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[miffysighs]

DRIVE ME CRAZY

It started with his hand on her thigh.

They were parked on some quiet street near the river, city lights flickering through the windshield. Music low. Engine off. The windows were fogging a little, but not enough to really hide anything.

YN shifted in the passenger seat, her breath catching as Kei’s fingers drifted higher—slow, deliberate, like he had all lthe time in the world.

“Kei…” she said, glancing around. “We’re not exactly...alone.”

He just smirked. “Nobody’s looking.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Silence.

She stared at him—his messy hair, the way his glasses slipped a little down his nose, the look in his eyes like he was already imagining how wrecked she’d be.

“No,” she whispered.

That was all he needed.

His hand slid under her skirt, fingers grazing the inside of her thigh, and YN sucked in a sharp breath.

It felt wrong—his car, his car, where he drove to practice, where his teammates had definitely sat—but that made it hotter.

Her hips lifted slightly when his fingertips reached the edge of her underwear.

Kei raised a brow. “Already wet?”

She flushed. “Shut up.”

He pushed the fabric aside, and her breath hitched hard when one finger slipped between her folds, slow and testing.

“God,” he muttered, “you’re soaked.”

She clutched at the door handle, trying not to whimper.

“Relax,” he whispered, leaning closer. “You trust me, right?”

She nodded.

“Then let me take care of you.”

And then he slipped a finger inside.

YN gasped, hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. Her legs parted wider on instinct, body reacting before her brain caught up.

Kei moved slow at first, stroking deep, watching every twitch of her face like he was studying her. Then he added a second finger, curling just right—and she choked on a moan.

“Fuck—Kei—”

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I got you.”

The car was silent except for the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her, and her breathy gasps as she clung to the seat.

It was filthy.

It was perfect.

She could barely breathe. Her legs were shaking, her head pressing back against the headrest.

“Someone could see,” she whispered, panting.

“Let them,” he said, curling his fingers again. “I want them to know how good I make you feel.”

Her orgasm hit hard and fast—ripping through her like a storm, her hand slamming against the window, fogging it up completely.

She came with a muffled cry, thighs clenching around his wrist, body twitching.

Kei didn’t pull back until she stopped shaking.

Then he slowly pulled his fingers out, lips parted like he couldn’t believe how wrecked she looked.

YN covered her face, mortified and turned on as hell.

“Your car,” she whispered.

Kei smirked.

“Best ride I’ve had in it yet.”

[miffysighs]

{This has been in my drafts for a while. It’s angst, so please be warned. Thanks!} 🙏🫡

The air between Kei and Yn had been thick for weeks, a suffocating tension neither of them wanted to address. Kei, once a man of few words but infinite patience, now seemed distant. His silence spoke louder than anything he could say. Yn, fragile yet trying to remain strong, couldn’t help but notice the chasm growing between them.

It started with the small things missed dates, forgotten conversations, nights spent in different rooms. Kei always had an excuse. “Work’s been busy,” he’d mumble, his eyes glued to his phone. And Yn would nod, biting back the words she wanted to say.

But tonight, everything came crashing down.

Kei was in the shower, and Yn’s eyes fell on his phone buzzing on the table. It wasn’t like her to snoop, but the temptation burned too hot, the need to understand what was happening between them too great.

She unlocked it, her hands trembling. A name she didn’t recognize filled the screen Mina. The message read:

“You’re doing so much already, Tsukishima-kun. It’s okay to feel tired. Don’t push yourself too hard. Maybe she needs professional help.”

Yn felt her heart drop. The room spun as she scrolled through the conversation. Mina wasn’t just some coworker; she was Kei’s confidant. He had been sharing everything with her things Yn didn’t even know he felt.

“Sometimes it’s like… I’m carrying her. I know she’s struggling, but I feel so drained. I love her, but I don’t know how much more I can give.”

Yn clutched her chest, her breath hitching as tears blurred her vision. He had told Mina about her mental health struggles, about his exhaustion, about feeling suffocated. And here she was, thinking they were a team, that they were tackling life’s challenges together.

When Kei stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped over his shoulders, he froze at the sight of her. Her tear-streaked face, the way she was clutching his phone it didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together.

“Yn…”

Her voice cracked as she interrupted him. “How long?”

Kei sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “It’s not what you think.”

“Don’t,” she said, her voice shaking. “Don’t tell me it’s not what I think when you’ve been talking to her about me. About us. You said you were tired of me. That you felt drained. Do you know how much that hurts?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, his tone defensive. “I was venting. I didn’t know who else to talk to—”

“Then talk to me!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I thought I was the person you could trust. I thought we were in this together, Kei. But instead, you ran to someone else someone who has no idea what it’s like to be us.”

Kei’s shoulders slumped, guilt etched across his face. “I love you, Yn. I really do. But sometimes… sometimes it’s hard. You lean on me so much, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to hold us both up.”

Yn’s lip quivered, her heart shattering into pieces. “I never asked you to fix me, Kei. I just wanted you to be there. But now… I don’t know if I can look at you the same way.”

Silence fell between them, heavy and unbearable. Yn grabbed her bag, her hands still trembling.

“Yn, wait—” Kei stepped forward, his voice desperate.

“No,” she said, her back turned to him. “You’ve already said enough.”

She walked out of the apartment they had shared, the place that once felt like home. The door closed softly behind her, but to Kei, it sounded like the final nail in the coffin.

As he sank onto the couch, his head in his hands, Kei realized that love wasn’t always enough. Sometimes, even the strongest bonds could break under the weight of unspoken words and misplaced trust.

And in the quiet that followed, Kei finally understood what it meant to truly feel alone.

[miffysighs]

Kei’s phone buzzed as he flopped onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow before flipping over to check his notifications. No texts from Yn. Again.

It had been three days, three painfully long days since he last saw her. She’d gone on a work trip, and despite the constant messaging, Kei felt like he was starving. Starving for her voice. Her face. Her dumb little expressions when she talked too fast and got flustered.

He opened their chat.

Kei: Send me a pic.

Kei: I wanna see you.

Kei: I miss you.

He stared at the screen, waiting. Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. His heart thudded like a complete idiot’s because, wow, she really had him wrapped around her finger.

Finally, her message popped up.

Yn: Miss you too, Kei. But I look gross rn 😭

He scoffed and typed furiously.

Kei: Not possible.

Kei: I’ll take whatever I can get. Even if you look gross.

Yn: So mean 😭

He rolled his eyes.

Kei: I’m serious, Yn.

Kei: It’s been 3 days. I’m dying.

Kei: Save me.

The little typing bubble returned, and then—finally—a photo.

It was blurry. Yn was in bed, bundled up in a blanket, hair sticking out in random directions. Her expression was half-asleep but warm, and Kei felt his entire body relax just seeing her.

Kei: Holy shit, you’re cute.

Yn: Don’t lie.

Kei: Not lying. Send another one.

Yn: No, you’ll get sick of my face.

Kei sat up, frowning.

Kei: I’ve literally spent the last 72 hours wishing I could teleport to you.

Kei: You think I’d get sick of your face?

Yn: Maybe 🥺

Kei: You’re insane.

Kei: And pretty.

Another photo came in, this time clearer. Yn was pouting at the camera, lips pursed in mock annoyance, and Kei actually laughed out loud.

Kei: I’m setting this as my lock screen.

Yn: You wouldn’t.

Kei: I would.

She sent him an eye-roll emoji, but Kei could imagine her smiling while typing it. He felt warm, even though the room was cold.

Kei: When do you get back?

Yn: Tomorrow night.

Kei: That’s too far.

Yn: It’s literally tomorrow.

Kei: Still too far.

She sent him a string of laughing emojis before pausing.

Yn: You’re being really soft today.

Kei: Shut up.

Yn: I like it.

Kei: Good. Don’t tell anyone.

Yn: Too late. I’m telling everyone you’re whipped.

Kei groaned and fell back onto the pillows, but his lips twitched.

Kei: I don’t care. Just come home already.

Yn: I’ll be home soon.

Kei: Not soon enough.

He stared at her last text for a while before setting his phone down, the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

[miffysighs]

The quiet hum of Kei’s apartment always made Yn feel at ease. She lounged on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her, lazily scrolling through Kei’s phone. He didn’t mind he never had. They were open with each other like that. She would often scroll through his camera roll, teasing him about random pictures he’d taken everything from sunsets to candid shots of her that she didn’t even know existed.

Kei was at his desk, typing something on his laptop, completely absorbed in his work. Yn giggled to herself as she came across a series of goofy selfies he’d taken while she wasn’t looking. She made a mental note to tease him about them later.

But then she stumbled upon those pictures. Her fingers froze.

They were pictures of them intimate, raw, moments that were meant to stay between the sheets and their memories. They’d taken them during one of their more passionate nights together, just for fun, a playful exchange at the time. Yn had completely forgotten about them, assuming Kei had deleted them after their little joke.

But here they were, still saved on his phone.

“Kei?” Yn’s voice was a mix of surprise and slight panic. “You still have these?”

“Hmm?” Kei didn’t even look up from his laptop, too engrossed in whatever he was typing.

Yn held up his phone, waving it in his direction. “The photos. You know, those photos. The ones we took a while back?”

He finally glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah. Why?”

Her eyes widened, and she stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “What do you mean, why? Why haven’t you deleted them yet? What if they accidentally spread or someone saw them?”

Kei chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. They’re not going anywhere. It’s not like I’m sharing them around.”

“Still,” Yn pressed, her voice rising slightly. “It’s risky. What if someone gets a hold of your phone? You can’t just keep those kind of pictures lying around!”

Kei leaned forward, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Nah, I like having them around.” He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I still use them sometimes, you know… when you’re not here.”

Yn’s face immediately flushed, and she smacked his arm with the nearest pillow. “Kei!”

He laughed, his deep voice filling the room. “What? It’s true. You’re not always around, and I’ve got to… handle things on my own sometimes.”

“You’re disgusting!” she squealed, covering her face with her hands, but she couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. As much as she wanted to be mad, Kei’s nonchalant honesty and teasing always managed to disarm her.

“Disgusting, huh?” Kei smirked, standing up and walking over to her. He plucked his phone from her hand with ease, sitting down beside her. “You didn’t seem to think that when we were taking those photos.”

Yn narrowed her eyes at him, her face still flushed. “That’s different! We were in the moment, and I thought you’d delete them after.”

“Why would I do that?” Kei said with a playful shrug. “I like having a reminder of how lucky I am. Plus, I kind of want to show people who you belong to. It’d save me the trouble of explaining.”

Yn’s jaw dropped in mock horror. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He grinned, enjoying the reaction. “Maybe I would.”

Before he could say another word, Yn swung the pillow at him again, hitting him square in the chest. “Kei! That’s so gross!” she laughed, though her heart fluttered a little at the thought of Kei’s possessive side coming out in such a teasing way.

He chuckled, catching the pillow mid-swing and pulling her close. “I’m kidding, Yn. I’d never share them. They’re just for me. Just for us.” His tone shifted slightly, a hint of sincerity breaking through the playful façade.

Yn looked up at him, her mock anger fading as she saw the serious look in his eyes. “You better not, Tsukki,” she said softly, using his nickname to let him know she was only half-serious. “But seriously, you should probably delete them. I mean, for safety.”

Kei sighed dramatically, leaning his head back against the couch. “Fine, fine. I’ll delete them. But I’m keeping at least one. For… personal use.” He gave her a cheeky smile, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, resting her head on his shoulder.

“And yet, you love me,” Kei teased, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer.

Yn rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it, leaning into him with a content sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t let me catch you looking at those again, or you’re in for another pillow to the face.”

Kei grinned. “Deal.

(Thanks for reading lmaooooo) 😭

[miffysighs]

Kei's apartment was usually a haven of quiet-just the sound of pages turning or the faint hum of his laptop breaking the silence. But tonight, there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room, and the air was thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the humid summer night.

Yn lay beneath Kei, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to stifle a gasp. Kei's lips were warm against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine as he pressed closer, his weight shifting over her. His hand slid down her side, fingers teasing the edge of her shirt before slipping underneath, the touch sending sparks through her.

"I missed you," Kei whispered, his voice low and husky, the words sending a thrill through her.

Yn bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but the sensation of his hands exploring her body made it impossible. A soft moan escaped her, barely audible, but in the silence of the room, it felt impossibly loud.

In the next room, Yamaguchi lay on the couch, a book in hand, though his attention was far from the pages. He'd stayed over at Kei's place plenty of times, and it was always peaceful, but tonight something felt different. A faint noise caught his attention-soft, breathless, and completely out of place.

He frowned, trying to focus on his book. "It's probably nothing," he muttered, flipping a page. But the sounds continued-soft murmurs, a quiet gasp, and then...

Yamaguchi froze, his eyes widening as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His face turned beet red, and he quickly slammed the book shut, clapping his hands over his ear. "Oh no... I did not need to hear that.

Back in Kei's room, Yn arched her back, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

"Kei…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and embarrassment

Kei paused, looking down at her with a teasing smirk. "You're gonna have to be quieter than that, Yn," he murmured before leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss.

Yn's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to muffle her sounds, burying her face in Kei's shoulder. The thought of Yamaguchi just in the next room only added to the thrill, even as the embarrassment made her cheeks burn.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Yamaguchi sighed, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the noises. "I'm never staying over again," he groaned, though a small smile tugged at his lips. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn't help but be happy for his friends.

[miffysighs]

Tsukishima Kei was known for his tall, distant demeanor, which often made him seem unapproachable to those around him. Despite his indifferent exterior, there was something about Yn, a vibrant and energetic member of the girls’ volleyball team, that captivated him. Their interactions began to deepen through countless practice sessions and quiet, shared moments. Slowly but surely, a unique and undeniable connection started to form between them, one that neither of them had fully defined or understood yet.

It was Valentine’s Day, a day that Kei usually dismissed as trivial. However, this year felt different. He couldn’t shake off the hope that Yn might give him something special, a token that would affirm the unspoken understanding between them.

Yn, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. She had spent the entire weekend making chocolates, a task that seemed to weigh heavier with every passing moment. She had decided to give chocolates to her friends, both male and female, but the batch meant for Kei was different. Those chocolates carried her feelings, feelings that had been growing since they first met on the court.

After two failed attempts to give the chocolates to Kei, Yn’s nerves got the best of her. She approached him, shaking and struggling to find her words, while Kei simply looked at her curiously. “Oh, nothing. Good luck at practice,” she stammered before quickly walking away, leaving Kei to sigh in confusion.

Unable to muster the courage to give the chocolates to Kei directly, Yn turned to Yamaguchi, Kei’s closest friend. She found him in the hallway, the chocolates clutched tightly in her hands.

“Yamaguchi-kun,” Yn said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she caught his attention. “Um, could you… could you give these to Tsukishima for me? Please?” Yamaguchi looked at her, puzzled by her anxious demeanor and the sweat on her forehead. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Yn was panting and replied, “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I can’t give them to Kei myself. I don’t have the courage. Could you please do it for me?”

Yamaguchi hesitated, “I think it would be better if you—”

Yn cut him off, her voice growing more urgent, “I know, but I can’t. I don’t have the courage. Could you please?”

Startled by her outburst, Yamaguchi’s eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he was taken aback, but then he understood the depth of her anxiety and the pressure she was under.

Yamaguchi looked at her, then at the chocolates, and a knowing smile crept onto his face. “Sure, Yn-chan. I’ll make sure he gets them.”

Kei, who had been passing by on his way to the gym, stopped in his tracks when he saw Yn and Yamaguchi together. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but the sight of Yn handing Yamaguchi a small, neatly wrapped package made his heart sink. He turned away quickly, a frown etching itself onto his face.

In the gym, Kei tried to focus on practice, but his mind kept drifting back to the scene in the hallway. He had thought their feelings were mutual, that they shared something special. But now, doubt crept in, gnawing at him. Was it all one-sided? Had he misread everything?

After practice, Yamaguchi approached Kei with a bright smile, holding out the chocolates. “Here, these are from Yn-chan. She asked me to give them to you.”

Kei stared at the chocolates, then at Yamaguchi. “Why didn’t she give them to me herself?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

Yamaguchi sighed, recognizing the hurt in Kei’s eyes. “She was nervous, Tsukki. She wanted it to be special, but she couldn’t find the right moment. It wasn’t easy for her.”

Kei looked down at the chocolates, his heart heavy. He felt a wave of guilt for doubting her. Without another word, he left the gym, the chocolates clutched tightly in his hand.

He found Yn sitting on the bleachers, her face buried in her hands. She looked up when she heard his footsteps, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Tsukishima-kun…” she began, but he cut her off, holding up the chocolates.

“Why didn’t you give these to me yourself?” he asked, his voice softer now, tinged with a vulnerability that was rare for him.

Yn stood up, her hands trembling. “I… I was scared. Scared that you might not feel the same way. But I wanted you to know that these… these are special. They’re for you because… because I like you.”

Kei’s heart skipped a beat. He stepped closer, his expression softening. “Yn, I thought… I thought you were giving them to Yamaguchi. I was an idiot for doubting you.”

Yn shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “No, Kei. It’s always been you.”

Kei reached out, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “I’m sorry for misunderstanding. I like you too, Yn.”

Their confession hung in the air, a promise of the future they would build together. And as they stood there, amidst the echoes of the gym, Kei realized that sometimes, even the most logical minds could misread the heart’s intentions. But with honesty and courage, they could find their way back to each other.

asdfghjkl;lkjhgfdsa i hope you guise enjoyed it! I know this is cheesy 😫😫 but it’s actually inspired by “Kimi ni Todoke.” 🫡😆

[miffysighs]

Kei Tsukishima never meant to snap at Yn. He had just come home after a grueling day of balancing his commitments as a professional volleyball player, a museum employee, and a college student. The weight of his responsibilities hung heavily on his shoulders, and the stress had built up to an unbearable level. Yn was waiting for him, her eyes lighting up when he walked through the door. She had missed him, and her heart ached with the constant distance between them. She reached out, trying to hold him close, but Kei brushed her off, too exhausted to reciprocate. “Kei, can we talk?” Yn’s voice was soft, but there was a hint of desperation in her tone. “Not now, Yn. I’m tired,” Kei muttered, dropping his bag and heading towards the bedroom. “But we never talk anymore. You’re always busy, and I feel so alone.” Yn’s words were laced with sadness, and Kei felt a pang of guilt, but it quickly turned into irritation. “I’m busy for us, Yn! Do you think I want to be running around all the time? I’m doing this for our future,” he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. Yn recoiled, hurt flashing in her eyes. “I just want to be with you, Kei. Is that too much to ask?” Kei’s temper flared. “You’re being so clingy! Can’t you see I have enough on my plate already?” Yn’s eyes welled up with tears. “I just… I miss you, Kei. I miss us.” The room grew silent, the air thick with tension. Yn’s words struck a chord within Kei, but his frustration blinded him. He took a step closer to her, his eyes hard. “You don’t understand what I’m going through, Yn. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Yn tried to hold back her tears, but they spilled over, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry for needing you, Kei.” In his anger, Kei reached out and grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. The gesture was rough, uncharacteristic of him, and it shocked them both. Yn’s eyes widened in fear and pain, and Kei’s heart dropped. Realizing what he had done, Kei let go immediately, stepping back as if he had been burned. “Yn, I—” Yn held her cheek, tears streaming down her face. “Kei, you’re hurting me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Kei's anger vanished in an instant, replaced by a wave of overwhelming guilt and regret. “I’m so sorry, Yn. I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry.” But the damage was done. Yn took a shaky breath, her eyes filled with sorrow. “I need some time, Kei. I can’t do this right now.” She turned and walked away, leaving Kei standing there, feeling more alone than ever. The silence of the apartment was deafening, and Kei sank to the floor, his head in his hands. He had hurt the person he loved the most, and the weight of his actions crushed him. In the stillness, he realized that he needed to make things right. But he didn’t know if Yn would ever forgive him, or if they could find their way back to each other. All he knew was that he couldn’t bear to lose her, and he would do whatever it took to earn her forgiveness. As the night wore on, Kei sat alone, hoping that somehow, they could mend the rift between them and find their way back to the love they once shared.

[miffysighs]

*YN* paced back and forth in her living room, overwhelmed by the betrayal she had just discovered. Her friend, whom she had trusted deeply, had been spreading malicious rumors behind her back. With trembling hands, she texted Kei, “I need you. Can you come over?”

Kei arrived within minutes, concern on his face. He noticed the tears in her eyes and the tremor in her voice as she explained what happened. YN’s friend had been secretly undermining her, spreading lies and making her life miserable without her realizing it.

“I don’t understand why she’d do this,” YN said, her voice breaking. “I thought she was my friend.”

Kei’s heart ached seeing YN’s distress. He gently took her hands, leading her to the couch. “Tell me everything,” he said softly.

As YN recounted the betrayal, Kei listened intently, anger building at the thought of someone hurting her. When she finished, he pulled her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this,” he murmured. “You don’t deserve any of it.”

YN buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Kei held her close, whispering comforting words. He knew there were no quick fixes for her pain, but he was determined to be there for her every step of the way.

After a while, YN’s sobs subsided, and she looked up at Kei with red-rimmed eyes. “What should I do?” she asked softly.

Kei cupped her face in his hands. “Just focus on taking care of yourself. I’m here, and I’ll help you through this. We’ll figure it out together.”

YN nodded, feeling a small glimmer of hope. She knew Kei meant every word. His unwavering support was a lifeline she desperately needed.

Over the next few days, Kei spent every free moment with her, cooking her favorite meals, taking her on walks, and enjoying books and movies together. He even managed to make her laugh with his dry humor.

One evening, as they watched a movie, YN turned to Kei and whispered, “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kei smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, YN. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

YN felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. Despite the heartache and betrayal, she realized that she had something incredibly precious. Kei’s unwavering love and support. In that moment, she knew she would be okay.