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“atsumu, do i even want to hear it?” you sigh, pinching your nose and exhaling. he pouts, looking at you with curled lips and furrowed brows as you stare back unimpressed.
atsumu asking you not to get mad is almost always a headache-inducing scheme that probably takes a few years off your life, and you’re not really in the mood to test your mortality for your handful of a husband at the moment. but something tells you he’s not going to drop it any time soon, so you simply sigh before motioning for him to continue.
“okay, i’m ready,” you say warily, “spit it out before i get a migraine.”
“i…uh, i can’t find ma weddin’ ring,” he says quietly, fiddling with his fingers as he refuses to meet your eyes. you blink, processing his words before they really register.
oh.
and now that you look closely, there’s almost a slight tremble to his lips, the tiniest wobble that he tries to fight back as he meets your eyes with glossy ones of his own. and suddenly, your heart clenches as you take a step forward and cup his cheek.
“aw, tsum,” you murmur, tracing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb, reaching to pinch his nose affectionately with your other hand, “that’s okay. we can go find you a new one, a fancier one this time now that we have more—”
“but ‘ts not the same,” he sniffles, pouting at you deeper as he leans his face closer into your hand.
atsumu proposes to you the night before his first msby game, just a young rookie player with the beginning of a career beneath his feet. he accidentally blurts out please marry me when you squeal over his new jersey, and when you pause, shock clear on your face as you shakily whisper that’s not fair, tsum, he pulls out a ring from his pockets like he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks.
and he has—he’s young and hasn’t even made a decent earning yet, doesn’t even fully know how his credit score works, still calls his mother to ask how to start the laundry machine, but he knows he wants to marry you like he knows the ball will be ready for his teammates to spike as long as he’s on the court.
so you kiss him in your dingy little living room, tearfully pulling him close after you whisper yes, and he slides the best diamond he can afford with his carefully earned savings onto your finger. it’s the same ring that he’s been trying to lump together enough money to buy, the one he’s had his heart set on for a while now. and when you blow him a small kiss from the bleachers before his turn to serve the next day, the slight glimmer of the ring catching his eye, he brings you home the most service aces of the game.
and he’s come a long way since then—a starting setter for a v. league division one team, sponsorship offers left and right, magazine covers as a well-known athlete, an olympic champion. you’ve watched him grow, watched him beam proudly as you move into a larger home, one with fancy windows and hardwood floors, but you watch him stay the same atsumu you fall in love with when you’re just figuring out how the world works and where you fall in it.
he’s still the same atsumu who snores too loud and hogs the blanket, the same atsumu who can’t cook to save his life but makes you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had, the same atsumu who wears mismatched socks and never checks his pockets before he puts his pants in the laundry. he’s still the same atsumu who calls his brother a scrub but helps clean the onigiri miya tables during closing hours on his way home from practice, the same atsumu who sometimes gets homesick and misses his mom after he calls her every morning, the same atsumu who never falls asleep without pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering i love ya no matter how mad you are at each other before bed.
so you smile, squeeze his cheeks together as he looks at you miserably, pressing scattered kisses across his face like the sun meets your lips with each one.
“did you check the bathroom counter,” you raise a brow, giggling when his face flushes a light shade of crimson.
“i might’ve forgotten about that one,” he chuckles sheepishly, “ya might not want ta go in the bedroom for a while—’s a mess in there.”
“you tore up our whole bedroom before checking there?” you roll your eyes, making the pout return from earlier. and he’s still the same atsumu who makes your veins pop and your eyes roll, the same atsumu who’s as stubborn as he is obnoxious, the same atsumu who makes you question your choices at least three times a day—but you think he’s worth it when his eyes meet yours and the breath gets knocked from your lungs.
“i’ll clean it,” he defends, “ya’ll be able ta eat off the floor when ‘m done in there.”
“we’ll be lucky if we still have a floor anymore when you’re done trying to clean,” you snort, pinching his cheek as he scowls at you. and with a playful roll of his eyes, he plants two warm hands on your waist, familiar and safe as they pull you flush against a sturdy chest.
miya atsumu, when he kisses you just as sweetly as the first time, as the night he proposes to you, as the day he marries you, as he did last night and the night before that, reminds you just why you said yes all those years ago.
“don’t be mean,” he grumbles, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, “if i lose ma ring, ya’ll have no proof ‘m yer husband. what then?”
“then i’ll do this so everyone knows you’re my husband,” you wink cheekily before pressing another kiss to his lips, smiling into them as he melts against you with a soft sigh.
for my love sayu's champagne kisses collab @tahdashii !! sjdsdfh technically it's about a wedding ring instead of an actual wedding but i hope it counts sobsob
Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.
You remember your promise that you’d come back and be reunited with your summer fling. I’ll come back, you had cried, hugging the boy who had changed your life over the course of one season. I promise.
You cringe at the memory. No matter how serious you were with your over-dramatic declaration, it was still embarrassing. And your behavior following - the pathetic crying as the family van brought your summer vacation to a dismal end and the holing up in your room, vowing never to come out, declaring your life was over, and you would never see him again - was even more so.
But you decide to cut yourself some slack. On your summer vacation, you met a boy. You assumed that he’d be the summer fling you read about in romance stories or saw on social media (totally fabricated.) You’d take picturesque photos together, save a seashell that they collected for you, brag about to your friends. Your summer fling is someone you could be your true self, knowing that if they didn’t like you for it, you could turn away and never see them again.
Although that part didn’t really go to plan, because your summer fling had not only embraced who you truly were, but he seemed to cherish that. And in turn, you found yourself falling for him after every sunset you watched together.
It was not what you had expected. Falling in love was never mentioned in any of the blogs you found online, it wasn’t anything your friends had gushed about when they shared their stories of summer love. (More like lust, you had thought.)
But when it came to Miya Atsumu, with hair as golden as the summer sun, and a heart as deep as the ocean, you didn’t care that your summer fling didn’t live up to expectations. Because he had smashed them instead.
It had started with a simple game of beach volleyball. You played volleyball for school, so you were drawn to the boys playing on the lone sand court. You had been captivated, in particular by one of the players who had a killer serve and dropped setter dumps like it was no big deal. But of course every time he had he wasted no time shoving it in the other players’ faces.
Your presence didn’t go unnoticed by them, and eventually you were cajoled into joining the pick up volleyball game they organized. And it was then you had learned his name.
Miya Atsumu, he said with a dazzling smile. I’ll be sure to go easy on ya.
I’ll do the same, you replied with an equally saccharine smile. His eyes had flashed, and you felt the familiar competitive fire light within.
Competitive to a fault, your friends had told you in the past. And you had reaped the “reward” of your cocky attitude, as Miya Atsumu sent every serve your way and wasted no time in sending a setter dump just in front on you on the sand.
Good game! I’d be more than happy to give you some pointers so you would’ve suck next time, yeah?
Irritation burned on your skin, more than the sunburn agitated by the sand chafing on your sensitive skin, and even more than the sting of defeat. His twin brother immediately swooped over and apologized for him. But you gave Atsumu the sweetest smile and said you’d be back tomorrow. You had to show him up, even if it meant scooping more sand than digs and almost rolling your ankle again and again.
And you did show up, beating him a few times and letting him win other games. But the absolute best games were the ones when you both got to be on the same team. Once Atsumu found out you were a volleyball player he sent his best sets to you, pushing you to jump higher and hit harder. It was intoxicating playing with him, and despite the handicap you had from playing in the sand, you felt you had never played better.
But despite his competitive spirit, Atsumu also held a caring side. One time you actually hurt yourself, almost a week after you joined the casual yet structured games. Atsumu carried you off the sand and onto a bench, gentle in his actions. He worked with you through stretches and holding your ankle so gently, making sure you were okay. And he was adamant on walking you back to the summer home your family was staying in.
(You sap! You remember his brother Osamu calling after you both. Zip yer lid! ‘M always this nice! Atsumu bellowed back. You tried not to let a blush take over your face, but by the sly smile Suna sent your way you figured you weren’t doing very well with that.)
If playing with Atsumu was the hot, fast, energy of the sun, spending time with him off the court was the soothing blue waters of the ocean. It was no less intoxicating, but the slow walks on the beach, sharing an ice cream cone, or playing in the water exposed you to a side of Atsumu you never would have guessed possible.
Laying on the warm sand at night, staring up at the crystal clear skies together. The stars twinkling down at you both, you both let free any remaining inhibitions and delved in your deepest secrets.
How Atsumu would do whatever it took to play professional volleyball. How inadequate you felt coming upon the conclusion of your high school career with the expectation of going out into the world and becoming something worthwhile.
(At that confession, Atsumu rolled over so he hovered over you. Sand stuck to the underside of his arms rained down on you, but you were distracted by the look in his eyes, intense even in the low light.
You are incredible. Your existence is the most valuable and worthwhile thing you can do. The only thing that would make it better is you doing something that would make you happy.
The conviction in his words, from a boy you only knew for a summer, gave you the strength to pull him close and show how thankful you were for his belief in you.)
You spent hours with Miya Atsumu, and while your days together were numbered you never thought of how unfortunate that was. You were only thankful that you were allowed to bask in the presence of his greatness, to brush shoulders with someone as fiery as a shooting star, racing across the sky to what would surely be his next grand adventure. You were grateful to have held the attention of someone who is meant for greater things.
Of course you exchanged numbers and socials and became friends on any available platform. But after your tearful goodbye, and the summer nostalgia faded away, apprehension overtook you. Could you reach out to Atsumu? He never reached out to you. He performed the obligatory “likes” on any photos or posts you made, but that was it.
As autumn came and the school year had started, you slowly emerged from your slump of lost love and you were able to get back into the swing of things. Classes were harder, club volleyball was much more serious, and future decisions lied on the horizon. Any lingering, nostalgic feelings for Atsumu withered like the dead leaves on the trees. You couldn’t spend time daydreaming about Atsumu. He was a summer fling for god’s sake.
Summer flings aren’t meant to last long, that’s the whole point of them. They’re meant for fooling around, trying things you wouldn’t dare try back home. Having your first kiss at a bonfire on the beach, or holding hands as the ocean waves crashed over you.
Laughing more than you ever thought possible. Feeing more at peace than you ever had before.
Those cherished memories were the ones that kept you warm in the coldest of winter nights. When your brain would admonish you for foolishly holding Atsumu to such high standards, while your heart wanted nothing more than to be with him.
But when spring arrived, hope blossomed.
A family vacation was booked. You were going back to that same beach with your family. You would be there for the first sunset of summer. You could see Atsumu again.
That hope bloomed into a fixation, borderline obsession, as the school year came to a close and the family roadtrip to the beach grew nearer. The promise you made to Atsumu, to meet him on the beach to watch the first sunset of the summer with him, was your nightly mantra - the last thought you had before drifting to sleep.
Was it crazy? To hope that something as silly as summer romance could transcend into something not bound by the simple changing of seasons?
And now, as the van pulls into the same beach house your parents rent every year, you carry a wary sense of anticipation.
“We’re here!” Your dad shouts from the front of the car. The car occupants exit, stumbling around to stretch cramped limbs and shake out any pinpricks from sitting for so long. You take in the house, and it’s weathered shutters, the cheerful beds of flowers swaying in the breeze, a large willow tree just waiting for you to run your fingers through its branches.
(You remember a late night of Atsumu gently pushing you against the tree, kissing your deeply as the leaves kept you hidden from any passerby's. It was terrifying and thrilling and you for sure thought this was what summer flings were.)
The next hour is a chaotic mess of moving bags and totes into the house, assigning bedrooms and packing away supplies. Your mom was adamant on unpacking everything properly before heading to the beach, while your father was rushing around with your younger brother to put away everything quick quick so we could run down to the ocean. You were on their side, although you did what you could to help your mom out.
Sunset was fast approaching, and you had someone to meet.
Finally, finally, the last bag is unpacked, the final pair of shoes finding their proper place by the door, and your mom is content with the way things are. You barrel out the back door and spill directly onto the beach. The setting sun reflects off the shimmering water, basking the beachside golden. Other families and couples walk along the shoreline, laughing and talking and enjoying the last rays of the official first summer sun.
You take it all in for a second before you’re running to the sand courts. It’s a ways down, and you find yourself sprinting against time. You’re doing everything that you can to meet Atsumu before it’s too late.
Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.
The sand is uneven and not ideal for running, but you don’t care. You refuse to break this promise. How could you - it was the easiest of asks, one that if broken could cause unparalleled damage to the person who you would never want to hurt. You will not hurt Miya Atsumu, you will not break this promise.
You can’t even consider the idea that he wouldn’t meet you there. From every moment you spent with him last summer he was nothing but reliable. In how he treated his friends and brother (poorly to an outsider, but the teasing is rooted in years of friendship), the strangers who joined their games (overconfident and maybe rude, but always quick to shake their hands in good sportsmanship and provide tips to younger players), even your own parents and younger brother (polite and courteous, not hesitating to bump the volleyball with your dad and brother.)
How he treated you, as if you were a marvel on your own. Like you were as important as the moon is to the ocean’s tide, as bright as the summer sun, as sweet as a shared ice cream cone. Atsumu treated you as if you, the real you, was the most valuable thing in the world.
The golden sunset hour is beginning to fade, as you finally make it to the sand volleyball courts. They’re deserted, which isn’t that surprising, as games rarely went on past sunset. A few people are lingering, some walking away with arms and legs covered in sand. Your attention isn’t on any of them - it’s on the boy sitting in the sand by the water.
Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. It’s him, it’s Atsumu. You would recognize him anywhere - from his broad back and strong shoulders, to the golden hair shinning in the light. He kept his promise, as he sits facing the ocean and watching the sunset. And now it’s your turn.
Your heart is thumping in your chest as you approach, brain running wildly in your head. What do you say? How do you say it? Is Atsumu even here for you? Does he remember you? Does he want anything to do with you?
You’re close enough now that you can call out to him, and there are two scenarios that play out in your mind. One, is that he turns and gives you a weird look, unable to remember this weirdo who knows his name. (Um, do I know ya? Can I help ya? Jeez, these tourists.) Or two, he’ll turn to greet you with a smile and a friendly wave. (Hey, long time no see! I’m surprised to see ya, how have you been?) Obviously option two is better than option one, and while your heart may yearn for something more grand, you would be happy to settle with fond remembrance and a handshake.
Before you can say anything, Atsumu turns and looks behind him. He’s quick to meet your gaze and you watch as his eyes widen to saucers and he quickly scrambles to his feet.
“Y/N?” He says. The cautious optimism you hear in his voice fills you with cautious optimism, pumped through your veins as your heart beats faster.
“Hi Atsumu.”
The greeting is all the signal Atsumu needs before he bounds forward and wraps you in his arms. You feel your feet leave the ground as Atsumu lifts you up and swings you in a circle. You’re helpless to do anything but grab onto his shoulders, a startled laugh escaping past your lips.
But it’s minuscule compared to the joyous laughter that Atsumu lets out. He laughs and swings you around and holds you tight in his arms. Soon after he sets you back in the sand, but he refuses to let you go, instead bringing you close to his chest and leaning his head against yours. From your place you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his laughter is still mingled with his breathing.
Huh, he must have missed me too.
“I can’t believe yer here!” Atsumu slightly pulls away, only enough so he can cup your face in his hands and stare at you. You see wonder and awe and something more in his bright eyes. You’re certain that the same look is reflected in yours.
“I could say the same,” you tell him. You bring a hand up to hold his that still cradle your face. “I really really hoped you would be here, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Same! This was the longest year of my life, and I was so scared ya wouldn’t show.” Some of the light in Atsumu’s eyes is dimmed as his smile ebbs away. “Honestly, I was certain ya would hate me since I never texted ya or anythin’. But my idiotic brother smashed my phone not even a day after ya left and I had to get a new number and I lost yers and I was honestly tempted to strangle my brother but then my ma said I couldn’t and-”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You interrupt his rambling and bring a hand up to soothe Atsumu. His face is warm from the summer sun, the tanned skin smooth under your touch. “It’s fine, I’m not upset with you or anything.”
Atsumu sighs, in relief or dejection you’re not quite sure. “I know, but I coulda messaged ya on social or somethin’ but by the time I got my new phone it was already a week since ya left and I thought ya woulda forgotten me.”
That thought makes you pause and you don’t hesitate to hold Atsumu’s face in your own hands. “I don’t think I could ever forget you Atsumu. I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like me.” You can see Atsumu open his mouth to argue but you cut him off with a quick kiss. You can feel him smile into it before reciprocating. His arms wrap around you and bring you close.
The summer love you felt last year returns full force, massive in it’s impact as it crashes into you. You were silly to think that a love as large as the ocean would wash away. It’s continuous in it’s give and take, crashing into you like the blue waves cascading along the shoreline, reaffirming its presence with every smile Atsumu gives you.
After you break apart, you smile up at Atsumu and meet his gentle eyes. You’re close enough that you can see the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. “I am really glad to see you.”
He smiles wider, brushing his nose against yours and quietly replies. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
Together you turn back towards the ocean, quiet as the summer sun sets over the horizon. It’s the end of the first day of summer, but it’s the beginning of a love that will span countless of sunsets.
Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.
You remember your promise that you’d come back and be reunited with your summer fling. I’ll come back, you had cried, hugging the boy who had changed your life over the course of one season. I promise.
You cringe at the memory. No matter how serious you were with your over-dramatic declaration, it was still embarrassing. And your behavior following - the pathetic crying as the family van brought your summer vacation to a dismal end and the holing up in your room, vowing never to come out, declaring your life was over, and you would never see him again - was even more so.
But you decide to cut yourself some slack. On your summer vacation, you met a boy. You assumed that he’d be the summer fling you read about in romance stories or saw on social media (totally fabricated.) You’d take picturesque photos together, save a seashell that they collected for you, brag about to your friends. Your summer fling is someone you could be your true self, knowing that if they didn’t like you for it, you could turn away and never see them again.
Although that part didn’t really go to plan, because your summer fling had not only embraced who you truly were, but he seemed to cherish that. And in turn, you found yourself falling for him after every sunset you watched together.
It was not what you had expected. Falling in love was never mentioned in any of the blogs you found online, it wasn’t anything your friends had gushed about when they shared their stories of summer love. (More like lust, you had thought.)
But when it came to Miya Atsumu, with hair as golden as the summer sun, and a heart as deep as the ocean, you didn’t care that your summer fling didn’t live up to expectations. Because he had smashed them instead.
It had started with a simple game of beach volleyball. You played volleyball for school, so you were drawn to the boys playing on the lone sand court. You had been captivated, in particular by one of the players who had a killer serve and dropped setter dumps like it was no big deal. But of course every time he had he wasted no time shoving it in the other players’ faces.
Your presence didn’t go unnoticed by them, and eventually you were cajoled into joining the pick up volleyball game they organized. And it was then you had learned his name.
Miya Atsumu, he said with a dazzling smile. I’ll be sure to go easy on ya.
I’ll do the same, you replied with an equally saccharine smile. His eyes had flashed, and you felt the familiar competitive fire light within.
Competitive to a fault, your friends had told you in the past. And you had reaped the “reward” of your cocky attitude, as Miya Atsumu sent every serve your way and wasted no time in sending a setter dump just in front on you on the sand.
Good game! I’d be more than happy to give you some pointers so you would’ve suck next time, yeah?
Irritation burned on your skin, more than the sunburn agitated by the sand chafing on your sensitive skin, and even more than the sting of defeat. His twin brother immediately swooped over and apologized for him. But you gave Atsumu the sweetest smile and said you’d be back tomorrow. You had to show him up, even if it meant scooping more sand than digs and almost rolling your ankle again and again.
And you did show up, beating him a few times and letting him win other games. But the absolute best games were the ones when you both got to be on the same team. Once Atsumu found out you were a volleyball player he sent his best sets to you, pushing you to jump higher and hit harder. It was intoxicating playing with him, and despite the handicap you had from playing in the sand, you felt you had never played better.
But despite his competitive spirit, Atsumu also held a caring side. One time you actually hurt yourself, almost a week after you joined the casual yet structured games. Atsumu carried you off the sand and onto a bench, gentle in his actions. He worked with you through stretches and holding your ankle so gently, making sure you were okay. And he was adamant on walking you back to the summer home your family was staying in.
(You sap! You remember his brother Osamu calling after you both. Zip yer lid! ‘M always this nice! Atsumu bellowed back. You tried not to let a blush take over your face, but by the sly smile Suna sent your way you figured you weren’t doing very well with that.)
If playing with Atsumu was the hot, fast, energy of the sun, spending time with him off the court was the soothing blue waters of the ocean. It was no less intoxicating, but the slow walks on the beach, sharing an ice cream cone, or playing in the water exposed you to a side of Atsumu you never would have guessed possible.
Laying on the warm sand at night, staring up at the crystal clear skies together. The stars twinkling down at you both, you both let free any remaining inhibitions and delved in your deepest secrets.
How Atsumu would do whatever it took to play professional volleyball. How inadequate you felt coming upon the conclusion of your high school career with the expectation of going out into the world and becoming something worthwhile.
(At that confession, Atsumu rolled over so he hovered over you. Sand stuck to the underside of his arms rained down on you, but you were distracted by the look in his eyes, intense even in the low light.
You are incredible. Your existence is the most valuable and worthwhile thing you can do. The only thing that would make it better is you doing something that would make you happy.
The conviction in his words, from a boy you only knew for a summer, gave you the strength to pull him close and show how thankful you were for his belief in you.)
You spent hours with Miya Atsumu, and while your days together were numbered you never thought of how unfortunate that was. You were only thankful that you were allowed to bask in the presence of his greatness, to brush shoulders with someone as fiery as a shooting star, racing across the sky to what would surely be his next grand adventure. You were grateful to have held the attention of someone who is meant for greater things.
Of course you exchanged numbers and socials and became friends on any available platform. But after your tearful goodbye, and the summer nostalgia faded away, apprehension overtook you. Could you reach out to Atsumu? He never reached out to you. He performed the obligatory “likes” on any photos or posts you made, but that was it.
As autumn came and the school year had started, you slowly emerged from your slump of lost love and you were able to get back into the swing of things. Classes were harder, club volleyball was much more serious, and future decisions lied on the horizon. Any lingering, nostalgic feelings for Atsumu withered like the dead leaves on the trees. You couldn’t spend time daydreaming about Atsumu. He was a summer fling for god’s sake.
Summer flings aren’t meant to last long, that’s the whole point of them. They’re meant for fooling around, trying things you wouldn’t dare try back home. Having your first kiss at a bonfire on the beach, or holding hands as the ocean waves crashed over you.
Laughing more than you ever thought possible. Feeing more at peace than you ever had before.
Those cherished memories were the ones that kept you warm in the coldest of winter nights. When your brain would admonish you for foolishly holding Atsumu to such high standards, while your heart wanted nothing more than to be with him.
But when spring arrived, hope blossomed.
A family vacation was booked. You were going back to that same beach with your family. You would be there for the first sunset of summer. You could see Atsumu again.
That hope bloomed into a fixation, borderline obsession, as the school year came to a close and the family roadtrip to the beach grew nearer. The promise you made to Atsumu, to meet him on the beach to watch the first sunset of the summer with him, was your nightly mantra - the last thought you had before drifting to sleep.
Was it crazy? To hope that something as silly as summer romance could transcend into something not bound by the simple changing of seasons?
And now, as the van pulls into the same beach house your parents rent every year, you carry a wary sense of anticipation.
“We’re here!” Your dad shouts from the front of the car. The car occupants exit, stumbling around to stretch cramped limbs and shake out any pinpricks from sitting for so long. You take in the house, and it’s weathered shutters, the cheerful beds of flowers swaying in the breeze, a large willow tree just waiting for you to run your fingers through its branches.
(You remember a late night of Atsumu gently pushing you against the tree, kissing your deeply as the leaves kept you hidden from any passerby's. It was terrifying and thrilling and you for sure thought this was what summer flings were.)
The next hour is a chaotic mess of moving bags and totes into the house, assigning bedrooms and packing away supplies. Your mom was adamant on unpacking everything properly before heading to the beach, while your father was rushing around with your younger brother to put away everything quick quick so we could run down to the ocean. You were on their side, although you did what you could to help your mom out.
Sunset was fast approaching, and you had someone to meet.
Finally, finally, the last bag is unpacked, the final pair of shoes finding their proper place by the door, and your mom is content with the way things are. You barrel out the back door and spill directly onto the beach. The setting sun reflects off the shimmering water, basking the beachside golden. Other families and couples walk along the shoreline, laughing and talking and enjoying the last rays of the official first summer sun.
You take it all in for a second before you’re running to the sand courts. It’s a ways down, and you find yourself sprinting against time. You’re doing everything that you can to meet Atsumu before it’s too late.
Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.
The sand is uneven and not ideal for running, but you don’t care. You refuse to break this promise. How could you - it was the easiest of asks, one that if broken could cause unparalleled damage to the person who you would never want to hurt. You will not hurt Miya Atsumu, you will not break this promise.
You can’t even consider the idea that he wouldn’t meet you there. From every moment you spent with him last summer he was nothing but reliable. In how he treated his friends and brother (poorly to an outsider, but the teasing is rooted in years of friendship), the strangers who joined their games (overconfident and maybe rude, but always quick to shake their hands in good sportsmanship and provide tips to younger players), even your own parents and younger brother (polite and courteous, not hesitating to bump the volleyball with your dad and brother.)
How he treated you, as if you were a marvel on your own. Like you were as important as the moon is to the ocean’s tide, as bright as the summer sun, as sweet as a shared ice cream cone. Atsumu treated you as if you, the real you, was the most valuable thing in the world.
The golden sunset hour is beginning to fade, as you finally make it to the sand volleyball courts. They’re deserted, which isn’t that surprising, as games rarely went on past sunset. A few people are lingering, some walking away with arms and legs covered in sand. Your attention isn’t on any of them - it’s on the boy sitting in the sand by the water.
Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. It’s him, it’s Atsumu. You would recognize him anywhere - from his broad back and strong shoulders, to the golden hair shinning in the light. He kept his promise, as he sits facing the ocean and watching the sunset. And now it’s your turn.
Your heart is thumping in your chest as you approach, brain running wildly in your head. What do you say? How do you say it? Is Atsumu even here for you? Does he remember you? Does he want anything to do with you?
You’re close enough now that you can call out to him, and there are two scenarios that play out in your mind. One, is that he turns and gives you a weird look, unable to remember this weirdo who knows his name. (Um, do I know ya? Can I help ya? Jeez, these tourists.) Or two, he’ll turn to greet you with a smile and a friendly wave. (Hey, long time no see! I’m surprised to see ya, how have you been?) Obviously option two is better than option one, and while your heart may yearn for something more grand, you would be happy to settle with fond remembrance and a handshake.
Before you can say anything, Atsumu turns and looks behind him. He’s quick to meet your gaze and you watch as his eyes widen to saucers and he quickly scrambles to his feet.
“Y/N?” He says. The cautious optimism you hear in his voice fills you with cautious optimism, pumped through your veins as your heart beats faster.
“Hi Atsumu.”
The greeting is all the signal Atsumu needs before he bounds forward and wraps you in his arms. You feel your feet leave the ground as Atsumu lifts you up and swings you in a circle. You’re helpless to do anything but grab onto his shoulders, a startled laugh escaping past your lips.
But it’s minuscule compared to the joyous laughter that Atsumu lets out. He laughs and swings you around and holds you tight in his arms. Soon after he sets you back in the sand, but he refuses to let you go, instead bringing you close to his chest and leaning his head against yours. From your place you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his laughter is still mingled with his breathing.
Huh, he must have missed me too.
“I can’t believe yer here!” Atsumu slightly pulls away, only enough so he can cup your face in his hands and stare at you. You see wonder and awe and something more in his bright eyes. You’re certain that the same look is reflected in yours.
“I could say the same,” you tell him. You bring a hand up to hold his that still cradle your face. “I really really hoped you would be here, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Same! This was the longest year of my life, and I was so scared ya wouldn’t show.” Some of the light in Atsumu’s eyes is dimmed as his smile ebbs away. “Honestly, I was certain ya would hate me since I never texted ya or anythin’. But my idiotic brother smashed my phone not even a day after ya left and I had to get a new number and I lost yers and I was honestly tempted to strangle my brother but then my ma said I couldn’t and-”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You interrupt his rambling and bring a hand up to soothe Atsumu. His face is warm from the summer sun, the tanned skin smooth under your touch. “It’s fine, I’m not upset with you or anything.”
Atsumu sighs, in relief or dejection you’re not quite sure. “I know, but I coulda messaged ya on social or somethin’ but by the time I got my new phone it was already a week since ya left and I thought ya woulda forgotten me.”
That thought makes you pause and you don’t hesitate to hold Atsumu’s face in your own hands. “I don’t think I could ever forget you Atsumu. I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like me.” You can see Atsumu open his mouth to argue but you cut him off with a quick kiss. You can feel him smile into it before reciprocating. His arms wrap around you and bring you close.
The summer love you felt last year returns full force, massive in it’s impact as it crashes into you. You were silly to think that a love as large as the ocean would wash away. It’s continuous in it’s give and take, crashing into you like the blue waves cascading along the shoreline, reaffirming its presence with every smile Atsumu gives you.
After you break apart, you smile up at Atsumu and meet his gentle eyes. You’re close enough that you can see the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. “I am really glad to see you.”
He smiles wider, brushing his nose against yours and quietly replies. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
Together you turn back towards the ocean, quiet as the summer sun sets over the horizon. It’s the end of the first day of summer, but it’s the beginning of a love that will span countless of sunsets.
Miya Atsumu x Reader, Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Reader (2.8k wc)
⚠️WARNING (PLEASE HEED): Hurt, mentions of pet death, grief, bereavement, comfort
REQUEST: I have to put my dog down today sadly, so I’d like it be comfort for that topic
A/N: I received this comfort request and while my requests are closed I had to write it. Losing any pet is more than losing the animal - it’s losing the family member who is there for you and will never judge you. I just want to warn that this is REALLY sad (I cried writing it) - so please do not read if mentions of a pet passing away is going to trigger you.
MIYA ATSUMU
Atsumu loved your dog nearly as much as you did
And honestly some days you weren’t sure if it was YOUR dog or his
(But of course it changed when you both moved in together and your dog became our dog)
She was an old girl, going blind in one eye, and had a bad limp, but she was your baby
She was there for you when you were sad, she ran through the tall grass and brought home a collection of sticks on walks
It was years of joy and companionship - maybe even more than what Atsumu gave you
That joy tripled when the long walks had the addition of Atsumu racing your dog down the path, or solitary snuggles became cuddle piles with you, Atsumu and your dog together on the couch or bed
But life moves on, we grow older, our bodies change
And because life is cruel, your dog’s painfully short time on Earth had come to an end
It was the most difficult decision you had to make - the vet offered surgery to prolong her life, medication that would maybe make her joints ache less
But you knew it was her time
When you had set the appointment with your vet, you immediately called Atsumu after - he thought you’d been shot when you just started sobbing on the phone
But as soon as he realized what happened he left practice early, claiming a family emergency, and raced home
He would skip practice until the day of the appointment, being a solid presence at your side and spending as much time with his precious baby as he could
(Part of you always hated how much Atsumu played up his love for your dog over you, but you also knew that he needed this time to grieve)
The day finally came - one last drive together, a short visit inside, and then you and Atsumu were on your way back to an empty apartment
Opening the door to your shared apartment was worse than you had imagined.
Besides your eyes being bloodshot and your nose rubbed raw - the silence you were met with was agonizing. No quick footsteps racing to the front door. No happy barks and tail wagging. The emptiness in your home almost matches the emptiness you feel in your chest, and more tears spring from your eyes.
“It’s okay honey,” Atsumu gently ushers you inside, helping you take your jacket off and remove your shoes. He closes the front door, locks it, and leads you to the couch to sit. You go automatically, no energy to complain.
Atsumu has been the best support for you. He let you spend as much time with your dog the as possible, handling the cooking and cleaning and organizing. He cleared out your dog’s bed, toys, food dish - anything that would remind you of your best friend. He was quiet and thoughtful and what you needed.
You wish you could say you were the same for him - especially since he too is taking the loss hard. But your head is filled with pain and sadness, your heart too heavy to care of anything else.
“Here,” Atsumu comes back into the living room, handing you a mug of tea before sitting down with his own. A box of tissues appears on the coffee table and Atsumu doesn’t hesitate to grab a few from the box and keep them in his hand.
“You don’t have to hold them for me,” you murmur.
“I don’t mind,” Atsumu says back just a quietly. “It may also be for me too.”
More pain pangs at your heart and you turn to face your boyfriend. His eyes have been red-rimmed since waking up this morning, a persistent sniffle plaguing his nose.
“I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “I haven’t been the partner you need right now, especially since you’ve been so kind and helpful to me.”
“Don’t apologize Y/N.” Atsumu meets your eyes with an intense look, only diminished by the grief in his own eyes. “I had the honor of knowing your dog for the past few years, but she was - is - your baby. It’s not going to be easy. And besides, having you here by my side has helped more than you could ever know.”
His words - their meaning, his gentle voice, the arm he puts around you - brings another batch of tears and you feel the sobs building in your throat. Atsumu moves to take your mug, set it on the coffee table, and pull you into his arms.
“It’s okay,” he whispers as you cry against him. “It’s alright, this is hard. I’m so sorry.”
They sound like empty words but you hear the hurt in his voice. And you understand what he means by having him close to keep you together. It won’t automatically heal the hole in your heart, but it’s a start.
KUROO TESTSURO
The passing of your pet cat hit you and Kuroo hard
You had both found him, a tiny little thing, sad and alone and crying
Kuroo immediately went to him, while you checked to see if a momma cat was hiding anywhere
But after chatting with the shop keeper she informed you that the momma cat hasn’t been seen for three days now
That’s all the information Kuroo needs before he scoops up the little black ball of fur, gently wrapping his raincoat around him, and bringing him home
And the rest was history - a history of Kuroo napping in sun spots with your cat, buying a backpack to take him on walks (a leash did NOT work), importing special treats from other countries
Kuroo and him were inseparable - you loved your cat too, but he would instantly leave you and wind himself around Kuroo’s legs the second Kuroo entered the room
You have many pictures in your phone of Kuroo and your cat playing together, and your shared apartment was littered with toys and catnip and a cat tree, proudly assembled by Kuroo himself
(Who justified your cat’s behavior when the animal took to the boxes the tree came in, as if he didn’t spend 2+ hours assembling the monstrous piece)
In Kuroo’s eyes, his cat could do no wrong. He’d defend his “son” forever
Until the day came that your cat passed away
He wasn’t young but it was still far too soon - and adjusting to a life without him was difficult
Kuroo was there for you at every step with a tissue and a hug - you couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for him also
And yet he was keeping himself fairly well composed
He wasn’t emotionless, but he focused on taking care of you and transitioning to a world without his shadow
It was admirable, but you knew sooner or later he would break
You’re not sure what made you wake up, but as soon as you heard the faintest of sniffles you were wide awake.
What is that? Your sleep-addled brain couldn’t place the sound - it wasn’t until you heard a quiet sob that you realized what was happening.
You sat up in the dark, reaching out for your partner Kuroo. Under your grip he froze, sniffling loudly.
“Y/N?” From his tone you could tell he was holding back tears - his usual lazy drawl was clipped, and the low pitch in which he spoke at was higher.
“Tetsu,” you whisper, turning so you’re closer and able to wrap an arm around his wide shoulders. It’s the simple touch that brings Kuroo to tears, and he sags against you instantly. His sobs, nearly silent before, double in their volume as he falls apart against your chest.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, petting his bed head as he continues to cry. “Let it all out, it’s alright.”
“I miss him,” Kuroo cries. He’s clutching at your shirt desperately, his tears soaking through the material. “I miss him so much.”
The anguish in his voice is a lance to your heart, and you feel tears form in your own eyes. Not only from missing your feline friend, but also from how much your partner is hurting right now.
“I do too,” you tell him. Your sentence is punctuated with a sniffle. “I miss coming home to him yowling like we were gone for years, or when he would try to trip us up until we lifted him.”
Kuroo choked back a sob. “Or when he would track kitty litter across the house, or vomit in my shoes.” His voice breaks on the last word, and it takes a second before he speaks again. “Even when he was a little shit he was the best.”
You hum, kissing Kuroo’s temple as you continue to hold him. “He was our shit, but he was also sweet and cared for us.” Another soft cry from Kuroo brings one of your hands to his hair compulsively. “And I know that he loved us just as much as we loved him. That’s why it hurts so much.”
Tears start to flow down your face, but it’s nothing compared to the fresh cries that Kuroo lets out at your words. And while you both sit in bed, crying and holding each other, you know that nights like tonight will come again. Maybe it will be Kuroo crying, maybe it’ll be only you. But you promise now to be there for him, as he’s always been there for you.
AKAASHI KEIJI
It’s been a rough few weeks since losing your dog
Akaashi has done everything he could to make you feel better - prepping meals, holding you, spending time outside of the house to keep your mind occupied
Even his best friend Bokuto Koutarou came over to spend time with you - Akaashi was sure that an afternoon with the bombastic man would cheer up even the saddest man in the world
But ever since you lost your furry companion, you’ve been different
Akaashi would never ask you to return to normal at his convenience, knowing that a traumatic experience and loss can change people forever
It just hurts that you seem to be going through the motions, and there’s nothing that he can do about it
You’ve told him several times that he’s doing plenty, but that’s not enough for Akaashi
It’s not until he comes across something on the internet that he gets an idea
See when you came home from the fated vet appointment, the first thing you did was box everything up that belonged to your dog
The leash hanging by the door was gone, the pet bed, dishes for food and water, the toys - everything packed away to be donated or thrown out
Even some photos tacked to the fridge were taken down - Akaashi was too scared to ask whether or not you had thrown them out
He guessed that this was your way of moving on…but it was as if your dog never existed
And it was like you were trying your hardest to let go of his place in your heart also
It broke Akaashi’s heart, and he hoped that his idea would truly start the healing process
“I’m home,” you call into the apartment. Akaashi sits in the living room, holding a slim package in his hands. He left work early to pick up the gift, and he was actually terrified to give it to you.
“Keiji?” Akaashi can hear you hang up your coat and deposit your keys in the bowl by the door.
“In the living room,” he says gently. His voice carries to you, and soon enough you cross the threshold and join him on the couch.
“I’m surprised you’re home this early,” you note as you sit down. You lean into his space and press a soft kiss to Akasashi’s cheek. “I thought you had a tight deadline for this week.”
“I spoke to my boss and was able to move some things around - I have something important to give you.” Akaashi passes the parcel to you, waiting for you to hold out your hands before handing it off. You look down at the package, then back to Akaashi. There was clear confusion in your eyes, and Akaashi only nods towards the gift instead of proving any context.
You carefully open the package, reach a hand inside and pull out a sturdy wooden plaque. Akaashi catches a brief glimpse of reflective material before you turn it over. Akaashi intently watches your face as you take in the inscription. When you read what’s inscribed on the reflective side, tears well in your eyes and quickly fall down your face.
Akaashi reaches over with a hand and holds yours tightly. You look away from the plaque, surprised and hurt and eyes full of conflicting emotions.
“Have you ever heard of the Rainbow Bridge?” He asks you quietly, gently. You shake your head, and Akaashi watches as more tears fall from your eyes. He gives you a small smile, and looks down to the plaque where he commissioned an artist to engrave the Rainbow Bridge poem into a rainbow metallic surface. Below the poem is a small illustration of your dog being hugged by you.
Akaashi leans closer, letting your lean into his side, as he reads the inscription.
“Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
“All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
“They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
“You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
“Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.”
Akaashi finishes reading, wipes his own eyes and leans over in time to grab the plaque from your hands before you dissolve into sobs and fall into his open arms. Your body is wracked with sobs, and Akaashi can only hold you close and bring a soothing hand to your head.
“I’m not crying because I don’t like it,” you get out through your tears. “I’m crying because I’m really really sad and this was really really b-beautiful.”
“It’s okay,” he tells you. “Neither of us are particularly religious so please forgive the allusions. But it’s been hard, and I thought this would be a nice way to remember him.”
You sniff before leaning away. Akaashi meets your wet eyes, and somehow is able to give you a small, watery smile. “It’s really nice. I’ve been so scared to let him go, but this will remind me that I don’t have to let him go.”
Akaashi returns your smile and brings you in for another hug. “You can take as long as you need to grieve, but I’m glad you like it.”
You nod and hug Akaashi back. Together you both sit on the couch, still weighed down by your shared grief, but comforted with knowing that your pet is running in a field, sleeping in a sun spot, happy as they can be, waiting for you to join them.
END
A/N: I did not write the Rainbow Bridge poem. It was one that was shared to me when I had to say goodbye to my childhood pets. It’s been five years since I had to say goodbye and I still get emotional thinking about what a good companion my dog was. I am not religious, but I take comfort in knowing that I was able to give my dog the best life he could ever have, and he too gave me the best life. 💛
Miya Atsumu x Reader, Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Reader (2.8k wc)
⚠️WARNING (PLEASE HEED): Hurt, mentions of pet death, grief, bereavement, comfort
REQUEST: I have to put my dog down today sadly, so I’d like it be comfort for that topic
A/N: I received this comfort request and while my requests are closed I had to write it. Losing any pet is more than losing the animal - it’s losing the family member who is there for you and will never judge you. I just want to warn that this is REALLY sad (I cried writing it) - so please do not read if mentions of a pet passing away is going to trigger you.
MIYA ATSUMU
Atsumu loved your dog nearly as much as you did
And honestly some days you weren’t sure if it was YOUR dog or his
(But of course it changed when you both moved in together and your dog became our dog)
She was an old girl, going blind in one eye, and had a bad limp, but she was your baby
She was there for you when you were sad, she ran through the tall grass and brought home a collection of sticks on walks
It was years of joy and companionship - maybe even more than what Atsumu gave you
That joy tripled when the long walks had the addition of Atsumu racing your dog down the path, or solitary snuggles became cuddle piles with you, Atsumu and your dog together on the couch or bed
But life moves on, we grow older, our bodies change
And because life is cruel, your dog’s painfully short time on Earth had come to an end
It was the most difficult decision you had to make - the vet offered surgery to prolong her life, medication that would maybe make her joints ache less
But you knew it was her time
When you had set the appointment with your vet, you immediately called Atsumu after - he thought you’d been shot when you just started sobbing on the phone
But as soon as he realized what happened he left practice early, claiming a family emergency, and raced home
He would skip practice until the day of the appointment, being a solid presence at your side and spending as much time with his precious baby as he could
(Part of you always hated how much Atsumu played up his love for your dog over you, but you also knew that he needed this time to grieve)
The day finally came - one last drive together, a short visit inside, and then you and Atsumu were on your way back to an empty apartment
Opening the door to your shared apartment was worse than you had imagined.
Besides your eyes being bloodshot and your nose rubbed raw - the silence you were met with was agonizing. No quick footsteps racing to the front door. No happy barks and tail wagging. The emptiness in your home almost matches the emptiness you feel in your chest, and more tears spring from your eyes.
“It’s okay honey,” Atsumu gently ushers you inside, helping you take your jacket off and remove your shoes. He closes the front door, locks it, and leads you to the couch to sit. You go automatically, no energy to complain.
Atsumu has been the best support for you. He let you spend as much time with your dog the as possible, handling the cooking and cleaning and organizing. He cleared out your dog’s bed, toys, food dish - anything that would remind you of your best friend. He was quiet and thoughtful and what you needed.
You wish you could say you were the same for him - especially since he too is taking the loss hard. But your head is filled with pain and sadness, your heart too heavy to care of anything else.
“Here,” Atsumu comes back into the living room, handing you a mug of tea before sitting down with his own. A box of tissues appears on the coffee table and Atsumu doesn’t hesitate to grab a few from the box and keep them in his hand.
“You don’t have to hold them for me,” you murmur.
“I don’t mind,” Atsumu says back just a quietly. “It may also be for me too.”
More pain pangs at your heart and you turn to face your boyfriend. His eyes have been red-rimmed since waking up this morning, a persistent sniffle plaguing his nose.
“I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “I haven’t been the partner you need right now, especially since you’ve been so kind and helpful to me.”
“Don’t apologize Y/N.” Atsumu meets your eyes with an intense look, only diminished by the grief in his own eyes. “I had the honor of knowing your dog for the past few years, but she was - is - your baby. It’s not going to be easy. And besides, having you here by my side has helped more than you could ever know.”
His words - their meaning, his gentle voice, the arm he puts around you - brings another batch of tears and you feel the sobs building in your throat. Atsumu moves to take your mug, set it on the coffee table, and pull you into his arms.
“It’s okay,” he whispers as you cry against him. “It’s alright, this is hard. I’m so sorry.”
They sound like empty words but you hear the hurt in his voice. And you understand what he means by having him close to keep you together. It won’t automatically heal the hole in your heart, but it’s a start.
KUROO TESTSURO
The passing of your pet cat hit you and Kuroo hard
You had both found him, a tiny little thing, sad and alone and crying
Kuroo immediately went to him, while you checked to see if a momma cat was hiding anywhere
But after chatting with the shop keeper she informed you that the momma cat hasn’t been seen for three days now
That’s all the information Kuroo needs before he scoops up the little black ball of fur, gently wrapping his raincoat around him, and bringing him home
And the rest was history - a history of Kuroo napping in sun spots with your cat, buying a backpack to take him on walks (a leash did NOT work), importing special treats from other countries
Kuroo and him were inseparable - you loved your cat too, but he would instantly leave you and wind himself around Kuroo’s legs the second Kuroo entered the room
You have many pictures in your phone of Kuroo and your cat playing together, and your shared apartment was littered with toys and catnip and a cat tree, proudly assembled by Kuroo himself
(Who justified your cat’s behavior when the animal took to the boxes the tree came in, as if he didn’t spend 2+ hours assembling the monstrous piece)
In Kuroo’s eyes, his cat could do no wrong. He’d defend his “son” forever
Until the day came that your cat passed away
He wasn’t young but it was still far too soon - and adjusting to a life without him was difficult
Kuroo was there for you at every step with a tissue and a hug - you couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for him also
And yet he was keeping himself fairly well composed
He wasn’t emotionless, but he focused on taking care of you and transitioning to a world without his shadow
It was admirable, but you knew sooner or later he would break
You’re not sure what made you wake up, but as soon as you heard the faintest of sniffles you were wide awake.
What is that? Your sleep-addled brain couldn’t place the sound - it wasn’t until you heard a quiet sob that you realized what was happening.
You sat up in the dark, reaching out for your partner Kuroo. Under your grip he froze, sniffling loudly.
“Y/N?” From his tone you could tell he was holding back tears - his usual lazy drawl was clipped, and the low pitch in which he spoke at was higher.
“Tetsu,” you whisper, turning so you’re closer and able to wrap an arm around his wide shoulders. It’s the simple touch that brings Kuroo to tears, and he sags against you instantly. His sobs, nearly silent before, double in their volume as he falls apart against your chest.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, petting his bed head as he continues to cry. “Let it all out, it’s alright.”
“I miss him,” Kuroo cries. He’s clutching at your shirt desperately, his tears soaking through the material. “I miss him so much.”
The anguish in his voice is a lance to your heart, and you feel tears form in your own eyes. Not only from missing your feline friend, but also from how much your partner is hurting right now.
“I do too,” you tell him. Your sentence is punctuated with a sniffle. “I miss coming home to him yowling like we were gone for years, or when he would try to trip us up until we lifted him.”
Kuroo choked back a sob. “Or when he would track kitty litter across the house, or vomit in my shoes.” His voice breaks on the last word, and it takes a second before he speaks again. “Even when he was a little shit he was the best.”
You hum, kissing Kuroo’s temple as you continue to hold him. “He was our shit, but he was also sweet and cared for us.” Another soft cry from Kuroo brings one of your hands to his hair compulsively. “And I know that he loved us just as much as we loved him. That’s why it hurts so much.”
Tears start to flow down your face, but it’s nothing compared to the fresh cries that Kuroo lets out at your words. And while you both sit in bed, crying and holding each other, you know that nights like tonight will come again. Maybe it will be Kuroo crying, maybe it’ll be only you. But you promise now to be there for him, as he’s always been there for you.
AKAASHI KEIJI
It’s been a rough few weeks since losing your dog
Akaashi has done everything he could to make you feel better - prepping meals, holding you, spending time outside of the house to keep your mind occupied
Even his best friend Bokuto Koutarou came over to spend time with you - Akaashi was sure that an afternoon with the bombastic man would cheer up even the saddest man in the world
But ever since you lost your furry companion, you’ve been different
Akaashi would never ask you to return to normal at his convenience, knowing that a traumatic experience and loss can change people forever
It just hurts that you seem to be going through the motions, and there’s nothing that he can do about it
You’ve told him several times that he’s doing plenty, but that’s not enough for Akaashi
It’s not until he comes across something on the internet that he gets an idea
See when you came home from the fated vet appointment, the first thing you did was box everything up that belonged to your dog
The leash hanging by the door was gone, the pet bed, dishes for food and water, the toys - everything packed away to be donated or thrown out
Even some photos tacked to the fridge were taken down - Akaashi was too scared to ask whether or not you had thrown them out
He guessed that this was your way of moving on…but it was as if your dog never existed
And it was like you were trying your hardest to let go of his place in your heart also
It broke Akaashi’s heart, and he hoped that his idea would truly start the healing process
“I’m home,” you call into the apartment. Akaashi sits in the living room, holding a slim package in his hands. He left work early to pick up the gift, and he was actually terrified to give it to you.
“Keiji?” Akaashi can hear you hang up your coat and deposit your keys in the bowl by the door.
“In the living room,” he says gently. His voice carries to you, and soon enough you cross the threshold and join him on the couch.
“I’m surprised you’re home this early,” you note as you sit down. You lean into his space and press a soft kiss to Akasashi’s cheek. “I thought you had a tight deadline for this week.”
“I spoke to my boss and was able to move some things around - I have something important to give you.” Akaashi passes the parcel to you, waiting for you to hold out your hands before handing it off. You look down at the package, then back to Akaashi. There was clear confusion in your eyes, and Akaashi only nods towards the gift instead of proving any context.
You carefully open the package, reach a hand inside and pull out a sturdy wooden plaque. Akaashi catches a brief glimpse of reflective material before you turn it over. Akaashi intently watches your face as you take in the inscription. When you read what’s inscribed on the reflective side, tears well in your eyes and quickly fall down your face.
Akaashi reaches over with a hand and holds yours tightly. You look away from the plaque, surprised and hurt and eyes full of conflicting emotions.
“Have you ever heard of the Rainbow Bridge?” He asks you quietly, gently. You shake your head, and Akaashi watches as more tears fall from your eyes. He gives you a small smile, and looks down to the plaque where he commissioned an artist to engrave the Rainbow Bridge poem into a rainbow metallic surface. Below the poem is a small illustration of your dog being hugged by you.
Akaashi leans closer, letting your lean into his side, as he reads the inscription.
“Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
“All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
“They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
“You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
“Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.”
Akaashi finishes reading, wipes his own eyes and leans over in time to grab the plaque from your hands before you dissolve into sobs and fall into his open arms. Your body is wracked with sobs, and Akaashi can only hold you close and bring a soothing hand to your head.
“I’m not crying because I don’t like it,” you get out through your tears. “I’m crying because I’m really really sad and this was really really b-beautiful.”
“It’s okay,” he tells you. “Neither of us are particularly religious so please forgive the allusions. But it’s been hard, and I thought this would be a nice way to remember him.”
You sniff before leaning away. Akaashi meets your wet eyes, and somehow is able to give you a small, watery smile. “It’s really nice. I’ve been so scared to let him go, but this will remind me that I don’t have to let him go.”
Akaashi returns your smile and brings you in for another hug. “You can take as long as you need to grieve, but I’m glad you like it.”
You nod and hug Akaashi back. Together you both sit on the couch, still weighed down by your shared grief, but comforted with knowing that your pet is running in a field, sleeping in a sun spot, happy as they can be, waiting for you to join them.
END
A/N: I did not write the Rainbow Bridge poem. It was one that was shared to me when I had to say goodbye to my childhood pets. It’s been five years since I had to say goodbye and I still get emotional thinking about what a good companion my dog was. I am not religious, but I take comfort in knowing that I was able to give my dog the best life he could ever have, and he too gave me the best life. 💛
Summary: It’s the perfect start to your debut senior figure skating season, until it’s not. A minor run in with Sakusa Kiyoomi has you in hot water in the figure skating world, and the only solution is to pair with the Ice Prince himself and skate in pairs. Sparks will fly as you constantly butt heads with Sakusa, and you see your season melt away. Can you save your season before it’s too late? Or will Sakusa ruin any chance you have of becoming a Senior World Champion?
When your heart is on the ice, success and love are never guaranteed.
Pairing: F!AdultFigureSkater!Reader x AdultFigureSkater!Sakusa Kiyoomi
Genre: Romance, Enemies to Friends to ?, Sports Fiction, Drama, Angst
Warnings: Swearing, mature themes
Status: COMPLETE!
A/N: Hello everyone! I am SO EXCITED to bring this story to you - it has been in my WIP pile for FIVE MONTHS! It’s thanks to listening to re-watching Yuri!!! on Ice and listening to Yuri on Ice on repeat for hours! I am actually very pleased with how this turned out, and the fact that I stuck with it for so long. I hope you enjoy the story! 💙💠
Disclaimer: I spent a lot of time researching figure skating - rules, regulations, the scoring system - and it is a lot. I am certain that there were aspects that I have missed, but in the spirit of getting this story out there I appreciate if you would suspend your disbelief. If there are any egregious errors please let me know so I can correct them. Thank you in advance!
The FINAL chapter of my latest SMAU was posted yesterday! You can read the entire thing above - it’s got sports! It’s got drama! It’s got a happy ending! Take a read! 💙💠
Thank you to everyone who read along with the story, and thank you for commenting/sharing/liking!
AN: WE DID IT! Ugh even as I’m typing this I can’t stop crying. Every time I revisited this chapter in particular it makes me emotional. Not because it’s the end of the story but because the reader finally gets to skate how she wants.
I want to thank each and every person who comes across this story - I know my level of interaction with comments and everything was substantially lower than what I’ve done in past stories. My real life responsibilities have taken over a lot of my free time which resulted in my desire to interact here decrease. Hell even get this story out took ages - not because I didn’t want to, I just didn’t have time.
I hope to return with another story, but I don’t have anything in the creative tank. My requests will be open again, and if anyone has a fun story I would listen! Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. I hope everyone has a fantastic day, and please drink plenty of water! 💙💙💙
AN: Things are FINALLY looking up!! Don’t mind me emulating Suga and crying as YN FINALLY gets to choose what she wants to do in life 😭😭😭😭 FINAL CHAPTER WILL BE RELEASED ON FRIDAY, 6/10!!! It will be an epilogue of sorts and will have some time skipping happening. (Timestamps on posts are accurate!) THANK YOU ALL FOR READING SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE! 💙
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