said that earlier and you haven’t stopped yet.”
He huffed.
“Fine,” he grumbled as he made his way towards you. He gladly took the water bottle and the towel from your hand before you sat on the nearby bench. “You’re early today,” he pointed out before taking another sip from his bottle.
“Well, I was able to complete my task earlier than usual too. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt if I’d come here earlier too.”
“Hm...” He sat on the empty spot next to you before he leaned against your shoulder. “You wouldn’t make me join a mixers like Osamu does, right?”
You bit your lower lip while looking away from his sweaty head. “T-There’s... He means well, right? I-It’s been months since you’ve last—”
“Are you going to push me away again?”
“Atsumu...”
He sat up straight and looked into your eyes. “I’ve tried to keep myself from falling for you since the day you rejected me. I’ve tried going out with women that were interested in me and I find interesting, but none of them could replace you. None.”
“I’m sorry.” You bit your quivering lips after your voice broke. “I’m...”
“Y/N...” He gently cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears on your cheeks. “I’m not blaming you. I understand that you were not ready yet. And that’s alright...”
He placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead before forcing a smile. “Atsumu...”
He cleared his throat before rising from his seat. “Ahem. I’ll take a quick bath now. I can’t be late for that event.” Atsumu began to walk away from you and each step that he take tears your heart apart.
‘What if... What if this time... this time I’ll lose him for good? What if he finally finds someone who could...? I should be happy for him, right?’
Fear and sadness filled your mind with the thought of losing him for good. Fear, sadness and pain. Something that you’ve felt before when he dated all those women in the past.
Each time he dates someone, it felt like he was slipping away from you. As if you’re about to lose him for good.
“Sumu... d-don’t go,” you whispered as you quickly wiped the tears from your eyes. “Please...”
You sniffed and waited for his response.
But he didn’t say anything.
‘Maybe it was already too late to say those words.’
Argument and Breakup with Suna Rintaro - 450 words, pure angst
You have given everything to Suna Rintarou.
Worked your ass off just so you can get into Hiroshima University, and move in along with him when he signed with EJP Raijin. Endured bouts of loneliness when he travels abroad for competitions. Supported him in any way possible - cooking, cleaning, maintaining a household just so you can be sure he gets enough rest.
You’ve done everything you’ve ever could. And yet, you must face the fact that you have to give up your place in his life.
He refuses to acknowledge it.
He refused to even tell you about the amazing offer he got to play in France, claiming when you find out about the offer from his frantic manager that it’s a non-starter, he’s never going to leave you. His mother calls you, his manager begs you - you capitulate, as you always do when confronted with what’s best for him.
“Rin”, you plead. “Take the offer. Go to Paris.”
He stares at you blankly.
“Let’s have dinner”, he says, as if you haven’t spoken. As if you haven’t brought this conversation at least ten times before. But you are tenacious when it comes to his well-being, so you set your jaw and refuse to let him run this time.
“Rin”, you say again. “Stop avoiding the topic. You know it’s for the best -”
“Absolutely not”, he snaps, chopsticks clattering against his rice bowl. “I’m not taking the offer.”
“Is it because of me?”, you ask, and his silence gives you the answer you already knew.
His eyes flash with anger, lips pursed to signal frustration. You know you’re wearing his patience down but you tell yourself it’s all for his own good. It’s like amputating an infected limb - you need to grit your teeth and slash at the ropes tethering him to you with cold efficiency, let him spread his wings and seek out a better, brighter world that you have no place in.
“Let’s break up”, you say, voice wobbling but without any room for argument.
His mouth opens and closes and for once, cool, collected Suna Rintarou loses his composure.
No, he manages to breathe, clutches at your hand like it’s the only thing stopping him from drowning. Please, he says after dinner, when it’s your turn to disregard his arguments on why you two should stay together as you pack your bags. Don’t go, he whispers as you finally slam the door.
You barely make it to the lift. You collapse into tears when you reach the ground floor. You only manage to force yourself to stagger away from the home you’ve built with Rin by telling yourself that it’s for the best.
You need to let him go.
a/n: as requested by the lovely chloe @sunasbabie - don’t come for me, y’all requested that i post it today!!!
