tobio showing up to the adlers training gym on a monday morning and when someone asks him what he got up to that weekend he's just like "i didn't leave the house much."
ushijima overhears and, in his usual monotone, asks "are you sick?"
and then tobio tugs his shirt up over his head to change into his training jersey, and the bite marks, scratches and hickeys inked across his skin are suddenly on full display. he turns to ushijima, rucking his jersey up over his elbows as he prepares to pull it on over his head, and with a very confused expression (and complete lack of awareness as to the bewildered looks on his teammates faces) says "no? i feel great."
meian shugo is a relatively private man. with no personal social media accounts to his name, his presence on the internet starts and ends with msby's publicity.
his teammates know him as their captain. they know his leadership style and his tactics on the court. they know his favorite post-game izakaya and that he's a morning person. the rest of his life remains a mystery to the jackals.
—but everyone on the team knows that he's married.
there's a thick gold band that rests on his ring finger, methodically threaded onto the chain around his neck and tucked beneath his jersey in the locker room before each game.
atsumu catches him smiling down at his phone sometimes, lower lip tucked between his teeth in a boyish way they've never seen on the court.
bokuto swears there's always a hint of floral perfume that clings to meian's jacket before he shrugs it off.
hinata caught him buying flowers once—a enormous bouquet of roses.
and it's this one morsel of knowledge that has them all staring dumbfounded after a game as they catch their captain chatting with a journalist.
you're leaning into him as you giggle at something he says, and he doesn't pull away. he nudges one of your heels with his sneaker, one finger reaching out to hook on the camera strap that hangs around your neck. there's a pencil tucked behind your ear, and he plucks it out, grabbing the notebook in your hands and writing something down on one of its pages. you laugh again.
atsumu gapes. hinata and bokuto exchange alarmed glances. because yes, you're beautiful, and they'd all probably be tripping over themselves if you were interviewing and flirting with them, but—
"i wasn't expecting that," hinata blinks.
"they look a little...friendly," atsumu comments carefully, unable to look away as meian drags a hand through his sweaty hair and mirrors your smile.
sakusa's unimpressed voice suddenly interrupts their spectating, "i would hope so, considering the fact that she's his wife."
[7:28 AM] Hirugami Sachiro - you're not prepared for a puppy. your vet convinces you otherwise.
wc: 900
warmings/content: fluff
You thought you knew what you were getting into when you adopted a puppy and you knew puppies were a lot of work. But this is beyond your imagination.
You didn’t know that puppies have to pee every 2 hours. This means you wake up at 1 AM, 3 AM, 5 AM, and 7 AM throughout the night. And half the time, your puppy is too cold, too scared, or too anxious to pee outside, so you stand outside in the wee hours of the morning, waiting on your puppy to pee, only to give up 15 minutes later. With what seems like spiteful intentions, she pees instantly upon setting paws on your hardwood floors.
You didn’t know they are too excited to sleep. With some help from the internet, you read that puppies are supposed to sleep at least 18 hours a day. Not yours. Breathe a bit too loud, and she is instantly up and zooming to your side in hopes of some excitement.
You didn’t know that they only know how to play by biting. Her little puppy teeth are sharp and have already punctured every corner of your couch and chewed off bits of paint on every chair and table leg. She has even chewed through the stitches of her stuffie and would try to swallow its poor cotton guts.
Lastly, you didn’t know they needed to see the vet so often. So here you are sitting in the vet’s office at 7 AM, smelling of half-digested puppy food-
Oh, that? On the drive here, your puppy threw up on you, your passenger seat, and all over the center console. You also didn’t know that puppies apparently get carsick, so add that to your list.
So again, here you are, sitting in the waiting room of the clinic, smelling of half-digested puppy food, and dark circles worse than finals week of undergrad. You’re stressed and exhausted. So much so that you admit you had spent the hours of 5 AM and 6 AM reading up on how to return an adopted puppy.
The door of the waiting room opens and a man in blue scrubs calls out your puppy’s name. You stand up and follow him into an examination room, puppy wiggling in your arms.
“Good morning! I’m Hirugami Sachiro and I’ll be checking up on your pet today. How are you?” the vet introduces.
“Honestly, I’m terrible. Thanks for asking.”
He nods knowingly and offers to take your puppy. He handles her easily, despite her squirming in excitement at the prospect of some attention. “First time dog owner?”
You nod, too ashamed to admit that you were not prepared for the responsibility of owning a dog.
He looks up from your puppy, and gives you a gentle, knowing smile. “It’ll get better, I promise. I’m sure you’re a wonderful pet parent.”
Suddenly, you’re bursting into tears. You bring the paws of your hoodie up to rub at your eyes. “I’m just not confident that I can take good care of her. She’s so sweet and cute but she doesn’t seem happy with me and I’m just so stressed and I haven’t slept for more than 2 hours at a time in the past 3 days,” you wail.
With your puppy in his arms, he sits in the chair next to yours. “For sleep, try not to stress about her too much. Dogs adapt well to schedules and if you leave her in her crate to sleep for the night, she’ll get used to it much sooner than you would think. And well, for her happiness, I promise you that your puppy is happy and loves you.” He holds your puppy up by her front paws and gives you a little wave with the left paw. “This is definitely the look of a happy pup, expert’s opinion.”
Your puppy gives a little yip, like she’s in agreement.
You let out a choked giggle at the silly sight and sweet gesture. “Thank you, it’s just been so rough and I’ve never done this before.”
“A lot of first time dog owners deal with puppy blues. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing great.”
A bit calmer now, you begin to feel embarrassed. “Sorry for venting and melting down in front of you. You were just trying to do your job and you had to be my therapist too.”
He laughs and sends your puppy off with a healthy diagnosis and a treat, and you with a lighter heart.
–
Two months and five vet visits later, you’ve built a manageable lifestyle around your puppy and developed a steady friendship with Hirugami. On your pup’s most recent visit, Hirugami gives her her final rounds of vaccinations. To you, Hirugami gives the sweetest smile and the gentlest pat on the shoulders like he’s proud of you. Casual touches have been more frequent in your visits; they come in the form of patting your head when you’ve shared a puppy milestone, brushing your fingers when he plucks your puppy from your arms, and shoulder-to-shoulder bumping when he leans in to explain information pamphlets. You ignore the erratic beating of your heart, rationalizing that he probably treats all his patient’s owners with this level of care.
On your way out, you hear Hirugami shout your name and you turn around to see him jogging after you.
“I was thinking. Now that your dog has all her shots, would you like to go on a walk with me and my dog? So she can socialize with other dogs?”
Your heart is beating quickly again but you do your best to stamp down your hopes. He’s just being polite. He treats all his clients this way. He’s just a nice person by nature.
He grins like he knows what you’re thinking. “I’m asking you on a date, by the way.”
Careful hands tried to handle the cupcake as delicately as possible. You held your breath, lowering it into the box. When its base hit the cardboard, you finally sighed out in relief. You pulled back to admire your creation, feeling a smile creep up on your face at the sight of the four cupcakes, all decorated to the nines.
No doubt in your head that Bokuto would love this. After all, you knew his every like and dislike very well. You had known him forever.
Bokuto Kotarou had taken you under his ‘wing’ when you were in elementary school. Tiny-you had no confidence and zero capability to make friends, while Bokuto was your exact opposite. He had taken a liking to you and had bravely proclaimed that he would ‘protect’ you, puffing out his tiny chest and grinning wide. Over the years, Bokuto had not let you down even once.
It was no wonder that you slowly fell in love with him. How could you not? You spent every day joined at the hip. The only time you were apart was when he was on the court, and even then you were on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, managing the team while admiring how talented your friend was. So really, how could you not fall in love?
In your defense, Bokuto doted on you like crazy. He knew very little physical boundaries when it came to you, hugging and squeezing the life out of you, laying sloppy kisses on your cheeks, sharing food and stories and…. basically each other’s entire lives.
But today. Today was the day. Today you would tell him that you no longer wanted to be friends. That you wanted more. Your heartbeat sped up at the thought of how he might react. You weren’t an arrogant person by any means but you couldn’t imagine him reacting negatively. There’s no way Bokuto could be as affectionate as he was if he didn’t feel something for you. Hell, how many times had he told you he loved you? Every day. You had lost count.
You were careful with the box as you walked to school. Your very limbs were vibrating, and you were breathing deeply in and out to make sure you remained calm. You were optimistic in taking this step. In fact, all your mutual friends, including the team, had only encouraged you. They were all dead sure he would accept your confession and return your feelings just as enthusiastically. You were more excited than you were nervous. You couldn’t wait to see him.
You found Bokuto with his head buried in his locker, and you had to hold back a snort. He was muttering something under his breath, and you were sure he had lost something else now. His locker was a mess, and you had repeatedly scolded him to clean it up or else he would lose things. Once again, you were right.
You tapped his shoulder, biting back a laugh when he jolted and banged his head against the roof. Curses flew from his mouth before he ducked and pulled his head out, turning to look at you with a glare. You watched fondly when his scowl was replaced by the widest, brightest smile you had ever seen. Bokuto’s smile could give the Sun a run for its money.
He exclaimed your name loudly, opening his arms wide to pull you into a bear hug. You immediately held a hand out to push his chest back.
“Hold it!” You lifted up the box. “I’m holding something delicate.”
Bokuto’s interest was immediately piqued, and you giggled at his childish curiosity, grabbing his wrist and tugging him with you. He hastily slammed his locker shut and let you drag him down the crowded halls and outside, finding an empty bench overlooking the school track.
“What’s going on?” He finally asked, wide golden eyes peering into your own. You sat down and patted the seat beside you for Bokuto to do the same. He obliged, waiting for you to speak. Instead, you handed him the box.
Bokuto opened it up and gasped at the selection of four intricately decorated cupcakes, admiring each one separately. You felt your heart swell at his reactions.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This one looks like a volleyball. And this one has my jersey number!”
Bokuto looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I can’t believe it. This is so awesome!”
You grinned wide, fiddling with your hands a bit. “I made them for a special occasion.”
Bokuto perked up again. “What special occasion?”
You took a deep breath. Finally, the time was here. “I love you, Kou.”
Bokuto blinked before a wide smile overtook his face. “I love ya too, babe.”
You stared at him for a bit. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you.”
Now, a small, confused frown formed between the boy’s eyebrows. “I heard you. I love you, too. What’s going on? You’re bein’ weird.”
You gaped at Bokuto, unable to even fathom what he was getting from this. Were you not being clear enough? Was he not understanding what you meant?
“Kotarou, I don’t want to be just friends. This isn’t a ‘friends’ kind of love. I wanna date you. I wanna be your girlfriend.”
Now Bokuto looked flabbergasted, slowly closing the box and placing it to the side. “What are you talking about? You are my girlfriend!”
Silence. “What?”
Bokuto nodded, though he still looked at you like you had grown two heads. “Y-yeah?”
“Kou-” You held up a hand as if calling a timeout, trying, but failing, to understand what he meant. You had anticipated requited feelings. Some part of you had even considered the possibility of rejection. But this? How was this even possible?
Bokuto looked like he was processing things too. He quirked his head to the side, staring quizzically at you. One of his hands ran through his hair, almost in thought. You felt a horrific laugh bubble up inside you at how ridiculous the situation was. This…. this was so on brand for Bokuto. Your confession going awry because this idiot thought you were already dating.
“But what about all the time we’re together? I always hug you and kiss you. We have sleepovers all the time. I sleep in your damn bed!”
“Well yes, but-” You shifted. “We did that as friends!”
Bokuto gave you a look. “You think I act that way with my other friends?”
“I thought I was special.” You mumbled, suddenly rethinking almost every interaction you had with Bokuto.
“You are.” His voice softened. “Because you’re my girlfriend.”
You felt your face burn hot. “But you never-”
He waited for you to continue. You fidgeted.
“We never kissed.”
Now, a shiteating grin was slowly spreading across Bokuto’s face. He wiggled his crazy eyebrows at you. “You wanna?”
You smacked his bicep hard, making him yelp and rub the sore spot with a little pout. Inside your chest, your heart was doing endless flip flops. You still couldn’t believe that all this time, Bokuto had assumed you were dating and not just friends. The very thought of it was both completely expected and also insanely shocking at the same time.
Bokuto was watching you closely, having calmed down a bit. He gave you a little smile.
“Since ya didn’t consider any of our dates as…. dates, can I take you out on a proper one now?”
A smile spread across your face at his words. You nodded jerkily, staring down at your hands. Bokuto clapped his hands in finality.
“Great! Now, I need to eat these cupcakes and talk about how great they are.”
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
In your full two years of dating Atsumu, he has never eaten the blue candies in a pack of sour gummies. The sweet blue raspberry flavor has not passed his lips even once, despite your insistence that he eat them too.
He’d offered you a handful of the candy on one of your first movie outings as a couple, and when you excitedly plucked a few of the blue ones from the pile, rambling about how they were your favorite and how you wished they made a pack of just blue ones, all he could do was shake his head.
“You can have ‘em. I don’t like ‘em.”
And every time he bought a pack of the sweets after that, Atsumu always plopped the blue ones into your waiting palm.
So it’s a shock, a betrayal, when you come home from work to find him lounging on the couch, a blue gummy on its final journey towards his open mouth.
“’Tsumu, my love,” you question carefully, “what’re you doing?”
With a mouthful of candy, he replies, “Eatin’ candy.”
You take his chin in your fingers and squeeze, squishing his lips together and giving him this cute little fish face. “Did I just see a blue one?”
You’re being dramatic, you know you are, but you need to get to the bottom of this. You’d been convinced for two whole years that he didn’t like them, and now this? You think it’s only fair to ask questions.
“Mmyuh.”
Your brows furrow. “I thought you didn’t like them?”
He tries to answer, he really does, but it’s a muffled, garbled mess with the way you’re holding his cheeks. Reluctantly, you let go so he can explain. “Well,” he’s sheepish, his cheeks turning red beneath your gaze. Your fingertips feel warm. “Ya got this really cute, excited look on yer face when ya said how much ya liked ‘em that I just… kinda lied.”
You’re floored by his confession, heart skipping a beat in your chest at how cute he is. A huge doofus, sure, but so damn adorable.
Without an immediate response, he keeps going. “And then every time after that, ya gave me this pleased lil’ smile when I handed ‘em over. What was I supposed to do?”
“Tell me the truth?”
He shrugs and mumbles a childish, “I guess.”
You bring a hand back up to smooth over his jawline, staring at him as his gaze flickers between your own and the forgotten package of sweets. With each passing second, you feel adoration pumping through your veins.
Squishing his cheeks together again, you peck a kiss to his puckered lips, to the tip of his nose, before finally telling him, “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”
Atsumu chases your lips, kissing you once more, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Ya think ‘m cute?”
With a roll of your eyes, you settle onto the cushion next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. Atsumu beams at your proximity and slings an arm around your shoulders. And, falling back into an old habit, he places the bag of candy in your lap. “You can have the rest of the blue ones.”
You pull two from the bag and plop one into his hand. “We’ll share. We’ve gotta make up for lost time.”
“Mm,” he hums, kissing your temple, “I guess you’re right.”
summary: you have a massive crush on miya osamu. so the plan is to get closer to him through his twin brother. it’s genius. it’s bound to work. right?
word count: 3008
warnings: fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, swearing, maybe a dash of humor, atsumu being atsumu, him and reader bicker a lot
tags: @keiva1000
When you handed in your application to join the Inarizaki High School volleyball club as manager, you had a very clear agenda in mind, but nobody needed to know about that. You had a good knowledge of volleyball, you had good organizational skills, and you were responsible. They accepted your application in a heartbeat, and were none the wiser of your true intentions behind joining the team.
It was only when you cornered their blond setter after practice one day that you actually said the words out loud.
“Ya want me to do what?” He raised an eyebrow, shoving his volleyball shoes into his backpack.
“Help me get close to him!” You whispered in a conspiratorial tone, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to you two. Your eyes lingered on Osamu where he was helping Gin clean up. “You’re his twin brother. You’re closest to him. If we hang out more, that would inevitably mean I get to hang out with Osamu more too. And we can become friends. Eventually, I will get him to fall in love with me.”
Atsumu stared at you with a very distinct ‘what the fuck’ look, but you stared right back, determined.
“Yer insane.” He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way to the gym door. You followed behind.
“Please, Atsumu!” You begged, following him out of the gym and down the path leading out of the school.
“No!” He responded, not looking back at you. “Ya wanna get close to him, just go talk to him! Why ya gotta drag me into yer crazy schemes?!”
“I can’t just go talk to him, it would be creepy! I need a way into his circle.”
Atsumu gave you another look. “Oh yeah, what yer saying right now isn’t creepy at all.” Sarcasm dripped from his words.
You huffed, scowling at the back of his blond head. Your eyes caught the lights of the corner convenience store, and you felt an idea forming.
“I will buy you an after-practice snack every day for a year.”
Atsumu stopped short, looking back at you. “Yer bein’ serious?”
You gestured to the store up ahead. “We could start right now. I have money on me.”
His answering grin meant you had a deal.
……………………
When you joined the twins for lunch the next day at Atsumu’s desk, Osamu raised an eyebrow.
“It was my idea.” Atsumu explained. “She’s cool so I said we should hang out more.”
Osamu seemed to buy it, shrugging and giving you a welcoming little smile. You felt yourself flush, giddy as you pulled up a chair and sat down next to Atsumu, opposite to his brother.
“Oh sweet, are those pancake rolls?” Osamu asked when you opened your bento. You nodded eagerly.
“I made them myself!” You replied, pushing the box closer to him. “Wanna try?”
You knew Osamu liked food (okay, maybe you had stalked him a little), and even though you sucked at cooking, you had meticulously made your lunch today for this very reason. You couldn’t help your grin when Osamu bit into a roll and moaned at the taste, saying it was delicious. You could feel how hot your face was, even the tips of your ears felt warm. Atsumu rolled his eyes in your periphery but you paid him no mind, striking up a conversation with his brother instead.
“Yer like a different person around him.” Atsumu commented later that evening, when you were sitting on the curb outside the convenience store and he was chowing down on a pork bun you had bought him. The rest of the team had gone ahead, most of them too tired to stop for a snack and just wanting to get to bed as soon as possible.
You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. He makes me feel things.”
Atsumu chewed for a little bit, watching you stare at the moth circling the streetlight.
“Gross.”
You slapped him hard on the bicep at that, making him let out an ‘ow!’. He pouted at you as he rubbed his arm, while all you did was roll your eyes in return.
……………………………
Lunch became a normal thing with the twins after that. You would wake up at 5am, cook something new that you thought Osamu might appreciate, and you would watch him devour it, praising you for how good it was. One time, Atsumu had gotten curious and tried to reach for a piece of onigiri, making you smack his hand away. He yelped and clutched it.
“What was that for?!”
“You already get a snack out of me every day, Miya. Keep your paws off my lunch.”
Osamu had snickered at that, and your heart had skipped at the sound, effectively forgetting Atsumu even existed as your focus shifted entirely to his brother. Atsumu grumbled but complied, saying something about ‘’s probably not that good anyway’. You paid him no mind.
You got to know Osamu a lot better during your little lunch sessions. He didn’t talk as much as his brother, but he was perceptive, and a great listener. He seemed to balance out Atsumu perfectly, and you could see how close they actually were. You would often giggle at their banter, witnessing the many foul names they would call each other, but knowing they didn’t mean it at the end of the day.
You often went to their house, under the guise of tutoring Atsumu. At first, Atsumu had told you no one would buy it, but you were adamant to try. And you were right. When you told Osamu why you were there, he snorted in response.
“Figures. This dumb fuck needs all the help he can get.”
Atsumu had yelled and tried to swat at his brother, but Osamu expertly dodged him. You had laughed at their antics.
Your study sessions were often spent with you stealing glances at Osamu from the dining table where you and Atsumu were located. He wouldn’t stick around much, preferring to camp out in their shared bedroom, but you still appreciated every glimpse that you got of him when he wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. Atsumu would nudge you with his knee under the table.
“Be a little less obvious, will ya?”
You stuck a middle finger in his face in response. He grabbed your hand and twisted it a bit, just enough to make you yelp and try to push him away.
“Tsumu, you jerk! Let go!”
“Say sorry!”
“Over my dead body!”
Osamu had to break you two apart sometimes, while you glared at each other from either side of him.
At practice, you would stay late when they needed help perfecting their quick attack, throwing balls so Atsumu could set them for Osamu. On the way back, you would buy Atsumu his daily snack and offer to pay for Osamu’s as well, which he always refused.
“Unlike this tool, I’m not shameless enough to let someone else pay fer me.”
“Hey!”
With every passing day, you felt that you were getting closer and closer to Osamu. Where you had barely exchanged words before, you two could hold long conversations now, and you especially loved when you ganged up to shit on Atsumu, who would be overdramatic as hell about the insults and act like he just got shot. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much.
Then, Osamu got a girlfriend.
You didn’t learn about it until you saw a girl at the gym on one random Wednesday. You had raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she looked around for something.
“Can I help you?”
She shook her head. “I’m just looking for Osamu. He left some stuff at my place last night.”
Your brain short circuited. Her place? Last night?
Then he ran over to her. Greeted her and thanked her for bringing his stuff. And then he kissed her.
You were mentally tuned out of practice for the rest of the evening.
When Atsumu walked up to you after practice so you could make your usual trip to the convenience store, you had just silently followed him. You had bought him some yakusoba bread, and you sat on the curb, waiting to walk home after he finished eating.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You finally asked.
Atsumu sighed in return. “Didn’t want ya to get hurt.”
You turned to look at him. His attention was on the bread. “Did you expect me to never find out?”
He shook his head. “I was hopin’ to tell ya after practice. Just couldn’t think of the words.”
For some reason, you felt anger boil up inside you. You stood up abruptly. Atsumu paused his chewing to look up at you.
“I don’t need you to coddle me, Tsumu.” You grit out. “That was not the deal.”
Atsumu didn’t seem fazed by your tone. “Sit down.”
You glared at him. “I’m going home.”
When you turned to leave, you were stopped by his hand reaching up to clutch at the hem of your jacket, pulling you back.
“I know yer hurtin’. Just sit.”
You don’t know why that did it. Tears that had been building up all during practice were set free, rolling down your cheeks. Silently, you sat back down next to him. He didn’t talk as you cried, only shuffling closer until his side was pressed to yours. An unexpected comfort came to you with the contact. You leaned on him, resting your head on your knees, shoulders shaking.
When you had calmed down enough, you wiped your face with your sleeves, sitting up straighter. Atsumu extended his bread to you. You raised an eyebrow.
“When have you ever shared with me before?”
He rolled his eyes. “Ya want it or not?”
The bread seemed to melt in your mouth. Food did make you feel a bit better, but your mind was still on Osamu.
“‘M sorry yer scheme didn’t work out.”
You laughed a bit, taking another bite. “When you call it a scheme, it makes me think it was bound to fail from the start.”
Atsumu shook his head. “Nah. Ya made an effort. I respect that.” He stretched his legs in front of him, leaning back on his hands. “Yer a real catch. Yer smart and yer pretty. Samu’s blind ta not see that.”
You giggled, nudging Atsumu a bit. “Careful, Tsum-tsum. I might think you were falling for me.”
If your emotions weren’t so over the place, and if you hadn’t just tired yourself out from crying so much, you would’ve noticed how the older Miya’s eyes softened.
…………………………
Getting over Osamu wasn’t easy. Especially after having chased after him for so many months. It didn’t help that his little girlfriend seemed to come around more often, sometimes joining the team during practice. At times like those, you tried to stay as far away from her and Osamu, and that often meant you would find comfort in Atsumu, the only person who knew about your crush.
“What does he see in her anyway?” You voiced out loud, watching her laugh at something Osamu had said. You were sitting on a bench outside the gym with Atsumu, watching the two interact on the other side of the path. The rest of the team still weren’t done with their run. As usual, the twins were the first ones to reach the school.
Atsumu ran a towel over his neck, setting his water bottle down next to him. “Ya need ta get over him.”
You rolled your eyes. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never loved anything except volleyball.”
“Damn right. Has volleyball ever betrayed me? No. So suck it.”
You dug your elbow into his side, making him yelp and grab your head, pushing you away. His hand was massive and covered over half your face, and you struggled to get him off, digging your nails into his forearm.
“Tsumu, you asshole-”
You didn’t even notice when Osamu stared at the two of you, too absorbed in your little squabble.
So yeah, getting over Osamu wasn’t easy, but having Atsumu around helped a ton. Everytime he would see your eyes linger on Osamu too long, he would make some sort of comment, or change the subject, just trying to get your attention anywhere else. Too many times, he would physically grab you and turn you away from his twin, saying something along the lines of how you should be looking at the ‘better twin’ instead.
“Sorry but which one of you decided to dye their hair the color of piss?”
“It’s blond!”
“You ever heard of toner, dumbass?”
And you would grab his hair, messing it up and tugging at it a bit, giggling when he whined about you ruining his ‘hairstyle’. You also knew that Atsumu would kill anyone else who dared touch his hair, and the fact made your heart skip a bit. It also made you think, and once the gears in your head started turning, there was no going back.
Now that the fog of your infatuation with Osamu was lifting a bit, you seemed to notice his twin more. You would watch how Atsumu seemed to almost shield you from anything that reminded you of Osamu. How he had made it a habit after that one evening to always share half his snack with you, no matter how small it was. He would often say out of pocket shit, but rather than annoying you, it seemed to endear you more. It was like these little quips were a part of his charm, and you would giggle along instead of telling him to shut up.
He was awfully touchy too. You suppose he had always been, and you had just never thought about it. But now it seemed like none of his moves went unnoticed by you. He had a habit of gripping your head with one hand and turning your face to his when you weren’t paying attention. It used to annoy the crap out of you but now it made you pause and blink, meeting his caramel colored eyes. He would nudge you and poke you, he would drape an arm over your shoulders and whine about how tired he was. And your cheeks would warm up every time. You were forced to admit it.
You had a thing for Atsumu.
Deep down, you cursed at your luck, almost laughing in incredulity. What a joke this was, having a crush on both twins. But you knew that this was different. You knew this wasn’t just a silly crush.
Atsumu was more. He had always been more.
“Tsumu?”
He hummed in response, indicating he was listening, even if he was busy stuffing a chocolate bar into his mouth. You two were in your usual place, sitting on the curb outside the convenience store, lit up only by the light of the store behind you and the lamp post across the street. You watched his profile, the way his jaw moved when he chewed, his eyes trained before him, his undercut, and his dyed hair falling over his forehead slightly.
He was so painfully attractive. And you had never noticed.
He looked at you finally when you didn’t speak, raising an eyebrow.
“Everythin’ okay?”
You nodded hastily, turning away from him. You heard him pause, wrapping up what was left of his chocolate and placing it next to him before shuffling closer to you.
“Yer lyin’. What is it?”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “You can read me so well.”
He shrugged in response, draping his arm over your shoulder. You closed your eyes, mentally accepting how the action now made you feel.
“I did spend the whole year hearin’ ya whine about yer feelings, so yeah. I can read ya pretty well.”
You sighed, turning your head to look at him. At this proximity, you could see the brown swirling in his eyes, and it reminded you of milk chocolate. You were nearly nose to nose with him, and you weren’t nervous at all. With Osamu, you would always be on edge. Your insides would squirm, your heart would race, and oftentimes, you would stumble over your words.
With Atsumu, you felt every muscle in your body relax when he touched you. Despite his chaotic personality and his crude language, Atsumu was so tuned in when it came to you. When you needed it, he was as calm as they come. There was such unprecedented comfort in his presence. When you were around him, it felt like everything would be okay.
“I love you.”
It came out of you involuntarily at that moment. But you weren’t scared to tell him. You should have been, but one look at him this close and all your fears were melting away. When Atsumu gave you a little smile, you couldn’t help but return it.
“I love ya too, sweets.”
His kiss was expected. Soft, slow, perfect. His lips were plush and warm, and he tasted like the chocolate he had just been eating. His arm around your shoulder tightened, and his other hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head enough to deepen the kiss. You felt your head buzz, your hands fisting at the front of his shirt and trying to pull him closer, though it was impossible.
You whined in protest when he ended the kiss, making him chuckle slightly. The sound made your lips twitch up a bit, and you ran your eyes all over his face. He hummed in approval.
“There it is.”
You blinked. “What?”
He traced your cheekbone with his thumb. “Ya know how long I’ve wanted ya to look at me like that and not Samu?”
Right. Samu. You had forgotten about him completely the moment Atsumu’s lips touched yours. The thought made you giggle and pull at his jacket collar to tug him close, until his lips were meeting yours again.
I’m grateful that I played volleyball. Because I got to meet you.
- Oh, what a cute little puppy, is it yours? - asked you with cute smile.
Hirugami couldn’t believe, the Goddess stood in front of his eyes. It took a second to realize that you were talking to him.
- Uhm… - he drawled, when he came to his senses. - Yea, he’s mine.
- Can I touch him?
- Sure.
- Woah, he’s so cute! - you squatted down and gently patted the dog. - What is his name?
- Kotarou.
- So, your name is Kotarou, - you turned to the puppy. He barked and licked your face. - Oh, you’re such a good boy! - you laughed and continued petting Kotarou.
Hirugami just watched you in silence, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat at your happy expression. He didn’t know why, but he started talking with you:
- If you-
But he was interrupted by his brother, who was approaching with a big smile on his lips:
- O, Sachirou, you’re already here! - Fukurou continued after the brothers had exchanged brief greetings. - I see you already met our temporary manager.
- Oh, are you Fukurou-san’s brother? - you stood up, when Fukurou came. - That means, - you blinked and looked at Sachirou. - You're Immovable Hirugami from Kamomedai? I didn’t recognize you. We have played against you several times. Did you want to ask me something?
- No, nothing special, - Sachirou lost the desire to continue the conversation after the arrival of his brother. In addition, Fukurou was smiling as if he was already celebrating your wedding in his mind.
- Well, Sachirou, you’ve come to Tokyo for a while, why don’t you come to visit me at practice tomorrow? - Fukuro’s grin became even more scary, but you didn’t seem to see any problem. - I’m sure, (Name)-chan will be also happy to see you again! Yes, (Name)-chan?
- Yes, come, of course! - you smiled brightly, and petted Kotarou one more time. - I’ll happy to see you and Kotarou again!
Thank you, (Name). I’ll come.
Communication with you, meetings at Sweden Adlers practice, walks with Kotaro together, all this was important for Sachirou. Although he didn’t think much of it at first. Until it’s time for him to go back to Hokkaido.
Sachirou met you after practice with Kotarou and invited for a walk. And now he looked at you silently, while you were playing with Kotarou and laughing. It’s strange, but seeing the two of you having fun together had a calming effect on Hirugami. Before he knew it, he already smiled.
I don’t want to leave.
- Oy, Sachirou, don’t just stand there! Join to us! - you waved at him, smiling. You were a little out of breath, your cheeks were flushed from active games. You looked so cute that his brain stopped working for a few seconds.
- Sachirou? - you walked up to Hirugami and waved your hand in front of him in disbelief. - Well, that’s real, Immovable Hirugami.
- Sorry, (Name), - he apologized, when he came to his senses. - I was just thinking. I think, Kotarou really likes you.
And I like you too.
After returning to his hometown, Sachirou couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head. He wanted to see you one more time. He wanted to show you his work. He wanted to walk with Kotarou together one more time. He wanted you to stay with him. He needed you.
- Hm~ That’s how, Sacchan! - drawled his sister, while Sachiro was loading your picture with him and Kotaro on the phone screen. - So, I’m annoying when I and my boyfriend are being lovey-dovey. And you load cute photos of your girlfriend on your phone screen! I don’t know, you can be so whipped.
- Please, stop calling me “Sacchan”, - Sachirou grimaced. - And she isn’t my girlfriend. Just a friend.
- He~ - Shouko grinned with a sense of superiority. - So, Sacchan, if you upload photos of your friends to your phone screen, why don’t you load a Korai-kun’s photo instead of this one?
Oh, Nee-san… Can we stop here?
Sachirou was happy, when you came to visit him in Hokkaido. He was grateful to his brother when he brought you with him. And now you were standing in Sachirou’s room and looking at the photos on his desk.
- Oh, you were so cute when you were child! - you smiled so soft when you looked at his photos, Sachirou’s heart fluttered. - O, and here you’re in middle school! You look quite intense here… But in this photo from uni you look happy!
(Name), there’s something I want to tell you right now…
- (Name), - long like vine arms wrapped around you, holding your back against his body. - I love you.
__________________
His voice sounds impossibly soft when he whispers your name with his lips right next to your ear, and his hot breath tickles the sensitive skin of your neck. You can’t see his face in your current position, but you don’t need to see him to know what he looks like- lips curled into a shy smile, his dark brows nervously furrowed and his cheeks having the slightest tint of pink in them. Your body unconsciously succumbs into his touch as you lean against him, feeling his broad chest against your back. He doesn’t falter for a second, only pulling you closer- the immovable indeed.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you make an attempt to speak, but no words come out of your mouth. Say it back- say it back- echoes through your head, but it feels unreal, you’re caught so off-guard, that your thoughts are going crazy. It’s not helpful that he is still holding you close, his near distracting you and making it hard for you to think.
You’re in love with him too.
Ever since you met for the very first time- you fell for him. The way he‘s always kind and caring to animals- he immediately melt your heart without even trying to. It‘s the same kindness and softness he always showed when he was with you. He teased you, and you teased him back- it was a cat and mouse game between the two of you, but in the end he always pulled you close and whispered sweet words of apology in your ear, not knowing about the effect he has on you. Not knowing how your heart pounds heavily, whenever he moves closer, or how the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. He makes your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself looking forward to each chance for you to meet him. But now he confessed- and his touch feels so natural, your body perfectly fitting into his arms that you just know: He’s the one.
Before you could answer, he already started to speak again, more quiet this time, his voice merely a whisper.
“Y/n- if you don’t return my feelings… It’s fine. I just wanted you to know. You don’t have to say anything.”
Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, and your hands instinctively wrap around his big ones on your waist to keep him from pulling back. He freezes, clearly unable how to interpret your actions, not moving the slightest bit, while your hands still rest on his.
You turn around until you face him, ignoring the heat in your cheeks when you look him in the eyes. You bite your lip, but you can finally breathe normally again. His soft gaze sends a warmth through your body and you start to smile involuntarily.
“I love you too.”
His eyes widen, and his hands move to the low of your back to press you against his chest, his lips curling into the widest smile you have ever seen on him- a smile you never thought he was capable of.
But-
“I just wanted you to know.” you can’t resist to mockingly repeat his words while you try to keep a cool expression- causing him to take a sharp breath at your sudden comment.
“Did you just make fun of my confession?”
“I did. What are you gonna do about it? Seems like I’m your girlfriend now, I don’t have to be afraid of you.”
“Oh?”
His face suddenly comes closer, until you almost kiss- but he stops, your lips just a heartbeat from each other’s apart. Your breath gets once again stuck in your throat, and you involuntarily move closer to close the distance- but he pulls back with a wide grin and pinches your cheek.
“Ouch!” you flinch back at the sudden sting, and he grins even wider.
“Gottcha.”
“What?” you rub your cheek- he did not pinch you hard, but you still pout when you look at him, embarrassed about how easily it was for him to get the upper hand.
“You look cute when you’re flustered like this.”
“I’m not- Sachi, stop!”
You yelp and make an attempt to free yourself out of his arms, but his hand suddenly moves to your face, and you have no chance to respond before he connects your lips.
Your hands wrap around his neck and you get on your tip-toes, he is so tall after all- for your very first kiss .
Epilogue:
A sneeze echoes through the room, and you quickly pull back from Sachirou, hastily searching for the source of the sound.
“Shhh, they will hear us. You have to be quiet.”
“I got the picture! I’ll send it to Atsumu, I’m sure he will freak out when he sees it. I told you, our Sachi is secretly a softie.”
“I want it too! He looked so happy, I’m gonna-”
A deep groan leaves Sachirou’s lips when he turns to the door, not needing to open it to know who would await him at the other side.
“Go away. I want some privacy.” The sound of hasty footsteps, walking away echoes through the room, while you press your face into his chest. His siblings are incredibly curious after all- and your cheeks heat up, when you think about how they probably witnessed the kiss.
But Sachirou is not the slightest bit embarrassed- instead, he turns to you again, still with the same teasing grin on his lips when he leans down to you.
overview: relationships are high maintenance. respecting the needs and emotions of your partner almost impossible when your entire life is moving fast. words may leave your lips quicker than your brain has time to understand what nonsense spills from your mouth to ruin the only good constant you held dear
wordcount: ~4k
notes: “i miss you in waves and tonight i’m drowning. you left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.“ denice envall
this fic is part of my january angst event "after hours"
you come home after a long day at university; with only two semester left before the real world awaits, ready to crush you in its cruel grip. yet you look forward to the challenge, as you’re ready to tackle it together with your partner.
but for now you seek his comfort, even if he’s not the best at it—at least he tries. the door to your apartment shuts and a held back sigh leaves your lips, a desperate attempt to breathe the frustration out of your system. you close your eyes once you lean your head against the hardwood.
“welcome home” kiyoomi quietly greets from the kitchen. it causes a small smile to spread on your lips while you quickly take off your coat and shoes and hurry to the source of the voice.
he’s already preparing dinner. dressed in casual clothes of a fitted black long sleeve and sweats. his dark eyes dart over to your form, taking in your tired features before they refocus on preparing the food. “sakamushi, rice and some mochis for dessert?”
you hum in agreement while you fiddle with your fingers, causing your knuckles to crack under the light pressure.
“i told you to stop with that” he reminds you with his usual low tone, not sparing a further glance at you.
“i’m sorry…”
kiyoomi barely notices your quiet behaviour, instead he sends you off to get ready for dinner.
you try with me so many times
you're cryin' out behind the smiles
and i can see right through the lies
you check in on your appearance in one of your mirrors—it’s obvious that you’re not doing well.
yet why is he so blind to it?
the nibbling on your lower lip is a habit caused by stress, biting your lips open until little droplets of blood coat your tongue in a bitter taste.
a knock on the door tears you out of your thoughts, only to be greeted his disapproving scowl once you step out of your shared bedroom. his cool fingertips tilt your chin upwards, deep eyes gazing over your tired features. “i also told you to stop biting on your lip” kiyoomi mumbles, the disappointment painfully obvious.
you swallow thickly in an attempt to keep your tears at bay, “i-i’m sorry.”
“it’s as if you got nothing else to tell me but apologies” he sighs and lets go of your face, encasing your smaller hand in his hold to pull you towards your kitchen. “dinner is ready.”
kiyoomi steps beside you a moment after you sit in front of the table, a warm cloth in his hand that he offers you to clean your lips on.
you take it wordlessly and carefully stop the bleeding before you barely touch the food on your plate.
and what we had is dead inside
you’re acting like it’s still alive
and you still wanna make it right
i know
by now your body yearns for his touch. no, it yearns for any form of acknowledgement. once you’re done with cleaning sakusa takes one of the mugs placed on the countertop and walks over to your table, most likely to finish his own studies.
your tea stands in front of you. usually he’d carry both mugs over to the table and invite you to sit with him. your eyes roam over his figure. his messy curls and tired expression, it draws you toward him. causes your hand to carefully run through his wild hair. “omi…” you mumble, tears already filling your eyes again.
his sigh is lethargic “i need to finish this before my game on friday.”
“oh-, i-i’m-”
sakusa’s eyes shoot up the second he hears your attempt of apologizing again. it cuts you off immediately, his words before dinner ringing inside your head. you force a smile to adorn your features. “i just wanted to talk to you for a moment.”
“you had your chance over dinner,” he mumbles and returns to writing in his notebook. “maybe later…”
you barely manage a hum out of your throat as you turn on your heels and hurry out of your living room to lock yourself in your bedroom. tears run free the moment the door falls shut, wetting your cheeks as the salt begins to leave a stinging pain on your skin.
it’s only three hours later that the door opens and he steps inside your little cavern of blankets, pillows and the stuffed weasel he got you back in high school.
your face is illuminated by your nightstand lamp. it almost mockingly rubs your tear stained face and his failure into kiyoomi’s skin.
sakusa kneels in front of your side of the bed, hand brushing a few strands of hair out of your face before he plants a kiss on your forehead. with that he gets back up, turning off the lamp and walking over to his side to lie down beside you.
but i've been the hardest to love
you're tryna let me go
and i can see it, i can see it
wednesday’s start slower than any other day as you both got the morning off from uni.
but today the bed is empty when you wake up. his side long gone cold, pillow and blanket neatly placed on top of the mattress.
you force yourself out of bed, to take a shower and dress yourself. at least you attempt to look presentable with a pair of light washed jeans and a white turtleneck, hair styled back into a low bun and your usual make up highlighting your features when you hear the door closing.
you step out of the bathroom to meet kiyoomi’s sweat drenched figure coming home from a run. it’s clear as day that he’s freezing cold. “i thought wednesday’s were your rest day?” you grab a towel and reach out to try and place it over his hair, but instead he stops your advances by wrapping a hand around your wrist.
kiyoomi takes the towel out of your fingers and rubs his face off, his thanks getting drowned by the soft fabric. with that he steps out of his shoes and makes his way to the bathroom, leaving you alone for another thirty minutes as he gets ready for the day.
you stand in front of your kitchen counter, cup of coffee in hand while you try to distract yourself with your phone. checking in on your uni deadlines and any good message, anything to finally lighten your spirits—to no success. your eyes shoot up to watch him open the fridge once you notice his footsteps.
“kiyoomi” you try once more.
at least his full name has an effect on him as he closes the fridge and turns around. finally facing you with a cold tea in hand. he studies your features and his brows furrow slightly in answer. “you never call me by my full name.”
“i never had to beg so much for your attention before,” you admit in return. eyes raking over the suddenly more than interesting looking countertop.
when you at last feel his hand on the small of your back your walls begin to crumble. you lean against his chest as you finally share your troubles. “my professor told me i had no chance to get that internship… and i got more rejection mails sitting in my inbox.”
a low rumble vibrates through his chest as a hand comes up to rest on top of your head. “it always seemed too far fetched to rely on getting that internship.”
your fingers clutch into the fabric of his shirt while your head tilts lower, almost as if seeking his comfort but also trying to get away from his touch. the shaking of your shoulders is all you offer him once you try to keep your sobs down.
but it’s yet another sigh from his lips that finally has you push him away and walk out of the room—not even sparing another glance at kiyoomi.
“where are you going?” he follows your retreat, voice sounding more strained than before.
you shrug on your coat, slip into your boots and grab your bag—not one word leaving your lips as you get ready to go out.
“talk to me.”
your eyes shoot right—immediately meeting his gaze. “do you really care where i go? you should be happy that i finally give you your peace and quiet.”
“i don’t wan’t–”
“why can you only kiss me when you think i’m asleep?”
kiyoomi’s eyes widen slightly as he is lost for words for the first time in what seems like forever. he frowns shortly after and approaches your figure, “i’m just–, i got a lot on my plate with volleyball and university.”
“do you think i’m not stressed as well? am i just a loser to you? kiyoomi–” fresh tears stop your response.
i've been the hardest to love
it's hard to let me go, yeah
and i can feel it, i can feel it
once his hands come up to carefully take a hold of your shoulders you flinch in order to retreat out of his reach as you shake your head. “you’re just never here-, never for me, with me...”
if he’s not here for you, then what is he doing? he rakes his brain, trying to figure out your struggle since—as far as he can remember—he actually did nothing wrong.
he always attends his classes, always gives his all during practice and games. he goes grocery shopping—with or without you, he never forces you to tag along. he cooks more often than you do, often because his classes end early and he already got a nutrition plan, but still. he also cleans the apartment you go on dates at least twice a month despite his schedule.
the thoughts bring rage to boil over inside of him. you’re the only person to actually mess with his emotions and it sadly shows more often in negative ways than positive.
“at least i am working on my career to achieve my dreams…” it falls from his lips faster than he can think of the actual meaning of his wording. but it’s the silence after that makes it all the worse.
your eyes remain glued on the floor as your head bobs up and down slowly. the feeling inside your chest subsides from pain to almost nothing while a bitter smile spreads on your lips.
“i guess i'm not part of your dreams anymore” you quietly admit once you look up at his surprised face. “sounds like i’m just holding you back, don’t i?”
the dead smile on your usually pretty face causes kiyoomi to stand there dumbfounded, staring at you instead of interrupting you—correcting you. “maybe you should be with someone who’s not a failure then.”
“no,” he finally breaks the silence, shaking his head slightly as his dark eyes fill with pain by the mere thought of losing you. one of his hands cards through his previously styled hair—messing up his relatively new side parted look.
whenever he’d do that you’d correct him playfully, teasing him about looking like his high school self again. “i told you to stop doing that…” you repeat his usual words in an almost ironic tone a moment before you open the door and leave for the day.
i don't feel it anymore
the house i bought is not a home
together we are so alone
sakusa waited for you at dinner. table set with two pairs of chopsticks, two bowls of rice, two plates, two cups of water. but the door didn’t open that night, or the morning after.
he tried calling you, but got directed to voicemail. his messages left on read before they couldn’t get delivered anymore. at least your instagram profile showed him that you were okay, or at least alive.
it’s only when he comes home from another game that the apartment feels different. the usually stuffed entryway half empty. all your shoes and coats gone. his bag drops from his shoulder, feet carrying him to your bedroom in a hurry. only to confirm his suspicion once he opens your side of the closet.
he turns around, eyeing your bed to see every silly pillow or plushie gone as well. it’s a frenzy of ‘no no no no’ in his head as he rushes out of the bedroom to grab his phone from his gym bag and open your instagram chat. he types a mess of a question, panic fueling his mind as he begs you to tell him where you are.
until he realizes you’ll probably block him on here as well if he hits send.
can he lose that? that little insight in your life? the only option he still has to know you’re okay?
kiyoomi swallows hard before he closes the app and instead opts to call your best friend.
it’s no surprise that it’s a fruitless try.
don't regret the day we met
don't forget that time we spent
forget that we're in different beds
i know
shortly after you left him, kiyoomi started sleeping on your side of the bed. trying to desperately hold on to your scent that lingered in your bed sheets until it was time to change them.
it didn’t take him long to understand how much of a distanced asshole he was. how much he actually struggled to be what someone else deserves. not when he relives your relationship every spare minute of his day.
and even three months later he’s unable to move on. yes, he cut himself off from other people, other social interactions and started hiding his feelings. at least he manages to go through his day unbothered. being a crying mess suits atsumu better than him.
so his group of friends might know that you guys broke up, but nothing more. and nobody would dare to have him open up, to annoy the already distanced opposite hitter.
—————
right now kiyoomi is anything but cold or distant as he’s scrolling through your instagram feed at 2am on a friday night. he’s never used the app as much as he does now, since your break up. trying to keep up with you.
he never meets you on campus or walks into you on accident anymore. unlike how you two did back in high school when it felt like you were around every corner of itachiyama. it left him no other option but to ask you out shortly before graduation day.
since then he never assumed to lose you, to lay alone in what was supposed to be your haven from the world—with mere 21 years.
after seeing your post of a date you had with one of your friends; a picture of you guys stuffing your faces with crepes from another ‘social-media-worthy’-shop. he can’t help but click on the message option. well, with his slightly shaky fingers it ends up being your icon and the stories you’ve posted that day.
your little giggles send a new wave of pain to his heart as your friend recorded a comparison of your face next to the crepe. the goosebumps crawl up all over his skin as he keeps on looking at your posts. boomerangs of diverse gacha machines, clothing items and performers. you seem happy, like you do incredibly well without him.
what he doesn’t know is that your friend practically forced you to go out and post something new to your feed—to possibly attract a new lover. she deemed it was time for you to finally get over your messy relationship.
and her experiment seems successful, until your most recent updates from only thirty minutes ago. it’s the playground right next to a bar you always go to with your friends. yakiniku and sake for a fair price. the perfect place for students.
the camera is shaky as you’re seated on a swing. kiyoomi can manage to make out your legs from his memory. but your voice is the centre of attention, little mumbles about how you used to come here with your ‘omi-omi’.
when your friend finally finds you, sakusa sees the angle of the camera shifting. your figure looks up at your phone, which must now be in the hands of your friend. she giggles and sakusa deems her as drunk as you.
your friend asks you mockingly what a loser like you is up to on a swing for children.
ah, the word loser brings memories back the moment he hears it. he remembers you calling yourself a loser before you disappeared out of his life.
and it seems like you remember the exact same scene as your face falls from drunk giggles to a broken expression, starting to nibble on your lower lip before you ask her where sakusa is, you never go out without him.
well, went out.
your drunk mind seems to have struggles remembering your break up. until your best friends catches up; the one that ignored sakusa’s call all these months ago. after a few complaints from your voice in the background about wanting ‘your yoomi’ to pick you up the stories cuts.
it’s only now that he realizes his wet cheeks, blinking furiously to keep the tears from spilling out of his eyes further as his lips press into a thin line.
his heart is still stuck on your voice crying out for him, causing a inner conflict to errupt as he attempts to fight his emotions. he tries to stop himself from messing with you further, tries to let you be.
'cause i’ve been the hardest to love
you're tryna let me go, yeah
and i can see it, i can see it
i've been the hardest to love
yet his body moves on its own.
by now you should be home, right? it’s 3am as he leaves his apartment to make his way over to yours. it’s the only info he found out, thanks to your letters still being delivered to his doorstep.
the cold night bites in his face, urges him to stay home—especially at an hour like this—but for once in his life he’s not acting rational.
a shaky breath leaves his lips. it evaporates into thin air like his confidence the moment he stands in front of your door. you won’t be awake.
what is he doing here in the dead of night?
why is he knocking on your door like some creep?
he’s about to turn on his heels and make a run for his life, but the little light shining on his features has him freeze on the spot. heart pounding in his ears as his shocked eyes roam along the door to see you.
you, in all your drunk little glory.
kiyoomi’s features soften upon the memories coming to his mind about the giggly thing you usually turn into once the alcohol reaches your bloodstream.
“why do you open the door in the middle of the night!?” is the first thing actually leaving his lips—a little too harsh to be quite frank—but his voice quiets down once he realizes you’re dressed in one of his shirts. you still look as if you’re his, his love and future.
“y-yoomi…?” you mumble, slightly confused the moment your eyes get used to the dark and roam over his figure.
curse your puppy gaze, it always had sakusa turn to a silly little fanboy whenever you used it.
where did it go the last months of your relationship?
was he too blind to notice it—to notice you?
it’s second nature for him to take a step forward and cup your face, to tilt your chin up as his worried expression roams over your perfectly imperfect features that make you you.
“are you okay? i-i saw your stories…did someone try something funny with you? why were you calling my name?” his touch is gentle, almost as if you’d break if he was to use more strength.
you finally manage to shake your head with slightly furrowed brows. “am okay… just tired.”
a soft sigh leaves his lips with his eyes quickly darting up into your hallway and back down to your face, noticing your eyebags at last. “why are you even awake?”
a shrug is all you offer kiyoomi in return, teeth sucking your lower lip in the moment you lose yourself in your head.
“hey-,” he softly rips you out of your thoughts, dark eyes looking intently into yours. “what’s going on in your tipsy little mind?” his head tilts slightly, curls beautifully framing his face as a little smile decorates his lips.
it's hard to let me go
and i can feel it, i can feel it
you take a deep breath, the invitation of “come…” almost inaudible the moment you breathe it out with the air you held in your lungs and step inside your apartment. your hands clutch around his bigger one, slightly tugging at his form to have him understand what you want.
sakusa follows.
what he doesn’t expect is your use of the genkan to your advantage to wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself close against his body.
trembling fingers ghost over your waistline as he whispers “y-you remember that we broke up, right?” scared of the outcome if he were to actually remind you of your split.
it’s awfully quiet after his question.
i can't, can't believe you want me
after all the heart breaks, after all i've done
no, i can't, can't believe you trust me
kiyoomi's heart is racing against your body while his fingers take fistfuls of your shirt’s fabric before he holds you even closer.
“i miss you in waves and tonight i’m drowning” you mumble against his skin.
it’s part of a poem you posted not too long ago, the lines burned themselves into his memory the moment he saw them. sakusa bites his lower lip this time, tears filling his lash lines once more as he hides his face in your messy waves of hair.
“can’t be without you…” you admit “can’t be with you…” it’s nothing more but a whisper. your own little message written on his neck and washed away with your tears once you cuddle your body closer to the familiar scent of his perfume and unmistakable scent.
you’ve never heard sakusa kiyoomi cry before. never felt his body shake as he tries to fight the tears but now it’s all that fills your mind. his beautiful sobbing, the voice crack and the hiccuping as his throat tightens further. one hand cradles the back of your head, nuzzling his face further into your hair to drown in you instead of facing the consequences of his appearance on your doorstep.
“need you, want you, miss you” is the incoherent mess of mumbles between your own tears. “just tonight…?”
“just tonight…” his shaky voice repeats a moment before he picks you up. his foot closes your door without much care as he carries you to your bedroom. kind of guessing where exactly it’s located based on the familiar night lamp—it used to illuminate your shared bedroom in a lavender tone—coming from one room.
after all the rough days, you still call me up
'cause i've been the hardest to love
the morning greets you with a harsh light shining through your open blinds and an immediate pounding against your temples. you groan in discontent and pull your covers further above your head.
but something rustles in your kitchen.
after contemplating about ignoring a possible intruder or fighting for your safety, you get up and make your way towards your little kitchen nook. you take in the state of your couch, a blanket lying on top of it neatly folded—something you’d never do—next to a pillow from your bedroom.
your eyes dart over to the stove before your body can fully rotate. the sight forces you to hide behind the wall, pressing your eyes shut as your shaky fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt. soon the chewing of your lower lip follows suit as you push yourself off the wall and face the man.
kiyoomi is still busy with the hangover soup he prepares for you while a bowl of rice is already waiting on your table.
his figure leaves you frozen, trying to edge the memory of him preparing food for you into your head as it will all end the moment he steps outside of your apartment. until he finally notices you. his lips form into a little pout once he directs his attention toward you.
the sound of his coffee mug meeting the tabletop jolts you awake. you meet his nervous gaze, appreciating his tousled hair and soft expression.
“i-i’ll leave… you seem bet—” kiyoomi starts, fingertips nervously drumming against the counter before you interrupt him by knocking the air out of his lungs.
your arms wrap tightly around his midsection, almost squeezing his ribs beneath your grip as you hide your face in his chest, eyes shut tightly.
trying to drag the end out for as long as possible...
