warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol
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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe
osamu and iwazumi ver.
kuroo and sakusa ver.
suna and bokuto ver.
akaashi and hinata ver.
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Atsumu
Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.
You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.
Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.
“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”
Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”
Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.”
Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.
Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu.
Tsukishima always gives you the first and last bite of his food. Pays for your meal. Saves the last stick of gum for you. Kisses you good morning and good night. Makes you lunch on his free days but doesn't ever let you tell anyone about it. Wears the matching Christmas sweaters you bought. Shares a glass of strawberry vanilla milkshake with you. Wipes the tears off your cheeks when you cry and promises to take all the worries off your back. (He isn't quite sure how he’ll do it, but he knows he will. Somehow, someway.)
Remembers every anniversary and birthday, always accidentally burning his fingertips trying to make a meal for you. Tries his best to come home early from practice just to spend the night with you, kissing your forehead as a sweet hello. Asks if you could join him in the shower that night, just to hold you under the calming heat of the water. Ignores all the comments from his friends that tease him for being so love-drunk. (Of course he would be. It's you he's in love with, anyway.)
Hates arguments for they always bring out the ugly in him. Walks out on you because he's scared. Scared of himself, of the possibility of a future without you. Comes to visit you a few days later with his head hung low and an apology on the tip of his tongue. Doesn't quite apologise with words, but his actions and mannerisms show you that he cares. Cares for you, your future, and the heart that you gave him all those years ago.
warnings: swearing, cheating, break ups, long awaited sequel hehe, big thanks to @floweyy for being my beta reader 💕💕 love forever girl. i hope u guys enjoy!!!
part 1 part 2
Your heart fell to the deep recesses of your gut when you heard his voice. The noise of his jacket being placed on the banister and the plod of his smart business man shoes let you track him along the hallway.
Closer and closer he got, and you still sat there, frozen stock still to the cushions. The embers of hysterics yanked at your insides as you fought the urge to start balling again. Instead, you managed to find resolve, managed to calm down just enough, steal yourself into a cold, miserable sight for him to come home to. Your face was still wet and messy, but it didn’t matter. You always looked pretty when you cried, you hoped he would remember you like this when he was gone. No, when you got rid of him.
“Y/N? I’m home.”
He finally found you, standing in the doorframe of the front room. Your gaze dragged across the carpet, to his shoes to his trouser to his shirt to his face. And you stared at him, making no effort to hide anything, anything at all. He blinked down at you with wide eyes, he almost looked innocent, like a little baby lamb. He batt his big beautiful eyelashes again and opened his mouth like he had something to say.
“Hi,” you said and you sniffed, nerves pulsing in your stomach. Whatever. You have nothing to be nervous about.
You could see him panic, see the cogs in his head churn, even if he did his best to hide it from you. It was only a flash, but you know a lot about someone when you love them for years of your life. Years of your life you will never get back.
“Are you ok, Y/N?” he breathed.
An eery silence followed, punctuated only by the beating of Kuroo’s disgusting pig heart. You close your eyes, draw in a deep breath.
“Can we just be honest with each other? For once? Can you just admit it?”
A shorter silence, this time interrupted a deep sigh.
“You heard then.”
So it was true. It was absolute. It was fact. While you feel like you might throw up, a strange relief washes through you. He was honest. He was being honest. It was new, it was refreshing, and if nothing else it was time saving.
“Of course I fucking heard.”
He sighed, shaky hands covering his face. He looked distressed, which pleased you, but did nothing to quell the burning agony, the misery eating away at you.
“I thought,” you inhaled through your nose, “that after years and years of being together, i would mean something to you. I would’ve hoped that the years of my life I spent on you, making you happy, doing everything I could for you, would mean more to you than this bullshit.”
He still covers his face, and your anger flares up once again.
“Fucking look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
Your voice is broken, it’s obvious and glaring, and he doesn’t dare disobey you. He brings his hand away, and you see his adam’s apple bob, his eyes are vacant as they look at you. His brows are furrowed, he looks like he’s in some kind of pain.
“But you go, and you-you,” you grimace and turn away, tears pouring from your eyes again, dropping from your lashes. Why can’t you do this properly? Why does he have to know how much you’re hurting?
“You do it right in front of me! And you swore! You swore on-on everything that you would never, that you were just like that, you’re just friendly. Fucking bullshit.”
You had lost the plot now. You remember you had intentions, but what were you even going to say to him in the first place? It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
“Y/N,” he said, voice hardly over a breathless mumble,”I am so sorry. I never, never wanted to hurt you, I-I love you.” You wonder what he was thinking, what his evil reptilian little brain was thinking right now. Did he pity you? Did he think he still loved you? Did he just want it over? Whatever it was, it made you sick.
“Nothing you say matters to me anymore. I can’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth Kuroo.”
“Don’t,” he damn near whimpered, lurching towards you, crouching down to the sofa to be eye level with you,”Y/N, please, I’m so so sorry. It was a mistake, it was all a stupid mistake, I didn’t even- I- I- I wasn’t even-“
“Shut the fuck up,” you cut in, sobs catching in your raw throat, “don’t even fucking try to bullshit me. You’re not fucking sorry. I bet you and her had a little giggle about it didn’t you? Bet it was fucking hilarious.”
“No! It was just, one time before this, and then she came onto me again, and-and, I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This was the last time, I swear. I’m so so sorry. Please, Y/N, please, I am so sorry.”
“How can I ever believe that Kuroo?”
He exhaled desperately,
“You were never supposed to know!”
You laugh incredulously, a hysteria taking over. You felt like you were going insane, like you wanted to rip your hair out and scream and cry forever.
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? You were going to lie to me, talk to me, live with me, fuck me like everything was fucking normal?”
The image of him being with someone else then coming home and putting his hands on you, it was too much for you to bear.
“You fucked me last night. After you fucked her.”
“Don’t say it like that, I didn’t ever think it would happen again!”
“What- am I suppose to be grateful? Oh, you only fucked her twice, and you only meant to fuck her once, you’re such a good fucking boyfriend.”
“I was never going to tell you! You never would’ve known, and we could’ve gone on and it would’ve been fine!”
“oh, fuck off,” you cover your eyes with your palm, whimpering slightly.
“Kuroo... I wanted to marry you.”
Your words hang in the air like the smell of the Chinese food containers in the kitchen.
Quiet followed for a little while again, until Kuroo made the brave choice to speak again instead of just leaving you alone.
“You still can,” he pleaded, and you scoffed.
“Y/N please,” it was tentative, but still audacious enough to irritate you, “This doesn’t have to be the end. It was just a mistake, a terrible terrible mistake. You know what I’m like, I was stupid and she-she was throwing herself at me and-“
“Oh please, give me every little detail, please tell me how much she wanted you, that makes me forget all about how you fucked your coworker this afternoon.”
His eyes are wide and gawking and his hair is mussed when you look at him.
“If you honestly think I could ever, ever fucking forgive you, you are delusional.”
He blinks and licks his lips and his big eyes dart to the ground.
“I know you’re mad, but...” he says shakily, and fury boils up inside you.
“Mad? I’m not mad. I’m fucking furious. I’ve never been more angry in my life. How fucking dare you come back here. How fucking stupid do you think I am?” the misery left your voice, your demeanour. You were getting louder, shouting. He flinched back as you spoke, but it only fuelled your anger.“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you enjoy lying to me? Was it thrilling for you? Did it turn you on? Disrespecting me to my face, humiliating me, throwing away everything we talked about, everything I stayed up at night crying about, everything we worked through, did that help you get you get off?”
He stared defeatedly at you, lip quivering. But you weren’t done.
“Well? Did it? Did it feel better than with me? Was it worth it?”
Your question, however rhetorical, hung in the air, hitting both of you. You didn’t intend to get an answer, but now you wanted to know, and he knew that.
He opens his mouth and makes the starting noises of a sentence, but cuts himself off, starting again carefully.
“No,” he said slowly, calculated,” It wasn’t worth it.”
“But it was better?”
His tear rimmed eyes widened.
“No! I didn’t say that!”
Exhaustedly you close your eyes. You place your palm on your forehead and you feel the pain inside of your body gather up, clarify itself. He had sex with her. It finalised itself in your head, and all you wanted to do was cry, you didn’t want him here.
“I can’t do this anymore, Kuroo. You fucking repulse me. Get out of my house.”
You heard him gasp quietly, before sobbing like a panting dog.
“Let’s talk about this, please, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”
He grabbed your hand, in a manner you supposed could be considered tender, but you snatched it away.
You wrench yourself up off the sofa and knock past him, sending him stumbling back in his crouch.
“Y/N?” He says from the ground, looking up at you pathetically. But you just walk by him, head aching rhythmically with your steps. You felt creaky, worn down as you walk into your hall and up your stairs. Of course you hear thuds behind you, footsteps that would’ve made your heart soar before, now filling you with remorse and annoyance.
Can’t it just be over? Can’t you be left to grieve the life you had wanted? Worked towards? Depended on? Can he just fuck off to whatever hole he came from? Please?
But that would be too kind, as you hear a sniff a few meters behind you.
He advances in strides and you come to a stop outside the bathroom door when he wraps his arms around your chest from behind. You were on your way to sit and be alone, to recollect your thoughts and cry. But he couldn’t let that happen.
He held you right to him, and buried his face in your shoulder. Your skin crawled at the touch of him, how he was so close to you, how close he had been to her, how he hadn’t showered so her touch would be on him still. He held you now, trapped you in the same arms that held her, pressed the same lips to your shoulder in desperate gasps. Disgust was all you felt for him in this moment.
“Please, I-I can’t do it without you.”
“Get off of me.”
A millisecond past and he didn’t move, and you were affronted with panic and horror and yet more tears.
“I said get off! Get off me!”
You threw his arms off and turned around to face him again, a wild look on your face like an injured animal. You had been avoiding his eyes, but now you bore into him with an intensity he had never felt before. It made him nauseous.
“I need to be alone, ok? Either I leave or you leave. We’re done Kuroo, It’s over. You’re not the same person to me anymore.”
He looked beautiful now. Eyes red and puffy and glassy, he was like a painting. He looked unlike you’d ever seen him. And from the bottom of your soul you hated him.
“No, give me one more chance. I’ll do anything. Please.”
A sob of exasperation left you and your fingers found your temples.
“What don’t you get, there’s nothing you can do!Your last chance was a year ago, there’s nothing left.”
He sniffed sulkily, and exhaustion finally fully hit you.
“Just, please. Leave. I want to be alone. I can’t-I can’t look at you right now.”
Because whenever you do, all you see is everything he could’ve been doing. And it terrifies you because some of the things you’re imagining didn’t happen, but you know for a fact some did, and you can’t work out which and it’s hurting your head.
“I’m still the same guy,” he pleads,”I still love you, you have to know that I love you.”
“I don’t know anything anymore,” you say dejectedly. You look at the carpet, and lean against the bathroom door, “I don’t know what’s a true and what’s a lie. You acted like you love me and you changed, and you’ve done so much for me. But I don’t know anymore.”
Another second of him being near you. Another agonising second.
“You have to leave Kuroo. I’m- I just- I can’t. Please fucking leave.”
He sniffs again, and takes a good long look at you. You’re gorgeous and miserable, so empty. He wants to beg more, but he knows he has no wiggle room this time. He’s been caught. It’s done.
You don’t glance up and check when you hear footsteps leading away from you. You don’t move when the door creaks open and closed. You don’t do anything. You just stand in the landing. Arms over your chest, over your pounding heart, fingers gripping your shirt. So unbearably tense.
This is so hard. What are you meant to do now? Where do you go from here? He’s gone. He left you, and even though you told him to, it feels like another betrayal. You miss him. Why isn’t he here? Why isn’t he making it better? Why is no one making it better? Does no one love you in this whole world? Are you really all alone?
Cowers away when you first meet, avoiding your eyes and purposefully taking the long route to class so he does not bump into you.
Clenches his fist under the desk when your professor pairs the two of you up for a group assignment. Keeps his words to a minimum but does his share of the project and does not disappoint.
Meets you at a party a few months later and downs three shots of vodka in order to form the courage to talk to you. Walks towards you with a slight skip to his step and asks for your number with an attractive form of assertiveness you've never seen from him.
Wakes up the next day with a pounding headache and memories locked in the cage that is his mind. Opens his phone to find a text from you, and smiles so wide that his cheeks start to hurt.
Texts you back with an always-present sarcastic tone, but you both know he couldn't be happier being with you.
Swiftly asks if you'd like to go on a date with him, playing it off with a coy tone that you can't help but swoon at. Promises to pick you up and pay for your meal and does not listen to any protests you may have.
A few days later, he drives to your apartment complex with a sleek black car that has all the charms in the world (he rented the car). Opens the door for you and reaches to the backseat, only to reveal a small bouquet of red roses and a honey-brown teddy bear.
Tells you to relax when you softly squeal at him, but the rose-like tint on his ears reveals his true emotions.
Captivates you the entire date, using his sweet but sour words to hook you into him. Smiles at your jokes and nods his head whenever you reveal anything about yourself.
And at the end of the date, your Prince Charming drives you back home and walks you to your doorstep.
Tsukishima is a lot shyer than you'd think, but he places a soft kiss on your lips as a goodbye.
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