No.9

cineris // 28 // she/her

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[tankie-transfeminist]

Today I wanted to talk about Kyle Bassinga. Kyle was a 21 year old man from Georgia, whose family described him as "a kind, thoughtful, and smart young man who loved nature, music, and the people around him". Kyle Bassinga was killed on February 18th 2026, just ten days after his birthday. He was found hanging from a tree in a park.

The police ruled it a suicide. The family and local community demanded an investigation. The police refused to change their ruling.

I know this website it too white for this to really go anywhere, but an understanding of the present reality of white supremacy in the United States is just so important to transfeminism here. Lynchings never stopped, white supremacy never went away, you just stopped looking.

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-> arrow three: Academic Adoration

Genre: fluff, suggestive, slight disagreement, tutee!Bokuto x tutor!OC

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro of Haikyuu x Biracial OC (Half Japanese, half Afro-Peruvian)

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: not really an argument but more of a disagreement, suggestive makeout scene, profanity?? (I can't remember honestly)

a/n: I have FINALLY finished this trilogy, goodness (still not done with these pairings though, so stay tuned!) hope you all enjoy ! <3

"That's all for today. Have a great weekend, complete the assignment on Canvas, and study for the upcoming midterm."

Bokuto stretched , his arms reaching for the sky. Despite this class being an elective, it definitely proved to be harder than he expected. No matter how hard he studied, all the concepts and grammar rules got jumbled up in his head.

He shoved his books into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder when the professor called out:

"Kotaro Bokuto, if you could hang on for a second?"

The white-and-black-haired man sighed. Surely, the professor just wanted to rip him a new one and tell him his grade was doomed.

He made it to the desk at the front of the lecture hall. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"

"Ah, yes! Just a second, Kotaro." He said, flipping through his grade book. "Come around to this side. Take a look at your grades here. You're passing, but just barely. Based on your previous test scores, I calculated your average while factoring in sample test scores, and in order to pass, your score on the midterm has to be way higher than what you've scored in the past. Are you studying when you leave class?"

Bokuto nodded. "I am. More than some of my other classes, actually. I just can't grasp the content."

The professor hummed. "I see. I definitely don't want to see you fail, so I want to give you something." He went into his briefcase, fishing out a business card. "This is a former student of mine's contact information. She took my class before she graduated and she can help you."

Bokuto frowned. "Wouldn't it be disrespectful to suddenly call her as a stranger, sir?"

"Nonsense. We've kept in touch regularly and she's agreed to help out students that need it so long as she has time. She's already graduated, but is still in the area for work. She's Japanese-Peruvian, so not only is she fluent in Spanish and understands the concepts that will be on the midterm, but she's fluent in your native language and can probably explain things in ways better than I can. She's perfect to teach you. At least give her a call, I've already told her to expect it. Okay?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Bokuto gave the older man a small smile before walking out of the lecture hall.

On the way to his friend's stall, Bokuto wondered if his situation is so bad the professor had to outsource help. Yeah, he was scraping by, but was he really the only one? He didn't really want to resort to some stranger taking time out of their day to come back to a campus they already graduated from to help him, but he needed this class to pass.

Steps away from Osamu's stall, Bokuto fished the business card out of his pocket. Might as well call and get it over with before he got cold feet. He read the card fully while the phone rang:

Leiko Rojas, Marketing Coordinator

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi. Professor Valdes gave me this number and said you could tutor me? I'm Kotaro Bokuto."

"Oh hi! He told me to be expecting your call. This is great timing, I'm actually free this weekend if you wanna get started right away?"

"Oh, sure. Whatever day and time works for me."

"Great! I can be on campus tomorrow around 1? How about we meet at Isabella Montoya's food stall? I haven't seen her in a while."

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'll see you then. Thanks so much."

"Of course! See you tomorrow!"

Bokuto made his way down to Isa's stall at 10 minutes to 1PM, his dorm in unusually pristine condition in anticipation for his tutor's arrival. He didn't want to make a bad first impression to someone whose help he so desperately needed. As he approached the stall he saw a beautiful girl standing at the counter.

"I would love to try ceviche, but I'm allergic to shellfish, and all ceviches I've seen served before have shrimp in them."

"What? Tienes que probar el ceviche peruano. Peruvian ceviche is made with fish. I'll make you some one day."

"Let's get together and buy the ingredients and just make them here or at the dorm! It's been so long since we've just had a girls day, Leiko!" Isa hit the wooden counter excitedly.

"It has, right? Ugh, you were just a freshman when we met. Now you're nearing senior year, you have a successful business IN college, and most importantly, you've dropped that demon boy Taiga."

Isa laughed. "Ugh, be careful you say his name two more times, he just might appear."

Leiko tapped her chin. "Hmm, you're right. He might walk out that fridge. He's short and frigid, after all."

Both girls were laughing when the much taller man asked: "Hi, are you Leiko?"

Leiko turned around, smiling. "That's me! Bokuto, right?"

" Are you ready to get started?" She asked, turning to Isabella briefly when he nodded. "Nos vemos, Isa. I'll try to stop by again before I leave but if not, let's coordinate girls day!" Leaning in, both girls kissed each other's cheeks.

The pair started their walk back to the dorm, dodging the students who were out enjoying the Saturday with their friends and ocassionally stopping to say hi to Bokuto's friends and teammates, all of which Bokuto happily introduced to Leiko.

"You're quite the popular guy around here, Bokuto." Leiko mused.

"I meet a lot of students from being on the team, that's all. My actual friend circle is pretty tight-knit." He tried his best not to focus on her long curly hair, or the way her midriff peeked out from under her cropped button-down, or the way her heels clicked against the pavement, or the sway of her hips as she walked next to him. Key word: tried.

"Oh, so some of the people we spoke to are your teammates, then? Now I see why Valdes wants to help you so bad. Clearly if you're on the team, you must have great grades all around. Have you tried going to office hours? Or the academic center?"

"I go as often as I can, but Prof. Valdes' hours clash with games pretty often, and the academic center gets packed on days like today when I'm free. I've tried finding a friend or something that can help, but my friends either can't help or don't have time."

Leiko sighed. "That's pretty tricky. Well, let's see what I can do." She smiled.

Bokuto opened the door, letting her in first. "I really appreciate you coming out to help me. I'm sure you're busy. You know, with work and all."

"Ugh," She groaned playfully. "No work talk on Saturdays!"

He laughed. "Fair enough. Well, here we are. My room is on the left, do you want anything to drink? Water, soda, juice?"

"Water is fine, thanks." Leiko said, walking in the direction of the bedroom. "I'll get us set up in the meantime."

Bokuto nodded, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He had no idea what he thought Leiko would look like, but it certainly wasn't a curly-haired, dark-skinned, woman with a pretty smile, dimples, and curves to match. Why didn't Prof. Valdes tell him? Actually, no. It would be even weirder if he DID mention what she looked like.

He poured two glasses of ice water, pushing the door open with his socked foot. He found Leiko setting up some flash cards and books on the room's wooden desk. She took pens, highlighters, and paper out of her bag.

"Wow, you came prepared." Bokuto whistled, setting the glasses down.

"Yep. I feel like it's always best to just start from the basics, no matter where the student might've gotten stuck. Even if you feel like you don't have issues with a certain topic, it's always good to have a refresher in a tutoring session. You'd be surprised what grammar rules you missed or forgot."

Bokuto nodded. That made sense. Whenever he does manage to get a slot at the school center, they just ask what homework he has to turn in soon and they go over the assignment itself. "Okay, I'm ready. Bless me with your knowledge, O' wise one."

Leiko giggled. "Okay, let's start with el verbo ser. The verb 'to be.'"

The pair sat at the desk while Leiko explained grammar rules, gave examples, and then had Bokuto complete worksheets she made herself. Bokuto was actually impressed with how thorough her lesson was. She could easily be a teacher herself if she wanted.

"Okay, you're doing pretty well so far! Weird, usually students seeking tutoring are in need of much more help than you, but you're grasping these concepts with close to no errors." Leiko said, furrowing her brows. "Okay, I think I'll switch gears a bit. Let's go over the gender of nouns. Some teachers usually start with this, but I usually leave it for later since gendered nouns can be kind of tricky to grasp. Even I get tripped up sometimes, but I think we can get started-"

Leiko couldn't even finish her thought when the door slammed shut rather unceremoniously, with several voices now filling the space beyond the door. There was a clink of glass bottles against the fridge shelves heard amongst the shouts and laughs.

Her eyes widened, turning to Bokuto. "What…is that?"

He sighed, putting the completed worksheets in a neat pile to make space for the next lesson. "Roommate. He brings his friends over nearly everyday, it's a miracle he's still enrolled. I swear he doesn't do a single assignment."

"Everyday?! So you have to study with all this noise going on?"

"Usually, yeah."

"Can't you tell them to keep it down? At least during the week?"

He shook his head. "I've tried, but we're not really friends so I don't think my words hold much weight. He'll keep it down for maybe an hour or so, but eventually they get to drinking and caution is out the window. And even later he just goes back to the volume you hear now. It's why I've tried studying elsewhere, but most places on campus are packed and the cafes off campus require you to buy food and drinks for the entire duration of your stay, which gets pretty expensive. So I end up staying here anyway."

No wonder nothing you're taught sticks. I'm sure you're getting by in other classes since you're already familiar with the material, but these are no conditions to learn a completely new language and rules!" She huffed, pulling out a fresh set of worksheets and review packets. "This makes a lot of sense. Let's make this the last lesson for today. Would you feel comfortable meeting at my place for lessons? It'll definitely be more quiet than this and I think it'll really help you focus and retain the information."

"Oh- I, uh.." Bokuto stammered. Being in proximity to Leiko in his room was difficult enough, but to switch to her house? Would they be on her bed? Would she be in her pajamas? The thought of her dressed so comfortably led his mind to less than suitable thoughts-

"You don't have to answer right now, let's just finish up this session and you can't let me know anytime before our next! Cool?" Leiko said, bringing the focus back to the review packet. "Okay, so like I said before, gendered nouns are tricky. This is because, unless it's a living creature like a cat or a dog, you can't really predict which nouns will have which gender. You kind of have to just learn and memorize them as you go. Let's start with the nouns in this table here."

-

"Thanks again, Leiko. I definitely feel more confident going into class this week. Prof. Valdes saying 'el' or 'la' before almost every word makes so much sense now."

She laughed softly. "Of course. I'm happy to help, and you're clearly dedicated to learning so let's get you that pasing grade!" She beamed. "Think about what I said, by the way. You definitely deserve a better studying environment." She added, referencing the rowdiness that was still going on in the living room.

"I might take you up on that offer." he sighed, reaching for the doorknob. "Come on, I'll walk you out."

They stepped into the living room, a far cry from the calm, organized space they saw just hours before. There were at least five guys in the living room, sprawled out on the couch and the floor. One guy with long, black hair looked up at the pair, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? Now I see why you haven't come out of there. Who's the pretty lady, Bokuto?"

"This is my tutor, Leiko." He deadpanned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "She was just leaving."

"Leaving? Why doesn't she stay to party with us?" He stood up, approaching the pair. "What do you say, Leiko? It'd be much more fun than tutoring this guy-"

He stopped talking when Bokuto's arm shot out in front of the curly-haired woman, blocking his path. "She was just leaving, Kento."

Kento put his hands up defensively. "My bad, carry on." He laughed.

"Come on, Leiko. Let's go." Bokuto opened the door, letting her out first. As he closed the door behind him, they heard Kento mumble 'Loser' and his friends roaring in laughter.

"Sorry about that. He usually ignores anything I do, but I guess you caught his eye or something." He ran his hand through his hair, visibly frustrated.

"You don't have to apologize for him. It's not your fault, and it's definitely not the last time that'll happen to me." She chuckled. "Did you mean to walk out of the house? I appreciate the company, but I just assumed you were walking me to the door."

"I was, but I think I'm gonna go for a walk before making my way back in. I could use a break from the noise anyway."

They walked until the campus entrance, where Leiko stopped and looked up at Bokuto. " I can make it from here. My car is in the nearby lot."

Bokuto nodded. "Sounds good, I'll see you next week?"

"Yeah! Does Saturday still work for you? If so, we can just meet around the same time."

"Works for me! Well, I'll let you go. I know the traffic will probably get pretty bad soon." He said, waving before turning away.

Leiko made her way down to the parking lot in record time, her heart racing. It wasn't from her impromptu sprint. She clutched her folder as she thought back to Bokuto's chiseled arm just inches from her body, the subtle glare as he spoke to Kento in sharp contrast to the warm smile he gave her just moments after.

She flinched as her phone chime brought her back to the present. Fishing it out of her bag, she smiled as her heart raced just a tad bit faster:

Bokuto: yes to study at your place, by the way :)

"Thanks again for agreeing to drop this off for me, Bokuto. I didn't realize you and Leiko changed study locations." Isabella said, packing the food into containers.

"No problem at all, it gives me an excuse to get myself some food." Bokuto rubbed his stomach in anticipation, making the girl laugh.

"Okay, here you go. I'm jealous, I wish I had a work-related reason to see Leiko every week."

"You guys must be pretty good friends."

"She was my first friend when I moved here. Sure, I've always been familiar with the language due to media and even more so when I started taking official classes, but I was nowhere as conversational as I am now. Leiko was a great help not just by being my friend, but by knowing Spanish and being able to help me. It really helped me to not feel as lonely, too. I appreciate her a lot." Isabella placed all the containers into a bag, pushing it across the counter. "Okay, better get going while it's hot. I'll see you later!"

Bokuto thanked Isabella, grabbing the bag and turning to leave when he noticed a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. There, a few feet away from the stall, he saw Osamu staring intently. Bokuto checked his watch and made a mental note to ask another time since he needed to get to the station.

—

Bokuto rang the doorbell, with the door opening to a pajama-clad Leiko. "Hey! Come on in. I've been cleaning all day so I didn't get a chance to change, I hope that's okay? I can change now if that's better."

"Oh no need. This is your home, come as you are. I don't mind." He said, taking his shoes off before venturing into the living room. "Isa sent over some food, so I thought we could eat first?"

"Oh my gosh, fine by me. I'm starving. How did she know?"

"She actually thought we were still studying on campus so she made you something, but called me when you didn't show up around the time you did last week."

"Ay, pobrecita. I meant to tell her but work's been so busy lately, I've literally just been coming home and going to sleep." She opened the container Bokuto handed her, sighing happily and she took a bite.

"What's going on at work? Important project?"

"Something like that. Our department head left recently, and I've finally been at the company long enough to be eligible for a promotion. I really want to get it, so I've been picking up lead on more projects. I enjoy it, but it's a lot of work." Leiko leaned back on the couch and rubbed her neck, briefly remembering her neverending to-do list.

"Well, I hope you get it." Bokuto replied, suddenly feeling shy. "If the way you tutor is testament to the way you perform at work, you definitely deserve it.

Leiko blinked, taken aback. "Thank you, Bokuto. It means a lot to hear that." She smiled and shifted in her seat, causing her satin pink shorts to rise up her thighs. Or so Bokuto thought. He wasn't looking, after all.

They chatted lightheartedly as they finished lunch, and Bokuto helped clean up before their tutoring session started. They were halfway through a lesson about verb conjugation when Leiko's phone rang, which she promptly turned off. She sighed when it vibrated again almost immediately.

"Sorry, It's my best friend. I'll just answer really quickly."

"Sure, no problem. I don't mind." Bokuto reached for one of the worksheets. "I'll get started on these in the meantime."

Leiko smiled before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Hey girl! You won't believe what happened at work today." The voice boomed beyond the device.

"Hey, I'll call you back in like an hour."

"Oh shit, are you busy? What day is today?"

"It's Saturday, I'm tutoring right now."

"Oh, yeah! The cute guy, right? With the two-toned hair?"

"I will call you back, Sora."

"Mhm, it's him. I knew it. You should ask him out while he's th-"

Leiko ended the call, frustrated. She glanced at Bokuto, searching for any indication that he heard anything. He scribbled something down on the worksheet, seemingly unfazed.

Internally, though? Bokuto's mind was the equivalent of the episode of that one sitcom where the character walks into a room where everything is on fire and people are screaming.

'The cute guy?' Did he hear that right? Surely, she must've been talking about him? How many other guys with two-toned hair could she be tutoring?

'Cute…she thinks I'm cute' Bokuto tried to contain his excitement. He didn't want to alert Leiko that he overheard. Not yet, at least.

"Okay, I'm done with this page but I got stuck on the back, at the very end here." He said, handing it over.

"Oh! Let's see," She leaned in and skimmed it before noticing the problem. "Okay, so the ones you did complete are pretty good, you just got two wrong. This bottom part are actually irregular verbs, and we were just about to get into those, so let's do that right now."

Bokuto watched as Leiko worked through her unspoken jitters, bouncing her leg as she explained the concepts and hesitating to lean in too close, scooting away when she brushed up against him.

"Did something happen when you answered the phone?"

Leiko's head shot up. "Huh?"

"Well, since you hung up you seem…different? So I thought maybe something happened and it's been on your mind. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Totally. All good." She nodded.

"Really? Because you seem pretty restless and you're sitting really far away."

"I'm not that far away…"

"So you admit you're further than before the call?"

"Well, yeah—I mean no, I'm not." She sighed.

"Hm, cute."

"What?"

Bokuto raised an eyebrow.

"That you just said. What was that?"

"I called you cute." He shrugged.

"…You heard."

"Heard what?" He asked, failing to hide his smirk.

"Bokuto, you're full of shit." She flung a pillow his way, which he caught effortlessly. "You heard Sora's loud ass on that call! Here I was trying my best to just act natural and you've been laughing at me this whole time!" She lunged at him with yet another pillow.

Bokuto burst out laughing, shielding himself from her attacks. "You should've seen your face when you realized what she said! You didn't even let her finish her thought when you hung up!"

"Shut up," She whined, resting her head on his shoulder in defeat. "Ugh, this is so embarassing."

"Embarassing? I don't think so." Bokuto snaked his arm around her middle and used his newfound boldness to pull her swiftly onto his lap. "Because I think you're cute, too."

Leiko's breath caught in her throat at the sudden proximity, so close she felt his breath fan across her face. "I can feel your heart racing." She whispered.

"What a coincidence, I can feel YOUR heart racing."

Leiko rolled her eyes. "That's just you feeling my boobs."

"Two things can be true." He shrugged, causing them both to laugh.

"Well, we're both cute, both of our hearts are racing, now what?"

Bokuto inched forward, their noses touching just slightly. "If you want a kiss that bad, just ask."

Leiko scoffed, but made no moves to back away, still sat firmly on his lap.

"Or better yet, come get it yourself."

That was the push Leiko needed to press her lips against his, balancing herself with her hands on his chest. Bokuto gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer until her hand went from his chest to his hair, tangling her fingers in the silver strands.

"Are you happy now?" Leiko quipped.

He took her face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks before shaking his head gently. "Not yet." And he kissed her again. Stronger this time, deeper. His hands found their way to the roundness of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze and seizing the opportunity to intertwine their tongues when the act made her gasp. He reveled in the pillowy feeling of her lips on his, teeth clashing from the sheer eagerness of it all. His fingers slipped under her top, running his hands up her sides and causing her to squirm. Her ministrations caused him to groan from her clothed cunt rubbing against his growing bulge.

"Fuck, I've been dreaming of this." Bokuto mumbled. "Ever since you showed up to campus in those damn heels."

"Oh? Which one do you prefer? Dream or reality?" Leiko asked.

"As if you don't know." He smirked, suddenly flipping her onto the couch, worksheets and practice books cascading to the floor. He wrapped her legs around her waist, slotting himself between them comfortably. Leiko noticed how fluid his movements were, as if they'd found themselves in this position hundreds of times before.

"Is this why you blocked me from Kento?" She joked. "You wanted me all to yourself?"

He laughed. "I would block Kento from a cardboard cutout, but having you all to myself doesn't sound half bad." His voice trailed off, his kisses made their way down her neck as his hands bunched up her shirt before coalescing at her chest. All his focus shifted to the pretty mounds, taking notice of her nipples hardening under his touch.

Leiko sighed, her head falling back on the cushions, further knocking things to the ground. Her hands, still tangled in his hair, deepened their grip and tugged slightly.

Bokuto groaned. "Harder." He pleaded, lips wrapped around her nipple.

She arched into his touch, gasping as the friction from the tent in his pants sent jolts of electricity through her body. Her excitement grew as she felt his hand travel lower…lower…lower…

knock knock

Leiko screamed out of pure shock, embarrassingly loud.

Bokuto looked up at her and she did her best to ignore the flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "Are you expecting anyone?"

"No! Just you!"

"Miss Rojas, it's the landlord! Are you home?"

"Shit!" She shuffled out from under Bokuto, scrambling to her feet and buttoning her top. "Just a second!"

The older man smiled brightly as she swung the door open. "I just fixed that issue with your mailbox! I couldn't fix the original lock, so I just installed a new one. Here are the keys."

"Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Masahiro! I really appreciate it."

"You're very welcome! At least you can route your mail back to the building. Thanks for being so patient." He said, turning around to leave. "Enjoy the weekend!"

Leiko slammed the door shut, letting out a deep breath. When she turned around, Bokuto was picking up the abandoned study materials, placing them into neat piles on the coffee table.

She sighed. "Maybe we should resume the lesson?"

He nodded. "Uh, yeah! Sounds good. I think we were doing the, uh-"

"Irregular verbs!"

"Right. Irregular verbs. Verbs that aren't regular, yup."

Leiko sat back down on the couch, reaching for the workbook. When she leaned back, she hit something warm and sturdy. She turned around to see Bokuto's arm dangling effortlessly around her shoulder and glanced up at him, laughing when he winked in response.

"Grow up." She rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the lesson and pushing down the flutters in her tummy.

Rubbing her temples, Leiko leaned back in her office chair, fighting the youthful urge to spin around. As much as she loved her job, the part that required her to make proposals and plead her case drained her more than she'd like to admit. Creating the marketing plans and executing them was a piece of cake, but proving to her boss why they should move forward? She wished everyday she could hand that task off.

Her phone buzzed, bringing her back to the present. The telltale signs of a smile ghosted across her face as Bokuto's flashed across the screen. The star athlete had sent her a TikTok link to a video of some business employees joking about how much they didn't want to be there along with a text:

B: this you huh?

Before her fingers could even attempted a reply, her phone took flight, finding purchase in Sora's hands.

"Ouuu, a text from the boyfriend! I told y'all that's why she was smiling."

"Give that shit back, Sora." Leiko reached out, her retrieval mission proving unsuccessful as Sora leaped back.

"Aww, why? Can't wait to text him back? Gonna ask him back over to yours?"

"That's none of your business." She mumbled as a group of their work friends gathered around them.

"Leiko, what's this I hear of you having a boyfriend finally?" Mrs. Suzuki asked. "You know I've already told you I want you to find someone before I retire."

"Guys, Sora is just full of it. Bokuto and I are just friends. He attends my alma mater, and I tutor him sometimes. That's it." Leiko sighed.

"Friends don't sit in each other's laps and make out." Sora smirked, causing a collective gasp from the group.

"That was one time."

"Didn't you also increase the amount of times a week you guys meet? Have you kissed again since that 'one time'?" Sora asked, nodding when Leiko didn't respond. "Yup, thought so."

"The fact that it happened at all is proof this isn't just some guy, Leiko." Mrs. Suzuki pointed out. "Remember the holiday party? That poor boy from Accounting?"

Sora cackled. "Yeah, he took months to muster up the courage to talk to her and when he finally asked her out, she said-"

"'Go where? Back to work?'" She and Mrs. Suzuki exclaimed together, devolving into a fit of giggles.

Leiko grabbed her phone back from Sora, finally getting a chance to respond. "You guys are impossible."

"So," Sora turned back to her desktop, ignoring her friend's complaint, "When's the next time you see your little boyfriend?"

"Two days from now."

"No protest on the boyfriend thing?"

"It's not like you'll listen to me."

"Eh, you're right."

Leiko stared at her phone screen as an emoji reply from Bokuto came in. Could she really be falling for someone younger?

"Okay, it looks like you've grasped this concept pretty well, so we can move into negation."

"How's work?"

Leiko looked up from the table. "Huh?"

"How's work? You metioned that promotion you're working towards, how's that going?"

"Work's good." She nodded. "So, negation is pretty straightforward in Spanish, when you want to make a negative sentence, you add the word 'no' before the verb-"

"Did I do something wrong?"

Leiko sighed. "What?"

"You insisted on studying at a cafe, something we never do. You're brushing off my jokes and barely hugged me back today, and now you're avoiding my questions." He laughed humorlessly. "I just want to know if I did something."

Leiko closed the book. "No, you did nothing wrong, Bokuto. I just think we should really focus on the lessons, especially with exams getting closer. I really want you to pass."

"Yeah, as my tutor. Not as my friend, and definitely not as the only person I've been kissing for the past two weeks."

"Shh!" She looked around the room, panicking silently.

"Ah, is that it? You're embarrassed of me?"

"What? No, of course not. Bokuto, you're great, but you're still in school. Wouldn't you prefer to date someone in your class rather than some alumnus?"

"I'm not gearing up for prom night, Lei. I'm an adult too. You're talking about yourself like you're the neighborhood MILF. We're just a few years apart."

"I'm not trying to argue about this." She rubbed her temples. "I don't want to argue with you."

"I don't either, but you can't blame me for feeling like you're pushing me away. Did someone…say something? Prof. Valdes or someone?"

"No, it's not like that. I just…want to be taken seriously."

"And that can't happen if you're with me?"

"I just think we should both be with people our own ages, that's all."

Bokuto opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Suddenly, his lips pulled into a tight smile. "Okay."

"Okay?"

He nodded, but didn't add anything else.

"Right, so…" Leiko opened the book again, searching for the page in an attempt to hide her fluster. "When answering a negative question…"

"Could you please stop screaming my ear off?" Leiko sighed, walking back to her desk from the printer.

"NO. The whole office deserves to hear how ridiculous your behavior is." Sora said, hot on her heels with a glare etched on her face.

"What was I supposed to do? Huh? Let you continue to tease me day in and day out?"

"First of all, do not act like I had a hand in the way you treated that poor boy, I always tease you. We are best friends. That doesn't mean go breaking hearts!"

"Girls, girls. You're lucky I still work here, the Chief was on his way to see what all the screaming was about. I told him I'd come instead. What is going on back here?" Mrs. Suzuki shuffled over.

"She broke up with her boyfriend, Mrs. Suzuki!" Sora shouted, pointing at Leiko.

Leiko rolled her eyes. "We were never together. I just told him he should date someone younger." She jumped in surprise as Mrs. Suzuki hit her over the head with a small stack of papers.

"You silly girl! Why would you do that? After the way you were walking around this office smiling and giggling at your phone with a gleam in your eye, you throw him to the curb?"

"But Mrs. Suzuki!"

"Shush, no talking from you. You've done enough." She said, watching Leiko's shoulders slump in defeat.

"And that's not all!" Sora continued. "She also went on a date WITH ANOTHER MAN."

Mrs. Suzuki gasped. "Leiko!"

"I just wanted to move on from…whatever we had!"

"Well?" Sora raised an eyebrow. "Did it work?"

"No." Leiko sighed, slumping into her chair. "I agreed since he was older and sounded impressive on the app. But then I got there and all he did was talk about himself and try to get me to give him marketing advice. Whole time I was there I just couldn't stop thinking about Bokuto and how much I miss him. He actually cared to ask me what I'm working on and how I'm feeling."

"How's the tutoring going?" Sora sat at her desk, angling her chair to face Leiko.

"We're back to once a week, with last session being over the phone."

"Damn, he don't even want to see you. That's crazy." Sora shrugged when Leiko glared at her.

"Leiko," Mrs. Suzuki chimed in. "It's okay to admit when you've made a mistake. There's nothing wrong with dating someone younger, he can't help he was born later. And, if you ask me, the one acting like a baby right now is you."

"Me?!"

"You hurt that boy's feelings and made a decision on your relationship with him all on your own. Did you even talk to him about how you felt? Listened to what HE thought?"

Leiko sighed. Maybe she was the immature one, she hadn't even thought of expressing her feelings to Bokuto.

"I really thought I was doing what was best for both of us."

"Nope, you're actually just running away because of fear." Sora mumbled.

"If you really like that boy, talk to him. Tell him how you're feeling." Mrs. Suzuki patted her shoulder gently. "AND, stop thinking you're right all the time."

Leiko took a sip of her afternoon coffee, staring at the window. The day of Bokuto's exam came and went, but the curly-haired girl hadn't heard back. Even when she reached out to talk about her thoughts, Bokuto responded that he was focused on exams but promised they'd have time to talk afterwards.

"I hope he passed." She mumbled to herself.

The office was emptier than usual, with many employees either taking half or the full day off for Valentine's day. Mrs. Suzuki took the day off to spend with her husband, and Sora was heading out of the office to meet up with her girlfriend who had booked them a reservation at her favorite restaurant.

"See you later, girl!" Sora called out, wrapping a scarf around her neck.

"Hm? Oh yeah, see you later." Leiko answered, walking away from the window and back towards her desk.

Sora sighed, predicting what her friend was deep in thought about. "Have you spoken to him?"

"Don't worry about that. Go enjoy Valentine's Day. Say hi to Manami for me." Leiko smiled.

Sora opened her mouth to say something, but got interrupted by Leiko's phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Leiko! You're at work, right?"

"Huh? Bokuto? Yeah, I'm at work, why?"

"I wanted to show you my grade, do you have a minute?"

Leiko smiled, happy that Bokuto would go out of his way to come show her his grade in person.

"Yeah, of course. Give me a second."

—

Leiko grabbed her coat and headed down with Sora to meet with Bokuto. What she didn't expect, however, was to see Bokuto with a peacoat, black slim fit turtleneck and khaki trousers, a sharp contrast from his usual hoodie and jeans. His hair was also gelled down, another far cry from his usual spiky style. In his hand was a massive bouquet of light pink roses and baby's breath. The most notable, however, was the massive sign behind him that read "Will You Be My Valentine?"

"Bokuto, what's this, your hair, I-" Leiko stammered.

"I know you said we should see people our own age. You asked me if I would't prefer to date someone in my class than you. Said you wanted to be taken seriously. Of course, my initial reaction would've been to argue back, but where would that get me? I thought to myself, would she just use my reaction to validate her words? Would I come off as immature if I plead my case? So I didn't. I pushed it all down and tried to move on. But Leiko, " He scoffed, shaking his head slightly, "I don't want to move on. I want to be more than just some guy you helped ace his test. I want to go on dates. Be the one you can call when you need a listening ear. Be the one you go to when you want to laugh. I want you to see some stupid thing on the store shelf and think of me. I want to introduce you to all my friends. I want you cheering me on at my games. And I definitely want to be there when you get that promotion." He winked, making Leiko laugh. "So, I'm here, in front of your job, on Valentine's Day, to ask that you at least give me a chance to prove that I can be all those things for you. And don't try to send me away, I'm wearing layers and prepared to stand here for hours if I have to."

Leiko burst out laughing.

"Seriously? I pour my heart out to you and you laugh?" Bokuto's shoulders slumped.

"I only laughed because you're so cute, you big dummy." Leiko grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her lips on his. "I'm sorry I spoke to you that way. As one of the youngest in the office, I'm constantly being reminded of my age and considered too young for this or that. I was worried that us being together would play a role in that, and in turn, I selfishly decided on our fate alone. In the end, all I did was project my own immaturity onto you. I miss you." She admitted.

Bokuto smiled. "It's okay. Being scared is normal, all I wanted was for you to talk to me. You don't have to resolve things on your own." He reach up, his calloused thumb rubbing against her cold cheek. "You still haven't answered my question, though."

Leiko furrowed her brows. "Question? What question?"

Bokuto turned around swiftly, running towards the sign behind him. With a flip of a switch, the previously dim letters lit up, illuminating the sidewalk. "You gonna be my Valentine or what?" He spread his arms wide with a goofy grin.

Leiko shook her head. "You're silly, you know that?" She said, walking towards him.

"Aw, come on. You know you like me just as I am."

"Yeah, I do." She closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his middle. "And yeah, I'm gonna be your Valentine."

"Thank God, I was really hoping I wouldn't have to ride the train back with this sign after you shooing me away. That would've been awkward."

The pair laughed, with Leiko reaching up to press another chaste kiss to Bokuto's lips. "How did you know I was here?"

"I remembered your friend's name and reached out to ask her if you'd be at work today and to help me coax you out of the building. It was actually her idea to say that I wanted to show you my test in-person. She figured you'd at least be curious enough to come see it."

She rolled her eyes. "Why do I even bother asking? Of course Sora is at the scene of the crime." She sighed. "Still, I'm glad you came." She kissed him again.

"Be careful, you keep kissing me, people are gonna get the impression you have feelings for me." He teased, smirking.

"Let them think what they want." She mumbled against his lips, jumping when she felt Bokuto's phone ring in his pocket.

"Shit, sorry." He grumbled, checking to see who dared to ruin such a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Huh? It's Isabella."

"What? Answer it. She never calls anyone unless it's urgent."

"Hello?" Leiko watched as Bokuto's face shifted from confusion to shock. "He did what? Damn…did he win? Okay, okay I'm sorry! I know that's not the point. Is Atsumu there? Okay, just hold on. I'll be there as soon as I can. Okay, I'm coming!" He shouted into the receiver, scrambling to pick up his sign.

"What is it? Is she okay?" Leiko asked, concerned.

"She's fine, but my friend beat up her ex and the campus police are getting involved. She wants me to come difuse the situation."

"Damn! Taiga deserves it though. Your friend won, right?"

"I asked her the same thing and she yelled at me!" He huffed. "Sorry, baby. I planned a dinner and everything." He looked at her sadly.

" We can take my car, work's pretty much over anyway. Come on!" Leiko grabbed his hand, leading him to the parking lot.

[ohcashewart]

[seasimss]

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ꪆৎ trueform!sukuna helping ease your period cramps — mdni, nsfw

you’re curled in your bed, the duvet tight in your grip as you wince in pain, tears staining your cheek. period cramps to be specific. sweat from your body making your pyjama’s top stick to your skin but you’re too exhausted to go shower and change.

“still in bed?”

you lift your head towards the door where sukuna stands, all four arms crossed in front of his torso. you don’t answer him when you plop your head back on the pillow, just clutch the duvet tighter with a small sniffle.

“are they that bad?”

“yeah…” you answer weakly, clutching your sides as the pain intensifies for a moment and let out a laboured breathe.

“pathetic.” sukuna murmurs, drifting away from his place by the door to the edge of the bed before yanking the duvet from you in one quick and swift movement.

you look at him, tiredness plaguing your face but before you can even protest, he yanks you down by your ankles until he rests easily between your thighs.

“i read somewhere,” he starts off, tugging your shorts off then moving your underwear to the side and already pushing down his boxers, freeing his cock before he continues. “sex can help with period cramps. wanted to test that.”

your eyes widen with surprise, mouth agape and when he lines one of his cocks to your entrance, pushing gently at first, you can’t help but audibly gasp. one pair of hands hold your ankles aaginst sukuna’s shoulders whilst the other settle on your outer thighs as he slowly eases the remaining of his cock into you.

“sukuna!” you gasp once again when he’s buried his whole length in you, suddenly realising he hadn’t bother to place any towels down. “i’ll make a mess on the bedsheets…”

“it can be cleaned up, sweetheart.” he coos, leaning down and one hand moves from your ankle to your calf, sharp nails drawing against your soft skin as one leg rest on his forearm. the other still held close to his shoulder by the ankle.

you moan as his other cock rubs against your clit, the feeling euphoric and you relax a little, trying to enjoy the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you. you close your eyes, soaking in the blissful feeling with sukuna hovering over your upper body.

when he moves his grip from your thighs to your your hips, elevating them from the mattress and tilting them just enough so his tip hits deeper, you moan. hands clawing at his forearms as the head of his cock kisses your cervix and you arch you back off the bed, whimpering his name.

he maintains his thrusts, the lewd wet houses filling the room accompanied with your gasping. it’s not long before you can feel your orgasm build up and he can tell by the what your thighs shiver against his lower torso.

“coming already?” a hint of disappointment is present in his tone and you hum, eyes squeezed shut.

“ah- ‘kuna, don’t-don’t stop.” one of your hands moves up to squeeze your chest over your top but he’s quick to swat it away, freeing your ankles from his grasp. replacing your hand with his own once he’s pushed your top up, revealing your bare chest. he palms your nipples.

you arch into his touch, enjoying ever moment of his touch and the hot knot in your abdomen tightens and tightens until-

“ahh- fuuuck..” you moan, walls clamping down around his length and you squirm against his hold as the orgasm washes over you.

sukuna doesn’t stop his thrusts until he’s hit his own high, holding your hips firmly as he filled you up with his load, a deep grunt erupting from his throat.

“feel better, brat?” he asks once you’re somewhat back from cloud nine, a small smile on your lips at you look up at him.

you chuckle before tugging at his arms making him lean down before you plant a kiss on his lips. “yeah..”

a/n: kinda self indulgent but also i’m dying a little out here and this hot water bottle doing nothing :’)

[johnnysimmer]

Laid Back Hair Collection

Been a while since I released textured hairs so here's a free collection composed of 6 different afro-textured hairs :D I hope you guys like it. Next month will be resident evil collection so I hope y'all are excited for that and I'll also be releasing individual early access hairs along the way.

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[mik0rin]

are we still friends? status: updating...

kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers warnings: cussing, suggestive content, two idiots in love <3 word count: 4,887

<- prev m.list next -> a/n: i'm backkkk, sorry i was mentally unokay

Seventeen years of schooling has finally come to an end and all there is left to do is walk across that stage. Sweet spring wind blows through the trees as you walk to the station, and Mika knocks her shoulder against yours.

“So happy to see your boyfriend, you’re damn near skipping.”

You shoot her a pointed look, “Not my boyfriend.”

“Not yet anyways.” She gives you a teasing smile, making sure she’s a few steps ahead of you in case of physical retaliation.

“Don’t start, I still have that video of you drunk and crying on the phone with Mr.Bio-Lab”

Her smile immediately drops, “You said you deleted that.”

You smirk at her, catching up with her and pulling her into the station, “I did, but ‘recently deleted’ is a thing, babes.”

The girl clings on to you, pleading that you don't recover the video and you laugh as the train pulls in. People filter out and you look for a familiar head full of raven-colored hair; your eyes scan the crowd and you can’t find him. Mika asks where he is and before you can say anything, your breath is stolen from you.

It's still the same Tetsuro, tall with a lazy grin that stretches his lips when he sees you. But his hair? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine and you’ve never doubted Kuroo’s attractiveness before but something about the wolf cut he got, has your heart racing at F1 speeds.

It’s beautiful; cut into layers that frame his face perfectly, parted down the middle, longer in the back, and then the few pieces that fall into his eyes.

Oh, this was going to drive you crazy.

The desire to run your fingers through it already starts to form in your mind. You push them down for now and walk towards him, meeting him halfway and he embraces you in a bear hug. You breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne and sneak a touch at the hair at the nape of his neck. Kuroo's hands caress your waist and he soaks in the feeling of being at the receiving end of your gentle touch.

You pull away and you catch the way his eyes settle on your lips for a second. It was fast, gone as quick as it came and you watch his attention divert when Mika greets him, and he offers her a small hug. You both point out his hair and his smile morphs into a shy one.

“Does it look okay?” He runs his hand through it and you watch the way his muscles flex. His shirt rises slightly exposing the band of his boxers, and you have to rip your eyes away when Mika elbows you discreetly.

You clear your throat, trying to cover up your wandering eyes. “It looks amazing, Tetsuu. It really suits you.”

He beams at the compliment and you swear his chest puffs up a little with pride. Mika agrees too and Kuroo wears that little cocky smile you're used to seeing when more than one person praises him.

The three of you start to walk out of the station, falling into easy conversation and Kuroo mentions that he wanted to try something new and that led to him telling the hair stylist to do what they thought would look best.

You have to find that hairstylist and send them a fruit basket or something. They knew exactly what they were doing.

When you get halfway between the station and your apartment, Mika hugs you goodbye and before she pulls away, she whispers in your ear.

“At least wait till you get home before you rip his clothes off.”

“I’m saving the video.” You give her the sweetest smile and her face is full of panic. You don’t even let her start her usual ass-kissing and tell her goodbye. You usher Kuroo towards the crosswalk and he tells her bye with a look over his shoulder.

Mika’s shoulders slump in defeat as she walks in the opposite direction to her apartment, and you giggle at the loud sigh she lets out.

“What’s wrong with her?” Kuroo asks as you cross the street.

“Nothing, she’s just dramatic.”

The two of you walk in comfortable silence and you steal glances at the man. Your brain is buzzing with thoughts and some of them aren’t so innocent. You start to wonder how permanent that “one-time thing” is. And it’s not only the haircut, it's him. You missed him in a way you know wasn’t friendly and it only gets harder by the day.

Tetsuro can feel your eyes and the tips of his ears turn pink, your attention is making him nervous. Truth be told, you were right about two weeks being a long time. His heart yearned to be near yours and every time he closed his eyes, he only saw you. It was eating at him and he wishes he could go back to that conversation and pour his heart out instead, but the past is the past and you can’t change it.

The dark-haired man turns his head, catching you in your not-so-subtle stares. You quickly look ahead of you, pretending to be fascinated by street signs you’ve seen a million times.

“Are your parents coming tomorrow?”

You shake your head, “No, they’re coming on graduation day.”

Kuroo rubs the back of his neck, pink peppering across the bridge of his nose and the apple of his cheeks.

“Do you want to go to dinner?”

You tilt your head at his nervous demeanor, but your words come out airy, “Yeah, we can go to the place near my house?”

His eyes are stuck on the pavement, “Actually, I made a reservation.”

“You made a reservation?” You say slowly.

It’s not completely unbelievable but something about the way he’s acting is causing confusion and suspicion to stir within you.

Kuroo pouts, his voice bashful, “I wanted to do something nice for your graduation dinner.”

You wrap your arm around his and lead him into the elevator. There’s a silly smile on your face because you can’t help but think that his behavior is so adorable. It’s a side of him people didn’t see often, Kuroo was normally calm and collected, occasionally teasing others and successfully aggravating them.

However, there were moments (often around you) where that would disappear. And he became sentimental and looking to please; where he wanted nothing more to make sure the other person knew how much he cared and how important their life was.

It’s something you love about him.

You press the button for the fourth floor and humor him, “Okay, what restaurant?”

“Hiramatsu.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Tetsuu, that place is expensive!”

You’re both still technically university students, so money isn’t exactly in abundance right now.

“Expensive and fancy,” He grabs your key, unlocking the door, “So don’t embarrass me and wear something nice.”

You hit him in the back of the head and he yelps.

“I always look good. You on the other hand…”

Your eyes scan him and you make a face of disapproval, like his personal style choice offends you. You’re lying of course, he looks good but you can’t let him win.

Except he’s looking at you with this smug grin, like he knows something you don’t.

“Never said you were ugly, angel. Trust me I know how pretty you are, with and without clothes. Wanna make sure other people know too.”

Your body heats up; the pet name and the implication of his words is causing your brain to malfunction. The two of you haven’t made any jokes or even mentioned that night since it happened, and now he decides this is the time?

And to push your buttons even further, he shrugs and adds, “That’s why I said to wear something nice, you can’t exactly go out naked, can you? You would be charged with indecent exposure and I can’t be associated with a criminal.”

Then Kuroo is brushing past you and heading towards your room and it takes a few seconds before you’re trailing behind him, telling him he’s such a dirty-minded individual and Tetsuro laughs it off, enjoying your flustered state.

“If you’re just having dinner with a friend, why is the outfit so important? You look good in all of them.”

You huff out, “Mika, I’m going to hang up on you.”

She shrugs, “You’re the one who called me.”

“Whatever.”

“Since you wanna be so difficult and if you need my opinion that bad, I say wear the red one and make sure you put your hair up because it has a low back.”

“You’re so right.”

“What would you do without me?”

“Probably be happy.”

“Girl boo. You’re not funny.”

You step into the red floor length gown, pulling it up and that’s when you realize you cant get the zipper on your own. And the only person here to help was the man that was causing all these conflicting feelings in the first place.

“Fuck.”

Mika perks up, “What?’

And you turn your head to the side, through pouty lips you grumble out, “I can’t zip myself up.”

Her expression is flat but there’s a teasing glint in her eyes, “Hmm. I wonder who you’re gonna have to ask.”

“I really do not like you right now.”

“Its karma for you saving that video of me.”

Before you can even come up with something clever to say, she hangs up with a quick, “better ask him soon or y’all will be late.”

You let out a deep sigh and check yourself in the mirror before going out to the living room to ask for help, but as you’re doing so you stop and study your reflection.

Your body language is identical to when you go out on dates. Everything right down to the jittery nerves is exactly the same, and a thought passes through your head.

Is this a date?

But, it can’t be. Like Mika said it’s dinner with a friend, in fact it’s your celebratory graduation dinner. So where would a date fit into this?

But it could be. Tetsuro made a reservation at a restaurant that is way out of a college student’s budget, you’re dressed to the nines, and you like him.

But it’s not. Your best friend is tenderhearted and he does these kinds of things because that’s who he is. Kuroo cares and he’s sweet about it, he goes out of his way to show his friends they mean a lot to him and their wins are his wins. And this is just one of the ways he chooses to do so.

Your feet softly pad against the carpet and your face to face with the man who’s responsible for all your conflicting thoughts. And now you’re having even more.

“Um.. could you zip me up please?”

Tetsuro's eyes land on you and every cell in his body reacts. You look divine. You’ve been beautiful since the first day he met you but there’s times where he has to step back and marvel at what could only be described as a heavenly gift. The way your dress hugs in places his hands have worshiped and the beading looks like star fragments desperately clinging to the one they love most.

And your face, a face he’s seen a million times but can never grow tired of. Kuroo wants to cradle it in his hands and speak in a way that robs poets of their jobs. He wants to see his reflection in your eyes, that way he knows his love is getting captured by your pupils.

After what seems like a lifetime, he replies.

“Of course.”

He grabs the zipper, his eyes drink in the smooth skin on your back. It’s taking every ounce of strength he has not to pepper kisses down your spine. And well for you, its taking everything in you not to react to the feeling of his fingertips slowly touching you.

You know its just a zipper but it feels like so much more.

The tension in the air is thick and you don’t know what to do, so you fall into familiarity.

You turn around to face him, “I hope this saves you from embarrassment.”

Tetsuro takes your hands into his, his tone is breathy in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“You could never embarrass me.” His face starts to heat up, looking at you is disastrous for his heart and mind.

“Why are you so pretty? Why do you do this to me?” He’s whispering, soft and gentle. And it’s touching your heart; why can’t he be yours?

The taxi honks pulling the both of you this moment and Tetsu waits until you put your heels on before opening the front door. And when you get downstairs to the taxi, he opens that door too, waiting until you’re fully seated and buckled in before closing the door. He enters on the other side and politely informs the driver of the destination. It’s not a long car drive but the subtle glances, hands brushing against each other, and knees touching ever so slightly, are enough to make time move slowly.

You’re riding a high that reminds you of a teenager on their first date. Everything causes heart palpitations and you’re overly aware. But you tell yourself that it isn’t a date and that all the feelings you’re having are unnecessary; as Tetsuro said, he only wants to do something nice for your graduation dinner.

Kuroo pays the driver and hurries out to open your door for you; you thank him and he offers his arm to stabilize you on the cobblestone pathway.

Once inside, he talks to the hostess and then she’s leading you to your seat. The restaurant is straight out of a movie; soft lighting, decorated tables, and piano music drifting through the air. You’ve always wanted to experience a place like this, you’ve always wanted to feel like the lead in a romance movie and someone is finally giving you the chance.

You peek at him over the menu; your eyes study his dark eyelashes, the slope of his nose, the pink of his lips.

If eleven-year-old you could see this right now, she would probably throw up out of disgust. You remember how much you hated being romantically lumped in with Tetsuro.

And now, you sit across from him with hearts in your eyes and cupid’s arrow shot right through your chest.

“What are you getting?”

“Huh?” Kuroo gives you a few seconds to process his question instead of repeating himself.

“I was thinking maybe the scallops or the pasta.”

“I was thinking the scallops actually, if you want to get the pasta?”

You frown a little bit, he always does this. Anytime you can’t pick between two different dishes, he always just orders one of them and pretends not to notice when you eat off his plate. It’s sweet but you always wonder if he’s been forcing himself to eat things he doesn’t want for your sake. And whenever you bring it up, he dismisses it saying it’s not that serious and the two of you just like the same things.

The waiter comes around taking your orders and the menus, and you’re left with nothing to distract you from the feeling of being hyper aware of each other’s presence. It’s like something out of those shitty movies you made Tetsuro watch whenever it rained. And no matter how much he complained, he was always so much more invested in you; screaming at the tv about how oblivious the two main characters were and what was taking them so long to confess their love for each other.

Little did he know that foreshadowing was one of the universe’s favorite pastimes.

“Before I forget,” He rummages through the inner pocket of the jacket he had long shed, “This is for you.”

You didn’t miss the way his face and neck turned a romantic shade of pink or the way his hand trembled ever so slightly as he handed over the perfectly wrapped gift.

In less than three seconds you’ve ripped through the meticulous wrapping and when you open the brown leather book, your eyes begin to resemble the glasses on the table.

You flip through the book seeing all the first day of school photos your mom forced the two of you to take. There are photos of Halloweens, Christmases, and everything in between. You don’t even remember the camera being out for half of these. Most of the album consisted of candids and it was like seeing the relationship between the two of you from an outside perspective, and you wondered if you always looked this adorable to other people.

“Where did you get all these pictures? I don’t even remember taking some of these.”

“I spent a few hours digging through your attic back at home. Your mom helped me a bit, after she lectured me for almost an hour about not coming over for the last two years.”

“Imagine being her daughter and instead of asking me about me, she asks about you! I swear she loves you more than she loves me. But I love it so much, Tetsu. Thank you so much.”

You smile at him and you want to say you love him too, it’s right there at the tip of your tongue but the pictures of your childhood are just more physical evidence of your everlasting friendship and the risk is starting to outweigh the reward in your mind.

“And one more thing.”

You raise an eyebrow, “One more thing? I’m starting to feel spoiled.”

Kuroo grows visibly more nervous, he doesn’t know how you’ll take this. 10 years of friendship and you've exchanged a fair share of sentimental gifts but this seems almost romantic.

It’s definitely the scene he set up, and it wasn’t something he left up to chance. If there was one thing that boy is, it’s intentional. It’s not by coincidence that the restaurant looked like something out of your romantic fantasies; Tetsuro has known you since you were both 11, he knows you like he knows his own name. And he knows exactly what he’s trying to do.

He wants to be with you. Not only in the way your bodies connected a few weeks ago.

Kuroo Tetsuro wants to be your boyfriend.

And he has amazing memory.

He doesn’t quite remember if it was a school trip or a joint family vacation but he does remember being in Hokkaido with you, and how you pulled him through a jewelry shop, your hand in his showing him everything with such a sparkle in your eye, he thought if that’s what stars looked like up close. After you made him stop and look at every single piece, you made a comment that stuck with 15 year old Kuroo:

“I think whoever loves me in the future will come here and get me something. And not even because it’s expensive, it just means they listened and remembered.”

He pulls out a small velvet jewelry box and your eyes go wide at the logo.

“Tetsu, you didn’t.”

“I did and I know you want to open it.”

And there you sat at dinner with a brand new custom necklace. Tears fall gently as you examine the gold necklace; its chain is dainty but the pendant that sat in the middle is what really took your breath away.

A water lily with small pink stones inside to resemble the pistil of the flower. The details were so intricate, you could only imagine how long it took her to make this and you don’t even want to know how much it cost him.

“This is beautiful, why did- I don’t even know what to say right now.”

“Thank you, Tetsu you’re the best boyf- best friend ever’ works, you know.” His ears are the same shade as the gems in the pendant and his heart is racing at a speed that cannot be safe. But none of that matters because the look on your face is worth whatever embarrassment or nervousness he’s feeling.

You want to say something so desperately it burns at the back of your throat, but the words don’t seem to form. You feel like no words could properly describe your gratitude, appreciation, and love. This boy does something to you that only the gods could comprehend.

And before you could quell that burning feeling and figure out what to say, plates are set on the table and everything is lost in the delicious aroma of the food in front of you.

Dinner flew by in a dreamy blur; between every bite, every small comment or silly joke, and glance at the velvet box, both of you could feel a sort of simmering electricity. It's as if all the words you left unsaid and emotions left unaddressed had been converted into energy, and it only got stronger the longer it was left untouched.

You unlock your front door and walk to your room with Kuroo following right behind. When you hear the soft click of the door closing, you wrap your arms around him. He stiffens slightly out of shock before relaxing into the embrace.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Tetsuu. I just- I don’t know what to say, honestly.” Your voice is muffled by his chest but it doesn’t matter, nothing you say would ever escape him.

His hands rub small circles into your lower back before he pulls away slightly and looks down at you.

“You don’t have to say anything, I already know.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the box, his eyes scanning your neck, “Can I put it on you?”

You reply with a quick nod before turning around for him. You hear him behind you fiddling with necklace clasp and he curses then mutters a quick “sorry, accidentally dropped it.” A few seconds later, his fingertips graze your collarbones and you suck in a sharp breath, the sensation causes your stomach to stir.

This is too intimate, everything from the taxi ride to this moment has done disastrous things to your heart. But you’re not exactly complaining, you like the feeling even if it is tearing you apart slowly.

“All done.”

You walk towards your mirror so you can get a closer look. And as you admire the way the gold makes your skin glow, you lock eyes with your best friend’s through the reflection. Your smile beams so bright that Kuroo wants to comment that it puts the necklace to shame; instead he smiles back biting his tongue.

“I really love it, its so pretty.”

He lets out a breath, half joking ,“Good, because this would be awkward if you hated it.”

“Come onnn, you know I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t like it.”

There’s a short pause before you simultaneously say:

“Yeah you would.”

“I definitely would.”

You both burst out laughing, admittedly you don’t have the best poker face or mouth for that matter. You were never ungrateful for gifts but anyone within a 10 mile radius would be able to tell if you didn’t like something.

A yawn rips through you like a tidal wave and while you want this night to go on forever your body is not able to keep up.

“You can’t hang.” Kuroo teases.

“Oh shut up. I’ve been up forever, you at least got to sleep in.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“I’m gonna punch you.”

He taps his cheek as an invitation, his eyes full of mischief and when you ignore him opting to head to the bathroom instead, he smiles likes he’s won some grand prize.

“I knew you wouldn’t…. Pussy.”

A few seconds later, a lotion bottle flies through the air narrowly missing the boy’s head.

“Do not piss me off.”

“But it brings me so much joy.”

The sun hasn’t even fully clocked in and you’re already up, preparing to walk across the stage. Your body buzzes with equal parts excitement and anxiety, it’s a lot of change packed into one, two-hour ceremony.

You glance over at Kuroo’s sleeping form from your vanity, admiring the steady rise and fall of his chest and slightly parted lips. You have no clue what was going through his head when he gifted you the necklace last night. You had so many questions but the one at the forefront of your mind was, “What does this mean?”

You’re not completely clueless, you know your friendship or at least both of your feelings around it is starting to evolve but you don’t know what stage this is. You’re stuck in uncharted territory— limbo, and you struggling to figure out which way is north.

Testuro’s gruff voice cuts through your inner monologue “Mornin’.”

“Oh, look who finally decided to open his eyes.”

He walks towards the bathroom, mumbling something about how it’s too early to even think of a reply.

You let out a quiet giggle, sometimes he gets so grumpy in the morning. You can hear him rummaging around, presumably for his toothbrush, and you take this time to put on your dress, thanking god this one has a side zipper so you didn’t have to ask for help again.

You lean on the bathroom doorframe for stability as you put on your heels, faltering a bit when you catch of his bare back as he takes his shirt off, “Do you know where my family is sitting?”

“Yeah, your sister texted me last night to let me know.”

“Okay, also please, I’m literally begging you to make sure my dad gets good pictures of me. You know how he is.”

Kuroo turns to face you, wanting to let you know there’s nothing for you to worry about but instead a soft compliment falls from his lips.

“You look like an angel.”

Your face burns, the way he’s looking at you even the way his mouth softly formed the letters in each of those words puts a few love poems to shame.

You tug on the hem of your dress, and respond with an equally soft “thanks.”

And even if you look like the epitome of something most holy, Tetsuro’s mind runs with thoughts that are anything but. He thinks about how easy it would be to run his hand up thighs and push up your dress, how easy it would be to press your knees into your chest and-

“-ka is here.”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

You grab your cap and gown, “Mika is here, so I have to go." You give him a quick wave bye and let him know you’ll make sure to text when you’re safely seated.

He glances down and his face turns a beet red, and suddenly it seems like the perfect morning for an ice cold shower.

The Department Chair finishes up their opening remarks, and your left leg begins to bounce in anticipation. You and Mika were within the first group students who would across that stage, courtesy to many sleepless nights and rigorous coursework which granted you the privilege of graduating with honors.

Your row is ushered towards the stage and you watch as your best friend walks across the stage, and the loud cheers of her family bring you immense joy because you know how much she missed them.

“Y/L/N, Y/N. Summa cum laude.”

The announcer can barely finish your name before your family starts screaming, and your smile is so wide your cheeks hurt. Support from the ones you love most is what keeps the flames alive in your soul, even if you can do it all yourself there is something so precious about remembering there are people who will always stand behind you.

Closing remarks are made and you hug Mika so tightly, you fear you’ll snap each other’s spines in half. Your older sister calls you, letting you know where everyone was waiting and as you follow her directions, you spot a very familiar head of raven-colored hair.

And the second his eyes land on you, he is sprinting towards you that you don’t even have time to register the moment your feet leave the ground, but you do feel the small spin he does with you in his arms and you let out laugh so adorable, the cup that sits in his heart begins to overflow.

“I’m so proud of you.” His smile is so delicate like if he looked at you any longer, tears would soon began to fall.

“Thank you, Tetsuu.”

“Don’t hog her all for yourself, Tetsuro. Being in love with her is no excuse.”

Kuroo’s entire face flames a shade of red you didn’t even think was possible. “Grandpa!”

But you’re too shocked to even register what the older man said, you’re just stuck on the fact that Kuroo’s family is here too.

“Y’all came.”

The boy’s older sister pulls you into hug, “Girl, you know you’re family.”

And when you see the tears not only on your parents’ face but his dad’s and grandma’s face, you break down into tears as well.

Being loved is such a wonderful feeling.

a/n: i haven't posted in forever, granted i wasnt writing either ! i went through some things but im back on my writing !! hope yall enjoyed, i also want to post some other stuff this week <33

[kitabread]

PAIRING TEA, WRITING TEA YUP

[mik0rin]

the luvrs club ❥ hedylogos

hedylogos: the god of sweet talk and flattery. the banter exchanged between a flirtatious pair.

“to woo the heart: one must sway the ears first. whisper honeyed words and candied compliments. feed the sweet tooth of love until it craves more and more.”

timeskip!semi eita x civil servant!black fem reader genre: workplace romance, fluff warnings: suggestive content, this is definitely HR’s worst nightmare 😭, cussing, semi tells bad jokes and reader likes it, corny pickup lines, cussing, the word “kill” is used once word count: 5,218

playlist: spotify apple music

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a/n: once you get to the part where reader (you) gets off the train to go to the bar, i suggest playing dublin in ecstasy (it’s the last song on the playlist), it’s the song i imagine semi singing !! okay enjoy <33

A bow. A very polite one may he add. And a smile, one that showcases enough excitement to hide the hint of nervousness in your trembling hands.

The director mentions something but Semi tunes it out, his focus on your beauty. You look like the love interest in a book with a thousand pages and no matter how illogical it is, he’s slightly upset that he’ll never be able to read it.

A sudden influx of emails pulls the boy’s attention away and he misses the chance to introduce himself. But even telling you his name would be quite the task, especially with how all your new coworkers flock to you. Your presence is nothing short of magnetic and it takes the director reminding everyone of the work they need to do for them to disperse.

Your heels click on the tile floor as you walk toward your new desk and as you near, you catch sight of the ash-blond hair of your desk neighbor. You slide into the chair, sighing in relief as the weight has been lifted off your aching feet. The man leans over the partition separating your two desks and your eyes lock. There’s something akin to a bell that goes off in your head, one that tells you that having him right next to you would make this job more than worthwhile.

“Hi, I’m Semi Eita.” His voice is low like a melody to an R&B song and you resist the urge to blurt out a compliment. And if his voice isn’t enough to have your stomach in knots, it's how pretty he is. Everything about him right down to the pink that blotches his nose looks handcrafted by the gods.

You realize you’ve gone a minute too long without a response, so you put on your most dazzling smile and introduce yourself in return. And Semi admires the way the soft curves of your nose scrunch up when you smile and the small dimple that appears right above the corner of your lips.

“Let me know if you need anything, I’ll try my best to help.”

“Is that offer available right away? I need help getting to the copy room.”

A whole two months speed past and the two of you have grown closer. It wasn’t only the proximity that pushed you together, but you found out you share similar tastes in food, music, and humor.

It all started when you were eating lunch together and the conversation evolved into some playful argument about the best song on SZA’s CTRL.

“It’s most definitely Pretty Little Birds or Prom.” You say, your arms crossed over your chest in defense.

“No.” Semi sounds resolute in his stance.

“No?”

“It's Doves In The Wind and Broken Clocks.”

“You're very wrong first of all. Look, I’ll give you Doves In The Wind but it's Prom over Broken Clocks.”

“How are you gonna tell me? Someone who makes music, which song is better?”

“I just did.” You state matter-of-factly, “And just because you make music doesn’t mean you’re the absolute album critic or something.”

Eita sets down his chopsticks, leaning back in his chair with a small smirk on his face. One that is almost arrogant, one that tells you that he knows too much about a certain subject. But you won’t let his very attractive expression sway you, music is subjective meaning that you’ll always be right.

“I think it does. I look at it from a musician’s perspective, so it’s different.”

You roll your eyes, he’s incredibly annoying. “And so? How does that make you right?”

Before he can think it over, it already starts to escape his lips. “A broken clock is right twice a day, you know.”

Silence befalls the both of you, you look at him and the tips of his ear start to heat up.

“Sorry, bad jok-”

You giggle, hand flying to your mouth in slight disbelief. There was something about the corniness of the joke that made it even funnier.

The ash-blond boy’s embarrassment starts to melt away as you continue to giggle. He was used to people sighing at his horrible jokes, but here you are, laughing so adorably as tears start to well up in your eyes. All he can do is soak it all in and try to sear this image into his mind.

“You’re so stupid, Semi.” You say lightheartedly, eyes twinkling due to the tears.

His face hosts a grin- the pretty, genuine kind. The kind that makes you suck in a breath and admire the apple of his cheeks and the crinkles on the outer corner of his eyes. One that turns the cold tile into plush carpet and makes the room feel warm and cozy.

“Stupid and right.” He replies, chest puffing with pride.

“Only one of those is correct and we both know which one.”

One dumb joke later and somehow the two of you fell into this tradition of exchanging them every day. It’s something you look forward to each day amidst the mundane work. Sometimes you write them on Post-it notes and stick them to the other’s monitor. Or whisper to each other in passing and struggle to hold in your obnoxious laughter.

And other times, a rare occasion would occur where the joke’s delivery contained flirtatious undertones. It would stun the other person but was quickly met with the same sort of energy. Then a new tradition emerged where Semi starts your morning or ends your day with a new pickup line. A few were corny and the others undeniably smooth but it starts to do something to your heart. Or rather it brought out feelings already brewing beneath the surface.

Your morning started off okay, the high winds evident in your slightly disheveled clothing. You flash your coworkers the usual “good morning” smile before heading to your desk. Immediately your eyes are drawn to the neon orange sticky note, covered in very familiar handwriting.

Are you a secret? Because I don’t think I can share you.

You peek over the partition, beaming and giddy, ready to share your own response. But to your dismay, the man of the hour was missing from his desk so instead, you grab a sticky note of your own and quickly scribble out your line before he returns.

Why hasn’t Spotify named you this week’s hottest single yet?

When Eita finally returns, he spots the hot pink sticky note and laughs quietly. He had to top that tomorrow otherwise you would rub in his face how you beat him for the week. And as much as he loves this little game the two of you play, he wishes you would realize the hidden seriousness behind his words. That his feelings weren’t a joke or some pick-up line that made you let out the most beautiful laugh. That this was his way of subtly confessing to you but maybe subtle isn’t enough anymore.

The week passes on and the creativity has impressed you each and every time. And dare you admit that he’s got you beat for the week.

My mom told me that life was a deck of cards, so you must be the queen of hearts.

I wonder why astronauts need to go to space just to see the world 'cause I can see mine by just looking at you.

Here’s fifty dollars, I got pulled over and the cop said I had to pay the “fine.”

“You’re” and “your” are two different words because “you’re” mine and I’m “yours.”

Oh to be his, you start to think after that last one. You start thinking about witnessing his smile at twilight under the dim light of your living room lamp or listening to his sleepy voice over the phone. You wonder what his embrace feels like or if he’ll hold your face or waist when he kisses you. You daydream about all sorts of things when it comes to him because this little thing has turned into a full-blown crush.

Then you hit the lull of any office job: the hour before lunch on a Friday afternoon. You sigh, rubbing your eyes and sliding back in your desk chair. Semi does the same except he turns to face you and you tilt your head in expectation. And there’s a particular feeling he gets wherever you look at him, one he can only describe as watching the petals of cherry blossoms fall in the moonlight. That innocent feeling of enjoying such a beautiful part of nature, one that he can only relate to you. An innocent hammering of the heart when you get too close or when you say his name in between giggles.

That simple feeling a certain god thrives off of because it stems from words that come from the playful part of the heart.

“I forgot to tell you something this morning, but I think I saw your soulmate.”

“How would you know who my soulmate is, Semi?” You ask, a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips.

Semi shrugs his shoulders, trying his best to suppress his own grin. “I walked into my bathroom this morning and he was staring back at me in the mirror. So I think you should trust me.”

“That was a good one, how did you come up with that?” You chuckle, your earlier fatigue starting to dissipate from your body.

“It just came to me, I told you I’m good at this.”

“And yet, still no girlfriend.” You tsk.

“I’m working on it.” He says, his eyes locking with yours.

“Mhmm” You hum, breaking eye contact and opting to look at a spot on your tights instead. You don’t know if he’s insinuating that it's you and even if he is, the two of you have gotten to the point where you can’t tell if the flirting is a joke or not. And that’s enough to keep your hopes at bay because you refuse to be heartbroken over an office crush.

Eita wants to say something, scream it even. He wants to tell you that he means you, that when it comes to his heart it's always yours but how does one go about telling you? Especially when such a big part of your relationship revolves around humor, so how does he get you to know he’s serious?

“Oh! Semi, I can’t have lunch with you today. I promised Liyah and Hina that I would eat at that new cafe with them.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Eita pouts.

“I know, your only friend in this entire office is me! It's gonna be a miserable lunch.” You tease.

“I’m sure I’ll manage. I guess I’ll have to put my amazing social skills to work.”

“Amazing is a… strong word. But, I’m cheering you on!”

You pat his shoulder in fake sympathy, offering more words of encouragement before returning back to work.

The long-awaited 12:30 pm arrives and you get up, getting ready to meet your two friends. And as you depart, you lean over to speak to the ash-blonde once again.

“Don’t miss me too much! Even though I know that’s damn near impossible for you.”

“I might die from a broken heart before you get back.” Semi sighs playfully, his hands over his chest.

“I need you alive, so do your best to hold on for the next hour.”

“If it means I get to see you again, then I’ll do anything.”

You shake your head, heat spreading across your face. Usually, everything he says brings you joy but this time, you feel all sorts of special- like his words are tailored specifically to hit that one soft spot you reserve for him.

“I’m not going to war, my god.” You say, catching sight of the two girls waiting for you at the door.

“Well, I’ll still miss you anyway.” Semi replies sincerely, gathering his own things so he can head to the office cafeteria.

“I’ll miss you too.” It's sweet, the way you say it. Sweet enough that it causes Eita to blush and his heart to flutter. And the way you smile as you walk away, makes his knees buckle.

The office lights shift with the setting sun and start to mirror the dusky sky. The usual buzz of people and clicking of keyboards is gone. The only sound is the quiet humming coming from you and the copy machine hard at work. Overtime is never to one’s enjoyment but there was something serene about being at the office when everyone was gone.

Everyone except one particular ash-blonde coworker.

“Since you are so kind and generous, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind making fifteen copies of this for me.”

With your back facing him, you suck in a shallow breath as if you’re pondering your answer.

“I don’t know Semi. I’m not one to do favors for just anyone.”

As you turn to face him, Semi’s lips curve into that charming smirk, the one that melts your heart.

“When did I become ‘just anyone’ ?”

If only he didn’t ask that because now you’re stuck with no proper rebuttal. You know just as much as he does that he’ll never be just anyone to you. He will always occupy a portion of your heart and mind, no matter how hard you try to ignore your ever-growing feelings.

You lean onto the copy machine, attempting to lead the conversation into a direction you can control. “What I meant is that you have to prove yourself, then maybe-” You shrug your shoulders, “I’ll make those copies for you.”

The boy steps forward, shrinking the space between the two of you. And you swear his gaze shifts down to your lips for a split second.

“Should I sink to my knees and beg then?”

Maybe it’s the atmosphere: the after-hours lighting and the white noise. Or the charged eye contact between the two of you and the slightly unsteady rise and fall of your chests. Whatever it is, feelings or the feeling, it has you stepping forward with a smirk that straddles the border of temptation and mischief.

“That’s entirely up to you, but why do I get the feeling that would be fulfilling a dream of yours?” You tilt your head ever so slightly, your eyes boring into his.

“You star in all my dreams, is that so terrible?”

“So I work overtime even in your head?” You take one last step forward, your chest now pressed against his and your arms around his neck. “How am I getting paid for all that extra work I do?”

The tall man feels his resolve chip away by the second; the feeling of your hearts hammering against your ribcages and the scent of your strawberry gloss and mint gum. You lightly tug at the hair at the nape of his neck and Eita almost melts into you. How do you know exactly what weaknesses to exploit? Or maybe it was you, you were his fatal weakness; the one person he would allow to rip out his heart and still be able to look at with gratitude and adoration.

Semi’s large hands settle on your lower back, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt. The butterflies are not simply flying around in his stomach, they’re crashing into each other at full speed and he can only imagine how red his cheeks look to you. But alas through all his nervousness, his head dips down and his lips are only a millimeter away from yours.

“Does this currency wo-” The door swings open and you scramble away from each other at the speed of light. Embarrassment and shame hang heavy in the air like fog during the first few days of November. You press random buttons on the copier while Semi pretends to file something in the farthest corner.

“You needed fifteen copies right, Semi?” Your words come out breathless and thick like they’re still stuck in your throat.

He coughs, “Yeah fifteen copies, you can just leave them in the printer after.”

Your other coworker walks around the copy room making small talk with you. You let out a small sigh, relief calming your buzzing nerves, it seems that she’s none the wiser and you won’t die of embarrassment. You can feel Semi’s eyes on you every other second and yet you can't bring yourself to look at him. There’s never been a moment where you’ve ever gone that far and you realize how dangerous this game is you’re playing. It’s starting to get too real, your emotions are no longer empty flirty words on a neon sticky note, they’re tangible and that makes them all the more terrifying.

Semi starts to leave the copy room, making sure to thank you and wish you a safe train ride home. You return his kindness, but a little bit of guilt begins to nip at you. You still can’t meet his gaze and the thought of the weekend is beginning to entice you even more. And while you may think you’re alone in your feelings, the boy is thinking the same thing. He needs those days to sort out his feelings and what he’s supposed to do about them, because at this very moment he’s never been more lost.

Almost a full week has passed since your little incident in the copy room and it seems like the two of you have come to an unspoken agreement to act like it never happened. You fall back into your usual routine but something is a little bit different, like a special type of nervousness that comes with the territory of liking another person. Whatever little physical contact you make with each other is followed with a slew of profuse apologies and warm cheeks. And even your other friends in the office have noticed the weird tension between the two of you, one that they can’t comment on without being shot down.

By lunchtime the curious questions have turned into burning accusations.

Hina kicks it off with a question that has you choking on your mango.

“Did y’all fuck or something?”

“Jesus Christ Hina! Can you keep your voice down?!”

Liyah takes your reaction as an admission of guilt, “So you did.”

Your body burns not only out of embarrassment but at the thought of Eita and you. Not that it hasn’t crossed your mind many many times.

“No we didn’t. Why do y’all even think that?”

Both girls give you a look, like the answer to that question was beyond obvious and you were the stupid one in this situation.

“You’ve been acting so odd around each other. Usually you’re like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum with all your stupid inside jokes and flirting.” Hina says, fake gagging to emphasize how disgusting she finds the two of you.

“We didn’t… sleep together. It’s just been awkward.”

Liyah raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow, “So something did happen.”

You sigh before explaining your slightly scandalous rendezvous in the copy room last Friday. Reliving it makes you cringe and realize how lucky you were not to be reported to HR. It’s not like you wish it didn’t happen but maybe putting more thought into time and place would help in the future.

“Oh girl that’s it? I thought you were going to say something like you made out in the supply closet like Hina did last winter.”

“Hey!” Hina flushes a bright red, her eyes wide with disbelief. “That was supposed to be my secret to tell her later.”

“Oh so you’re worse than me? And you were trying to make it seem like I committed some grave sin! Hypocrite!”

“Listen-”

A man clears his throat interrupting Hina’s rebuttal and the three of you shift your attention to the other character in your copy room story. Semi nervously shifts his weight from one foot to another and your eyes meet for a second but you look away, still not fully confident in your ability to hold his gaze. There’s a mixture of embarrassment, awkwardness, and unaddressed tension whenever you interact and it makes even looking at him difficult. And it's not like the feeling isn’t mutual, Semi feels like if he looks at you, speaks to you, or even stands next to you too long that you’ll be able to see into his heart, his soul, and that would be much too revealing.

Semi places the slightly crumpled flyer in front of you, “My band is playing at a bar in Shinjuku this weekend, just wanted to invite everyone like I did last time.”

Liyah picks up the flyer, quickly scanning the information and she lets out a small gasp of shock.

“No way you're performing at Kujira? When did y’all become that popular?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

You chime in, wearing a similar look of disbelief. “Well actually it's a huge deal, do you know how good you have to be to play there? You must be really talented.”

All three of you start a rapid-fire conversation of compliments and thoughts and Semi’s neck turns a dusty pink at the sudden praise. You haven’t heard him play before and he made you promise you wouldn’t listen to any of his music until you heard it live first, lecturing you on the experience of hearing a song live when you get into a new artist. You’ve stayed true to that promise even though the temptation pulls you like currents in a rapid river. And your two friends don’t make it any easier when they discuss their favorite songs and how Eita has a voice worthy of making him a Siren. You can't help feeling a bit jealous, the last time he performed was a few months before you started working here and his band had only been recording songs since.

“Also, we’re gonna play a few unreleased songs. I have had a lot of new inspiration lately.”

There’s a fleeting look that comes your direction, one so fast that you’re second-guessing if it was even real; one that whispers- that sings so softly that you’re the one Semi writes about. That you exist between every note and chord, that you left such an impression on him that he translates it into the only other language he knows: music.

All three of you reassure Semi that you would be there and you throw in a joking comment about finally being able to hear the music he makes especially after you started to doubt if it was even real. To which he cracks a smile and for a minute you feel like everything is right again, tension has melted, and you’re back in that oh-so-familiar limbo.

But that return to normalcy is short-lived because one of your colleagues comes up to him, asking a question a project that they were working on together, and Eita excuses himself.

“Don’t know what you did but he’s so in love with you.” Hina points out.

Liyah chimes in with an “I agree. You have that boy so wrapped around your finger, I’m surprised he’s still standing.”

You bury your face in your palms, “Oh my god y'all stop! I didn’t even do anything.”

You walk out of the train station, the chilly autumn wind leaving goosebumps behind on your exposed arms. You stuck to the dress code of all black with your black cropped lace tank top, miniskirt, floral patterned fishnets, and knee-high heeled boots. You’re certainly dressed for the occasion and not the weather.

“Looks like you’re about ready to seduce the lead guitarist and singer of a band.”

“With the way her ass is sitting in that skirt she’s damn near seducing me.”

You laugh at Hina’s comment, “I could say the same about y’all, both of your titties are sitting. Like please tell me what kind of bra that is.”

The three of you walk towards the bar, the conversation still on what push-up bras work the best as you approach the entrance. You can hear the sultry hum of the music from outside and you bounce slightly with excitement. You finally get to hear the music he’s always rubbing in your face.

The bouncer checks your ID’s, gesturing his head towards the door after he’s done. The bar is so packed you can barely even see the ground, and when an electric guitar riff tears through the air, your eyes snap to the stage.

You can’t see much as you try to make your way to the front, but you do catch sight of Eita’s fingers skillfully moving up and down the fretboard, and what a sight it is. His head thrown back slightly, tongue poking the inside of the cheek, and the veins in his hand as he strums.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe you did have to see this live.

Finally, you’ve made your way as close to the front as possible. Semi’s ring adorned hand wraps around the mic, his eyes scanning the crowd like he’s searching for someone. And its like something straight out of a story; his gaze locks onto you and he flashes you a smirk that could easily send someone to an early grave, its temptation, desire, and something sweet all wrapped into one singular facial expression.

His voice booms through the speakers as he speaks, “The next song is brand new, no one besides us has heard it before.”

The crowd erupts in cheers, beyond excited to have such an exclusive experience. You shout and clap along with them, heart racing in anticipation. Eita’s fingers slide on the neck of the guitar once again, and his voice rings in your ears.

He sings with such sensual passion, that it ignites something deep within you. And god, the way he whines makes everything that much better. And you feel it, even if you want to ignore it; you feel the way his eyes always find you. He looks at you with so much intensity, you’re afraid he’ll see everything— everything you think, you feel, and want.

The song ends too quickly for your liking and they move on with their set, you have to admit that they weren’t just talented, they were gifted. Every member did their part and they did it exceptionally well, it was a well oiled song-making machine.

After a few more songs they thank the crowd, asking them to give a warm welcome to the DJ that would be playing for the rest of the night.

You, Liyah, and Hina head over to the bar and order drinks, chatting excitedly about which song was your favorite and they don’t forget to mention the times they caught a particular ash-blond singer staring at you.

“Speak of the devil…” Liyah mumbles, her lips pressed to the edge of her cup. “We’ll see you later.”

“Or maybe we won’t.” Hina snickers, walking away with Liyah.

You curse under your breath, face heating up as turn towards to the cause of their constant teasing.

“Told you I could sing.” He leans against the bar, a lazy grin on his face as his eyes drink you in.

“You have an amazing voice, honestly.”

Semi rubs the back of his neck, not expecting such a sincere compliment right away. “Thanks.”

“You do, however, have questionable fashion taste.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?”

Your eyes drag down his body, there’s nothing really wrong with his slightly cropped tee and baggy jeans, it’s really just that god awful fur-trim jacket he was wearing.

“You mean what’s wrong with that ugly ass jacket?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You think you could’ve picked something better?”

“Oh, I know I could.”

“Well, I have a few other jackets in my dressing room if you want to fix my outfit that badly.”

“Lead the way.”

Much to your surprise, Semi wraps his large hand around your wrist. The cool metal of his rings presses into your skin as he maneuvers you through the crowd. And soon after, he’s opening the wood door and ushering you in first before closing it behind him.

He sheds his current jacket and says something about the other choices but all your attention is on the red and black electric guitar in the corner.

Semi watches the way your hands go out to touch it and smiles at how your fingers run along the side of the guitar. “Do you wanna learn how to play?”

You look at him, pure unfiltered joy in your eyes. “Can I?”

He nods, hooking up the guitar to the amp and making sure to turn it down so it doesn’t disturb the music already playing outside the room. He hands you the guitar, brown eyes sparkling with amusement at the way you hold it like its made of glass.

You try to remember how Semi held it when he was on stage, putting the strap over your shoulder and adjusting your grip. Through your fumbling, the guitar’s owner presses his chest to your back, placing his hands over yours, and his lips right above your ear.

Your breath hitches when his low voice hits your ear, “You’re gonna want to hold it like this, put your fingers here on this fret.”

Semi can only hope you don’t feel the way his heartbeat starts to accelerate. Your perfume, the feeling of your skin, and the proximity is driving him insane.

You adjust your hands per his instructions and tilt your head up to meet his eyes,

“Like this?” Your words come out breathy, and so does his.

“Yeah, just like that.”

And neither of you move, no chord is played or a single note is learned. You just stare at each other and before you can even blink the guitar is back on its stand, and Eita is no longer behind you. He’s now in front of you, both of his hands wrapped around your waist and he moves in just enough that his lips ghost over yours.

“Fuck this.” He whispers.

His lips are on yours before your brain can even process what he says, and he kisses you like a man touch starved from the brutal effects of war. His hands roam your exposed midsection before they make their way up to your face. And make no mistake, you’re kissing him with the same ferocity, but then you bite his bottom his lip and he lets out a quiet groan.

You’re gonna kill him. Either due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs or the way you kiss him.

You both pull away, catching your breath.

“This is not how I planned this out,” Eita pants.

You snake your arms around his neck, “What do you mean?”

“I was gonna ask you out first. I wanted to kiss you on the date, not like I’m regretting it now or anything!”

“Mhmm,” You hum, “Well, nothing is stopping you now. Fair warning though.”

His eyes widen in panic, “What?”

“Now you have no choice but to get famous.”

“Why is that?”

You smirk, teasing him is just too much fun. “I don’t date struggling musicians.”

“You’re mean.” His says, fighting back a smile.

You shrug, “I rather be a honest date.”

Semi presses a soft kiss to your temple, “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow.”

a/n: trying revive my account this series and hope yall enjoyed, personally i love a man who can play guitar 😋

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-> arrow two: Culinary Chemistry

Genre: Fluff with a smidge of angst, FoodStallOwner!Osamu, FoodStallOwner!OC

Pairing: Osamu Miya of Haikyuu x Afro-latina Female OC

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of cheating, shitty ex-boyfriend, self-indulgent fic bc Osamu is my love <3

Standalone fic, but highly recommend reading arrow one to understand some of the jokes in this one!

also ignore the fact that this fic is over a year late bye

"Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate." ― Alan D. Woltfelt

"Here's your change, come again!"

"Thanks, Osamu!"

The grey-haired boy smiled, setting the cash aside and sanitizing his hands quickly.

His most recent costumer ran over to her friends at a nearby bench. She hummed happily, biting into her taiyaki. "Who needs the stores off campus when we have Osamu's stall?"

Her friends nod. "And even if we're on the other side of campus, we can just go to Isabella's stall. There's great food options on either side, we're so lucky!"

That made Osamu's ears perk up. Another stall on the other side of campus? This was the first he'd ever heard of it. All his classes were on this side, a factor he considered when thinking of where to place his stall. Competition, huh?

"I must get to the bottom of this." He said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Before he could do anything, however, the person he meant to call suddenly showed up.

Atsumu sauntered into the cramped space of the stall, helping himself to Osamu's product and placing a recently assembled yakitori skewer on the grill. Not before washing his hands, of course. Osamu would place him onto a skewer next otherwise.

"You have to pay for that."

"Put it on my tab." Atsumu flipped his food with a smirk, knowing his brother was scowling at the back of his head at the mention of imaginary 'tab' that seems to never get any payments made to it. "By the way, has Hima come by today?"

Osamu sighed. Why did Atsumu insist on asking about the girl he's in love with if he refused to confess his feelings? Everyday he had the same routine: Stare at her in class like some creep, then come to his stall and ask if she's ordered anything while he steals from the stall reserves. "Yes. She came and ordered some yakitori and onigiri."

Atsumu hummed. "We're eating the same thing, it's meant to be." He said dreamily.

"Not if you never grow a pair and tell her how you feel." Osamu watched as Atsumu sat at his stool to eat as if he owned the place. "Actually, now that you're sitting here and will be for a while, I need you to watch the stall for a bit."

Atsumu side-eyed him. "I knew there was a catch when you didn't protest as much as usual at me cooking my meal." He sighed. "Where are you off to, anyway?"

"Have you ever been to that stall on the other side of campus?"

"Oh, Isa's stall? Yeah, sometimes, why?"

Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose. "And why haven't you said anything?"

"Didn't think it was such a big deal." Atsumu shrugged. "It's far enough from here, it's completely different food. You guys bring different benefits to campus."

"What kind of food is it?"

"Latin cuisine of some kind, not sure. Isa's an exchange student, so probably her favorite dishes from back home. Wait, are you going over there to snoop around her stall? You're making me watch your stall because you're jealous?"

Osamu took his apron off, grabbing his black cap from the coat rack. "Put some more skewers on the grill. Class is almost over, so there should be a rush soon."

"This is ridiculous! You can't be serious!"

Osamu peeked back into the stall. "Do it, or I'm telling Hima about every entry about her in your diary."

Atsumu jumped to his feet. "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"You know, on second thought, I should get started on a few pancakes while I'm at it."

"That's what I thought." And with that, Osamu was off.

"Grumpy brute, how did he even find that diary anyway?" Atsumu mumbled, stirring the batter retrieved from the fridge.

"Hi! Welcome back! Just the usual?"

"Yup! Thanks, Isa!"

"Sure, my pleasure!" The raven-haired girl flashed a dazzling smile as she spread various ingredients on a flour tortilla. Osamu watched as she worked through a growing line of hungry students with ease. The food smelled good, that he couldn't deny. He noticed some of her dishes came on small, round trays with mini cutlery. At least my stall has an advantage of being fully handheld foods, he thought to himself. In a mocking act of betrayal, his stomach growled fiercely. He sighed. Well, part of reconnaissance is testing, right? it's only fair he gets a taste before making any final judgments.

Pulling his cap tighter, he made his way to the now dwindling line.

"Hi! I don't think we've met. Is this your first time at my stall?" A cheerful voice asked.

Osamu looked up and nearly forgot his mission. His grey eyes stared straight into hers, a luminous brown pair.

Her long black hair, tied back tightly, threatened to break free from her clear claw clip. Her sparkly eyeshadow complimented those mahogany eyes. And then her lips, god, her lips were adorned by a glittery fuchsia gloss that Osamu struggled to pry his gaze from.

She tilted her head, confused by his prolonged silence. "I'm Isabella, an exchange student from Honduras. I know the food is foreign, so how about I explain the menu for you? My most popular item would be the baleadas, which is a flour tortilla with a mashed bean spread, eggs, cheese, and cream. You can also add additional protein if you'd like. Then we have pupusas, which is cornmeal stuffed with things like cheese and pork rinds. I switch up the fillings for these sometimes. Churrasco con tajadas is steak with fried green banana, this dish is good if you have time to sit and have a more filling meal. Then enchiladas consists of a fried corn tortilla with ground beef, boiled egg, cabbage, and cheese on top. Then, I have a beverage called horchata which is a refreshing drink made with rice, cinnamon and sugar. Does any of that sound like something you might want to try?" She asked, flashing that smile at him.

"Wow, you do a lot here. And you really take care to showcase your foods from back home." He said.

"Thank you so much! I'm grateful for the opportunity to live and go to school here, but it's important to never forget where I came from."

Osamu smiled. Maybe another stall on campus wasn't a bad thing like he once thought it was. "I think I'll have that steak dish you mentioned. And a drink, please."

She nodded. "Coming right up! Oh right, I didn't catch your name earlier. What are you going to school for?" She grabbed a fresh tray and opened a container where she kept the steaks she just made.

"Oh, it's Osamu. Osamu Miya. I'm a Business and Entrepreneurship major." He watched as she quickly heated up some oil and set down some pre-cut banana slices.

"Oh nice! I'm a Marketing major minoring in Japanese, which is why I'm here. I hope you don't mind a bit of a wait, the fried banana tastes best fresh."

"That's fine with me," Osamu shook his head. "but, do you ever get impatient people? I can't imagine every customer is okay with waiting."

"Hmmm, yeah, sometimes. But I've decided I don't want to compromise on quality, even if people insist they would order the dish more often if I prioritized speed. It's not all bad though, sometimes people will even text or call to let me know that they will be ordering so I can get started early. Even without that, lots of people don't mind waiting, and I have plenty of ready to serve options."

Osamu blinked, seemingly in a daze. Had he finally met his match? Another person that insisted on fresh, made to order food like him? He almost couldn't believe it.

"Here you are! Any condiments you might want are on the side here, let me know if you need anything else while I pour your drink."

Osamu tried not to come off as hungry as he felt, cutting into the steak. Well, he tried to cut into the steak, but it practically cut itself from how tender the meat was. It was perfectly medium well, a nice middle ground for both medium rare and well done lovers alike. And then, Osamu took a bite.

"Well, how is it?" Isa asked, although she received no response.

Osamu was at awe with the amount of flavor packed in just that one bite. The different flavors of saffron, garlic, oregano, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. They all melded together beautifully on a steak so tender it just melts in your mouth.

"Oh my god." Was all he said.

"Hopefully that's a good thing?" Isabella laughed.

"Isa, I have a confession."

"It's a food stall, Osamu, not your local church."

Osamu ignored the remark. "I actually run the other stall on campus, and I came to scope out my competition."

"Oh?" She quipped an eyebrow. "And now that you've scoped, what do you think?" She asked, eyes full of mischief.

"I think I want to close up shop and eat here for the rest of my academic career."

Osamu sat down at his stool after the lunch rush, wiping his forehead with his rag. With midterms slowly approaching, orders were getting bigger and more frequent as students are coming together for study groups and less students are leaving campus to optimize their time. He leaned against the fridge door, closing his eyes for a second.

"Is this a food stall or a sleeping pod?"

Osamu curiously opened one eye to see Isabella standing at the counter with that million-dollar smile of hers on full display.

He chuckled, sitting up straight and rubbing the back of his neck, "Cut me some slack, will you? Can't believe you have time to come crack jokes."

"Perks of having a stall in the opposite direction of the campus library. I haven't had any customers past the late morning all week." She giggled. "The customers are all yours until after midterms, my treat."

"Wow, I'm so honored." He said, leaning against the counter. "Can I get you anything?"

"Hmm, I think I'll have the yakitori and a taiyaki."

"Is there a specific filling you want on that taiyaki?"

"Surprise me."

He nodded. "Just don't cause a scene if you don't like it."

"What kind of culinary connoisseur do you think I am? I would never." She exclaimed, a playful smirk on her face.

Osamu got started on her order, careful to not let her see what filling he chose. If she wanted to be surprised, then he was gonna surprise her.

"What brings you to this side of campus? Library?"

"That, and I was curious about your stall."

"Oh? Your turn for reconnaissance work?"

"Is that what you call it?" She tilted her head.

He chuckled, choosing not to answer and instead hand her a skewer. "Your taiyaki is coming right up."

She took a bite. "Ouuu, that's good."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "The balance between sweet and savory in the glaze, and the chicken is so juicy. I gotta come here more often."

He smiled. "Well, you're always welcome." Turning around, he bagged her taiyaki with some napkins. "Here's the rest of your order, enjoy."

Isa took a bite, gasping as she peeked into the crust. "Salmon? Oh, wait. MISO Salmon!"

Osamu laughed. "Surprised?"

She leaned back a bit. "That filling isn't even on the menu!"

"Nope, just something I whip up for me and my brother since we mostly eat here during the week. Had I not grabbed the salmon, my next choice would've been yakisoba."

Her eyes widened. "Noodles in a pastry? I DEFINITELY have to try that."

"I'll make it for you one day. It's pretty filling, so maybe not the best to eat after eating two other things."

"You said only you and your brother eat this filling? Have you eaten yet?"

"What, you mean with all my free time?" He smiled. "No, not yet."

"Osamu, it's nearly 3PM!"

"I know, I'll eat in a bit."

Tearing a piece off the fish-shaped pastry, she extended it towards the taller man, careful not to spill the filling. "Here."

"What? No, eat your food. You bought it."

"Hurry up before I drop it." She giggled.

Leaning down on the counter, Osamu reached out and nabbed the food out of her hand, careful not to graze her fingers with his teeth. "There, happy?"

She hummed. "For now." She perked up. "Actually, since you haven't had a meal yet and you shared your off menu items with me, come with me to the stall. I'll whip something up for you."

"Isabella, really, you don't have to do that-"

"I want to. Come on." She said, squeezing his hand.

He sighed. "Sadly, I can't just leave the stall-"

"Don't worry, I'm here. You go ahead. Hi Isa." Atsumu said from the doorway. The poor guy looked stricken ever since his anonymous proclamation of love was aired and heard by the majority of the campus. Despite that, he still had yet to directly admit his feelings to the one that mattered, and Osamu could tell it was eating him up inside. As much as he felt for his twin, he also knew this was just the repercussions of his actions.

"Give me a sec, I'll be right out." Osamu said, taking off his apron and hanging it up. As he slipped past his brother, the blond said "You know I saw that. And you call me the lover boy."

"I'm sorry, is Himari here feeding you taiyaki?" Osamu asked, laughing as he was pushed out the door.

Once the pair arrived at Isa's stall, she instructed Osamu to sit down, quickly washing her hands.

As the girl zipped around the small kitchen, Osamu began to smell an enticing aroma he couldn't quite put his finger on. It smelled savory, but somehow also sweet and even tropical.

"Tada!" She said, setting a plate down in front of the grey-haired man. "An off-the-menu Honduran delicacy!"

Osamu scanned the plate haphazardly before shoving a spoonful in his mouth. He chewed, paused, then chewed again. He looked back at the plate. It was clearly a beans and rice dish, but there was something else. "Is there coconut in here?"

She smiled. "Coconut milk. It's a cultural dish,usually eaten with fried fish, but out here I just eat it with whatever I have on hand. For you right now, that's sausage."

Osamu shook his head. "Getting to know so much about your background through your food is so cool. Just eating here feels like a learning experience."

"Wow, no one's ever said that before. That means a lot." She zeroed in on the plate, suddenly feeling too shy to look up. "It also helps to cook foods from home when I miss my family."

"Is all your family still in Honduras?"

"Mostly. My mom, dad, and brother. My brother might be coming soon, though. He got into the next wave of exchange students, so maybe you can meet him.I think you two would get along."

"Yeah, sure, let me know when he's in town and we can all hang out." He said, setting his fork down. "That was amazing, Isa. Thank you. I didn't realize how hungry I was."

"Of course. I couldn't just let you starve. I'll grab you something to drink." Isa turned around, a bit too suddenly, colliding with an empty glass pitcher at the edge of the sink. It came crashing to the floor, splintering everywhere.

"Shit! Why don't I ever look where I'm going?" She mumbled to herself, immediately crouching down to clean it up.

"No, no, no, be careful! Don't just grab all that!" Osamu sprung up from his seat, dashing into the stall to stop her.

It wasn't until he was in front of her, arms wrapped around her, fingers grazing her melanin-rich skin, that he realized this was the closest to her he's ever been.

"Oh. Sorry." Osamu said, even though he didn't move.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Isa said, not moving either.

"I just didn't want you to grab the glass-"

"Yeah, no I get it-"

"You could've cut yourself, you know-"

"That definitely would've happened-"

They fall into silence in each other's arms. Osamu noticed how her eyeliner gives her a feline look. He also noticed the highlighter on her nose and how it shines. And of course he noticed her lips. Her lips that are once again encased in that damned fuchsia lip gloss. The same lips that seemed to be getting closer and closer…wait, why were they getting closer?

He his nose graze hers, their lips infinitesimally close, zeroing in, and then…

The blare of Osamu's phone made them jump.

"Hello?" He answered, breathless and not even bothering to check the contact.

"Get back here before I close your stall for the day." Atsumu's voice came through the receiver. "I'm going home."

Osamu checked his watch. Half past 11.

"She's usually here by now. I wonder if she got caught up with something?"

Ever since the broken glass incident, Osamu and Isabella's hangouts had become routine, alternating between their two stalls and even occasionally off campus. This time, it was Isa's turn to host, but it was nearing noon and she was nowhere to be found.

"I'll just wait around for her. After all, Atsumu is at the stall, so I have time."

About half an hour later he heard a thunderous voice from not too far:

"Why are you trying to walk away from me? You seriously care more about some little food shack than our relationship?"

Osamu's eyebrow arched. Just who was causing so much ruckus. He stood up from the stool to investigate. He crept around a nearby corner before spotting Isa and some guy he'd never seen before. They were clearly in a heated argument.

"Former relationship, Taiga. And might I remind you, you ended things."

"That was only because you insisted on finding a job!"

"Yeah, because you kept talking to me like I was some gold digger! You made fun of my Japanese knowing I was still learning the basics, you complained that you didn't like my cooking, you laughed when I used the cheaper brands because that's all I could afford, and then, you buy me all this shit and claim I'm with you for your money, when I never asked for any of it! You think that's how I want to live my life, Taiga?"

"Baby, I said all those things because I was stressed. You know my dad is prepping me to take over the company, it's a lot of work. I didn't mean those things. You know good and well when you were with me you didn't need this little stall. All you had to be was the beautiful and happy woman you are. Why can't things be like that again?"

"What about her?"

Taiga sighed. "Here we go again."

"Yes. Here we go again. What about the woman you cheated on me with, Taiga? The daughter of the chairman of whatever company. Did you spin her the same beautiful and happy tale you're spinning now? Huh?"

"Baby, she was a mistake. She could never be you. Isabella, please."

"Save it, Taiga. I have work to do. Leave it to you to come crawling back when I'm doing good for myself."

Osamu crept back to the stool, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping on Isa's conversation. A boyfriend that cheated and berated her now comes crawling back? That's no easy thing to deal with. As she called out to him, waving and apologizing for being late, he made his decision not to bring up the matter, but rather do his best to cheer her up.

"Sorry I'm late, just got caught up in some stuff. You said you wanted some pupusas today, right?" She said, tying her hair up and prepping her workstation.

"Yup, you are the cook and I am your loyal jester, providing premium entertainment." He said, blasting music from his phone.

He spent the day playing music for Isa to dance to as she cooks and keeping her up to date on Atsumu's love woes. Minutes turned to hours, and the smile that never left her face the entire time was his proudest achievement of the day.

- “Leave me alone.” “She’s been running around campus trying to figure out who you are, and you still think you don’t even have the tiniest chance?” Osamu asked. He watched his brother pinch the bridge of his nose. This frightened act of Atsumu's was one Osamu was getting sick of. He just couldn’t understand how his extremely outgoing brother was suddenly taking a vow of silence regarding his feelings. Atsumu grabbed his keys off the hook. “I’m going out for a walk.” “I’ll come with you.” Osamu said. “I’d rather take my shoes and socks off and walk through your collection of legos.” He replied.

Osamu giggled as his brother slammed the door behind him. His focus shifted to his phone as he felt the familiar buzz.

*text from Isa*

Thanks for earlier. I know you sensed my distress and were doing what you can to cheer me up. I really appreciate it. Can't wait to see you tomorrow <3

The next afternoon, Osamu was back in his stall as usual, carefully placing two heart-shaped onigiri in a glass container. He set them at the counter along with a blue and white stuffed cow. It was the perfect gift since she showed it to him online a few days ago, gushing over how cute it is. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. They'd met just a couple weeks ago, and they didn't have many romantic interactions beyond that almost kiss. Still, it's not like being someone's valentine is a marriage proposal, right? Osamu was willing to go as slow or quick as needed, he just couldn't ignore his feelings anymore.

"We're here!!" A brash voice shook Osamu out of his thoughts as Atsumu burst through the stall door, a giggling Himari following close behind him.

"Oh, that's right. You have company today." Osamu mused, giving his reflection a once-over before stepping out of the stall.

"Hi Osamu! I hope it's okay that I'm here.." Hima said bashfully.

"No problem at all. Mi cocina es su cocina." Osamu ushered her in.

"Aw, did your girlfriend teach you that one?" Atsumu asked.

Osamu ignored him. "It's probably best that you're here, Hima. I've been receiving complaints that the food is too salty, so lover boy must've been crying all over my onigiri because you wouldn't notice him."

"Okay, that's it. Have fun on your date, we'll take it from here." Atsumu grumbled, pushing Osamu out the door as Himari snorted at the comment.

Osamu made his way across campus, gifts in tow. His mind was racing, and seemingly picked up speed the closer he got. Would she accept him? Or would she think he's weird? What if she just wanted to be friends, and he completely misread the room?

He didn't have much time to dwell on that, however, because as he approached the stall, he heard a familiar and boisterous voice.

"Could you stop playing hard to get? I haven't got all day, Isabella."

"I'm not playing. You aren't wanted around here, Taiga."

"What, you mean to tell me you actually enjoy playing house with that stall owner? How much do you think he can buy you with that onigiri money, huh?"

Osamu turned the corner, purposefully bumping the shorter guy's shoulder. "Isa, I'm here! Who's this?" He asked, looking the guy straight in the eye.

Taiga scoffed. "So this is who you've been spending all your time with? Is this what you want, Isa? Some snacks and a stuffed animal? What are we? 12?"

Osamu took at glance at all the bags littered on the ground. Sure enough, each one had a luxury brand's logo, no doubt full of designer items Osamu admittedly couldn't afford. Not yet, at least.

"Don't talk about him like that. What he can or can't afford is none of your business." Isabella, who seemed pretty passive until now, snapped.

Taiga quipped an eyebrow. "Really? Okay. I'm getting pretty tired of this, Isa. So, this is your last chance. Now, are you going to choose to keep playing diner dash with this guy and his homemade gifts, or are you gonna come back to a real man who can buy you want you really deserve?" He asked, gesturing at all the expensive gifts on the floor.

Isa laughed humorlessly. "You know, I've had it with you talking like you know what's best for me, Taiga. You weren't thinking about my well-being every time you've spoken down on me. You weren't thinking about my well-being when you were in that girl's bed. And you're not thinking of my well-being now. I like Osamu, not because of what he can buy me, but because he listens when I talk. He treats me like an equal, not a conquest. He's interested in my culture and he doesn't complain about my food or my cooking. He likes trying new things and he corrects me when I say the wrong thing in Japanese instead of making me feel stupid. So yeah, I choose him, because nothing you can buy me with daddy's money can fix the fact that you're an asshole. Take your shit and get out. I don't want to see you again."

Taiga shrugged, grabbing all the bags. "I hope you know you're making a mistake. Some of this stuff is limited stock, you know? No guarantee you'll find it again."

"She said take your shit and get out, in case you're hard of hearing." Osamu finally spoke.

The man scoffed. "Whatever. I know my worth, just hope she doesn't come crawling back when you can't step up. It'll be too late then."

The pair watched as he stormed off, before meeting each other's gaze and tangling themselves in a fit of laughter.

"What a piece of work. You outdid yourself with that one." Osamu sighed.

"I know. No idea what I ever saw in him." Isa shook her head.

"Well, I know you said you'd choose me, but as a gentleman, it's only right that I pose the question." He took a deep breath. "Isa, it's been so much fun getting to know you. You're really easy to talk to and I really hope you'd do me the honor of being more than friends. With that being said, Isabella Montoya, will you be my Valentine?" He asked, extending the gifts her way.

She smiled, her face getting hotter by the second. "Of course I will. There's no one else I'd rather spend today with, 'Samu." She closed the space between them, her face flush against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, before stepping back just a bit to press his forehead to hers, his thumb caressing her cheek gently. "You're so beautiful."

She groaned. "God, Osamu, just kiss me already. I've waited long enough."

Laughing, Osamu leaned in. "Yes, ma'am." His lips met hers, softly at first, then full force. His hand found its way around her neck, pulling her in as close as humanly possible, bringing her to her tippy toes.

After finally pulling away, Osamu sighed. "Wow. Okay, now that that's settled, I'll be right back." He spun around on his heels, walking in the opposite direction.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Isa asked.

"I'm still pissed, so I'm gonna go beat his ass." Osamu called out, already several feet away and walking with purpose.

"WHAT? Osamu, no wait!" Isa set the gifts down on the counter, scrambling to catch up to the star spiker.

"Hey, Taiga!"

Taiga, who was on the curb awaiting his ride, sighed. "What do you want now?"

"Forgot to give you something back there."

What could you possibly have to give m-"

CRACK!

arrow two: complete

[valkoayin]

10/31/24; 06:45pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ their favorite positions ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel + bonus

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

sylus swore that he lives to see the way your body arches as you ride him, giving him the perfect view of your backside as you planted both hands on the top of his thighs.

your breathy whines of his name makes a surge of desire course through him, with his cock hardening further for you each time it pierces through your silken walls. as you rode him in this position, sylus allows his large hands to grip at your breasts, causing you to cry out to him as you moved even faster against him.

“fuck…” he leans closer to you, making his broad chest meet with your back as he trails heated kisses across your skin. your movements became even more erratic now, with your needy cunt squeezing his shaft tightly, trying to milk him for all he was worth. the squelching sounds of your lovemaking makes sylus grunt in response, biting down against your bare shoulder while he gripped at your waist.

the powerful onychinus leader ends up bouncing you up and down his cock, purposely speeding up your movements as he meets with your hips with his own upwards thrusts.

“s-sy… i’m so close… i-“

you were suddenly cut off when sylus suddenly grips at your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze when his lips slot against yours in a fervent kiss. purposely speeding up his thrusts while he basks in your choked moans and how the tears kept streaming down your face. sylus continues to move your hips up and down his cock before stilling his hips, burying his cock within your slick heat when his cock grows before pumping the rest of his seed deep within your womb.

you end up tossing your head back at the sensation, turning away from his kiss as you cried out to him-

allowing sylus to relish in the way your moans seemed to echo throughout the room, letting everyone know just who you belonged to.

always known as being a man that valued romance above all else, of course zayne enjoyed making love to you in a more traditional position, with your legs spread wide, all while allowing the man to slot himself between them.

zayne swore that nothing felt as good as you did, relishing in the way your walls perfectly sheathed him. with him being so overwhelmed with pleasure, it takes him a herculean effort to keep himself from climaxing so soon.

and you weren’t faring any better.

your breathing becomes labored when you feel zayne hid his face within the curve of your neck, forcing your legs to open wider for him as he thrusts his cock in and out of your aching sex. his thrusts were filled with a desperation as you felt the way his cock seemed to reach even deeper inside of you with each new thrust.

unable to keep up with him, you could only manage to lay back while weakly looking down at where you and your beloved were connected, seeing zayne lazily pulling out his cock until only his tip was settled at your entrance before pistoning his hips back to you, hiding the entirety of his length within your scorching heat-

allowing your walls to grip him each time he came back to you.

“hah… z-zayne…” you were losing all of your senses now, completely focused on the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you when he keeps fucking you deeper into the sheets, causing your arousal to drip down onto the bed.

the sudden sensation of moisture surrounding him does not go unnoticed by zayne, causing him to quicken his thrusts as he moved in and out of you at an even faster pace.

“c-can’t hold back much longer… please-“ filled with a need that only you could quench, zayne calls out your name, reaching down below to gently pinch at your clit. red hot pleasure was now consuming you, with your back arched against the bed as you released yourself onto zayne’s cock.

when zayne feels the way your juices coat at his cock was when he finally stills his hips, a choked groan escaping from his parted lips as he reaches his climax. you moan at the sensation of his twitching cock filling your womb with his seed, falling back into bed with a content sigh. unable to hold back, zayne leans down to capture your lips, deepening his kiss as you willingly took in everything he had to offer.

after spending hours devouring the honeyed sweetness settled between your legs, ensuring that you would lose count of the sheer amount of times you had released into his awaiting mouth-

xavier would casually grip at both of your legs before tossing them over his shoulders, putting you in a mating press that allowed his eager cock to reach that much deeper inside of you.

with you practically helpless in this position, you were given little choice but to grip at your ruined sheets, allowing xavier to impale his cock deep inside of you over and over again, creating an almost hedonistic friction that you would never get over.

all words were lost the moment xavier kept meeting your hips with his passionate movements, his once sapphire gaze now eclipsed by complete darkness when he leans over to the side to give your ankles a kiss.

seeing him doing something so sensual makes your cunt grip at his cock even tighter in response, making your lover groan as he pressed your body even deeper into the mattress. the way he seemed to press his cock even further inside of you had you seeing stars as your pleasure seemed to increase by a tenfold.

“o-oh my g-god!” tears were streaming down your face now, yet xavier manages to swallow each and every one of your moans by giving you a searing kiss while moving even faster inside of you.

and when you and xavier managed to reach your mutual completion at the same time, the young hunter swore that nothing else gave him such pride than seeing you falling apart so sweetly for him.

despite the millions of times he had been intimate with you-

rafayel swore that he would never get used to how soft you were compared to him.

the young artist would always bask in your sweet moans as he kissed every inch of your skin, making sure that not a single part of you remained untouched or unmarred by his lips.

only when he was satisfied with completely marking you did he finally make his move, allowing your pliant form to lay back in bed as he gripped at one of your legs while kneeling close to you. he placed one of your legs on top of his shoulder, allowing the tip of his cock to trace at your pussy lips before slowly entering inside of you.

you gasp, with your face planted down against the sheets, taking in rafayel’s every movement while crying out to him. everything just felt heightened now, especially after your lumerian lover had taken his time with you, playing with your body like you were his own personal instrument, drawing out pretty moans from your parted lips each time he sank into you.

worshipping your body, rafayel keeps a steady pace when it came to his lovemaking with you. his eyes were shut and furrowed in concentration, trying to hold back from releasing too soon all while relishing in your soft gasps of his name.

and when rafayel would feel the way your walls would suddenly clench around him, he would slowly move out of you, only keeping his tip against your entrance while you whined and clawed at the sheets.

“r-rafe, d-don’t be so mean to me! i-i was so close-“

your whines were quickly cut off when he thrusts back inside of you, keeping your legs spread for him as he moved even faster against you, biting down on his bottom lip harshly when he felt his own release quickly approaching.

rafayel once had plans to savor this moment, to try and draw out this session of intimacy because the end would be so much sweeter-

yet hearing your whines and breathy moans makes him lose all of his inhibitions, choosing instead to work on chasing both of your highs, not minding to initiate a few more rounds with you even after he climaxed as his plans changed from prolonging your lovemaking to now making sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk.

caleb always believed that the right way to make love to his woman was to forever lay beneath her, allowing his beloved to use him as she pleased-

which was exactly what you were doing at this exact moment.

with caleb laid back in bed, he hides his face against the pillow, allowing you to bounce up and down on his cock while you steadied yourself against his broad chest.

he meets your gaze, saying your name in an almost reverent manner when his hands shakily reach up to frame at your face. he watches as your features continues to twist in pleasure, with your thrusts turning sloppier as you worked on stroking his cock with your slick walls.

after a few minutes spent in this position, you began to whine, your movements getting slower and slower. caleb notices the way you were panting and immediately sits up in bed. he gently caresses at your hair while cooing at you, “baby, what’s wrong?”

you whimper and lean into his touch, “c-caleb, getting… tired… n-need you…”

a surge of heat was felt traveling down to his cock, and he needed no further urging from you. the young pilot suddenly pins you to the bed without breaking apart your connection to him, pressing a hungry kiss against your lips all while swallowing your moans before pounding himself in and out of you.

you cry out to him, wrapping both of your legs around his waist as he quickened his pace, the movements becoming so passionate that the bed began to squeak in response.

running on pure instinct now, you focused on reaching your completion together, with you begging caleb not to stop as he continues to impale your cunt over and over again-

and if any of your neighbors had a keen sense of hearing, they would recognize your moans and the way it was heightened along with caleb’s desperate groans of your name.

end notes: too thirsty to care about editing… lmao but i’ll still make changes either way.

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[pragnificent]

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

[thingsamylikes]

I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.

[carpecake]

Not worth taking the risk

[comicgeekscomicgeek]

Worth a shot.

[kitabread]

-> arrow one: Radio Romance

Genre: Fluff, maybe angst?, happy ending but getting there takes a while lol

Pairing: Atsumu Miya of Haikyuu x Black female OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Misunderstanding, profanity, a tad bit suggestive at the end, quite a bit of italicized font, in case that is an issue for anyone

a/n: it's been quite a while since I've written (for a number of reasons) but I hope everyone enjoys !

"From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart." ― Atticus

“Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Those words rang through Atsumu’s head like a siren as he watched the owner of the voice pass by, her laugh disrupting the flow of the busy hallway in the best way possible. He watched as her primly pressed hair cascaded down her back in layers, brushing up against the backpack that hung off her shoulder.

In all honesty, Atsumu didn’t quite notice Himari at first. She kept to herself in class, and they didn’t have any mutual friends so run-ins were scarce. He just didn’t have the opportunity to truly see her, until…

The sun was high in the sky, and the four walls of the gym did very little to keep the heat at bay. The match had already started by the time the girls got there, with the second set in full swing as they managed to find just enough seats for their group of four.

‘Coming through, sorry!” The girls recited like a mantra until they made it to their destination.

“This all could’ve been avoided if Himari would’ve just accepted to come in the first place.” Satomi chimed in, avoiding the glare the other girl shot her way.

“You guys could’ve come without me.” She pouted, slumping down in her seat.

“No, we agreed this would be a GROUP outing. No one left behind.”

“Why did we even have to come at all? None of y’all are into sports.”

“I may not be into sports, but I’m into him.” Satomi nodded towards the curly-headed #15.

“Kiyoomi? I should’ve known. He never talks, and that’s exactly your type.” Himari said, laughing when all she received was a smirk in response.

“What about you, Himari? Who's your type on the team?” Sakura asked.

“Don’t have one.” Himari shot her down immediately.

“I can see you with Shugo, Hima!” Satomi enthused.

“You girls are impossible. I shouldn’t have come.” Himari sighed, standing up to leave. This was a waste of her time after all.

“Hey dumbass, duck before you get hit!” Someone shouted. Himari turned to see a ball flying her way. Her fight or flight failed her, and their less popular sister ‘freeze’ presented herself at what had to be the worst time possible. She closed her eyes, awaiting the object’s brash introduction to her face.

Yet, it never came.

Instead, she heard cheers all around her. When Himari opened her eyes, she came face to face with a man much taller than her holding a ball and donning a dazzling smile.

“You okay?” He asked, his bleach blonde hair drenched in sweat.

Himari nodded frantically, unable to do anything but sit back down.

The game quickly resumed, but the swift movements on the court did very little to slow the thumping of Himari’s heart.

They stayed until the ball rolled off the court and into the team manager’s hands. The girls kept in close proximity to each other as the whole gym attempted to shuffle through the double doors.

“Sooo…Hima…” 

Himari sighed. Nothing good ever came when Satomi used that tone of voice. “Yes, Satomi.” She replied flatly.

“I saw that smile Atsumu gave you. What do you think?”

Atsumu. So that was his name.

“I’m appreciative of him catching the ball before I lost my face.That’s it.”

Satomi groaned. “Seriously? Not even a little interested? He was totally checking you out! You guys would be so cute together! Star volleyball player and academic prodigy!” She said dreamily. “Even if it isn’t Atsumu, maybe somebody else? “Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

Knowing she couldn’t get herself out of this conversation any other way, Himari said:

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Ever since that day, Atsumu kept his distance despite his feelings. After all, pining after a girl that saw athletes as a waste of time surely wouldn’t end well for him, right? Yet, the young setter just couldn’t shake how he felt. He observed her on her way to class, greeting professors in the hallways. He noticed how she took the time after class to help others with the material. He even ran into her occasionally feeding the stray dogs in town. Surely someone like that couldn’t possibly dislike sports players for such a futile reason…?

But that’s what she said.

His stupid brain reminded him every time his eyes lingered. Every time he found himself laughing at the jokes she’d tell her friends right before class began. Every time she wore that one skirt to class that flowed just a little too fluidly when she twirled around-

“Athlete. Not her type. Right.” Atsumu mumbled to himself, snapping out of his thoughts.

He walked the halls, nearly walking past a group of students putting up a large sign near the entrance.

Don’t Kiss, Just Tell! Do you have someone you’ve always wanted to confess to, but just couldn’t bring yourself to? Let it all out in a radio message! Tell them everything you like about them, and leave nothing out. Calls are accepted both identified or anonymous. Will you be brave enough to proudly profess your love? Who knows, you might just land yourself a Valentine… Courtesy of the A/V Club

Atsumu read the number and date at the bottom of the poster. The event was two days from now.

“Thinking of finally manning up and confessing to your genius girlfriend?” A familiar voice said behind him.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and turned around to face his gray-haired brother. “Fuck off. I was just reading it.”

“It might work if you ask me. You’re so obvious she’ll realize it’s you even if you stay anonymous, she’ll marry you out of pity and your future kids will have a fighting chance at being smarter than you.” Osamu listed off his reasons only to barely dodge the punch Atsumu sent his way.

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Atsumu laid in bed that Friday night, twirling his phone idly. It was radio show night, and “Don’t Kiss, Just Tell!” was in full swing. There were multiple, rather public displays of affection, including some loser from the soccer team practically objectifying some poor girl, insisting he wanted to “see them tiddies.” That one nearly made Atsumu cut the broadcast off altogether. He wouldn’t blame Himari for hating someone like that.

The small device in his hand buzzed, his brother’s name appearing on the screen.

Samu: haven’t heard you profess your love yet, Romeo

Atsumu rolled his eyes, of course Osamu was tuned in while working at his on-campus stall and anticipating his contribution.

Atsumu: don’t you have customers to attend to?

O: it’s this pretty little thing called multitasking. Call the show! Unless you want someone else to call about her.

The boy sighed, sitting up. He definitely didn’t want that. But what was he going to say? What if he sounded stupid? Atsumu wondered if Himari was even listening.

No. It didn’t matter if she was listening. There was the option to be anonymous, so he could just call in, get these feelings off his chest, and move on from the one-sidedness of whatever this was.

Atsumu’s fingers tapped his phone screen in quick succession before his brain could catch up and potentially stop them.

“Wooo! Everyone settle down and listen up because we have another caller!” Fuck.

“Caller, either state your name or speak your mind! Either way, no judgment here. Just say what feels right!”

Atsumu didn’t give his brain time to second guess itself OR time to think of what to say.

“Well, I’m not sure what to say, but I guess I can start at the beginning. The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match. I was frustrated as the odds weren’t in the team’s favor at the moment. I was close to losing it until I saw you. It was the first time I’d smiled since the game started,” He rambled, trying his best to keep any specific details out. “Ever since that day, I can’t get you out of my mind. You walk through the halls, laughing with your friends and you’re the only person I see. Your laugh is quickly becoming my favorite song. Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time. Of course it is, you’re so smart. With that level of intelligence, I wouldn’t even blame you for being stuck up or presumptuous, but you’re not. You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient. I even see you tending to the stray dogs in the area, and it warms my heart how sweet you are.” Atsumu sighed. He was sure people were sick of him, but it felt impossible to stop once he opened the floodgates. “I’ve longed to get to know you for months, but I doubt you’d ever like me back. So, I just wanted to speak on my feelings so I can move on.”

“Excuse me, but if I can just interject.” The host spoke up. “Are you sure you don’t want to identify yourself? This is the most genuine confession we’ve heard all night!”

“Uhh, yeah. I’m good, man. I’d love to treat her the way she deserves, but I don’t think she’d go for a guy like me.”

“Do you at least want to say your crush’s name? They should at least know they’ve made someone feel this way.”

Atsumu hesitated. He hadn’t thought about revealing who Himari was. Should he? It’s not like she’d figure out who it was regardless.

No. Himari is a pretty reserved person. She wouldn’t like her name attached to such a public announcement. She barely enjoyed the praise in class. Also, wouldn’t naming her make it seem like Atsumu wants to seduce her? His intention was purely to get it off his chest.

“Are you still there?” the host asked, yanking the blond-haired man out of his internal dilemma.

Without responding, Atsumu lowered the phone from his face, hitting the red button.

“That’s the end of that.” He mumbled.

 Buzz.

Buzz.

Himari tossed and turned in bed, sighing deeply. Her phone had been going off for the past hour, and she’d been waiting patiently for it to die down so she could go back to sleep because who could possibly be bothering her at 9 AM on a Saturday?

The buzzing subsided for a while, and Himari thought she was in the clear. Until she heard her ringtone, that is.

She slammed her pillow on her head, screaming into the muffled void.

She checked the screen. “Satomi, what do you want?”

“Come open the door.”

Himari shot up from the bed. “There’s no way you’re at my house right now.”

The banging on the front door was confirmation enough. Trudging out of bed, she swung it open to reveal her two best friends on the other side.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You weren’t answering the phone.” Satomi brushed past her, making a beeline for the living room.

“That’s because if you’re having an emergency, you need to call the police.” Himari fell back on the sofa, closing her eyes.

“It’s not that kind of emergency, Hima. Did you listen to the A/V club’s episode last night?” Sakura asked.

“You know I don’t listen to that mess.”

“That means you missed your love confession, then.” Satomi mused.

“My what?”

“Allegedly, Satomi.” Sakura side eyed the younger girl. “Hima, listen to the recording. We really think this could be about you.”

Himari watched as her friends pressed play.

“The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.”

“Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.”

“You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient.”

“How do you know it’s about me? He never said a name. He didn’t even say his own!”

“But,” Satomi raised her finger in the air, “He did say the first time he saw her was during a match where he was losing. Our team has either been losing or lost at all the matches you’ve been to.” She pauses. “Hmm, on second thought, maybe you’re the problem.”

Himari ignored Satomi’s sly remark. “Lots of girls are there…”

“But most girls that are there, Sakura and I included, have been there before. It sounds like this guy’s first encounter with the girl was recent, so of all of us, who could that be? The girl that just recently started going to matches or girls he sees on the regular?” Satomi raised an eyebrow and nodded toward her friend. 

“So,” She started, choosing her words carefully, “If the confession’s about me…now what?”

She sighed as she saw smiles spread across her friends’ faces. “Oh my gosh…” Sakura leaned forward, her chin resting in her hand.

“I knew it!” Satomi shot up from her seat. “I knew you liked someone on the team! You couldn’t peel your eyes away from the court that day! I even tried to get you to admit it but you spewed some nonsense about not wanting to deal with any athletes. But then you kept going to matches with us! Why would you come if there’s no benefit? Who is it? Tell us!”

Sakura yanked Satomi back down on the couch, giving her a look when she complained. “Do you like someone on the team, Hima?” She asked.

Himari fidgeted in her seat, thinking back to the first time she saw Atsumu. The way he swooped in and caught the ball so effortlessly, tossed it to his spiky-haired teammate, and then turned to her with the brightest smile before asking if she was okay. Himari was even sure he was glowing. How the heck do you even glow midway into a volleyball match?

But that was just it. The Atsumu she knew was a star player. He was outgoing, brash, and a jokester. Surely, he’d never sound like the dejected caller from last night that sounded so unsure of themselves, right?

“I do, but I don’t think this is him.”

“Huh? Are you sure?” Satomi asked, pouting when Hima nodded, “I was hoping for a perfect love story. Two people crushing on each other coming together for a whirlwind romance!” She exclaimed.

“Well, why don’t we try tracking down who it is? Even if it isn’t the guy you like, maybe you’ll gain a friend? Something more?” Sakura asked.

Already feeling like her friends aren’t going to let this go, she shrugged and looked up at them:

“How do we do that?”

“Thanks, Atsumu!”

The blond smiled, waving the customer off before sitting on the small stool for a break. Osamu had run off to see some girl, leaving his twin in charge of his on-campus food stall.

Must be nice, Atsumu thought.

The past week had been…interesting, to say the least. Atsumu had to endure his teammates’ pestering as well as his brother’s teasing from his confession. The whole team wanted to know who had stolen the star setter’s heart. Atsumu didn’t entertain the conversation (He did, however, make Bokuto promise to not say anything when he guessed correctly as to who it was.)

All Atsumu wanted to do was head home and wallow study, but here he was selling onigiris while his brother was off falling in love somewhere. He sighed, resting his head on his arm atop of the counter.

“Just go ask, Hima.”

Atsumu’s ears perked up. That sounded like Himari’s best friend, which means…

He peeked out the corner of his eye, and there she was. Dressed in a hot pink crop top that revealed her melanin-kissed midriff, light blue jeans and white sneakers, her high ponytail swayed back and forth as she approached Kaito, a guy Atsumu recognized from his Psychology class.

“Hi! Kaito, right? This might seem really awkward but it’s about the radio episode from last week…”

Atsumu watched as Himari mentioned his confession to another guy, asking if it was from him. So she had heard it. Atsumu was conflicted on if he should feel happy that she heard it, or sad that she hadn’t figured out it was him. Did she really think Kaito was the type of guy to pour his heart out like that? Did she like Kaito? Had she spoken to any of the other guys? Why hadn’t she come to ask him yet?

He pulled the hat further down onto his head, covering his eyes. As much as he wanted to go over there and admit it was him, he already made up his mind that he would let it go. How could he be so sure her reaction would be positive? For all he knew, she was probably prepared to tell Kaito off. Maybe it was for the best that she hadn’t suspected him. He watched her walk back to her friends and leave the area before calling Osamu:

“Get back here before I close your stall for the day, I’m going home.”

Himari rubbed her temples as she shut off the radio show. She spent the past two weeks talking to more classmates than she ever had since orientation. She was met with many confused expressions from students either wondering why she thought it was them or why she was sure this person was talking about her. In the end, she resorted to listening to the radio special in hopes that the confessor would change his mind and call back to either reveal who he was, who he admired, or in an ideal situation: both.

Of course, this was to no avail. All she heard was call after call of people using cheesy pick-up lines and practically begging to not spend tomorrow alone. Himari walked over to her front door, slipping her sneakers on for a quick walk to the convenience store. Maybe some fresh air would calm her thoughts.

She zipped up her coat as she turned the corner, watching how the snow settled on the treetops and glittered on the roofs of the cars.

I wonder how the dogs are holding up, she wondered. She made a mental note to stop by on her way back. The bell rang as she stepped through the threshold, signaling her arrival. She waved at the cashier as she headed to the fridge, grabbing a few drinks and some ice cream to eat at home. Noticing the dog food on sale, she grabbed a few to take with her.

“Nice to see you again, Hima!” The cashier smiled, scanning her items. “Heading to see the dogs today?”

“Yep! Just for a bit. I wanna see how they’re doing in the snow.”

“Oh! Take this with you. They can use this.” She turned to a small cubby area, procuring a fluffy, gray blanket. “I don’t use it much so don’t worry about it. It’ll keep them warm.” She handed the blanket over along with Himari’s purchases and receipt.

“This is amazing, they’re going to love this. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it, see you next time!”

The snow had let up a bit, but Himari still made haste to the small alleyway where she usually found the dogs. She walked in, but instead of hearing the usual barks and pitter patter of paws heading towards her from them, she saw open, half-eaten tins of food. She saw the wagging tails of the dogs who were facing away from here.

And she saw very distinct bleach blond hair peeking out of a black hoodie.

“Leave me alone.”

“She’s been running around campus trying to figure out who you are, and you still think you don’t even have the tiniest chance?” Osamu asked.

Atsumu pinched the bridge of his nose. Osamu had been following him around the house, pestering him about his inactivity in the matter. He just couldn’t understand how his extremely outgoing brother was suddenly taking a vow of silence regarding his feelings.

Atsumu grabbed his keys off the hook. “I’m going out for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.” Osamu said.

“I’d rather take my shoes and socks off and walk through your collection of Legos.” He replied, slamming the door on his way out and ignoring his brother’s giggles.

He walked aimlessly for quite some time, pulling his hood over his head at the first sign of snowfall.

Is Osamu right? Isn’t just leaving her be the right thing to do? He thought to himself. It’s true that he’s never been the type to back down, but is that really the best course of action with someone he likes this much? Or maybe, his focus should be on proving to her that her thoughts about athletes are wrong. He can care about more things than just volleyball. That’s it! He’d prove her wrong and when she’s finally seen the truth, he’ll-

Atsumu was dragged out of his thoughts by a strong thump against his leg. He looked down to see a brown-fur dog wagging its tail at him.

“Now what are you doing out here in the snow like this, huh?” He smiled, leading the dog back into the alleyway. He noticed the other dogs sitting next to a trash can, also getting wet from the snow.

Finding a discarded wooden door, Atsumu laid it atop of the trash cans, giving the dogs a roof.

“There you go, that should be good enough at least for tonight. You’re probably hungry, huh? Should I get you something to eat?” Atsumu laughed at the increased wagging at the mention of food. He ran to the store around the corner, coming back with a few cans of dog food.

“Hmm, come to think of it, doesn’t Hima usually feed you guys? I guess it makes sense that she didn’t come out in the rain.” He crouched down, watching the dogs dig in. “How crazy would that be, running into her here?” He laughed to himself.

One of the dogs suddenly ran out of the makeshift doghouse, darting down the alley.

“Hey, where’re you going? You’ll get wet!” He called out until he noticed the dog stop just shy of a pair of white sneakers. The same brand he saw Hima wearing earlier that week.

His eyes fluttered upwards to meet a round, brown pair. “Oh, shit.”

“It’s you.” She said.

“Sorry?” He asked, finding his way back to his feet.

How did Himari ever think it was anyone else? “‘The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.’ The first time I ever went to a volleyball match, you saved me from a ball to the face. ‘ Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.’ You congratulated me last time that happened. You even mentioned me feeding the stray dogs, and here you are! Oh my gosh, it’s you.” She blurted out, taking a step closer.

Atsumu scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I heard you’ve been looking for me everywhere. I’m sorry.”

Himari furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, why are you apologizing? Wait, wait, if you knew I was looking for you, why didn’t you just say something? I ended up in the awkwardest conversations looking for you.” Himari’s face contorted into one of disbelief.

Atsumu laughed softly, finding her adorable in the moment. “I thought it was better this way. I knew you wouldn’t like me.”

“You said that in the call, too! Why wouldn’t I like you?”

It was Atsumu’s turn to look confused. “ …You said so. You said nobody wants to deal with guys that take volleyball seriously. That same day you were talking about.” He said, pointing at the much shorter girl.

Hima stared at him blankly before it clicked. She scoffed, looking off to the side. All this time, the guy she liked thought she didn’t like him for some off-topic comment she made to Satomi.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted Satomi to leave me alone. I had just developed my crush on you, and I knew if I had admitted it right then and there, I’d never hear the end of it. I never meant for you to hear that. It’s not true. I’m sorry.” She looked down, focusing on the gravel below.

Atsumu disregarded her apology completely, a dazed look on his face. “You…what?”

“Huh?”

“Say it again.”

“Say what?”

Atsumu groaned. Now was not the time for miscommunications. “What you just said. I need to hear it again.”

Oh. He meant that. “I…developed a crush on you that day. I’ve liked you ever since.” She felt heat rising across her cheeks as she spoke.

“Huh,” Atsumu said incredulously. “I can’t believe I owe that idiot an apology.” He mumbled.

“What idiot?” Hima asked.

“Can I walk you home?” Atsumu said abruptly. “Please?”

“Oh.” She said, surprised. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They left the blanket for the dogs, deciding that Himari should take the rest of the food home to give to them another day. They made the short walk back to her building, squeezing themselves into the small hallway leading to the lobby.

“I can’t believe you liked me back this entire time. I should’ve just said something.” He shook his head.

Himari smiled. “That makes two of us. Well, this is me.” She motioned to the lobby.

“Right! Well, good night! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled, turning to the door.

She giggled. “Really? You’re just going to leave?”

Atsumu turned back to face her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She laughed harder when she saw the mental gymnastics visibly etched on his face. “Think about what day tomorrow is. There’s a very specific question to be asked.”

A lightbulb went on in Atsumu’s head. “Ah! Um…” He tugged at the sleeves of his coat. “Right, um..Hima?”

“Yes?” She asked, loving how her nickname rolled off his tongue.

“Can I be your Valentine?”

She smiled. “I’d love to.”

A rosy hue dusted Atsumu’s cheeks, reaching the back of his neck. “Wow. Okay. Well, as your Valentine, can I make a small request?”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe, tomorrow when we inevitably go on a date, you could probably wear that skirt you wear sometimes? The really flowy one with the slit?”

Himari quirked an eyebrow. She knew exactly what skirt he was talking about. “Hmmm, for you, I think that can be arranged.”

“Yeah?” He stepped closer.

“Yeah.” She closed the gap between them.

“I’m quite the lucky guy, then.” He whispered.

“You have no idea. Even though you had no hope of this working out, you still got your radio romance.” Her eyes fell to his lips.

Atsumu took this opportunity to press them against her own, sighing in relief like he’d been holding in the urge this entire time. Maybe he was. He gave her pout a few chaste pecks before resting his forehead against hers. They both let out a soft laugh before their lips found each other again. 

arrow one: complete

[mik0rin]

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pin:0002 - Osamu Miya [Chapter 1]

Genre: Fluff, Eventual Angst

Character: Miya Osamu of Haikyuu

Warnings: Story is set in the early 00s, OC is a black female, thievery

Word Count: 2.5k

*2.3.01 - 2:30 pm*

Imani swung the mall doors open, her Juicy Couture flip-flops making a soft shuffle sound against the tiled flooring as she made a beeline for the food court.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Asia laughed as Imani rushed over to their table.

“Damn, Mani, can you be on time for once?” Nellie asked as Imani slumped into her chair.

“Girl, it is not my fault this time. My brother was hogging the bathroom all morning. Then, Ma was trippin’ the minute I walked past her room fully dressed. Somethin’ about how I already went out last night, I don’t know. And don’t even get me started on the bus. Arguing with Ma made me miss the one I had to catch to get here on time!”

Asia laughed, shaking her head. “Here, I got your usual,” She pushed a Subway Veggie Delight toward the exasperated girl. “But seriously, Mani, you have got to get it together.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m trying.” Imani took a bite, humming in contentment. Asia even remembered the honey mustard. Imani could always count on her best friend.

“Well maybe we need to try harder than your little 20 hours a week at T-Mobile” Nellie shrugged, wincing when Asia elbowed her under the table. “Ow! Don’t hit me like you weren’t thinking it too. Mani, you need a car. You wouldn’t have to worry about your family getting in your way if your transportation was more stable.”

Imani sighed. “I know that, but T-Mobile was the only job willing to hire me while in college full-time. I know a car would make life way easier, but I just don’t got it like that right now.” She crumpled up the sandwich wrapper in front of her. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until Asia handed her that sandwich.

“Alright, well we came to have fun, buy cute clothes and look at cute guys. We can talk about life later. Right now, I’m more worried about that Baby Phat tee I saw in the window with my name on it. Let’s go.” Asia bounced out of her seat, her cat-shaped belly piercing peeking out from her tube top. Imani shook her head. She knew how much her girl loved her Baby Phat. She stood up, adjusting her headscarf and brushing any crumbs off her baby tee and jeans before catching up to her friends.

She was completely oblivious to the silver-haired guy watching her from across the food court.

The three girls walked out of what was probably the millionth store they entered. Imani slumped against the display window, ignoring the security guard attempting to discourage her from doing so. “We leaving now, right?”

She asked.

“Already? I think there’s another sale in a store downstairs…” Asia complained.

“Bitch, that’s enough. You are ADDICTED.” Nellie spat, starting an argument between the two.

Imani laughed, backing away from the pair. “While y'all hash that out, I’m gonna go get a drink from the food court.” She said, barely catching either girl's attention.

She made her way back down to the smoothie stand, setting her bags down as she inspected the menu. Strawberry Banana was her go-to, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted that one today.

“The Peach and Mango is really good.”

Imani turned around, coming face to face with a silver-haired man in a crisp, white button-up, dark-colored jeans, and white low-top sneakers.

“I don’t remember asking, but thank you. I’ll try that.” Imani smiled, turning away. She placed her order, stepping aside to wait for her drink.

“I’m Osamu, by the way.”

She laughed softly. “Imani. Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Imani. Tell me, where are you headed after your smoothie run?”

She shrugged. “Probably home.”

“Home? It’s barely 5 pm on a Saturday. Surely you have other plans?”

“Not when I have an hour-long bus ride to take.”

Osamu tsked. “You’re far too beautiful to be taking the bus.”

“Well, life doesn’t seem to agree with you.” Imani reached out for her drink, thanking the cashier.

“You know, my BMW is parked outside. I can give you a ride.”

Imani turned to the man, looking for any indication he was joking. When she couldn’t find any, she laughed.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah I do, you’re Imani??” He tilted his head, smiling when Imani laughed again. “All I’m asking is to do you a favor so you can avoid the long commute. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Well, my girls are still upstairs, and I’m not going to ditch them no matter how cute you are.”

“I’ll let the cute comment slide…for now,” He said. “So, we take them with us. Drop them off then you can roll with me for a bit.”

“Roll with you? What happened to just doing me a favor?”

Osamu smirked, pulling Imani in by the belt loops, closing any space between them. She reveled in the smell of his cologne. “I know what I said, but I want to see more of you by the minute. Can you blame me? Look at you.” He marveled at her golden brown skin, the curve of her breasts, and the way her stomach poked out of her jeans just slightly.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure I like you enough for all that.”

“You haven’t pulled away from me yet, have you?” He said, inching closer if that was even possible. “See, I knew you liked me.” He said when Imani didn’t budge.

Imani smiled, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. I will see what my girls think, and if I make up my mind, I will let you know.”

Osamu handed her his Nokia, never once taking his eyes off of her when doing so. Imani saved her number before heading back upstairs.

“Damn girl, did they make you harvest the fruit yourself?” Nellie said when Imani was finally in earshot.

“Seriously Mani, was there a line or something? We been gave up on our argument.” Asia said.

“My bad y’all, I got caught up talking to this dude.” Imani shook her head.

“A dude?” Asia and Nellie said in unison.

“Don’t keep all this info to yourself now,” Nellie said, snapping her fingers.

Imani shrugged. “He just some guy, who recommended my drink and offered to drive us home.”

“A fine man with a car? Girl, you better have him come get us!” Nellie said.

“And maybe you can hang with him after.” Asia wiggled her eyebrows.

“Y’all are annoying.” Imani rolled her eyes. Just then, her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Have you decided?”

Imani smiled. “Yeah, okay. We’ll ride with you.”

“I’ll bring the car around to the front. See you soon.” He said, the smile on his face evident in his voice.

“Bye Asia!” Imani called out from the passenger seat.

“Later, girl. It was nice meeting you, Osamu.” Asia said, shuffling from the back seat onto the pavement in front of her building.

“Nice meeting you, Asia. Take care.” Osamu said, ducking his head to look for something in the center console. Over his shoulder, Imani watched as Asia mouthed ‘Bag him, sis! He cute!’ while poking her cheek with her tongue. Imani narrowed her eyes before mouthing back ‘Girl, shut up.’ Asia laughed before finally stepping into her building.

“Well, we’re finally alone. What do you want to do?” Osamu asked.

“So you really not taking me home? For real?” Imani asked, smirking.

Osamu laughed. “I know a real good dinner spot around here. My treat.” Osamu stole a glance at Imani as he pulled off the curb, smiling as she cozied up in the seat once again.

*2 years later*

If someone had told Imani that one fateful mall trip would change her life to this extreme, she’d never have believed them.

From struggling to make ends meet to having every little thing she could ask for at her fingertips without moving a single muscle. She had everything from graduating college debt-free to obtaining the trendiest outfits of the year.

And it was thanks to Osamu Miya. 

She wasn’t sure when Osamu went from stranger to boyfriend, but the pair had grown inseparable. He was there for her when she needed to get away from her family, and when she walked across the stage for her degree in Interpersonal Communications, he was filming the entire thing. 

Most of Imani’s family questioned how Osamu had enough money to fund Imani’s schooling at such a young age. The couple was only 2 years apart, after all, which is nowhere near enough time to garner that much wealth. Imani brushed off their concerns. “He just comes from money.” She’d tell them.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

See, Osamu was a man of simplicity. He saw what he wanted, and he took it. His methods just weren’t always..legal, per se. Maybe it was the classic pickpocket situation, where he swiped a shiny little credit card off an old woman on the street. Perhaps it was something larger, like stolen data from a seemingly innocent free wifi hotspot. No matter the method, if it exists, ‘Samu’s tried it.

His method of choice this time was scamming at the local Pizza Hut. The classic ‘I’m sorry ma’am, the payment didn’t go through, may I swipe again?’ while shining his pearly whites to all the middle-aged women that saw him as a breath of fresh air from their loud children. Poor things, they didn’t suspect a thing.

“Good work today, Miya. Hiring you was the right thing to do; anytime you’re in here, the families just flood in.” The manager called out as Osamu pushed the doors open, not responding as he made a beeline to his car.

“Did you get it?”

Osamu smiled, sliding his hand into his pocket and fishing out a tiny device. “Right here, baby.” He placed the mechanism in her waiting palm, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did so.

Imani plugged the device in, the computer screen illuminating as information ran across the screen. Names, numbers, addresses, card info. It was all visible and available in the blink of an eye. “And just like that, it’s all here.” She smirked, closing the laptop and sliding it under the backseat. “Where did you even find this thing anyway?”

“Does it matter? It’s gonna make us a whole lot of money.” Osamu sped down the highway. “Too bad we’re on the move again.”

“Again?”

Osamu nodded. “Got the text from Kiyoomi this morning. He’s onto us.”

Imani chuckled. “He really thinks he’s going to catch us, huh? Doesn’t he know we’ll always be one step ahead?”

He intertwined his fingers with hers. “Always.”

Imani learned early on that being with Osamu would be no easy feat. Not only did he never want to settle down anywhere, he couldn’t. His little schemes had put him on the Bureau’s radar long ago (a case of stolen identity gone wrong at the age of 18), which meant that Osamu had to watch his back. It also meant he needed to bring in backup. Luckily, his old friend Kiyoomi had become really tech-savvy over the years and agreed to let him know when the feds were onto him. No phone calls or in person meets. That would be too obvious. A single letter was all that was needed for both of them to understand: A.

These texts were few and far between: Osamu was learning the Bureau’s habits which meant he didn’t need Kiyoomi’s help as often. Especially now with Imani by his side, they dealt with most issues together. They still sent Kiyoomi his full share, though. It’s only fair.

“Where are we going next? “ Imani yawned and stretched in the passenger seat.

“Vegas. Lay low for a while in a place where it’ll be hard to find us. You still have the storage unit, right?”

She nodded. “I took a good portion of our stuff there, and the essentials are in the trunk. The unit is still in my mother’s name too.”

He nodded. “Well, Vegas here we come. Maybe we’ll get hitched?”

“In your dreams.” Imani said, closing her eyes and dozing off.

-Omniscient POV-

*Back at the Pizza Hut, the next day*

“Sir, I just want my refund, that’s all!”

“Ma’am, I’m very sorry. Our systems show you were only paid once. It’s right here on the computer.”

“That’s so strange! There are two transactions from yesterday, and this is the only place I stopped at before heading home. Are you sure?” The older woman sighed.

The conversation was cut short by the chime on the door. Three men with formidable builds in plain t-shirts and jeans were now standing in the waiting area.

“I’m very sorry gentlemen, we’re actually closed for another hour.” The manager called out.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, we are here on business.” The tallest of the men stepped forward, a manila folder in hand. “We want to know if you’ve seen this man.”

The manager furrowed his eyebrows. “Well, his hair is different, but yes. That’s Osamu, our cashier. Why are you looking for him?”

The unknown man shared a glance with his companions, who both nodded. 

“Have you heard from him today?” He turned his attention back to the employee.

“No, but he is on the schedule for later today. He’s never missed a day of work, and he’s an amazing worker. I’m sure he’ll show up and clear any problems you may have.”

The man chuckled. This wasn’t different from anything else he’s heard before. “Could you maybe call him and have him come in?”

“I just told you he’s already on the schedule-” The manager trailed off when the man fetched a 3x2 inch card from his wallet. ‘FBI’ was written in big black letters. “Please?”

The manager nodded, dialing the number as quickly as he could.

“The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” was heard through the receiver.

The FBI agent sighed. “Just as I suspected. We’re too late. I’d suggest you go back into your records to make sure no other money is unaccounted for. I’ll bet he is responsible for this lady’s missing money as well, with which we can provide assistance for the charges.”

“Charges? No, I won’t be pressing charges.” The lady shook her head. 

“What? Ma’am, he stole from you. You are entitled to that money back.” 

“I’m not pressing charges. Osamu has helped me many times, carrying the pizza out to the car, playing with the kids here on his breaks, and even running back into the kitchen to make me a pizza after closing because I was in a pinch. If he stole from me, he has a good reason. He can keep it.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, The agent exhaled and said, “Well, I can’t force you. I would encourage you both to give me a call if you need or hear anything.” He handed them both a business card each.

“What do we do now, boss?” 

“Let’s head back to the office. He was just here last night, so he can’t be far. As long as he’s out there, I can find him.”

The manager and customer watched the leader of the group storm out, his minions following close behind. It was then that they took a look at the cards in their hands.

Special Agent Atsumu Miya.

It's about time I get back into updating this blog :3.

I'm looking forward to showing you all Osamu and Imani's story !

(Imani's bffs will also make a comeback !!)

-pluto

[kitabread]

Shot Through the He♡rt

Looks like cupid is up 3-0 with these three college seniors...

-> arrow one: Radio Romance

Two weeks before Valentine’s Day, Himari and her friends make a grand discovery: Someone’s made a romantic confession on the University’s radio show about someone that sounds eerily similar to Himari. The problem? He’s made the call completely anonymous. Himari has 14 days to find and confront her Valentine. Will she find her radio message man?

Cast: volleyballplayer!atsumu x academic!black!reader

Status: mission complete

-> arrow two: Culinary Chemistry

When he heard news of a newer food stall emerging on campus, all he wanted to do was scope out the competition, but Osamu got much more than he bargained for. Someone who shares his cooking opinions, new recipes, a budding romance. But, as with most love stories, nothing is without obstacles. Can Isabella and Osamu’s romance reach its sweet spot?

Cast: chef!osamu x chef!black!reader

Status: coming soon...

-> arrow three: Academic Adoration

Bokuto’s professor has given him 1 month to improve his grade so he can pass the semester. He even gave him the number for a tutor, very gracious indeed! What the professor failed to mention, however, is that Leiko, the tutor, would be just his type. Is 4 weeks enough to save his grade and get the girl?

Cast: tutee!bokuto x tutor!black!reader

Status: coming soon...